0 comments/ 36039 views/ 9 favorites Chloe, My Love By: Radagast I used to very deliberately and very lovingly fuck my girlfriend's throat. She had three orgasms the very first time we did it---once when I pushed into her mouth, once when I entered her throat, and once when I came. It was her idea, too-one night she asked me in her whispery little voice if I'd ever heard of deep throating. She didn't know if it was something people really did or not. I told her it was. She became very excited and snuggled up beside me on the couch. "How do you know?" She asked. "Well, I've read about it and seen video's. It's not at all unusual." "It's not? But it seems so obscene. How do they do it?" "Why do you want to know?" I was liking the direction of this. "I don't know. I just do." She fidgeted, and I explained what I'd seen. "Have you ever done it?" "No, I never have." She shuddered and cast her eyes downward. "Do you want to try it with me?" I leaned over and kissed her softly on her mouth-pouty little, pretty little mouth. I took her hand and led her to the bedroom and had her lay on her back. We were both fully clothed. I stood by the bed and looked down at her thinking my, my, my what a pretty girl she is. Little did I know at the time that soon she would present me with the most startling and lovely visions I'll ever see. I guess I should tell you that Chloe was 23, on the small side and very slender with a sort of boyish charm. (I was 30 and medium sized.) She had short dark hair, lovely tea cup breasts, and she smelled like baby powder. I leaned over and kissed her very gently, tasting her lips, and stroking her cheek for reassurance. She averted my eyes, as I whispered to her, "Tell me what you want, babe." No response. As I turned her face towards me she closed her eyes. I asked her again. This time she murmured "You know." "Say it, baby." She opened her eyes and looked at me so intensely that I was taken aback. "Do me," she said. I could see she was trembling. "Are you gonna be OK with this, darlin?" "Do me" she said, "Hurry." I straightened up and she looked in my eyes as I undid my pants. I took them off and her gaze fell, looking at my erection as though she'd never seen it before-she had, many times. She began to breathe very heavily. I took off my T-shirt and laid it on a chair. "OK?" I asked. She gently nodded yes. I set my knee down beside her ribs and swung my leg over, straddling her. Suddenly she was staring at my cock, just inches away from her face. She raised her arms above her head. I scooted up a little and pressed it to her eye and cheek, trailing it around her nose and mouth. She gasped a little breath and we looked each other in the eyes. (Such lovely, liquid brown eyes!) She whimpered as I pressed against her lips. She was struggling for breath now, her chest heaving up and down. I pushed my cock between her lips and she came, her eyes rolling back in her head and moaning long and deep. I sat still for a moment, drinking in the picture, my own chest heaving now. She turned her head, released my cock, and caught her breath. She turned toward me after a moment and began mouthing something to me. I couldn't make it out so I leaned my ear down to her lips. "Do it some more," she whispered, "Don't stop." I placed my cock to her lips again, leaned forward and pumped very gently. She tightened her lips around my cock and I started fucking her seriously. She moaned again and I know I let out a groan or two also. Our passion built and we were rocking the bed as I pumped down and she thrust her head forward. She kept slightly turning her head side to side and pushing forward. I was full out fucking her face by now, but she looked up at me like she was disturbed. "What's wrong, baby? You OK?" I stopped and very reluctantly pulled out of her. "I can't feel it down here," she said, reaching over and squeezing her neck. I sucked in my breath sharply as I realized what she was saying. "We're gonna have to scoot around a little bit, then." I swung off of her and moved around above her head. "Lift up, darlin'," I said, and placed a pillow behind her. I pulled her down and her back arched over the pillow, tilting her chin toward me. This time I straddled her head, placing my knees on either side of her face. I leaned forward and entered her again. I was a wreck by now, breathing hard and beginning to pump my hips involuntarily. "Fuck me" she said. Again she squeezed herself. Her neck was lined up perfectly and I pushed my cock to the opening of her throat. I stopped there for a few moments, making little grinding motions with my hips. She moaned and gasped for breath around my cock, opening her mouth wide, gulping air. She began to come, and I sank my cock up to my balls in her throat. I was losing control now, desperately working for release. I kept my thrusts short, so my cock never actually left her throat. I gazed at her thin alabaster neck stretched out below me and I could see a little bulge appear under her chin every time I pumped. This was too much for me. I took her hand and placed it over the bulge so she could feel my cock in her neck. We both came, exploding together, until I collapsed on her, my cock still buried in her throat. We stayed like that for quite awhile, it seemed, and I rolled off of her. I turned around and snuggled up to her, nipping and licking at her soft, tender throat, and kissing her lightly, but very seriously on the lips. We laid in silence for a few minutes, panting. She looked dreamily in my eyes. "That was the best sex I've ever had." She quivered as she pressed up against me and whispered, "Can we do it again?" That was the beginning of "Our Thing" as we later referred to it, and it lasted for about four years. It was the only way we fucked and we discovered many variations on the theme. About a year after we began "Our Thing" we got a visit from Chloe's ex sister, Sharon. She was in town for a few days (this was