Tales of the Perverse/Becca Trist/Chapter 1
Chapter 1: Masturbation Addiction
When Becca was ten years old, and she was in the middle of taking a shower, she accidentally grazed her hand across her vagina. A yelp left her throat and she looked down at her privates. For some reason, when she touched herself, it startled her. She attributed it to the sex ed class the school had been making her take.
The guys and girls were separated into two different rooms. In the girls room, a strange female teacher sat in the desk where the normal teacher would normally sit. They didn't teach much except the vagina was the reproductive organ of the body and that a boys penis would enter it to impregnate a girl. That was all she knew, so she wondered why it felt so good when she just barely touched it.
To see if the good feeling would happen again, Becca traced her hand down her stomach, and touched the edge of her vagina. She moaned from the touch, and the fear that came from tackling the unknown slowly began to fade away. Tracing a hand along her slit, moans left her mouth, held back by her covering her mouth with her free hand. She had no idea what it was she was doing, but something in her gut told her it was something she didn't want to be caught doing.
Becca stayed in the shower for ten minutes longer than normal. Her climax was nearing its peak, but before she could get off, a knock banged against the bathroom door. Her mother called from the other side, wanting to know what was taking her so long. Thinking on the fly, she said that her hair was dirtier than normal and was washing it really well. Her mother bought the excuse and left with a single 'Love you.'
She sighed and turned off the water. Grabbing a towel from the shower rack, she ran it all along her body. When she began scrubbing between her legs, the good feeling returned. It was much lighter than before, but every time she touched herself in her crotch area, an electric shock ran through her entire body.
No matter how much she scrubbed, her crotch just wouldn't remain dry. She would dry herself off, then in a matter of seconds, she could feel liquid run down her legs. Wanting to leave the bathroom so her mother didn't get suspicious again, while also not wanting to stain her underwear, she put on her pink pony shirt and black jeans while leaving her underwear behind.
Becca ran to her room as quickly as possible while moving slowly enough that she didn't make much noise. She jumped onto her bed, pulled her skirt down, and began playing with her crotch. That day was the start of her masturbation addiction.
It had been three years since that day. Becca sat in her classroom of twenty other kids learning the same boring subjects as her. Currently, she was learning all about the mitochondria and its important role of being the powerhouse of the cell. Otherwise, nothing interesting stuck out to her all too well.
What she was really interested in was the boy sitting behind her. His name, Ken Lenders. They were neighbors, so they would often go back and forth from each others houses to play. In time, they began developing feelings for each other. Naturally, it led to her confessing to him since Ken was too much of a wuss to make the first move.
Shy by nature, Ken would rarely take the first step to do anything. Either others would be the one to get him to engage in something, or he'd just remain content with doing nothing. Not because he didn't want to, but because he was too afraid to bother others with his own personal wants and needs. However, when he began doing a project, or playing a sport, he was normally the best person to rely on.
He knew Becca liked him, but because he wasn't one hundred percent sure, he was too afraid to make the first move in case it turned out he was wrong. That left her to confess to him since she didn't let such worries bother her.
Becca, in comparison to Ken, was the more outgoing of the two. There is a long winded explanation for that, but all the proof was in the reason Ken's face would burn scarlet every day they reached science class. In science class, they sat in a particular way so Becca was seated in front of Ken. She wore a black skirt that was long enough to hide her panties when sitting normally, but short enough that her thighs would poke out from the hem of the skirt.
In this instance, two things were changed from how the average person in her situation would be. First, she was leaning forward, making her skirt ride up just enough that she left herself exposed to wandering eyes. Second, Becca was very well known in her class to be the girl that went commando.
In this moment, her skirt rode up so Ken got a full eye full of her bare ass. She didn't even look like she noticed, and to Ken, he believed she didn't have an idea she was accidentally exposing herself. However, Becca wasn't as innocent as she would like others to believe.
When people figured out that she would go commando with a skirt on, they correctly began to wonder what the reason for that was. Her answer? Because all panties that she tried on were either too big or too small for her. She was neither hefty nor scrawny, and her hips was more compact then most. When she was wearing clothes, she looked more like a straight line than most other girls her age. When naked, it was obvious she had a definite shape to her proportions, but they weren't as exaggerated as most. Because of this, that left most pairs of panties in this awkward ground where they just didn't fit right. One day, she just decided to stop wearing them at all. As for the skirts, it was just personal preference.
