First Time Swallows

Ann owned a nice little red convertible VW Bug, which was, of course,
parked conveniently in the garage below our trysting spot. Our deal
had been that although within the walls of that garage apartment Ann
would treat me like the most intimate lover and sexual master, once
outside in the world we would behave as we always had – as strangers.
I decided to change that, at least partly.

I was taking the pictures she had promised to pose for:

Click – Ann standing at the window, demure, pretty, and completely nude.
A profile shot, accentuating her perfect breasts and the downy
quality of her pubic hair.

Click – Ann reclining on the sofa, pinup style, a smile on her face.

Click – Ann on her knees on the bed, her index finger perched in her
mouth, a teasing, questioning look on her face.

“Ann,” I said, thinking about what shot I wanted to take next. “What
would you say to a little drive around town?”

“I’d prefer to put my clothes back on first,” she said, wryly. She was
still kneeling on the bed, waiting for me to give her another pose
suggestion.

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She rode my dick like it was a wild horse, turning in mid-fuck to face
me, amazingly without letting my dick slide out of her cunt.
She came in short order, and I soon after that, responding as usual to
the flood of pussy juice that flowed from her and made her cunt even
more slippery. Ah, the wonders of the pill. Back then it was not as
easy to get, of course, but little rich girls like Ann Macafee could
always get what they wanted.

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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.

“You close?” she said, her eyes twinkling.

“Um, yeah. Pretty close.” I was damn close, in fact.

“Come in my mouth again.”

I was a little suprised at that, and my face must have shown it.

“I’m not on the pill,” she explained, then after a moment added, “and
yeah, I liked the feeling of your come in my throat.”

That did it. She was begging to drink my come. I could hold back no
further, and I pulled out and slid my groin up her chest, over her tits,
and let her take me deeply into her throat. In three hard sucks I was
coming, the feel of her firm tits against my ass accentuating the
experience. I must have come more the second time than the first,
because quite a bit leaked out the corners of her mouth.

After I pulled out, she scooped up the come from her cheeks and sucked
it off her fingers. Her espression was one of wild lust combined with
serene satisfaction. We laid on the bed together for at least an hour,
dozing in each other’s arms. Finally, I glanced at my watch and saw
that it was nearly 6:00. I had to get home.

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.

“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.

“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 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

I stroked and sucked her for perhaps five minutes, revelling in her
body, then sat back on the pillows and guided her face to my cock.
“Now, let’s see if you really are a `good little cocksucker’ Annie,” I
said, still tweaking her nipples.
She flashed me a look, but then opened her mouth and took the head of
my [...]

I arrived at the Garage apartment at 4:00, expecting to find her there.
I checked to make sure I was not seen, then entered through the side
door and up the plain wood staircase to the rooms above. The same key
that had opened the side door opened the door to the main room, and the
musty smell [...]

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I put my
precious roll of black and white film in a safe place and tried to make
the time pass quickly. I’d taken the photos on friday night, and
saturday I had a date with Theresa Mills. I thought about cancelling
it, since my mind was filled with distractions, but then I remembered
how nice a distraction Theresa could be, and I took her to the Lake.

Theresa was catholic, so her limits were pretty firm, but she had nice
tits and let me fondle and suck them while she jacked me off. All I
could think of as she stroked my cock was Bill Arnold’s dong in Ann
Macafee’s hand, and later in her mouth. I’d asked Theresa for a
blowjob before and been turned down, but I asked again. Her refusal,
the sweet lie that it was (“I’d love to suck this nice dick for you,
but it’s just too big for my little mouth”), was all the more
frustrating. I wanted to imagine it was Ann sucking me. Oh well. I
told her I was going to come and she increased her tempo and brought a
wad of kleenex to the tip to catch the flow. Such a well-prepared
girl.