Friday, February 26, 2016

A Serendipiutous MFM Threesome in Chicago

This is not one of my old posts, but one by Pervertically Virtuous
In the process of recovering my own old posts via email I discovered some of hers. Like me, her old accounts have been terminated, and she seems to have disappeared from the internet. This is a damn shame since I consider her one of the best sex bloggers I've ever had the chance to read and follow. I'm reposting her old posts as a historical archive, and if she ever returns to blogging I'm happy to hand them back to her. 
To be clear: the copyright on this work is hers, and remains with her - I didn't write it and I make no claim to it. (FYI: all links in this post are dead)
NB - Part One of this story can be found HERE (<--- yes, a live link)


Pervertically Virtuous posted: "This past summer in Chicago, a chance encounter at a coffee shop led to a most delightful MFM threesome with two sexy black men - best friends since childhood. I asked Corey, one of them, to write up for me. He finally did. I hope you enjoy. The pix were "

recovered post on Pervertically Virtuous

A Serendipiutous MFM Threesome in Chicago

by Pervertically Virtuous
IMG_3190 - CopyThis past summer in Chicago, a chance encounter at a coffee shop led to a most delightful MFM threesome with two sexy black men - best friends since childhood. I asked Corey, one of them, to write up for me. He finally did. I hope you enjoy. The pix were taken by him that night.
The old adage, "If it sounds too good to be true, it probably is" isn't always correct. In fact, the suspicion, cynicism, and doubt that are inherent in this belief can and does keep people from taking advantage of excellent opportunities. Which brings me to the chance encounter of that Tuesday in August, 2013.
Albert Bandura wrote thirty years ago that "fortuitous influences may be unforeseen, but having had occurred, they enter as causal chains in the same way as prearranged ones do."  I know nothing of these things.  All I know is that I wanted to fuck her from the first moment I saw her.
Conversation was quick and easy.  She was warm, intelligent and mysterious.  Although she was a stranger I felt at ease in her presence.  My mind strayed.  Admiring her tattoos I could not help but imagine her skin pressed against me.  I wanted to see more and I really wanted to taste her pussy.  Our conversation flowed and the more I listened, the more desirable she became to me. It wasn't that she necessarily possessed an overtly sexual aura as much as she projected confidence and extreme intelligence. What could be sexier?
As our conversation turned to me I was unafraid to reveal. When she asked if I participated in threesomes I couldn't help but feel that she was in my head. I felt that by revealing that truth it would somehow bring that fantasy closer to reality. I also thought at that time I would probably never see her again. I wanted her desperately. My mind raced. I wanted to taste her pussy, kiss that gorgeous smile, and not only fuck her but watch her get fucked. I was certain that this woman would haunt me forever once she said goodbye. Inebriated.
Everything fell into place as though scripted and still I was with doubt. Did she intend to kiss me on the lips on her way out of my car? Was her interest in my "threesome" experiences just casual conversation or was there a motive?  Am I losing myself in my desires? Are we really going to do this? I thought of nothing else but her until we met again. I fantasized about masturbating and watching her suck dick.  I could almost taste her as though from memory.  She was a most beautiful distraction.
That evening, Darryl and I picked her up from her place. The moment of truth had finally arrived and I was still with doubt.  Could she really be willing to do this?
Entering the hotel all doubt finally left me. Sitting with her and Darryl at the bar I realized that this was actually going to happen. This dream of a woman was real and she wanted both of our black dicks. I knew alcohol wasn't really necessary. Neither of them was a drinker, and I was already inebriated. I have always found the moments before you know you're going to do it to be just as exciting as actually doing it. She sat between the two of us, with one hand on each of our knees. The air crackled with electricity and I could barely contain the emotions so I reached out to touch her.
B&W - CopyI didn't care who saw me. I needed to feel this dream made real. Having her pussy in my hand in that public place made the butterflies in me arise. So many people around just made it that much more exciting. I could feel her positioning and sliding her pussy around my hand and fingers.  I imagined it wet and shaved. In awe and in pleasure and in the pleasure of awe, I was on fire. I could have fucked her then and there with very little concern for consequence. This was more than just lust. I wanted to kiss and caress her and hold her in my arms. She was exquisite! In those moments I gave no thought to what the other two were thinking. I was walking in a dream.
