She wrapped her legs around my waist, locking her ankles behind my back. I walked slowly toward the bed and let her down gently. Her peach colored panties were soaked as were my trousers. She sat up and began unbuckling my belt. As my pants fell to the floor, I stepped out of them, my boxers fully tented, and with a wet spot of my own. “Professor” she said looking up at me gleefully, “It seems you are wet too.”
She fished my hardened cock out through the fly, gripping the base of my cock and squeezing. Another drop of pre-cum formed at the slit in my crown. Her tongue swiped the pearly liquid away and she added, “Is this what you want, Professor? Do you want to be my first blow job?” She pulled my boxers down, exposing all of me.
“God, yes!” I hissed, watching as her lips pressed against the tip of my cock. Her mouth opened, and my helmet disappeared, slowly, her teeth grazing over the sensitive flesh, locking me inside as her tongue swirled all around my swollen head. Having lost all ability to think I merely reacted, my hands combing through her strawberry locks, holding her face in place. I began to saw slowly in and out of her pretty face, regaining just enough control to keep her from choking on me. Cupping my nuts in her hand, she hummed as I gently face fucked her. “Oona, that feels so good!” I moaned. Just when I thought it couldn’t get better, she pulled off my stiffness, smiled, and then ducked down, enveloping my left testicle in her warm, wet mouth as she stroked my shaft. “Ohhh fuck!” Through half closed eyes, I watched as one nut plopped out and the other got sucked in. I knew it wouldn’t be much longer. “Oona, stop! I’m going to cum!”
Somewhat reluctantly, she let my other testicle slide from between her lips, clamping back on my cock head, stroking vigorously as her tongue tickled me. I tried to get her to stop, but in vain. I groaned as my manhood squirted three healthy dollops of warm, sticky sperm onto Oona’s tongue.
After she milked the last drops of cum from me, she let me slip from her lips and smiled up at me. “How did I do?” she asked as a drip of cum escaped from the corner of her mouth.
As I helped her off her knees, I asked “Where the hell did you learn to suck like that. That can’t be your first blowjob!”
Bashfully she replied, “It was my first time with a real cock. Marija had me practice with her Vibro.”
With my hand under her chin, I lifted her face to mine and kissed her, tasting myself on her lips and tongue. “So how was it?”
“Interesting. Different. Girl cum has a salty sweetness. Yours is thicker, saltier, almost bitter, but the look on your face as you were cumming……what’s the word….priceless!”
“I owe you one, Oona, Now get back on the bed so I can repay the debt.”
She sat down, still wearing her knee socks, panties and patent leather shoes. Spreading her thighs wide, she rubbed the wet front panel of her panties, while licking her lips. “Do you want me to take these off, Ptofessor?” she teased.
“No! I’ll do that!” I knelt down and began kissing my way up her legs. Starting at her knees, just above her socks, I dragged my tongue halfway up her left leg, and then repeated it on the right leg. The closer I got to the junction of her thighs, the more intense the scent. Her musk made my cock twitch with undeniable need. I nestled my face in the visible dampness of her panties inhaling deeply, filling my lungs with her scent, and my head with visions of a lust filled first union.
Peeling her panties off, I took in the sight of her virginal sex. The sight of her soft, pale skin, freckled, innocent, fed my carnal frenzy. Part of me wanted desperately to plunder this woman-child, take her roughly, make her mine. Part of me wanted to seduce her, slowly sensuously, giving her an experience that, not only would she remember for the rest of her life, but cherish. Still another part of me wondered if I could do either. It had been many, many years since I had dealt with a woman of no experience.