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Continuing with my sex massage concept I layed out in my previous post, I said then that you could do it with oral sex as well as vaginal and anal penetration. Here's what happened with a past lover who especially loved receiving oral sex while I gave her a scalp massage, but "received" the other way from what that usually means.

We'll call her Emily. Emily loved giving men the pleasure of her model-beauty face. Or I should say, having them give her face the pleasure of their cocks. She once told me over our first dinner together (and before we had sex for the first time too) that her body and mind wanted to do it from way early on and she had no idea why. It was just in her. Only with good men though who loved women. Made her heart beat harder and vulva wet, so she said, as far back as she could remember, from the first moment she heard of the concept. She was a smoker for a little while, loved fingers in her mouth during her pussyfuck, and got off on the feel of fondling a single peeled orange section with her tongue while her happy vagina savored my slow-thrusting cock.

I don't agree with Freud on everything, and most don't nowadays, but I do think the psychosexual development stages, even if oversimplified when applied for the majority of us, are at least an astute acknowledgement for their time of strong pleasure drives from stimulation of select orifices.

Emily taught me how she loves being on her back, knees pulled up close to the bottom curves of her DD breasts, head turned to one side and on a pillow while her man's on his knees, facing her with his cock, right next to her, fills her mouth with penis, then holds her head down by making a cupped hand, then covers her ear with his palm, and finally presses just a little weight down through his fingertips and outside edge of his hand where it makes contact with her pretty head.  Emily discovered it by accident with a lover of hers one night when he did it to her by chance.

She goes messy wet from this because of the erotic combination of lots of elements: the  masculine-dominant-but-gentle-being-held-down-by-her-head feeling, (which is unique unto itself from the typical bondage we do and think of, and can be even more psychologically intense) the taking his and her time so she can savor the micro feelings of his long strokes as deep back into her throat as she can take... and all the way back out to where his cocklips and her oh-shaped, lipsticked lips touch for a moment in a cute, still-life kiss before reentry, (and through that, loves the feelings a hard cock gave her mouth when it entered in full, over and over again), the sound his balls made swishing against the pillow, reminding her of what was happening to her behind her securely closed brown eyes, and finally, all the sounds of his cock pumping and gliding inside her soft mouth. Emily found she could hear that for the first time, in surround-sound, because his hand was covering her ear, making all the inside-her-mouth noises amplify times ten.

We so often don't pay that level of attention to those sounds. They're soft after all. Now we can. So glad I brought this out of the memory banks for you all and me too. Anyway, Emily also liked the melted caramel-slow cockpushing because it gave her plenty of easy breathing time to smell me and her saliva. That's another thing. Does anyone else find saliva scents erotic like Emily and I do?

Oh, forgot to mention where my other hand went. Sometimes on her breastbone, in-between her big boobs, or to one of "the girls" while her hand squeezed the other in time with mine. I love teamed breast pleasurings. It works so well when you only have so many hands to invest in everything you want to do in the sex moment. That part came later though. Emily always wanted to imagine her erotic helplessness in full by having her hands relaxed at her sides or sometimes tied to the headboard to intensify her held-down mental erotic. First helpless, then pulling at her bonds or allowing her hands to answer her tits' need for sexing up.

Eventually, one hand will move to her fantastically big, hot clitoris while the other keeps time with mine at her sex-swelled, now even bigger bustline. That's when her deep moaning would start along with my hot talk on how she had to take it all. She loved the sounds of her own sex voice and moaned extra-much for her own ears' pleasures. Then the big orgasm would blast through her sexy-big clitoris -and- her mouth, so she said, just a little bit too while I kept delivering languid thrusts all throughout. When I met her, I suggested she use a dildo with one hand and her clitoris in the other as an alternate version, which she loved, but she liked it more without because it made her soaked vagina viscerally beg louder for my cock. For which we'd usually go into another sex meditation for position after position of still gentle, deep, cuntfucking until my resolve and my dick couldn't take it anymore and had to come. Emily so loved how a good cockfuck feels all by itself.

You may be wondering what this has to do with scalp massages and oral sex. I told you that story so I could tell you this one:

Emily and I weren't lovers very often. Only when she was in town on a business or pleasure trip. On what would be our last night we were together, she ordered her usual signature dish (she also loved the sweet hot talk version I do) and said how I wanted to try taking out the hold-her-down and try massage instead. She raised her little eyebrows slightly, brown eyes brightening, and started undressing in front of me, and I her, watching each other the whole time for the hot reveals we both liked in one another.

