Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Swallowed...

At the end of my junior year of high school, a pixie-ish blonde from the Midwest named Leanne transferred to my high school. She was outgoing, funny and had the cutest little accent - a sprightly drawl that betrayed her intellect and artistic prowess. Her freckled cheeks were always poised on top of a welcoming smile and accompanied by a sly wink.

Leanne and I became fast friends, hanging out in local coffee shops, sharing our bad poetry (okay, being the daughter of one of the lesser known beat poets, hers was actually pretty good) and trolling record shops together. So, it seemed pretty natural when we shared a kiss, started dating, and even when she shared her virginity with me within a few weeks of meeting. And while that is a story in and of itself, it’s not what I wanted to recall with this post. No, I wanted to recount (and in so doing, re-live) the first time Leanne (or any woman, for that matter) swallowed a load of my cum.

I wasn’t a virgin when I met Leanne; I had a steady girlfriend, Janine, during my sophomore year, with whom I had first done the "dirty deed”. Janine, a taller brunette with gorgeous blue eyes (they still mesmerize me when I see her every few years) and luscious curves, was willing to put in her time, occasionally running her tongue around the swollen head of my cock… a couple times even sliding her mouth up and down the length of my cock before letting me fuck her. But it was clear that she wasn’t really into it… she was just reciprocating for the lengthy tongue-lashings I had given her (gladly). But when pressed for a proper blowjob, Janine always begged off, citing her TMJ.

But Leanne was different, she seemed interested, but a little afraid… and I didn’t press her. I loved licking her, lapping at her pert nipples and the way her tight little pussy gripped me (we were young and dumb, but damn did it feel good when she rode me bareback). And I was as perfectly content... as any 17 yo boy who was routinely getting laid by a cute, smart, funny 16 yo girl could be. But Leanne wanted to try… often giving it a thought… once giving it a few licks on a neighborhood playground slide in the middle of the night, another time taking the first two or three inches into her mouth in the front seat of my car outside her house. But she quickly retreated each time, afraid of taking the whole thing and gagging (I think her older sister had told her a few horror stories that stuck with her).

But the weekend before we returned for school, everything changed. Leanne and I joined a few friends for a bonfire on the beach... an end of summer blowout. It was pure Bacchinalian revelry (on a high school scale) and a few hours and drinks later, we were sober enough to drive home. Cutting through a then undeveloped back road which had only recently been graded for the coming onslaught of industrial parks and tract homes, we pulled off to admire a little oasis. On the side of the road, lay what must have been a mandated greenbelt… the sort of concession big corporations make in exchange for tilling miles and miles of previously undisturbed land. But this one was unique. It contained a waterfall, a good-sized pond and was ringed by what looked like willow trees.

Realizing this was our last weekend of freedom and wanting to milk every last second out of it, we pulled over, pulled out our beach blanket and decided to listen to the roar of the water cascading over the rocks while doing a little star gazing. We lie there, content… staring up at a full, clear sky. She put her head on my chest and played with the little wisps of her blonde hair while we discussed our schedules for the upcoming year. And, we enjoyed the silence.

I continued to play with her hair as she ran her hand across my stomach, slowly moving further and further south with each stroke… until her had was stroking my quickly growing cock through my cargo shorts. I gasped a little when she slid her hand inside my shorts and gave a firm tug on my cock, excited by the prospect of having her ride me out here… on the side of a relatively deserted, but nonetheless public road. I closed my eyes, enjoying her touch, and lifted my hips, allowing her to push my shorts down over my hips. The summer air was still warm, but it was a cool crisp breeze I felt on my cock as she slid down, her head now laying on my stomach and she closely watched my cock while stroking it. I returned the favor, quickly sliding my hand down the small of her back and over he skirt, which I then pulled up over her hips. I plunged my hand down the back of her panties, stopping briefly over her little asshole, but quickly moving on, and into, her tiny damp slit. She moaned. I teased the tip of my finger between her lips as I felt her hot breath on my cock, which stiffened even more (if that was possible).