in the West Suburbs of Chicago) and of course Chloe invited her to stay with us. I wasn't too happy about it, to tell you the truth-I hardly knew her-but I was more worried because of our incredibly unorthodox sex life. How could we ever explain it if she would happen to find out? Not doing Our Thing was out of the question, Chloe wouldn't stand for it. She had a libido hotter than most men and when the urgency was on her, she laid down for it-on her back, her head tilted back or hanging over the edge of something and calling to me. I could never refuse her. She was so open and so vulnerable-so damn hot that...well let's just say I was an awfully lucky man. Any way Sharon was with us. She was pretty, I'll say that, although the very opposite of Chloe. She was tall and blonde and kind of loud. Stacked, too. I never did quite get her story, though, something about a friendly break up with Chloe's brother Sam and going it alone. She and Chloe got along real well though, hugging and tickling, carrying on. At one point one afternoon, I saw Sharon playfully nip at Chloe's lips. Chloe pulled back sharply and gave Sharon a questioning look. She looked offended, I thought, like Sharon had gone too far. She went on to do something else and I didn't think that much about it except that maybe it would help hurry Sharon on her way. That evening when I got back with the groceries, Chloe and Sharon weren't to be found. I looked all over-the basement, the bathrooms, the bedroom-no where. I started to push open the guest room door when I heard them. Sharon was talking in a low, husky voice but I couldn't hear what she was saying. Chloe mumbled something back in her tiny little voice, but again I couldn't hear. I pushed the door open a little and saw them lying on the bed. Chloe was stretched out long ways, and Sharon was curled up sideways. Their faces were only inches away from each other, and Chloe's lips looked red and puffy like she had been crying. I saw Sharon's tongue slip out and slide across Chloe's slightly parted, lovely, fleshy lips. Chloe stuck her tongue out about a half an inch and Sharon licked and sucked and played with it. I thought they were kissing. I never thought of Chloe as bi sexual-in fact she isn't-she's just sexual, period. Sharon began to flicker her tongue faster, poking and lapping and sucking. She was moving her whole head around, grinding down on my Chloe's pretty little mouth. Chloe was strangely still, breathing very heavily and moaning very quietly. Faster and harder Sharon worked, sometimes covering Chloe's mouth completely and sucking on it. All at once it dawned on me and I stood there fucking stunned-I couldn't believe what I was seeing--they weren't kissing-- Sharon was going down her! Well this just about flipped my cork-I thought what the hell, that's my pretty little mouth she's fucking with...I don't want to change the chemistry of our relationship at all, whatever it is. I like things the way they are. I just have to believe that Chloe does too. You should see the rapture on her face as my cock sinks into her silky, bulging throat. You should hear her little pleasurey moans as I pump, and you should hear her muffled, guttural screams as she comes. I was just about to say something when Sharon rose up and reached down to the floor behind her. She came up with a small bottle and took the cap off. Chloe held it for her while she reached again. This time she came up with a long, shiny black flexible dildo. Whoa, I thought, what the fuck...! They each held an end of the thing and Sharon squeezed out some goo from the bottle and spread it on Chloe's end. The thing must have been 18 inches long. I thought goddamn, what is this? Chloe moved around on the bed a little and stretched out into that pose I know so well. She looked up into Sharon's eyes and just begged for it. Sharon put the end of the monster thing between Chloe's lips and pushed it down. It slid right in until half of it disappeared. God, I wanted to run over and rub Chloe's pretty, milky neck and jack the thing up and down in her mouth with both hands. But I didn't. I watched. They must have known I was there-I kept gasping and sucking in my breath, startled. I watched as Sharon picked up her little bottle again. She let go of the dick and it stayed in place-sticking straight up in the air-- one end being mawed by Chloe's lovely throat muscles as she tried to swallow, the other end jutting out of her mouth. Sharon squeezed more goo into her hand and jacked off her end of the dildo. I got it-it was lubricant. Sharon moved her face above the thing, parted her lips slightly and I stood frozen, incredulous, as she impaled herself all the way down. Her lips crushed into Chloe's. The damn thing was gone-I couldn't see any of it as they ground into each other, kissing for sure this time. I could see their tongues touching as they slipped out around the thing. Spit washed down over Chloe's face, puddling on the sheets. Sharon got to her knees and swung her leg over Chloe straddling her just the way I do, placing her hands over Chloe's, pinning her to the bed. The dildo stayed put. In fact I could see both their throats going at it, rippling up and down their necks as they stared open eyed into each other's souls, absolutely stuffed. Both women were lost in a passion so peculiar and so intense that it surprised even them. As they came together, faces grinding into each other, Chloe wrapped her arms around Sharon's head and held on, riding her orgasm for as long as she could. They let the thing slip away as they lay back exhausted. Chloe curled up to Sharon and lay still. Sharon caressed lovely Chloe's lips, easing her middle finger between them, and Chloe sucked herself to sleep. I backed out of the room and just about fell apart. I almost came, and would have with any kind of effort at all, but I didn't want to. What I wanted was to be a part of what I had just seen. Later I