what it feels like for a deep-throating girl

One of my readers wrote to me last week and asked me what it feels like to deep-throat, no doubt in part because of this post wherein I give instruction in that slurpy art. I would offer to him that if he’s truly curious, no one is stopping him from his finding out first hand, or mouth, as it were. And yet, as amazing as it might seem to those of us who have dabbled in the bisexuality rough, apparently some men continue to carry the belief that sucking a dick or two makes you gay.

As if that’s a bad thing.

Therefore to answer those querying but as-yet unadventurous minds, I’ll address here what it feels like for a deep-throating girl.

I’ve almost always considered fellatio deeply satisfying. I find that taking a man’s cock in my mouth gives me an enormous sense of power and pleasure. I like reducing the guy to bad grammar, if not complete pre-verbalism, with my mouth (and my hands. Hands help). However, I have to say that my pleasure in sucking a man’s cock rises in direct proportion to how into the guy I am.

I love sucking Donny’s cock, as I have said before and no doubt will say again. Not much outside of a blindfold and a brisk spanking, or some dirty oral and a nice, hard toy, gets me as wet as quickly as sucking his cock. In part it’s the shape, the texture and the turgidity of it, but mostly it’s the fact that it’s attached to Donny, whom I love with an extra flamey white-hot burning passion.

I loved sucking C’s cock too—I remember that the very first time I came with him like “look ma, no hands” while fucking, I had been sucking his cock and I noticed that I was inordinately turned on. When I straddled him and slid his cock into me, I was already most of the way to orgasm, primarily from having him in my mouth and down my throat, my nose struggling to snuggle up against his hard belly.

As much as I have adored sucking some men’s dicks, I have loathed sucking others. Part of it is the size—I am an avowed queen of a modestly oversized dickdom—but more often it is the bigness of the dick in the man, and not the smallness of the dick itself. Tyler is not well endowed, but he could face-fuck me until I turned metaphorically blue, and I would have been delighted. Ernie, however…ah, Ernie…my resentment to him knew no bounds and I would find myself gagging the moment his modicum of cock touched my tongue.

The most repellant blowjob I ever gave was this pity job I doled out to the grubby needy pleading of this pathetisad little dude’s little dick. I remain unsure to this day why I did it—I really didn’t have to and yet I did, inconceivable as it is to my ken at this moment. I still detect a delicate heave of distaste when I recall the guy’s begging. And yet I gave in.

But all of this tattered and glorious reminiscence doesn’t really give you much of an idea of what it actually feels like to slide a cock down your throat. It merely gives you the back-story, if you will, the sympathetic understanding that no small part of the pleasure comes from giving pleasure to a specific dick and a specific person, and no small part of the pain comes from the same.

The mouthfeel of a hard cock is singular. A soft cock kind of feels like other things, like a finger or maybe an unflexed muscle. A soft cock is sort of floppy and soft, and maybe sucking it stirs up primordial memories of nursing. At any rate, when my mouth wraps around a flaccid dick, the sensation isn’t so wholly unto itself as wrapping my mouth around an erect cock.

The erect cock has a kind of kinetic smoothness, a sort of strange resilient rigidity. There is almost no drag as my mouth moves over the taut skin of a hard dick. Something about the hard dick—a hard dick that I like, which for the intents and purposes of this piece we’ll just take as assumed—compels me to suck it. A soft dick elicits a different response from me; I want to nurture it with my mouth. A hard dick, though, I feel a challenge to devour.

When I’m in bed with Donny, for example, I often have to remind myself to slow down and tease him. Intellectually, I recognize the purpose of the oral tease; I get the point of attenuating the blowjob act for his pleasure. But when I’m on my knees in front of him, or hovering over his prone body, or supine with him straddling my shoulders, and his big fat-bellied cock is there—right there—in front of my nose, it’s pretty much all I can do not to take it in my mouth and down my gullet as far as I can, which, at first, isn’t so far.

The art of deep-throating lies in two things: creating enough high-quality viscous porn-starry spit, and relaxing your throat to accommodating proportions. Both take time. The gag reflex is my friend, I know, and so I court it with a wily coquettishness. I take the dick in as far as it just uncomfortably will go, and I wait, holding my breath, until I find my throat begin to relax and until I need to breathe. Then I’ll slide my mouth to the tip, do a little do-si-do with my tongue at the end, and slide back up until I just barely begin to gag and hold again, swallowing the tip.

At these moments what I feel is a mixture of challenge and trust and pride. I trust the man not to thrust and fuck up my prep time. I challenge myself to see how much I can put in my throat, how long I can hold it, how easily I can get ready. And I feel pride in a blowjob well begun. When a guy does thrust and fuck my face before I have properly lubed my throat, it hurts. It feels a lot like when you swallow very hot soup or too big a piece of lamb shank. It sometimes makes me gag a bit, and other times it makes me gag  a lot.