I was all ready for Leanne to roll over, pull her panties to the side and mount me, the way she knew I loved to fuck her, but instead I felt the warm grip of her mouth slide over the head of my cock. I was shocked… and my heart raced even faster than before. And just as quickly as she had taken me in her mouth, she took me out… much as I had anticipated… and I tried to roll her over on me, but she resisted.

Instead, Leanne ran her tongue in circles around the tip as she lightly wrapped her hand around the base of my cock and stroked it. This was certainly more oral play that I was used to receiving from her and I loved it! So, you can imagine my surprise when she lifted her head for a brief second, looked at me with a sly grin, and then resumed… sliding her mouth all the way down to the base.

Shielded by the row of willows, a car drove past just as I thrust my hips skyward, instinctively wanting to bury my cock in her mouth. And I did! And I knew it instantly as Leanne let out a gasp and made a gagging sound. I immediately attempted to straighten up and apologize. But before I could say or do any thing, she put her mouth back around me and reached back for my hand, which she then lead to the back of her head. I stammered a response, asking if she was serious and she managed an “mmhmm” with her mouth full of my cock. And that was all I needed…

I tangled my fingers up in Leanne’s hair and felt her slowly bob up and down on my shaft. She kept up that languid, torturous pace for a minute or two before I started to guide her… first, lifting my hips up to her mouth to match her strokes and eventually pushing her mouth down and lifting it up at the pace that I desired.

Leanne was a real trooper, purring and cooing as I fucked her mouth. And I was so emboldened by the experience, my hand on the back of her head, using her mouth as my lil fucktoy, that I slid my hand back down inside her panties and into her now dripping pussy. She squirmed in delight and began sucking my cock faster, with no help from me.

And that was just about it…. I pulled my sopping wet finger from her lil cunny and slid it about two inches deep into her ass. And there, in the open air, in the middle of the night, with the occasional car obliviously passing by, a sky full of stars, my middle finger up this little hottie’s ass and my cock buried in her mouth, I started REALLY fucking her mouth for everything it was worth… perhaps a little too roughly, but she didn’t complain… and it only took 90 seconds of loud, slopping mouth fucking before I let loose… a thick, hot torrent of cum deep in the back of Leanne’s mouth. She gagged a little at first, but quickly recovered… and swallowed… a sensation that inspired me to unload again… and a third time… Leanne gulping down everything I had to offer.

Mmm… easily one of the two or three best fuck buddies I’ve had in my life (and one I kept well in my 20’s, until we moved across country from one another). And, yes, I still talk to Leanne… still flirt with her incessantly and occasionally think about what it’d be like to bury my cock deep in her throat one more time. Perhaps… only time will tell. But I do know that ever since that night I’ve had an obsession with the girls who give sloppy, wet blowjobs…. The women who let me use their mouth to pleasure myself and who drink down every last drop of my cum… and thank me for it!

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Technically…

Dammitall! Saw a picture earlier today that reminded me of a reunion I had with a college girlfriend that was both unsatisfying and capable of burning a spot in my memory as one of the greatest teases of my young life (I was only 21 at the time). Unfortunately, I can’t find the pic, but will post it when I do. In the meantime, enjoy the story.

Looking back, I don’t know what the hell I was racing toward, but I managed to push through and finish my undergraduate studies two quarters before the rest of my classmates. As an acting student, I made the logical move and stuck around in L.A., auditioning for and landing the occasional bit part in crappy ABC After School Specials and Crime Re-enactment shows… nothing to write home about.

But when June came around I was happy to return to campus to see my friends and take part in the graduation ceremonies… It was bound to be one big party! And, while I wouldn’t admit it to anyone at the time, I was eager to see Jennifer, the girl I had dated for the better part of my junior year.

Jen was a year ahead of all of us and, while not a great actress, she was beautiful and tall… six feet tall to be exact. She was too curvy to have real success as a runway model, but she was attractive enough to get print work gigs in Europe. And that was the very thing that broke us up. I had a year (or one quarter, as it turned out) of studies ahead of me and she had months of work in Europe. We had both seen the writing on the wall from a mile away and it had made from a relatively painless split (though probably easier for her than me, as she was going off to new adventures and I felt tethered to school when I was ready to move on… but I digress… back to the party).

