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Edgar was Edgar Johnstone, who I always called Mr. Johnstone and was the motel manager. I thought his name was Ed, Eddie, Edward. Mr. Johnstone was a short, balding, middle-aged, round, mousy looking man. He could not be the owner of that cock that Lena photographed. It wasn't possible.

Lena said that over thirty years ago he was her student. That means he was at least fifty years old. I couldn't imagine having sex with a man that old. Yeah, yeah, I know, I just spent last weekend eating seventy-year-old pussy. As a reminder, my twenty-first birthday was coming up.

"Edgar, you know why Wanda's here. Take good care of her and I'll see you soon."

"Of course, come in Wanda."

I was ready to leave; I'd walk back to campus if I had to. Then Lena's photo album flashed through my mind: that magnificent erect cock could be all mine. All the nights masturbating imagining what losing my virginity would be like would come true.

And I wouldn't lose it to Mr. Murphy across the street, or to Dave jerking off next door or to the newly-wed Mr. Piotroskywicz fucking his bride. Nor would I lose it to any of those nameless men in the athletic building shower or in the cheap motels where I worked.

I'd lose it to a short, balding, middle-aged, round, mousy looking man. Reluctantly, I followed him inside as Lena left.

If last weekend in bed with Lena was the greatest thing that ever happened to me, it quickly moved to second place.

Edgar had to reach up to help me out of my tee shirt. He did it so subtly that I didn't realize that like Lena, he was seducing me. I was wearing that red bra and panty set. He reached up to kiss me, "Lena told me that you had the most amazing tits, do you want to unhook your bra for me, or shall I do it?"

I took it off, but for a moment crossed my arms over my breasts. "Oh Wanda, you're not going to beg me to see them, are you? You can't hide them all weekend."

I let him see them. "My God, Wanda, you have the most beautiful tits ever. Come, sit down, please let me enjoy them." Edgar said ‘please.' My heart was pounding. It had been pounding ever since Lena told me she arranged a ‘date' for me.

We sat on the couch and Edgar's hands massaged my breasts. He was so gentle and for a while stayed away from my nipples. "Edgar, I like it like this." I guided his hands to my nipples. I was starting to relax.

It wasn't too long before he had tweaked them and they were hard and more than an inch long. Then he kissed them all over, again, staying away from my nipples. Remember, I have 36DDs, there's a lot to kiss. Edgar actually wasn't kissing them; he was making love to them.

It must have been a half hour before he got to my nipples. Edgar got on his back, using my lap for a pillow and sucked my nipples. I was holding him as if I was breastfeeding; it was so sexual. Not just sucking; licking them and my now very sensitive areola. First the right one, "here, Edgar, do this one. You make them feel so good." Yes, I was helping him. I guided my left nipple to his mouth.

Sure, when I masturbated, I played with my nipples, but I never thought it could be so sensual. "Edgar, You have me so excited, my pussy is dripping; take me to bed."

An hour ago, I was ready to walk back to my dorm, now I was insisting he take me to bed. My shirt and bra were on the living room floor and as soon as we were in his bedroom, so were my jeans. I was lying on top of his bed wearing only my red panties.

Still fully dressed, Edgar joined me on the bed. He ran his hand across the front of those bikinis. "Lena told me that you have the most delicious . . ."

"She has a big mouth."

"A very talented mouth, wouldn't you agree?"

Oh my God, Lena told him what she'd done to me. What else did he tell her?

"Wanda, I'd like to find out for myself if you're as delicious as Lena claims." He helped me out of my panties. There was no resistance.

When I was naked, I even spread my legs for him. "Oh Wanda, Lena's photographs don't do justice to just how beautiful you are."

She showed him the shots she took of me? And although my face was never visible, Edgar knew it was me. How many other people did she show them to? Perhaps my male professors at school or worse the Lesbian ones. I'm straight you know.

Edgar kissed my pubic hair. "You have the loveliest fragrance." He kissed my stomach, then down my thighs and back up, never touching my pussy. This went on and on; Edgar telling me how beautiful I was; telling me how much he enjoyed my tits and would love to play with them again.

In my head I screamed, "no, no, no. You can have my tits later, right now my pussy needs your attention." My anxiety level was rising by the minute and Edgar didn't seem like he was in a rush to do my pussy.

Lena told me he was an extraordinary pussy eater. I wasn't going to take her word for it. I pushed his head between my legs; my legs that could not have been spread any farther apart unless I was a world class gymnast. "Please Edgar, my pussy needs your tongue."

Like I said, two hours ago I wanted nothing to do with this less than average man; a man older than my father; an unattractive man, and now I was begging him to eat my pussy. Except for my tits, he really hadn't done anything and yet I already knew he was an extraordinary lover.

Ladies, let me let you in on a secret that some of you may know. If you're begging a man to fuck you or eat you or perhaps, you're begging him to let you suck his cock, he's a great lover.

An hour later, Edgar's tongue had me climbing the walls; I had my legs wrapped around his head in a vice and I was fucking him. I was still a virgin; I had no idea how to fuck, but I assure you, I was fucking his face.

My orgasms came in waves. Remember what I said about begging? "Cock, please Edgar, cock, I want your cock. Cock, gimme, gimme, gimme your cock."

"Are you sure you're ready for it?" He mumbled.

"Yes, oh yes, I need it, please cock, gimme your cock."

