FACE FUCKING: Aggressive deepthroat fellatio (see previous article: Face Fucking)
IRRUMATION: The act of thrusting of the penis between the legs, breasts, feet, upper thighs (also known as interfemoral sex), mouth and throat, or between the abdomens of two partners. In the ancient Roman sexual vocabulary, irrumatio is strictly a form of os impurum, oral sex, in which a man forces his penis into someone else’s mouth, almost always that of another man.
These are both good definitions, but I will lean toward the second definition as I believe face fucking connotes a very forceful and passionate sexual act.
I’ve seen many amateur face fucking videos of all types: some where a girl is on her knees and takes no more than two inches in her mouth, another where she’s sitting on a couch and the guy is standing over her, and some where she’s got her head off the edge of the bed or couch. When the guy holds her head and tries to fuck her face, she fights a little as she cannot take it all in. It seems like they both enjoy the back and forth struggle. However, at times the girls will jerk their heads back and give a quick look of “Damn, you asshole! Don’t do it so rough!” I know it’s just for show and as soon as the camera turns off, she cringes and complains. I used to be really judgmental, saying things like, “But she’s not even taking him at least halfway down!” It seemed that I forgot that I was physically able to only do what those girls did, if not much less. I remember when I could only suck to the bottom of Ryan’s circumcision scar — gagging immediately if I tried to take more.
I did like the idea of the act – the violence, the aggression, the brute force of a man’s hips slamming his dick into my face and down my throat. When I first started learning to face fuck, I was uncertain of who I was or what I was allowed to enjoy without being judged by Ryan, so I remember being hesitant in embracing it. I also remember my first time trying. I read that this face fucking technique, hanging your head off the bed, made it easier to learn deep throat. It gave the penis a smoother path down your throat. I remember Ryan fucking my face, and for the first time in my life, I felt in danger. It wasn’t Ryan’s intentions, but as he pumped his hips in and out and got harder with each thrust, I no longer had any control. If I closed my throat like I used to, his erection and sleek penis head would pry open my throat and tongue like a fleshy crowbar, and force its way inside. The penis was built for this. It scared me. I remember feeling him cum with his balls smashed against my face, watching his ass hole pucker up with each cum shot, and feeling his hard dick jerk inside my throat. Whether I wanted to swallow or not, was no longer an option. I took his cum forever.
It’s not that I would get mad at Ryan for being the aggressor, because I like that. It was the fact I lost all control. As a young woman, I had to feel like I had some sort of control. Even if it was my enthusiasm, I wanted to make sure Ryan knew I was in control. With face fucking, there is no control or emotion. Your face gets used and fucked with very little emotional connection. As soon as I understood how my body and his body worked (my mind was accepting of face fucking as something I wanted to learn), I could not be stopped. The more I realized I would drip and even squirt from being face fucked, I knew it was something I secretly desired. It’s now my favorite position. In bed, I love this absolutely powerless position.
So as I watched more and more face fucking videos (although normally I didn’t just watch porn when I learned to deep throat, I practically studied clips), I came upon one where a girl had her head hanging off the edge of the bed. I thought it was going to be a humdrum face fuck, when suddenly her gag reflex kicked in and she threw up all over herself. And being upside down, it was all over her face, nose, eyes…everywhere! Chunks of food spewing and coating her face, as if someone threw a melted ice cream sundae with peanuts at her! I don’t have a vomit fetish and seeing it didn’t give me a new goal, but it was her persistence and lack of fear and shame that I came to appreciate. I don’t even remember if he came or not, but I know it is probably one of the impressive things I’ve seen anyone do.
Then I wondered how I would react if that ever happened to me. Through deep throating I’ve learned two things: that I can handle Ryan’s cock and that I can control my gag reflex.
This weekend was different. Ryan told me that he wanted to face fuck me, but pull out and cum all over my face. We had fucked multiple times the few days prior but he purposely would stop before he came. Now I knew why, he wanted to explode all over my face. Of course I was down for it (see previous article: 31 Days of Cum Shots project). This could be fun! Me and Ryan took a few shots of rum to kick off our Friday barbecuing. This is what we usually do, so my drinking was not threatened by the fact I would be face fucking moments later. That day, however, was different. Maybe it was my allergies and and the cold I was fighting because both were terrible that day. After my fourth shot, I felt a slight burning in my throat, as if the alcohol was stuck in my esophagus. I washed it down with some Coke and thought nothing more of it.
As we waited for the steaks to marinate, we slipped into the bedroom and I jumped onto the bed. I stripped down to nothing and lay on the bed as I waited for Ryan to mount my face. I looked up and over my shoulder as Ryan pulled his dick out and began stroking in front of me. I wanted to taste him so bad. I felt the bed shift as he made his way to me. I eagerly pulled him toward my face and took his large soft dick into my mouth. His hanging balls rubbed against my nose and face. He pumped his hips as his cock began to thicken. It grew slowly, bending slightly in my throat with each motion. I love the feeling of his growing penis as it morphs from limp to thick to fat to fully erect. When he’s thick, he forces his body to push his dick down my throat, slightly folding as it enters my tight throat. The harder he gets, the easier it is to do straight down. Friday, though, was different. Ryan was talking dirty and began fucking my throat as hard as he could. Slamming his cock into the back of my mouth at times, forcing his dick to find any hole to squeeze into. I gagged a few times, but it wasn’t a big deal because nothing ever comes up. I never ask him to stop. In fact, I get upset when he stops and wants to fuck my pussy instead. That day, he thrust his dick in my mouth, rubbing his sweaty balls and ass on my face each time he pulls out to let me breath. I love it.
I can feel Ryan is about to explode because his movements got more intense. He sits up and I put his ball sack in my mouth. I feel him thumping my chin and chest with his dick telling me he is about to cum all over me. As he lifts his body up and un-suctions his sack from my lips, he immediately replaces it with his long dick. I feel his dick bury itself deep in my throat, as deep as it can go. Within seconds, a gag feeling erupted, one that wasn’t any different from the others. I ignored it and allowed myself to dry heave normally. But as soon as Ryan lifted up, I felt a wetness bubbling up from my throat. Not once did I feel like the contents of my stomach were going to expel unexpectedly because it happened so fast, and before I knew it, I actually threw up! It wasn’t projectile vomiting but very subtle like a tabletop water fountain. It wasn’t until I felt a mouth full of stomach acids and liquor actually in my mouth did I realize that there was stuff coming up. For a split second I thought to myself, “Should I swallow this?” Instead, I pushed out all the viscous liquid out with my tongue and let it spill over the corners of my mouth and down my face. The acids, working immediately, burned into my cheeks, some in my ear, as well as my hair. As Ryan watched my face covered with vomit, he stroked his dick and shot cum all over me. He later told me that as he pulled out to cum, he saw me throw up all over myself, then shot all over my wet face. Obviously holding out for a few days was a complete waste, as I don’t care if he didn’t cum for a year, he wasn’t going to facial me worse than I had just facialed myself.
During any other time in my life I believe I would have been upset – by the mess, by the “disrespect” shown to my body, and maybe even by the embarrassment. But the idea of being face fucked so hard that I threw up had become a badge of honor, one that meant I persevered and endured humiliation at all costs. Immediately, Ryan asked if I was okay, hoping I wasn’t upset. At first I didn’t answer, still shocked about what had happened. After I washed off and got myself together, I opened the shower door and asked Ryan, “Did that turn you on?” He nodded that it did, and I knew inside I really liked it as well. Something the old me would not have enjoyed at all.
As I came out of the bathroom and looked at the bed, needless to say, the bed had two big wet spots (one on each side of my head), which I asked Ryan to cleaned up.