So, I made the short trek back to campus without my new girlfriend, who had clearly expressed her discomfort in my seeing and partying with not only Jennifer, but a couple ex’s, but she was busing shooting an indie slasher film and her late night call prevented her from joining me. Still, I had reassured her that I wasn’t going back to stick my dick in anyone… just to celebrate with my college friends one last time.

The party itself didn’t disappoint. My last roommate, Charity, was the daughter of a Hollywood producer and she’d convinced her parents to give us the run of the guest house (which was bigger and had more rooms than and normal house I’d ever lived in). So, we drank, smoked a little pot and traded embarrassing stories of stupidity and revelry we had carved out together over the past 3+ years.

As the night wore on people begged off until it was down to my core friends, my two roommates from senior year (both platonic girlfriends), their boyfriends, and Jennifer, who, up until this point, I hadn’t really talked to much. But with little prodding we all quickly changed and reconvened at the Jacuzzi, enjoying another drink or three and the view of the tiny, sparkling lights in the canyon below.

With the two couples cozying up, Jen and I had a chance to catch up. I heard all about her travels across Europe and her shoots in Italy and Ireland… her short lived morning show gig in San Francisco and I tried to impress her with my tales of low level success in L.A. But before I could bury my foot too deep in my mouth, the other couples dried off and departed for their respective bedrooms.

We sat there awkwardly for a few second before Jen got up and began toweling herself off.

“I’m gonna take the room next to the kitchen, if you want to join me,” she said flatly, walking off and leaving me to look at her shapely ass as she strolled away.



I sat for a few minutes, enjoying my buzz… the view… and the thought of sleeping with Jen one more time. I also thought about my new girlfriend, Leanne, and the promise I had made to her.

Now, to be honest, Jen and I had never really had an amazing sex life. She was very attractive, but wasn’t particularly uninhibited in the bedroom. She did have a huge mane of curly reddish brown hair and huge (DD) breasts that were, frankly, too much. (I’ve always maintained that anything more than a handful is just a waste.) And, perhaps most importantly, she had an amazing pair of long legs… certainly my weakness, then and now. I know now that I was VERY into her, because I can remember fondly the smell of her sweat and the taste of the salt on her skin… the kind of thing you can only appreciate when you are completely into someone. But again, I digress…

So, after what seemed like an hour, but was probably more like three of four minutes I got up and walked through the house, across the terra cotta tiles… dripping all the way. My mind still wasn’t made up.

I grabbed my clothes and headed into the bathroom, peeling off my wet trunks and sobering up a wee bit under the blaze of the bathroom lights. I quickly threw on a pair of shorts and began buttoning up my shirt as I walked out… until I caught a glimpse of Jennifer. In the darkened room I could barely make her out by the spill of bathroom light. She was laying on the bed, face down… naked. I flipped off the bathroom light and then stood at the door… remembering.


I stood there for a minute or two, my eyes adjusting to the darkness and watching her grind her hips. Her hand was underneath her… clearly, she was playing with herself. I watched, mesmerized by the cocktail of temptation and weed. I shook myself and quickly thought better of it, but entered the room anyhow. By now my eyes were adjusting and took in the gorgeous curves of her long, long body. Her eyes were closed… her smile wide. And it widened when she heard me step inside the room.

“I was hoping you’d join me,” she drunkenly growled.

I cut her off, “No, I’m just admiring the view… told the girlfriend I wasn’t sticking my dick anywhere it didn’t belong tonight!”

Without opening her eyes, her mouth pursed into a disapproving frown. “Your loss!”


I stood there and took in the show, again, for what seemed like hours, until she chided me… “If you’re just gonna watch, take a seat… enjoy the show!”

I crossed to the bed and then away, opening the curtains and letting the moonlight spill across her body. I returned to gently sat on the foot of the bed, her feet pointed toward either corner. While we had been together for about 9 months and had fucked and sucked countless times, I had never watched her masturbate. But with several drinks in her, she wasn’t feeling any inhibitions… and I was loving it!

