Aftermath of an Mm Experience

After a bit, she moves first. Tina sits up straddling my stomach. Smiling she squeezes her legs and fills my bellybutton with the rest of our cum. She asks, "I hope you're not done with me?" I just stare at the mess she is still oozing onto my belly. "Well, I am going to have to make several trips, and you don't want me dripping all that on the carpet now do you?" Which was a valid point but I doubt that was her intention. I felt she realized I was working through something. We had been friends long enough for her to know full well I wasn't going to volunteer any information. So getting me all riled up was bound to make something slip. So I change the subject and tell her my wallet is in the kitchen to grab money for the bag of weed while she is out there.

She bends down and gives me a soft kiss, then crawls to my chest and throws a leg over my arm to the floor. Her pussy slides down onto my neck, leaving a trail of cum like a slug. I turn my head and she curls her leg up and with a long stride, manages herself to the floor without dragging her pussy across my face! Then immediately sits back on my face covering my mouth and nose. Now, I had eaten her cum filled pussy before. Several women in fact. I always figured if they had sucked my cock clean after I had been inside them... but this was different for some reason. She ground down hard and pulled my head in. I caught myself from snapping and gave her asshole a tongue poke. Which started to calm me down, and I started to get into it. Just as I was getting going, she lifts up and walks off.

She comes back and sets a beer on the nightstand and hands me a shot. We clink glasses and knock them back. She then takes my empty and sets them both on the table, after opening the beer she hands it to me and leaves again. She is a great woman that knows how to treat a man. I had once thought I could marry her, even talked to her about getting together. She said with her past relationship experience she had no desire to ever make that mistake again. Besides that fact, she knew that I had found a reason to get out of every relationship I had ever been in. Tina and her friends called me a high-risk porkchop. (An undercooked piece of meat, that would make your mouth water, but would fuck you up big time if you fell for it)!

She comes back dressed, with a bag of what I assumed was her work clothes for in the morning and a beer. By this time, my beer was about gone. She only came back with one, that bitch! So I spin around from being on my side, sit up and put my feet on the floor. She starts to undress and throws me her shirt saying to clean my belly up before it dries. I do and toss it on the puddle in the middle of the bed. Hoping to soak some of it up. She giggles and says "yeah right, its too late for that!" I chuckle while I'm getting up and grab the makeshift buckets-O-beer from my desk on the way to the kitchen without saying anything.

Once in the kitchen I dispose of the empties from the night before and give both bowls a quick wash. Giving the outer bowl a quick dry and slipping the metal mixing bowl inside then head to the fridge. I fill it with bottles and ice then head to the living room for the fifth and weed. When I get there Tina had picked things up. My pants were folded on the arm of the couch, the bottle and weed were gone and the table was clean. She had already dumped the ashtray and wiped it out. So I checked the drawer for the weed and bowl, with no luck. I head back to the freezer for the bottle, but the full one is the only bottle there. WTF, so I grab it and return to the bedroom.

When I get back she had all the pillows against the headboard smoking the bowl, fifth on the table and two full shots poured. Her knees to her chest, and her inflamed pussy still beet red. I could still make out at least 6 finger marks the way she was sitting. "Your slow ass is falling behind mother fucker!" she said as she blows out a cloud of smoke. So I set the bowl and new bottle on the bed and downed both shots, taking the bowl from her. I take a big rip, but its already pretty much cashed...she laughs. I knock it out and toss it to her and tell her to "fill er up". I grab the open bottle and pour out the last half a shot, grab me a beer and open the other bottle to fill both glasses. She hands me the bowl, and I hand her a shot. "Well, you aren't going to catch up?" I just laugh and say No, I'm gonna get you hammered and have my way with you. To which she replies, "You know that's not necessary right?" I never said it was, just thought it would be fun! We both laugh and I excuse myself to the bathroom.

I close the door and turn the fan on to make her think I am on the throne. But I just take a quick piss. When I am done, I grab a rag, wash my hands, stomach, neck, cock, and grab my handy pill bottle from the drawer. Being in construction, I work with a lot of fuck ups. Drug addicts, meth cooks, alcoholics, and a couple I believe to be child molesters. So I can pretty much get my hands on anything. So I dig out a mid-strength Flexeril and a 100mg Viagra. Now, Viagra was new to the market at this time. I had never taken it before. So I didn't know what I was in for, but if you add a little bit of Cocaine to this combination...You will become a sexual GOD! The Viagra keeps your dick hard. The Flexeril keeps your muscles from cramping or getting charlie horses. While the Cocaine brings out the I give no fuck sexual freak that will do anything. So I pop both in my mouth return the bottle and head back to the bedroom.

