Filling up the Virgin(28)

I sat there touching my lips and not believing for a second that this really happened. It seemed so out of character. I actually looked forward to the day that he would find me, but it was the waiting that was going to be the hardest part of all.





Chapter three



“I don’t know what the hell is wrong with you and you seem to be on edge. Every time that we go back to your home, you stop at the door and make this sigh. I’m getting the feeling that you’re not at all happy with the way things are going with Michael. He told me that you have become distant and not at all responsive when he wants to take you out on a date. Is there something going on that you want to tell me about?” I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to respond. Sandra was my best friend and yet I’d kept the secret to myself as I was requested by Jordan.



I didn’t see his car in the driveway and that at least gave me a moment of reprieve from wondering if today was going to be the day. It had been two weeks and my nerves were frazzled. Any time that I was about to please myself, I was aware of the fact that he could come in and stop me. My only chance to get rid of that building pressure was to go into the bathroom at school and take matters into my own hands. That had at least relieved me of what I couldn’t do at home. It would also give me 8 hours to ready myself for the possibility of losing my virginity on my return home.



Let’s just get inside and start our homework. I thought that college was going to be easier, but I’ve never had it this rough.” I opened the door and I saw that the house was in pitch black darkness. I was about to say something, but that same hand that had clamped over my mouth two weeks ago was right there with a taste of leather on my lips.



“Sandra, I want you to close the door and come over here where I can see you.” The light came on and Jordan was dressed all in black with a pair of leather gloves affixed to his hands. “I want you to witness this. I think that it would be good to have you here to see her deflowering.” I thought that Sandra was going to come to my defense, but she was bouncing on the balls of her feet with excitement.



“You don’t have to ask me twice.” She took a seat and placed her hands in her lap with her fingers touching the hem of the black leather skirt. I was wearing a denim fabric kind of dress and suddenly found myself pushed down onto the floor. Sandra had moved closer in her chair with her hands on her chin with a smile that told me that she was not going to do anything about this. “I’ve been wondering when this was going to happen and this couldn’t have happened at a better time.” In this position, I could see that her panties were wet. I could also see that Jordan was feeling his oats.



I scrambled to my knees and I started to crawl away in a vain attempt to show that I was not easy pickings. He caught me very quickly and lifted that Denim material to find that I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. “I always thought of you as a good girl, but it appears that my assumption was incorrect. You are a bad girl and wearing no panties would leave a lasting effect on some boys that got themselves a brief peek at the good stuff. I think that your friend should get me ready for you. I want you to wear this moment as a symbol that you belong to me and nobody else. That way, you’ll understand from the moment that you come through that door that your place is in servitude to me.” I felt this excitement in the air and I stayed in that very spot in that same position.



I watched him present his cock for inspection and this was the first time that Sandra had gotten a good look at it. She was sucking him with a vacuum suction that looked like she had become unglued. That mouth was working wonders and was bringing him to that rock hard stiffness that I remembered when I went down on him two weeks ago.



“I don’t…know which one of you is better at this. I would call it a tie, but I believe that my stepdaughter has you beat. You might have to step up your game.” I could tell that he was only teasing her, but she took that as a challenge and began to work him like a prized whore. She was humming a tune and working her fingers along the length while at the same time that her mouth was leaving behind a ring of her purple lipstick. “Don’t bring me all the way off. I want to save that for Amber. You’re going to see me inject my seed and you’re going to see my hot cum dribble out of her after I’m done with her. I’ve been waiting for two weeks and I haven’t even done anything to bring me any sort of pleasure.” If he was telling the truth, then he must’ve been like a dam ready to burst.



Sandra was using her spit that was clinging to his shaft to draw the skin up over the head and then back down in rapid succession. There was plenty of pre cum and she was licking off every little bit. It was being replaced by more.