The Compulsive Fellatrice

She was a fantastic bird, and I really thought I was lucky to be going out with her. I'd met her at this party, and arranged to take her to the pictures. She was a real dish. She had short, cropped blonde hair, and a long, graceful-looking neck. When she came to meet me that evening, she was wearing, under her coat, a white dress that displayed all the lines of her body.

We sat in the back row, and of course, I started kissing her, and feeling her tit through the material of her dress. I was surprised she let me go so far, but there was no resistance at all. I was kissing her, licking her tongue, sucking her lips, and at the same time feeling the soft roundness of her tit. I moved my hand down, thinking it might be a good idea to try for her crutch. But the next minute she had her hands on my prick, and was pulling down my zip. Well, I just lay back and let her get on with it. Fortunately no one was sitting in our row.

Soon she had my prick out, and she was gently stroking it and massaging it with her long, cool fingers. I couldn't really believe my good fortune. The next thing to happen, she suddenly slid down in the seat, slid to the floor, and somehow got herself between my legs. Next thing I know, she's got her head down, and I feel her mouth closing over my prick. I sat there, trying to look all innocent, trying to see if any people could see us, and all the time her mouth and tongue were working on me down there. It really felt fantastic, and I could hardly keep still in my seat with the pleasure of it. I could hear faint sucking sounds coming from her, and I held her head with my hands, feeling the movements as she moved her head back and forth.

The next minute I came, and felt myself jetting it all out into her mouth. I had to really restrain myself from making any noise, because it felt so good I wanted to cry out loud. Then the movements of her mouth and tongue stopped, except for a faint suction, and the movement of her jaws as she swallowed. Then her tongue started very faintly and gradually sliding over me, really feeling good. I felt a final little drop of semen being drawn out of my prick and into her mouth. She sat there like that for ages, just mouthing me.

Afterwards we went to her place, and did the same thing to me — except that being naked, her tongue could get to other places. She let me feel her body a bit, but she wasn't interested in ordinary intercourse. She just wanted to suck me. And her mouth felt so good, her tongue travelling over my balls, my prick and the crack in my bum, that I just let her, finally shooting my load deep into her throat.

It all finished one day when I went round to her place and found the door open. I walked in, but couldn't find her. Then I heard a sound coming from the bedroom, and went in there. What I found was her lying naked on the bed, while this disgusting old man sat on her, naked himself, sitting on her tits, his knees in her armpits. He was holding her head, pulling it up, and she was greedily sucking on his erect prick. He was really manky, this old man. All dirty. I can't think what his prick must have tasted like. But as I was watching, he came, and as she took it all in, her eyes closed. I saw a little bit of his semen spilling out of the corner of her lips and dripping down her chin, so that she looked like a girl sucking a large and luscious lollipop. I saw her swallowing, and it was all I could do not to puke.

I don't know where she got him from or anything, because as she suddenly saw me, I turned round and left, and never saw her again.

This is the compulsive fellatrice. The woman who is totally obsessed by going down on men. The woman who is so enamoured of the feel of a man's erection in her mouth, and of his ejaculation at climax, that she will go down on a man at the least opportunity, even in semi-public places. For these women, the act of fellatio is something special — an act that brings satisfactions that cannot be found in conventional intercourse.

Read now the account of a woman who admits to this obsession, and you will see the almost religious reverence as she describes oral contact with the male organ:—

'I can tell you the first time I did it. I was sixteen at the time. There was this boy I used to go around with, and I used to allow him a few liberties, like playing with my breasts, but nothing else. Actually, at that age I was surprisingly innocent about sex, I'd never seen a prick, and wasn't completely sure what it looked like.

'One day I went over to his house while his parents were out, and we were kissing on the bed. He was playing with my breasts and everything, and I allowed him to unbutton my dress and put his hands inside, to play with my bare breast. As I was lying there beside him, and feeling his fingers brushing across my nipple, I saw a straining bulge in the front of his trousers. I was very attracted by it, and it was just the sight of it which got me so stirred up. I remember putting out my hand and feeling it, feeling a strange mixture of hardness and softness, feeling too the way it moved as I touched it, like an animal responding to the touch of its owner.

'Forgetting everything else, just anxious to see it, to see what it was really like, I pulled it out, and it came springing up.

'I was amazed by it. It reminded me of a woman, dressed in a long dress and with a shawl over her head. I pulled down the foreskin, and the top popped out, all purple and smooth. I touched his smooth flesh, and Brian gasped. I looked at his face — he was lying there with his eyes closed, and a look of absolute ecstasy on his face. His prick was large — much larger than I had expected, and was somehow ancient — with all that wrinkled skin. I gently rested my cheek against it, feeling the hardness and the warmth. I felt almost as though I were worshipping it.

'Pulling the foreskin down, I gently brushed my lips against the tip. There was a smell coming from it — a strange, indescribable smell — kind of primitive and warm. I wondered how it would taste. Really I wasn't at first thinking of giving him pleasure — just of satisfying my own curiosity.

