First Time Swallows

First time swallows
I decided I wanted to get some more photographs of Ann, for my private collection. I wanted nudes, of course, and perhaps even a shot or two of her loving my dick with her mouth or pussy. She had initially refused: "No. That's too much. You've got enough pictures of me already, and look where they've got me." "Ann..." "I'm doing everything you ask. I'm sucking your dick, I'm letting you fuck me. I'm doing my part, even getting good at it. No more pictures." She looked determined. It occurred to me immediately to threaten her with publication of the photos I did have, but I was not sure that would work. She knew that I would rather fuck her than ruin her, and it took some of my power away so long as she continued to put out. But I had noticed her obsession building and decided to try and use it. I said nothing more about the photos until about twenty minutes later, while we were fucking. I had her on her back, and was pumping her pussy with long, deep strokes while thumbing her clit with my left hand. I had taken care not to give her too much too fast, since her orgasms were slower in arriving but much more intense when I took my time in this way. When I sensed that she was about to come - her back was arching, her face was intense, her thighs quivvering - I abruptly stopped, my dick halfway in her, and held my position.

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My personal favorite was something of the reverse; she on her back on the bed, a pillow under her ass, while I pumped her pussy. Conventional, but satisfying. I did not get as deep that way, but the look of her in that position, her tits swaying, her hair splayed out on the bed; well, let's just say it was magical in its own way. Ann, of course, would do whatever I said. That was the amazing part. We had met nearly every school-day afternoon at her parent's garage apartment for the past three weeks, sucking and fucking for an hour or two, and it seemed that each day she had become more and more willing. It had come down to the point that when I arrived she was always there, always naked, and always eager to get started immediately. On two occasions, on days when I'd been slightly delayed, I could tell she had masturbated before I had arrived. She wanted my dick, pure and simple. She'd even named it "Sir Richard", which she'd told me once as I was fitting it into her snug cunt: "Ohhhhhhhhh, now let's get Sir Richard all the way in Ann's little pussy..." My eyebrows had arched at that. "Sir Richard?" "Push, push, mmmmmmmmmmm. Richard, love, as in 'dick.' Oh, hurry up, and slide him alllllllllll the way inside me..." That had been a week ago, and it seemed to me that she was by this time as passionately interested in our situation as I was. If not more.

And deep she took me. Ann had become, in the three weeks since our arrangment had begun, obsessed with my cock. Sucking it deeply, taking absolutely all of it until there was not even a fraction of an inch left to push down her throat, had become a personal challenge. She also claimed that she never failed to have at least two orgasms while sucking my dick. She had also perfected our fucking techniques, finding that doggie style, her kneeling on the bed and I standing behind her, was the second best position in terms of depth and angle. The best position, she claimed (and I had to agree, actually) was where I lay on my back on the bed, one of our infamous throw cushions under my ass, and she staddled me, lowering her pussy onto my dick. She would lean forward slightly until her tits were pressed into my extended hands, and then slide her cunt up and down on my dick, her hips twitching and bucking as the pressure on her clit drove her to delirium.

Ann would then kneel between spread legs - she found that she liked them
spread wide - to suck me. She put two of the throw cushions on the
floor for her to kneel on, this giving her the proper angle to deep
throat me.

She would begin my jacking my shaft with both hands, gently, while she
licked the tip and glans, slavering her tongue all over my dickhead and
allowing a stream of her saliva to trickle down to my balls. Then she’d
suck my balls lightly until the dripping abated, after which she’d
return to the head and lick some more. She was waiting for my precome
ooze to reach the proper state - enough to lubricate my shaft. She had
found that with enough lubrication of this kind she could take me as
deeply as she wanted to, with no discomfort.

It was raining hard outside, the torrential blast pounding on the
window over the sink, and she was taking me deeper than she ever had,
my cock sliding not only into her throat, but far into it; so far that
her chin rested between my balls on each long downstroke.

We were not on the bed. Through experimentation (wondrous hours of it)
we had found that Ann could suck me best if I sat on the couch, my ass
at the edge, while I lay back. Ann had brought several throw cushions
from the main house (”Nobody uses that guest room anymore anyway”) and
we used them under the small of my back to make things comfortable for
me.

She turned back to face me, and saw that I had drawn my cock from my
pants and watched it standing erect. A clear lust appreared in her
eyes.
“God, again?” she said, and smiled slightly despite herself.
“You have a noticeable effect on me when you stand at that window.
Let’s see how your cocksucking technique is coming along.”
One of the highlights of my life was when Ann Macafee, queen goddess of
the school, unparalleled beauty, without hesitation and with the ease
and obedience that comes from repeating a familiar duty, gracefully
knelt down before me to take my cock into her pretty mouth.

She sniffed derisively, but did not argue.

