First Time Swallows

“No,” she said, talking between her panting breaths, “but I only did it
once, a long time ago, and I’m not use to this.”

“Randy?” I asked, and gave her two short strokes.

“Ahhhhhhhhng, um, no, it was back in junior high. You don’t…..
ummmmmm…. know him.”

“Gotta know, Ann. Who got your cherry?” I stroked her again, each time
going fractionally deeper, and for several moments she did not reply,
her eyes closed, her teeth chewing her lower lip.

“Uh, Stuart Dawes. Jesus, oh, ummmmmmmmmmm. But his dick was ha-half
the size of yours, and… ohhhhhhhhhhh…. it lasted about 20
seconds…”

I gently pushed her tummy back down onto the bed, placed one hand on a
tit and held my cock with the other, and slid into her. She was
incredibly tight, and I could only get about half of my cock in her at
first, though she was very wet. Even so, her eyes popped open and her
mouth formed an “o” of suprise.

“Slow, slow, oh god, take it slow….” She was pushing at my chest with
her hands, trying to get me to back out.

“What’s wrong, Ann. You’re not a virgin are you?” I was teasing her,
but I also wanted to know.

“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.

“Unnnnnnngh,” she murmured, and her head twisted from side to side.

“Tell me you want it, Ann. Tell me you want me to fuck you.” I was
really enjoying this, though from time to time it seemed rather like a
dream, and I was afraid I might wake up.

“No…let me go…” she whispered, but her legs parted farther, and I
felt her reach around to touch my cock with her fingertips. When she
found it, she emitted a little gasp and wrapped her hand around it,
jarking the shaft slowly.

I bent down and whispered in her ear, “You want in Ann, don’t you? You
want my cock…”

“No…no…” her voice weak and uncertain.

“Yes you do, I can feel your nipples, your heartbeat. I’ll bet your
pussy is getting wet.” I reached down with my right hand, and she tried
to fend me off, but it was obviously a half-hearted attempt. My hand
stole between her legs, and I felt them part slightly. Her pussy lips
were puffy and her hole was soaking wet.