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"You mean throw myself at a man your age?"

"Like I said, the bait of young pussy is very attractive to men my age."

We parted. I was disappointed that I could not convince Mr. Jansen to take me to bed, but I kept his advice in mind.

It was like it was meant to be. Or so I thought. My instructor for Macroeconomics was Professor Herman Bedford. Dr. Bedford was in his fifties, a short, round, bald man. I immediately noticed that he wasn't wearing a wedding ring.

I made an appointment to see him in his office under the pretext that I had no idea what he was talking about in class. He suggested his apartment. I was so happy. I was certain that he knew what I wanted, and needed. I dressed for the occasion. My blouse was low-cut emphasizing my 34Cs. My skirt could not have been any shorter.

I don't know where you live but the culture where I grew up and here at the college was that a girl wore white panties and only white panties until she was no longer a virgin. When I crossed my legs, they were just barely visible. My dresser was filled with white panties, and only white panties.

I wasn't wrong and like with Mr. Jansen, Professor Bedford was easy to seduce. Friday evening, I was ringing his doorbell.

"Come in, Miss Gipson. I'm glad you decided to come." I found a chair and sat in it. Dr. Bedford sat across from me on his couch. I made it a point to first cross my legs as high as possible; then I uncrossed them. He had a good view of my panties; my white, virginal panties.

For a few minutes Dr. Bedford tried not to look, and instead tried to tell me the most elementary, boring and mundane facts about Macroeconomics.

"Ms. Gipson, it occurs to me that you did not come here for academic advice. Is there something I can help you with?"

"Professor, when I sit in your class, I see a kindly man, and understanding man, a man a girl could talk to."

"What's bothering you, Ms. Gipson?"

I blurted it out. I told him I was a virgin. I told him that I had no interest in being a virgin. I told him, in a roundabout way, that I'd let any boy take my virginity, but he needed to earn it. He'd have to eat me first.

"Are you suggesting, what I think you're suggesting? Do you know how old I am? Are you eighteen?"

"I'd guess you're about fifty and I'm eighteen. Please, Professor Bedford."

"Come with me, young lady." He led me to his bedroom.

"Stand there." He sat in an arm chair. "Now, if I'm going to do this, I'd like to see what the girl I'm doing looks like."

I understood what he meant. Of course, I'd stripped for Mr. Jansen many, many times. Besides, I'd come here hoping to lose my virginity. That couldn't very well happen with my clothes on.

Also, I'd blossomed. I was proud of my 34Cs and my big bush. Today, I was wearing panties: white ones.

Dr. Bedford stared as I undressed. I could tell he was salivating over the possibilities. Mr. Jansen did, every time we were together.

When I was completely naked, "Dr. Bedford, I hope you like what you see. It's all yours if you want it."

"Oh, Ms. Gipson, I'm going to want it, but like you I have certain criteria."

"I'm not sure what you mean."

"Ms. Gipson, if I understood your somewhat cryptic pleadings. You want your virginity taken but not before a man proves worthy, by pleasing your pussy with his tongue, correct?"

"Yes, but what are you getting at?"

He stood up. Unbuckled his pants and dropped them along with briefs. He was already hard.

I smiled. He was hard from looking at my naked body. At least I wanted to think that.

"Ms. Gipson, if a woman wants to fuck me, I insist that she shows me she's worthy by sucking my cock."

I was shocked. It's not that I'd never heard of blowjobs. My dearest friend, Alicia Carston confided in me while I was home this summer that she was giving them on almost every date. It wasn't that I was opposed. I would have gladly tried to do Mr. Jansen like that, but he never asked.

I said tried. Of course, I'd never done it and didn't know how. I explained that to Dr. Bedford.

"Ms. Gipson, if you are willing, that's what's important. Once you prove that you've develop the talent for cocksucking, then you'll be worth fucking."

"Ummmm . . ."

"Why don't you come over here and get on your knees?" Professor Bedford sat back down.

All I could think about was that if I could suck him good, he'd fuck me and I wouldn't have to worry about that virginity thing ever again.

I got on my knees in front of him. "Professor, please, tell me how."

I kissed his cock. It looked as big maybe bigger than Mr. Jansen's, which my hands knew well.

Here's the other thing, I didn't know there were two kinds of cocks. Dr. Bedford's looked like Mr. Jansen's only bigger and fatter.

"Use your tongue, Ms. Gipson. Lick it. All the way down to my balls." I smiled as my tongue slid down his shaft. I smiled because I remembered with Mr. Jansen, there was a time I didn't know what or where balls were.

I liked the feeling of Mr. Jansen's balls in my hand. I liked the texture of Dr. Bedford's balls on my tongue. "Now, back up to my cockhead."