'I parted my lips, and gently lowered my head, so that the top of it passed through my lips, and I felt it filling my mouth. He gasped out loud at this, and I felt his body twitching on the bed. Gradually I moved my head downwards, wondering how much I would be able to get in my mouth. I gagged a bit, as the head touched the back of my mouth, but I found that if I straightened my neck I could get more and more of it between my lips and into my mouth.

'Finally my nose and lips were pressed up against his pubic hair. I felt his hands fluttering over my head, and heard his signs and groans, his obvious ecstasy adding to my pleasure. My jaws were wide apart, and his prick filled my whole mouth, feeling as if it were sticking down my throat. I felt half-suffocated, but excited at the same time. I moved my tongue, feeling it running over the wrinkled skin of the shaft.

'Gradually I lifted my head, watching the shaft as it came out, all wet and glistening. I ran my tongue softly over the tip, tasting him, feeling his warmth, the strange hard-softness of him.

'I found pleasure in moving my head up and down, so that I was alternately swallowing him up and relinquishing him. His prick seemed to be getting hotter and harder, as if it were building up into some strange kind of tension. As I thought this, he put out his hands and lifted my head, so that his erect prick left my lips. My mouth felt empty as if a mouthful of food had been taken away from me.

'What's the matter?' I said.

'I'm going to come,' he said. I asked him what he meant, and he told me that if I had kept on, some white slimey stuff would have gone into my mouth. I didn't care about white slimey stuff at this stage, and immediately I took him inyo my mouth again, his erect prick sliding into my mouth filling me with a sense of relief.

'After only a few seconds, the feeling of heat came back, and his body twitched violently on the bed, his hands gripping tightly, his toes wriggling.

'Then I felt a surge of heat, and a strange vibration. Suddenly hot syrup erupted into my mouth. There was a strong taste, a burning sensation, a feeling of thickness, It filled my mouth, and I swallowed instinctively, and then suddenly felt the most incredible surges going through my body. It felt as though I were on fire. My mouth was on fire with his sperm; my own organs were on fire too, sending flames through my whole body. I swallowed again, feeling the thickness sliding down my throat, nearing my muffled cries, feeling that I had tasted the ultimate pleasure — that nothing in this life could be better than this.'

This almost religious fervour is typical of the compulsive fellatrice. It has been suggested that this reverence for the male organ in fact covers up a deep-seated fear of the male, and that her desire to take a man in her mouth, and suck out his seed, reducing his erect penis to harmless softness, is a psychological way of neutralising his danger.

In these permissive times, the act of fellatio is becoming much more common among those women who, twenty years ago, would never have dreamed of doing such a thing. This is probably why this particular obsession is becoming more and more common.

Twenty-two-year-old Eileen, an American girl, talks about her obsession, and the way she prefers to carry it out:—

'I will give head to any man who asks me. It's the one thing I love doing, and I think about it all the time. But it's not always as satisfying as it could be. You know, some of the men are a bit — what do you say over here? — grotty.

'For a start, I like a man to be very clean. If men don't wash frequently you get a very strong pissy smell down there, and I don't like that — although some girls do. I like a nice, clean prick, and then I can really enjoy eating it.

'I like men to have medium-sized or small pricks. The really big ones you can't get in your mouth properly, and that's not much fun.

'Some men, as soon as you get your mouth round their prick, they grab your head, and start thrusting it right down your throat. I don't like that, because I cannot breathe, and start gagging. I prefer to do it my way, and that way I can gradually take it in, until it's all the way in. I like to start slowly, gently running my tongue over the tip, gradually taking in the whole shaft. I know some girls like to hold the tip in their mouth, and masturbate the guy, so that all they are doing really is masturbating him into their mouth. Some guys might prefer that, but what I like to do is to bring them off with my mouth alone. I like a gentle kind of suction, almost as if you were sucking on some great nipple. I like to put my head up behind, and put my finger on his arse-hole, gently moving my finger against it. When you are giving head to a guy, his arse is moving all the time — opening and closing, twitching in time to the sensations he's feeling.

'And when he comes, it opens and closes, and the opening and closing synchronises with the spurts that shoot into your mouth.

'I always swallow a man's juices. Not swallowing it is like smoking a cigarette without inhaling. I usually find that when he comes I come too, without touching myself. I like a man to have a lot of juice. When he really shoots a load, and you have to swallow over and over again so that your mouth doesn't fill up — well, the pleasure of that is really something.'

It is clear that women like this make something of an art out of the act of fellatio. Most of them require no other stimulation, and orgasm is induced in them by the feeling of the man ejaculating into their mouth. However, frequently their liking for particular ways of performing the act differs from one girl to another.

Take Andrea, a nineteen-year-old English girl, who lives in Bristol. She told us about the way she likes best to perform the act:—

'I suppose for me the act of fellatio has masochistic attractions. It is certainly my favourite sexual act, and I do not get as much pleasure from straight intercourse.

'What I like is for the man to undress me, and get me to lie down on the bed. Then I like him to unzip himself, and take out his erect prick. I like him to lie on me in such a way that his prick is level with my mouth. I like him to cram it in, and then move his body in the movements of intercourse, so that his prick is forced in and out of my mouth. What I like, I suppose, is for him to use my mouth as a vagina.

