This story is a continuation of the characters and plots developed in the story "Rebecca Becomes a Party Girl." This story will make more sense if you have read that story first.
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I. Rebecca Calls on a Old Friend
It had been almost 2 weeks since Mike's party, but Rebecca felt herself reliving the events of that party daily. At first, Rebecca thought that her behavior that night had been completely out of character, she was a conservative, good girl; but, the more she thought about that the less she believed it. She was reflective by nature and so she had been thinking about not just the events of the night, but also her motivations. The more she thought about that night the more she came to believe that her actions were not at all out of character – it was that her actions didn't align with her persona. Rebecca had spent the better part of her life cultivating a persona of innocence. Rebecca now knew that there was a significant difference between her inner self, desires, and fantasies, and the way others perceived her.
Rebecca thought of that night–how she got on her knees and sucked Mike's cock, how she let Jim and John double-team her, and how she agreed to let the four men gang bang her–working to come to grips with her thoughts, feelings, and sexuality. She knew, at some level, that what had happened was wrong, but she was having a hard time reconciling those morals with her feelings of lust and arousal. She learned that night that she was fully capable of acting on her sexuality; while she had for years entertained fantasies of being double teamed, controlled, and persuaded to engage in sex acts in public and semi-public places, she had not, until two weeks ago, acted on those fantasies.
While she had pictured the events of that night over and over, and what seemed most to occupy her attention were the words of John: "You're going to beg me to fuck you again, aren't you?" Those words had taken her by surprise that night, for in the back of her mind she was thinking of that night as a one time experience; but, she also remembered her response: "Probably, yes." In addition, John was not someone to which she would normally be attracted. Yet, she found herself quite frequently thinking about John's big cock and the unrelenting pounding he had given her that night. She was sure that that was the best single fuck she'd ever had. She also realized, that it was really just a matter of time before she did indeed ask him to fuck her again.
"Hi John, it's Rebecca."
"Well, hello, I thought you might be calling."
John's voice was sure and steady, with a touch of arrogance, Rebecca thought. Rebecca realized that she was attracted to his assuredness, even if his assuredness arose from his wielding of his big cock.
"I was thinking about what you said at Mike's party the other night and you were right. So what do you think?" asked Rebecca
"Sorry, Rebecca, I'm not sure what you mean," replied John.
While Rebecca did not know John well, she had learned that night that John likes to treat women like sluts. Deep down, she thought, that was one of the things she liked about John; although, she hated to admit that to herself.
"John, I want you to fuck me again."
"Really? Tell me more."
Rebecca felt that she barely had the courage to ask John to fuck her again and now he wanted her to elaborate. Her nervous arousal was wavering, but she felt she was already in the deep end.
"I want you to fuck me with your big cock. I want you to pound me the way you did that night. I can't stop thinking about your big cock in my pussy."
"Is that it? Is that all you want?"
Rebecca couldn't believe she was telling John this. She could not imagine that before Mike's party she ever would have called a man up on the phone and begged him to fuck her. But here she was, she thought, doing just that.
"No, I want you to slap my face with your big cock, I liked that, and I want you to make me gag on your cock. I want you to use me," said Rebecca somewhat reluctantly. "There, I said it. I want you to fuck me. I want you to use me, sexually."
"So," said John, his arrogance in full view. "I guess I was right, you were going to beg me to fuck you again."
Rebecca sat in silence on her end of the phone. On one level, she knew she shouldn't be calling him; but, she just couldn't get the experience of being fucked by John out of her mind or out of her body. Every time she thought about it, she became extremely aroused, often masturbating to a powerful orgasm. She just had to have John's cock again.
"I guess you were," replied Rebecca curtly. "So what do you say? Are you up for another round?"
"Rebecca, I have wanted to fuck you for a long time – your tall body, large tits, fantastic ass, and broad smile. And, fucking you the other night at Mike's was just the beginning. I can't tell you how happy it makes me to know that deep down you are a slut for my cock. I think you are going to get to know my cock very well." John said with command in his voice. "Be over here tomorrow night at seven o'clock. Wear jeans and a white T-shirt, but don't wear a bra."
With that, John hung up the phone. Rebecca was nervous, she really wanted to fuck John's big cock; but, John seemed to be able to reach down inside of her and know her in ways she was just beginning to understand. John seemed to know her vulnerabilities, and her passions, and her lusts.
While Rebecca spent the next 24 hours in a mixed state of anxiety and arousal, Wednesday night was now here and she found herself standing in front of a mirror in jeans and a white T-shirt, no bra – as requested. She was thinking that she looked pretty good for 40 years old and that her 38D breasts were quite revealed under her T-shirt. Was she ready for this? What did John have in store for her?
Rebecca parked in John's driveway and walked to his front door. She knocked and in a moment John answered the door. She could seem him look her up and down,; he then moved aside and motioned for Rebecca to enter. They walked into the living room.
"Go ahead and take off your shirt and put it on that chair," John was motioning toward a chair.
Rebecca, self-consciously, took off her shirt and placed it on the chair. Her 36-D tits were now on display. Her pussy immediately began to moisten from the nervous sexual tension. John beckoned her to follow him into the kitchen. She had never been in John's home before and it was quite spacious with a lot of windows and plants. As she stood in the middle of his kitchen, with all of the kitchen lights on, she suddenly realized that she was quite visible, bare-chested, to anyone who may be passing by his house.
Rebecca and John continued to talk for several minutes as if they were simply fast friends. Rebecca thought that it was strange that they were talking about normal events–John's job, Rebecca's kids, the weather, and local politics–given that they both knew that she was there to be fucked by John and that she was standing with her tits out. It was then, as the discussion of politics began to wind down, that the front door opened.
"Hey John, you here?"