7 comments/ 31246 views/ 17 favorites The Education of Rebecca McFadden By: Hot_Sister Author's Note. This work is a figment of my imagination. It's not real, so don't break my balls about what you think should have happened...it's just a story. It also contains explicit descriptions of vaginal, oral and anal sex between consenting adults over the age of 18. If any (or all) of these themes offend your sensitivities, please do not proceed past this point! If you like it, please don't forget to leave a comment and score at the end. Every bit of encouragement helps me decide whether the ongoing time and effort of writing is really worthwhile. Thanks, HS. September 2012. ***** THE EDUCATION OF REBECCA McFADDEN I'll never forget how it all started. We were sitting around the kitchen table in Mum's house. She'd gone to bed of course, and there was just Suzy and Rachel and me. The clock above the mantle showed two thirty and the bottles on the table were mostly empty, and Rachel was holding court like she always did. 'Of course size matters,' she said, 'and don't you ever believe anyone who says otherwise.' I laughed, partly at her serious expression and partly because it was so like her to make statements like that. Black and white, that was Rachel. There were never any shades of grey in what she said or thought, particularly where sex was concerned. What a tosser! 'Don't you agree, Suzy?' 'What?' Suzy was the oldest of the three of us by eleven months and so Rachel always deferred questions to her, which was odd because she really didn't give a toss what either of us thought. Rachel frowned at her sister's inattention. 'I said that size does matter,' she explained. 'Oh...well, I guess.' Suzy looked vague which was a sure sign that she didn't really know what she was talking about, but felt compelled to answer anyway. In fact she wasn't as experienced as Rachel, who, according to our calculations, had fucked more guys in the past year than the both of us had in the last five. Rachel nodded, pleased with the support. 'I mean, it just stands to reason,' she continued. 'A guy with a little dick could be the most skillful lover in the world but it would still be like waving a noodle in the Blackpool tunnel.' I regarded my twin with amusement. 'Just because your tunnel is like Blackpool's, don't think ours are like that.' I said. 'That's probably why you need big guys - all the elasticity in your pussy has gone.' 'Well, at least I use it,' she retorted. Her blue eyes fastened on mine. 'Are you actually doing anything with Tom? I mean, you've been going out with him for six months.' 'It's Tony, and what we do together is none of your business.' 'Ha! Tiny, more like!' Rachel laughed, a dry little sound of derision. 'I was looking at him the other day in the pool and I'm not even sure he has one. Not a whisper of a bulge or anything. If he does have a cock it would have to be the smallest in the universe.' 'Not all of us have the same basic needs as you.' 'Ah, so he does have a pin-dick! So tell us what it's like, Bec?' She wriggled her little finger at me. 'Is it like a little worm? Can you feel anything when you're doing it?' 'Don't be disgusting.' 'Is it like a toothpick?' she persisted. 'If you must know it's actually quite normal.' 'Really? Well normal is no good, Bec. You should try something bigger if you really want to be turned on. Like Jake's.' She held up her hands to demonstrate its length and thickness. 'He's got a dong like King Kong, and it's lovely. You should feel it when he pushes it up your -' 'Enough!' I could feel myself getting angry, which seemed to happen a lot with Rachel. For a twin we didn't seem to have much empathy, despite what the books said. 'Nobody wants to hear about it.' 'But you should,' she continued. 'Size and technique, Bec. Nothing like it, and you need coaching in both. If you like I'll tell you -' 'No!' '- about the time he pushed it up my arse. Jesus! I thought I was going to split.' 'You did it up the bum?' Suzy's eyes went round with interest. 'I thought they only did that in porn flicks.' Rachel laughed again. 'Christ, you two are hopeless.' She regarded us with pity for a few moments. 'Look, one day you're going to meet some guys and get married, and once the honeymoon's over he'll pork you once a week if you're lucky, and before long it might only be once a month. And when that happens you'll look back and wish you'd had a bit more when you were younger.' She turned her gaze on Suzy. 'So you've never done it Greek?' 'Um...no.' Her eyes swiveled to me. 'And I don't suppose you have - not that you would have felt Tiny's little dick in there anyway.' I shook my head, but despite myself I was interested. Rachel might be a bitch, but there was something compelling about her dirty stories. She sighed. 'Would it do any good if I told you about it? I mean, will it make any difference?' 'It might,' said Suzy. Rachel laughed. 'As if.' She closed her eyes for a moment, remembering, and then shook her head. 'Nah, that's a story for another day...but I'll tell you about the first time we did it properly. Shit, it was good!' She stopped and took a sip of her drink, glancing at us to make sure we were listening. 'I met him in a pub - he was with a few mates and I was with Vicky and Sue. I remember thinking he wasn't my type but there was thin pickings that night so by closing time I figured it was either him or ol' faithful again...' she glanced at our blank faces. 'You know, my vibrator? Old Faithful?' She laughed. 'Anyway, I guess I really wanted a good root so I figured he'd have to do.' 'What about the others?' Suzy asked. 'Vicky found some guy...I'm not sure about Sue.' She shrugged. 'I really didn't care - when there's not enough to go around it's every girl for herself.' She regarded us. 'Do you want to hear about it or not?' 'Sorry.' 'Yeah, well... I didn't want to take him home so we went into the park - you know, that little gazebo down by the lake -' 'Jesus! Couldn't you find anywhere better than that?' Suzy interjected. Rachel regarded her scornfully. 'I always go there,' she said. 'It's nice and quiet and it avoids any complications with the guy knowing where you live.' She giggled. 'There's a little bench in it which is just the right height for doggie, which is great if the guy has beery breath.' Suzy shook her head. 'You're a slut, Rach.' 'Yeah, and I love it,' Rachel laughed. 'You've got to seize the moment, you know? Get your gear off and get into it, that's my motto. There'll be a time for being a prissy little housewife one day, just like you are now.' She shook her head in mock pity. 'So where was I? Ah yes... so I knelt on the bench and he stood behind me, and next thing I felt him pressing the head of his cock against my pussy. It's dark there and I'd no idea what he had in his pants...up to that point it could have been a pin-dick like Tiny's, for all I knew.' Her eyes were on mine and I could see a gleam of amusement in them at my expense. 'But it didn't take me long to figure out this one was different...I mean, really different. I thought at first he'd got a dildo or something and was trying it out on me, but it wasn't cold and hard like that...it was...just right.' She laughed again and shook her head. 'Shit, what am I saying! It was fucking huge! I reckon his knob must have been as big as his fist.' 'Yeah, whatever,' I'd heard Rachel's stories about big knobs before. 'No, really,' she said. 