Her First Taste of His Virgin Cock

Renata found him on the steps when her seminar let out, backpack clutched to his chest, nineteen and trying not to look like he had been waiting. She was twenty-one, a junior who had already had lovers and knew the difference between curiosity and hunger, and Gareth was a freshman who had never been inside anyone, never had a mouth on him, never come anywhere but his own fist.

"Walk me back," she said.

He fell in beside her across the quad, late sun on the brick, students peeling off toward dinner. Her roommate had left that morning for a long weekend. The room would be empty. She let that sit for half a block, then dropped her voice so only he could hear it.

"I want to give you your first blowjob."

Gareth's stride hitched. Color climbed his throat. He glanced at her mouth and away, then back, like he couldn't help it.

"After classes. Right now. My room." She didn't soften it. "I've been wet thinking about getting on my knees and taking your cock in my mouth. I want to be the one who does it. I want to taste you when you come."

He made a sound like the air had been punched out of him. "You're serious."

"I'm serious." She hooked two fingers in his belt loop and pulled him back into step. "You're nervous. I like it. But I need to hear that you want this."

"I want it," he said, immediate, wrecked. "I've wanted your mouth since you first kissed me. I just might not last."

"Then you'll come fast and I'll swallow it." She smiled, sharp. "Come on, virgin. Don't make me beg for a cock I've already decided is mine."

The walk to her building cranked tighter with every step, his hands flexing on his backpack straps, her thighs pressing together under her jeans because she could already picture him shaking while she sucked him. He followed her up the dorm steps with his pulse jumping in his neck, eager and already half-hard, the want between them thick enough to taste.

The hallway was quiet. Renata unlocked her room and led him in, and the bolt clicking home seemed to steal what was left of his courage. Lamp, unmade bed, closet hanging open. Nobody else. Gareth stood on the rug like he might be asked to speak.

She dropped her bag, stepped into him, and kissed him deep to calm the shake in his hands.

She held his jaw and opened her mouth over his, tongue slow and patient, until he stopped bracing and kissed her back. His mouth was clumsy and then hungry, tasting of the mint he had chewed after class. A helpless sound broke into her. His palms landed on her waist, warm and uncertain, and she pressed closer so he could feel she was solid, that this was wanted, that he was allowed to want it too. She let the kiss go on until his shoulders dropped and his cock pressed a hard line into her hip. The panic in his breathing eased. The hunger did not.

"There," she said against his mouth. "You're all right. Stay with me."

She stepped back and undressed without rushing, because she wanted him to watch every inch.

The cardigan slipped off her shoulders. The thin top came up over her head, and she wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts were bare in the window light, full and flushed, nipples drawn tight. She held his gaze while she shoved her jeans down, then her panties, cotton clinging where she was wet before they hit the chair. Naked, she let him look until his chest was rising too fast.

"Come here."

He came. She took his trembling hands and set them on her breasts, covering her, guiding his thumbs to her nipples.

"Fondle me," she said. "I want you mesmerized and touching me. Don't be shy."

She covered his hands with hers and made him squeeze, showed him the drag of a thumb across a nipple, the little pinch that made her breath catch. He stared like he might never blink. He cupped her harder when she arched into it, the soft weight filling his hands, her nipples stiff under his thumbs. A broken noise left him. His eyes didn't leave her chest, her stomach, the dark between her thighs. Mesmerized was the only word for his face.

Between his legs his cock stood rigid in his pants, a thick line he couldn't hide, and a small wet spot had darkened the denim where precum was already leaking through. The sight of him that hard shoved the last patience out of her. Raw want hit them both at once.

Renata didn't wait for him to fumble. She dropped to her knees on the rug, close enough that her bare breasts brushed his thighs, and opened his belt with steady fingers. The button, the zipper, the rough sound of it in the quiet room. She hooked his pants and his boxers together and dragged them down his hips, and his cock sprang free, thick and flushed dark, curving up toward his stomach, the head slick and shining.

A single clear drop of precum sat on the slit, fat and trembling.

