Wednesday, May 23, 2018

OPP: A Completely Unforeseen Mouth Fucking

This is not one of my old posts, but one by Pervertically Virtuous (scroll to bottom for more info)
(FYI: all links in this post are working)


Pervertically Virtuous posted: "Mama's Boy is one of my best and oldest friends in the US whom I haven't had sex with in almost 7 years. So when I went to crash at his place for the night after my weekend with Karlo and before I got on a bus back to Unitown the next morning, I had absol"

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A Completely Unforeseen Mouth Fucking

by Pervertically Virtuous

Mama's Boy is one of my best and oldest friends in the US whom I haven't had sex with in almost 7 years. So when I went to crash at his place for the night after my weekend with Karlo and before I got on a bus back to Unitown the next morning, I had absolutely no idea that I would end up with his cock down my throat. Really. Zero idea, zero intention.

I met Mama's Boy in my first week of moving to the States. He and his roommates were a breath of fresh air in the sea of boring, unattractive, badly dressed, suburban or rural, socially conservative, drinking-game obsessed engineering grad students that were my housemates. Mama's Boy and his housemates were also All-American, suburban upper-middle class, fiscally conservative, drinking-game playing engineering grad students, but at least they were hot – tall, blond, pretty faces, in great shape, and decently well dressed. Mama's boy and I hooked up that same night, and a few other times in the upcoming weeks. It was alright, but he was too inexperienced (had only 1 sex partner before me – his ex-girlfriend), too insecure, and too awkward about whole sex thing to handle a fuck buddy situation. After he developed an imaginary (i.e., psychosomatic) STI out of fear for fucking this crazy, promiscuous Eastern European, we decided we should just be friends. We haven't hooked up since. There was no reason to think that weekend was going to be an exception.

After the amazing 20 hours spent with Karlo, followed by a fun few hours of lounging on my friends' roof in Brooklyn afterpartying with cocaine and ketamine (some of that had yet to slept from the night before), I went to SOHO for a lovely dinner and drinks with Tye, the oldest friend I have who was visiting from Africa and the main reason I was in NYC that weekend. I had been hoping we would end up in a hotel room fucking each other's brains out, but he was staying with an ex-girlfriend with whom he wasn't having sex, yet couldn't really fuck me either. Complicated. I'll have much more to say about Tye in the future – not least because he agreed to write up the many sexual adventures we have experienced together over the 16 years we've known each other. He apparently remembers them much better than I do.

When Tye decided to go home, I contemplated texting Karlo and going back to his place for round two, but decided against it – too inconvenient for catching the bus back to Unitown in the morning, my pussy was already quite sore, and it was more fun leaving something for next time. I was also looking forward to seeing Mama's Boy.

Mama's Boy had just returned from a dinner and drinks with an Australian girl he'd met on the subway a few weeks ago - which was a pretty major success given how shy he is around women he finds attractive. This night was her last night in NYC before heading back to Australia – yet despite their mutual attraction, no one had made the first move, and they had parted ways without even a kiss. When I walked into his apartment he had just gotten a text from her.

Her: "I'm curious. Did you wanna sleep with me?"

Him: "Honestly, yes. Did you?"

Her: "Yeah. Damn, missed opportunity."

I was furious. "Why, oh why, didn't you make the move?!"

"I wasn't sure if she were interested," was his excuse.

"Well of course you weren't sure! Usually signs that someone is attracted to you are subtle. What were you expecting? A neon billboard up on Times Square? A 'fuck me, please' whispered in your ear? Those don't happen very often," I was practically yelling at him. "Especially if your time is limited, as in this case, you have to make a move in that state of uncertainty and hope for the best. If it doesn't work out, you have nothing to lose."

"Yeah, but what if the sex was bad?" he tried to further justify his inaction.

"And what if it was amazing sex?" I wasn't letting go.

"Well, it's not that big of a deal. It's just a night of casual sex," was his final attempt at an excuse.

"Sure, it's just a night of casual sex, but it's those little moments of fun and pleasure that make our lives exciting. And I want you to have an exciting life," I countered.