let Chloe know I had watched them, careful not to seem offended, or judgmental or even jealous, which is what I was, a little. Chloe didn't seem to care that I knew. She smiled up at me and melted me with her velvety eyes-eyes that knew who she was and what she was about, and eyes that knew my confusion. Chloe, My Love Ch. 02 Chloe and I had been together for about two years, doing "Our Thing" for most of that time. Our Thing had become the mainstay of Chloe's sexual appetite virtually over night. We rarely practiced any other kind of sex. From that first time I fucked her throat, she was obsessed and didn't even bother to pretend that any thing else turned her on. She was enthusiastic about her new passion and often dreamed up new ways of engaging in it. I don't know, to me, it couldn't get more thrilling than my cock slamming into her throat as she lay on her back with her head hanging over the edge of the kitchen table, the fender of the car, or even park benches, for crissakes. It was kind of shocking to see her so completely consumed, her face contorted by lust, her neck visibly swelling every time I pumped her. But to her, it just wasn't quite enough, I guess. She was an intelligent, creative girl-a very successful artist as a matter of fact-and she kept coming up with new ideas. "So it doesn't get repetitive," she'd say. One evening I came home kind of early and found her sitting on the couch in the basement. She didn't hear me as I stood on the stairs and watched her, drinking in, as I often did, how so very pretty she was. She's about five foot three, with short, brown hair and large, liquid, melt-your-fucking-heart eyes, dark and bright and absolutely alive. She had a boyish, pixie-ish way about her that was charming and endearing far beyond anything else I'd ever experienced, and I was flat-out, full-tilt, head over fucking heels in love. Anyway, I stood there watching her...she would get on the treadmill and go as fast as she could for about three minutes, then quickly sit on the couch and look at her watch. After a few minutes she jumped up and did it again. I was very curious, and I stayed put trying to figure out what she was up to. Finally, not wanting to interrupt her, I went upstairs to shower and change clothes. Forty-five minutes later, I heard her climb the stairs. She came into the kitchen huffing and puffing like she'd been out running. "What're you up to, darlin'?" I asked. "Oh, nothing," she replied, "just working out." "It looked like you were kind of on-again off-again when I saw you." "Just doin' my work out, babe." She did her "work outs" for weeks and wouldn't tell me anything about it. Always the same-a few minutes going like hell on the treadmill and a few minutes sitting on the couch. One Saturday afternoon she came up from the basement and I said, "You got a package in the mail, today, Chlo. It's on the table in the living room." "Oh! It's here!" she cried, "Where is it!?" She ran into the living room happy as an eight-year-old on Christmas morning. I could hear her tearing open the package, then running up the stairs. "What is it?" I yelled after her. "It's nothing, love, I'll show you later." She trailed off. She's a quirky girl, what can I say? I love that about her, and truth be told, it was the root of our relationship. I waited. I knew that sooner or later she would tell me what was going on. I piddled around in the yard for an hour or so, and when I came back in, I stretched out on the couch. I was beginning to doze off when I heard her at the top of the stairs. "Babe. Hey babe. You down there, babe?" She asked. "Yeah I'm here," I shook off the sleep and sat up yawning. "I'm coming downstairs. Are you ready?" "Ready for what?" I asked, though knowing her as I did, I had a pretty good idea. God, I loved her. She slowly came down the stairs, lilting as she moved. She had a hooded bathrobe on, and as it was kind of open in the front, I could see that she was wearing a deep red and orange sari wrapped around her waist. Her pretty little breasts swayed back and forth with every step she took. I couldn't see her face, but I could hear her breathing all the way from the couch. She circled around and came up behind me, gently reaching out to massage my shoulders, back and neck. "Do you love me?" she asked in her soft, tiny voice. Her hands stroked my neck and rubbed across my lips. "You know I love you, Chloe. Do you have to ask?" My antennas were up. "I need to know," she said, "What will you do for me? Will you do anything for me?" Something was definitely up, I thought, and I'm probably gonna like it. "I'll do anything for you, love, anything." She leaned down, pressing the hood of her bathrobe against my face. She turned toward me, her face still hidden. I could feel something hard inside the robe and I started to turn toward her, but she stopped me. She started smacking her lips and making the gentle swallowing noises that signaled her desire. I got hard instantly, my cock swelling like a balloon on a faucet. "Close your eyes," she hissed; her breathing was heavy and irregular. I closed them. I could hear her come around to the front of the couch, and I could hear her shed her bathrobe. I could also tell she was handling something-I could hear little jingling noises. "I'm on my knees, love-- don't open your eyes!" She was breathless, passion oozing from her lips. "You know my workouts?" she asked. "Yeah." Pause. "What about them?" I was squirming in my seat now, my cock rapidly reaching its capacity. "I practice holding my breath. I've worked on my lungs so much, I can hold my breath for four and half minutes." She was so overcome she could hardly talk. "Why, Chloe?" I asked, mystified. "Here's why! Open your eyes!" She was on her knees in the middle of the living room, her hands behind her back and her head high as she returned my look of amazement. She was wearing leather straps on her head! Thin belts crisscrossed