I grab my beer and wash down the pills first thing. She jokingly asks if the bathroom is safe. I just laugh and say yes. She stumbles getting off the bed and leans on me as she goes in. Damn, she wasn't kidding about me needing to catch up. I hit the closet for my bondage, sex toy bag and set it on the far side of the bed. I hear the shower kick on so I grab my coke-vile out of the desk and do 2 healthy bumps up each nostril. Now I'm sitting there alone, fucked up, racing on coke, and over thinking! I start feeling bad about getting the bondage bag. While I had probably fucked Tina a couple of hundred times, I had never tied her up. Hell, I didn't even know if she would like it. Honestly, at this point, I wasn't all that into it myself! This other chick was into the D/s lifestyle and I just liked having three holes that I could do anything I wanted with. I start realizing I'm over thinking. I hit the bowl she packed for me to calm myself, just as Tina opens the door.

I grab the remaining shot and toss it back, "Now your behind little missy!" She just smirks and fills both shot glasses. Tosses one back then the other, then grabs the half beer she has left and killed it. I'm like DAMN girl you got to work in the morning. Then she informs me she only has one client in the morning and he is a long term patient. All she has to do is go to his house, check a few of his vitals and his supplies then she is done for the day. Which she can do anytime as long as she is done before her kid gets out of school! So I stand up, and apparently, the Viagra has kicked in. She laughs and says looks like someone is ready for another round. So I pour two shots hand her one, we clink glasses and she pounds hers, I just take about a third of mine. Laughing she takes it from my hand and finishes it.

She leans in and gives me a soft kiss. I am savoring the taste of cinnamon on her lips as she sets the shot glass on the nightstand. She reaches down and almost without even touching my cock she wraps her fingers around it. I swear her touch is so soft it feels like it is wrapped in tiny angel hairs. I get chills and close my eyes. I lean forward for another kiss, but she isn't there. Just as I am about to open my eyes I feel her hand replaced with the softest mouth. Semi-cool from the chilled liquor, gentle and wet. Her hand replaces her mouth and I can feel her tongue outlining the shape of my ball sack. She softly kisses one then swirls it with her tongue, then repeats it with the other one. She lowers my cock, hand softly cradling the base of my shaft. Looking up at me she spits on the base drawing her hand to the tip swirling back and forth to ensure that I am covered entirely. Her other hand raises to my chest and gives me the subtle suggestion that I should sit back on the bed. I follow her lead and sit back, spreading my legs to give her ample room to work.

She crawls to the nightstand and pours two more shots, overfilling both onto the table. She downs the first and then fires up the bowl. When she exhales she does the other shot and crawls back to my waiting cock. I don't think she finished the entire shot because she spits on me once again. The pink hue and volume tell me I am right. It's thick and stringy, she spits again, and again. She had always given great head, but nothing like this. She must be fucked up! Both hands rub her saliva slurry all over my dick and balls. Reaching behind my sac with both thumbs and wrapping her index fingers up to the base of my cock, she swallows me whole with no hesitation, for the first time in her life. She heaves at the base but holds herself there, when she heaves the second time she pulls up and off. A two-inch-wide strand of throat juice expands between her tongue and my cock producing a large spit bubble between her lips. Like a clear Golden Gate Bridge in a wind storm, swaying back and forth. She takes herself back down, that beautiful ribbon folding itself on my balls like warm taffy and inverting the bubble inside her mouth like a condom on my cock. This time she doesn't stop at the balls she rebounds to the tip and starts picking up the pace. That sound that every man loves to hear echos in my ears. Her desire for my cock overcomes her feminine sensibility and pride. When my cock, balls, and upper thighs are saturated she slows and replaces her lips with both hands.

Spit strings from all over her face when she tells me to lay back, stroking my cock with perfect rhythm. I do as I am told. she removes one hand from my shaft and wraps it around my cock and balls tight. Her elbows press my thighs out, as she leans in and buries her tongue in my hairy ass. I raise my legs up wide to give her access. Her tongue graces one side then the other, then slowly plows a path down the middle. Several strokes later, she narrows the tip of her tongue and starts teasing the opening, all the while keeping perfect rhythm on my cock. Slowly going deeper and deeper, until I can feel her tongue is strained so tight, she can go no further. She refuses to give up and opens her mouth wider pushing her face in tighter. At that moment, it was instantaneous, I didn't even feel it coming. I Shot several thin ropes straight into the air. The angle she was stroking me at, made them all fall into her hair. I don't think she even noticed. She just kept digging her tongue in and stroking my cock. There was no way I was going to interrupt her, it felt too good. and there is no way my dick was going to fall with that Viagra flowing through me. So I just let her keep on, keeping on.