I really do. I've been trying to get him out of his timid, insecure shell for a long time. I feel like he's letting his life slip away in incessant doubt and anxiety, missing out on so many amazing opportunities NYC has to offer...

It was late and we got ready for bed: we always share his bed when I crash in his one-bedroom apartment . Before turning the lights off, I asked for the usual "abs check": Every time I see him, I like to lift up his shirt, get a good look at his torso, and run my fingers over his hard, toned stomach. This is never meant to arouse him or lead to something more. It's just a fun, playful way of showing him that his persistent workout efforts are paying off and that he should appreciate his beautiful body more, all the while relishing the wonderfully sculpted muscular flesh under my fingertips.

He usually lets me do this for a minute, then gets uncomfortable and pushes me away. But this time, he didn't push me away. Not only did he not push me away, he actually muttered something about how good that felt. I was a little puzzled, but kept rubbing his chest, stomach, and arms. Slowly and gently, savoring his soft and mostly hairless skin, each bulging muscle, each protruding vein. He really has a delightful body. After about 6-7 minutes of this, the naughty thoughts started cagily forming in my mind.

"What's going on with you tonight? You never let me do this for more than a minute?" I asked.

"I don't know. It feels good," he replied.

"Yeah, but it always feels good," I wasn't happy with that answer.

"I don't know. I guess I'm just horny, after all that happened with the Australian girl..." he offered.

I took that as a potential invitation to go further. The next time my hand was on his abdomen, I didn't stop there, I kept going down and briefly ran my hand over his boxers. He was soft, but, again, he didn't try to stop me. I went back to rubbing his torso. A minute later, I returned to his cock. He was semi-hard now. Promising. I gave his cock a few squeezes over the boxers. He got fully erect. After having had Karlo's monster dick in my hand, Mama's Boy's average-sized member felt small, but I remembered to put things in perspective. I fished his erection out of the boxers and started gently jerking him.

Mama's Boy circumcision has been done pretty tightly, with very little extra skin left on his shaft, so it's impossible to jerk him off without lube. I also didn't want to just give him a handjob; I wanted an orgasm myself. The feverish lust built up in me from the weekend with Karlo lingered on, and I knew it wouldn't take long to add one more orgasm to the daily count. But I didn't really want to fuck. My pussy was sore and swollen, and fucking just seemed like a lot of work for my exhausted body. Mama's Boy didn't wanna fuck either – it'd be too big of a jump from nothing to penetration for his shy, cautious self. So I decided on the one thing I knew was going to make both of us cum easily, quickly, and without too much effort or bodily involvement.

"Fuck my mouth," I suggested. "Not a blowjob, a mouthfucking. That way I can come too."

I quickly threw the t-shirt and sweats off my body, and positioned myself underneath him so I could look at his hard body kneeling over me. He slid his cock in my mouth and started pounding. My hand reached down into my panties and started playing with my clit. I couldn't stop thinking about how ridiculously slutty and insatiable I was being. Surely one shouldn't be allowed to have this much fun?

I knew it was going to be hard to cum with him on his knees and me on my back, so after a bit I flipped both of us over to our sides. In less than a minute, I was screaming into his cock in an orgasm, almost immediately followed by the sensation of his sperm hitting the back of my throat.

"Nice. I needed that," he said smiling.

"Yeah, I bet," I nodded knowingly. "So did I."

We put our clothes back on and went to sleep. In the morning, we got coffee at the local coffee shop, and chatted about life, work, relationships, and sex. He swore he was OK with what happened the night before, and promised he wouldn't get all weird on me. He walked me over to the subway, and off I went back to Unitown.
Pervertically Virtuous | May 23, 2013 at 10:15 am | Tags: friendship, Mama's Boy, mouth fucking, sex stories | Categories: Casual sex, Sex Stories
In the process of recovering my own old posts via email I discovered some of P.V.'s. 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.
~ NERO

2 comments:

  1. Hot read! Thanks for sharing!

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    1. Yeah, PV was such a great sex blogger. Such a shame she stopped.

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