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I couldn’t believe I was about to turn 19 and was still a virgin. Not that I was completely inexperienced. On college campus I was not so quietly known as the ‘Queen Of Head’. It was a special talent I had, my ability to take any cock all the way down my throat without gagging. It made me wildly popular with all the boys. But, no matter what I said or did, no boys would fuck me. Even when I said I’d finally had sex, they somehow knew I was lying. None of them wanted to sleep with a virgin, especially because they believed that it was my virginity that made me so good at giving head.
But here I was, about to start summer holidays at the end of my first year of college, five weeks out from my birthday. And I still couldn’t find a boy to fuck me. I was regularly on my knees, because as well as being great at blowjobs, I also really loved giving them. They always left me wet and desperately wanting to be fucked. After whatever boy I was sucking blew his load and I’d swallowed up all his cum, they would leave and I had to finger myself to get release. Despite what they all seemed to think I was sure getting fucked would actually make me even better at blowjobs.
My friend Bree had invited me to her home where she lived with her parents to spend the first two weeks of the summer break. We’d only met at the start of our college year, but had become fast friends. They lived by the beach and I thought it would be fun to do something different before I headed back to my own family in the city. Their house was large, but not overbearing. Comfortable would be the best word. It was obvious that they had money, but neither Bree nor her parents were throwing it in anybody’s face. Mr and Mrs Jackson welcomed me warmly and made me feel right at home. Bree, her mom and I got along really well. We spent most of the days out by the pool or walking the beach. We did some shopping and ate brunch at a few local cafes.
Nights were spent eating dinner with her mom and dad, sharing stories and lots of laughs. After dinner the four of us would often watch a movie or two, on a couple of nights we played board games. Sometimes her parents would go out and we’d have the house to ourselves. On these nights, Bree told me about some of the wild sexual encounters she’d had. It made me a bit jealous but she said my virginity was an ace card. There would be some guy out there who would want nothing more than to fuck a virgin and it would be the best night of my life. All I could do was hope she was right.
I was having such a great time with Bree and her parents that we decided I should stay another week. My family didn’t seem to mind, and the beach air and sun were doing me a world of good. However, this was the longest period of time that I had gone without being on my knees and I was starting to feel pretty horny for some cock down my throat. I tried to get Bree to go out after dinner the next night. My sole aim was to find some random guy and convince him to fuck me. Or at least let me take him to the bathroom and suck him off. There was a bar I’d noticed on one of our shopping trips that was two streets back from the main road. I was certain we could get in if we dressed right. But she didn’t want to go and as desperately horny as I was, I wasn’t about to go out in a new town all on my own. So we stayed in and watched a movie with her parents instead.
I can’t remember what the movie was, but I do remember there was a really intense sex scene in it that got me worked up. During all the moaning and clever camera angles as the man lay atop the woman and plowed into her, I found myself glancing over at Bree’s dad, imagining myself kneeling in front of him. To my surprise he looked back at me and I saw a tightness across his lap as he grew hard inside his pants. I licked my lips and saw him lurch, my own pussy growing wet in response. I looked at his face and he winked before turning back to the TV. I quickly shot a glance at Bree and her mom, but neither of them had noticed what just happened. I didn’t dare look at him again for the rest of the movie, and as soon as the credits started, I said goodnight before dashing upstairs to my room.
I masturbated as soon as I closed the door behind me, with my back against the door and images of Mr Jackson in my mind as I slipped my hand down my shorts and rubbed my clit until I came. One orgasm wasn’t enough and I moved the bed, stripping as I went. I lay down, spread my legs and fingered myself until I released again. Still not satisfied, I closed my eyes and thought of all the things Mr Jackson might do to me and I kept masturbating until I’d come twice more. Finally sated, though still craving being fucked, or at least having a cock down my throat, I rolled over and fell asleep.
I didn’t see Bree’s dad for a couple of days after that, her mom said he had to go to some conference but would be home before I left. Bree and I were out by the pool on my second last day when Mr Jackson returned home. He came out to say hello to us, and I could feel etimesgut escort his eyes looking me over. My body was on full display in a pale yellow string bikini, my toned and tanned body glistening from the oil Bree had lathered on me. My pert breasts moved up and down slightly with my breath. He couldn’t see my eyes behind my sunglasses but I was watching him carefully and could see he liked what he saw. Maybe Bree was right, there was a guy out there that wanted nothing more than to fuck a virgin. Did it matter that it was her dad?
