Swallowed...

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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!”

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.

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.

le arc de triomphe

I can think of few sights that make me want to instantly explode like looking down to see a woman take you out of her mouth and seeing a string of your cum mixed with her saliva arcing between the tip of your cock and her lips and/or tongue. mmm... also doesn't hurt if she's staring up at you, eager to be reassured that she's pleasing you.

a thousand words...?

okay, i've been more than a little lax in my postings of late. life does that. soooo... if a picture truly is worth a thousand words, i thought i'd try something new... a few pics that i find... arousing. perhaps they'll inspire you. perhaps they'll inspire me to write a little something something...

oh, and given that they're just lifted from the interwebs, I'm assuming they're all public domain. if you see your image and you'd like it taken down, just say as much and i'll do so immediately.

Photo Finish

To help me celebrate my recent birthday, a group of friends dragged me out to a local bar… though it wasn’t much of a drag given that the bar is just two blocks from my home.  It was a good time… lots of friends, lots of drinks, plenty of flirting.  AND… all my drinks were free, courtesy of Christine, the alt/indie bartender with whom I made it a habit of flirting.

I’m partial to a somewhat complicated cocktail and Christine never cuts any corners... and that means plenty of time to chat.  She’s super cute, maybe all of 5”2… jet black (clearly dyed), short, spikey hair… a series of retro/vintage tats across her chest and arms… smallish breasts… and an amazing, round little ass I notice every time she bends over behind the bar.

So, my flirtation with Christine has grown over the months since I started frequenting bar.  I spent a week or two just observing her… then started chatting her up, emboldened by the fact I was convinced she was a lesbian, given the way she lit up when the cute ladies chatted her up.

When she learned that I was a director, Christine began teasing me… insisting that I worked in porn.  And I played along, telling her that I was actually there on business, scouting for new “talent”.  She’d always point out the cute girls and was actually quite the wingman, often hooking me up with the girls she wasn’t able to seduce.

But on my birthday, a Friday night, things were too hectic for anything more than a quick flirt… a couple winks across the bar and a mysteriously disappearing bar tab.

And with all the free drinks flying my way, I was quickly DRUNK… beyond my comfort level.  So, I stepped out and went for a walk around 1:15 to sober up a bit… last thing I wanted was to get sick.

Having begged off with my friends, I headed home and went straight for the water and Advil.  Then my cell beeped… it was my friend Brandon, except the message wasn’t from him…

“think u can jst skip out on yr tab, eh?  Xtine”

I thought... I hoped… she was teasing, so I quickly called up the bar and got her on the phone, explaining that I’d be more than happy to work off the tab with sexual favors.

“Yes, I’m sure you are… but what’s in it for ME,” was her quick, witty retort.

“I just thought you’d want to help me out with my snuff… er…. photography fetish… you know, on my birthday,” I explained/pleaded.

“Alright, well…. I’ll meet you in the middle.  Gimmie your address and I’ll come over and be your personal bartender…. One night only… got me?”

I did!  Confused, a bit… unsure if this was a come on or just a friendly act.  Either way, I rushed to throw all my dirty laundry in a closet and sweep up all the dishes under the sink…. Just in case.

When Christine arrived about half hour later, I had downed enough red bull to be experiencing my third wind.  And she was bearing all the ingredients for my drink.

“Sorry I didn’t get a chance to chat you up tonight, but as you saw, it was a madhouse,” she offered as she set up shop in my kitchen.

She stared at me for a hot second and then taunted, “Go… make yourself useful… music…now!” she commanded, adding as I began to sifted through my CD collection, “and, for the love of god, please don’t assume I’m one of those Indigo Girls listenin’ lesbians!”

She must have sensed my intrigued grin from the other room, because she quickly followed it up with,

“But keep your panties on…. my GIRLfriend and I have a strict ‘look, but don’t touch’ policy”

Yeah, she was on to me.  Still, the flirtation was fun… certainly more fun than I had had shooting the shit with a bunch of guys earlier.

I threw on something safe… the Clash.  Who could object?

Ok, so admittedly it took me a good two minutes for my witty retort, but none the less I came back with,

“Hmmm… well, that’ll play nicely into my photography feti…” is what I started to say as she walked into the room, a drink in each hand… and pantsless.

She smiled at my stunned silence, walked over to me, placed my drink on the coffee table in front of me and then made herself comfortable in my club chair.. crossing her legs for effect.

Mmmm… her skin was alabaster, and while she was short of stature, she was all legs.  Her ratty t-short rested on her hips and I could just barely make out a lil triangle of her bright red panties.

Christine waited… I was unsure what to do… awkward silence…

She smiled… sipped at her drink… waited.  And then, before she could open her mouth and taunt me some more, I bolted to bookcase, and grabbed my camera.  I wasn’t about to ask if she was kidding.

I started snapping pics.  First, of her face… then her feet…

“So, mister director man…. What’s your game plan… what’s our theme?” she purred.

“Well, your girlfriend said ‘look, but don’t touch’ right?  Well, I’m hoping that doesn’t apply to touching yourself!”

Obviously intrigued, she slowly uncrossed her legs as I snapped up picture after picture of her hips.  Christine tossed back the rest of her drink, grinned broadly and then began to slide her hand under the waistband of her lil French cut panties.  But I grabbed her wrist... stopping her…

“No, I’m the director here… and I’ll tell you when… now, be a good model and rub yourself through your panties first.”

