He was close, too close. His body pressed against hers. Virginia suddenly wished she knew what to do. She didn't want him to leave her here. Not now. She wanted him to crush her in his strong arms and then stuff that prick into her hungry cunt and fuck hell out of her.
She wanted it all. And she didn't know how to get it.
The coed need not have worried. Joe's arms reached out and pulled her close. Her body shivered. She wasn't certain it was only from the cold water or whether it was something else. It might have been the nearness of his powerful body.
And his cock.
"You're cold, aren't you? I can warm you up," he said. And she believed him.
Their lips brushed. Then he crushed down firmly on hers. She was a bit startled. She hadn't expected a simple kiss. But it wasn't a kiss like she was used to. For the first time, she damned herself for not going out and enjoying herself more with men. For not going out at all, she corrected. She'd been scared of men and their rough ways. She rejected them, not wanting to be caught up in that hassle.
Now she wished she had learned earlier. She wanted to please this man more than anyone else in the world. And she didn't know how.
His tongue prodded through her lips and her entire body stiffened. He was French kissing her!
She struggled in his arms but he pulled her even closer. His tongue drove mercilessly into her mouth and began softly stroking and caressing her tongue. She found she liked it. It stimulated her.
She began responding. Her hippies hardened and poked into his chest. She awkwardly put her arms around him and pulled him closer. The water rippling around their bodies provided a sensuous feel and sound as they kissed.
Her tongue began dancing around, trying to elude his. The hide and seek game raced from one mouth to the other. She started to learn how, to use her tongue to the best advantage. Stroking, massaging, caressing, touching, she was everywhere in his mouth.
The hardness of his teeth aroused her. The softness of his lips soothed her. His driving tongue began a mock fucking. She realized he was hinting at what she'd always thought a forbidden thing. He wanted to really fuck her. He wanted to drive that spike of rigid cock all the way up her pussy and fuck her good.
She broke off the kiss and panted, "God! I never thought it would be like this!"
"You don't mean you've never let a man kiss you?" he asked. "You-you're not a lez, are you?"
"A lez?"
"Lesbian. You don't get off on women more than men?"
"Hell, no!" and she threw her arms around his neck and really kissed him this time.
This went on until the professor finally broke off the prolonged kiss. Laughing, he said, "You are a sex-starved bitch, I'll say that. And I'd like to really fuck you, but I've got a small problem."
"What's that?"
He looked down at his crotch. His once proud prick had deflated to a tiny worm dangling between his legs. She gasped. For a horrible moment, she thought she'd done this awful thing to him. She didn't know how, but it had to be her fault.
"Wh-what happened?"
"When I jumped into the cold water, it was a big shock for me. I guess no matter how much I lusted after you, the cold was more than a bitch."
"What can I do?"
"You might suck on it and get it all warm and big again," he suggested, trying not to laugh at the expression on her face.
"Suck on it? I… I've never done that."
"I think there's a lot you've never done. Are you sure you want me to be the one to show you all of it?"
"Yes!"
That decided her. She dived under the surface of the freezing cold water and found the pink worm of his penis. She couldn't call it a cock. A cock was big and proud and a pussy pleaser. This was a penis, but she'd make it into a real cock as quick as she could.
He said it had to be kept warm. She sucked it into her mouth along with a fair amount of water. She managed to blow the water put of her mouth leaving just his prick. It quivered and throbbed under her tongue. She wondered what it would be like if it was at full fucking length.
She vowed to find out.
Her tongue worked around the limp pillar of flesh. It was like a tiny hose in her mouth. No longer than her thumb, she didn't see how it would ever grow back to its proper size. But it did, slowly.
She felt excited blood hammering into his organ. Slowly, the cock grew in size. She kept her tongue moving roughly over it, touching first here, then there in an attempt to stimulate him.
Without knowing it, she found the most sensitive portions of his prick. Her tongue worked eagerly on the tiny flap of skin dangling under the cocks head. She rubbed back and forth across it until the huge head was obviously pawing by leaps and bounds.
Soon, she felt the entire glans spreading out under her oral stroking. Her tongue never stopped. She worked back and forth along the stiffening prick held in her mouth until it was pressing firmly into her lips.
She found that the cock was becoming a real fucking tool. Also, she discovered that she couldn't hold her breath under water very long. Her heart was beating furiously. Whether from the excitement she felt at getting a man's cock into her mouth for the very first time or because of holding her breath for long minutes, she didn't know or care.
She surfaced, gasping.
"I thought you were going to drown. Never see a chick so cock-hungry before. But this isn't going to work. Every time my boner slips out of your mouth, the cold water works on it. Let's climb out of the water."
"No!"
"Why not?"
She didn't know how to say it. She was still self-conscious of her naked body. Sure, he could see her tits with the blood-red nipples pointing so obscenely at him.
He couldn't see her snatch too clearly. Her bush was just a dark smear under the water's surface. And the water turned her on, too. She enjoyed the sensual feel of it running across her bare ass.
"Let's keep doing it in the water. I enjoy it."
"Well," he said, hesitant, "at least let me climb up a bit so you can get a better shot at giving me head. I love the way your mouth feels all over my prick."
"You do?" She couldn't believe it. He was complimenting her on the way she was sucking his prick.
"You've got native talent, girl. But I think you're being coy with me. You've sucked cock before, I'll bet. Lots of it, haven't you?"
She decided not to answer. His prick was jumping around from the cold and she wanted to pop it back into her hot mouth. It was the least she could do. It also kept her from having to answer a lot of his questions.
The man was half-seated on the edge of the pool, his legs dangling in the water while his ass was perched on a rock. Spreading his legs wide, this gave her an excellent view of his prick. Sure, she'd seen pictures of a man's prick. But this was so much more vibrant than any picture ever could be.
She held his balls almost as if they were some religious relic. They were precious, to her. She could feel the nuts churning around inside the hairy little bag.
She knew she was responsible for their agitated condition. She had sucked him hard. Her mouth was responsible for everything!
His cock was beginning to wilt again from the cold. She decided it was about time to really learn how to suck on a man's prick. Popping just the purpled tip into her mouth, she sucked. She sucked hard.
The professor groaned and began thrashing around. She held him firmly on the spot, her tongue giving him a constant tongue-lashing while she continued to suck harder and harder.
"Goddamn! You're pullin' my guts out the end of my cock!" he bellowed.
It was a measure of how much lust possessed her that she didn't worry about anyone hearing that outcry and coming to see what caused it. All that mattered to her was that lovely cock resting in her mouth. Sucking and licking, she worked her way down the man's cock until she had a mouthful of hard cock meat.