her forehead and face, and she had a wide collar around her throat. It was a harness! And it had four little straps hanging from it, two beneath her chin, and one by each ear. "Chloe! What the hell is this?" I was perplexed; I had no idea what was up. "Here babe! Put this on! Please!" She tossed me a belt. I picked it up and looked at it-it was like a jock strap with no front. Then I saw the little silver rings attached to it. "Oh, Chloe! My god!" I was dumbfounded! "Do you really want to do this?" She made a tight little circle with her lips in response, and nodded. I put the thing on-it was like putting on shorts with no material, just seams. I felt kind of silly until I looked at my Chloe, squirming on her knees, her eyes filled with lust and begging me to help her. I stepped up to her, my raging hard on right in front of her. I reached down and cupped her under her chin, lifting her face up to meet mine. She was panting. I put my thumb to her lips and pushed it in. Her eyes half closed and she began a long, low moan. I moved in more, and still holding her face up, I touched my cock to her half open lips. I entered her pretty little mouth with a push. She was warm and wet, and I fucked my cock in and out a few times, not going very deep, just keeping the head of it in her lips. I plunged about half way in and she started dribbling, spit seeping out from around my cock and dripping off her chin. I was quickly reaching my peak. Seeing her kneeling there, her head bound up tight in leather straps, and my cock fucking into her face-I was ready. I hooked my fingers into the harness and gripped it hard. I pulled her all the way down on my cock and she came, slobbering and swallowing and moaning. I eased out of her throat to give her a little time to recover, knowing that despite her orgasm, her passion was still building. She let my cock plop out of her mouth. Panting, she looked up at me, so young and fresh and healthy, and so very, very pretty. We gazed into each other's eyes, seeing ourselves. We rarely had this perspective while we fucked-she was usually upside down and on her back as I fucked her throat, and I could only imagine what she looked like. I liked what I saw, and I told her. "God Chloe, you look beautiful with my cock in your mouth! God, I love you! "I feel beautiful," She said, her chest heaving. "I'm ready," she rasped, "Let's do it!" I put my cock back to her lips, and holding her by the harness, I plunged down hard, splashing into her throat. I pumped as she swallowed, my cock pulsing, my pelvis thrusting on it's own, hunching her face. I was quickly getting ready to shoot. Chloe sensed it and fumbled with the straps hanging from her harness. One by one she fastened them to my belt, pulling them roughly through the rings. I could hardly believe it-her face was cinched up tight to my crotch, her nose flattened against my hairy belly, her lips rooting at the base of my cock! There was no way for her to pull back-she was locked into place, my cock buried in her throat! I began to buck back and forth; trying to fuck her and trying keep my balance, too. Her weight was throwing me off and pulling me down. I grabbed hold of the harness and pumped short little strokes for all I was worth. As we began to come, she fell backwards from the force of my thrusting, and I fell on top of her, loving her, fucking her and coming in her throat. She bore my whole weight as I lay on her head, her throat going into spasms as she swallowed. I lay still, letting her milk me, draining the last few drops of splooge from my embedded cock. Suddenly I remembered she was locked into place. I struggled to my knees, bringing her with me. I could see the veins popping out of her neck and I hurriedly worried at the straps until they came loose. She sat up, hyperventilating, trying to catch her breath. She looked over, too spent to acknowledge me, letting the flush of her own orgasm wash over her like a warm river. She lay in my arms for what seemed hours, unwilling to disturb the glow of her newly found method of pleasure. After I pulled the harness over her head, I caressed her, twilling her hair with my fingers, cooing to her, and letting her feel my strength. I tried to tell her with my body that I would protect her always from the phony conventions and petty morality of the outside; that together we were one part of a puzzle much bigger than anyone knows, and I wanted to tell her that what we do is ok, and to not worry. She lifted up on her elbow, and licked me. "It keeps getting better and better, doesn't it, babe?" Chloe, My Love Ch. 03 Tales of an Oral Obsessive I opened my eyes to a beautiful spring day. The early morning sun came slaking through our bedroom window and landed at the head of our bed, spreading warmth like good news. Chloe laid next to me, swathed in lace and pastels, asleep, her little cherry lips parted, her soft brown hair spilling onto her pillow. Her eyes were as beautiful closed, as they were open, I thought, lightly lidded little veils hiding unbelievable treasure. The soft cotton sheet was draped below her shoulder, leaving her arm and neck exposed. Her skin was creamy, soft and moist, dewy, and cool to the touch. I traced my fingers down the back of her neck and along her collarbone. I could see the gentle swell of her breast—ripe little peach—sweeping in a delicious curve down to it’s nipple, dark, soft little bump, lifting and falling with every breath. She had one hand under her face, and was curled up snug and tight in the luxury of our bed. She lay content like a puppy. She was a small girl, slim, but not skinny, with deep brown eyes and rich skin. Her hands were graceful and articulate—elf hands, I thought, given to the blessed. Her breasts were small, lovely little hills, that, with her short hair gave her a boyish look—part fairy, part scamp, part lady. I often marveled at the contradiction in her. She was every bit the blushing