That night I dressed in an outfit especially for Mr Jackson, though I hoped Bree and her mom wouldn’t know it. White lace panties and a matching white lace bra. A white sundress that Bree had helped me chose, she insisted it showed off my new tan and looked great on me. It was tight across my breasts and stomach, showing off my figure and the bottom was loose and flowy, grazing my slim legs around mid-thigh. I put on a little perfume, a light floral that smelled like summer. I also applied a little bit of pink-tinted lip gloss to draw attention to my mouth.
Dinner started as always, the four of us around the table laughing easily and sharing conversation. I’d looked at Mr Jackson only once when I’d come to the table, ensuring I bent over a little further than necessary as I took my seat so he would see my cleavage straining in the confines of the dress. After that I refused to look at him, but I could feel his eyes on me throughout our meal. When dinner was almost done, Bree said she didn’t feel well. She did look a little off-colour. She drank some water then stood suddenly and rushed to the bathroom. Her mom followed her and silence fell heavy between her dad and I as we held each other’s gaze. Just as I was about to speak, Mrs Jackson came back to the table to tell us that she wanted to take Bree to the hospital. She was worried about how quickly Bree had become unwell and thought it best to have her checked out straight away.
Both Mr Jackson and I stood and made motions to accompany them. However, Bree’s mom said that it could be hours of waiting and that the two of us should clean up from dinner and then entertain ourselves until her and Bree returned. As Mr Jackson started clearing our plates, I followed Bree as her mom helped her to the car. She tried to mumble an apology. She really did look awful. I asked again if they were sure I shouldn’t come with them and this time Bree insisted it would be silly for me to waste my night in a hospital waiting room. I watched as they drove away and then returned inside.
Mr Jackson had finished clearing the table of all our dishes, and I could hear the clanking of crockery and cutlery being washed. I followed the sound and saw Mr Jackson at the sink, his back to me. I was bombarded by my imagination now that the two of us were alone, but quickly shook my head to clear the thoughts. I was being unrealistic and setting myself up for disappointment.
I went to the oven door, removed the tea towel hanging there and then moved to stand beside Mr Jackson at the sink. I began drying dishes and we were quiet for a while. I wasn’t sure if the heat I was feeling between us was real or just in my head. He broke the silence by telling me a lame dad joke, but it was all we needed to snap the tension between us. We started talking about college, with him asking me about some of my classes. When he asked me about my social life I just shrugged and told him I didn’t really get out that much. He seemed surprised and insisted that a pretty girl like me would surely be out partying up a storm whenever I could.
“Do you really think I’m pretty?” I asked, before I could stop myself.
He paused for a moment before responding. “Of course. Don’t you think you’re pretty?” he countered.
“I mean, yeah I guess I think I’m attractive. But I didn’t think guys really saw me that way.”
“Why would you think that?” Mr Jackson asked me, a slight tone of surprise in his voice.
How was I supposed to answer that with the truth, I wondered. Tell him that I knew the boys thought I was hot and they actively sought me out to give them head. But if I really was attractive to them, why hadn’t anyone fucked me? Was I only ever going to be on my knees, doomed to be a virgin the rest of my life? The sound of my name snapped me back and I realised that I’d been silent for several minutes.
“Have I said something to upset you?”
“Oh, no,” I replied. “Not at all. It’s just…” I trailed off, uncertain of where this would go.
“Just what?” he prompted. He turned to face me and stood close. “You can be honest with me.”
“It’s just. Well.” I paused and took a breath and decided to just go for it. “If I was really that attractive I don’t think I’d still be a virgin.”
I looked up as I finished my statement so I could gauge his reaction. I saw him swallow hard and noticed that he was standing very still. I didn’t want to be too obvious and look at his crotch, etlik escort but even from the corner of my eye I was certain I saw movement there. I licked my lips, because my mouth felt dry from nerves and tension, not necessarily to be seductive. But it caused Mr Jackson to react by stepping a little closer. He still wasn’t touching me, but our bodies now only inches apart.
“A virgin.” It wasn’t a question, but I responded anyway.
