I didn’t know or understand what deepthroating was the first time I heard about it. I thought it was simply taking a dick into your mouth as far as you could, or rather, as far as your body would allow. My husband would tell me to deepthroat him, so I’d press his dick down as hard as I can in the back of my mouth for a few seconds and gag. I thought if you gagged it was deepthroating. I was happy that I could let him feel the back of my throat and show him I could gag for him. He was happy to feel the back of my throat, and truthfully, he took pride in his dick making me gag. Ladies, it really isn’t a necessity to learn to deepthroat, because the truth is, some men prefer to feel superior. It’s an ego thing, and men want to conquer us in every way. However, to deepthroat a man is conquering him. It’s empowering. Watching a man’s face when you make his pride and joy disappear before his very eyes and leave him with what looks like you eating his vagina, is emasculating. But, these men, who get deepthroated, learn to pride themselves in their woman’s ability. Their pride is transferred onto their partner being able to do what no other women could. And, it takes a real man to realize that he met his match. But there is much more to it. Deepthroating has become one of the most sought-after talents that I never knew I wanted to learn.
Upon researching forums asking “Can your girl deepthroat?” I’ve heard of men (and even women) calling deepthroaters “slutty” or “whores,” but these are probably men whose women are close-minded, prude, or just can’t suck their dicks right; on the other hand, a sex forum surveyed its users (please keep in mind, this is a very highly sexual group surveyed) and 1 girlfriend out of 10 in these men’s past, had this skill. Out of their current relationships, it averaged about 9 out of the 100 men had current spouses or girlfriends who had this skill. Interesting stats, not sure how true it holds up if surveyed at a political forum or otherwise. If this statistic were accurate, I wanted so bad to be that <10% of the talented few who could please her man.
Learning to deepthroat was a challenge for me, albeit a fun challenge. Even before I started, my mind was ready to do it. I just knew that I would be able to deepthroat so easily. I knew that I would learn it quick and master it in a few minutes. I couldn’t have been more wrong.
For my first attempt, my husband, Ryan, was laying down while I was between his legs. Even though my mind was open and willing, my body just wasn’t on the same page. I did a little of my normal dick sucking, stroking while only going about two inches down. It would only be a matter of time before I go “all the way down.” I didn’t warm myself up. I let his head go over the area where my hard palate ended, but as soon as I did, my body went into self-preservation mode, closed up my throat, and gagged his dick out. I didn’t realize it at the time, but thinking back, that’s exactly what happened: my throat blocked off his cock as soon as I felt like I was in “danger.” Even with me closing off my throat, I kept trying to force his dick down, and in doing so I was hurting my throat. I was mentally accepting to the idea of deepthroating, but I wasn’t physically accepting…yet. Needless to say, I failed that day. I was disappointed, but since it was only my first attempt I would chalk it up as part of the learning process.
The next day I tried a different position. Instead of being between his legs I would be on his left side. I hoped that the contour of his dick would work better with the angle of my throat. In theory, this position should have worked easily. In theory. I started off slow, licking and sucking seductively. It was the only thing I knew. But like the day before, I panicked, closed off the entrance to my throat, and gag reflex kicked in again and again. I didn’t throw up, but a little bit of stomach acid crept up my throat. As soon as I felt this, I hastily pushed it down toward the entrance yet again. Imagine gargling mouthwash and how you block off your throat to keep from swallowing it – the area in your mouth that the mouthwash touches is the only area his dick touched, i.e. not down my throat. I should have learned from the previous day’s attempt that it won’t work when you’re doing it in frustration. At this point I didn’t realize that your mind and body have to be in sync to accomplish something.
I decided to stop for a day and reassess my strategies. What was I doing wrong? Is my throat too small? Is his dick too long? Too hard? Am I a slow learner or am I just not destined to learn this?
So the next day I wanted to try it by 69ing with me on top. I was determined to keep looking until I found a way to get this right. I started off how I usually do: sucking and licking, getting myself warmed up, as well as my husband. Then I let his dick head rub my hard palate, coaxing and getting myself used to it being back so far. My throat skin was not used to having something rub against it. I gagged, but I pushed myself to keep going, then pulled his dick out. I worked his head to the same spot and I gagged again. I tried a third time, but then I started coughing and gagging. Once I get the tickle feeling in my throat it just worsened until finally I have to stop. Which is exactly what happened.
After a few weeks of trying, I was finally a little more successful. Ryan was my male cheerleader: “That’s it…keep going a little lower…oh! Almost got it!” His talking was making me nervous and throwing me off so I told him to be quiet and just let me work. I closed my eyes, relaxed my throat muscles and my jaw bone, and let his dick head slowly creep onto my soft palate. That wasn’t too bad, I thought to myself. I pulled back and sucked and licked a bit. After about a minute I was ready to try again. His head glided over my soft palate again, this time getting very close to my tonsils. I let it linger over the soft palate before finally popping it toward my uvula (the little flap of skin that hangs down that looks like a boxing speed bag) and for the first time, dipping down into my throat. As I felt his dick hitting the back of my throat, then curve down and slide deeper into my esophagus, my husband asks, “Did you do it? Did it go down your throat?” Upset that he couldn’t tell, I pull up off his dick and ask, “What do you think?!” What did I expect? He’d never felt his dick deepthroated and I had never deepthroated. I was so excited that I finally did it! It happened so fast! Once you get passed the threshold where your throat wants to reject his dick, you just have to push it back. Like pulling a Band-Aid…you have to do it fast or you’ll feel fear and dread the entire time.
One of my biggest concerns was choking and coughing and not being able to pull his dick out in time so I end up biting down on him (which has never happened). Feeling a cock in your throat is kind of like feeling of suspending the food in your throat. Try it yourself. Eat a piece of bread and swallow, but try to keep it from going down your throat. You can’t. Why? Your throat muscles automatically push food down to keep your windpipe clear and allow air to pass in and out. If you could keep food in your throat and go against your body’s reaction to keeping your throat clear, that is the feeling of deepthroating, which may be why a reason why it’s such difficult skill to learn.
During this session, I deepthroated a few times, trying to get my accustomed to this new accomplishment. It wasn’t anything as impressive as what I do now as far as techniques. I didn’t push my face all the down into his crotch, I didn’t do the “washing machine” technique, or any of the others that I can do now, but as they say, the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.
Once I realized 69ing was the best platform to get accustomed with deepthroating, I knew I had to try that position again. It was my best chance. By now I’d been practicing for a few days and despite not learning to deepthroat as fast as I’d hoped, I was still determined. I mounted my man and stuffed my mouth with his cock. I felt my mouth getting fuller and fuller as it expanded. I waited until he was at 80% fully erect. I lathered up his cock with my spit and lowered my mouth down. My confidence had been building since I believed I had already deepthroated several days before this moment. It was muscle memory of sorts. Was I able to do it this day? Yes! I felt his head pop past the soft flesh in the back of my mouth and down into my throat. I pulled him out, and did it again. And again. And again. My husband had no doubt that this was deepthroating. True deepthroating. I bobbed my head faster, easier. Not necessarily further down. But I was doing it! I felt Ryan stop sucking my clit as he wanted to enjoy every second his dick plunged into a place no dick has ever been. Ryan didn’t cum; he could cum any time he wanted. It wasn’t everyday he would feel his wife finally learn to deepthroat for the first time.
Continued: Deepthroating A Dildo The Size of My Forearm