Smoking Pot does something to me that apparently permits a lot more blood flow to my lower extremities while alleviating the back pain I’ve grown accustomed to living with, because after we got high, it was as if the rest of my body was just a hitchhiker on the will of my cock. I just hung in there like a champ, cheering it on and enjoying the show while my cock staked its claim on my beautiful wife as its own land and territory to conquer. As boastful and confident of its greatness my cock thought it was, my wife was like “bring it,” and the harder my cock hit it while trying to claim that dominance, the more she demanded. I was just like one of those morons in the crowd, instigating him on, just hoping to see a good, juicy fight.
It is somewhat of a haze now, but I’m pretty sure that she started it. She wanted me to relax while she played; so she locked the bedroom door, put her hair up in a “you’re going to watch me suck your cock pony”, and after finding the perfect position for my viewing pleasure, she picked up my cock and kissed it hello. I’m not sure, but I think it must have been all the extra blood flow, because it wasn’t just that casual hello kiss, but more like that “where the fuck have you been hiding for so long” kiss. She clutched it with both hands and kissed it all over, and rubbed it all over her face like she was marking her territory, or if it was covered in catnip or something. She licked it like a soft-serve ice cream cone in the heat of summer before taking it to the back of her throat and eventually even licking her hands and forearms as if not to waste a drop. I kept begging her to let me show her how good it felt until she conceded and straddled my face in sixty-nine to shut me up.
The view before was great; being able to see her perfect lips wrapped around my cock as her curly pony waved as her head bobbed and her eyes glazed over as if my cock was a delicious bong, but now the view became interactive. 3D pfft, I was going more than virtual as I kissed her nether lips hello, sharing her same enthusiasm. She always gets all wet when sucking my cock, and this time was no exception. Her lips were glossy and shimmering in her juices, not to mention more swollen than Angelina Jolie’s, but just out of reach so that I couldn’t get my mouth wrapped around her little nub, so I slid two fingers inside her, hooked her fleshy g-spot, and pulled her back to my face. She spread her haunches more to facilitate before she began to dictate the pace. Let’s just say that there is something to being pleasantly numb while still having all that blood flow; It’s like that craving you cannot quench no matter how much you try, or that bruise that you just have to keep touching. Luckily for her, she came quickly, and this time was able to keep on cumming; mine was going to prove to be a test of my endurance and hers.
When I noticed that after she came, she was still gulping like a hungry Koi for more, I knew that it was on. I rolled her over and onto her back, eager to show her: what’s what, and she just gave me that look as if to say, “What are you waiting for?” She even held open her doors, just as I hoped to ram through them. I couldn’t be discouraged because, thankfully, that head has no brain, and I continued to go all porn star on her. She, too, was raising my game as her breasts cheered like pom-poms on her chest and her eyes dared me for more as she bit into her bottom lip while smiling like she was spying on something she shouldn’t. She willed me to find ways to break her, and with a simple dip in my hips while pushing her legs back just a bit, I found just the right angle. I pulled a pillow up under her head and shoulders just enough so that both of us could watch my cock at work. We both cheered him on as he pulled all the way out and dived deep again and again, all while daring to depend on some invisible guidance system or just the path of least resistance. Each time I broke into her, both our faces must have read from shock and awe as my cock raked across her G-spot on its way to bounce off her deepest parts. I no longer feared giving her that orgasm that would finish her, and when she did cum and launched off my cock with a foot on my chest, I wasn’t deterred or close to being done with her.
As she convulsed in climax, I stood at the edge of the bed and pulled her to me. I asked, “What’s the matter, baby?” as I forced her thighs open and my cock deeper than she is. Her hands came up to my abs to buffer my blows even as she demanded more. “Oh FUCK” was the limit of her vocabulary as I locked onto her thighs and hammered her harder. I feel so lucky to be just the right size so that I can bury my cock and, with the right amount of force, still be able to crush her clit between our bodies. It apparently hurt just right because she grabbed the edge of the bed as I rested her feet on my chest and then locked onto her forearms for more leverage as I continued to tenderize her. I’m not sure why, but I want to believe that it was because she encouraged it, but I was a lot rougher than usual. I even felt the need for self-flagellation and understood how it does, hurt so good. There is a certain amount of friction that keeps those areas full of blood and sensitive, and even though we both wanted to finish together, she crossed the finish line first, causing her legs to tighten once again and restricting my access to finish even if I could. She once again found herself needing to escape back into the middle of the bed, desperate for the brief intermission I allotted.
She might have thought she was finished, and like so often, I knew she had one more in her. I spooned and pet her until my cock lost his patience, and once again, I was just along for the ride, but thankful I was able to buy some time to catch our breaths. What little blood flow I had for reasoning had abandoned me, and I found myself behind her, and her ready to take one for the team. I really don’t know for sure if it is just my wishful thinking or her humoring me, but I like to think that I have a secret weapon. As I entered her from behind, I also massaged her starfish with my thumb, and after some gentle teasing and massage, she actually invited me in. It seems to be an overdrive switch that catapults her to a whole other level, and as I fill her just enough, she realizes that she not only could do it again, but was already halfway there. The finger play is stimulating without being threatening, while filling some subconscious taboo desire in whatever part of the brain is still participating. I know that if she came again, my window of opportunity would be lost, so I flipped my little switch on that says “It’s okay for me to cum,” and I dropped my shields and fed on all my senses. I washed myself in the delicious anguish in her face, and the sweet smell of our sex, along with the sounds of her breaths and the little whimpers that escaped her, and eventual pleas for me to join her. I swam faster in her soft waves as I bounced off her ass and could feel her contracting around me; I bathed in her love, and I gave myself back to her in a roaring climax before crashing down next to her, feeling all exalted. I got up to rinse while she recovered a bit longer before getting up to rinse our delicate parts together as we joked about waking her monthly beast and dragging our weathered bodies back to bed and succumbing to one last orgasm; the bedgasm.
Happy Hump Day!!
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