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.

teen swallows
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 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 [...]

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 — [...]