The mouth is the mirror of the vagina
No other orgasm, nothing in the world, compares to a tongue-induced climax. The Kama Sutra speaks of the mouth as the mirror of the vagina, but the mighty blowjob and divine cunnilingus are more. Both start as elemental urges to lick and taste, suck and swallow, four survival instincts in us all. Spread around the world among adults, the humble blowjob's commonality belies its power to transform normal existence into divine pleasure.
Behold the power and environment of the wondrous tongue. Tucked coiled inside a woman's tender smile, the snake-like tongue has wonderful abilities, and is surrounded by skillful accomplices. A woman's facial lips may be compared to the inner labia, the "nether lips" of her vagina, but the latter haven't the dexterity and muscles of the lipsticked love tools that perform the miracle of a kiss. A woman laughs with her lips, sucks with them, puckers and pouts, she uses them to define her womanhood.
And beneath perfumed hair, inside scarlet lips, harbors the princess of all touch, Yoru's tongue.
Tell me your secret desire
"Let me suck you off...it is what you wished..." Yoru whispered the words modestly. She snuggled closer, giving an animal undulation of satisfaction that she had found her spot. She took his cock into her mouth and turned her head to look up into his eyes across the muscled field of his belly.
"Am I too casual for you, Sir?" Yoru asked, drawing the words inward instead of breathing them out.
"Not too casual, keep sucking, I am trying to capture photographs..."
"Yes, darling," Yoru smiled, "well I am very happy -- so now I get your head
" She sucked for a while, adoring the man's penis for its power to please."Yoru, tell me your secret desire."
Yoru blinked, embarrassed, and cleared her throat before whispering, "My fetish is to swish and savour and swallow your cum."
Elroy gulped and smirked, "Is it now?" A smirk is a beautiful thing, the confidence of the seed sower that his crop will rise plentifully.
She looked up at him again, his cock protruding inside her cheek on one side of her mouth, and Yoru thought she could see him smiling. She averted her eyes, then looked back at him again and grinned and squirmed, contentment welling in her tummy. She was soooo going down on him.
"I am glad that it is you," she said.
Elroy taught Yoru to love cock from every direction
Yoru always felt that sucking cock was a straightforward affair, the swollen head with it's reptilian eye was to be placed directly in front of her mouth and nose, slit of emerging liquids vertical, shaft curving up in the lovely arc of men, with the ridges flaring out and up and back to left and right, allowing her tongue to press forward against the locked-down dick precisely on the male clitorus, the frenulum, the tiny bones just under the pucker of loose skin where the cum-tube on the shaft joins the parting heart shape of the under-head. She thought the point of her tongue was best positioned there, on her knees looking up at his contented face, applying feverish pressure to his most sensitive spot with the accuracy of a woman archer in the heat of battle.
But she was mistaken. Elroy taught her to love cock from every direction that night.
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Emitting cooing sounds
As she brought his swollen cock closer and closer to her lips, Yoru heard herself emitting little cooing sounds resembling those of a dove on the edge of frenzied mating. His dick was not yet touching the tip of her extended tongue when the coos turned fluidly into soft, animal-like grunts, almost under her breath, audible only to her lover. Although she was not aware of it, she was signaling him with her soft squeals that she wanted him.
The pleasure her lips derived from sucking diminished the pain the ropes had inflicted on her wrists. The pleasure absorbed the pain into itself and expanded, opposites feeding on one another. Yoru's tongue swam laps around his hard cock, then dove again on his balls, and beyond, to the root of his core. When she discovered she could thrill him thumbing his cock stalk below the ballsack, those few inches of hardened cock rarely caressed, where his torso anchored on solid muscle, she knew it was reaching his interior with a unique pleasure. It seemed to propel them both into an unending climax, small and large orgasms welling into a single watery surface, with moving lines of swells, powerful surf destined to crash with the force of ancient waves on the shores of her fingertips, toes, and scalp.
The full potential of 69
In contrast, the 69 position had always felt lacking, because her tongue was not able to pinpoint his frenulum. But 69 was what he wanted, and imagine her surprise when she found that the ridged bridge of her mouth inside her teeth, the hard palate flowing back into the inflatable sacks of mouth-flesh of the soft palate, just before her throat, is at the perfect angle to drill in on his male clitoris. The sucking serves as a vacuum for the blood-filled flesh of his head and her tongue and mouth. It is the perfect fit of YinYang, and begins with a gentle slide, a careful ride, which grows into a deeper, natural, rocking rhythm until either she or he or both shiver cum into yearning pools.
