Suck Queen by Mr.HD

I guess some women just naturally love to suck cocks. I know several of my friends have said that they were that way. Even a couple of gals in high school apparently were really into it. I remember Jan Best had a reputation for doing it. She supposedly did the entire football team and basketball team each year she was in school. That sounded outrageous to me at the time, and perhaps her slutty reputation just added to my reluctance to do it.   Actually, I'd never given it much thought until my relationship with Jeff Johnson had developed to such intensity that he was pressuring me to "go all the way" to prove how much I loved him. This was in my junior year and I had no intention of letting that happen although I did let him slip his hands into my bra and panties and play with me. I liked the feeling that gave me.. especially when he played with my pussy. I got really wet and hot and I must admit it wasn't easy saying no to him. It was just that I couldn't get my mother's admonitions out of my head. I never once thought about trying to play with Jeff's cock although I noticed that he got a real big bulge in his pants whenever he played with me. I really didn't even know what a cock, hard or soft, looked like.  

When Jeff suggested that I give him a "blowjob" instead I guess he must have realized that I didn't know what he meant. "I want you to suck my cock" he said.   "You want me to what?" I replied. "I couldn't do anything like that. I mean no one would ever do such a thing. You're sick!" That was the end of my relationship with Jeff.  

Yes, I know I was a very naive girl. I guess I led a pretty sheltered life up to that point, but I wasn't a lot different than most of the girls that I grew up with. In fact I'll bet that a lot of them don't suck cock even today. Maybe I'm wrong, but judging by the delight of men who I've "gotten to know" over the last several years, I doubt that many of them get blow jobs very often.  

In addition to my naivete about sex I had no early experience with alcohol. I didn't have my first real drink until I was in college. The first few times I had a drink went quite uneventfully. These took place at receptions which the alumni office held during homecoming week during my freshman year. The first drink I had was a vodka sour. I thought it tasted quite good so I had another.

I don't know if they were mixed really strong or if it was just because this was my first time, but I got a little tipsy. This scared me because I didn't want to act silly or get sick in front of the faculty and administrators who were there because I might lose my job. I had gotten a part-time job in the alumni office as a way to help pay my tuition.  

Things really changed later that fall when I got invited to my first fraternity party. Since there were no "higher-ups" around I let my hair down and completely lost track of how much I'd had to drink. There were several other coeds there who were also being encouraged by the guys to "have one more." I suspect that many of them knew what was coming, but I didn't. After we were feeling pretty good, the guys suggested a game called "Dare." The premise of the game was simple. The gals were dared to perform some act or else they had to remove an article of clothing. The women sat on one side of the circle facing the guys who sat on the other. The guys took turns making the dares to the gals.  

At first the dares weren't too outrageous. We were each dared to chug-a-lug our drink. Next they dared us to sit on their lap. That wasn't very threatening although a couple of the guys did let their hands wander a bit. I kind of liked that because I enjoyed having my breasts played with. After that they dared us to give them a kiss. Then we each were asked to show them our panties. For those of us wearing skirts this was easy. Some of the gals wore slacks and they had to partially undress just to avoid completely removing an article of clothing. At this point some of the gals chose to remove their blouses rather than show their panties. I think that may have been because they didn't have any panties on. I remember feeling kind of tingly as I watched Wasa, the gal ahead of me, move to the center of the circle and lift her skirt to show off her panties. I was the second in line and so it was now my turn to choose. I also wore a skirt and chose to follow her lead and let them see my undies. I felt a sudden rush as I lifted my skirt and knew that a dozen guys and ten other women could see my bright pink panties.  

I may have stood there showing off for longer than I had to but I finally sat down as Diane, the next gal, announced that she was going to remove her blouse instead. This round seemed to take longer than the others because the guys wouldn't let us sit down too quickly. If they didn't get a long enough view they made us do it over until they were satisfied. When it finally finished four of the women were without their blouses. One of the gals who'd shown her panties had on very sheer ones and the guys really made a fuss over getting to see her beaver when she held up her skirt. She held it up for a long time too. I didn't understand why she did that but I did notice that my pussy was starting to get pretty wet.  