ingénue, trusting and sincere, dependent on the good will of others, while at the same time, a bold sexual adventuress, capable of absolutely shameless behavior. I marveled at her, and I loved her. She opened her eyes to the daylight, squinting. I watched her close and open them several times, until they focused, She looked at me and smiled, snuggled and comfortable in her own thoughts and feelings. “I missed you last night, babe,” she murmured. “I tried to wait up for you, but I fell asleep. Why didn’t you wake me? I really wanted you to, you know.” “You looked so peaceful, sleeping there, that I didn’t want to disturb you.” I countered. “I wish you had of. I was so, so…wanting you.” I could feel her hand moving under the sheets and I shivered as it brushed along my thigh. I felt the familiar twinges in my loins as she reached my cock and closed her eyes. “Hmmm,” She sighed, “Oh, baby!” I brushed her cheek with the backs of my fingers. “You are so beautiful…” I said, trailing off. She turned slightly, looking up at me and made a tight little ring with her lips. My cock surged with power. I leaned over and kissed her, licking her lips and poking my tongue at the little hole. I touched my middle finger to her lips and pushed it in to the knuckle. She sighed again and her hand tightened around my newly hardened cock. I replaced my finger with my tongue, this time kissing her passionately, prying her lips open, and passing my whole tongue into her mouth. She sucked it and began to twist and turn on the bed. Seizing my face with both hands, she kissed me back hard, her own passion mounting like a storm. Our tongues played this way and that, splicing together like dancers in a dream, forever tied together with some unseen bond. She released our kiss and laid her cheek against mine, gasping for breath. I loved watching her body react to passion—her breathing would become labored, her nipples would harden and she would flush around the top of her chest and shoulders. Sometimes she would break into a light sweat, but always, always, by some accidental biological twist, she would salivate. I have actually come just watching her get hot! She turned over onto her back and looked at me, insistent, playing her role to the hilt. I knew my role, too, and I relished it. I stretched it out as long as I could, the anticipation so sweet, the urgency so critical, the discipline so divine! She has told me of similar feelings, and some times we exaggerate our roles to an extreme. Mounting her is one of the most truly erotic acts I will ever experience and penetrating her is pure bliss. She often comes as I mount, and always comes when I enter her. This lovely April morning, bright and alive with spring, I lay beside her and longed for her. She in turn beseeched me with her eyes, deep soulful and receptive. I pulled the sheet back and looked at her tight knit, hard/soft body, loving the paradox. I ran my hand across her tummy, up over her breasts and onto her neck. I wrapped my hand around her throat and squeezed. She moaned and swallowed, her muscles rippling in my grasp. I eased myself up into a kneeling position, locking my eyes to hers, still holding her long, lovely throat. She licked her lips and turned her head from side to side, moaning softly, clearly in some sweet agony. She spread her arms to give me room. I scooted up on the bed, and she scooted down, until my knees and her shoulders were lined up. I released her throat and lifted my knee, slowly swinging it over her breasts and touching down on the far side. I stayed there for a moment, kneeling above her, my cock extending out over her face, stark and naked. I was about to burst. Breathing became difficult, and my legs began to tremble. She was beside herself, moaning loudly now, swallowing repeatedly as she filled with spit. I fell forward slowly, my extended arms holding me up. My cock lay lengthwise across her face. My balls were resting on her mouth. She parted her lips, breathing deeply. I began to grind my hips into her face, very gently and lovingly at first, but as I became consumed, I began pushing harder. Her eyes were open as I began long involuntary thrusts, pressing down on her, my balls sliding off her chin. With a tremendous effort, I pulled back and sat up. She laid below me, writhing in anguish now, her face contorted, her eyes mere slits, but open. Taking my cock in my hand, I leaned forward again, and slowly began to masturbate over her face. She came almost immediately, whimpering and sucking for air. I eased back, not wanting to come just yet. We rested for a minute, and though her wild throes of passion settled down, her breathing kept the same frenetic tempo. Watching her reveling in her orgasm was a terrific turn on for me, and I whispered “Now, love, I need you now!” She immediately formed her lips into the position we both love, and I moved forward and lay my cock across them. A deliberate, slow push, a special kind of coitus, and I was in her mouth—warm, wet heaven. She sucked in her cheeks, with all her considerable strength, and my cock was locked in a pressure cooker, growing harder, if possible, leaking and jerking, straining for relief. I started fucking her gently, the little squishing noises, coupled with her wanton little moans taking their toll on me. I began to fuck her with abandon, my cock pistoning in and out of her mouth like a jackhammer. I lost all restraint as I pumped and thrust as hard as I could. She lay below me; her face buried in my crotch, and held on with her lips as best she could. She would thrust up every time I pumped, her fury matching my own. We came together—a great gush of spit and jizz splashing her face and soaking my pubic hair. I fell all the way forward, laying on top of her, dripping the last few drops of jizz into her mouth as she swallowed. Spent and drained, we lay quietly in the still, soft spring morning, listening to our breathing, her quiet