3 comments/ 25759 views/ 7 favorites Rebecca's First By: sexycwgrl Disclaimer: Each of the characters is 18 or older. Any correlation to real life is coincidence. All rights reserved. This is my first story. I hope you enjoy. * Its 8 am. I am having breakfast with my parents, waiting for them to leave for their respective day. My name is Rebecca and I'm 22. I am 5'10" with long blonde hair and baby blue eyes. I have 38DD breasts and a 30 inch waist. I work out so my belly stays flat. I have been told that I am extremely hot. My parents and I live next to a university, next door to a frat house. We have a fenced in pool that connects directly to the frat house and the house on the other side. From the fenced in pool, you can see into the bedrooms of nine boys in the university frat house. The rooms are arranged in a three across and three down pattern. On the top row was Jase, Brayden, and Ryan. On the middle row was Ian, Ty, and Brad. And on the bottom row was Wes, Shane and Aidan. At the other house, you can see our pool from the backyard balcony. The boy that lived there was John Luke. I am a bit of an exhibitionist. I like to tease the boys of both houses. So much so, that they all know when I like to go into the backyard and sun topless by the pool. I decide to go a good bit further today. I made sure that all nine frat boys were at their windows and the boy next door was on his balcony. I was dressed in a string bikini. Lying down in a lounge chair, I untied the top and took it off. I started to rub my breasts and roll my nipples back and forth. I looked to see if the frat boys were watching. I looked at the top row of their house. You could see a boy in each window in his boxers. In the middle row, each boy had one hand inside his boxers. On the bottom row, each boy had one hand in his boxers and one on the window. At the boy next doors house, you could see John Luke standing on the balcony with no boxers. Both his hands were on his long, thick cock. He was moving his hands in opposite directions in a circular motion. Going back to me, I decide to run my hands down my belly and then under my bikini bottoms. I stroke myself for a few minutes. It feels really nice. I now untie the strings on what is left of my bikini. I start to stroke my outer lips and strum my clit. I work myself up so much that I don't hear a door open. Suddenly I feel something soft and wet against my lips. My eyes fly open. It's John Luke and he starts kissing me. He is naked and moves to lying on top of me. I feel his cock, hard on my belly. He moves down from my lips to licking my breasts. He takes one breast into his mouth and starts sucking and biting the nipple. Then he begins on the other one. It feels so very good but suddenly he stops. I moan wanting him back where he was. He shakes his head and says "no, no, no." He moves again. This time, he goes further down to my pussy. He starts to suck on my clit and I writhe underneath him, loving the feeling. He continues to suck my clit and then he slides a finger inside my pussy and starts moving it in and out. I begin moaning uncontrollably. He slides another finger in and then another one. I am now screaming with pleasure as he finger fucks me into cumming all over his hand and mouth. He lets me calm down from my intense orgasm. He then thrusts his cock deep inside me causing me to gasp. He is filling me up so fully that I instantly start to cum. He feels me cumming and starts to pound into me as hard as he can. He is so worked up from watching me touch myself before that he cums very quickly. He softens and pulls out of my soaking wet pussy. I moan because I am suddenly empty and I am wanting much more. We turn towards the gate as we hear it open. We see the frat boys, each one completely naked and rock hard, coming through it. Then John Luke jumps into the pool to watch and see what happens next. One of the frat boys, Jase, goes straight to sink into my pussy. Brayden and Ryan go one to each breast. Ian takes his hard cock into my waiting and wide open mouth. I suck Ian off while Jase pounds my pussy, fast and hard. Brayden and Ryan are alternating between sucking, licking, and pinching my nipples. I am giving Brayden and Ryan handjobs as they work my breasts. I start cumming from all the cocks touching me. Then all of a sudden, Jase started pumping into my pussy so very fast and he came and came. This sparked a chain reaction. I started to suck Ian harder and my hands were going faster and faster on Ryan and Brayden's cocks. Brayden's cock was the first to start to get thicker and I knew he was about to cum. He shot his jizz all over my chest and gave me a pearl necklace. This caused Ian to cum in my mouth. I sucked him till he was completely dry. Then Ryan said he would love to fuck my breasts. I pulled him on top of me and pushed my breasts together for him. Thanks to Brayden's jizz, Ryan could slide in between my breasts with such ease. He fucked my breasts good and hard and then he came all over my breasts. After every guy came, they would all jump into the pool and/or watch the show from somewhere. I decided to take a quick dip to clean off before I took on the five guys that were left. I got back out of the pool and lay down on another lounge chair. I motioned for the next round of boys to come to me. I direct Ty to start licking my pussy. He starts to slide a finger in me and then two, finger fucking me. This feels so good that I am desperate to be touching more cocks. I tell Brad and Wes to get to sucking my breasts and I want their cocks in my hands, right now. So we have Shane and Aidan left. I tell Aidan to begin stroking himself for me to watch. I tell Shane that I want him to fuck my mouth. Ty rammed his rock hard cock into me. I shudder and orgasm. Ty pumps in and out, in and out. Brad and Wes announced that they were about to cum. I told them to cum all over my fucking breasts. My breasts were absolutely soaked and just watching this made me suck harder on Shane's cock. He quickly starts to cum and I can't help but to cum with him. The only ones that haven't got to cum are Ty and Aidan. Ty is still fucking my pussy. I tell him to stop and get up for a few minutes. He complains for a minute and then finally shuts up when I tell him that we are not through. I stand up and clean the cum off of my chest. I tell Ty to lay down on the chair. I straddle him and lower myself onto his hot cock. I ride and ride as he grabs a breast with one hand and strums my clit with the other hand. He makes me cum, not twice but three times. I use my pussy to squeeze his cock and get all the jizz out of him. I look over to Aidan waiting oh so patiently. I walk over to a towel on the grass, motioning for Aidan to follow. I get down on all fours and stick my ass in the air towards Aidan's hot, rock hard cock. He pummels my pussy with his cock, doggie style. I am loving it and almost immediately orgasm. Aidan delivers yet another orgasm. This causes him to lose it. He experiences a mind blowing orgasm from waiting so long to get any action. He then pulls out of my pussy and rolls over. We both rest as the rest of the frat boys leave. A few minutes later, Adrian leaves too. I decide to go in the house and get a shower. I get completely clean and walk naked to my bedroom as it is only 3 pm and my parents don't get home till 8. I walk into my bedroom and there lies John Luke in my bed. We have been dating for all of two years now. He has been waiting on me since I got into the shower. He was under the blanket, waiting to cuddle. We started talking and he immediately asked me "How was your first gangbang? Was it everything you wanted it to be?" He asked this because I had told him of a fantasy I had where I was gangbanged by my boyfriend and a bunch of college boys. John Luke had arranged everything for this day. Rebecca's First Affair Naked, Rebecca stood in front of the floor length mirror in her bedroom. "Fifteen years," she said to herself. "Fifteen years ago today I graduated from high school. The class of 1969" She looked critically at herself. She was still slender and was more attractive than she had been in high school with character lines making an ordinary face interesting. Her breasts were small and her nipples were no longer rosy red tips but were now brownish and wrinkled, the consequence of having given birth to two children. The stretch marks on her abdomen were another consequence. Still, her breasts stood firmly, pointing straight back at her from the reflection in the mirror. She pinched the skin around her middle. "Hmm. Maybe an inch." The triangular bush in her pubic area was small and neat. She turned around to look at her buttocks. "Firm. No sag there." Her legs were her best feature, long and well-formed. With a little toning, she would look good in a short skirt - except