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.

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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.

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 […]

I could tell she was getting turned on - she increased her tempo and
began taking me deeper and deeper without my urging, and soon I felt
that I was very close to coming.
She pulled my dick from her mouth and licked it, eyes closed and an
expression on her face that was almost loving. She flicked […]

“Deeper? How can I? My mouth was full as it was. You’re too big.”
“I guess you’ll have to work something out. Oh, and use your hands to
jack the shaft and fondle my balls while you suck.” I leveled my gaze
at her, “Now. Get back to work.”
She took my cock […]

“Everything Annie. Take it all off now.” My voice was even and calm,
but definite.
“One favor, please?” She was actually begging, something I imagine
she’d never done before.
“Maybe.”
“Don’t call me Annie. That’s what that slime Bill Arnold called me.
Call me Ann.”
“We’ll see. If you do a good job and you earn it […]

“What kind of something?” Her voice was a whisper, her eyes locked onto
mine.
“A better something. Something very, very pleasant. Something like you
gave Bill Arnold.”
She bit her lip and shook her head.
“Something even better, perhaps.” I smiled the smile of the cat who ate
the canary.
She closed her eyes for a moment, then […]

She entered the shop about 5 minutes after the final bell would have
rung - I had cut all my afternoon classes too. I was amused to think
that she must have hurried indeed to get here so soon after school had
let out.
She looked around the shop, but most of the tables were empty. It […]

Ann Macafee was one of those girls you dream about but never get.
She hung around with the “in” crowd, which was a mixture of atheletes,
college-preps, and the stars of the drama club. You could see them at
every lunch hour, all clustered around the big live-oak in the central
quad, an invisible barrier of distain for […]

I was at McCracken’s Pub. It’s where I always went after we had a fight.
I wasn’t one to drown my sorrows in cheap gin, but I did need to just
get away. I was taking a sip of my club soda when I noticed the girl.
Girl, woman, babe, potential-horizontal-partner — whatever the current
nomenclature — […]

Jane moved up and kissed Ben on the lips, hard and deep. Their
tongues touched each other. Then Rita began to stroke Ben’s cock slowly
with her still-damp fingers. Jane moved her warm, damp slit up to Ben’s
face. His tongue gently reached out and licked her inner thigh. She
quivered […]

The three were good friends, as good as friends could be. Jane and
Rita had met in the sixth grade. Ben, he had always seemed to be there,
like a brother or a cousin. He lived in a house up on the hill, the two
girls lived at the foot. They could […]