When Yoru realized the the full potential of 69, she anguished in another ecstatic high point. She had long lost count of her orgasms. She waved the sculptured, brawny beauty of his erection in front of her adoring eyes. She brought it near her tongue, then swung it out far, her eyes focusing on the erotic, manly, gut-wrenching artwork that is cock. Her hips squirmed and she clutched her thighs together and squeezed, stimulating her pussy to flow into his mouth. The pleasure-cells of her sex reached further afield, travelling to the ends of her quivering body, searching to perform exchanges with distant parts to fulfil the needs of a central nervous system engineering its cells to evolve to ecstasy, to evolve to mankind.
She pressed on the base of his dick with both hands again, and doing it opened her eyes--he was large even for two hands. She brought the shaft over to the side of her cheeks so she could look up and down the length of it. He had a row of four studs on either side of the urethra, the bulging chanel running up his penis, and these plopped wetly as she pushed the dick in and out of her lips.
They felt so good, those eight studs, on such a stud as Elroy.
She traced with her lapping, drooling tongue up the engorged blood vessels winding around his cock, as if navigating a narrow river pulsing over its banks with spring flood, up to the source of life, thrilling her senses, sliding over the circling bump of the flaring flesh ridges of his head, encompassing the roundness by puckering her mouth, sucking, pumping the vacuum to inflate his flesh even more. Her sensitive tongue discovered the delicate split of the pee-hole atop the heart-shaped glans of his penis.
How does one describe the primitively desirable? Her eyes were so close she could see light reflecting through the transparent, liquid bubble of a perfect, tear shaped drop of pre-cum perching pristinely on what can only be compared, with her eyes centimeters from it, with the smooth curving roundness of firm buttcheeks, or a womans's moonlike breasts, the roundness and smoothness of a man's fully erect sexual tool takes its place among life's most enticing, curving creations.
She inserted him again into her mouth and, in contrast to the gentle brushing and licking and puckering, pumped him in and out of her lips in a thrusting, forced penetration, filling her mouth, pressing her tongue and upper palate, making bulges inside her cheeks. and she came violently, her throbbing mouth contracting like a vagina, flowing with saliva and causing dripping pussy ejaculate below, although below had remained untouched.
The "Y-spot"
"OMG," she thought, "I'm not even touching myself but am cumming hard!" The G-spot inside her vagina ached to be caressed, but wonderful to discover, somewhere in her upper palate is also home to a trigger of sensitivity, different, but hugely effective for generating pleasure. By concentrating on his head, interspersed with ramming him deep enough to press at the entrance to her throat and make her gag, she crossed back and forth over the G-spot of her mouth, for which perhaps there is no name?
"If there is no name for this mouth watering cock-spot, we shall call it the 'Y-spot!'" Yoru said to herself.
Smiling wickedly, she put her hands on her pussy at home, and with the cock on the screen moving relentlessly in and out, her fingers found the rhythm she desired. Suddenly the virtual cock seemed alive, a construct of the gods, a staff of flesh capable of rendering her and her surroundings improbably, immortally, adept at altered reality.
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Celestial suck
For all the gals and guys with hard cocks and swollen pussies reading this, know that Yoru, like your own lovers, wants to give you the best oral sex in any universe. The path to this celestial suck is easy, infinitely varied, and within your power.
The ridge known as the corona flares back like the petals of a flower, thrusting the head of the cock forward for love. The corona is a delightful, "ribbed" ledge that causes desirable friction, erotic friction, when popped in and out. It thrilled Elroy's dickhead and her lips in one motion. The pleasurable feelings Yoru's lips were transmitting to her brain were strong, and though perhaps not as strong as the pleasure Yoru was giving his cock sucking him off, still it was a lot of pleasure in one bed.
She concentrated pressure on his most sensitive spot with her tongue. It drove him crazy with lust, and naturally, he got the impulse to ram it in deep in her throat.
"Don't ram just yet," she asked him, "Let me lick up the shaft, let me insert your dick like this..."