“Second, my friends can find their own pussy. Third, rubbers will not
be acceptable for either of us, believe me, so you go on the pill or
continue to take me in your mouth. Lastly, ’strange’ is in the eye of
the beholder, but I’m not a kinky person. You will continue to do what
I say, however.”

“Pulling out and coming in my mouth is not foolproof.”

“Then get the pill.”

“OK. But I don’t take it… in the ass.”

“We’ll see. What about Randy?”

“He’s a hood ornament. I don’t need him.”

“What about Bill Arnold?”

She looked at me, and for a moment I pitied her. “He’s my only coke
connection. What can I do?”

“You’re off coke, that’s what. Look what it made you do… Besides,
I’m gonna be taking up your free time with other pursuits.”

She stood at the sink again, the light coming through the curtains now
coming from a floodlight outside, and I flashed back to when she was
standing there naked, my come on her chin and her come on her thighs.
Incredibly, I began to get hard again.
“Okay,” she finally said. “It’s a deal.”

“OK, look, I’m going to be honest here. I could try and tell you I
hated this, but it would be a lie. I liked it.”

“You loved it,” I corrected her.

“Yes, alright, I loved it. And I want it to continue. But we have to
have some ground rules.” She looked at me to gauge my reaction, but I
held my face passive. “OK, first, nobody finds out. Nobody at school
knows anything different is happening between you and me. Second, I
do you, but not your friends - you can’t even tell them. Third, you
bring rubbers so I don’t get pregnant. Fourth, We don’t do anything
strange. You know, like tieing up or whipping or anything like that.”

“What makes you think you’re in a position to make conditions?” I asked
calmly.

“Come on. You’ve been playing this tough-guy thing all afternoon, but
you’d much rather go on fucking me than show those photos. We can reach
an agreement here, can’t we?”

“Perhaps. I’ll address your points one by one. First, I don’t have any
intention of telling anyone anything - but one thing has to change.”

“Which is?”

“Which is that you have to stop treating me like a fucking piece of
furniture at school. When I say ‘hi’, you say ‘hi’ back, you know, just
like I was a person.”

She got up when I did, and we stepped into the living room and dressed
in silence. Once we were dressed, I gently took her by the shoulders
and sat her on the couch, then sat next to her.

“Well now,” I said, “that was a very nice beginning, don’t you think?”

She nodded, her face very thoughtful as she stared at the window.

“I think we could use some sheets on that bed, since I noticed you got
mattress-button marks on your back, and maybe next time we should bring
some refreshments. Think you can handle that, Ann?”

She was quiet for several moments, clearly thinking things out, then
stood and began to pace around the room as she spoke.

Kelly gets face fucked

She began to come, her orgasm reaching an intensity that was almost
scary. Her face and breasts went bright pink, her face grimaced, and
her hands gripped her knees so hard that the knuckles went white. I was
loving the feeling, but since I had just come I had no problem holding
back, maintaining myself on that delicious plateau a man reaches just
before his orgasm begins. As her orgasm peaked, she began to talk
again, breathy, in a high voice:

“Owwwwwwww, yeah, yeah, ummmmmmmmmmm, fuck it, fuck it, god, I love it,
ooooooooooo… do me, do me, god, your dick…”

Fianlly she subsided, her hips lowering back onto the mattress, her
hands relaxing and letting her knees slip away. She smiled the smile of
the satisfied and wrapped her legs around my back, linking her ankles.

I laughed a little, which made her look at my face. Stuart Dawes had
been an aquaintance of mine in junior high, though I guess he had moved
away since I had not seen him in high school. He had claimed to have
fucked Ann Macafee after the CIF basketball finals, but no one had
believed him.

Thanks for priming her, Stuart, I thought, and began to fuck her in
earnest.

All protest from her ended as her pussy spread itself wide for me. She
was holding onto her knees, spreading them as far as she could, and in
ten smooth strokes I was buried in her cunt up to my balls. This was
te best fuck of my life - she was so tight, so smooth, the internal
contours of her pussy forming a perfect sheath for my hard dick, and we
pumped like a german machine.

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"Tell me. Tell me you want me to fuck you." "Ummmm. Yes, OK, I want it." Her voice cracked, and she began breathing very hard. "Want what?" "Want your... cock." "Want it where? Want me to do what with my cock?" I began to stroke her clit against her pubic bone, and her hips bucked. "Ohhhhhhhhh. Oh, fuck me with your cock, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..." She turned and wrapped her arms around my neck, and I felt her tongue probe my ear. I picked her up in my arms and carried her to the small bedroom, which was right off the living room. I laid her down on the bare mattress, her ass just on the edge, and spread her legs wide. Her pussy, such a small, cute little rosebud, stretched and parted, the lips glistening in the afternoon light. I rubbed the tip of my cock against those lips and up onto her clit and she went wild, her shoulders and head thrashing back and forth, her back arching.