First Time Swallows

“I really don’t care. You’re been getting your way all your life. Now
it’s your turn to do what someone else wants, ” I replied, and she
turned angrily away. “Besides, you didn’t `have to’ come like a damned
flood. Maybe you don’t like me, but you like this,” I said, lifting my
half-hard cock into my palm.

She turned back to face me, and stared at my cock, her lips parting
involuntarily and the tip of her tongue just touching her upper lip.
She turned away and was silent.

I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her from behind, my
hands cupping her breasts, my cock sliding across her ass. She wriggled
a bit, trying to get free, but I held her tight, feeling her nipples and
noticing how erect they were. Although she was certainly trying not to,
her hips were rotating ever so slightly, and I could feel her heart
pounding through her breasts.

She turned away and hugged her knees, her back to me, and still did not
say anything for several minutes. Then finally she said “I’ve never,
um, done that before” in a soft, high voice.

“You forget I have pictures of you doing it to Bill Arnold,” I said,
standing.

“No, I mean….” she turned her head and looked up at me, “I never
swallowed… it. I thought…” She drifted off.

“I felt my cock go into your throat when I came. I think that’s what
you felt. And my come going down your throat.” Talking like this was
making my cock stir again. Good, I thought, soon we go on to the next
step.

“Yes,” she said. After a moment she added “Your thing is so much bigger
than Randy’s – my boyfriend’s – or Bill’s. It was…. different.”

“You liked it, Annie.”

“Ann.”

“Yes. You did a good job, so it’s Ann. I can see this is going to be
a nice afternoon.” I smiled at her reaction, which was mild shock.

“You mean we’re not done?”

“Done?” I laughed. “We’re about as far from done as you can imagine.
And this is just today. I like this, Ann. I like this a lot. And in a
way, I think you do too.”

She would not answer, but instead rose and went to the sink, to get a
drink of water. After she finished her drink she turned to look at me.
Standing there at the sink, bathed in the sunlight coming through the
tattered curtains, she was lovelier than ever. I could see the moisture
still glistening on her chin and the insides of her thighs. “I’m doing
this because I have to. Don’t get the idea that I want this.”t