that she never wore short skirts. She was a preacher's wife, spouse of a small-town, bible-thumbing evangelical who preached hell-fire and damnation for sinners. Rebecca had few sins on her conscience. "There was that boy in high school, but I didn't really have sex with him," she told herself. "It was an accident, and I made up it for in my service to God." Her life plan had always been to be the Christian helpmate of a preacher. She had dropped out of college at Oral Roberts University after her sophomore year to marry Clyde, six years her elder, who had an offer to be pastor for a church in Arapaho, Kansas, population 3,000. It had been an agonizing decision for her. She was an excellent student and loved her life as a quiet bookworm, but she yielded to God's will. Her husband-to-be needed a wife and she was perfect for the job. She quickly became a pillar of the respectable, religious community of Arapaho, praised for her piety, humility, and tireless work. "I'll have plenty of time to rest when I get to heaven," she told people. She and Clyde had the perfect family: one boy, one girl, a dog named Spot, and a modest home on a quiet street. They were almost poor. Small town preachers don't make much money - and preacher's wives, none. It was - everybody said - a marriage made in heaven. Why then were tears running down her cheeks as she stood there, looking at her body in the mirror? Rebecca was not sexually deprived. Clyde had sex with her very night. It was always the same - missionary style - and she usually climaxed. She was a willing and enthusiastic receptacle of his emissions. During her periods she satisfied him with her mouth. When they were first married, he regarded oral sex as deviant and sinful but he had changed his mind and now he considered it an acceptable substitute for biblically-sanctioned vaginal sex - although his mouth had never touched her clitoris. He had also changed his mind about birth control after their second child. She had two guilty pleasures during those 15 years. The first was reading smutty, sexy novels such as Peyton Place and Valley of the Dolls. She didn't take the risk of checking them out of the public library in Arapaho, but bought them on shopping trips to the larger town of Hickok. She kept the novels hidden from hubby and the children in a locked drawer of her sewing machine. She liked to sew and making and fixing things for the house stretched her budget. In the same drawer as the smutty novels she had a few dollar bills she had saved from her household budget. What her savings were for, she could not say. Her second guilty pleasure was Sue, her best friend from high school. Sue, bold and busty, had moved to Kansas City after high school, had married, divorced, and worked her way up to a well-paying job as office manager for a law firm. Rebecca and Sue talked on the phone every few months and met each other for coffee or lunch whenever their paths crossed. Clyde didn't approve of Sue so Rebecca didn't tell him that they were still in touch with each other. The day after her self-examination in the mirror, Rebecca and Clyde journeyed to Kansas City, two hours away by automobile. Clyde needed a minor operation and he would stay in the hospital overnight. She waited by his bedside until he woke up groggy from the anesthesia at mid-morning and promptly went back to sleep. She telephoned Sue and they arranged to meet for lunch. Sue was the same as ever - with a head of flaming red hair, and wearing a skirt that was short and tight and a blouse that was almost sheer. Sue had always been her opposite. Rebecca dressed like a refugee from a Protestant nunnery - and an impoverished one at that. "Why don't we go out for a drink tonight?" Sue asked as they finished their lunch. "It would do you good to have a little fun." Rebecca had shared her vague feelings of discontent and boredom during lunch. "Oh, I couldn't. I don't drink and -" "You don't have to drink alcohol," Sue interrupted. "You can have a coke - or even a Virgin Mary. That's a Bloody Mary without the vodka. Come on!. You need to escape for an evening." "Well," Rebecca said with hesitation. "I'll have to be in the hospital this evening with Clyde, but if I can get away for an hour or two...maybe." "Just call me," Sue said. "I'll wait for your call." Rebecca spent the early evening at the hospital with her husband, willing him to fall asleep and he soon did so. She rushed to a pay telephone and called Sue. Sue picked her up at the hospital and they drove to their destination nearby - a large well-lighted restaurant which advertised itself as an Irish pub. Just off the entrance to the restaurant was a bar. Even on a weeknight it was crowded with a collection of young men and women, many of them unattached. Rebecca had never been in a bar before. Kansas permitted only beer to be sold by the drink, but they were in Kansas City, Missouri which had less stringent laws. Sue was wearing a low-cut dress with spaghetti straps that showed impressive cleavage. Rebecca felt like Ms. Dowdy in her knee-length skirt and buttoned-up blouse. She loosed a button, then another. The hint of a white bra showed. They sat at a table and Sue ordered a gin and tonic and Rebecca ordered a diet Coca Cola. She was both frightened and fascinated, especially as men came by the table to say hello, many of whom were acquainted with Sue. "This is my hangout," said Sue. "One of my hangouts. I know a lot of these guys. If you catch my meaning." She winked. "Hello, Brad," she said to a younger man nearby. "Hi, Jerry." "Who's your beautiful friend?" asked Jerry. He approached the table, kissed Sue on the cheek, and turned his attention to Rebecca. "Her name is Rebecca. My best friend. Becky, for short." Sue motioned for the two men to sit down. They were both good looking and younger than the two women, about twenty-five years old, Rebecca guessed. "Can I buy you a drink?" Jerry asked. "I...uh...well, maybe. First, I need to make a telephone call." Rebecca rushed away from the table, found a pay telephone near the door of the restaurant, and dialed the number of the hospital. Her husband, they said, was still asleep. She walked back to the table and said to Jerry. "Yes, I believe I'll have a drink." "What do you want?" "You order for me." Rebecca had no idea what she should order. "Gin and tonics for me and the lady," Jerry said to a waitress. Rebecca had never in her life tasted alcohol. Never. She took a tentative sip of the drink and frowned. "Something wrong with the drink?" asked Jerry. "Oh, no. It was just...something of a shock." "Rebecca is a respectable married woman," said Sue to the men. "Not a pub crawler like me. Treat her nice or I'll get on your case." "Get on my what?" asked Jerry innocently. "Do you promise?" "In your dreams," Sue laughed. Rebecca sipped her drink slowly. It made her feel woozy but she participated in the conversation by saying a few words that made the others laugh. Sue and she took a trip to the bathroom and, in the way of women in water closets, Sue asked "What about Jerry? We have to break this up soon." "Oh, I like him" Rebecca said. "But Ï couldn't...I just couldn't." Sue kissed her on the cheek and laughed again. "You are thinking about sex. I'm shocked., shocked I tell you!" Rebecca realized with a start that she had been thinking about sex. Those thoughts were quickly repressed by fear of her husband - fear of him more than her kindly God. When they returned to their table, she ordered another gin and tonic. She and Jerry sat side by side, their legs and thighs touching. She was having trouble holding up her head. It wobbled from side to side and her hair brushed against his cheek. "Hey, guys," Sue said. "I have to work in the morning. Come on, Becky. I'll take you to your hotel. If that's what you want...?" Rebecca looked at Jerry as they stood up. He met her gaze. "I...uh...had a really good time, Thank you." She extended her hand to shake his. He took her hand and pulled her to him and kissed her on the cheek. "I also had a good time. Perhaps we could meet again?" "I would like that." "Kiss good night, lovebirds," Sue prompted. Jerry and Rebecca's lips met and lingered. It was like an electric shock running through her body. She pulled away from him in panic and ran for the door, pulling Sue with her. Sue helped her out of the car at the hotel. Her head was spinning. She hugged Sue and said, "Tell Jerry I'm sorry I ran away. I liked him. I'm just not used to being kissed. Nor drinking." "He liked you too," Sue answered. Rebecca waved goodbye to Sue and stumbled into the hotel. She sobered up in the shower, utilizing her hand to meet her needs. Twice. She was happy. But for a coincidence, that night have been the beginning and the end of her flirtation with the wilder side of life. Rebecca was involved in