“I hate swallowing my husband’s cum. I don’t know if it’s because I know it comes from inside his body or I just don’t get why men need to have their mess swallowed. It just makes me want to gag. Plus the taste and texture are horrible.”
I understand how you feel because there was a time when I didn’t like swallowing. I did it, but I didn’t enjoy it. Semen isn’t pumpkin juice. I get it, it doesn’t have a marketable flavor. But there is a mental feeling behind it, symbolism if you will, behind the act of swallowing. It’s your man, it’s his juices, it’s clean, and more importantly, it’s not disgusting. How could something that creates human life be disgusting? I think you have to understand this concept as a first step in swallowing, not just plugging your nose and asking your man to accept the “I swallowed. Are you happy now?” attitude.
With that being said, understand that it’s not the taste that you hate, it’s probably the act. Full acceptance of your man and, for lack of a better word, swallowing your pride, means you are ready to start having fun with your man’s semen. Start with a small lick of it, just enough to taste it. Feel the texture, the aftertaste, the way it slides on your tongue, the gritty feeling left behind when you swallow – love it, love everything about it. When you’re ready, let him shoot on your lips; lick your lips clean like you’re licking cupcake icing off of your lips.
Another thing to remember is that for me, it turns me on to show off to my man that I love his cum, to the point where I want it everywhere on me. I’ll let him cum anywhere he wants as long as I get to eat it. Another symbolic action is ensuring that it ends up in me, either in my mouth, vagina, or ass. I’m not a prostitute who wipes her John’s jizz off her stomach or ass cheeks when she’s done fucking. It’s an honor to have my man on me, in me, wherever I can get it. You work hard to turn him on, fuck him, and to get his juices flowing out and up his dick. So whatever comes out of it, you own. Why would I want the fluid that helped create my family thrown in the trash or flushed down the toilet on a napkin? It’s special, I treat it special. I take care of my man’s seeds, and put them where they belong, in my body.
Remember: of all the things you put in your body – alcohol, cigarettes, drugs (illegal or otherwise) soda, junk food, and candy, semen should be the least of your problems. It’s healthy, clean (probably the absolute cleanest thing that comes out of the human body — as long as your man is healthy), and it’s chock full of nutrients.
Face fucking is just like how it sounds: a man is fucking your mouth. My husband and I discovered this position as we were finding new ways to deepthroat (see article “Deepthroating: My Introduction”). Face fucking has become one of my favorite positions and sometimes I prefer it to vaginal sex because of how much I love doing this. This position gets me the wettest, the most turned on, and nothing we do ever compares to how wet my pussy gets from taking his cock in my throat.
Round 2: I lick the corners of my mouth as my husband’s dick is getting thicker between my jaws. If I don’t, his shaft will burn my lips. I trace my fingers down his crack and fondle his loose balls. They’re warm and they hang low, hitting my face with every pumping action. His ball skin is smooth and I suck on them while stroking his dick before he begins again. My husband moans as he feels my warm mouth around both his balls. I signal that I’m ready to go again by pulling him down to me. I open my mouth wide and since it’s slowly getting harder, I tilt my head back to make way for a growing cock. I take a deep breath. He’s thick and can easily find its way straight down my throat. He buries his face in my pussy and wraps his arms around my legs like he’s climbing a tree. His slimy wet cock makes smacking sounds each time he pulls up. Time.
Round 4: My husband drops his dick down and I am more than eager to gulp him down. I pull him as far down as he can go and his balls, now tight, his nuts pulled deep into his crotch, have stopped slapping me on the face. I rub my clit in small little circles as my entire body bounces under his weight. He fucks my mouth so hard, but I’ve learned to face fucking so well, how to angle my head at every stage of hardness, that I beg (loud gargled moans) for him to keep ramming his cock down my throat. He wants to stop because he is afraid he’s hurting me. He pulls out for a second and I tell him not to stop, to keep going until he cums. I immediately slam his hips back into my face. I take other hand and feel my pussy dripping with my own froth. It’s gotten on the sheets, a wet spot forming under both my ass cheeks. My moans are muffled each time his dick blocks my throat. His dick is rock hard now, his hot cum is ready to shoot out. But I hold him down, his tight balls on my nostrils, the tip of his 9 inch dick head settled at the deep end of my throat. His nutsack twitches on my face as his cum shoots into my throat. Seven shots, eight shots, nine shots…his dick keeps cumming and I don’t have to swallow one drop as it goes straight to my stomach like a feeding tube.