'I mean, it was soooo big it wouldn't go in...I could feel him pressing forward and I knew it was in the right place, but it was jammed at the entrance. I could feel my pussy lips trying to stretch around him, but he was too thick.' 'I doubt it,' I murmured. 'This is Blackpool Tunnel Rach speaking, right?' She shook her head. 'No. It was really, really tight. Like it wouldn't go in - at least to begin with. And he just stood there, pressing forward. I could feel the pressure...like this immovable fucking log trying to force its way into me, and I couldn't go anywhere because I was up against the back of the bench. So I just gritted my teeth and waited...and then suddenly I opened up and he popped into me.' I leaned forward. 'Come on, Rachel. You're exaggerating, right? It can't have been that big.' 'It's true,' Rachel said. 'It really was the biggest I'd ever had...and I tell you what - you'll never want a little one again once you've had one of those drilling into you.' Suzy laughed dismissively. 'So what's so good about being split in two? Sounds like a lot of grief to me.' Rachel picked up a bottle and poured the last few drops into her glass with a petulant expression on her face. 'You just don't get it, do you?' she said. 'I'm wasting my fucking time here.' She drained her drink and stood up. 'Well I'm off to bed...and you two losers can sit up and compare how tiny your guys' dicks are, and I'll dream of being fucked by Jake again.' She turned and walked unsteadily to the door. Suzy called out after her. 'So when did you find out it was a prosthetic cock, Rach?' Rachel turned back and regarded us mockingly for a moment, and tried to flick her head in that little princess way she had, but it looked for all the world like she was agreeing with us. A moment later she was gone, and Suzy and I were left giggling in the kitchen. **** When we were little my Mum used to dress Rachel and me alike. 'They're twins,' she'd tell people, and so we were - not exactly identical, but so much alike that people could hardly tell one from the other. She'd do our hair the same way and seat us together in the same pram, and we'd look like two little peas in a pod. She expected us to like each other, too, but that didn't happen. The truth was, we were different - and as we grew older those differences got bigger. She was the extrovert, where I tend to be shy and withdrawn; she was the party animal, where I was studious. She used people, and I didn't. And if I was really honest, I'd say that Rachel has a real mean streak in her that I don't. Once we were bigger I tried to change my appearance so I didn't look like her. I styled my hair differently and I always wore clothes and make up unlike hers. For a while I even tried to speak differently but that was difficult so I guess I still sound like her, but it doesn't matter because we don't move in the same circles. I guess we wouldn't even talk much if it was just up to us, but Suzy is the glue that binds us together and so we still occasionally have these bizarre conversations mostly driven by Rachel's ego. And the thing is, she gets under my skin. She has this knack of saying things about me that I know are true, and it really bothers me. So I lay in my bed that night and I thought about the little barbs she had thrown my way, and it got to me. Tony really was a boring fart, and he really did have a little dick, too. He was about as interesting in the sack as a dressmaker's dummy, and I'd put up with it because it was easier than going out and finding someone else. And I knew that what she'd said about regretting a wasted youth was probably true too: I mean, if you don't have fun when you're young, when the hell will you ever do it? I realised too that all of the guys I'd known were pretty much the same, and unless I did something different the chances were the next ones would be too. I just seemed to attract that sort of guy - you know, nice, and safe and...boring. The sort who you'd marry and fifty years later you'd look at them across the room with the old striped wallpaper and faded carpet, and wonder where the hell all the joy in your life had gone. Rachel, god damn her eyes, was right. And as I drifted off to sleep the thought of Jake's huge cock seeped into my mind, and I imagined it was drilling into me, not her, and it was filling places that I didn't even know about. Part of me felt revolted by it, but the other part was excited...the thought of being possessed - of being held down by strong arms as that enormous dong rummaged my insides, reaching up towards my belly; pressing up inside me where no one had ever been before. I imagined Rachel was there too, laughing as I was being serviced, egging me on; and Suzy watched from the corner, her eyes like saucers as her fingers dipped into her crack. We both knew she'd be next. In the darkness my fingers played frantically with my pussy, feeling the sticky juices oozing out of me as the spiral of my pleasure grew, expanding like a huge silver bubble in my brain until I thought it would consume me. Christ, it was good! And just as I could stand it no longer I tripped over the edge and came - my limbs twitching and a sudden spurt of moisture at my fingers as the bright coloured lights burst in my head. I could hear myself moaning and I couldn't stop... my mind full of that huge thick prick lancing into me, sliding up until it was completely swallowed by my cunt, and then it spurted gallons of thick cream as I writhed underneath it. Fuck! And the next morning, when the feelings of unease normally disappear, they were still there - and the next day too. Rachel, my bitchy little sister, had really hit the nail on the head. Tony would have to go, and I'd get out more and try to meet other guys. It was time to change, to use my hot little pussy...to have fun, fuck it, and bugger the consequences. The trouble was, though, that if I wanted to break out of this rut I'd have to do something different - and I had no idea how to do that. And then, as these things do, a sudden opportunity presented itself. ***** Rachel has a job as a travel consultant. It sounds pretty grand, but really all she does is sit in dingy office and book other people's holidays...pretty shit, if you ask me. She'll come home and carry on about this island resort or that and how fucking marvellous it was, just like she'd been there. In truth she never had two bob to rub together so I figured the chances of her actually going to all these exotic places was just about zip. And then one day she came home and told us that her company was sending her to Fiji for a few days, to check out a new resort there. I was happy for her, I really was, but then she blew it by spending the next three weeks lording it up like she was the fucking queen, about to embark on a Royal Tour of the south west Pacific. Holy crap! It's only Fiji, for God's sake. Things were made worse by the fact that I'd got absolutely nowhere in finding a new guy. Tony had been given his marching orders and he'd slunk off like a bewildered kid, wondering what he'd done wrong. A stocktake of the office guys brought up zip - three accountants (as a principle avoid Accountants like the plague); the camp office boy whose underwear was probably frillier than mine, and the ugly boss who had been trying to get into my knickers for years. Even a couple of trips down to the pub had failed to find anyone more interesting than the local hicks who thought they were God's gift. I mean, how hard could it be to find someone to root? The night before Rachel flew out she was in the kitchen talking again. 