state-wide women's religious groups. She enjoyed her excursions to meetings, conferences, and seminars. To her surprise, she was offered a seat on the Board of Directors of a Christian charity in Kansas City. She realized that the strong-minded President of the charity had asked her to be on her Board to serve as a compliant cipher who would not make waves. Nevertheless, she accepted with alacrity - subject, of course, to her husband's approval. The Board had quarterly meetings in Kansas City. Clyde and she prayed on the matter. He was perplexed at her show of wifely independence and accomplishment, but it was a prestigious charity and he might benefit from her association with it. He had dreams of one day escaping his little church to become a TV evangelist with a giant church. Rebecca never dared to even hint that he had reached the pinnacle of his accomplishment as a small-town preacher. Her good fortune continued. At her very first Board meeting the position of treasurer was open for election. The President announced that not only would the treasurer be required to attend the quarterly Board meetings, but she would also have to stay a second day in Kansas City to audit the accounts. The charity would pay expenses for meals and a modest hotel for the overnight stay. Nobody else on the Board wanted the job, so it took only an oblique reference to her experience as treasurer of a missionary group in Arapaho to get Rebecca's name in nomination. She was elected unanimously. Thus, three months after her first nocturnal adventure, Rebecca came again to Kansas City overnight, alone this time, and Sue and she planned an evening on the town. To her surprise, Sue told her Jerry was interested in seeing her again. "I must not have been too much of a wet blanket!" Rebecca said. "Don't get serious about Jerry," Sue warned. He's as randy as a billy goat - but he has a serious girl friend who lives in Chicago. They're probably going to get married." "Oh," her face fell. "Is it okay for me to go out with Jerry? I don't want to cause a problem." "If you're asking whether he'll take you to bed, yes, he will.'' answered Sue with a wink. :"I didn't mean that...I...uhh..." "Well, just in case." Sue reached into her purse and pulled out two condoms and tossed them to Rebecca. "Don't forget to use them - if you need them. Sue paused a moment, then reached into her purse and pulled out another two. "Here, you might need these too. You were pretty hot back in high school, if I remember correctly." "I couldn't...," but Rebecca put all four condoms in her purse. "Fuck Jerry - if you want to. I'm planning to fuck Brad tonight. Fucking Jerry would do you some good after all these years with Slick the preacher." Sue called Clyde "Slick" because of his Elvis-like duck-tailed hair. "Just don't take it seriously. You're much too serious. Sex is supposed to be fun." "I don't think I can do it just like that." Rebecca was excited - but nervous. What if her husband called the hotel that night and she wasn't in her room? What excuse could she offer? She had to have a story prepared in case of need. Deceiving a spouse required forethought and planning. The only credible story she had was a half-truth: She had met her old friend Sue and had gone out to dinner with her. She didn't intend to do anything bad; she wanted only to avoid the appearance of evil. She just wanted to laugh with Sue and Brad and Jerry. She bought myself a new dress for the evening with the money she had hidden in the drawer of her sewing machine. It was a subdued red in color, sleeveless, with a modestly low neck line and a high empire waist that emphasized what little there was of her breasts. It fell to just above her knees. For most women it would have been modest; for her it was racy. She gave her mousy brown hair a bit of a flip to soften her usual severe style and added red lipstick that matched her dress. She was ready. Jerry and Brad were waiting for Sue and Rebecca in a bar only a couple of blocks from her hotel. Tall, young, handsome, solicitous Jerry leaped up out of his chair, put his hands on her shoulders, looked her over, nodded in approval, then pulled her closer for a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Welcome back, Becky. I recommend the margaritas." "I'll have one," she answered. But she couldn't restrain an "Oh, my God" when the colorful, frozen concoction arrived. The margarita went down easily. "Tapas?" Jerry asked. "Certainly," said she, having no idea what tapas were. Jerry ordered asparagus dip, calamari, and little meatballs in a tangy sauce and they ate and drank in pleasure - although Rebecca was conspicuously quiet. She simply couldn't think of anything to say, although she said "Oh, yes" when Jerry asked her if she wanted another margarita. "They're delicious." "And deadly," said Sue who doubtless felt an obligation to warn her - but Rebecca was already digging into her second frozen delight with spoon and straw. Soon Jerry ordered her a third one. Amazingly, she found her voice and they all laughed uproariously when she told a story about being the wife of a preacher. Tears ran down her cheek while she laughed. Rebecca never got to the bottom of that third margarita. The room was spinning around in her head and suddenly she felt faint and bile burned in her throat. "Oh, no," she said in anguish to Jerry. "I'm going to be sick." "I'll take you to the bathroom," Sue said. "No," Rebecca said in a sudden panic. "I have to go to my hotel room. My husband might call. I have to be there. I'm drunk," she added with a giggle, holding tightly to Jerry. "I have to be sober if he calls." "I'll walk you home," Jerry said. "The air will do you good." "I need air. I have to have air," She draped myself around Sue and gave her a sloppy kiss and then did the same to Brad - right on his lips. "Great evening. A lot of fun. Great meatballs." She leaned on Jerry as he led her out of the bar. In the parking lot she vomited on the boxwood bushes. "Oh, my God," she retched. "It's all over my new dress. My only red dress! I loved this dress." Jerry wiped vomit off her face with his handkerchief and she leaned against a lamppost while he wiped off the front of her dress, his hands running across her breasts. "Big old things," she said, laughing hysterically at her humor. "I like them small," said Jerry. "More nerves concentrated in a small area." She found that funny. She felt a little better now that her stomach was emptied of meatballs and margaritas. She wrapped her arm around Jerry and they walked together the two blocks to her hotel. Along the way, Jerry put his hand on her cheek and turned her head and kissed her full on the lips. It was a long lingering kiss and she pressed hard against him and his hands slipped down to the small of her back and over the curve of her buttocks. "Do I smell awful?" she asked when their lips parted. "I don't want to smell awful, but I want to kiss. Just kiss. That's all I want to do. Just kiss." "You smell awful," Jerry said, "but you kiss good. I'll clean you up and put you to bed." He led her to her hotel room, helped her find the key in her purse, and opened the door. "May I come in?" he asked politely. "Come in. I want to kiss. But I don't want to smell bad. I have to brush my teeth. Where's the mouthwash when I need it," She laughed loudly at herself, staggered into the hotel room and sat down heavily on the bed. She kicked her shoes off. "Let's soak that dress in cold water," said Jerry. "Good idea. You have to unzip me. I can't reach that far." Jerry unzipped the back of her dress, helped her to her feet, and pulled the dress over her head. She stood surprised for a moment. "I'll put your dress to soaking." "Good idea," she repeated. "I'll just lie here in my underwear. Never been in my underwear before. " she giggled. "Well, I mean in my underwear with a man. I mean, not with any man except my husband." She paused to think. "You know what I mean. I think I'm drunk." "You are most definitely drunk." "I want to kiss " She followed Jerry into the bathroom and hung over his back as he ran cold water into the sink and put her dress into it. She kissed him on the neck and wrapped her legs around him and rubbed up and down his leg. "Kiss me," She said. "Oh, I forgot. I smell bad." "Let's put you in the shower," "But I have my underwear on." "We can fix that." Jerry turned her around and flipped the catch on her bra and pulled it off over her arms. He turned the shower on. She folded her arms over her bare breasts while she tried to get her thoughts in order. "Water's warm," he announced. "He looked at her for a long moment. "You don't have to do this. I can leave." "I just want to be kissed. I need to be kissed. Don't go away." She wished her breasts were bigger. She turned away from him, pulled her panties off, hung them