At least, this was the excuse most people believed. In reality, Becca Trist was a bonafide, one hundred percent genuine, pervert.
She leaned forward because she knew that Ken was seated behind her. His embarrassed gaze as he looked at her naked cheeks sent a thrill to her heart that was unmatched by every other feeling in her body. She wore skirts not just because she thought they looked cute on her, though that still played a part in it, but because if she wore pants the love juice spilling from her pussy would be more noticeable. She wanted to flaunt herself off in perfect view of everyone without being seen as a pervert. Though she would adore having her stained jeans looked at as people judged her, it would tank her school career. It was already hard enough convincing her classmates to hide her secret from the teachers.
Becca wanted to just slam her hands on the desk, stand up, then with her ass pointed directly at his face, she would spread her asshole while begging him to plow her. However, Ken wasn't as into sexual stuff as she was, so all that would serve would be to make her look like a creep.
She would constantly drop hints about him fucking her, but either he didn't pick up on them, or he just didn't want to. It lead to her believing that he just didn't think about perverted ways the way she did. If she could, she would take all of her clothes off, grab Ken, then fuck in the middle of the streets while everyone watched. She was what people call, and ultra pervert. At the age of thirteen, she was already addicted to all sexual activities, no matter the content. Especially her favorite past time.
Masturbation.
School let out and Becca's mother brought her back home. As soon as she entered her home, she walked to her room and began her hobby. She dropped her school bag by the way side and instantly let her skirt drop to her ankles. She moved toward her desk, lined her slit to the corner, and rapidly moved her hips back and forth.
She didn't let her moans stop her, anymore. Her mother once caught her doing the deed, and after a long talk, she found out the perversion was somewhat genetic. To keep a long story short, she gave Becca permission to moan as loud as she wanted to flicking the bean and that she was allowed to invite anyone over so they could go to town on her. As long as they wore protection of course, and weren't twice her age.
Becca wanted Ken to absolutely go to town on her. She'd permit him to do absolutely anything to her. He wanted to do anal? She'd spread her ass and tell him to go to town. He wanted to piss in her mouth. She'd rename herself to Ken's Toilet and open her mouth for him. Anything and everything he wanted, she would do for him.
However, she knew that wouldn't happen. Unlike her, he was a completely normal person. He might think of sex, but he doesn't let it affect him the same way it does her. Its not a pseudo addiction like the one that she prides herself on.
At the peak of her eventual climax, she gets ready to rip a scream. Suddenly, the door opened, and in the doorway, Ken stood with a hand hanging out as if he were about to knock on the door.
They looked at each other for a few moments. Ken's face grew beat red while Becca's mind whirred with ideas that could potentially open up this gateway for opportunities for her to cast away her virginity.
"Hey Ken," Becca said.
Ken swallowed a lump of saliva that pooled in his mouth. "Yes?"
"Come in."
Ken's face turned to one of absolute shock when she said those words. Still, he closed the door and slowly walked in while closing the door behind him. He stood directly in front of her, and her pussy dripped so much love juice a pool began forming at her ankles.
"Watch me masturbate. Please?"
Becca didn't wait for his confirmation. She began moving her hips back and forth, jabbing the corner of the table against her vagina. Not only was she being watched masturbating, but also the person watching her was her boyfriend. To say that this was the best jilling session of her life was an understatement. Her legs shook with excitement and nervousness.
With one last thrust of her hips, her love juice splattered onto her table and spilled onto the floor. Becca breathed in and out with deep heavy gasps. She looked up at Ken's face who was looking directly at her vagina.
"You like it," Becca asked.
Ken's eyes looked as if he was lost in her vagina. When she spoke to him, he returned to reality and tried to look in her eyes, however, he would always glance back at her pussy. Girls would normally be mad at this, but to Becca, she took his gaze as confirmation that he indeed had perverted thoughts. Maybe not to the extent she did, but he still had them.
"I don't know what to say," Ken said. "I'm sorry I walked in on you."