The first embrace in the elevator told me that her passion was more than I imagined. She immediately sandwiched herself between us and pulled us each in tightly. Without words and without thinking we all came together in a tight embrace. It was like some sort of spontaneous release between the three of us. How intense were those kisses. How good her ass felt pressed against me. How quick the elevator reached our floor!
Immediately upon entering the room we went at it.  The passion was incredible and my emotions were high. She dropped to her knees between the two of us because she said that she hadn't had Black cock in her mouth for a long time. She sucked our cocks with authority while Darryl and I grinned liked schoolboys watching our first porn together. We stripped her naked and her white skin contrasted against our black bodies looked beautiful. I stepped back because I love to watch.  Taking a step I realized that she was the "Genuine Article" and we were merely amateurs at this threesome business. I was not deterred but I was definitely thrown off my game. Here I was thinking about how to ease her comfortably into my fantasy when I should have been thinking about how to keep up with her voracious appetite.
IMG_3166 - CopyWatching her suck black cock while I ate her pussy brought out the photographer in me. It all looked so cinematic to my eye. I deeply regret not walking away with more shots and video but I wasn't thinking clearly. The tables had been turned. She was in control and I loved it, feared it and lost myself in it all. Everything that she did she did with passion, energy and with great emotion. I took moments to step back and watch her get fucked. I was so good to just stroke my dick while watching her in action. She gave as good as she took. This girl can fuck! I almost came when he turned around fucked her doggy style.  That incredible ass on that thin frame bounced beautifully and nearly took me over the edge. She wouldn't let me hang off for too long because she wanted a cock in her mouth as she got fucked.
Looking down into her eyes as she sucked my cock I could see she was in her element.  This was not so casual that it lacked emotion.  The caresses were tender and many good vibes were transferred through touch but the fucking was unadulterated. Clearly, she loved it, craved it and lived for it.  I was completely taken by her passion, her beauty, her amazing ass!
The air crackled with bright energy. It's one thing to live a dream and something entirely different to live a dream and be able to recognize it.  From the moment she pulled out our cocks to suck, I knew that this evening was going to be special. As the night progressed I never lost focus on just how special it had become. She was a kindred spirit and something so much more.
When she dispatched me to buy lube I had no idea why I was buying it. I was too excited and horny to think about it clearly. When she asked us to fuck her in the ass and pussy at the same time I realized she came with a plan. This is the point where I started to feel a certain "performance anxiety" so to speak. I was so accustomed to being in the driver's seat that I never thought about what it would be like to be a passenger. I wasn't bothered or intimidated by a woman calling the shots at all. My dilemma was trying to keep pace and keep her satisfied. I wanted nothing more than to return all the pleasure she was giving and at the same time I wanted her to genuinely care for me. I got lost in those thoughts and became fearful of not meeting the challenge. Fearful that I was just going to be some fuck she had in Chicago.
I lost my focus but not my sense of adventure. It was a beautiful thing to see those two black cocks in her at the same time. She was insatiable and I was in awe. The cocks in her ass and pussy only spurred her on to do more.
When she wasn't sucking cock she kissed me in way that made me feel very attractive. Everything she did she did with great energy. I could have kissed her all night but she didn't come for kisses.  She came to fuck!
And fuck we did. For hours. She must have come countless times. Until all three of us were exhausted. Darryl was falling asleep as her and I closed the door behind us and I drove her home. I knew I would see her again. A special connection had been formed.
Pervertically Virtuous | February 26, 2014 at 11:03 pm | URL: http://wp.me/p3F90k-zF

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