The next round got more intimate. We were asked to sit on our challenger's lap while he "gave us a chest massage." The gal ahead of me decided to remove her blouse instead. Since I enjoyed having my breasts caressed ever since Jeff did it to me, I happily went to my challenger and sat down. In seconds I felt his hands massaging me through my blouse and bra. Then I felt him unbutton a couple of buttons on my blouse and slip his hand inside. He didn't stop there but proceeded to slip his fingers into my bra and massage my bare breasts. It felt heavenly but I suddenly realized that I was making quite a spectacle and made him stop. Three of the women after me decided to remove blouses instead. One of the women who had already removed her blouse decided to remove her skirt rather than get her breasts massaged. The guys really hooted when she stood before them in just her bra and panties. The rest of the women got the same treatment that I did. Since some of them were without bras to inhibit the massage things got rather frisky but only one of them ended up with her blouse completely off (she wasn't wearing a bra). Everyone (including her) seemed to really love that.  

The final round that we played really changed my attitude about sex. We were "dared" to give our challenger a blowjob. I was astonished when Wasa unhesitatingly moved over between the thighs of her challenger and began to unzip his pants. In seconds I saw the first cock that I had ever seen other than in a picture. It was hard and beautiful. I have come to realize after many comparisons that it wasn't particularly large but at the time I thought it was gigantic. Wasa licked the head of it with the tip of her tongue for awhile. Then she slipped it into her mouth and lunged forward so that it was completely hidden. I noticed that the guy closed his eyes and looked like he was in heaven. I could feel myself getting more and more excited as I watched her head bounce up and down on this wonderful appendage. I found myself wishing I had been more adventuresome with Jeff a couple of years earlier.  

After this had gone on for a few minutes Wasa suddenly pulled back. Then I saw this white fluid spurting from his cock. It flew half way across the circle. There were a few more lesser spurts and then the guy collapsed in his chair.   "That was wonderful..just wonderful," he whispered.  

I must have been somewhat dazed by this scene because I remember being nudged by Diane as my challenger repeated, "Alright, Nini. It's your turn. What's your choice?"  

I didn't even think about my response. My inhibitions had been subdued by all of the booze, and I was mesmerized by the thought of seeing and tasting this guy's cock. As I moved forward and began to kneel before him, he said "Great! This is my lucky day!"  

I didn't really have a clue as to what I was to do. I had just seen it done once so I tried to repeat her motions. I didn't have to unzip the guy or take out his cock because he did that for me in a flash. His cock was also gorgeous. It was about the same size as the one before but somehow it looked different. I've since come to appreciate that no two cocks are exactly alike.

Each one tastes and looks just a little different than any other. Comparing them is part of the fun that I have.  

As I leaned forward towards my guy's cock I saw that there was liquid seeping out of the hole in the end of it. Then I smelled the wonderful musky aroma that I've grown to love. Finally as I flicked the tip of it with my tongue I tasted the saltiness of his pre-cum. Trying my best to imitate my predecessor, I ran my tongue around the dark pink head a few times before swallowing as much of it as I could in my mouth. I heard the guy gasp as it went in. Then as I started pumping up and down on his big prick I felt his hands touch my breasts. Then he began to gently massage my tits with his hands as I massaged him with my mouth. It was an incredible sensation.   I found out later that this was this guy's first-ever blowjob as well as mine. I must have done alright because he didn't last long. Not knowing what to expect I didn't react when I sensed that his cock was beginning to twitch.

Then my tongue sensed a spasm as I felt a blast of searing liquid hit the back of my throat. It caught me off guard and I started to choke. I tried to pull away but he had placed his hands behind my head and began pulling me tightly towards his crotch. I couldn't escape. Somehow I managed to swallow and kept swallowing as blast after hot blast of his cum shot into my virgin mouth. Then as quickly as it had started it stopped. Again not knowing what to expect I began sucking again when I caught my breath. I loved the unique flavor of his cum and wanted to taste more of it. In a few seconds however, his cock started to get soft. He was done..at least for a few minutes.   "Nini, that was the greatest!" he said as I got up. "You are sure a terrific cocksucker."  

I was stunned by his remark. That was a term that I'd always heard used in the most derogatory ways. I'd never given much thought to what it meant, but the meaning of the term began to sink in as I returned to my seat.   "Thanks," I said with a weak smile. "I guess I am one of those," I thought to myself not so proudly.  