on the towel rack, and stepped into the shower. She leaned against the tile wall of the shower and the hot water caressed her body. "I'm coming in with you," Jerry said, standing outside the translucent door to the shower. She was still thinking about that when he stepped naked into the shower with a tube of toothpaste in his hand. "Here," he said, squeezing toothpaste onto her finger. "Wash your mouth out with this." He was standing very close to her and his half-erect penis was touching her stomach. She took a mouthful of toothpaste and filled her mouth with water and squished it around and spat it out. "Do I smell better now?" "Much better," he answered. He turned the shower off and they stepped out into the bathroom. He took a towel off a shelf and dried her, first her face, then, turning her around, her hair and down her back, running the towel over her buttocks. He turned her around again and dried her breasts and, kneeling, her pubic area and her legs. Then, he rose to his feet and kissed her and they melded together and his penis, now fully erect, sought her vagina and she lowered my hand to help him and she felt the delicious thrill of a penis pressing into her labia. Rebecca's First Affair "Fuck me. Please." That was the most important request she had ever made. "I will. Let's go to the bed." They walked arm-in-arm to the bed. He was much less hairy than her husband and his muscles were taut and hard. His penis was long and straight. Her husband's looked like a banana. He was a beautiful man. She laid down on her back and, as he hovered over her, she spread her legs. He laid down, half on top of her. The telephone rang. "It's my husband," she wailed. "Answer it," he said calmly, rolling off her. "Just talk slowly and naturally. Pretend you're sleepy. Should I leave?" "No! Don't." she mustered her courage while the phone rang again and again. He kissed her breasts. She answered the phone. "Hello," she said timidly. "Rebecca," It was him. "Is everything all right? You haven't called." "Oh, yes," she answered, more loudly than she wished. "Everything is fine." "You sound funny." "Oh, no, I'm not funny. Just a little bit sleepy. A little bit sleepy. You woke me up. Tired. All tired. I was tired and I went to bed early." Jerry gave her a thumbs up and went back to sucking on her left breast. She rubbed her hand over the back of his head. Nice hair. "I just wanted to make sure than you are okay." "I'm wonderful. Tired. Hard day." Jerry was working his way down from her breasts. Now, he was at her bellybutton. He had turned, his head pointed toward her feet, and his penis was poking her in her unoccupied ear. "Well, no problems here, so I'll let you go back to sleep. Good-bye." "Good-bye," She said it with a gasp. Jerry's mouth had found her clitoris. "You're okay?" her husband sounded puzzled. "I'm fine. See you tomorrow. Tomorrow afternoon. I'm coming home. Tomorrow." "Oh my God," she said after she hung up the phone. "I forgot to ask about the children. He'll wonder why. And I forgot to tell him I loved him. Did I sound drunk?" Jerry raised his head from her crotch. "Not at all," he lied. He kissed her on the lips and she could taste the smell of herself. He stared into her eyes for a long moment, "You still don't have to do this." "Yes, I do. I want to fuck you." She said it emphatically. "Fuck." She loved that word. She hadn't said it since she was in high school. In that moment, she fell out of love with her husband. Or she realized that she hadn't been in love with him for a long time - perhaps ever. Becky, the flat-chested prude, the modest Sunday school teacher, wanted to be loved by men. Wanted to be a wicked woman. To be fucked. And fuck. And drink margaritas. "Oh, my God," she said for the hundredth time as Jerry's fingers pulled apart the lips of her vagina and his mouth closed gently on her clitoris and his tongue flicked against her again and again and she was hunching back and forth and squealing in delight as he sucked her quivering clitoris and rode her plunging thighs to a climax. "That was quick," he said as he relaxed and reclined by her side. "Was it good?" she asked. "I want it to be good for you. I wanna fuck good." "It was good," he assured her. He rubbed the side of his head. "Although sucking you could give a man cauliflower ears." "I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?" "No, not at all." He rubbed his ears. She made a mental note for the future. "Don't put a headlock on a man who's sucking your clitoris." She was serious and almost sober for a moment. "I want you to cum inside me. My husband is the only man who has ever cummed inside me. Well, almost the only man. I want to feel you inside me." "Don't worry. I plan to fuck you all night long. Unless you're in a hurry." "No, not in a hurry. I want it to last. Last all night long. But I should have asked my husband about the children. I forgot about the children." He thrust a finger inside her. She was wet. "I don't think we'll need any lubrication." He pushed his finger in further. "Oh, my God!" "Is that the only thing you can say?" he laughed. "We need to work on your vocabulary" "Shut up and fuck me," she said. Wow! She was getting saucy. He rose from her to a sitting position and reached into his billfold and took out a condom, bit off a corner of its plastic cover, unrolled it, and pulled it over his penis. She watched fascinated. She had never seen a condom in use. "I'm glad you didn't ask me to put that on. I wouldn't know how," she said with a giggle. "I could teach you. You could practice but I have only two rubbers and I don't want to waste one." "I have more," she giggled again. "Sue gave me four." He laughed. "You may need all four. I'll teach you how to put one on. Later. But first..." He rolled over on top of her. She reached down with her hand to feel the condom before he slipped his penis inside her. "The condom has some kind of powder on it. It feel's sort of...sort of like it is covered with powdered sugar. Like an angel food cake I make." He stopped, raised his head and looked down at her beneath his body. "Powdered sugar? I've never heard that comparison before." "I do a lot of cooking," she answered, wiggling her hips to bring him deeply inside her. She paused in thought for a moment. "Actually it's grainier than powdered sugar. It's more like cornstarch." She moved in time with him, her lips parted in ecstasy, her legs spread wide, her back arched, breasts thrust forward, her fingernails - short, as befitted a preacher's wife - clawing his back. ***** Rebecca's First Date Please read Chapter 1 first XXX Chapter 2. The First Date. Jasmine kissed me on the cheek and went upstairs. I smiled as I watched her pert bottom swing from side to side, encased in her tight grey pencil skirt, as she climbed each step. I turned and walked to our kitchen once she'd rounded the top of them and disappeared into our room. I wondered what she meant by leaving me a present as we were entering new territory in our relationship. When I had originally told her about my transvestism, she had been helpful and supportive but that had dwindled into disinterest over the years. However, with her sleeping with someone else and me getting ready to do the same, our relationship now seemed all fresh, exciting and now I had a present from her, something which hadn't happened for ages. I thought I would wait until she came out before I went to look. I checked the time. "6:15pm" I thought to myself. In just over 2 hours, I would be meeting a man with the sole intention of getting myself fucked senseless. My legs started to tremble at the vision. The fantasy of going with a man and having him use me for his pleasure was totally divine but I couldn't help worry that maybe reality would be somewhat less of an experience. Just then, my mobile rang. "Fuck!" I said, startled out of my day-dreaming. I looked at the number, it was Mike. "Oh great, he is going to cancel. That's just fucking typical of my luck. I have a great day, my make-up is perfect, my wife is happy and knows everything and now this!" I pressed accept call and spoke harshly. "Hi, I take it you're going to cancel tonight?" "Hi" he said laughing. "Of course I'm not cancelling, although I do have a slight confession to make." "Confession?" I asked. "Yes, but don't worry, its nothing terrible and I'm pretty sure you're going to love it!" "Tell me then!" I said excitedly. "Well...." He started. "Oooooh come on babe, don't keep me in suspense. Tell me please." "Well" he continued. "I've spoken to your wife and she thinks it would be a good idea that, as its our first date, that I should pick you up from your house. She has given me your address and if you are wondering about how I've spoken with her, she rang me and explained everything, especially how you don't clear your