The Oval Faced Brunette

The oval-faced brunette opened her blue-green eyes and stared at the ceiling fan-chandelier hanging over the dining room table where she was laying on following her "little death" and peaceful orgasm resolution. It didn't often happen this way, but this time, it surely did knock her out. She blinked a couple of times and then rolled her head to the left to see her man still sitting naked on the chair and smiled back at his smile.

"Welcome back. How was your trip?" he asked.

"How long was I out?"

"Long enough for my balls to get cold while I watched you sleep." He grinned. Sometimes she rolled over in her little sleep and he wanted to be there just in case. It just wouldn't do for her to roll off the table and wake up in a short freefall to the carpet.

"That can't be the first time that's happened now, can it?" she grinned.

He stood up and stepped closer, leaned over and kissed her now cool lips. He felt her lips grow warmer as they lingered there together. "Here. Let me help you up. That can't be comfortable for you." He pulled off the coverlet and tongue-kissed her gorgeous nipples before tossing it to a vacant chair against the wall. There was still a trace of vanilla lip-gloss on the left one, which he took his time in devouring as she rubbed her smooth, soft hand over his shoulders and down his back to squeeze his ass cheek with one hand and cradle his face at her breast with the other. He helped her sit up and she stepped down from the tabletop using the chair back for balance. She cupped her hands over her mouth and blew hot breath into them before reaching down to engulf his ball sack.

"Ooh, your balls ARE cold, aren't they?" They were tight and drawn-up against his body but loosened under the warmth of her cupped hands. It was then she noticed the droplets of precum on his now half-reawakened cock. With her fingertip, she wiped-off the drops and tasted. "Hhmm, salty with a hint of watermelon. You've been fruit-juicing. Thanks." She bent down and took the head of his cock between her lips and formed a ring around its base with her thumb and forefinger and squeezed his cock toward her lips, sucking hard while trying to wring out more of his sticky stuff, tonguing the opening to get every last taste. "Mmm, I'd like some more of that good stuff."

"Ahh, well,... for you, I'll keep my sperm factory working overtime, 24 hours a day. I'm going to get a bottle of water from the fridge. Want some?"

"Nope. I'll just share yours."

Their dinner wine buzz was wearing off leaving them both a little thirsty. While he went to the kitchen, she grabbed the shiny black shoe box from the chair and went into the bedroom and turned down the bedspread and top sheet. There were a couple of 3-wick candles in the room. One on its own pedestal and one on her dresser. She lit them both and turned out the Tiffany bedside lamp giving the room a warmer more intimate glow. She was in the walk-in closet standing on her tiptoes seeking something from her special hiding place when he came back into the bedroom. The ceiling spotlight just happened to be shining down her back and accented her shapely ass and legs in just the right way as she stretched higher. He stood in amazement. He loved her body, and he loved loving it because of the special woman who lived in it. Finding her hidden treasure, she turned out the closet light and saw him standing there sipping bottled water.

"Find it?" he asked.

"Find what?"

"Whatever you were looking for."

"Yeah... Can I have a sip?"

He handed her the bottle. She took a long drink and handed back the bottle. He screwed on the cap and walked over to the nightstand beside the bed. As he bent over to set down the water bottle, she got an idea of what she wanted to do for him. It was something she had read about but wasn't comfortable about suggesting it to him. It was just that their sex lives hadn't evolved to that level yet, but after what he had done for her earlier, she wanted to give him a special gift in return. They never just sat down and talked about sexual things as a topic of conversation. They just had a sense of imagining things that would help each other enjoy sex for the sake of sexual pleasure while they were in the throes of their passion. Their sexual attitudes never interfered before, but this time might be different for him if she had her way. Selfishly, she would be giving to get in return. She had read that her intended technique produced a greater, more pleasurable orgasm for him and increased his ejaculate volume at the same time. She wanted to experiment with the truth of that.

Still clasping her treasure in her fist, she bounded over to sit next to him on the bed. Her titties bouncing proudly all the way. Gawd, he loved to watch them jiggle when she moved braless around the house. He bought her soft fabric casual tops to encourage it. Noticing her clinched hand, he asked her, "What Cha got there?"

"Something I've been saving since before we met. It's particularly good stuff. She opened her hand revealing a nice sized joint of presumably ganja. "Wanna try some of it?"

"I'm no prude, but it makes me stupid. I sometimes become an immobile sponge or a fool laughing at the dumbest, unintelligible things. If you're going to have some, I'd rather be on the same level as you. Sure, why not? Just a taste."

She walked around to her side of the bed and sat cross-legged facing him so he could see her pussy open a little. He turned around and sat cross-legged and faced her and fixed it so he wasn't sitting on his own balls as she lit the joint.

