Time for a blow job

As much as I'd like to spew all over Alison's hands and tits, I can tell she wants more and who am I to deny a lovely young thing like her?

“Woah, easy there, Angel.” I have to pull her hands off of me as she looks up confused.

“Wasn't I doing it right?” Her hands felt so good on me that I almost change my mind and let her continue, but with a grin I put her at ease.

“Oh, you are definitely a fast learner, Miss Miller, but there is so more that I want to show you.” I watch Alison lick her lips nervously as she eyes my bobbing erection. She looks so sweet I almost forget that she's sucked me off several times already.

“You mean what College girls do?”

“That's right.” I stand above her as she remains kneeling by the bed and quickly strip off the rest of my clothes. “Once you're done with high school, hand-jobs aren't going to cut it anymore.”

“I don't know what I'm supposed to do ...” Once again, her eyes are locked on the column of flesh with its swollen purple head that is twitching like a flagpole in a strong wind. I lay back on Alison's bed, noting the smell of her shampoo on her pillow before gesturing for her to join me. She obediently climbed up next to me but was clearly uncertain how to proceed.

“Get down there between my legs and take my penis in your mouth.” I've seen Alison bite her lower lip between her straight white teeth before, but in this particular situation the moment of uncertainty is particularly endearing.

“Yes Sir.” When she 'sirs' me, I am reminded that Alison is pretending to be one of my students and seeing her sucking on my cock like this is hot as Hell.

Even with just her mouth enveloping my cockhead, the feeling is absolutely fantastic; remember I had just had several minutes of her hands stroking me, so it did not take long before I was fighting to keep from bowing too soon.

“Take more of it, Honey.” I instruct her and to my delight her mouth moves about halfway down my shaft before pulling up again slowly leaving a wet streak as evidence of her efforts. The feeling of her lips dragging up my cock makes me grunt in satisfaction. It is a sign of just how inexperienced Alison is that she pulls the rest of the way off to apologize.

“I'm sorry.”

“It's OK, Honey.” I correct her as I push her head back down again, “That was a good grunt.” Encouraged by this information, Alison repeats the motion three more times, each time I get closer and closer to a climax.

“Oh fuck ... just like that ... fuck yes.” I moan softly. “The college boys are going to love your sweet little mouth you little cocksucker.” Just like that the first, load of sperm pulses through the shaft and into her mouth. Allsion's eyes open wide when she first realizes what is happening.