"Look at that," she said, and her voice came out hungry. "One drop already, Gareth. Your virgin cock is leaking for me before I've even put my mouth on it."

She caught the drop on the pad of her finger. It strung, thin and glossy, from his tip to her skin. She held it up so he could see, then brought it to her lips and sucked her finger clean, tongue curling around the taste. Salt. Heat. Him. A moan broke out of her, low and shameless, and his knees nearly buckled.

"Fuck," he whispered. "Renata, please."

She didn't make him finish the plea. She wrapped her hand around the base, felt him throb, and took his cock fully into her mouth in one slow, wet slide.

He was hot and heavy on her tongue, the head nudging the back of her throat, her lips stretched around the thickness of him. She held him there, swallowing around him so he could feel her throat work. His hands flew to her hair and stopped, hovering, shaking. A raw sound tore out of him.

She pulled back just enough to breathe, then sank down again, long and hungry, her mouth a slick heat from tip to root. Spit gathered and shone on him. Her tongue pressed flat along the underside on the way down and swirled hard around the head every time she came up. She sucked, cheeks hollowing, and the wet sounds filled the small room.

"Oh my God," Gareth choked. "Your mouth. I can't. Renata, it's too much."

She looked up at him with his cock buried between her lips and didn't stop. His face was wrecked, flushed to the ears, eyes glassy, mouth open. She could feel it in the way his thighs locked, the way his stomach jumped every time her tongue circled the ridge under his head. He was fighting it. Every muscle in him was clenched against the orgasm already building.

She pulled off with a wet pop, spit connecting her lip to his cock, and stroked him slow while she talked.

"You're trying not to come."

"I don't want it to be over," he gasped. "I want to last for you. It feels so fucking good I can't think."

"I don't want you to last." She licked a broad stripe up the underside, lingering where another bead had gathered, and moaned at the taste. "I want your cum, Gareth. I want the first load you've ever given anybody. I want it in my mouth. I want to taste all of it."

His hips jerked. "If you keep going I'm going to—"

"Good." She took him fully again, deeper, and sucked harder.

The struggle stayed in his body and left his control. He tried to hold still and failed, small thrusts he couldn't stop. Renata took it. She worked him with long strokes of her mouth, hand twisting at the base in time with her lips, tongue swirling, throat opening when she pushed down and swallowed around the head. Her free hand gripped his thigh and held him there. This was what she had walked him here for: the weight of his virgin cock on her tongue, the way he was coming apart above her.

"Renata. I'm gonna come. I can't hold it."

She moaned around him, loud, the vibration running straight through his cock, and sucked harder, faster, greedy for his load. Her eyes stayed on his. She wanted him to see she was choosing his cum.

He broke. A shout ripped out of him, half moan, half her name, and his cock pulsed hard against her tongue. The first spurt hit the back of her throat, thick and hot, and then another, and another, flooding her mouth while his hips stuttered and his hands finally clenched in her hair. He came hard, shaking, pouring down her throat, and Renata moaned with him, loud and open, the sound muffled around his cock as she swallowed and sucked and took every pulse he gave her. The taste coated her tongue, salt and heat. Both of them were moaning, his voice cracked and hers low and filthy, filling the room.

She stayed on him through the last weak pulse, then pulled off slow and swallowed every drop, throat working, nothing wasted. A thin shine remained on her lower lip. She licked it away with a satisfied smile, tongue dragging the corner of her mouth, and looked up at him from her knees with her hand still wrapped around his spent cock, stroking him gently, smearing spit along the sensitive skin until he twitched.

"I love the taste of your first-time cum," she purred, voice rough, thumb circling the head. "Salt and heat and all mine. You came so hard down my throat I can still feel it."

Gareth was flushed to his chest, breathless, staring at her mouth like he already wanted back in it. He reached down, caught her under the arms, and pulled her up into a deep kiss, open-mouthed and starving, tasting his own cum on her tongue without flinching. Against her lips he whispered, hoarse and greedy, "I can't wait for the next lesson. Next time you get on your knees and I fuck that pretty throat until I dump another load straight down it."