You’re high off a gummy edible you took about an hour ago. You’re in that stage of transitioning from the early phase of a giggly high to the wanting to feel sensations and touch and be touched. And I know it.
You’ve had a difficult week at work and wanted to get high to forget the stress and anxiety of it for a few hours. You took the sativa gummy and hopped in the shower to relax while it set in. Before long, you’re sitting next to me in your panties and a sweatshirt, hair in a half dry state from your shower. I’m still in jeans and t-shirt. You run you fingers over the denim on my thigh.
You’ve been talking a lot, all through the TV dialogue and giggling at commercials that really aren’t that funny. But you’ve quieted down the last couple minutes. You reach across to my arm, stroking your fingers up my forearm. You seem to be breathing slowly, as if the feeling of your fingertips on my flesh was something your brain was trying to deeper understand and it took away from your lungs’ efforts.
I study you a brief moment. Your gaze is lost, but here. You’re very physically here, but your mind is half elsewhere.
“Hey,” I say, calling your attention back from where it’s drifted.
“Hm?,” You looked up at me and smirk when your eyes meet mine.
“Come’ere,” I say, pulling you across and into my lap so you’re facing me.
I kiss you slowly, sucking and gently biting the round, fleshy center of your lower lip. You moan and wrap your legs around my hips, pulling your core closer to mine and landing your pussy more directly over my shaft. You know it too, you feel it pressing up against the denim to your panties. You grind against me as I kiss you, my hands gliding from your hips and under your oversized sweatshirt, up your sides to your breasts. Tweaking your nipples, I pull away from your lips. You open your eyes in a lusty daze.
“Take this off,” I say nodding at your sweatshirt as I pinch and roll your hard little nubs with my fingers. You moan and nod, pulling the sweatshirt over your body and head, dropping it to the floor. I take your right breast to my lips, your head drops backward as you grind against my lap. I lick and suck greedily at your breasts for a moment before grabbing your waist and pulling you to the side so you’re now under me, your lower half still wrapped around my hips as your upper half lies on the couch beneath me. I push your lower body away from mine, driving it into the cushions.
I run my fingers over the wet cotton fabric covering your labia. I love the view the clinging fabric offers; doing essentially nothing to conceal what’s beneath it. I run my index finger along the outside of your panties, tracing the damp split between your lips.
“Mmm fuck,” you moan and you push your sex hard against my hand. I pull the cloth down your legs and off. You sigh and arch your back as my fingers dip between your lips and up to your clit, trailing your wetness up to your swollen little pearl and rolling it between my fingers. I swirl my fingers around your clit and between your labia to tease near your entrance.
You’re breathy and needy, your heightened sense of touch burning. I undo my jeans, and you pull them down hastily.
I press my tip against your wet clit, and slide it down between your folds. Running it down to your entrance and back up. Building up frustration each time I near entering you, but instead swiping my now glistening glans over your clit. You jump slightly with each pass along your clit. I direct my tip back to your cunt, dipping it slowly into your hole. I fill you slowly, inch by inch. You arch backwards as the last couple inches bury into you. I revel momentarily in the deep, wet tight space my cock occupies. You revel in the burning, aching fullness.
We begin moving together. You’re clenching around me as I plow you into the couch. I thumb along and across your clit while fucking you. A couple minutes later you’re close to cumming. I stop strumming along your clit and you whimper.
“You play with your clit,” I say. You’re too high to be bashful and you were so close. You immediately start circling your clit quickly while I thrust into you. Soon your breathing quickly and your moans are getting more desperate. Once again you’re close to cumming. I run my thumb between your ass checks, I feel you clench internally when it glides over your anus. You squeeze around my cock delightfully, and I shove my thumb into you roughly. I pump my hardness into you once, twice, thrice more before your pussy seizes up around my cock. I fuck you through your orgasm, your ass constricting my thumb. I press it upwards so it’s tightening the space between it and my erection on the other side. I can feel the ridges of my cock through your insides as I push in and out of you.
