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Deep-throating
By Amanda (address withheld)

***

Amanda explains why she likes to deep-throat guys and 
how she performs her task. (MF, oral)

***

While I was away for several weeks (without my bf) I 
couldn't help but think about the questions I've 
received about deep-throating. Here's an example that a 
sender gave permission to cite if I answered it 
publicly:

++++ 

You said you enjoy swallowing your bf during long 
episodes of oral sex. I had a girl do that to me once 
and it blew my mind. My fiancee and I have talked about 
this, and even though she keeps trying, she says she 
can't breathe once I'm all the way in her throat... I'm 
about average, not so big that size should be a 
problem. What is she doing wrong? 

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I'm not sure she's doing anything wrong. As I've said 
before, I don't know why many women can't deep-throat, 
even when they say they want to. I do know there are 
women like me who find it natural and enjoyable to take 
a cock in their throat. The best I can do is to pay 
attention during oral sex and to report what I 
experience in the hope that I might offer some insight 
or encouragement to women who want to please their bf.

Yesterday (Saturday) seemed to be the day for me to pay 
attention. During our workout at the gym, I became 
intensely aroused over the idea of sucking my bf. When 
we got home I handed him Gatorade and kissed him on 
lips. Having sex immediately after running or working 
out is often a big thrill for us. 

On this occasion, however, he wanted to take a shower 
and do some work before we left for the evening. (We 
already had tickets to see the early show of Bridges of 
Madison County with another couple.) I had to use some 
heated persuasion to get him out of his shorts and to 
sit back on the couch ;-).

He thought it was going to be a quickie. I didn't dare 
tell him what my intentions were, why spoil the fun? :-
) I was excited, yes, but nothing about the setting was 
romantic. Because we leave the drapes open (no one can 
see in this side of house which faces the Pacific 
Ocean), daylight flooded the living room. 

The breeze blowing through the windows was at times 
heavy with the scent of burnt meat coming from our 
neighbor's barbeque. I could hear what sounded like 
mariachi music coming from somewhere in the 
neighborhood, only the melody seemed to be piped out by 
a calliope, over and over. Bo (my bf's retriever) nosed 
around before lying down to watch. And on top of 
everything, I made a mental note of the time.

I got out of my gym clothes and knelt on the carpet in 
front of the couch between my bf's legs. For the record 
my bf is decently big but not huge. I took his limp 
cock in my mouth, closed on him and started to work my 
tongue all around. 

I was already turned on before we started, but as soon 
as I had him locked inside my mouth, I felt a charge 
between my lips (face) and clitoris, a soft, warm 
tingling sensation that made me shudder. His scent was 
strong and pungent. I sucked gently at first, then 
started tugging more vigorously in an attempt to get 
him hard. When he remained soft I realized he was more 
distracted than I had thought.

Stroking him into an erection was out because he 
doesn't like me to use my hands on his shaft whether he 
is hard or soft. Using only my mouth fits in with his 
fantasy of control. If I suck the top part of his cock 
while stroking the rest I'm cheating, according to him. 
So I surrender to his fantasy and keep my hands away.

Since he wasn't responding in the way I had expected, I 
immediately felt as if I were doing something wrong. 
This is part of the craziness of how I relate to him. I 
wanted the sex to last, so what was the hurry to get 
him hard? Enjoying his soft cock fit in with what I 
wanted. But I wasn't enjoying it because he was 
supposed to be aroused. I feared he was going to lose 
all interest and push me away, so I focused all my 
attention on getting him hard. I made love to his cock, 
sucked, nibbled, licked and rolled it around inside my 
mouth.

I was overwhelmed with joy when at last I felt him 
begin to swell between my lips. I clamped down on the 
base of his shaft, pushed my outer mouth against his 
pelvis and used my tongue to stimulate him further. 
Only twice did I feel the need to move back and forth 
on his cock briefly to excite him--the rest of the time 
my face was pressed into his pelvis. The pressure of my 
lips, the heat of my mouth and the caresses of my 
tongue eventually brought him to full erection.

I was dizzy with sensations as he expanded fully into 
my throat. Receiving him in an eager, docile way 
excited me all the more. At the same time, however, I 
was distracted by the pressure of his rigid cock 
against the walls of my throat. I've been deep-
throating for 10 years since I was 18, and I've done my 
bf many times. But it is always the same at the 
beginning, when I need to adjust to the object in my 
throat.

Even though I was aroused, I was not totally relaxed. I 
was distracted by the fear that his thickness would 
choke me, and I was acutely aware I was skating on the 
brink of disaster. I wanted to give in, to offer no 
resistance, to let go of the fear of choking. 

I literally opened my mouth as wide as I could in a 
gesture of surrender, hoping that my throat would 
respond in a similar manner and allow me to breathe. I 
repeated this several times before I felt the threat of 
choking begin to ebb as my body relaxed. I pressed my 
lips gently around the base of his shaft and practiced 
taking in small quantities of air through my nose. My 
heart beat fast as I thrilled at being able to 
accommodate him so dramatically.