After a few minutes of warm up, I can feel my throat begin to relax. Usually then I find an angle that will work for sustained deep-throat with this particular cock—and all are different. Sometimes I like to control the blowjob, and sometimes I like to be face-fucked. And other times, like when I’m tied up, I don’t really have a choice but enjoy being face-fucked. In all cases, finding a comfy spatial relationship is key. Bad angles make for bad fellatio—it’s simple human geometry,

When I’m in control, I feel like I’m choreographing an elaborate underwater ballet with my mouth, my hands, and the dick at hand and mouth. The slurpy noises, the imagined visual, the occasional eye contact, the hushed bated breath, the timely exhale, the fingers sliding the mix of saliva and pre-cum, the cock that pauses, filling my mouth and my throat, my throat fluttering little swallows around its tip. I love the feel of having my mouth full. If I’m really into it, it makes me wish that the guy had two or three other dicks to fill me with simultaneously. This strange feral compulsion washes over me and I wish I could take him into me everywhere all at once, even as I’m trying to keep my head while I’m giving head.

When I’m being face-fucked, however, the sense of control is lost and in its place comes a wild ride. When face-fucked, I feel like I have to keep a delicate balance between my breathing, my relaxed throat, and this relentless pneumatic cock that is drilling my mouth. Much of my experience then is completely wrapped up in my submitting to the moment, of finding my slender balance in this overwhelming crash of sensation. It, too, is pleasurable, though rhythm is important, for if the man isn’t aware of what he’s doing, he can make me gag, and then I have to fight to control that urge, to will it to stop and to find my calm center in his pheromone storm. My throat is almost always sore the day after a rigorous face-fucking.

I have never willingly spit. I like swallowing—or I should say I like it with the guys I like. If I was angry at my boyfriend, as I was with Ernie, swallowing felt like a mouthful of gall. A cock about to come  sends out subtle susurrations before the Doppler ripples that signify the coming. I like feeling them, feeling it all, the tense taut tightening of flesh, the slight up-pull of his balls, the St. Vitus shaking. All of it. There is nothing like the undulation of a cock that is coming. I can feel from my lips, through my mouth, along my tongue and into the back of my throat the current of  a man’s orgasm as it flows through his cock. It’s a wondrous thing, to have him tense under me, to feel him grip my hair, to hear him moan or scream, to see him twitch and jerk, to feel his orgasm graffiti my throat.

Afterwards, if he’ll let me, sometimes I lay there next to him, his cock held gently as an unspoken word in my mouth as returns to its fragile birdling state. Then, the feeling is not so much power, or submission, or even wonder, as it is contentment.

Translating the purely physical into written language is difficult, and this piece feels to me a bit more forced than my usual writings, perhaps because it’s dick-sucking divorced from the whole rolling rest of it.

I hope, though, dear querying reader, that this writing helps assuage your curiosity. Even better, I hope it whets it.

Life is too short to spend it reading. The world is your oyster. Go slurp it.

Comments

[Mehe]

I wholeheartedly agree with you. There is no better sensation in this world than looking at your man as he comes and knowing that YOU made that happen, and you got to watch it happen. There's nothing better than planting yourself firmly between a man's legs, and feeling him squirm under you and then hearing that satisfying sigh and feeling it happen.

[MrManicDepressive]

Why deny yourself 50% of possible sex partners? I've sucked one cock in my life, not to completion but enough to taste the salty pre-cum. If I ever get the chance to do it again, I will. I don't see anything wrong with it. Besides, maybe it'll help my chances in convincing TW to swing. :D :D :D

Having spent my wild years being bi; I downed more than my share of the good goo. Having done that, on my best day, I could not have expressed it anywhere nearly as well. Donnie is a lucky guy. I hope he gives as good as he obviously gets!

[Minx]

"The world is your oyster. Go slurp it."

That's one of the best lines i've ever read. Outstanding!!

[Please allow me to borrow it -- for use in private verbalisation only.]

Kisses
Minxy

[BlackOps]

wow!

[Bad Kitty]

As always, it was well-written; you took me back to my favorite cock sucking memories with your descriptions. Mmmm.

[Joe]

"Translating the purely physical into written language is difficult..."

As one who struggles with said translation regularly, and as a sometimes deep throater myself, I think you did a marvelous job here.

Joe

[chelsea girl]

Yup, nothing like the deep-dicking oral. How lovely that I've struck a (vocal) chord in all of you.

kissykiss,
chelsea girl

[jane]

I love how a good, solid, deep deepthroating can feel almost overwhelming. And I love how it can be absolutely powerful or utterly submissive, depending on the dynamic.

