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Subject: "Amanda" (Deepthroating)
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Amanda
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While I was away for several weeks (without my bf) I couldn't help but
think about the questions I've received about deepthroating. Here's an
example that the 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? ++++
I'm not sure she's doing anything wrong. As I've said before, I don't
know why many women can't deepthroat, 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 occassion, 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 deepthroating 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 is 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 agaisnt 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 sensative to contact with his
cock. My breathing became deeper (although never really deep) and more
regular. Since I didn't want him to come 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 deepthroat) 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 come."
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
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