“Yes.”
“You’ve never been intimate with a guy?”
“Well, I’ve never had sex,” I stated. Suddenly my nerves got the better of me and I started speaking rapidly, before I could stop myself. “I give head. A lot of it. I’m really great at it and I love sucking cock. But no-one will actually fuck me. Sometimes they’ll finger me for a little while first, but mostly they just want me on my knees. And giving head makes me so horny I always have to masturbate when they leave. Even talking about blowjobs makes me wet.”
I paused for a breath and it dawned on me what I’ve just said. I looked at Mr Jackson, my eyes wide with mild horror at my sudden confession. He closed the gap between us and slid his hand up my dress. He rested his palm on my pubic mound and pushed his middle finger into my slit, rubbing softly over the damp lace. A small moan escaped my lips before I could stop it.
He smiled down at me and then spoke. “If you’re this wet just talking about giving head, I can’t wait to feel you after you’re done.”
My eyes widened further as I processed his words. He removed his hand from underneath my dress and placed a hand on each of my shoulders. Slowly, Mr Jackson applied more pressure through his palms and I realised he wanted me on my knees. I fought the idea for a moment, thinking of Bree and Mrs Jackson. They could be home any minute. But then again, it could be hours and was there really an harm in sucking his cock if he wanted it? No-one would ever have to know.
So while I maintained eye contact with him, I slowly got to my knees. I moved my gaze to his crotch and could see the bulge beneath the fabric of his pants. I undid his button, then slid the zipper down. To my surprise, Mr Jackson wasn’t wearing underwear and as I slipped his shorts down he sprung free and I couldn’t hold back the gasp that escaped me. His cock was huge. I’d sucked a lot of cocks and I’d never seen one this big. It wasn’t just long, it was thick as well.
Mr Jackson placed his hand under my chin so that I looked up at him again. He was smiling at my shock.
“Like what you see?” He asked me.
“Yes,” I state. “It’s just so big, I’ve never had one this huge before.”
“Just do your best.”
Without needing any further encouragement I slowly brought my lips to the tip of his pulsing cock. I spread my lips over him and began taking him into my mouth, my tongue flicking across him as I moved. I heard Mr Jackson groan and he put a hand on the back of my head. He didn’t move it, just rested it there. I took him further into my mouth, then withdrew. I moved back and forward on him for a little while then finally took more of him in, so that he touched the back of my throat. This made him groan louder and he pushed himself into me a little more.
I could tell he wanted more, but I only had about three quarters of him in. I wasn’t sure that I could take all of him. I continued taking as much of him as I could, sucking him in and out and using my tongue to tease him.
Mr Jackson began thrusting a little more and suddenly the grip on the back of my head became firm. I flattened my tongue and opened my mouth wider to try and take a little more of him. His fingers gripped my hair and he pushed himself in deeper and suddenly, for the first time ever, I gagged. It was a new sensation for me, but I didn’t hate it. Mr Jackson withdrew a little and then pumped forward again. This time he didn’t release the grip on my head and began pushing himself down my throat. He began pumping rapidly as I knelt there, forcing more and more of himself down my throat.
My pussy began to throb and my panties soaked through as Mr Jackson fucked my face. I gagged repeatedly as he shoved his long, thick cock into my throat, but I took it all. Tears ran down my cheeks and I moaned and groaned as he relentlessly forced himself still further in. With one rough thrust, Mr Jackson shoved all of his cock down my throat, my nose pressed into his stomach, his balls resting on my chin. I gagged and choked as he held me there. I expected him to explode, releasing his cum down my throat. But after what felt like minutes, but was likely only seconds, he released and fully withdrew himself from my mouth.
Long thick strands of saliva hung between my mouth and his cock and tears stained my cheeks. My hair was slightly damp from sweat and I was panting a little. He stood before me, breathing heavily and then looked down at me and grinned.
“Damn, you are good at that!” He exclaimed.
I smiled as I began to wipe the tears and spit eve gelen escort away. “Thank you Mr Jackson,” I said.
His cock lurched and he said, “I like hearing you say Mr Jackson’. He reached down and took my hands in his, helping me to my feet. My knees hurt a little from the cold tiles and I was still clearing my throat a little. As I stood before him, he slipped his hand back under my dress and once again pressed his hand into me. “Gee, you weren’t kidding when you said giving head makes you horny. You’re soaked through!”