'I might bring you back a present Bec, if you're good' she said. I figured it would be a wooden carving or perhaps a coconut shell cup, neither of which I wanted. 'Gee, thanks Rachel.' 'And when I get back I'll tell you all about sex on a tropical island.' She regarded me with her pale blue eyes. 'Have you given Tiny the flick yet?' 'As a matter of fact, I have.' 'Well, that's something. Have you found a new dick to play with?' 'Don't be crude.' 'Hmm, I guess that means no. Would you like me to bring a bloke back for you?' 'Bugger off.' Rachel laughed. 'Your loss. I'm going to have a wonderful time, and you'll be here playing with yourself.' A sudden thought occurred to her. 'You're not to touch old Faithful, right? In fact, don't go into my room.' 'I'd only go into your room if I wanted the pox.' 'Yeah, well, I mean it. Don't touch any of my stuff.' The ridiculous thing about the conversation was that Rachel didn't have anything that a self respecting girl would have wanted anyway - I mean, she didn't wear normal clothes and her make up was all the wrong colours. So I guess it was just me being ornery when I went into her room the following day. I just wanted to make a statement, right... to do something that she didn't want me to. I poked around her cupboard and looked in the bedside cabinet, and it was full of crap. The computer was still turned on and I had a look at that too, but aside from a few links to porn sites there was really nothing of interest there either. And just as I was turning away I saw she'd left her email server open, and so I clicked on it and had a look. A new message from Jake. Shit, so he really was real! I flicked though the menu and read it. 'Hey babe, free tonight. Fancy a shag?' Jake, with the apparently enormous dong. Jake, who clearly didn't know that little miss princess was away for a week. Jake, who wanted sex and nothing more. Jake, who the little bitch was constantly pushing in our faces. And suddenly an idea popped into my head which was so audacious that it took my breath away. I sat on the chair and thought about it. I turned it over in my brain, looking at every angle, working out if it could be done, if I could get away with it. And the more I thought about it the more excited I got: it was daring, it was the new me; it would break me out of my rut and, best of all, it would put little miss pox arse in her place. With trembling fingers I tapped out a response 'Sure. Usual place 8pm. Wet just thinking about it.' The letters on the screen glowed at me, seeming to pulse slightly in time with my racing heart. I rested my cursor on the Send button. Fuck, did I really want to do this? What the hell was I going to do with the guy, anyway? Not shag him, that was for sure...I knew where he'd been, at least as far as Rachel was concerned, and I didn't fancy that rancid dick anywhere near me. But if I met up and pissed him off then he would think it was her, and that would be delicious. Fuck, her, the bitch. I pressed the send button and watched as my message went, and then I took what I needed from her room and went out to change. It was going to be an interesting night. *** Have you ever been to a fancy dress party and dressed as a slut? Felt the whisper of satin knickers on your skin, and the clasp of a cheap trashy dress on your body? It sort of gets to you, doesn't it... your nipples press against the cups of the little lacy bra and they get hard all by themselves, and your pussy gets sensitive, too. I could feel mine as I drove to the park - an unaccustomed warmth down there, a wetness that I usually only got with direct stimulation. I could feel the little lacy gusset of Rachel's pants pressing against me, the silky soft touch against my vulva and I could smell her cheap perfume in my nostrils; and when I looked in the mirror I saw her there. It was disturbing, really - all my adult life I'd tried not to look and act like her, and yet after an hour or two fixing my hair and practicing her pouty little expressions I was her. And not just the looks, either, for if the truth be known I was starting to think like her too. I guess the Jim Beam might have helped. I could feel the warmth of it sloshing in my belly, and the dark eyes reflected in the rear view mirror were dilated with drink. I knew it was stupid but this was the new me - a girl out for her own gain and to hell with the rest of the world. I knew I wouldn't fuck Jake - it was just a game to piss off Rachel, but hell, it was fun. For just one night I was going to be an irresponsible, stupid, selfish little slut. The Education of Rebecca McFadden I left the car at the far end of the car park under the big gum trees and made my way down the path towards the lake. There were other cars there too and I glimpsed figures in them moving together, the steamed up windows obscuring blurred faces pressed one to another. There was a street light at the end of the car park and I passed underneath it, hearing my heels tapping on the concrete pathway, watching my shadow flitting across the adjacent hedge. I guess I could have turned around then but it never occurred to me: this was my night - my adventure. Tonight I would dance to a different tune that would not only prove I could do it, but bugger up my precious little sister too. The gazebo was shrouded in shadow, a pale blur under the thin moonlight, and I crossed the grass silently towards it. The trees behind it were a dark mass and I heard them rustle in a breath of wind, a sort of soft sigh, and then my heels were clicking on the steps as I walked up to the little platform. The ornate balustrade around its circumference threw a criss-cross of pale shadows across the concrete floor and there were pools of darkness next to each of its pillars. I walked to the centre of the floor and stood there for a moment, wondering if I was early, sort of half hoping that he wouldn't turn up. And then the wind sighed in the trees again and for the first time I realised how vulnerable I was, and my confidence vanished in an instant. I never heard him behind me. The first I knew that he was there was the clasp of his hands around my neck, gripping me hard. He dragged me to the little bench in the middle of the gazebo and pushed me over it, and he forced my legs open with his knees. 'I've been waiting for this.' His voice was low and gravelly. 'Ready, are you?' 'Wait! Wait, Jake. I'm not -' He laughed, a low menacing sound. 'Wet enough?' he whispered, 'I can fix that.' His hands seized my dress and lifted it above my waist and a moment later his fingers were in my pants. I couldn't move. His body was pressed hard against me, crushing me against the bench, and one hand pushed my head down. I felt the other rummaging, his fingers thick and warm against my flesh - easing aside the lips of my pussy and pressing into me. My breasts were squashed against the top rail of the little seat and my legs were spread open, thighs apart. There was no leverage to move - I just couldn't, and so I whispered frantically at him in that dark, silent place, begging him to stop. 'Jake, this isn't what you think! Stop! I don't want to do it -' But there was no stopping him. His fingers worked into me, pressing into the warm pink flesh of my insides - two or maybe three fingers. I felt the wetness seeping out of me despite myself, and I heard the wet sucking noises of my labia as he rummaged in and out. 