“Mm hmmm.”
“Wet with your hungry mouth.”
“Mm hmmm,” I say again.
“Wet back there in the alley—”
Now, I pause, but she doesn’t. With a request spoken in undertone to the pierced sales dyke, she disappears behind a door that says Employees Only. When she returns, I immediately sense that something has changed. Her stride is different in her indigo boot-cut jeans. Her gray eyes are glowing. Empty-handed, she leads me in a pony-step out the door and around the corner. Presses me up against the chipped brick wall between two gray metal dumpsters, opens her fly with a single tug, and then pushes me down on my knees.
Dirty, my mind screams. Not X-rated dirty. Not sinful dirty. But filthy dirty. Crumpled newspapers wafting around us. Garbage smells. Creatures rustling unseen but heard.
“Suck it.”
Working that luscious rod around in my mouth, I am transported. The toy is so blue, and smooth, and delicious as it slides between my lips that I forget everything else. In public, we are alone. My hot tongue slips up and down, tickling the tip, learning the curves. Deep throating something this silky smooth seems the most natural thing in the world. I go down, down, down on it. Fucking that toy with my mouth. Showing Chelsea exactly how much I want to please her.
“Get it really wet,” my lover says, and now my mind is overwhelmed by a completely new—and very selfish—thought. How sweet this plaything will feel when it meets my cunt. “Get it wetter than wet,” she whispers. “Wetter than me.”
At her words I realize how aroused Chelsea is already. Putting one hand up to her gently rounded inner thighs, I stroke softly there as I suck on her. Christ, it’s good. My fingers finding her swollen clit up under the harness and tapping on it as I keep up the steady ride with my mouth. My lips play tricks over the tip. My throat contracts. There is motion out at the end of the alley. Peripherally, I make out the blur of sunflower-yellow taxi cabs, the medley of colors as pedestrians crowd along the cracked concrete. But in my little world, there is only one thing: the blue, smooth sex toy between my parted lips.
“Get it all wet,” Chelsea says. “Get it ocean wet.”
I am. I know where it’s going, and I know what to do. I want to feel this alien object probing my inner walls. But first, I want to suck and suck and suck. Why? I don’t know. The hot pulse of sex in that store started me off. Chelsea’s teasing glances as she played with all the different paraphernalia. And the fact that she chose the right toy without hesitation. Understanding that I didn’t want real, I wanted cool.
But it’s warm now. Warm from my wet mouth, as my pussy is warm in my cargo pants. Chelsea will take care of me. I have faith. When she’s good and ready, she’ll whip me around so my palms are splayed on the brick wall of the store, and she’ll lower my slacks and slide aside my lacy lipstick-red thong, and thrust this space-age toy into my pussy.
For now, I do what she wants. Licking, sucking. Slurping on her hard blue rod, as only a back alley baby should.
CHAPTER 9
Deep Throat
Possibly the most famous film of porn’s golden age was the 1972 film Deep Throat, in which the adult actress Linda Lovelace made her most famous starring appearance. In the film, she played a woman who discovers with the aid of a very randy doctor that her clitoris is located in the back of her throat. Not a terribly complicated (or even possible) idea, but the plot device enabled the filmmaker to showcase Linda’s amazing real-life talent for fellating a penis of any size all the way down into her throat. When the filmmaker originally witnessed her doing it in person, in his office, he was inspired to create the film.
When Deep Throat hit the theaters, Lovelace’s performance caused such a stir that millions of Americans watched explicit sex onscreen for the first time. Frank Sinatra, Spiro Agnew, Warren Beatty, Truman Capote, Nora Ephron, and Bob Woodward (who used Deep Throat as the name for his key Watergate source) saw the film on its first run, and eventually more people saw Deep Throat in theaters than any other adult film. Deep Throat brought hard core into popular culture and played for eight consecutive years at a theater in Hollywood. And the technique, or at least a name for it, entered our collective consciousness, changing our sexual cultural landscape.
In terms of pleasure and what constitutes an effective blow job, there are countless differing opinions of this technique. Because of its reputation, and because it seems like virtually every porn starlet can sword-swallow with ease, it is an oft-requested skill, and most folks who give head want to know how to do it. Yet, for as many men out there who want their partners to swallow their penis whole, there are an equal number who say that receiving deep throat pales in comparison to, say, having their balls tugged, or getting a fierce and enthusiastic blow job. People who like to perform the technique enjoy it wholesale, relishing that they can take him all the way down, get turned on by the idea and act, and feel incredibly sexy for having the skill. There are lovers who might only do it because their lover wants them to—a turn-on in its own right. Some consider it merely a novelty; others might think it’s “the bomb.” However you come to it, learning to deep throat can increase your ease and comfort with fellatio in general, and it’s a terrific skill to add to your fellatio bag of tricks.
One of my favorite things to do is when he’s all the way in I “milk” him with my tongue and throat. I hold my head totally still; I can do this and masturbate at the same time, which I always want to do. He makes the most amazing noises!
Deep throating, novelty or not, can feel delicious to the recipient. The tip of your finger is a great place to begin understanding why—next time you’re in the proximity of a chocolate cake, dip one of your fingers in the frosting and suck it off, using the front part of your mouth (lips and tongue). The tip is the most sensitive part of your finger, in the same way his penis is most sensitive at the head and along the underside. This feels really good, but see how your finger feels when you push it all the way in, down to the base (if you can). Your finger is completely surrounded by the warmth and wetness of your mouth. This is the allure and pleasure of deep throating. When you take him all the way in, he is completely engulfed by the pleasurable sensations of your mouth. And for some men, the act itself can be a fantasy-fulfilling turn-on, or an emotionally satisfying act of acceptance.
Learning the logistics of deep throating is half the battle. Familiarizing yourself with anatomy of the mouth and throat will give you an idea of what exactly is going on when his penis goes past the back of your tongue. Underlying your oral anatomy are the nerve responses that trigger pleasurable messages to your brain and also the dreaded gag reflex. Angles and positioning are key for comfort and sustaining the activity—yours and his—for any length of time. Breathing and rhythm are also a big part of the process, both of which work in tandem. Combine these elements with your own preferred tricks and techniques, and you’ll be deep throating in ease, comfort, and pleasure.
The Anatomy of the Mouth and Throat
If you’ve never had any trouble with your mouth, you probably haven’t given it much thought. Blowing kisses, licking ice cream, crunching popcorn, swallowing saliva, talking a mile a minute—these things all happen with nary a conscious thought, like breathing. Our entire oral cavity is a system of constant motion, aqueous and in flux, a self-maintaining motion machine that performs numerous functions and is supported by hundreds of muscles, glands, and even helpful bacteria. Let our tour begin with a kiss.