Several minutes later she comes back up and starts swallowing my cock deep again. I let her go for a minute, then grab a handful of her hair and I sit up. Pulling her off of me, I put my free hand on her throat and pull her up for a very passionate kiss. Once I'm tired of kissing her, the hand on her throat pushes her back, and I spit in her mouth. It is at this moment I see she is blinded by drunken stars, with no clue where she is or what she is doing. I just smile. I place my thumb in her mouth, fingers under her jaw and haul her up like a trophy bass. I pause for a moment remembering how I thought she noticed something was wrong with me tonight. Was getting this drunk, her way of allowing me to feel free enough to work through my demons? Her drool running down my thumb pulls me out of my thoughts. Who cares, Daddy is in charge. I keep a firm grip on her jaw and stand up. I spit deep into her throat and smack her across the face mildly hard. She tried to mutter something, but couldn't the way I held her. I loosen my grip a bit and ask her what was that? She doesn't reply. So I bend her over the bed and take a good swing at her ass with my right hand. What was that? Still no reply. Again, Huh? No reply! Her whole ass is bright red with a few small purple spots before she labors out a slow drunken slurred Ow.

I palm her undercarriage, sliding my thumb inside her soupy box. Which is surprising, I figure she is on autopilot but obviously coherent enough to be enjoying the loss of control. I slide my hand between her tits picking her up, thumb still inside. Putting one knee on the bed, I stretch and plop her in the center, She rolls herself over and I crawl over her body. I take four fingers and clear her long hair from her face. She seems so relaxed. I slip my gooey thumb in her mouth, her lips clamp down tight and her tongue starts flittering. I am pretty sure she thought it was my dick. I pull my thumb out, give her a kiss then slide down her body.

Her legs open instinctively, as my tongue glances through to her clit. Her right foot slides up to my elbow, while her knee leans out leaving her left leg flat and opening it wide. She is so wet her bright red slit is glistening. Starting my tongue at her taint, I drag it through her well-worn trough, fluids building on my tongue. Her flavor is more intense than earlier but still succulently sweet. Her odor was more of a pungent musk but fresh and savory. I slide two fingers in deep and find the swollen bulb that I am looking for. Winding large circles around it, I can feel the open pocket my circles are creating. I begin to nibble on her clit as it swells and I can feel my fingers start to drag through a large puddle. So I clamp down on her clit with my lips causing her spasms, arching her back, her legs begin to convulse. I feel emboldened and pick up my pace. My lips still clamped and my tongue begins to flutter at hummingbird wing speeds. The inner puddle becomes a lake, and I feel a twitch. She stiffens as if she is being electrocuted, slamming her legs into my head like a hydraulic vice. Both her hand's speed to my head trying to push me away but she is weak. I push in with my knees to ensure I stay seated on her. She pushes harder and my neck bends. The vibrations of her thighs become like the buffering of wind in a new car with the windows down. At this point, her knees are at her shoulders and her chest and head are off the bed as if she is doing crunches.

She can not take it anymore. Instantaneously her hands release pressure, her thighs clamp to my skull and she rolls me over to my back. In one simultaneous motion, she took control. My knees being dug in, putting such force against her clit, she lets out a high pitch yelp. The weight of her body forces my fingers out of her, freeing the building lake inside of her. Like a burst dam, the freed sugary glaze floods my open mouth and it begins to water. All the fluids smell, and tastes, I don't know what turned me on more. I reach up to her hips and pull her down tight, as I try to breathe her labia flutters with the moving air. My cock swells and thickens. I am so turned on. She collapses and I don't even slow down. As I bear her down on my face I feel her give in. Her refusal is gone, overpowered by my force of will. Several minutes later the fluids pouring from her slow to a trickle. So I loosen my grip on her waist and slide my tongue into that tight ass. With the weight of her pressing on my tongue, I go deeper than ever. I am so turned on, I tongue lash that pretty hole for a good five minutes.

It is my turn now, I slide my face from out behind her and roll over. I give her now glistening back door, a few wide tongued licks then slither it back and forth. I bring my knees to her feet and put a hand on the small of her back giving her a push. With my free hand, I smack that now purpled ass. Are you ready for some more bitch? No response, Tina? Nothing. Hey, girl? Nothing! I give that ass another wallop, she doesn't even flinch. WTF, this whore passed the fuck out on me! Cunt! I crawl up and clear the hair from her face. Tina, Tina, Tina, you there? I roll her over and shake her. Hey, I'm not done yet. So I crawl off the bed with my raging hard-on swinging back and forth. I look around at the mess we have created and figure I will clean up a bit. Get high and have a beer, then take another crack at her.

Since it is now just after ten and my alarm doesn't go off till five thirty, I am good. So I grab up the empties, shot glasses and bowl with one remaining beer and head to the kitchen. When I get to the sink I have to lean over because of my engorged cock. So I just unload the empties, sticky shot glasses, and dump the water. I open the one full beer and head to the fridge. Since she is out cold and I am pretty drunk, I just put a couple of bottles in and enough ice to semi-cover them. I grab a fresh shot glass and head to the bedroom hands full. When I walk in she hasn't moved. So I unload my hands and begin to straighten the bed around her. I put the pillows back in place, and go to pick her up and make her more comfortable. Picking her up, I make the decision to place her on the big puddle. Thinking this might bring her to. I grab the bowl, weed, cigarettes, dump the ashtray and head to the desk.