'Jake! Listen to me! Stop!' His fingers were suddenly withdrawn and his weight relinquished. For a moment I was stunned - I really hadn't expected him to stop. A sense of relief surged through me, a sense of returning control. We would talk and I would explain, and in a few moments I'd be back in the car, laughing at Rachel's expense. But he hadn't stopped. As I started to straighten up he fell to his knees and pressed his mouth to my crack and I felt him lapping at me in long, deliberate strokes. He must have had a tongue like a lizard, and he hit the exact spot: I could feel the rasp of it flat against my pussy, pressing against my vulval lips and then the tip curling into me as he drew it back into his mouth. Christ, it was delicious! And in an instant the strength went out of my legs and I slumped back over the bench again, thrusting out my bottom to allow him greater access. His fingers curled under each buttock and drew them apart, opening me up, his tongue dancing on my sex, lapping, lapping. I could hear the snuffling of his breath and feel it hot against my crack - no, in my crack. God, his face was fully there, his nose jammed up my arse and his tongue pressing into me, forcing aside the lips of my pussy to draw out my essence. Drinking me, drinking me, swallowing the juice that suddenly streamed from my cunt, lapping like a dog on heat, immersing himself in me. In the silence of that little Gazebo I could hear the soft, wet squelching of my pussy lips against his face as I juiced up, and the little moans of my pleasure rose above the soft sighing of the wind in the trees around us. His fingers dipped further, opening me, stretching me, exposing every secret I had to his hungry mouth. His tongue lapping, lapping, long languorous strokes from the tip of my clit to the gaping little mouth of my anus, flicking over my most sensitive flesh like a little snake, spinning me up in a tight spiral of pleasure. Nobody has ever done this before. Not Tony, with his fumbling, clumsy ways and prissy little dabs of his tongue. Not anyone else. Nothing like this. Nothing like the animal hunger with which he ate me, and nothing like the trembling acceptance of my flesh. Waves of pleasure surged through me with each stroke of his tongue and my legs wobbled like so much jelly around his face. Jesus, Jake, don't stop! I gripped the top rail of the bench and rode the long waves of pleasure. Deeper, deeper! Pressing my cunt to his mouth, grinding down on him, lifting to tiptoe to direct his wriggling little tongue to my anus. Ah, ah, ah....just there! The tip pressing aside the tight crinkled opening, easing into that forbidden space. Jesus, fuck it was good! I don't know how long we were like that...it could have been hours, for all I knew. I do remember lifting one leg and hooking my knee over the bench, and that ratcheted the pleasure up even more. He'd pressed his fingers forward now, dipping into my holes alternately... pussy, ass, tongue, fingers. A cyclic round of expanding sensations, opening me up, lifting me to a plateau of indescribable pleasure and holding me there with the flick of his tongue and the long slide of his thumb or his fingers into the searing heat of my body. My cream flowed out of me like a river from deep well of my cunt to lubricate his tongue and lips and mouth, dripping off his chin to land like drops of black confetti on the pale silver floor of the Gazebo. The moon had come out and I could see him through the bars of the bench, his face pressed up, twisted to gain better access, his eyes shut as he savoured all that I had to give. My love juice on his face, his lips, his cheeks. Fuck, fuck...don't stop, don't stop. And suddenly his face was gone and I felt his fingers at my buttocks again, opening me, holding the quivering flesh of my buttocks aside, and then the heat and hardness of his cock against me. He's going to fuck me...Jake's monster cock - the one that had been in Rachel. The one I'd told myself I wouldn't have. But that was a thousand years ago and now I wanted it more than anything else. I couldn't live a single moment more without it. With a groan of lust I pushed my arse back and wriggled as he engaged the tip against me. No, not want..it was need. I needed it inside me... I longed to be fucked, to feel the hot swollen flesh of a cock drilling up into the tight wetness of my seething cunt. God, Jake, fuck me, fuck me hard. And then, just for a moment, everything stopped. I guess he was regrouping, or catching his breath or something, and in that instant I glanced to one side and I saw our shadows on the Gazebo wall. The moon had come out and I could see us projected on the rough render like silhouettes in a silent movie: one figure prostrate, bent over the bench and the other poised above it. Me and Jake...fucking. I could see a sliver of silvery light between them and I could see the stem that joined the figures, thick and black and malignant, poised to be plunged deep. And in that moment I remembered Rachel's words '...it wouldn't go in. I could feel the pressure...like this immovable fucking log trying to force its way into me...' I'd not believed her then, but in the instant that I thought of it Jake thrust his hips forward in a long, powerful movement that was never going to stop. My body rocked forward under his inertia and then the hard metal railings of the bench arrested me and there was nowhere to go. There was sudden pressure at my cunt as his knob sought to enter - a sort of dull ache, as if someone had suddenly pressed the heel of their hand hard against the sensitive flesh; a pressure that grew rapidly as I resisted him. I could hear myself whimpering and hear the groan of breath leave his mouth as he felt it too. For a second I stopped his progress, my crimping flesh struggling to accommodate him, and then, suddenly, I opened up and he slid into me. It was like pushing a fucking rolling pin into my clout, I can tell you. I could almost feel my flesh creaking with the strain of opening up, feel my body recoil as the mushroom of his knob slid into me. I was gasping, gasping, begging him to stop, to give me time to adjust. My voice breathless. 'Ah, Christ, Jake, wait...wait. Let me -' His shaft stilled, the knob buried in the first inch or two of my twat. His hands on my waist, holding me, and his voice soft in my ear. 'Christ, that's good, baby, can you feel that? Jesus, Rachel, it's even tighter than last time -' "Yes, yes...wait. Gently, baby.' For a few moments we were still. My cunt was throbbing around him, gripping his turgid flesh in a vice. I could feel him twitching, the rod thrumming and vibrating with each twitch. The ring of my vulva stretched like a banjo string and I put my fingers there and touched where we were joined. 'Now...slowly, baby. Slowly. Go in. Nice and slow.' The slide of his shaft, slippery against my fingertips. A feeling of warmth inside, of incredible fullness. Sliding deep, pushing aside the resistant walls of my trembling pussy, pressing against something vital - a dull ache, and then my fingers touched the wrinkled sack of his balls and I knew he was fully immersed. 'Ah,' I was whispering, my voice strained with wonder. 'Ah, ah....hold it there, Jake. Oh, shit, you're right inside.' 'Deep inside your tight little cunt.' His words strained, tight with lust. 'Tell me what you feel, Rachel.' 'Stretched....ah, fuck....stretched open. Touching something...inside. Deep inside me.' 