chat histories, which is where she got my number. I can tell you though it was a fucking shock hearing from her!" he laughed. "So? What do you think? Pick you up at yours at 8pm? Or do you need longer to get ready?" he said cheekily. "Picking me up from home would be perfect babe. I cant wait to see you!" I said eagerly. "OK babe. 8pm on the dot. I cant wait either." and then he ended the call. I went to the fridge to get myself a beer. As I was just about to open it, I noticed my purple nails. "Silly girl. We don't drink out of beer cans anymore now do we?" I said to myself rhetorically. I put the can back and pulled out a bottle of wine. I poured myself a glass and then thought I should do one for Jasmine as well. As I reached the top of the stairs, I had a sneak peak into our room to see what the present was that she had left me. It was a box. A pink square box. Curiosity piqued, I decided to leave it for now and went into our bathroom. "Glass of wine?" I said. "Mmmmm lovely, yes please." "Mike rang." I stated as I sat down on the closed toilet seat. "Really?" she said and then burst out laughing. "Oh sweetheart, you don't mind do you? I thought it would be easier especially as the main reason you were leaving at 8 was so you didn't meet the girls, but they aren't and never were coming." "Its totally fine." I smiled "although when he rang and I saw his number, I did think he was going to cancel as today has just gone too perfectly, so I was totally happy when he said he was coming here". "Do you know that I have never seen you happier than you are right now. You really should have done this much sooner Rebecca." "Really? But how? When you marry someone it's supposed to be for the rest of your life and the last thing you should expect for yourself is to want to go off with someone the same sex." "Same sex?" Jasmine said surprised. "You still consider yourself male then?" "Fucking hell! That's a question and a half." I said. "I don't know. I really don't know. There's really nothing about being a man that I like. I guess I just get on with life a day at a time, try not to think about it too much and enjoy my time spent as Rebecca." I was just about to drink some of my wine when Jasmine stopped me. "Get a straw or you will smear your face. You're shaking like a leaf. I bet you have a thousand conflicting thoughts zooming around that pretty little head of yours don't you?" "Yeah babe. I've wanted to do this for years and now its finally happening, I guess I am a little overwhelmed. Plus, I'm worried about how this is going to affect us." "I told you Rebecca, this is NOT going to change anything about us, except maybe for our sleeping partners." She giggled. I smiled back. "Yeah. You're right. Lets just think of this as the first day of the ...bleeeuuurrrrgh...I hate clichés!" I laughed. I went to the kitchen to get a straw and when I came back, Jasmine had left the bathroom and was in our bedroom. She looked at me and excitedly said "Open the box, open the box!" "Ok Ok OK!" I grinned and reached for the box. "Now, what do we have here?" I pulled the pink ribbon and opened the lid. Inside, nestled amongst the softest crepe paper, was the black, silk, full length Victoria's Secrets nightdress that I had been after for months. "Oh my god wow, its beautiful and more perfect in the flesh than in those pictures. You got this from America?" "Of course. I knew you would love it and there's the silk thong that matches as well. Now have you packed your overnight bag yet? "Overnight bag?" I exclaimed. "I never thought...do I need one?" "Of course you do silly, lets do it now and then you can start getting dressed as you only have an hour till he gets here." Jasmine pulled out our smallest leather suitcase and opened it on the floor. "Right!" she said. "You're going to need a change of clothes to come home in tomorrow. I think a simple blouse and skirt with some low heeled shoes should do and you will need more make-up, brushes, perfume, lingerie..." "I'm coming home dressed as Rebecca in broad daylight. Are you mad? I cried. "What about the neighbours? What do we say to them? And, when was it decided that I was staying out overnight?" "OK first things first. Why not stay out all night? You should be free to do whatever you want and if worrying about coming home is an issue, well its not. As for the neighbours, fuck them, its none of their damn business anyway. In any event, I want Rebecca around here more often, possibly full time...." She left that sentence hanging in the air. "Full time?" I wondered to myself. "Could I do that?" I asked her. "I don't see why not. We can get you to a specialist to talk about it if you want and see what you want to do. I will support you with whatever choice you make, you need to be happy and true to yourself." "I'll have to give it a lot of thought." I told her. "Although it will be strange changing from Rebecca to plain old me just to go to work." "When I said full time, I was including work. We will just have to be open with them. Maybe your boss could do with a new secretary that sucks cock when asked." she laughed. "Yuk" I grimaced. "Can you imagine me sat under Fat Bob's desk slurping and sucking on his dick, begging him to shoot his jizz down my throat? Jasmine covered her mouth trying to suppress a laugh. "Oh yes babe I can definitely imagine you doing that. You know he has a big fat long cock don't you? He tried it on with me once at that crimbo party a few years back. I was outside having a smoke and he came out, put his hand up my dress and grabbed my bum. When I tried to smack his hand away, he moved it and my hand hit his dick. The dirty bastard had it already hanging out of his pants!" "Hahaha" I said. "You never told me that. Maybe you're right, maybe I could suck his dick if it's a big one" I said sultrily. "That's my girl! Now, enough fucking about! I've left the enema kit in the bathroom, go sort it out. It will take about twenty minutes but if you have any problems, call me but don't expect me to come." She sniggered. I laughed at her and went to do the dirty but necessary deed. "I seriously need to consider what I eat in future." I said to myself once I'd finished and left the bathroom. Jasmine had packed my overnight bag and told me that there were a couple of outfits plus all the other items she said I really should take with me. I kissed her on the cheek and then said "OK! Time to get ready." I took off my white satin robe and then pulled off my panties. Jasmine looked at me and smiled. "There's just one more thing you need to make tonight even easier." "...and that would be...?" I asked. "Bend over the bed sweetheart and I'll show you." Knowing that she was enjoying this as much as I was, I did as I was told. I heard a squelching sound behind me and then a cold wet substance being rubbed gently around and then inside my bum hole. I then understood that she was preparing me for Mike, as she then slid in, what seemed to me to be a fairly large butt plug. "There you go babe. That should make it less painful for when he gets inside your knickers!" "Good job I am all clean then!" I said poking my tongue out at her. "Drink your wine, have a ciggie and finish getting ready. Its nearly time." She said as she left the room. I went over to the vanity table and checked myself. Everything still looked perfect. Hair and make-up were flawless. "I want to look like this forever." I said out loud. I lit a cigarette, popped the straw into my wine and had a long slurp. I felt calmer. The butterflies had gone and I was now looking forward to whatever lay ahead, both tonight and the future. I reached onto the vanity unit and grabbed my body spray. Alyssa Ashley musk. A totally delicious scent and sprayed myself all over. "Mmmmm I smell like a little piece of heaven." I got up and picked the suspender belt off the bed. I placed it around my waist the wrong way around to fasten and then turned it the proper way and adjusted it so it sat nicely just on my hips. I then picked up the stockings. These were my favourite brand of stockings. Aristoc with an A woven into the lace. So feminine and sexy and, as I remembered, worn by an awful lot of porn stars. I had to be very careful with them, they were so delicate and sheer that the slightest pull the wrong way would result in a tear. I then pulled on the waist clincher. With all of my body hair removed, the material tingled and tickled my skin almost causing me to shudder. "God. I love this feeling." I thought as I pulled the laces tight. I looked at my bra. This was the item that made me feel most like a girl. When I had it on and my breasts produced my cleavage, that's when I became Rebecca. This time, however, when I put it on, I knew I wanted to be Rebecca forever. The most uncomfortable item was next. I love my gaffe, but even though I have