whimpering, swallowing noises and the serene cooing of the morning doves just outside our window. I turned aside a little, taking some of the pressure off her, and drifted away. I don’t know how long I dozed, but when I came to, she was mouthing my cock, bringing it back to life. I lay still, enjoying the sucking sensations she created with her lips and tongue, feeling my cock expand and harden. She placed an arm around my back and pulled. I rolled over on top of her, raising my hips slightly and resting on my elbows. She wrapped both arms around my ass, hugging me to her. I pushed as she came, her cries fleeing from around my cock like little birds finding the cage door open. I began to pump, a slow leisurely fuck, going deep and holding, pulling back and waiting—plunge and grind, plunge and grind. Neither of us wanted it to end. I could see her underneath me, her brow furrowed, eyes closed. The bottom half of her face was buried in my pubic hair, and the only thing I could see were her lips distended along the base of my cock. I managed to enter her throat, but from this angle it was difficult. She began a low, long moan and I new she was coming. I timed my release to coincide with hers, and we came together for the second time that lovely spring morning. I came to after a few minutes, and a few minutes later, she did, also. She came up beside me and rested her head on my chest, lying very still. I could see that her eyes were open and that she was lost in thought. “Jackson, am I a freak?” She asked in her little girly voice. I was taken aback. I had worried that something like this would occur to her. One of my biggest fears was that she would feel guilt or self-loathing because of her sexual predilection. “Do you feel like a freak, Chloe?” I ran my fingers through her hair. “Some times I do. Some times I think I’m an obscene freak slut.” She sniffed. “No one else has sex this way.” “You’re wrong about that. Other people do, you just don’t know about it.” “Mmmm. You know of other people who have sex like we do?” All the while we spoke, she seemed to be looking off into space, detached and kind of flat. “ Tell me.” “Tell you what?” “Tell me about the other people.” “What other people…?” I was thrown for a loop, and lost the thread of the conversation. “The other people who fuck like we do. Do you know them?” She squirmed in a little closer, putting her arm around me. “Oh. I knew a woman once who did.” “How’d you know her? How do you know how she liked to fuck?” “She was a friend of my cousin’s. I used to hang out with her friends. The guys used to talk about her.” I turned on my back so she’d be more comfortable. “What did they say?”. She was getting excited, now. I could tell. “She went down on all the guys around her. She was married, too, and even had kids! She was very pretty and really sexy. I had a crush in her—I was 17 and she was about 30. They used to talk about how she could take a nine inch cock down her throat.” Now I squirmed. “They said that? You mean they talked about it?” She began to perk up. “Yeah, they talked about it. She did too. She even bragged about it!” “Oh!” She lifted up and looked at me. “Did you do it with her?” “Yeah, I did.” Chloe became agitated, barely able to contain her glee. “How’d she do it? Tell me about it!” “I drove her home from the grocery store one night and she offered me a cup of tea after I helped her carry the bags in. I was getting ready to go and she slinked up to me and put her arms around me. She said she really dug me, and kissed me. I just kind of stood there, kind of frozen. She asked me if I’d heard rumors about her. I said, yeah, I guess so, then she asked me what I’d heard.” I pulled Chloe close and began to nibble at her ear. “What happened then?” Her breathing was getting deep. “ I was nervous as hell. I said I guess I heard about what she did to guys. She laughed. She said I bet I know what you heard, and she kissed me again. She pulled me into the living room and pushed me onto the couch. She got down on the floor and went for my zipper. She took my cock out and jacked me off a little. She said to wait a minute, and she got up and went into the bathroom. When she came back out she got on the floor again and told me to look at her.” I bent down close to Chloe’s ear and whispered, “She had false teeth, Chloe. She took her teeth out. She looked like a witch and she sucked my cock like a vacuum cleaner. I came in her throat.” “Oh, babe that’s hot! I want to meet her.” She lay back down, swallowing hard. “I don’t have any idea where she is, now. I wouldn’t mind running in to her, myself though!” I tousled her hair. We lay quietly again, soaking up the warm rays still coming in the window. “I’ve got to get some water, love, you want some?” She didn’t respond. She just stared off. While I was out in the kitchen, the phone rang, and I ended up talking for a half hour to a telemarketer. I hate that shit, but I always get caught up in it. When I got back to the bedroom I was taken by surprise—Chloe had stripped the bed of all the sheets and was laying on her back with her head over the edge! Her body looked all the more naked with nothing to hide in. Her legs were spread wide and her arms were over her head, scraping on the floor. Her mouth was wide open, and she was pushing her lips out, making the biggest ring she could, and she was staring right at me. I came up close and got down on my knees beside her. Her throat was stretched out in front of me, like lovely sculpted marble, blue veins just beneath the surface, tight muscles contracting rhythmically. I put my hands beneath her head and lifted her to my lips. She was very wet; spit seeping from the sides of her mouth. I kissed her and tongued her, glopping her spit and mixing it with mine before oozing it back to her. She moaned. “I’m a freak fucking slut. God, it’s so dirty!” Her voice was sandpaper on cement. