Boyfriend Zachary (pseudonym) and I had a wild time last Monday. This is split into two parts because I couldn’t help but write about the really hot oral foreplay, and before I knew it was already clocking 1000 words by the end.
Part 2 (the *actual* bangarangs) will be linked soon!
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My boyfriend and I fucked hard in the early afternoon, and even after coming back from lunch, we returned to languish lazily on the couch in exhaustion. Resting my head against his shoulder, we breathed heavily in the silence.
“Do you remember how our first time went?” I asked out of nowhere, “I think I was really horny and just went down on you. I think we sat here exactly like this and thought about our life choices afterwards.”
He laughs, “Actually I think we always come here to chill after sex. I’ve…grown to associate this couch with post-sex.” He pauses, and reaches over for my hand. Pulling my hand over to his crotch, my fingers wrap around his hard member which was hidden poorly under the bulge of his berms. “Which means I think of our sexy times when I’m here.” I smile coyly in response. I grip it and massage it between my fingers, squeezing it and feeling it throb between my fingers.
“Geez, at least remove a layer of clothing or two if you’re doing that.” He pulls out his shirt from under my palm. I stop kneading it and clamber off the couch, kneeling in front of him to unbutton his pants. He chuckles as he lifts his ass, letting me pull down his pants and briefs. The eager manhood springs out readily, and he’s already grinning wickedly down at me.
I take it softly in my mouth, teasingly licking around the tip. I stare at him, smirking as I loll my tongue around his crown, but his expression was still a proud smile back at me – like a kid winning a prize at a store. That won’t do. I shove it abruptly down my throat, wiggling my mouth until it hits my gag reflex. Now he lets out a breath of a moan, and his legs shudder and narrow towards my head. Mmm…that’s more like it. I tuck his legs back against the couch with my feet, and start going to town. His stiff cock slides in and out of my throat smoothly, quickly becoming slick and dripping with my saliva. When it’s lubricated enough, I use one hand to glide up and down down his cock easily, my tongue teasingly licking his crown again. He’s still smiling down at me, but weaker now, eyes fluttering and panting through parted lips.
“Do…do you want me to…return the favour?” He mutters, pawing softly at my crotch through my shorts. I shake my head, and pull his hand aside as I duck my head lower and lick the side of his balls. He lets out a guttural gasp as he rolls his head back against the couch, and his legs quiver against my feet. That’s his weak spot, alright. Always right there. My hand still stroking his cock smoothly, I lap the sides of his balls, enjoying his sweet, breathy and sexy moans. I love it when my boy sounds like a girl. Just like this. I end by licking his cock from his balls to his tip, and take his cock comfortably back in my mouth. He’s not even looking at me anymore – his face is straining against the ceiling, legs tensing and relaxing, gasping breathy groans in indulgence. I smile with his cock still between my lips. I love seeing my boy weak like this.
“W-why…are you doing this….since when did you give me… blowjobs on your own initiative….” He asks softly, intermittently breathing a laugh, attempting to maintain eye contact but failing. I take my mouth off his cock, still stroking it readily.
“I don’t know…maybe I feel extra affectionate today.” I shrug cheekily. I return to lick around his crown, tasting his salty pre-cum that had already pooled during that brief intermission. He chuckles weakly, and dissolves back into soft moans as I swirl his cock up and down through my lips.
After a minute or two of me working his cock at a leisurely pace, he taps on my shoulder lightly. I pull away to look at him. “Sorry…I just can’t keep watching.” He motions me to stand and hurriedly unbuttons my shorts. My clothes are quickly pooled on the floor. “Come up here, let’s 69.”
I mount my sex on top of him, and flush myself against his torso, taking his member in my mouth again. It doesn’t take him long before his tongue starts to swirl around my clit. Fuck…I grip his thigh from the sudden pleasure, and can’t help but let his cock fall lazily out of my mouth. “I take it I found your clit, hmm?” He whispers, returning to suck on it gently, alternating his tongue to lightly flick along my entrance. Blooming fractals of warmth were cascading wave after wave throughout my body. F-fuck. I couldn’t keep sucking him anymore. I couldn’t help but devolve into moaning clumsily against his cock from the pleasure. “You have to learn to keep sucking…” He chides between breaths, and I try my hardest to keep stroking and licking him. I was almost getting back into the rhythm when he starts to finger me. One…two… four? five? fingers, he shoves in succession, twirling and pumping them in my already sensitive and throbbing sex. Fucking hell, it feels…so good. Every twitch of his fingers sent a shockwave emanating from my crotch, and I felt so hungrily full just from the sensation of his fingers crammed against my walls. I collapse against his crotch, mouth open and drooling against his cock. Moans escape my lips uncontrollably with each thrust of his fingers.
I knew it was the last straw when he started tonguing my clit while fingering me relentlessly. “Fuck…mmngh….mmngh!” I groan, his cock resting loosely in my slack, open mouth. My legs are quivering uncontrollably against his head. It feels so fucking good that I feel like I’m about to spiral out of control – and I am. I couldn’t muster the coherent thought to do anything anymore, much less continue the job. I was a whimpering, moaning, shivering mess at his mercy. And he knew. He knew there’s no hope for his little slut to service him if he kept it up.
So cruelly, he stops.
He taps me and I sit up to face him, my face and sex flushed with arousal. He grins, “So would you like to…do it?”
“Again?” I reply incredulously. It has only been two hours since he last came. But I wasn’t one to argue – he knows he left me aching, wet and throbbing for more. “Sure.”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7ax9il/mf_soft_sex_with_the_boyfriend_oralbj_pt_1_2