been pushing my testicles up inside me for years, it still felt strange. Pulling my little dick back between my legs and fixing it in position cheered me up as it was now out of sight. "The only dick that should be between my legs, is someone else's." I thought. My blouse was next and I definitely felt myself shudder as I slid it over my shoulders. As I buttoned up the front, I looked into the mirror and was pleased when I saw my breasts almost bursting out of the blouse. The satin fishtail skirt was my absolute favourite. I loved how it clung to my bum and the sound it made as I walked when it rubbed against my stockings. I stepped into it, made sure that my blouse was tucked inside and then pulled up the zip at the back. Looking into the mirror I noticed that my blouse wasn't quite even, so I lifted the skirt, adjusted the blouse evenly and as I was about to lower my skirt, I saw my reflection. "Mike baby. I cant wait for you to start getting your hands up my skirt and onto my body." I pulled my skirt down and reached for my shoes. I hadn't worn these for a while, but despite their height, they were very comfortable and looked amazing on. I then opened my jewellery drawer and put on my necklace, my drop earrings, bracelet, ankle chain and watch. I was almost ready. I lit another cigarette as the other one had burned down to nothing. Another slurp on the wine followed just to calm the nerves which were almost coming back. I grabbed my handbag and after refreshing my lips with the gorgeous lipstick the wonderful woman from the salon had given me, placed it inside. I also noticed a purse inside that wasn't mine. "Another present from Jasmine." I smiled as I opened it to find £100 inside with a note saying "Just in case, love you, Jasmine xxx." I opened my bottle of perfume dabbed some behind my ears, neck and cleavage. I placed some on my wrist and rubbed it against my other one mimicking what I had seen Jasmine do thousands of time before. I took one last long look in the mirror and whispered. "Tonight Rebecca. You are becoming what you have longed for but have denied yourself for so long. Enjoy and embrace it" I took my jacket off the hanger, grabbed my handbag, the overnight case and my cigarettes and went downstairs. Time was now 7:50pm. As I entered the front room I was met with a bright flash. "Smile baby, you're going to want to have these photos as a reminder of the day you became the true you." "Go on then!" I laughed and began following her instructions on how to pose, pout and tease the camera. "A total natural" she said delightedly. The doorbell rang and my heart almost stopped. "Its him!" I beamed. "Put your jacket on while I go and let him in." she said heading towards the front door. I did as she said and by the time she had brought Mike into the living room, I was ready. Mike came straight up to me, took my hand and kissed it softly, all the time looking right into my eyes. I could feel myself blush. He smiled at me and said "I knew you were beautiful but how you look now is just ..... perfect. I am a very lucky man!" "Go on then you two, out out out, go have a wonderful time and Mike please be a darling and put Rebecca's overnight case in your car." Mike laughed as he picked up my case saying "have you got a months supply of stuff in here?" "A girl changes her mind as to what she wants to wear. I'm just pre-empting any problems I may have in the morning." I giggled, following him to the door. "Have fun darling." Jasmine said as kissed me on the cheek. "See you tomorrow." She closed the door. Mike walked down our driveway, opened his car and placed my case into the boot. I followed him down the path, loving the sound of my heels as they clicked on the pavers. I noticed that the car was parked right under a street light. "This could be interesting for the neighbours." I said with some apprehension. He opened the passenger door and helped me inside. I suddenly realised why he had parked here. It would be very well lit as I sat down and although I wanted to try and be ladylike I couldn't resist conceding to his unspoken desire so I opened my legs to allow him to see up my skirt hinting at the delights contained therein. He smiled at me, closed my door and went around the car and got into the drivers seat. "I have been walking around in a daze ever since we made this date. I've not been able to concentrate at work and, if you don't mind me saying, my dick has been constantly hard and throbbing just waiting for you." he said hungrily. "Well, we are going to make that all better for you tonight sweetheart. Now where are you taking me?" I asked. "That's a surprise!" he said "A man needs to impress a beautiful woman on their first date and I have a lot planned tonight." "Mmmmm a magical mystery tour. I like the sound of that." "You look fucking gorgeous tonight! He exclaimed. "I cant wait till I get you in my arms and make you feel like a woman should. "You don't look so bad yourself. In fact, I would go so far as to say if I was a real woman I would have to take my panties off as they would be soaking wet." I laughed. He started the car and headed towards the main A38. We made small talk for a little while until he reached over and placed his hand on my leg, making gentle rubbing motions. It felt wonderful so I decided to return the favour and started rubbing the inside of his thigh moving my hand up and down, almost reaching his groin. "Damn you're a tease!" he said lustfully. "Tell me what you want babe and I'll do it!" I purred back. "Get it out and do what comes naturally you bad girl." he said. I reached over with both hands and started massaging his bulge through his trousers. I was impressed. It was hot, unyielding and felt really thick. I hadn't even realised that this was the first time I had willingly started touching another man's genitals. Mike was moaning and telling me how good it felt to have my hands on him at long last. I found his zip, tugged it all the way down and reached in until I found his hard throbbing dick. I pulled it out tenderly and looked. It looked perfect, no foreskin and a big purple head that had a wonderful shape. I began to rub it up and down, mesmerized by the way it twitched. I licked my fingers and then placed them back onto his shiny helmet. "Oh fuck yeah, that's its, get it all slippery you dirty bitch!" he groaned. I thought I would go one better than that and undid my seat belt and leaned over and flicked my tongue over it. It had the most amazing flavour. I wanted more but couldn't quite get my mouth over it as the steering wheel was getting in my way. "Don't worry babe, I'll pull over into lay-by!" he said breathlessly. I continued to rub his dick and after what seemed an eternity, he turned the indicator on and pulled off the road. "Now this is a bit of luck!" he said. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Its one of those secluded lay-bys and there are no other cars here!" "Perfect!" I said. He stopped the car. Turned off the lights, undid his seat belt and pushed his seat back. "My dear Rebecca, push your seat back and get that wonderful mouth of yours over my dick!" I didn't need to be asked twice and having moved my seat, I quickly lowered my head into his lap. The manly smell of his dick was driving me wild and I could think of nothing else other than pleasuring him to the best of my ability. I ran my tongue all around the rim of his exposed glans. I loved the taste of his cock, I especially loved licking the clear fluid that was leaking out of the tip. Mike stopped me and pulled his trousers down. He looked at me, pulled me closer and started to gently kiss me. I felt so vulnerable in his arms and loved the feeling. His tongue entered my mouth and I sucked on it hard, hinting to him that I wanted to go back to sucking him off. He took hold of my head and pushed me down onto him again. This time I could hold his balls. They felt heavy and I knew that he must have not masturbated for a while, saving it all for me. I used my left hand to massage his balls whilst my other jerked him into my mouth. Swirling my tongue around his dick for a few minutes sent him wild until he just grabbed my head and pushed me right down till my nose was tickled by his pubic hair. He then started thrusting hard in and out of my mouth and all I could do was hold my mouth open and use my tongue as best I could. "So this is what its like to be face fucked!" I mused. "I could definitely get used to this." I was getting so into it that when his dick swelled in my mouth I almost didn't notice, concentrating as I was on giving him as much stimulation as I could. The first spurt came just as the tip of his dick was coming back into my mouth. My tongue was covered instantly and the taste overwhelmed me. "Cum." I decided, "is going to be my favourite meal from now on." Rebecca's