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fuck my throat!” She was writhing, pulling her head up and sucking at me with her cunt mouth! I got a cushion off the chair and knelt on it, pulling her head between my knees. I looked down at her, wanton slut begging for cock! I glommed a mouthful of spit and leaned over her, letting it dribble onto her face and into her pulsing maw. My cock was about to break. I wrapped my hands around her neck and tilted her head down, my thumbs pressing into her velvety flesh. I pushed my cock into her, lovely, mushy goo. Her throat swelled as I forced it on down. She sputtered and half gagged, and yelled something, but I couldn’t make it out. I fucked her gullet, pushing as hard as I could, grinding in circles, deeper and deeper. I squeezed her neck until her veins stood out, and I watched in fitful awe as my cock was caught in her throat as she tried to both swallow it and repel it! She was choking on her lust, her throat jerking up and down, screaming nearly silently, my cock plugging her like a stopper in a bottle. “Damn, Chloe, I’m going to come!” I was raging, hammering, driving as deep as I possibly could. With one final lunge, I came, spewing like a hydrant, shooting my come straight down her throat into the blissful deep. She heaved and thrashed, pushing against me in a futile attempt to take me deeper still. I rocked back a little to watch her come, her muffled cries like some magic music somewhere deep in her soul. She went rigid as her release came, her body flushing deep crimson, tears leaking from her eyes and her throat constricting like a snake as I fed her all the come my balls could shoot. We collapsed. I pulled out of her, realizing I must have been in her throat for five full minutes. She gasped and sucked air, her hands digging into the mattress. She pulled herself up onto the bed next to me and lay panting. After a while she bent over my rapidly deflating cock, leaned down and tenderly sucked out the last jizz to be had. She laid back whimpering, making little guttural noises, swallowing repeatedly. “I am a freak, babe. I’m a cocksucking, throat-fucking freak. I’ve been like this all my life, and I love it! You love it too, don’t you?” She closed her eyes and sighed. Her skin glowed and she radiated warmth and contentment, the very picture of a healthy young woman with healthy attitudes and appetites. "Maybe I'll get false teeth, babe. Would you like that?" Chloe, My Love Ch. 04 Chapter 4: The Throat Fucking Odyssey Continues When I think back about her now, I remember Chloe as an active, vital young woman involved in many different pursuits. She attended classes at DePaul University, and was very close to getting her Masters degree in English. She painted also, and was pretty good, too-she had openings in some of the galleries downtown. She even acted for a while in Community Theater. I remember when I first met her. She was a lovely girl-slim and tender with short brown hair and brown doe-eyes. She was not classically beautiful, but was somewhat boyish looking with a cute, little, turned up nose and lovely rose-petal lips-- the picture of a wholesome, healthy, happy, young woman. But what I remember most, what I'll never forget about Chloe, is looking down at her, sprawled out on our bed, her long, thin, ivory neck stretched out over the edge, and my cock buried balls deep in her throat. I'll never forget watching her neck swell as my cock moved through it, and I'll never forget the intensity, and number, of orgasms she had. Sometimes I cry when I think about her. Chloe was very oral and had very physical reactions to any type of oral stimulation. I've never seen anything like it. She would actually salivate when aroused. We had regular sex when we first met; we also tried anal and I went down on her for prolonged periods of time. It was nice-hey! -But our sex life went off like dynamite when we discovered "Our Thing," throat fucking. Just let me kiss her on the lips, or touch her neck or hell, just look dreamily at her mouth and she turned on like a torch. The first time we did it was so intense for both of us, but especially for her, that we never had any other kind of sex again. When I was exhausted or wiped out, she would masturbate using one of the many dildos she collected. I have awakened many times in the night and listened to the squishy, guttural, gulping as she fucked her own throat. As I left for work one morning, Chloe kissed me goodbye saying, "I'll have a surprise for you this evening, babe." "What kind of surprise?" as if I had to I ask! I loved her surprises-they left me drained in such a pleasant way. She lifted up to my ear to whisper, but she didn't whisper-she swallowed! A loud, gulping, very exaggerated swallow, and I got an instant erection. This was her signal that she wanted to fuck. "A very nice surprise. And a treat for me, so don't be late. Now go!" It was a very long day, punctuated by periods when I couldn't get up because of my raging hard on. I couldn't help but think of her-of us-and what we do. She knew every vein, every feature, every little detail of my cock, and I in turn knew her throat thoroughly. In fact, Chloe and I both were well versed in the anatomy of her throat. We read up on it so we would know exactly what was going on as we fucked. First she would salivate; as I pushed my cock in her mouth her cheeks would implode and her powerful tongue would flatten, pushing my cock back to her throat. She would swallow and I would push, and my cock would slide against her soft palette and enter her pharynx-we considered this coitus, her gooey warm throat yielding to my advance; her neck beneath her chin would swell. As she swallowed, her throat muscles tightened and her epiglottis folded over her larynx, protecting her trachea, her airway, guiding my cock down into her esophagus. Here, the smooth muscles would begin their series of rippling contractions sucking me down, pulling me deeper. With