Jen slowly rubbed at her clit, then slid a finger inside herself, her free hand sliding under her body to take the position of the first on her clit. The sight was amazing! I watched intently, slowly scooting closer and closer until my hand was on the back of her thigh. She twitched at my touch and quickly removed her hands. Embarrassed, I pulled my hand away until she slid her hand back across her stomach and between her legs… ass tilting up and her fingers splaying her lips for my benefit. My hand quickly returned to her thigh, running up and down her legs until my hand was just under the curve of her ass.

“You sure?” she purred. “I’m won’t tell anyone you took advantage of me… I won’t tell anyone anything, “ she teased.

I didn’t say anything. Just kept caressing her leg.

“Alright, well… I admire your integrity, but know… you’re free to join me”

That wasn’t a bad idea. Before she uttered another word, I began tearing off my shorts and wrapping my hand around my cock. One hand working the back of her thigh, the other working myself over.

In perhaps a final attempt to persuade me, Jen rolled onto her back and spread her legs… looking down the length of the bed at me… her eyes making contact first with mine, then gazing down to the sight of me stroking my cock, now faster and faster.

I had forgotten that she just trimmed up underneath, her lips neatly exposed, but leaving a good, thick patch of hair above. My eyes trained up and down her body as she continued to rub her clit in tiny circles, her eyes locked on mine. I climbed closer, kneeling between her legs until my knees were caressing the back of her thighs, her calves thrown over mine.

I was poised to slide my cock inside her, but didn’t want to, both because of the promise I had made and because I was enjoying the tension of NOT fucking her. So, when she reached out for me cock, I brushed her hand away, grabbed her wrist and guided her hand back to her eager pussy. Jen grinned a sly grin, then buried her finger deep inside herself and slowly pulling it out.

Everything continued to seem like it was in slow motion. I remember how her finger glistened in the moonlight… how her huge breasts seemed to slide off her chest and undulated slowly in time to her hips gyrations, her nipples stiff and pointing up like a couple bullets. I remember how she her gaze never left mine, even as my eyes searched her body, until the moment overtook me and I let loose… a thick torrent that shot across her body, painting her stomach and tits in little pools of cum. Jennifer closed her eyes, enjoyed the feeling of me spraying cum across her and sped up her gyrations until she reached her own climax, the sight of which coaxed a second round out of me, this time my pearly jizz dribbled across the thatch of reddish brown hair between her legs and down onto her freshly shaved lips.



I collapsed. I was stoned out of my mind, still incredibly turned on by NOT fucking her and a little proud of myself for finding a way to get off with her without, technically, breaking my promise. And as I lay there, trying to catch my breath, Jen got up and headed to the bathroom. The last thing I remember that night was the sound of her turning on the shower for a quick rinse off shower…

When I woke up, our host knocking on the door and finding us naked and curled up together, we were both a bit unsure how to act. At breakfast, everyone acted as though nothing had happened. We had a few more laughs, attempted to sober up with a couple pots of coffee, got into our respective cars and drove away. Didn’t talk again for years… until a few months back, when she sent me Facebook friend request with the simple note:

“Damn you for being so technical!”

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

3P Subject #1 - Praxilla



Gorgeous, no? Now, I'm not inclined to say much about these pictures (especially the ones, like this, that I didn't take myself), as I think they speak for themselves. That said, you're welcome to comment, so long as you keep it kind.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

3P (aka the pretty pussy project)


So, I'm trying to build my portfolio and need your help. I'm happy to shoot your boudoir, softcore, hardcore needs for free... just tell me what you have in mind. But I'm also looking for women who are confident in the beauty of their pussy. If you're intrigued by the idea of taking an anonymous pic (like the one above) and possibly having it posted here, let me know. As for parameters of the project... i prefer natural light, so daytime availability (sunrise or sunset is best) is optimal, but much can be done with indoor lighting. I also love the look of red or blonde hair glowing in natural light, but am happy to work with women of any hair color... at any level (or lack) or shavedness. Shoot me a message (wildthroats@yahoo.com) if you're interested and, hopefully, living in the PNW.