She was a bit surprised at first, but also excited…. Biting her lip and rubbing herself in tiny circles right through her panties, pull them tight so I could see and shoot the outline of her swelling lips.

Now, I’ve had fun taking sexy pics with girlfriends before, but never with someone I had never slept with.  And the fact that I couldn’t touch her made my heart pound all that much more. 

I instructed her, “Rub up and down the length of your pussy… get those panties nice and wet!”

She did as told, throwing one leg over the arm of the chair, tilting her had back and closing her eyes.  Tiny little moans emanated from deep inside her as her hips began to roll.

“No, no, no… you can’t cum yet… we’re just getting started,” I explained, pulling her hand away and taking several close ups of her damp panties.  She looked disappointed, but obeyed.

“Now, slowly… VERY slowly, hook your finger under the leg hole of your panties and pull them to the side,” I directed.

And as she did, her eyes trained on my the whole time as she exposed her shaved lil slit, I took a series of pics of her juices arcing between her naked lips and the damp, cottony gusset of her panties.

I backed up slightly, kneeling between her legs nd resting my hand on her thigh.  I simply told her, “Ok, do what you do,” and pointed the camera back between her legs.

Christine didn’t waste any time, rubbing her pussy for me and my camera.  She acted like I wasn’t here… eyes closed, loud moans, fingers alternating between flicking her clit back and forth and sliding in and out of her tiny, but oh-so-wet little pussy.

And I took dozens of pics, my head spinning with drink, her moans, the sticky wet noises coming from between her legs and the smell of her pussy.  I loved that she was letting me shoot her, but I wanted to get off… badly!

It didn’t get any easier as her free hand slid up under her tee and began folding her breasts until I could see her pert nipples sticking up.

“Take it off!” I casually suggested.  She opened her eyes for the first time, sat up and slowly peeled her shirt off, exposing her perfect small, but pert b cups… nipples rock hard… both with little bars through them.

The sight was too much.  Christine could see how hard I was through my jeans and enjoyed teasing me.   She pulled a hand out of her pussy and rubbed the sticky cum onto her nipple before licking it clean, then traced her finger just under the bulge in my pants…

“mmm… you’re gonna use these pics… like the second I leave, aren’t you?” she taunted, then stuck her fingers back in her mouth.

I took a few pics of her hard, wet nipples and then began to unbutton myself, countering,

“I might not even wait that long!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa...” she straightened up.  “I said ‘look, don’t touch’”

“Oh, I heard you… but I assumed that I was free to touch myself”

She looked uncertain, but as I pulled myself out, and she saw the effect she had had on my cock, she nodded her consent and went back to rubbing herself, really working hard to put on a show for me… trying to get me off.

I did my best to keep a cool, calm face as I shot her with my right hand and stroked myself with my left.

Christine slid down in the chair, threading her legs between mine so that she was rubbing her self directly below me.  Laying on her back, looking up at me, mouth open, licking her lips… Christine flicked her tongue out at me.

I leaned down and stroked my cock, the tip just an inch away from her mouth, which she opened wide.

“Spit on it!” I directed her.

“What?”

“Go, on.. spit on it… I need…” Before I could finish she lashed her tongue out and lapped the lil dew drop of pre-cum and swirled her tongue around the tip… all of which I photographed eargerly, then…

I grabbed her… my hand on her jaw, holding her firmly in place.  She struggled a bit against my hold, but didn’t stop rubbing herself as I explained,

“We had an arrangement… parameters… look… don’t touch… now, you pull something like that and I’m gonna want to...”

And with that I plunged the entire length of my cock straight down into her mouth.  Her eyes glazed over with tears as my balls rested on her chin.

I quickly pulled out.  She gasped and I admired how well lubed my cock now was.  She st up a bit and looked at me… unsure if I was pissed… or still playing.  I cleared it up with a quick,

“Don’t let me get there first…” as I began stroking my cock again, faster and faster.

Christine rolled her eyes back in her head and went back to work…. Furiously stroking her clit with one hand, the other alternating between pinching her nipples and snaking in and out of her swollen slit.

Now, there are few things that turn me on as much, as quickly, as watching a woman cum… So, as Christine started lifting her hips, breathing hard, her chest turning flush with the approaching orgasm, I felt my balls growing tighter… my shaft growing thicker in my hand.  And when her lips parted to let out a first labored breath as her twitched underneath me, I aimed my cock at her parted lips.

She was too deep, too far into her own orgasm, to accommodate me, but I managed to paint her parted lips with my cum.  Her eyes shot open and she looked surprised, almost as if she forgot where she was for a second.  I grinned and then aimed my second load all over her tits.  She smiled back and continued to work herself over… maintaining eye contact the whole time as she writhed under me… glistening with my cum splattered all over her mouth, neck and tits.

I stepped back and took a million pictures of the gloriously sticky aftermath.  She caught her breath.

I handed the camera to Christine, showed her where the delete button was and told her to delete anything she was uncomfortable with.  I watched her sit up and begin to scan through the photos.  Then I headed for the bathroom, turning on the shower and yelling back, teasing:

“You’re welcome to join me for a rinse off, but remember…. No touching!”  I thought I was being clever.

After a good five minutes, I realized she wasn’t up for joining me.  I stepped out, dried off and re-entered the living room.  Christine, and her things, were gone.

I spotted the camera and picked it up off the coffee table and looked to see what she had left me.  All the photos were still there, plus one that she had added…. a close up of her licking her lips, still slick with my cum.