Then, without warning, the gag reflex kicked in and I 
choked. I panicked and immediately backed off to catch 
my breath. Moments later, after several deep gulps of 
air, the crisis over, I felt the icky coolness of guilt 
weighing me down. I felt that I had failed by taking 
back what I had willingly offered. I had overreacted 
out of concern for my own well being. I imagined that 
my bf was glaring at me with disapproval, although I 
was too ashamed to look up.

I carefully took him in all the way and paused a moment 
to compose myself.

Even though I desperately wanted to suck his cock and 
knew from experience I could breathe with him in my 
throat, I realized with sharp clarity that willingness 
and experience weren't enough. I had to establish once 
again I could breathe without interruption. But even 
that wasn't the answer, for I had just panicked out of 
fear while breathing quite nicely. I knew that the only 
answer was to surrender *completely.*

So with my lips pressing around the base of his shaft 
and my chest rising and falling with each tentative 
intake of air, I gave myself to my bf. I offered my 
lips, tongue and throat for his pleasure. He became my 
entire focus. I noticed that his scent became damper 
and sweeter. When I squeezed more tightly around him he 
seemed to radiate a delightful heat that spread 
throughout my body. 

Although his balls and the skin around the base of his 
cock were shaved, I could feel the soft stubble when I 
pushed my lips against his pelvis. I consciously gave 
myself to him by starting to suck a little harder and 
rubbing my tongue against him more briskly. I strained 
to detect an intake of air or a sigh, but he remained 
quiet, not even shifting his hips, even though I knew 
he liked what I was doing.

As I continued to surrender to him, caressing him 
slowly, paying attention to his responses, my throat 
became less sensitive to contact with his cock. My 
breathing became deeper (although never really deep) 
and more regular. Since I didn't want him to cum for a 
while, I moved very little on him, just enough to keep 
him hard. Sometimes I would slide back along his shaft 
to suck and lick under the head. Sometimes I would move 
back and forth along the stem with snug lips to 
maintain his erection if I sensed he was losing it. 

Yes, sometimes I gagged, especially when I was moving 
on him deep, but by this time I was fully into my 
surrender and didn't panic. I simply stopped moving and 
gave myself to him. The spasm abruptly passed while he 
remained thrust in to the hilt.

As I continued to devote myself to his pleasure, my 
awareness suddenly expanded beyond him to include 
myself and my surroundings. I could smell the barbeque 
mixed in with his aroma. I heard Bo shift on the floor 
by the fireplace. I became aware of my arms folded 
along the couch and my breasts pressing against the 
seat. 

I raised off slightly and let one hand brush across my 
nipples which were already hard. I ran my hand lightly 
across his stomach, hip and thigh (he doesn't want me 
to do this much during deep-throat) before lowering it 
to my pussy. I shook as a bolt of pleasure shot up my 
spine and spread into my chest.

I started working the base of his cock with short, 
tight strokes until I heard him gasp. Then I stopped, 
still closed around him, flicking with my tongue. I was 
so aroused that when I became aware of sensation that I 
normally associate with pain in my lips, shoulders and 
neck, I simply gave in to it. The feeling of discomfort 
transformed first into numbness then into pleasure. I 
no longer gagged much, but when I did, letting go of 
the spasm produced an intense ecstatic sensation that 
made his presence in my throat all the more delicious.

The only break in the action occurred when he moved off 
the couch to stretch out on the carpet. Usually he 
likes to prop his head on a pillow so he can watch, but 
he just lay back and closed his eyes. I settled on my 
knees and elbows between his legs, a more demanding 
position for me, and engulfed him in one stroke. 

Whenever I sensed that his arousal might be building 
toward eventual orgasm I stayed on him but stopped all 
motion. When he started thrusting his hips upward in 
excitement, I opened my mouth wide, lifting my lips off 
him, to remove the friction he eagerly sought. That 
cooled his ardor. When he settled down I returned to 
slow, deep sucking.

Finally he propped himself on one elbow and said, "I've 
got stuff to do." 

I looked at my watch and noted that 45 minutes had 
passed. "OK," I said. 

"I want you to cum."

I worked the full length of his shaft, up and down, 
with strong, deliberate strokes. It didn't take long. 
When he started lifting his hips rhythmically, I took 
him all the way in and sucked hard on the base. I felt 
him swell and harden just before he groaned loudly. He 
made no more sudden moves, but the pulsations in his 
cock were rather sharp. 

He exploded into my throat as I continued squeeze my 
lips hard, creating as much beautiful friction as I 
could along the base of his cock, all the while 
allowing his cum to cascade deep inside me. When he was 
done I lifted off him and swallowed what was left in my 
mouth, traces of lovely, sweet cum.

"What was that all about?" he asked. I told him. He 
shook his head and gave me a kiss. "You're really 
something," he said, then padded off to the shower.

I must admit that my body was sore afterward. But I 
didn't mind because I love my bf and enjoy giving him 
pleasure. I could still taste him during the movie, 
even though we had eaten something. And I loved the 
movie! ;-)

Amanda

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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