Tag: BJ

OK, so we're older than most in this sub, but we're still banging on a regular basis. If slightly less than taut bodies and a few strands of silver in a (mostly still there) head of hair disgust you, then pretend we're in our twenties or something. My wife is still smoking hot, or at least I think so. Red hair (with a little help from a bottle), icy green eyes, and a body that's held up against the ravages of time far better than any of her contemporaries.
We've been married over twenty years, and our oldest son is 17. Last week, we were cleaning his room, and there was a shoebox "hidden" under his bed. When we opened it, we found a baggie with a half dozen or so sticky, musty-smelling buds.
A "family conference" was held that evening. I lectured him about the evils of the Debbil Weed, told him how it was going to rot his skull and rob him of all motivation and ambition, and then said that I was confiscating it and if he ever stepped a TOE over the line I would go straight to the cops with it. He's been accepted with early admission to a very good private school, so the threat was more than generic parental blustering. A police report would get his scholarship and admission dropped like a hot potato.
That night, we stopped by the neighbors and showed them the baggie. Then we got all nostalgic about our stoner days and started telling stories about things we had done and the narrow escapes we had had while stoned. A few minutes later, someone finally said "well, should we?" And so we did.
Honestly, I think we OVER-did. I probably could have gotten pleasantly obliterated with just a couple of puffs, but we passed two full bowls around. My neighbor got a little too messed up and crashed, so my wife and his wife and I sat around, giggled, and ate the most awesome roast beef sandwiches the world has ever known while watching the PS3 visualizations as it played Pink Floyd's The Wall. (We didn't have DSOTM.)
My wife and I ambled back home after coming down a bit. Snickering as we attempted to maintain our composure, we walked upstairs past the 17yo, who gave us a "hey! I know that smell!" look.
Upstairs, we fell into bed and started making out. It seemed like we were doing it for hours, but it was five minutes or maybe even less. We were both horny as fuck, so we went at it without even a moment spent on preliminaries.
It was… weird. I didn't really feel much sensation in my cock. Or at least the sensation was completely unfamiliar. My only previous weed+sex experience was from when I was around 17 years old myself, and it was largely a solo event. OK, only a solo event.
It felt GOOD, but not in a way that was likely to bring me to orgasm. My wife had the opposite experience. She's normally multi-orgasmic, but this was over the top. She hit the hot spot almost immediately and stayed there for what seemed like hours (but was probably only about fifteen minutes or so). After experiencing more chain-reaction orgasms than I had ever seen, she finally pushed me off her and said "I can't take any more!"
So then came The Blowjob. She was inspired. She bit, licked, sucked, nibbled, inhaled, and basically CONSUMED my cock. This time I knew it lasted a long time because there was a Hallmark Channel movie about some golden retriever puppies, and she sucked me like a maniac through the entire showing, commercials and all. It was like an hour and a half of slow, deep, luxurious sucking. Heaven, aside from the weird re-wiring of my cock's nervous system.
At some point, I turned off the TV. It was distracting me from the amazing BJ I was receiving. She redoubled her efforts, and I started being able to concentrate on the oddly insulated sensation of her deepthroating me.
I had no warning that I was about to cum. Suddenly, out of the blue, I started spewing semen. Gallons of it, it seemed. It went on forever and ever. Each time she jammed her head down onto my cock, I would issue an enormous load of cum straight down her throat. Then somehow, without my understanding how I had gotten there, my cock would be right up against her lips again, and she'd give the head a swirl with her tongue before descending once more. I lost count of how many loads of cum I shot out or how long it took. It seemed like a thousand years, but it might have been just thirty seconds.
More time dilation effects as I watched my wife play with sticky strands of semen, swiping them up off my still-shuddering body and watching as they dripped off her fingers. She eventually licked it all up and then gave my cock a long, gentle "cooldown" sucking, stopping only when I was finally and completely limp.
We haven't toked since. It's way too intense for someone who isn't used to today's potent weed. Back when I was 17, we smoked whatever we could grow out back of the woodshed. This stuff is our old ditchweed on steriods after being bitten by a radioactive spider. I think we'll just flush it down the john and continue to wag a secretly hipocritical finger at our son. Still, it was pretty amazing sex.