Two of the rest of the girls also elected to give their challengers a blowjob and the others removed an item of apparel. This meant that three of the gals were now only wearing their panties. When the last of the eleven girls had finished (she was one who elected to remove her bra) several of the girls quickly gathered up their garments and ran from the room.   "Hey, where are you all going?" one of the guys shouted. "Some of us aren't finished yet." In fact eight of the twelve guys hadn't "finished" yet and they didn't want the game to end so soon.   "Hey, Nini," one of them said, "how about showing me just how good you can suck cock. I'll bet you're not that great."   "Oh, yeah," I replied accepting the taunt, "get it out and I'll show you." I couldn't believe my own ears at what I'd just said but I had this strange feeling that I just had to suck more cock. I was addicted.  

As I began to grant this guy's wish, two of the other coeds joined me in finishing the rest of the group. An hour later all the guys had cum. Two of the original four had gotten blown a second time. In all I sucked five cocks that evening...and I swallowed every drop of their cum. By the time the party was over I had sucked more cocks than most women suck in their entire lifetime. I loved it. I knew that from then on I was going to suck as many guys as I could.  

The next day reality reared it's ugly head. Of course, I had a terrible hangover, which I'd never had before. I also felt like the town whore every time I thought about my behavior at the party. I was so ashamed I sat and cried. I didn't know how I'd ever face any of those guys or gals. That would be impossible to avoid because two of the guys were in classes with me. I was sure I'd have to drop out of school or transfer or something.  

Fortunately before I got myself too worked up and distressed I got a call from Gary Greg asking me for a date. Gary was one of the guys at the party and also one of those with whom I had a class. In fact he was the guy who had invited me to the party in the first place. I figured at first that he just wanted another blowjob but he assured me that he had wanted to ask me out before any of this happened. He gave my sagging ego a boost by saying that he thought I was the cutest coed on campus. When I questioned why he'd even consider going out with someone who'd been such a slut, he really surprised me by saying he'd gotten turned on watching me that night..and that I gave him the best blowjob he'd ever had. He couldn't believe I'd never done it before.  

To make a long story short I accepted his invitation to go to a movie the next weekend. After the movie we talked some more about what I'd done and he made me feel a lot better about myself. In fact he made me feel like it was OK to have done what I did and enjoy it. Before he took me back to my dorm Gary got another blowjob..and he didn't even ask. I found that I had even more fun doing this one sober than I'd had doing the others drunk. It was like a dam had burst and my sexual being had abruptly surfaced.  

While I was amazed at myself for my new-found hobby, I was even more surprised at Gary's delight and support. He began to think of ways for me to practice my art. Over the next few months I blew groups of five or six of his frat brothers while they watched the Monday night game. I blew Gary's kid brother Joel and Jim, a friend of his, when they came to campus for a weekend. Neither of them had ever had a blowjob before and they left for home with ear- to-ear grins.  

Their big smiles and expressions of appreciation were a good lesson for me. I was beginning to understand the power that I had just from my willingness to give guys this pleasure. I don't think any of them realized (or much cared) how much fun I had doing it. I began to fantasize about how I could use this power and Gary and I spent a lot of time talking about it. Those conversations always ended abruptly because we both got so turned on that we'd head for the bed and spend an hour or two fucking. (Yes, I let Gary take the next step. In fact I did it with him on our second date. I found out I loved having a cock fill my cunt almost as much as I loved having one in my mouth.)

The power I had was not just over the other guys that I blew but also over Gary because he got so excited about my antics.   When Gary asked me to give a pizza delivery guy a blowjob as a tip, we ended up getting a free pizza. We decided that was such a good deal we repeated it at least once a month for the rest of the school year. We tried the same routine with a chinese carry-out place with the same results. Gary teased me every time I sucked that guy off saying I'd be hungry for another cock again in an hour. I'd go along with his gag and ask him to fuck me an hour after dinner.  

When finals were approaching at the end of my freshman year I was really worried about my grade in economics. The professor was not very exciting (and not particularly good looking) and I just wasn't inspired in the classroom. I knew that I had to do something to avoid getting a "D" or worse in the class. I asked Gary if any of his friends could help me. He offered an inspired suggestion. I should ask the professor for special tutoring. He winked at me when he said that and I quickly caught on to what he meant.   "I'm not sure he'd be interested," I replied uncertainly.   "I'll bet he'd love it," Gary assured me. "Anyhow it wouldn't be too hard to test the waters. Wear one of your sexy short skirts to class tomorrow. Maybe give him a peek or two of your panties. Then go up to him after class and tell him that you need some extra help and ask if he has any suggestions. If he's interested he'll let you know.  