'Am I thick?' 'Ah, yes. So fucking thick and long. Buried inside me.' 'Are you ready to be fucked?' 'God, yes! Fuck me...fuck me.' He drew his hips back and I felt the long slippery withdrawal of his cock, a feeling of growing emptiness as my cunt emptied. It was as slippery as a polished truncheon as it slid out of me...inch by gleaming inch until at last, my vulva surrendered the final morsel and his great purple knob bobbed free. In the silvery light of the moon I could see my cunt gaping open like a surprised mouth with the gleam of juices at its lips; and then he pressed forward again and I swallowed him, my flesh rolling aside to take his turgid rod into my body again. I could hear myself groaning, strident in the quiet night and I could do nothing to stop it. He began to pump and I was being filled, ravished: fucked half to death, and it was exquisite. The long piston stroking, back and forth in and out; the frantic clasp of my vulva on the shining, wet shining rod of his cock; the soggy sound of our genitals and the harsh rasp of our breath. His hands half lifting me, raising me so I was balanced on the back of the bench with one leg hooked over. The metal edge pressing against my clit and the great shaft still sliding in and out and his fingers dipping now into my ass, drilling into that last sacred place where no one had ever been before. And it went on and on, longer than I'd ever been screwed before...but then it wasn't just fucking: it was a whole experience - a total ravishing of every thing I had to offer, of plunging fingers and cock, of clasping cunt and crimping anus; of splattering, frothy juices as he rummaged deep inside my grasping body. For the first time in my life I was filled - I mean, really filled, being lifted on a spinning vortex of pleasure that nothing could stop: a bubble of pure ecstasy that grew slowly from the tight wet channel of my cunt, expanding exponentially though my body until it could no longer be denied. It raced like a super nova through tissue and tendons and twitching muscles until it exploded in my brain like a bomb. Jesus, God, it was good! I'd felt nothing like it before: a wave of pure pleasure that consumed me - that took the millions of cells in my body and shook them like little rag dolls in the awesome, churning power of a Tsunami. And as I came I felt the sudden grip of his hands like steel clamps on my hips, and for a few infinitesimal moments I felt his cock swell inside me like the shaft of some great rabid dog. He was groaning, a harsh wrenching sound drawn from somewhere deep inside him, rising as the bubble of his own pleasure seized him and whisked him upwards until with a final cry he burst inside me. Jets of steaming jism splattering into my body...so fucking hot, like magma erupting in the deepest recess of my twitching cunt. I was aware of my voice, broken and gusty as I twitched in ecstasy, urging him on. 'Ah, fuck...fuck, Jake. I feel it...so fucking hot, Jake. Your sperm in my cunt...filling me. Go, baby, spray into me....fill me.' 'I will, I will. Jesus, Rachel. I'm filling you.' His mouth close to my ear as he leaned over me and his cock thrummed and jolted inside me, releasing ribbons of burning jism. 'Ah, Christ, Rachel. You're so fucking tight...take it, baby, take it all.' 'I will, I will.' My cunt sucking at him like a whore's mouth, drawing the seed out of his twitching balls. 'I've got it, baby. I've got it.' And then, at last, it was over. He was slumped over me, his weight oppressive, and I could still feel his cock twitching inside. At length he withdrew and I staggered to my feet and regarded him for the first time in the thin, silvery moonlight. What can you say to someone that you've never met before, that you know nothing about other than his cock is huge and he's just given you the most incredible orgasm? Do you thank them? Do you hug, or touch, or do you just walk away? Nothing I had ever done before prepared me for this and so I just stared at him and said nothing. I could feel his semen dripping from me, sliding down my thighs, soaking my knickers; and I could feel the tenderness of my labia where his pubic bone had battered me. If you were to ask me what I was thinking at that moment it would be hard to say – confusion, mostly. I'd come her determined not to do what I'd just done, and now I needed time to think about it, to reconcile everything that had happened. It sounds prissy, I know, but remember that I'd never, ever done anything like this before. I could see his eyes glinting in the soft light as he regarded me. I knew what he'd be thinking - that I was a slut: the easiest fuck ever, and that made me cheap. I guess I expected him to leave, right then - to tuck his shrinking wet cock back in his pants and say 'Thanks, Babe,' or something else factious, and walk away, whistling. But he didn't...he just stood there and looked at me with an almost quizzical expression on his face until I felt compelled to speak. 'What?' I said. 'Nothing.' 'Then I'd better go.' I bent down, looking for my knickers that somehow, in the heat of the moment had got torn off. I needed time to think. 'Can I see you again?' I didn't answer. The last thing I wanted was to discuss another date. I was almost traumatised by the intensity of what had happened. I could feel his seed cooling on my skin as it slid out of me, and I suddenly remembered that I wasn't on the pill. Jesus! Tony always wore a rubber. Fuck. I needed time to think. 'Rachel?' 'I don't know, Jake.' My hands were scrabbling around the bench, looking for the elusive scrap of silk. 'I need time -' He reached forward and touched me. 'I'd really like to, Rachel. You're great.' I gave up on finding my knickers and stood up, backing away from him. I had to get away, to be alone...to figure out how the hell this had happened and what I was going to do about it. 'I'm sorry, Jake. I have to go.' My voice babbling, close to tears. 'I can't...I mean, I just don't know.' And I turned and ran and left him there, my mind full of him and me and what we'd done. The smell of our fucking was still in my nostrils and lingering memory of the shattering ecstasy of my orgasm and the searing heat of his jism as he filled me. God, what had I done? 'I'll call you,' he called after me. 'Tomorrow, Rachel. I'll call you.' Tomorrow. That was another day, but first I had to get through the rest of this one. * In my dream Rachel was tied to a bed and Jake was crouched over her, watching as the tip of his cock teased aside the wet lips of her pussy. He pressed forward and I cried out as he slid into her but they could not hear me, and so I watched as she swallowed him up. Her body was arching up to meet his thrusts, her eyes on his face as they fucked. Long, deep strokes. I could hear the wet sucking sounds of her cunt and her sighs and groans of pleasure, and the frenetic creak of the bedsprings as he pounded into her body. My fingers were in my pussy, desperate for his thickness, to feel the river of his cum frothing around my fingertips, but it was like a dry well. And when I looked down I saw my belly was huge, with the skin glossy and tight and the little blue veins like a spider's web under the translucent milky white skin; and I heard them laugh as they talked about me. 'Bec's up the duff,' Rachel said. 'Stupid little bitch.' 'Her cunt will be slack. Nobody will fuck her now.' Jake's voice was breathless as he hammered into her. 