I'd planned this out before I was in her hotel room. I sat down crosslegged and put a pillow across my stomach and a little into my lap, just enough so she could put her forehead against it, face down, and another pillow under her upper chest and going down along her torso. This cushioned her big breasts from pressing uncomfortably into my crossed, hard ankles-- as good as that felt for me, not so much for her long term, I thought. My cock stood tall, waiting for her mouth, lips, and tongue. Down over him they would go, (starting position) then pulled out to cockkiss position through a slight arch in my back, then back up into her slippery throat, aided by some massage oil, nice and slow like she liked. My hands are there, right at her head, for a scalp massage. Swirling my fingertips while pressed against her roots. That made her moan deep and moan early. I saw her hands go limp at my sides as she moved into her receptive, feminine-sexy, cockloving trance.

I eventually got more massage oil, spread it over my palms and began at her shoulders. How sweet that was. Definitely going to do this again soon! Kneading away all her stress in those femmy little shoulders while Emily stroked and supertickled my big cock with her mouth and slithering tongue. What a mutually beneficial exchange. It wasn't long then before both her hands went down between her thighs, which would writhe a little here and there; pull open a little wider. I remember hearing Emily's fingers making fast circles on her giant fucking clit; wet noises from her copious juices. I remember her humping the bed a little bit, her ass clenching each time to do that to herself. All part of the plan, I put both my hands over her ears at that point. She loved it! She could hear the gentle-deep facefucking happening just like before. I used the leverage to help move her head for her and pump just a pinch faster.

Emily blew. Heaved a little bit from my cock going too deep into her throat from the force of her body recoiling from her orgasm and jamming my cockhead against her soft palate. That moment was so hot: her choke sound, feel, and sight. She didn't stop. Kept coming all over my dick in a whole new way. That moment sent a charge through me and I felt semen filling my cock. i didnt stop either, didn't control, rocketed out my cocklips up into her suckling, gorgeous face. Semi-simultaneous orgasms are great too! It's true what they say, by the way. A woman's beauty intensifies when you see your cock slid comfortably down her throat. That multiplies while you sex-stare down at it while you're exploding. Open your eyes, gentlemen!

I remember her "mm hmm!"ing and me gripping the sides of her neck from the force of the superpleasure in my contracting dickhead. My hands could feel her throat flex for each swallow-down of my seed. I had full control of her head, which is what she loved the most. Male in full control. Slowing the fuck back down as my penis' hypersensitivity set in, then stopping, her lovely head still in my hands. I turned it over to one side and layed back, looking down on her beauty, her peace- like she was sleeping. Here and there I'd see and feel her mouth give a nice suck to my softening penis and a lick to its underside with that tongue of hers... brown eyes still closed. Emily's tongue kept me big for a while from all it's wanderings over my glans. Like she does with an orange section, I'll bet.

I stroked her head lovingly and while so doing, felt my member shrink fully from her lips and slip out. Emliy loved feeling the entire process from start to finish. Her auburn hair all over my legs, saliva and oil everywhere in from our abandon. That abandon was just as much a part of loving sex as the sex itself. Not caring about what got in her hair or all over her cheeks. She got off knowing I loved seeing her beauty like that. I watched her breathe deep and slow, gazed at her round breasts pushing out at the sides, then held her head and whispered for her to flip to her back. I couldn't wait to see her aroused rack. They settled out like perfect half-spheres on her chest. Emily opened her eyes. I looked down from her bust and into them, smiled softly, then she turned her head and kissed my inner thigh, and closed her eyes again. I couldn't take it any more. Grabbed the oil, poured it over her big sex-tits, and let my hands feast for the beginning of round two.

-Fin

For those new to my blog, I write on my and others' sex life, in erotica form, because many of us need only read of an example of what really is possible. It so often lights a desire to "Want to do that. Feel that." A want to learn how to have better sex through sex advice and sex education, maybe for the first time in their lives. I also intend to present to my readers the reality of great sex from basic to advanced. Finally, ever wonder how good the sex that your sex therapist or sex educator is having in their sex life really is? I have. I'm not a sex therapist, I don't do sex therapy. I'm a sex life coach. I teach and I do.
   

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