her tongue still pushing, and with a little help from me, my cock would be buried behind her windpipe, deep in her neck, an inch or so above the notch in her sternum. If my cock were longer, I could go deeper-there is nothing to stop it. (When we have played with one of her monster dildos, I have watched it pass below her collarbone-I could see and feel the bulge as the thing went into her chest-- we figured it must have been somewhere down between her breasts.) I couldn't wait to see what Chloe had in store for me, and I made it home in record time. "I'm up here!" She yelled as soon as she heard me come in. I ran up the stairs and down the hall to our bedroom. She was on her knees on the floor with her legs spread apart. She was striking, so incredibly erotic! She was wearing the garment she always wears when we fuck at home, a simple white slip. Her mouth was open, her lips circled, but something else-she was wearing a wrap around her neck. "What's this?" I asked, as I moved in front of her. "You'll see, love!" she hissed. She was quite worked up already, all the little telltale signs were present-the beads of sweat on her forehead and the flush that spread up from her shoulders, golden rose; the corners of her mouth glistened. I loved this part of our ritual. I loved teasing her. I took her chin in my hand, lifting her face to gaze into her eyes; I traced my finger slowly around her mouth, lingering on the soft, fine down of her upper lip, plump, puffy, perfect little lip. I slowly took my pants off, and she gaped at the tent in my drawers. As I slipped my shorts off, I pulled her into my crotch and pressed my cock to her face. She nuzzled into the base of it, the tip falling against her forehead. She was in full-blown heat, chest heaving, mouthing little suck motions, drool seeping onto her chin. I studied the thing around her neck-it stretched from her jaw down to her sternum, and resembled nothing if not the collar of an elegant Victorian dress. It was made of what looked like thin spandex material and I could see that it was fastened with seven Velcro straps. It was a corset for her neck! I placed my cock to her lips and began our strange little version of sex. Chloe held her hand up, "Wait a minute, love," she whispered. She quickly reached to her neck and one by one, pulled the straps, cinching her throat down tight. "Now!" She could hardly speak; her voice was raspy and urgent. I bent to her and whispered, "Look at you! God I love you!" She nodded impatiently, beseeching me to hurry. I pushed my cock between her lips, into the delicious splish I have so come to love. I savored the moment, never wanting it to end. I pushed into her luscious maw and she came. The area below her chin always ballooned at this point, and we took turns rubbing and massaging the thick, milky bulge. I pushed again but nothing happened-my cock didn't move. I pushed a little harder. Still nothing. Chloe wrapped her arms around my ass and pulled. Hard! Just as I was getting ready to say something, she reached up and loosened the first strap. My cock sank an inch down her throat and stopped! She was tight, her throat constricted by the corset! We both were pushing against each other, me trying to impale her, she trying to consume me, but the little sphincter, tight as an asshole, wouldn't give! She loosened the second strap and my cock descended another inch! I wrapped my arms around her head and pulled her to me, my cock stuck in the middle of her neck. I reached to feel her throat, only to find her hand probing the deep tissue behind her windpipe. She took my fingers and led them to the exact spot where I could feel my cock inside her, right through the fabric! Still pushing, Chloe loosened the third strap and my cock plunged all the way down her throat! I could feel it slide past my fingers, her neck inflating like a soft bubble, straining against the straps! Chloe came again, her cock stifled cries loud nonetheless, and we held the moment between us, both of us reluctant to let go. The smooth muscles of her esophagus began contracting, rippling up and down my length, trying to swallow me. I had been in her throat for four or five minutes and she signaled me to withdraw. I pulled out and tilted her head up to me. She was gasping for air, and oozing globs of spit. She fixed her eyes to mine, her face grimacing, leering and lustful, her features wanton, almost hideous, and so very, very beautiful! She pulled my cock to her mouth, and still looking me in the eyes, re-fastened the corset. Again we struggled against each other trying to force my cock into her tight little throat, and again one by one, she loosened the straps and let me thrust into her gullet! She swallowed desperately, frantically, gulping down my cock, coming constantly, gorging herself! Over and over we repeated this, each time pausing-- her for air, me to hold back my orgasm. When finally I could take no more, I shouted, "Oh God, Chloe! I'm coming! Now, babe!" I held her head in my hands and pushed my cock till it absolutely would not go deeper and she re-fastened the straps on the corset, pulling them as tight as she could! My cock was locked in her neck, involuntarily pumping cum into her and her throat contracted involuntarily as she swallowed. Later, as we lay on the bed together snuggling, she asked. "Did you like that, babe?" The soft tones of her little-girly voice belied the powerful, muffled grunts that came from the same place just a few minutes ago. "Did I like it? That was the best orgasm I ever had! How do you do it? Where did you get that thing?" "I made it," she said, unable to hide her pride, "I dreamt it up and made it out of an old girdle I found at the thrift store." "You're something else, babe. How do you think up these things?" "Mmmm, I think of lots of things," she said. She reached over my waist and closed her hand on my cock, gently kneading me. "Do you know what I'm thinking now?"