Well, I took Gary's suggestion to heart more from the almost desperate need to improve my grade than any desire to suck off my professor. I'm sure glad I did for two reasons. I got a "B" for the course. He offered me an "A" but I thought that was too much.   "I enjoyed this as much as you did," I told him. "You have one of the largest and most beautiful cocks I've ever seen..and I've seen quite a few." He seemed genuinely flattered by my comment. He admitted that no other woman including his wife had ever been able to take him all the way into either her mouth or her pussy.  

That's the other thing I learned: wonderful things sometimes come in not-so-great packages. When I told Gary I was sure this guy had at least ten inches he didn't believe me. I told him that he was so big that I almost couldn't get him all in my mouth, but he still didn't believe me. I decided to ask for another private tutoring session and this time I took along a measuring tape. The guy was a startled when I asked if I could measure it but then he told me it was ten and one-half inches. He said he would like to see if I could take him all the way in my pussy as well as in my mouth but I told him I couldn't do that. He accepted my answer, but I think we were both disappointed. I was very tempted.  

I should mention that Gary and I have talked about the possibility of my going further and fucking some of the guys that I "meet." We agreed that there could be a lot of complications in doing that and finally concluded that it wouldn't be worth the risk. Gary feels especially strongly about it so I'm not about to take the chance of hurting him even when I'm with a guy who I think might be a really great fuck.  

At the end of the school year I returned home for the summer. It was really weird because as soon as I got back into that old environment I went back to my previous conservative ways. Gary and I kept in touch and he seemed very suspicious at first that I was lying to him about my abstinence but I think he finally accepted my word. We both eagerly looked forward to the beginning of the next school year.  

I had to return to campus early because of responsibilities connected with my job at the alumni office. I didn't think I'd see Gary for another week but I was delighted to find him waiting for me when I arrived at my dorm. Before the hour was over he had gotten a blowjob. We didn't have time or a good private place to fuck. We both admitted being anxious to pick up where we'd left offat the beginning of the summer.  As soon as Gary could get back into his room at the frat house we ordered a pizza. When a different delivery man showed up I was afraid that maybe he wouldn't want to play our game, but before he left a half-hour later I had swallowed another load of cum and we had a free pizza. He said he'd be happy to make that trade anytime we called. We should just ask for "Jack." We told him to expect a call every couple of weeks. He left with a smile.   For the first couple of months that fall nothing really shocking happened. I did take care of a few of the members of Gary's fraternity including three new pledges. That was a lot of fun because Gary made me do it blindfolded. After I sucked each of the cocks for a two minutes I was asked to take off the blindfold and identify the cocks in the order I'd sucked them. I guessed them all which surprised them. They just didn't understand how much you can learn about a cock when you have it in your mouth for a few minutes. Of course I finished the game by sucking each of them dry. I've never left a blowjob uncompleted and there have only been a few times when I haven't swallowed the guys cum.  

My horizons were greatly widened one day at work. PJ Bennett, an alumni athlete (a pretty famous and very good looking one), came into the office. He had agreed to head the alumni part of our annual fund drive and he had come to see Mr. Gross, my boss, who was late getting back from an off-campus appointment. I tried my best to keep PJ entertained and in the process I guess I must have flirted with him a bit more than I realized. I noticed that I had lost eye contact with him and that his gaze seemed to be focused below my waist. When I looked down I realized why. I was wearing one of my shorter skirts and it had risen so that the flesh of my thighs above the tops of my stockings was visible. He could easily see my panties and probably the shadow of my brown beaver because these panties were pretty sheer. Then I noticed his crotch. He had an erection that he made no attempt to hide. I took a big gamble.   "Would you like to come with me back to the storeroom?" I asked. "I see you have a problem that perhaps I can help you with." I stood up and held out my hand toward him. He broke into a big smile and quickly took my hand. The storeroom door hadn't even fully closed when I was kneeling before him and unzipping his pants. He helped me extract his hard tool and I quickly engulfed it with my mouth. "Ohhhh, Nini, that feels so good," he said. I didn't attempt to answer. I knew time was short and I sure didn't want to get caught doing this...

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