He was still dressed. Once he got his shirt off, he went back to my pussy and I had another orgasm. Then he got out of his pants. "Hurry Edgar, my pussy is so ready." As soon as they were off, his tongue found my clitoris.

He stood by the side of the bed to take his boxers off. I gasped when I saw it. I'd seen Lena's photo album, but that didn't do justice to that extraordinary; no other words can describe how big and hard it was; the most beautiful manhood.

Edgar was back between my legs and I was in orgasmic heaven again. "Please Edgar, give me your cock, I need your cock." Remember I was a virgin, begging for cock; begging to get fucked.

He gave it to me, but not like you might expect. "Wanda, Lena told me you have an exceptional mouth. You want my cock, it's all yours."

I was expecting to get fucked; expecting to lose my virginity to that majestic cock, but he wanted to take my virgin mouth instead. "No, no, no,' my brain was saying. ‘Fuck me.'

Edgar stood over me, his cock pointing at the ceiling, "you wanted my cock. Here it is."

I'd begged for it and there it was. I didn't know how to suck a cock. I didn't know how to give a blowjob. In the motels I'd watched numerous women give numerous blowjobs. I'd never forget the Mayor's wife, Mrs. Grayson, sucking Chief Williams gigantic black cock.

Edgar's was bigger; definitely bigger.

The other thing was, I may have watched, but watching isn't doing. At the moment, it didn't seem to matter, I got on my knees. Like Edgar said, I wanted his cock. Here it was.

An hour later, his circumcised cockhead and perhaps two inches of his shaft were in my mouth and I was greedily trying to take more. I totally forgot Edgar was a short, balding, middle-aged, round, mousy looking man. What I saw was the most glorious cock attached to a man with an unrivalled tongue.

"That's good, Wanda. Suck my big cock. You want it all. If you take just a little more, my tongue will be begging for your delicious pussy."

I did, and Edgar did. "Wanda, please let me eat your sweet pussy, please, let me eat it."

After what his tongue had done to me earlier, how could I resist? On the other hand, I was reluctant to take his cock out of my mouth. For the moment I forgot about getting fucked; fucked for the first time.

My pussy won out. I was on my back, and Edgar's tongue was going crazy on my pussy. "That's what you get when you beg for my cock," he mumbled. Then his tongue found my clitoris. "Yes, oh yes, Edgar, oh God, eat me, eat my pussy."

After I came, while I was still high, his tongue was gently massaging my clitoris. "Wanda, I just know you want my cock in your mouth again. Beg for my cock, like before." His tongue got busy.

He was right, in the throes of another orgasm, I did want his cock. I did beg for it and I couldn't wait to get on my knees.

That's how Friday night went. Edgar eating my pussy; making me cum. And me begging to suck his cock. Of course, I couldn't take it all; who could? That didn't stop me from sucking it. Edgar didn't say anything about my complete lack of experience. He encouraged me to take more and when I took more, even if it was just a half inch more, he'd beg to eat my pussy.

I was so pleased with myself that I thought nothing of it when I had that splendid cock in my mouth, "Wanda, use your hand. Jerk me off."

It was only when he was getting close that I realized what was going to happen. I'd watched my neighbor, Dave, jerk off into a tissue. I watched countless men cum while banging their wives or girlfriends, and I'd watch numerous women on their knees giving blowjobs and swallowing cum; not always all of it. Any number of times, I saw women wipe their lips or wipe their chin. I saw women clean cum from between their tits.

I was going to be one of them. My mouth was going to lose its virginity before my pussy. Would it taste good? Would I like it? Could I swallow it all? Would I want to do it again?

The correct answers are: Oh yeah!!!! Oh yeah!!!! No, And Oh yeah!!!

"Edgar, except for the way you ate my pussy that was the greatest thing ever."

He slept with his head on my tits. "Like big, soft pillows, Wanda."

I giggled.

In the morning, I said something, just 24 hours ago, I didn't think I'd ever say, "Edgar, if you let me suck your cock again, my pussy is all yours, fuck it, eat it, finger it, Anything you want."

He laughed. "Wanda, you liked it that much?"

"I did. Your cock is so yummy. What's so funny?"

"If you were to get married later this morning, technically, you'd be a virgin. I find that hilarious, don't you?"

"I do, but Edgar, I'm counting on you to make sure my virginity is history later this morning, but first . . ." I went down on him. Actually, Edgar liked it when he stood up, leaning back against the headboard and I got on my knees. I did, too.

There must be something about that position. I'd watched countless men standing on motel beds while women were on their knees. Mrs. Grayson, the Mayor's wife and Chief Williams' big black cock flashed through my mind.

He let me suck and suck. I don't think I took any more of his cock in my mouth, but "Wanda, you did promise me your pussy, didn't you?"

Of course, Edgar knew he had a big cock. He made sure my pussy was well lubricated before he mounted me. I willingly gave him my virginity. "Edgar, I want you to be the first. Fuck me."

He was truly a great, great lover. He was gentle; he was rough; he made sure that I had the best experience possible. "Wanda, I'm not ready for this to end. Tell me you love fucking my cock, but what you really want is for me to eat your sweet pussy."

I came so many times, before Edgar finally came inside me. I thought Lena eating me was the greatest thing ever; then Edgar ate me and I sucked his cock. Now, on my back, that big cock banging away at my pussy was the most amazing thing.

The next morning, we fucked again. I insisted on blowing him and he insisted on eating me. It was a great day. We'd see each other again and again.

But there was more.

TO BE CONTINUED

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