I blushed a little at his statement. He began to rub me through the lace of my underwear. A small moan escaped me again and I pushed myself into his hand. Suddenly, Mr Jackson took his hand away and looked at me intensely. He pulled up his shorts, though he was too hard to do them up.
“Do you like being a virgin?”
His question surprised me. But I answered “No” without much hesitation.
“Well,” he said, “If you want to change that, come to the lounge room.” And with that he turned and left the kitchen.
I stood there for a short time, my hesitation catching me off guard. I mean, I wanted to be fucked. And finally, here was a man willing to give me what I desperately desired. Was it wrong that it was my friend’s dad? Was it some weird fantasy of his to deflower an about-to-be 19 year old college girl? Did that actually matter if it meant I finally wasn’t going to be a virgin any more? I decided I didn’t care about any of it. I was horny and I wanted Mr Jackson’s huge cock inside my tight pussy.
So I went into the lounge room. Mr Jackson was sitting naked on the couch. I wondered how long he would have waited like that. I made my way over and sat next to him. I was suddenly overcome with nerves and trembled slightly. I realised I really didn’t know what I was doing, or what would happen next. Mr Jackson leaned over and began kissing me. He had soft lips and as we kissed he flicked his tongue around my mouth. I moaned and leaned in further and our kiss deepened. He began fondling my breasts and my hand moved to his cock and slowly began rubbing him with long soft strokes.
Pulling away, Mr Jackson brushed my hair behind my ears and smiled at me.
“I’d like you to strip for me,” he said.
Still shaking a little, I stood up and moved to stand in front of him. I began by unzipping my dress and then slipped the straps over my shoulders and down my arms. I let the soft white fabric fall over my breasts and stomach, and wiggled a little to push the dress down over my hips. It fell to the floor and I pushed it aside with my foot. I then unhooked my bra and slowly let it fall from my body, exposing my pert breasts. I looped my thumbs over the lace of my panties and slowly slipped them down, bending forward as I did. I kicked them aside and stood straight, revealing my completely bald pussy to him. I was naked, my firm tanned body on display, and I could tell by the throbbing of his cock that Mr Jackson liked what he saw.
He looked me over, and licked his lips hungrily. I began moving towards him, but he put up a hand to stop me.
“I want to watch you make yourself come,” he said. “Lie down and show me what you do to yourself after the boys you just sucked off leave you.”
I couldn’t hide my surprise at his request, but I moved to lie on the floor before him, my legs spread wide open so he could see my glistening pussy. I slowly began playing with my breasts and moaned. I glanced over at Mr Jackson, who was watching me greedily. I kept my left hand fondling my breasts and moved my right hand between my legs. I slid a finger into my wet slit and slowly began to rub my clit. I groaned and slipped in a second finger and rubbed harder. I then spread the lips of my pussy wide with my index and ring fingers, letting my middle finger work my swollen clit.
I began to moan and groan louder and got caught up in how good it felt. As I pushed two fingers inside my throbbing pussy, I pinched my nipple hard, rolling it and pulling sharply. I shoved a third finger inside myself and began moving them vigorously in and out of my sopping cunt. My thumb worked my clit while I fingered myself and I screamed as I came. I was panting hard but I couldn’t slow down as I continued to push my fingers inside myself. I moved them harder and faster and my back arched with pleasure as I worked myself. Within a minute I came again.
Though I desperately wanting to keep masturbating, I forced myself to stop and slowly removed my fingers from my pussy. I raised myself up onto my elbows, keeping my legs spread wide so that Mr Jackson could see all my wetness. I looked over to see him stroking himself. I smiled at him and licked my lips.
That was all it took for him to slide off the couch and crawl to me. He buried his face deep into my wet pussy, and ran his tongue from my hole to my swollen clit. He sucked it into his mouth and bit down hard. I groaned and fondled my breasts and he licked me and prodded my pussy with his tongue. His hand snaked up the inside of my thigh and slid two fingers into my pussy with ease. He slowly began to move them in and out. I groaned louder as he licked and sucked my clit harder while pumping his fingers in faster and faster. I arched my back and came over his hand.
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