'She had her chance. I told her to have fun while she could. Now she's got a bellyful of arms and legs.' 'Yeah. Stupid bitch. Not like you, Rach.' I thrust my fingers deeper into my pussy and played there, feeling the moisture appear, watching as she took him. Watching as his shaft appeared and disappeared, watching the tight ring of her vulva stretched around him. God, I needed him! Jake pulled out and spurted over her, and I saw the long opal streaks of his seed as they appeared on her skin. Streams of it, splattering over the golden sun-tanned belly and pert little breasts, pooling in the pit of her belly button. Ah, God, it should have been me. And as I watched they faded away, and I began to spiral up into the light of day. * 'Bec! Wake up!' I opened my eyes and the agony of my dream was snatched away. Suzy was sitting on my bed, her eyes on my face. 'Wake up!' 'I'm here.' She lifted her hand from my shoulder and smiled. 'Jesus! I thought you were having a fit - moaning and crying out. What the hell were you dreaming about?' 'Nothing...just a nightmare.' She laughed. 'Some nightmare. I reckon your whole hand is in your pussy.' I glanced down. The sheets were pulled away and my fingers were curled under my panties, a dark stain at their crutch. 'And you were calling out to Rachel,' she said. 'What's the little gem done now?' 'Stole my guy.' I removed my fingers and stretched. 'And then rooted him while I watched.' 'Sounds like her. You know she's due back tomorrow?' 'Yeah. The end of our peace and quiet.' Suzy stood up and looked down at me. 'Perhaps we take her too seriously - I mean, you didn't believe all that crap about that guy she shagged, did you? You know...whatshisname with the big dick?' 'Jake.' The name slipped out from my lips before I could stop it. Why wouldn't it? I'd been thinking of him almost non stop for the past six days. There must have been five messages on Rachel's emails begging me to meet him again. I was still thinking about it, and now my time was almost up. 'Who knows, Suzy. You can never tell with Rachel.' The Education of Rebecca McFadden 'Well, I'm off to work. You OK?' 'Sure.' 'Be good, then.' She smiled and left the room and I sank back on the pillows, thinking. The dream had left me unsettled. I guess it made me feel that whatever I did I'd always be second fiddle to Rachel. That's just the way it was, and I knew, deep inside, there was nothing I could do about it, and perhaps that was why I'd fiddled and farted away the week and done nothing about what had happened. Typical me, I guess, finding it easier to do nothing. But the dream filled me with resolve - there was still one more night, and if I didn't take the chance then that would be gone too, and I'd always regret it. And what was the worst that could happen? He'd fuck me? Too late. That I'd get pregnant? May be too late for that, too. That I'd not enjoy it? Fat chance. I remembered way I'd writhed under his cock and the spine shattering cum I'd had, and the subsequent feeling of euphoria that had lasted for days. Just one more time, Bec. Do it! And so, God help me, I went into Rachel's room and I opened her email account and typed out a message, my fingers trembling with haste. Tonight. 8pm, same place. For a moment I regarded the characters on the screen, knowing that the chances were I'd live to regret it...but what the fuck. I pressed the send button and watched as my invitation was sent, knowing that this was my last chance and that when Rachel came back there'd be all hell to pay. There was no doubt in my mind she'd find out – Jake would mention how good it had been and it would take her a heartbeat to figure out what I'd done, and the vindictive little bitch would make my life hell. But now the decision had been made and I felt a sudden lifting of the spirit. All I had to do was to turn up and enjoy Jake one more time. It never occurred to me that she already knew. * I'm not a computer freak. I know how to turn one on and I can figure out how to use it, but I just don't get the full extent of what you can do with them. If I'd thought about it I suppose I would have figured that Rachel could access her emails from Fiji but I would never, in a million years, have thought that she would. I guess I figured she'd be on her back for most of the week and sleeping off her hangovers for the rest, but I was wrong. About the time I sent the last email Rachel was in her room. She opened her server and read the latest offering from Jake. It was all about how great she had been on Saturday, and how he hoped she would meet him again, and of course it took her a nanosecond to figure out that something odd was going on. And so she delved back a little bit and found the emails that I had sent in her name, and suddenly it was clear to her. She would have sat back on the bed and thought about it for a moment, astonished by my duplicity. An image of me would have appeared in her mind in keeping with what she thought of me: prissy, fussy and dull, dressed in old fashioned clothes and fucked-up Elizabeth Taylor hairdo. She would have laughed at the sheer improbability of what I'd done and perhaps there might even have been a gleam of understanding. But underneath there would have been a burning anger that I could do such a thing; that I had been in her room when she explicitly told me not to, and that I had dared to pretend I was her. But I would never have guessed what she did about it. For as I went back to my room, my mind filled with excitement about what the night would bring, my dear little sister tapped out a message to Jake that I would never see. A message that asked him to do something that would change my life for ever. * It was raining when I left home. I could feel the coarse rub of my raincoat against my naked skin, and my pussy tightened at the thought of how deliciously slutty that was. Little Bec McFadden, going out to fuck in a park wearing a raincoat and nothing else. And as I drove I remembered that Rachel would be back tomorrow and the game would be up and it caused me to think about what I'd like to do on this, my last night. It was the last wishes of a condemned woman, if you like. Part of me was still little timid Rebecca, who up to a week ago thought the missionary position was exciting: but the larger part was the new little slut who could do anything she wanted. My head was filled with visions of what could happen...what would happen if I let it. I'd seen porn stars doing it on the internet and never, ever thought it could be me. But why not? If ever the time was right it was now, and I might never have the chance again. So you want to fuck me in the mouth Jake? No problem. Cum over my face? Be my guest. Up the arse then? God, yes! And so I drove through the rain to the little car park and my pussy was dripping in anticipation. I parked the car and ran along the pathway, down past the little stream to the Gazebo, and I stood there with my heart hammering with excitement, listening to the sound of the rain and waiting for my lover to arrive. The street lamp along the pathway had been fixed and I saw him as he passed under it, a dark figure with his hands in his pockets. From where I stood his image was foreshortened, his shoulders massive and his torso short and powerful. The material of his coat gleamed wetly in the diffused light and his face was hidden under his hood, a dark oval that bobbed and jerked as he walked towards me. It was