'In that position I can hardly breathe, because apart from his body on me, his penis is forced into my mouth, and I feel as though I cannot draw a breath. This is very exciting for me. Also the feeling of being used by him for his own sexual convenience. I lose my personality — I am just a sexual object being sexually abused by a man. From his position he cannot see me; the only part of me he is conscious of is my mouth.

'If the man keeps on his trousers, the feeling is intensified by the zip, which presses against my lips with the movements, and can be quite painful. But the main thing is the feeling of his prick, hard and aggressive, thrusting its way into my mouth and out again.

'When a man does this to me, I gradually feel as though my personality is melting away, as if everything that is me is being eradicated. Gradually I get the feeling of floating, conscious of nothing but the friction, and back-and-forth movement of his prick. When this happens I know I am close to orgasm.

'Then, when he starts jetting and spurting, shooting the hot, thick liquid into my mouth, I swallow it, and at the same time come myself. Of course, his movements become frenzied at this point, and men completely forget themselves, and ram their pricks as hard as they can, right down my throat. But this just adds to the pleasure of my orgasm at that point.

'Afterwards I like to suck their quiescent pricks. It's nice when they get all small and floppy, and I will lie there for hours sucking, tasting their sperm. It's like eating some delicious kind of sweet.'

It is clear that in women of this kind, the act of sucking on a man's penis has many kinds of psychological connotations for them. Most of the women draw a parallel with eating, and indeed, that is one of the names for oral sex in the United States. At the same time there is an association with suckling, and many women find fellatio comforting for this reason. Sucking a man's erect penis gives them the sense of security they felt as a baby, at the breasts of their mother. And at the end of the act, they are rewarded with the 'milk' of the man's ejaculation.

But much the same can be said of any woman who enjoys sucking her husband's or boyfriend's penis.

The big difference lies in the obsessive nature of these women. Their liking for fellatio is an extreme, and for this reason they tend to take part in extreme acts. Witness our last account, that of Marie, a sloi-eyed, quiet blonde of twenty-eight. Quiet-spoken, pleasant in personality, one would not guess what was to Marie the height of erotic enjoyment.

Here is Marie's account of her most memorable sexual encounter. It began when some members of the local rugby team met at the pub. Marie sat in the corner watching them, and then later in the evening struck up a conversation with them. There were six men in all. During the course of the evening, Marie stated to one of the men that she would be happy to satisfy them all orally. The word quickly went round, and Marie left the pub, accompanied by the six men:—

'We went round the back of the pub, to a little yard they have there. I felt terrifically excited, so that I could hardly breathe. I was thinking of the men's pricks, and how they would look, taste and feel.

'There are lots of houses backing the yard of the pub, and one of them had a woman in the window, looking down at us. But I didn't care who was watching.

'I got all the men to unzip themselves, and in the end they all dropped their trousers and pants. I just looked at all the pricks — some stiff and some droopy — with greedy eyes. They were all different, some bigger, some smaller, some with long foreskins, and two of them circumcised. The woman in the window was looking down with amazement on her face, and a couple of the blokes were calling to her to join us, but she kept watching.

'I got on my knees, and went to the first man. His prick was big, and it filled my mouth. I just gave it a bit of a suck, and then moved onto the next one, which was a bit droopy. I got it standing stiff, and then moved on. I went round all the men like this, tasting all the different tastes, smelling all the different odours. By the time I had got back to the first one, they were all standing stiff. I moved my mouth back and forth along the shaft, really loving the feel of it, until I felt the signs, and then allowed him to shoot out his stuff into my mouth.

'Then I moved immediately to the next man. My mouth was still hot from the ejaculation of the first, and soon the second was pumping his hot, thick syrup into my mouth. By the time I got to the fourth man, semen was dripping from my mouth, and the hot, thick taste of it was filling me. But it seemed that every man added to my enjoyment. Sliding his stiff prick into my mouth, into the slimey remains of his colleague's ejaculations, moving him in my slippery mouth, feeling the hot pulsing of his come.

'I finally got to the last man, my jaws aching, and his anticipation was so great, having watched me suck off all his colleagues, that he came almost immediately, a copious discharge.

'I had finished. I had it in my hair, running down my face, dripping from my mouth, and even dripping down my neck. But I was happy and satisfied. More content than I had ever been before. By the way, the woman was still watching. I don't think she could believe her eyes.'

Indeed, most people do find it difficult to understand how a woman can take pleasure from such an act. But the compulsive fellatrice is not difficult to understand. For her, she is only living when she has a fat penis between her lips. For her, semen is as necessary as food. For her, the supreme act is one of worship for the male, on her knees in front of him, receiving the boiling seeds of his orgasm and taking it in like food.

Perhaps you might think she is the ideal woman, but men who become involved with her quickly become tired of her one-track mind. And when they find that her worship is directed towards any male who wants it, and that in fantasy at least for her the supreme act is biting it off and eating it, then their enthusiasm takes another knock.

Excessive worship is too much for any god to take. Any male who becomes involved with the compulsive fellatrice quickly realises that she is a sick woman.

And a sick woman does not make a good bedmate.