Ken attempted to make a break for it, but Becca grabbed him by the wrist. He turned to look back at her. Hearts shined in her eyes as she also couldn't keep her eyes off of Ken's junk, which was pitching a tent inside his pants.
"Hold on. Let me suck you off."
Becca dropped to her knees and attempted to remove Ken's pants. Before she could drop his jeans to his ankles, he pulled his hips back. Becca looked up at him, confused, and saw his entire face was red and embarrassed. If she wasn't worried about him, she would have called it cute.
"What's wrong," She asked.
"What do you mean what's wrong. You just had me watch you masturbate than tried to blow me."
"Isn't that basically every guy's dream?"
Ken nodded his head. "I'm not going to lie. It was hot watching you masturbate using the table corner. But, if I get too turned on, I'm afraid you'll come to hate me."
That information took Becca by surprised. It was the exact same way she felt. She didn't want to get too turned on in the fear he'd be creeped out by her.
"Why would I hate you for being a pervert. I'm a pervert too, so what's the problem." An idea came to Becca's mind. A wry smile appeared on her face. "What kind of stuff would you do to me?"
Shame and cowardice shined in Ken's eyes. He looked downcast as he began to list off his many fantasies about her.
"I'd strip you down and begin chewing on your nipple. Once I'm done with that, I'd stuff my cock all the way down your throat until I cum. After that I'd plow you pussy until you can't walk. If you pass out, I'd continue to fuck you. If your womb gets too full, I'd move on to your ass. These fantasies won't leave me alone, and I'm too afraid that you'd hate me forever after..."
Ken couldn't even finish his sentence. His pants hit the floor and a wet sensation wrapped around his cock. He looked down at his crotch, and was stunned by what he saw. Becca stuffed his cock all the way down her throat to his base. Her pupils didn't even look natural anymore. Her pupils looked like the stunning image of hearts.
"What the hell? I haven't even washed myself today. It's dirty! There's smegma." He tried to push her away, but she latched on tight. In fact, she looked even more enthusiastic.
Becca bobbed her head back and forth on his cock. She lapped up all the smegma under his foreskin and let it marinate on her tongue.
The texture could be better, but it's so delicious, Becca thought.
Fluid began leaking from the tip of Ken's dick. Becca ran her tongue over it while she slurped and sucked his cock. It rammed down her throat and obstructed her airway, but it made her feel even better. She could feel her love juice run down her thing. The urge to pee built up inside her and she was about to beg for him to let her. She hadn't pissed in a toilet in so long that she felt the urge to pee everywhere she went.
"Sorry."
Becca stopped for a second to see why Ken had apologized. That was until she felt his hands on the back of her head. With a grunt, he pushed her head toward his hips, and his cock forced its way all the way down her throat. She didn't struggle from his grasp and let him use her throat as a pocket pussy. All it did was turn her on even more.
It made her gag, and she could hardly breathe, but it was the best experience she's had ever in her life. Being used as an object only turned her on to astronomical heights. A true born masochist.
"Cumming."
Ken rammed his cock into her one last time and thrust his own hips forward. Cum splashed down Becca's throat. A cry worked its way up her throat. Not from survive, but because none of it hit her tongue so she could barely taste it. Her first time to taste semen finally came, and she could barely savor it.
"Can you get your mouth off me," Ken asked. "I got to use the bathroom."
Seeing the opportunity for a new experience, Becca began sucking him off again, looking up at him with begging eyes. His confused stare showed that he didn't understand what she wanted him to do. She hesitatingly took her mouth off his cock, but kept her hand on it.
"I want you to piss in my mouth," Becca said. Ken was stunned with the words that came out of her mouth.
"Why do you want to drink my piss?"
"I could barely taste your semen, so I deserve something."
Leaving her explanation with that, she popped his dick back in her mouth and waited. Ken sighed and reluctantly let her have her way. He relaxed his crotch and let the stream flow through his urethra. The yellow nectar went from the tip of his dick and down her throat.
Ken's piss touched her tongue, and the moment it did she could only think of one thing. Ken's piss was the most amazing thing she's tasted. It was bitter and salty, but there was a hint of sweetness in the mix that left a satisfying contrast in her mouth. She couldn't believe that pee was so delicious. She's tasted her own just out of curiosity, but it was a whole other experience drinking it from the source of another person.