I licked his head all over. There was just a drop or two of liquid leaking from it. Not like when I was giving Mr. Jansen a hand job. I mean this wasn't like when Mr. Jansen spurted. This was just a drop. I licked it on to my tongue. It tasted sweet. I never thought to taste Mr. Jansen when he spurted.

"So far, so good, now put your lips over it and put it in your mouth. Open wide.," he laughed.

That was no joke. I did have to open my mouth wide to get my lips over his head. "Good girl."

I liked the feeling of Mr. Jansen's cock in my hand. Even better I liked the feeling of Dr. Bedford's cock in my mouth. Even though I just had his head in my mouth, it felt so hard. "You're doing good, Ms. Gipson. Try to take another inch in your mouth."

I didn't think I could, but I tried. I was afraid he was going to ask me to take his whole cock in my mouth. That would be impossible. I didn't have much trouble sliding my lips down another inch. "That's a good girl. If you feel like you're going to choke, take it out."

That was so nice of him. I didn't. I felt like a woman. I was pleasing a man. I wasn't happy that he called me girl, but once I proved to him I was a woman, I was sure he'd change his tune.

""Press your lips hard against my cock."

I followed his instructions.

"Now lightly."

"Keep going just like that."

I did.

"Ms. Gipson, have you ever given a hand job?"

I nodded with his cock still in my mouth. Without any more prompting, I wrapped my right hand around Professor Bedford's shaft and started jerking him off. His cock was still in my mouth.

"That's it, in and out, in and out. Ms. Gipson, you'll get the hang of this in a few weeks."

Then I did something that I did while I was jerking off Mr. Jansen. I took my left hand and started playing with his balls.

"Oh, Ms. Gipson, this isn't completely foreign to you, is it? Keep going just like that."

I nodded my head and had a smile on my face. I was pleasing the professor.

"You're getting me close, Ms. Gipson. Women tell me that it tastes good. Try to enjoy it."

When I jerked off Mr. Jansen, when he told me he was close, I stroked his cock faster. Now, I did the same, but I had Dr. Bedford's cock in my mouth. I was a little nervous about tasting that white stuff.

Then it happened. I couldn't keep it all in my mouth, along with his big cock. It started spilling out. "I'm sorry, Professor, I tried. I just couldn't. There was so much of it."

Yes, there was so much of it. It dripped down my chin, on to my chest and was even in my cleavage and on my 34Cs.

"No, no, no. Ms. Gipson, you did fine for your first time. Women tell me I shoot a lot."

"I hope to do better next time. There will be a next time, won't there, Professor Bedford?"

"Of course, my dear. I'm looking forward to it. I hope you are, too. Do you know what else I'm looking forward to?"

"I'm hoping you're looking forward to eating my pussy and fucking me."

"Once you become proficient, my dear. Now, you should run along before the neighbors talk about me, what shall we call it, entertaining a student? We should plan to see each other next week."

Every week for the rest of the semester, on Friday afternoons I knocked on Professor Bedford's door. I undressed for him and got on my knees.

It was marvelous. I got better and better; I was sure of it. Dr. Bedford praised my improvement.

By better and better, I mean I took more and more of his cock. By Spring almost five inches, and I didn't even gag; not for a second. Oh, and to top it off, a month after my first time with him, I swallowed every drop. It was delicious.

The week before finals, I was on my knees and I was going crazy on his cock. Why? I'd taken all of it. I could feel it down my throat. I had one hand on his balls; I'd found he liked that, and I liked the feeling of his balls in my hand; playing with them; massaging them.

I'd only take an inch or two at the most out; then it was back down my throat. It was the greatest thing.

"Ms. Gipson, you have become a marvel; I think next week after your last final. We should celebrate. We'll celebrate the end of the semester, and the loss of your virginity. I'll be honest I'm looking forward to eating your pussy, too."

My sucking could not have been any more enthusiastic. I was a wild woman; I could feel his ball sack slapping against my chin. Then I felt his throbbing cock spurt and his warm liquid coated my throat. YUMMY!!!!

I didn't sleep well. I couldn't concentrate as I studied for finals and I couldn't wait for finals to be over. I found time to go shopping and bought a white negligee; a white demi-bra with matching white panties.

After my last exam, I went home and took a long hot bath. I shaved my arms and underarms as usual. Then I shaved my bush. Mr. Jensen never complained but I wanted my pussy so inviting that Dr. Bedford wouldn't be able to resist eating me and fucking me.

It's not that I shaved it all off, but between my razor and scissors, I thought I looked like an appealing and appetizing woman.

It was a disaster.

When I knocked on his door, there was no answer. His neighbor, an elderly woman, opened her door, "Dr. Bedford is gone for the summer."

"What? Where? When?"

The woman shook her head and closed the door. I was in shocked; stunned. In tears I stumbled home.

It didn't take a genius to figure out that I had been played for a sucker. Literally.

TO BE CONTINUED

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