By the way, have you seen Christopher Hitchens' essay in this month's Vanity Fair on the blow job? Cocksucking has made its way into polite conversation. And American identity.

[chelsea girl]

I know! Christopher Hitchens on the slurpy art. I have to check it out. He kind of gives me a pain in the ass, Mr. Hitchens does. I want to like him, I really do, but I once saw him on Bill Maher, and the lead singer from Better Than Ezra reduced Hitchens to accusing him of being gay.

Like that was the best retort he could come up with? When the lead singer of a second-tier band makes you go all homophobe, you have some deep, deep unpretty issues.

You know?

cheers,
chelsea girl

[Eros]

View erotic stories here too.

[KtotheE]

Oooh. You just got eros-blogged. You're going to get even MORE traffic now. B^)

[~P]

Oooh, why don't they tell you the bit about how to relax the throat in sex-ed? *Takes note*

[Metatron]

Or as Spinoza tells us, DESIRE = Appetite + Awareness.

[BANDULU]

Well,well,well!As a young student i first experienced a blow job in a darkroom with the red light bathing my kneeling partner as she initiated me into something I didn't quite understand.Later,a few years later I was taught how to relax and enjoy.Some of us guys don't know how to recieve an artistic blow.But after reading this article,I know it's only happened twice,I'm now 48!!! Don't get me wrong,I've had some cool sucks,but a good slow slurping,dripping eyewatering mouth,sinking down and down until her tongue darts in between trembling balls,is rare.I'm not married and have vowed to say,"YES I DO" at the next woman,girl,twink that can produce that falling sensation......oral vertigo!
Slurp-on!
B

[Kristin]

Chelsea, you taught me how to do this and down to the downward slope of a comma you describe my exact feelings about it. Oh, how I do wish I could write as you do; but now, at least, I can do what you describe so well.
Thank you.
Kristin

[Beth (married and shared)]

having just recently found your articles and site. thank you so much for so sweetly and beautifully articulating your love of deepthroat and throat fucking. i completely agree. i've been a lover of this since before my marriage and submission. they are intricately intertwined and inseperable. "learning" to deepthroat was a long time in achieving it, but with my lover and then husband it was not only successful, but beautiful in the process. i cried with such joy once it was achieved. a moment indeliblely etched into my memory for forever. your suggestions regarding spit and saliva are right on the money, wish i'd have known all that when i was in training. i smiled with your self-challenge, as i've done the same, many times with many lovers.

thank you!
signed with pride as a married woman, shared through submission

[11bravo]

CG Summers you a national treasure no perhaps that is too narrow, you are a galactic treasure. I have only met one woman who could utterly engulf me, I was and will always be, awestruck be the astonishing control and determination involved. Keep inspiring the masses.

[zudomo]

The mouthwatering blend of lust, charm and and erudition leaves me gasping for less...more...some!

[Rich]

You are a remarkable woman.

[judd_studd]

I really enjoyed the article and remember fondly the first time a dear sweet girl took my cock, began kissing it and after several moments, which seemed like an eternity, let my cock slide down into the depth of her throat and embraced it with her throat muscles. She then began her meticulous movements that caused me to erupt into her throat. It was such a wonderful feeling that I have searched for the past 50 years for someone that could do it as well. She was an artist in the act of deep throating and your writing tells me that you are an artist as well. You emblaze an image in the mind of the recipient that is more beautiful than anything his eyes and mind has experienced before. As I read I imagined that you were doing it to my cock and must say I got a faint glimpse of the same beauty, it can't be vivid as I haven't experienced it first hand. I just want to say THANK YOU for sharing. To those guys who have never experienced an artist like this at work, be patient, she will thrill your soul. Just be patient and still, the time for movement will come. She will cue you as to when it is acceptable, if you are truly in tune with her. Three cheers for Deep Throat and Linda Loveless for making the world aware it has existed for ages.

[~T]

Many women would love to deepthroat, but never find out because they are too afraid to try it. I hope your wonderful post encourages them to learn how. To the male readers, it is really your obligation to help the woman learn. Be slow; be gentle; let her set the pace and take the lead. Tell her how much you are enjoying what she is doing for you. Encourage her to relax her throat. Don't facefuck her the first time you get down her throat. If she doesn't like to be facefucked, she may equate it with deepthroating, and you'll ruin it for her. If you help her enjoy the experience, you'll be in her throat a lot later, and she'll be more open to new variations. Be appreciative after she's done. Treat her like a person who has given you a gift; don't let her feel like a cum-receptacle.

BTW, for people who are not too crazy about the taste of cum, deepthroating while his cock is cumming gets the cum way past the taste buds.