First Date He pushed his dick further into my mouth and I swallowed everything he gave me. He pulled out and as I looked up at him, he smiled and started wanking the last bits of cum into my willing and open mouth. "I've never had anyone not spill a drop of my spunk before!" he said. "I'm a very heavy cummer and you just drank it like it was water. You're going to be star in the Trannie fanciers community babe." I laughed. "I've never sucked anyone off before. I just hope it was ok." "It was better than ok and you will only get better the more often you do it." "I intend to do it very often." I said. "I can't think of anything I want to do more." "Oh I can think of at least one more thing you will want to do more often." He smiled. I laughed out loud. "Oh my god. I had forgotten about that part! If that's the same as sucking then I'm definitely up for that!" "Its much better than sucking" he told me. "Ready when you are." I said. "Lets go for a little walk first though, OK?" he asked. "No problem, we have all night to do everything and anything you want." "What about your wants?" he asked. "I don't really have much experience so for now just assume that my wants are exactly what my man wants." I answered. "Fair enough." He said smiling at me. He opened the car door and got out. I used the passenger vanity mirror to check my face. I took out my lipstick and applied another coat. The feeling of lipsticked lips sliding up and down a nice juicy cock is one I resolved never to go without. Mike opened my door and held out his hand. I took it and was whisked up into his arms. He kissed me passionately, pulling me into his rapidly hardening cock and rubbing his hands all over my bum, feeling my suspender straps. "Why cant all women dress like this?" he murmured in my ear. "Probably because they have busy lives, kids, boyfriends, husbands, work and a whole multitude of other stuff that leaves little or no time for self pampering." I whispered back. "You know us men never think of stuff like that. Are you sure you're not a real woman?" he chuckled. "Not yet, but I think that's the way I want to go if I'm being honest." "You should, you look fantastic now, taking hormones is just going to make you even more fuckable." "All the more reason to do it then." He finished and started kissing me again. He hands had started roaming again but this time he was grabbing tiny handfuls of my skirt and pulling it further and further up until he had it completely around my waist. "So soft and smooth." He spoke softly, his passion rising once again. He led me over to the front of his car, turned me around and bent me forward. "Give me a sec babe." He said. "Need to light you up so I can really see that gorgeous body of yours." He opened his door, flicked on the headlights and came back to me. "Yeah that looks fucking hot." He said as he started running his hands over my body. He undid my jacket and took it off me. "Get your blouse open and pull those tits out of your bra." He ordered. As I did this, he knelt down behind me and started kissing up the back of my legs. His hands were touching me all over my bum until he pushed his fingers towards my virgin hole. "What's this then?" he said knowingly as he pulled my panties to the side and took hold of my butt plug. "Just making sure I was all open for you babe." "Good girl." he told me as he started pulling it out of me. The full feeling I had and had been enjoying ever since Jasmine had put it inside me was now gone but was soon replaced by the more sensual feeling of Mike's tongue entering me. He released the catch on my gaffe and my tiny dick finally sprang free, harder than it had ever been before. "That is a lovely little hairless clitty." he said. "I'm going to enjoy licking that." "Oh babe, I am so hot for you, please take me now, I need to feel you inside me. Please take my virginity." "Did you want me to use a condom?" he asked. "Fuck No!" I almost screamed. "I need to have you pumping me full of spunk. I want it soaking my panties and running down my stockings!" "You are one horny dirty bitch!" he said as he pushed the butt plug into my mouth. "Suck on that while I fuck you hard and deep!" He lined up his dick against my hole, pulled my bum cheeks apart and proceeded to slide inside me. He was very gentle at first, telling me how deliciously tight I was and waiting till I became accustomed to his size. There was only a small amount of discomfort and when he started pushing deeper inside me, just waves of pleasure. My legs almost buckled, but he had hold of my hips now and was beginning to pump me faster and harder. Despite the delicious taste on the plug in my mouth I had to take it out so I could talk. "Mike!" I panted. "Deeper baby, give it to me, make me your bitch." I reached between my legs, taking the front part of my skirt with me and started rubbing the silky material against his balls. "Fuck yeah, keep doing that, that's fucking fantastic, I am gonna....fill...you.....up!" he grunted pumping rope after rope of his thick spunk inside me. He started kissing the back of my neck, reached around to massage my exposed breasts and pumped what remaining spunk he had inside me. "Don't pull out yet babe!" I said. "I want it to soak into my panties." "Gimme a sec..." he panted. "I'm trembly and my legs don't feel like they belong to me anymore." "Mine too." I replied. "That was the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me. Even better than sucking cock. I cant believe it has taken me this long to do it!" We remained in that position for a few minutes, till I felt his dick getting smaller. I reached between my legs, pushed my dick back into its pouch and re-clipped my gaffe. Mike pulled his dick all the way out of me and pulled my thong back over my gaping hole. The feeling of hot cum dripping out of me was very intense and I couldn't believe how aroused I still was. Without thinking, I turned around and knelt in front of him and started sucking him clean. "For fucks sake Rebecca!" he moaned "You're insatiable. I think I may have created a monster." He smiled. "Not all monsters are bad." I said as I began licking more of his cum from his rapidly shrinking shaft. I looked down at myself, with my breasts hanging out, my skirt up around my waist showing my stockings tops off and my hands holding a semi-hard penis and thought "I really could get used to doing this!" Mike pulled me to my feet, hugged me and kissed me passionately. "You are going to love this new life Rebecca." "I think you're absolutely right babe." I said kissing him hard on the mouth. "Let's get you dressed again." he smiled. He turned me around, pulled my thong to the side and pushed the butt plug back inside me. "That should keep my juice in you for a bit longer." I adjusted my thong so it was snug again, pulled my bra back over my breasts and buttoned myself up. I smoothed my skirt down and put my jacket back on. I checked myself with my compact mirror and noticed that my lipstick was a little smeared. I went back into the car, opened the door and carefully sat down. My bum was a little sore but as that was the first cock I had ever had in me I was quite happy that it did only ache a little. I re-applied my lipstick and my lips had that lovely sheen back on them. I stood up and got a cigarette out of my handbag. Mike was sitting on the bonnet of his car and called me over so he could light it. "Are you hungry or thirsty?" he asked. "I'm definitely not hungry Mike." I grinned "I have a belly full of spunk although I am a little bit thirsty. Your cum is deliciously tangy and very salty, I love it but it has made me want a drink." "I noticed a pub over the other side of the carriageway if you fancy going in there?" "I'll have a large glass of dry white wine please." I said as I linked my arm around his and kissed his cheek as we headed off towards the pub. To be continued... Rebecca's First Gloryhole Fun At 18 years old, Rebecca had not had much experience with sex. She had only been with 2 guys. She was not a gorgeous supermodel type by any means. She had average looks to go with her average shoulder length straight brown hair. She wore glasses and dressed pretty plainly because she had never really had the money growing up to buy the designer label clothes that a lot of her friends wore. She was medium height for a girl at about 5'4 and weighed around 130 pounds. Her breasts measured out at a very mediocre B cup. She had decided to go with a plain top and a short skirt that showed off her best feature. She had been told by more then one guy that she had a very nice ass and sexy legs. She pulled up her pantyhose and decided not to wear panties. A practice she liked to do just for the heck of it. It kind of made her feel like a bad girl. She also didn't wear a bra because there was really not much there to hold in place anyway. The night was spent with her friends at a bar in a bad sex district part of town. It was surrounded by liquor stores and strip clubs and an adult bookstore. It was the only place that would serve them alcohol at their age without any question. She had played some pool and sang very bad karaoke and had several mixed drinks before she was finally asked to dance by a large older guy who introduced himself as Chuck. He was around 40 years old, 6'3 and she guessed his weight at around 250 He was wearing a pair of rather dirty jeans and a tattered Metallica T-shirt that covered a rather sizeable belly. He also wore a dirty Budweiser baseball cap. She wasn't being picky in her condition. He was the first one to pay any real attention to her anyway. They walked out onto the small dance floor for a slow song. