First Time Swallows

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“Uhhhhhhh. No, don’t stop, I’m close,” she whined.

“I want to take some more pictures of you, Ann.” I moved my cock
slightly and rubbed a spot very near her clit with my thumb.

“No, no, oh you bastard. Make me come, oh, make me come.”

“You want my cock, Ann?”

“Oh god yes, make me come Sir Richard I want to come so bad…” she was
lifting her hips now, trying to fuck herself on my cock, but I pressed
her down with my hand and gave her only short, infrequent, shallow
strokes, just enough to make her crazy.

She was whimpering, almost crying. “Please, please, god I wanna
cooooome…”

“The pictures, Ann. Agree to the pictures and you can come. Say yes
and I’ll give you everything I’ve got.”

She started rubbing her tits and tweaking her nipples, trying to make
herself come, but it was no user. Finally she said “OK, OK, you can
take the fucking pictures…”

“You swear, Ann?”

“Yes, yes, now fuck meeeeeeee! Make me come!”

I laid into her with renewed vigor, and she came almost immediately, in
a warm and vast flood. As usual, her come made her pussy instantly
slicker and hotter, and I came too, our juices mixing inside her.
Afterwards, we lay for several minutes before she had the strength to
talk.

“That was shitty,” she said, but the bitterness in her voice was
distant, measured.

“I want what I want,” I replied. I had discovered in myself, through
this domination of our high school queen, a certain calm ruthlessness
that I had never known existed. I had not been as cruel to her as I
could have been, and that was a good thing to know too. I was strong,
but no monster.

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.