a sinister image and a picture of the grim reaper suddenly popped into my mind: a dark figure in a shroud striding forwards to claim his prize. What did I know of him? Nothing. Not even his second name. He was a faceless, nameless guy who was there for only one purpose, and I suddenly realised that was part of the attraction...an almost total anonymity that would allow me to do anything I wanted and then walk away without judgment. And so I moved quietly to the back of the Gazebo and I opened the buttons of my coat to reveal my nakedness, and I waited for him to climb the stairs and take me. I've thought about that moment a million times since then - whether I could have known what was to happen, whether I could have prevented it. But how could I have even guessed? How was I to know what Rachel had done? And would it have changed anything, if I had known? Would I have run? And what difference would that have made? The chances are I would have been hunted down like a trapped animal in the park, and nothing would have changed. All I know is that it did happen, and it was a defining moment in my life. But that was to be later, so when Jake stepped into the Gazebo nothing of that was in my mind. I watched as he took off his coat and dropped it onto the ground, and I saw him stoop over the little bench and place something on it. A moment later a match flared and the Gazebo was suffused with the soft light of a candle. It was a pool of intimacy in the wet darkness around us, and I moved forward quietly to stand at its periphery, waiting for him to be aware I was there, waiting for it to start. He looked up and saw me, and he said nothing. I'd never seen his face before but in the soft light I could see it now - a good face, strong and handsome. I could see his hungry eyes on my body, sliding down from my face to my tits, and then over the creamy plain of my thighs to my pussy. I could feel my nipples as stiff as sticks in the cool evening air, and the glow of lust warmed my belly as his gaze roamed over me. God, I wanted him. My pussy was a river, wet and open, waiting for him, gasping to be filled. He started to fumble with the buttons on his shirt and he tore them off, and then the belt on his jeans...sliding them off his legs, flinging them on the floor until he too was naked. And all the time his eyes were on mine, speaking volumes of lust and need and want. His chest was broad, tapering to a flat belly covered in a pelt of dark hair, and his cock reared from below it like a cobra, thick and massively erect, capped by a great purple knob that bobbed and nodded as he stood, waving slightly as if it was already seeking a place to enter. For a moment longer we stared at one another and then with a cry I ran forward and fell to my knees before him. My hand closed over his shaft and I pressed it to my lips, rubbing it against them before opening my mouth and taking him in. There was a sudden tang of salt on my taste buds as he popped inside and then the slippery texture of his love juice oozing over my tongue...a little river of it streaming into me, bathing the insides of my cheeks as he slid into my face. My mouth was stretched around him and I felt the long tube of his cock rubbing against my lips as it slid in. I felt the knob lodge at the back of my throat and then my hands were around his shaft, gripping it, feeling the warm rubbery resilience of his flesh, kneading it to milk his juice. His fingers were in my hair, holding my head, pumping me back and forth to fuck his shaft. Dear God...how much juice! Filling my mouth so I had to gulp it down, feeling the hot slipperiness of it ease past my tonsils in slimy lumps to slide into my belly. Fuck, it was good! How come I'd never done it like this before? How had I ever missed the sheer fucking eroticism of having a cock filling your mouth, of slavering over a great trembling knob, knowing that soon it would be burrowing into the very core of my body? In the soft yellow glow of the candle I could see his face, looking down at me as I serviced him...a mixture almost of pain and pleasure. I moved one hand to his balls and held them lightly, feeling them move in their sack as I bobbed back and forth. I could feel their weight and their energy and I imagined the load of jism inside them, bubbling like a cauldron as it waited for the opportunity to splatter into my cunt. It was raining heavily now and the Gazebo was filled with the roar of falling water as it struck the roof above our heads and cascaded from the gutters. If anything it isolated us - just him and me in this little cocoon, strangers brought together just to fuck. The noise of water was almost deafening but I could still hear him groaning as his pleasure grew. His cock was even harder now and it slid back and forth into my mouth in short, rapid strokes. My jaw was aching but I didn't care...I was seized with the need to take him as deeply as I could. In and out, the knob battering the back of my throat and rubbing on the soft flesh of my cheeks. There was so much fluid there, too much to swallow and so it dribbled from my lips to hang in long slippery ropes before splattering over my breasts. I thought he would cum then and I was ready for it, but he didn't. With a cry of lust he pulled back and for a moment he stared at me. His cock was bobbing, red and wet and angry and I went to touch it again but he shook his head. 'Fuck me, Rachel.' His voice was hoarse, barely audible above the roar of the falling rain. 'Sit on me. Swallow me up with your cunt.' His clothes were scraps of darkness and he gathered them quickly and lay on them, staring up at me with desperate eyes. 'Come on. Fuck me...sit on me.' I squatted over him and took his shaft in my hand. The great purple head was like a mushroom as I lodged against it, nuzzling into the crack while I lowered myself. We both watched in that yellow, flickering light as it entered my body: the moment of resistance as I held him outside and then the sudden release as my vulva opened to accept him. Jesus, it was tight! I could feel my cunt clasping him, gripping hard as he slid upward, and I groaned aloud with the delicious sensation of being utterly filled. Looking back on it, I guess it was orchestrated. You know, Jake to be first...to put me in a position where the others could follow. Perhaps they'd done it before, or maybe they'd just agreed how it would be. In any case, I hadn't noticed them creeping up the stairs, waiting in the dark shadows for their moment. Jake pulled my face to his and my body rocked forward, and then the first of them moved. I felt the rough clasp of another set of hands drawing my buttocks apart, and almost immediately the caress of a tongue sliding in the crevice between them, wriggling and warm and wet. It touched the edge of the shaft buried inside me and then slid back, dipping over my twitching little rosebud, dwelling there for a moment before thrusting back again. The sensation was exquisite, and it was totally unexpected. I tried to sit up, but Jake held me close and his lips were pressed against my ear. 'It's my brother, Rachel,' he said. And there's another. There are three big cocks to fuck you tonight.' 'Christ, Jake! No!'I tried to break free but he was too strong. He laughed. 