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he reached his arms around her waist and puller her tight against his beer belly. She thought to herself how drunk she must be because the feeling of his hard hands on her hips was really a nice sensation. She laid her head on his chest and rocked back and forth to the music. It wasn't much into the song before his hand slid down to her ass slowly. She didn't put of any kind of a fight as he soon was dancing with both hands feeling up her ass cheeks. "You really have a wonderful ass." He whispered in her ear. She just looked up and smiled at him and then laid her head back on his chest. When the song was over they went outside. He said he always wanted to go to the adult bookstore next door just to see what it was like. She was drunk and a little curious herself so she figured it wouldn't hurt to go with him. It was well lit outside and there seemed to be quite a few people going in and out. They walked into a room that had several shelves that contained DVD's and magazines with all types of sexual pictures on them. There were a couple of guys looking at the selection but there was no sign of all of the people that she had seen go in. She then saw a guy walk out of a dark hallway with a sign over it that said VIDEO BOOTHS TOKENS ONLY. "What is back there?" She asked Chuck. "I think you go back there to watch these movies." He replied. They examined the movies on the shelves and she started feeling a tingling between her legs from all the graphic sexual images. "You want to go see what the video booths are all about?" Chuck asked with a smile. Rebecca didn't really know if she wanted to do that. She had only known this guy for about 30 minutes. The alcohol answered for her. "Sure, I guess so." She replied. Chuck walked up to the counter to get some tokens. She then followed him into the hallway. The hallway was very dimly lit. There were small doors up and down the hall and there were a couple of side halls also with small doors leading into them. There were lights above each door that had the words IN USE on them. Some were lit and others weren't. The whole place smelled funny, kind of a bleach type smell. Chuck led her down the hallway and took a turn as if he knew exactly where he was going. He went to a door and opened what seemed like a larger booth then the others. He allowed her to enter first and then closed the door behind them and clicked the latch. The booth was dark until he started placing tokens in the slot. The screen lit up immediately with a scene of a blonde who was being fucked really hard in her ass by the biggest dick that Rebecca had ever seen. Rebecca's own pussy tingled at the sight of the woman being used in the ass. Rebecca had only had a couple of boyfriends and none had tried that maneuver. Chuck sat down on a bench that was against the wall and patted the seat next to him. Rebecca was definitely having second thoughts about what she might have gotten herself into, but she sat down anyway. "What do you think?" Chuck asked. "Well it is definitely different." Rebecca replied. She knew what Chuck wanted and she was really starting to get turned on at the thought of it. He leaned over and kissed her softly on the neck as his hand started to slide up the inside of her thigh. Rebecca did something she didn't expect. She spread her legs wider to allow him easier access as his fingers probed the outside of her panty hose. She could feel his fingers sliding gently across the material and across her now dampening pussy lips. She sighed and leaned back against the wall and watched the screen while this old redneck stranger fondled her pussy. Then Chuck got on his knees in front of Rebecca. He reached up her skirt and grabbed a hold of her pantyhose at the crotch and ripped a hole in them. A second later Rebecca had 2 of his thick fingers shoved deep into her awaiting hole. She couldn't help but moan out loud even though she knew that people in other booths would hear her. She couldn't believe how thick this guy's fingers felt in her tight little hole. Her pussy clamped around his digits as he curved them upward and started rubbing directly on her g-spot. She closed her eyes as her breathing got heavier and heavier. When his thumb started rubbing her clit at the same time she exploded in the most powerful orgasm she had ever felt. She was almost screaming as her body convulsed over and over from the powerful climax. Chuck pulled out his fingers and stood up in front of Rebecca. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his cock right in front of her. She leaned forward and took the hard 6 inch member in her hand and licked the head all around before she took it in her mouth. She hadn't had much experience with this and didn't know how to get it into her throat like the girl on the screen was doing with a cock that was much bigger. Chuck didn't seem to mind as he let out some slight moans and then told Rebecca that she was a good little cocksucker. He placed his hand on the back of her head and started slowly fucking her mouth with the half of his cock that would fit. His breathing started becoming heavier and he was pushing harder before he pulled his cock out of her mouth. "Damn, you almost made me cum before I could fuck you." He said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom and tore the wrapper open. She watched as he rolled the rubber down onto his cock. "Stand up sexy." He reached down and held her hand and pulled her to her feet. He turned her to the side and then stood behind her as he pushed on her back to get her to bend over. She did as he wanted and bent over. It was then that she noticed the hole in the wall in front of her and the eyes of someone watching. She didn't have time to say or do anything. Chuck slid her skirt up and grabbed her by her hips, ramming his hard cock into her tight wet pussy. She moaned as he pulled his cock almost all the way out and then pulled on her hips and slammed his member home again. He started fucking her hard as she screamed out over and over with each thrust. She was watching the man's eyes in front of her. The fact that there was another man watching actually turned her on more as Chuck was slamming his dick home again and again as she could feel his balls bouncing off her clit. Then the eyes disappeared, only to be replaced seconds later by a hard cock that was about the same length as Chucks but it was a little thinner. The strange member poked through the hole in front of Rebecca's face. She was beyond any type of self control at this point. Whipped into a horny frenzy by Chuck's cock she had another strong orgasm as she took the other cock into her mouth and started sucking it. It was easier to get the thinner cock into her mouth. She worked it in and out of her mouth for a minute. The man on the other size thrust at the perfect time just as Chuck rammed his cock in deep and pushed Rebecca forward. Rebecca gagged hard and almost threw up as the strange cock was forced into her throat. The man on the other side of the wall pulled back and Rebecca tasted a salty taste as he blew shot after shot of a huge load into her mouth. She tried to swallow the streams of cum but couldn't get it all as his love juice started dripping out the sides of her mouth and down her chin. Chuck then let out a grunt and slammed into her one last time and she felt his cock pulsing inside her as he filled the condom with his load. He pulled his cock out and stripped off the condom and let it fall to the floor. The other cock disappeared back through the hole and then a hand reached through holding a couple of napkins. Rebecca took them and stood up while she wiped the cum off her chin. She straightened up her skirt and turned back to Chuck. He had a huge grin on his face. "So did you like this place cutie?" Rebecca definitely liked the place. She went there quite a few times after that night. She never saw Chuck again but she had her fair share of strange cock at the Video booths.