Becky - Single And Living With Her Parents

Rebecca, or Becky to her friends, but Rivka to her family, was twenty-three, single, and lived at home with her parents. She was a plain-looking girl, skinny, and with buck-teeth. She wore a big set of black horn-rim glasses, and her hair was often braided in pigtails. Her mother was constantly asking her why she did not meet a nice Jewish boy and settle down.

Added to her looks, she was shy and introverted as well. It had reached the point to where her mother’s friends frequently invited Becky over for dinner to meet “My sister’s son, the Doctor” or “My nephew, the Lawyer”. Nothing ever came of those encounters, of course. She was thankful her parents were not Orthodox, otherwise she might would have to contend with a match-maker.

Sometimes the strictness and over-protectiveness (in by ten; always letting them know her whereabouts) got too much for her. On days when she felt suffocated by her parents, she would seek refuge at her married, older sister’s home in New Jersey.

Today was such a day.

And, as always, she was going to stop at Gagootz’s first and be wild and crazy and wanton and all the other things she could not be in Queens.

*****

When she entered the store, after parking in the rear, she kept her eyes downcast and headed straight for one of the un-occupied private viewing booths. Once inside, she started a movie and, like Eve in the garden, she waited for a snake to appear.

She did not have to wait long.

For soon, a hard cock came through the opening on her right. It was thick and meaty, sticking up in the air at an angle with smooth, shaven balls. So was the rest of the unknown man’s pubic region. She studied it for several seconds; her smile growing wider and her heart racing, before she reached up and tentatively wrapped her thin fingers around the rigid shaft. It felt warm to the touch; almost hot. As she slowly moved her hand back and forth, squeezing into the stiff member, she marveled at the beauty of it. So perfectly formed. So strong and virile. And it was hers. All hers. To do with as she pleased.

Her languid masturbation of that penis soon yielded a small, clear droplet of preseminal fluid. That colorless, viscous liquid oozing from the tip excited her, knowing just how aroused and in need the man on the other side of the wall was.

Slowly Becky leaned forward while opening her mouth. At first, she wrapped her lips just around the head and pulled back, suckling the pre- from the wide glans, her hand wrapped securely around the base.

Another drop seeped out from the slit in the end of that dick, and she cleaned that one off in the same manner as well.

Then she started to bob her head. And bobbed it. And bobbed it. Working her upper body to and fro, milking that cock with her lips closed tightly around it. All the while, she was constantly sucking, as if trying to draw the sperm directly from his balls and using his dick as a drinking straw.

Whenever her mouth filled with saliva, she would swallow, striving to be neat and tidy, just as she was taught. Throughout this knobber, her hands remained motionless on the thighs.

***KNOCK*** ***KNOCK*** ***KNOCK***

Becky’s eyes briefly rolled upwards in the noise's direction as her right hand snapped up to grip the shaft of the cock. The rapping on the wall was standard etiquette announcing the receiver of the blowjob was going to come.

The seated young woman sucked as hard as she could as her fist flew up and down, her hand becoming a blur.

She grunted when the first powerful jet struck the back of her palate, followed quickly by another shot and another. That erupting cock filled her mouth with steaming spunk and still it kept exploding.

When the man’s orgasm finally subsided and he took a step away from the wall, withdrawing his softening dick from Becky’s mouth, she was holding a heavy load of zeyre.

It was so much, she had to swallow twice.