She put him in her mouth just until the head "plopped" in, and she pushed it a little deeper to test it's size. Then she went back to using his head as a joystick, playing the game of increasing his and her pleasure, gazing at his manhood, the curving swollen erection yearning for ejaculation. She sat up and whispered something naughty in his ear, inserting her tongue after she spoke.
"Did Yoru just say she wants to swallow?" Elroy asked himself, but his attention was straightaway returned to the tip of his cock, where Yoru had taken up another position. "Perhaps she does. I will ... uhnhh... she is... making me... ahhh not yet, not yet... "
Elroy had no idea what Yoru was doing, but it was outrageously effective, and he didn't want to cum yet. But come he did. The lesson in blow jobs was being served up to him, instead of her, on the tip of the tongue of a tigress. Cock heads are almost as sensitive as a woman's clitorus, but much larger, large enough to make a woman's whole mouth moan with its full pleasure. She may or may not be touching herself, but regardless, she will soon be in ecstasy, as a cock in the mouth is a break-through in evolution.
Behold the smooth texture of cock
And behold the smooth texture of cock, no other smoothness compares to it. The head nobly acts as a hook, for after it forges a way in with its delightfully smooth plumpness, it's flaps function as a natural latch, a fleshy hook of love too big and delicious to easily give up. Why deny the pleasure? It flattens at the back of your throat, forming a stopper to prevent cum dribbling out. Elroy called it "mouth creampie."
He rammed deep in her throat a few strokes, not too hard, enough to fill her mouth, and pressed so that his head bulged and bumped at the back of her throat. She seemed good with that, so he pushed himself down her throat, just a couple of thrusts, to test the depth of her desire, then pulled it back out. She thrilled on the end of his shaft, omg she physically shivered! It was as though the bolt of ecstasy--this was no climax, but a separate pleasure--as though the spike in oral pleasure he was giving her sent thrilling strands of pleasure out to every extremity. She found that this thrill that was igniting peculiar pleasure resembles a "shocking" pleasure she experiences when roleplaying holding her lips tightly shut, shaking her head feebly to avoid the forcible insertion of a man's cock. It shocked her in two ways. First, she felt a little guilty to be so overpowered with pleasure at the forced breach of her lips. It erupted just at that moment when she knew that not opening her teeth would result in severe punishment, after which the inevitable thrust of pure penis came ramming in to secure its lodging. Secondly, it was the rumbling shake she felt when the pleasure emerged from her erotic netherworld.
Elroy was having a good day, need it be said? He discovered that the adoration of his head was as pleasurable as the deep ramming, and it made her more vocal, too. He could see his dick going in and out of her smiling mouth, feel the tongue finding his special spot. How does she know to do that?
Indomination is relative
Yoru, a ferocious Pleasure-Switch, was bent to this indomitable Dom. Indomination, however, is relative. He gazed at her half-closed, sex-enthralled eyes, knowing that she was in control, and he allowed her to pleasure him. He was aware of every centimeter as she forced his cock through her puckered lips, role-playing until he broke his engorged intruder through her mock-resisting lips. She shivered in delight, and slid it along towards the back of her throat. He gave her time to stick her tongue out under the incoming cock, opening her throat. As she became more aroused, she found a way to lick his balls during deep-throat. He froze in place, unable to believe it. Her throat, mouth and tongue were satisfying him from the tip of his cock to under his ballsack. She withdrew him and put it in again. How was she doing that? Her body began bucking with the rhythm he was forcing on her.
Elroy's woman sucked his seed up into her body. Her only desire was to feel his manhood in every opening to her interior. Is it any surprise oral sex is the ultimate closeness?
And what did he do with his spewing semen? Deep within her mouth, when he gave her his final thrusts, he could have left it spurting seed down her throat. Or he could have played with it further. What would you have him do?
Shall I tell?
He let her keep the semen in her mouth, and some ran down between her breasts like white lava flowing slowly to the hissing ocean below, erupting first from him and then from the volcanic mouth of his woman.
The twilight of life
And so it was that the senior statesman Sir Elroy won the auction, and made her cum. But would he make it out of Yoru's bed alive?
Ahhh, sunset blowjob--the twilight of life comes accompanied by the fullness of pleasure.