'But you asked for it, Rachel...and here we are, and me and my brothers are looking forward to it so much.' And all the time that warm slippery mouth was on me, the little pointed tongue dipping into the secret little crease between my cheeks to tease the opening while Jake's cock slid back and forth inside me. Never, in all my years, had I felt anything so good, and I felt myself surrender to it. I looked up and there was the third figure stood back watching, his cock hard in his hand. 'You love it,' Jake whispered, 'don't you, Rachel.' 'Yes, God yes! I can feel his mouth on my arse.' 'And my cock inside you. How does that feel?' 'Tight. So fucking tight. Ah...Jesus, Jake. Fuck, that's good -' 'Three cocks then, Rachel. Isn't that what you wanted?' and before I could answer his lips crushed against me again and his tongue slid into the warm, slippery cavern of my mouth. I could feel the warmth of his brother's breath on my anus as he blew softly on the crimping little hole, alternating with the thrumming tip of his tongue. I guess I knew what it meant but I just didn't care. I'd passed the point of reason...I just wanted to be filled - to be fucked in every way I knew and a few more besides. In that little cocoon of roaring water and soft golden candlelight I wanted to be coated with hot steaming sperm, to smear it over my trembling body and taste it rank upon my lips. And if that meant more than one guy, so much the better. And then Jake pushed me gently up and I saw the third brother had moved closer, standing astride with his prick bobbing near my mouth. He shuffled forward and I took it in my hand and fed it into my face, tasting it, feeling the lovely slippery hardness sliding into my throat. He was smaller than Jake and I found I could curl my tongue over him as he fucked my face. It was about then I lost control. There was too much happening for me to keep track of it all. It was almost as if my body had suddenly been divided into zones, and my mind jumped from one to another to dwell on the delicious sensations of what was happening there. Jake's hardness thrusting upwards to my belly, my cunt ring burning as it stretched around his thickness; the cock at my lips, sliding back and forth, leaking into my mouth, and now the feel of a third prick pressing hard against my anus, an irrepressible force that could not be denied. I felt my sphincter expanding and a moment later the head popped into me, and I was full there too. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought this would happen to me, and yet here I was in that little oasis of warm flickering candlelight in the rain swept night - enjoying it...no, loving it. Loving the feeling of being totally possessed, of complete and utter fullness as those three cocks slid back and forth in every useful orifice I possessed. And I understood too the amazing power of that moment: to give or not to give, to accept them into the warm core of my body because I wanted it. To put them in my debt as they took their pleasure in my flesh, their minds filled with the thought of using me as a harbour for their seething sperm. And yet parallel with that was the knowledge that I was nothing more than a cheap whore, a degraded little slut kneeling on a dirty floor in a public place, giving myself for nothing as the three men whose names I did not even know fucked me for their own gratification. And so I sweated and grunted and fucked, and my mind was filled with visions of lust and power and degradation, and the incredible sensation of my flesh being penetrated over and over and over again. My arsehole was burning and my cunt felt full enough to explode and I could hardly breathe for the swollen knob jammed in my mouth...but it was amazing. What girl ever gets to experience that? Jake's hands were on my hips as I gyrated above him, and his cock was plunging into me in perfect timing with his brothers. All three shafts were entering and withdrawing in synchronicity now; I could feel my arse and cunt and throat bulging with their size as they entered me, a dull ache of bruised and stretched flesh as they battered my twitching body. It went on and on and on and I loved it; I could hear myself grunting, a hoarse primeval sound from somewhere deep in my throat and I thought I could hear the wet sucking noise of our fucking. On and on, until I thought that I would surely be fucked to death and they would find me in the morning stiff and cold and filled with seething sperm, and with a smile upon my lips. And then, for the first time, Jake's tempo changed. His hands reached up and gripped my hips and he began to thrust harder. I was lifted with each thrust, bouncing like a little boat in a tempest, and I worked with him. I swivelled downwards with every thrust and clenched my cunt to squeeze him. I couldn't see his face but I knew he was close - I could feel it in the urgency of his movements and hear it in the hoarse rasping of his breath. He called out to his brothers. 'I'm close, guys,' he said. 'Ah, fuck...it's cumming soon. Fuck her, ah, fuck her and cum with me.' They were a team of champions, those guys. They must have done this before because they started to slam into me with renewed urgency. Their hands gripped me hard and I heard their laboured breathing as they went to me with renewed energy. My arsehole was battered and my throat was skewered, and all I could do was ride out the storm. And I guess I was urging them on, working with them as best I could. I wanted them to spray into me together, to feel and taste buckets of sperm filling every orifice of my body. I imagined how it would jet into me with such force and volume that it would somehow meet in the middle, a vortex of bubbling creamy jism impregnating every corner of my body. God, I needed it. And so I writhed and twisted and grunted as they fucked me, and I encouraged them with little cries of lust and excitement, and I waited with rising excitement as I felt them growing close. Jake was first, but only by a second or two. His hands gripped my hips and he thrust upwards deeply, burying himself as far into my body as he could. I guess I'd got used to the size of his cock by then because I took it all - every fucking millimetre of it. I could feel the bell-end somewhere deep, pressed right up into the centre of my belly, and I felt the sudden flooding warmth of his cum as the first monstrous jet leapt from the end of his cock. And almost immediately the guy behind me unleashed his load too...I could feel his shaft jerking as he did, feel the scalding heat of his juice as it sprayed into my bowels. I thought I'd might have been desensitised by their battering but I swear I could feel it: the tingling impact of their jets on my twitching flesh and the flooding warmth as it filled me. They were crying out, gasping, holding themselves in as deeply as they could, and it seemed to go on and on and on. And the incredible feeling of those two huge cocks jerking and spurting inside me triggered my own cum...I mean, why wouldn't it? Bright lights burst inside my brain and I heard myself shrieking as the waves of pleasure took me. My body was shaking, trembling like I was in a fever, and my cunt and arse seized the two twitching, jolting pricks in a grip of iron as I tumbled over the edge of ecstasy. It was mind blowing...amazing, a roller-coaster of crashing waves and shrieking wind and grasping, clutching, wet flesh. It was better than anything I'd ever had before, or even dreamed of having. I was gasping, my lungs desperate for air as my body thrummed about those two huge, squirting, jolting shafts inside me - and then the third guy spurted into my mouth.