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.
"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 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.
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, childish 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.
"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 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 as she stared at the window.
"I think we could use some sheets on that bed, since I noticed you got mattress-button marks on your back, and maybe next time we should bring some refreshments. Think you can handle that, Ann?"
She was quiet for several moments, clearly thinking things out, then stood and began to pace around the room as she spoke.
"OK, look, I'm going to be honest here. I could try and tell you I hated this, but it would be a lie. I liked it."
"You loved it," I corrected her.
"Yes, alright, I loved it. And I want it to continue. But we have to have some ground rules." She looked at me to gauge my reaction, but I held my face passive. "OK, first, nobody finds out. Nobody at school knows anything different is happening between you and me. Second, I do you, but not your friends – you can't even tell them. Third, you bring rubbers so I don't get pregnant. Fourth, We don't do anything strange. You know, like tieing up or whipping or anything like that."
"What makes you think you're in a position to make conditions?" I asked calmly.
"Come on. You've been playing this tough-guy thing all afternoon, but you'd much rather go on fucking me than show those photos. We can reach an agreement here, can't we?"
"Perhaps. I'll address your points one by one. First, I don't have any intention of telling anyone anything – but one thing has to change."
"Which is?"
"Which is that you have to stop treating me like a fucking piece of furniture at school. When I say 'hi', you say 'hi' back, you know, just like I was a person."
She sniffed derisively, but did not argue.
"Second, my friends can find their own pussy. Third, rubbers will not be acceptable for either of us, believe me, so you go on the pill or continue to take me in your mouth. Lastly, 'strange' is in the eye of the beholder, but I'm not a kinky person. You will continue to do what I say, however."
"Pulling out and coming in my mouth is not foolproof."
"Then get the pill."
"OK. But I don't take it… in the ass."
"We'll see. What about Randy?"
"He's a hood ornament. I don't need him."
"What about Bill Arnold?"
She looked at me, and for a moment I pitied her. "He's my only coke connection. What can I do?"
"You're off coke, that's what. Look what it made you do… Besides, I'm gonna be taking up your free time with other pursuits."
She stood at the sink again, the light coming through the curtains now coming from a floodlight outside, and I flashed back to when she was standing there naked, my come on her chin and her come on her thighs.
Incredibly, I began to get hard again. Ah, 16.
"Okay," she finally said. "It's a deal."
She turned back to face me, and saw that I had drawn my cock from my pants and watched it standing erect. A clear lust appreared in her eyes.
"God, again?" she said, and smiled slightly despite herself.
"You have a noticeable effect on me when you stand at that window.
Let's see how your cocksucking technique is coming along."
One of the highlights of my life was when Ann Macafee, queen goddess of the school, unparalleled beauty, without hesitation and with the ease and obediance that comes from repeating a familiar duty, gracefully knelt down before me to take my cock into her pretty mouth.
Chapter 6 – The Pleasures of Ann
It was raining hard outside, the torrential blast pounding on the window over the sink, and she was taking me deeper than she ever had, my cock sliding not only into her throat, but far into it; so far that her chin rested between my balls on each long downstroke.
We were not on the bed. Through experimentation (wondrous hours of it) we had found that Ann could suck me best if I sat on the couch, my ass at the edge, while I lay back. Ann had brought several throw cushions from the main house ("Nobody uses that guest room anymore anyway") and we used them under the small of my back to make things comfortable for me.