The Bakery Girl (8)
If you've drawn the sword, you have to cut something—even if it's only a radish.
May had steeled herself. Today, at last, she meant to see it through.
"Professor…"
She called to him in a soft voice.
"Miss Blair… Then, right now, you mean…?"
It was Professor Anton who was trembling.
From childhood he had drawn women's eyes with his handsome face and fine looks. Yet no woman had ever drawn his. There had even been times he wondered if he might be gay, like his senior from the same school, Jenamis. In the end the rumors had driven Jenamis to quit adventuring and open Twin Blades of the Soul, a bakery right here on this street.
Anton felt no pull toward men either, so he had decided something must be wrong with him—yet he had been too absorbed in swordsmanship to give the matter much thought. Someday… someday he would meet a woman who truly captured his heart. That vague hope had carried him into his late twenties.
And then, as if by fate, he had found her.
The girl his fellow professor Dufresne had been harassing. A freshman with a fairy's face and a sweet, bodily scent. Interest had stirred, but he could never let it show; he had endured with superhuman patience.
He had never expected to be caught masturbating.
"I'm embarrassed too, but I've worked up a lot of courage, so please cooperate."
May knelt before Anton, who sat in his chair. Averting her eyes as best she could, she undid his trousers. When she peeled away the underclothes as well, the hidden male organ came free. It was on the large side, yet limp from sheer tension.
Anton's heart hammered so hard he thought he might go mad. This was the first time he had ever shown his cock to a woman who was not his mother.
"Mm… no strength in it."
May watched the drooping length a moment longer, then, as if she could no longer hold back, began unbuttoning her uniform blouse.
"Miss Blair, you don't have to go that far…"
A flush colored her cheeks, yet she bared her breasts as though it were nothing. Pure and yet lewd, large breasts. Those lovely breasts were now fully revealed. At the soft, springy peaks sat small pink areolae and nipples.
"You're staring too hard, aren't you?"
In the end May covered herself with one arm and gave a shy little smile.
"Sorry. I just couldn't help it."
Her flawless white body offered up breasts so full they were almost destructive. This was the scene he had dreamed of every night. The breasts he had only ever seen inside a magic crystal. Saliva welled unbidden as his eyes roamed the exposed upper body.
"Professor, your cock got hard."
May's gaze was fixed there. Curiosity lighting her face, she reached out carefully. The instant her fingers brushed him, blood rushed in and he stiffened at once.
They hadn't even properly begun, and already it felt like this… He was mortified, yet the temptation was stronger.
Anton started to reach for her breasts, then stopped, lost in thought. Should he ask permission first? He was a swordsman of recognized skill at home and abroad, yet in this he was clumsy.
May had taken hold of the root of his cock and brought her face close. Her hot breath washed over him; the shaft began to burn. Soft white hands started to knead him gently. The unfamiliar touch on his sensitive flesh made Anton flinch.
"It's soft."
"Ugh…"
Still on her knees, May wrapped both hands around him and began to stroke slowly up and down. The warm, soft grip felt good.
"Does it hurt?"
Her voice was gentle. She must have thought he was too tense and wanted to ease him.
"No, it doesn't hurt, but…"
Saying it felt good would have been just as awkward. He wanted to close his eyes, yet he could not tear them from the breasts right in front of him.
"Heh… You can touch them if you want."
The voice was soft and sweet. That was why she stole every man's gaze. Sometimes she acted almost boyish, as if she paid no mind to those around her—and that only made her more stimulating.
A straight nose, full lips, sparkling deep-blue eyes. He could smell the sweetness of May's breath. Looking at those soft, moist lips, desire stirred. He was still a man who had never even had a first kiss. If he was going to do it, he wanted to do it now.
"Um… Miss Blair, could you kiss me?"
"A kiss?"
She fell silent a moment, gem-like eyes blinking.
"Is… that not allowed?"
She rose and brought her lips to his. Dry lips met moist ones. Soft, warm, yielding, fragrant.
"Mm…"
Sadly the light contact lasted only a few seconds before the lips parted.
"That was just a peck. I meant a real kiss…"
"It's my first kiss too, so I don't really know how…"
May flushed faintly and lowered her head.
"Ah…"
Anton stopped breathing. In his mind a fanfare blared.
I'm her first kiss…
He was moved. Truly glad. It felt like receiving a gift he had never even imagined.
Yet an awkward silence stretched on.
"Shall we keep going?"
May's heated gaze was on his face. The fully grown length twitched.
They had come too far to stop here.
"Yeah…"
She rested both arms on his thighs like cushions and began stroking again. Electrifying eyes and ticklish breath brushed the base of his cock. She stuck out a small pink tongue and let glistening saliva drip onto him like honey. When the warm spit landed on the head, unbearable excitement surged.
"Hngh…"
Schlick. Schlick.
The saliva eased the friction; lewd sounds began. May gripped him harder. Anton swallowed a breath. At first it had been an unbearable tickle. Now it felt as if he had thrust his cock into a white-hot furnace.
"Does it feel good, Professor?"
May lifted her blue eyes a little and asked in a coaxing voice.
"Y-yeah… yeah…"
The vigorously risen cock jerked hard. She was squeezing so tightly it almost hurt, yet pleasure drowned out any pain.
Now. He wanted to touch her breasts. He had no idea where the courage came from, but he boldly took hold of them. Warm and soft—he wanted to describe it, yet nothing in the world seemed comparable. Instinctively he began rolling the slightly protruding nipples between two fingers, and low moans spilled from May's lips.
"Haa… haa… Professor, a little gentler…"
He longed to take them into his mouth and toy with them as he pleased, but the position made it impossible; he swallowed the regret.
In a way this was unforgivable. He had been the one who received the offer, yet what did a young student know, to be doing something like this? A twinge of conscience pricked him, but his mind was growing numb. The pleasure was spine-tingling. Above all, May's flushed face looking up at him was so alluring it drove him wild. Her breasts were being fondled while she panted roughly, and those small, adorable hands were milking his cock. Excitement had already peaked.
"Miss Blair, I… I'm about to come…"
The rising climax poured down a rapture no masturbation could match. Pre-cum was already dripping freely from the urethra.
"Hup…"
Anton could scarcely believe his own eyes. Miss Blair had taken his cock into her mouth. He had no words for the sensation. Like being sheathed in warm jelly, perhaps. She began scraping the underside of the rigidly erect head with her tongue.
"Haaah…"
A faint smile on her face, she playfully pursed her bright-red lips and moved them back and forth. He felt the thrill of a beautiful, innocent virgin caressing him with her mouth, and the pleasure of her tongue inside that warm, soft space. The forbidden knowledge that the student who had given him her first kiss was now sucking his cock left him unable to think straight.
Slurp… slurp…
Her mouth sucked in time with his climax. A cry of pure pleasure tore free. He was certain that every act of masturbation he had ever performed, all added together, could not equal this. Anton shuddered and shot the last of his semen into her mouth. His virgin cock poured an enormous load between her lips and finally went limp.
"Mmph…"
May took it all without a single look of distaste. Cheeks full of semen, she began to swallow little by little.
Gulp… gulp…
Anton's eyes were wide with astonishment. She had swallowed every drop he had spent. An indescribable satisfaction welled up in his chest. It must have tasted terrible… He had never tried it himself, but he imagined it sticky and strange.
"You didn't have to swallow…"
His flustered gaze found May's face.
"It's fine, Professor. It came from your body, after all."
With a perfectly natural expression she lifted the spent, drooping cock. Then, with red lips and a hot tongue, she began licking the head clean. Anton gently stroked her silver hair.