You’re still playing with your clit while I assault the holes beneath it. I’m close, and your second orgasm is building with each thrust. I pull my thumb from your ass and force two fingers into you as a replacement. The added tightness pushes me over. I pump you full and you cum hard, convulsing around my draining cock. I feel something similar to the sensation overload you were experiencing despite being sober. After the extreme sensation mellows out somewhat, I leave your body, leaving your holes empty.
The exertion of cumming twice is soon to move you into your next state and phase of being high– sleepiness. You pull me down alongside you and snuggle your face into my t-shirt and hug me to you.
“Tired?,” I ask, knowing how you get.
“A little,” you smile, “but only like 30 percent tired,” you say girlishly.
“Well what’s the other 70 percent?,” I inquire.
“Empty,” you pout and squirm.
“Would you like me to fix that, princess?” I ask.
You nod and don’t meet my eyes, blushing.
“Come on, let’s go lay down,” I say pulling you up from the couch and toward the bedroom.
“Get in bed,” I say, nodding at it as I walk to my nightstand.
Your laying in your side of the bed on your side, your back facing me. I grab an inflatable plug, lube, and a rabbit vibrator. I get in bed and back up to you so you’re little spoon. I move your hair away from your neck and kiss it tenderly while my hand pushes between your closed thighs and up to your labia. Your lips are sticky with your own wetness and my cum. I spread it along your lips to your asshole. I coat your hole, and gently stretch a wet finger into you.
“Is this better?,” I whisper near your ear. You moan a response and grind against me. I coat a second finger and push it inside you. I stretch you out slowly for a few minutes before withdrawing and lubing up the plug. I insert it into you and begin pumping it and you full slowly. I reach over and hand you the rabbit.
“Put it inside you,” I say, grazing my teeth across you neck.
You comply, pushing it slowly inside your used pussy. I add one more pump to your ass for good measure and you gasp.
“Mm okay, okay,” you say quickly, a little pained from the fullness below.
“What, you didn’t want to be empty,” I remind you darkly.
“I didn’t know you were gonna stuff me so full,” you say, blushing deeply.
“Sure you didn’t,” I say smirking and turning the vibrator on and up.
“Oh fuck!” you moan out and vibrations pulse against your clit and throughout your overfilled holes.
It doesn’t take long for you to come this way, and each orgasm comes faster and with less effort than the last. They roll through you; each time I stop you from touching the vibrator. You’re exhausted and desperate to stop the onslaught by the fourth orgasm brought on by the vibrator. I turn it off and push it deep into your pussy a few times. You fuck it for a moment like the little slut you are. I pull it from your tight hole and you make the cutest disappointed sound and roll from your side to your belly.
I deflate the anal plug two-thirds of the way and leave it inside you before laying next to you.
You turn your head towards me. “What about the plug?,” you ask sleepily.
“Go to sleep,” I say, stroking your hair. “I’ll wake you up when I’m ready to fill that hole myself.”
“Promise?,” You smile and burrow your face into the pillow. Your high is fading to heavy sleep.
“Oh yes, princess,” I say and pump a bit of air into you.
You understand what is to come, but can’t fight off the exhaustion. You’re asleep in a few minutes.
I continue to inflate the plug in your ass slowly as you sleep. Checking on you and adding a couple small pumps of air every 20 minutes over the next few hours.
I lube up my shaft and pump the plug fuller and press my cock into your fleshy ass, you wake up. I push the plug into you, and tug on it. You wince and my erection stiffens more. I deflate the plug and slowly remove it. It finally gives and I waste no time filling the brief void in your ass. I fuck your ass hard and fast in your prone position.
You bite into the pillow and start playing furiously with your clit. You feel so good around me. I take your ass until you cum, your orgasmic convulsions ripple through you. Your ass bears down around me spasmaticly and I come hard inside you.
I stay there inside you a few moments before pulling out. I pull your body against me. You look tired and happy. You snuggle against me, raising a finger to my lips and tracing them lightly.
You brow furrows. “Is that where the word ‘fulfilled’ comes from?,” Your spacey self whispers. “I was so full and so filled,” you continue softly, sounding content and delirious.
“Go to sleep, silly girl,” I say kissing the back of your head. And you do.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/j14hvr/full_filled_mf_high_ds_anal_multiple_orgasms
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