Maybe it was because she loved him that his piss tasted so good. Either way, she knew what to do.
When Ken's stream began to die down, she let her own crotch relax. Piss coated the floor, pooling around her knees. The warmth of the liquid didn't deter her into letting the stream flow. Instead, she pushed harder, and exposed her pussy to Ken. She spread her pussy lips so he could get a good view from where the liquid came out off, which only turned her on more.
Becca let Ken's dick fall from her mouth and used the weak stream to shower herself in the warm liquid. Ken looked at her with a mix of awe and confusion. She smiled and licked up the remaining piss on her lips.
"You don't need to use a traditional toilet anymore," Becca said. "I'm going to be your toilet from now on?"
"What about if I need to take a number two?"
Becca thought about it for a bit. Though she would love to drink his pee forever, she probably wouldn't appreciate eating shit. It turned out there were some lines even degenerates wouldn't dare cross.
"Use a normal toilet for that. If you need to pee though, all my holes will welcome you." Becca lay on her back, not bothering to avoid the pee stained floor she had found herself lying on. She spread her vagina, and Ken couldn't look away from the view. "I'm your toilet, and you can use me as you want. Rape me. Piss on or inside me. Impregnate me. If its a girl, you can have sex with our kid as well. You'd just have to wait till she's five to stick your dick in her. We're both perverts, so she'd probably like it too. Do whatever you want to me."
Unable to keep his desires in check any longer, Ken pounced on her instantly. With no hesitation, he slammed his penis inside her pussy and thrust inside her over and over again. Becca screamed in ecstasy as her boyfriend ravaged her insides. She already felt like she was going to cum from him sticking his dick in.
"Tell me all the things you want me to do to you," Ken asked. Becca could tell he was near climax as well. Wanting to relieve them both, she began shouting all the things she fantasized about.
"I want you to treat me like an object. You can penetrate me at school, in the streets, in stores and restaurants, and everywhere. Anytime you want, you can use my holes for your personal pleasure. I'm nothing but a cumdump, meant to be a storage for your semen and piss. If you want to fuck me in front of people, I'll let you. Destroy all of my holes. Don't let any part of me go unstained. Walk me around the park like a dog. Piss on me in front of people. Prove to them I'm nothing but your toilet."
With that last sentence, Ken and Becca went over the edge. Semen and love juice splashed everywhere. No part of her womb went unmarked from Ken's semen, and no part of Ken's body went unstained from Becca's love juice. As soon as they finished cumming, Ken put pressure on his dick. Becca didn't understand what for until she felt a unique warmness enter her body.
"Are you peeing in me," Becca asked.
Ken nodded. "Is that alright?"
"More than alright. It feels amazing."
She wasn't lying. It felt different from his semen going in her, but it didn't feel any less wonderful. The way it pushed against her womb like it was trying to force its way out the other side was a whole other experience.
They stared into each other's eyes. In the middle of a puddle mixture of piss, love juice, and semen, they let love wash over them and their damp bodies. They didn't even notice Becca's bedroom door had opened until the person that opened it spoke.
"Oh my."
Becca and Ken shouted and turned toward the voice. Becca's mother stood in the doorway with a hand covering her smile.
"This is a rather nice turn of events. I was expecting you to tie the knot at some point, but to see you two have so many kinks in common is rather interesting."
"Hey Mom." Becca waved to her mother while Ken couldn't say a single word.
"I'll let you two have some fun. I was just coming to say that I was starting supper and was wanting to know what you wanted to eat."
"You can eat whatever you want, Mom. I'm going to be eating his semen for a while."
Becca's mom laughed at the remark. "Semen isn't very filling. I'll just let supper be a surprise. You two can keep on going if you want."
She shut the door, leaving a grinning Becca and stunned Ken on the ground.
"What was that," Ken asked.
Becca shut him up by closing his lips with hers. They wet their lips, entranced by their saliva and deep passion. With a pop, they let their lips leave each other regrettably.
"Doesn't matter. Sex now."
They fucked all night and even through supper. Becca's mom would laugh every time when one of them moaned while eating.