Together, they moved closer together so that their knees were touching and slightly overlapping for maximum skin contact. She took a long hit off the joint and passed it over. He took a long hit, too, and they held onto the smoke as long as they could and exhaled. Taking one normal breath, they hit the joint again and again until it was half-down before she sat it in the tray on her nightstand. They tried to talk with stars in their eyes, but they would rather kiss each other softly. They sat quietly, tenderly stroking each other wherever body part they could reach. Without another word, she took him by the shoulders and laid him down comfortably on the pillow and extended his legs. She lay down next to him as they kissed some more keeping their hands busy stroking, lightly pinching and squeezing. With one hand, she reached down to see how his cock was reacting. "How are you feeling, baby?" she asked.

"I'm good. What cloud are we on? Are we up to nine yet?"

Her mind was floating too, but as high as he was, she had plans that his cloud nine visit was still ahead. She moved to give his tiny nipples a good tongue lashing. He loved that as much as she did. The more she did it, the harder he seemed to get, and she wanted that. When he was good and stiff, she moved farther down, taking her time along the way. He stroked her hair until she was too far south to reach it. She was careful not to spend too much time sucking on his cock. He had already been to the brink of climax earlier tonight and she didn't want him to orgasm yet. There were still things she wanted to do to please him. Carefully, she lavished all her attention to his ball sack - licking, kissing all around it and in his leg sockets - just like he had done for her earlier in the evening. It was particularly tasty and sensitive there. She reached up and gave his cock some more attention but only to lick around the head enough to keep him turgid.

Moving lower, she licked underneath his ball sack in that area between his cock and his sphincter muscle. She sucked on that area with wide lips working her tongue in a flutter. He let out a moan. She knew she was in the right place. She reached up to make sure he was still hard and gave his cock a slow stroke or two with a firm grip to keep his mind focused. Carefully, she sucked one of his balls into her mouth and gave it a good, sloppy swirl with her tongue. For fun, she began to hum a rapid scale of low to high tones which made him laugh out loud at the oddness of the sensation, but he didn't move. It was all good and going to get better. He just didn't know it yet.

She opened her mouth to clamp down gently across his hard cock lengthwise, but didn't bite it. She knew it would take his brain a few seconds to process that information. Then she leaned over the bed, almost falling off, to get something out of the shiny black box under the bed. He hardly knew she was gone before she was back using her long, brown, curly locks to whip his cock back and forth as it lay against his belly. He tried to open his eyes and smile. She was so damned pretty in the candlelight. He reached for and wanted to stroke his own cock, but she held onto his hand and said, "Shhh. Let me play with it for a while. You've had it your whole life. It's my turn." She bent down to lick it slowly from the balls to its tip and back down again before resuming her original trail underneath.

Carefully, she raised his left knee, then his right knee until his feet were flat on the bed sheets, then separated his legs as far as she could. He didn't seem to mind. His brain was butter and his body was malleable. Apparently, he had reached his immobile sponge level of high. She leaned in and began where she left off and slowly worked lower until she reached his puckered sphincter. She needed some moisture but couldn't manage it with a dry mouth. She licked him with the flat of her tongue leaving as much saliva as she could while her hands were busy with the stuff she retrieved from the black box. The tore opens a condom wrapper and removed it, placing it on her finger as he would on his cock. She wrapped the excess latex around her middle finger starting at the tip and working down, like a corkscrew, then held it in place with her thumb. Next, she flipped the top on the small bottle of cherry flavored edible massage oil and made sure the condom was adequately coated. She made sure to give the tip some extra lube. She also puddled some oil in the palm of her other hand then snapped the cap but kept the bottle handy.

Her left hand reached over to rub some of the oil over his cock and spread it evenly as she gripped it tightly while her condom finger circled and oiled around his asshole. "Oooh, honey, that feels sooooo gooood." He seemed tense, but she was patient. He was relaxed. Slowly, as she circled and circled, she gradually increased the pressure inward. If she felt him tense up, she slowly gave his cock an oiled stroke or two to break his concentration. Her patience was paying off as his muscles relaxed and gradually, she was able to slide her lubed condom finger completely into his rectum. His cock grew softer, but that was normal - or so she had read. Once his muscles relaxed and adjusted to her finger being there, she began to move it in and out slowly. She noticed his leg muscles relaxing and his breathing was less stressful, but still rapid. He started to enjoy the sensory experience. There came a curious smile on his face. These sensations came as a complete surprise to him.

Testing her own coordination, she decided to stroke his cock and stroke his asshole at the same time. His toes curled and his hands gripped the bed sheets, but all he could do was breathe heavily and try to smile to let her know he was enjoying it. Words were out of the question for him. She watched his ball sack draw-up tighter to his body as he was about to orgasm, but she wasn't finished with HER fun, yet. She stopped moving and just left her hands where they were for a moment. Then, she moved a hand to his balls and gently pulled his sack back down while rubbing it, thus prolonging his enjoyment for a time. She knew it wouldn't be long before his next spasm came. She bent over to taste the new droplets of pre-cum from the tip of his cock. "Mmm, still salty with a hint of watermelon. This is going to be good."

Without stroking his cock, she continued her finger movements in and out but remembered that wasn't the goal. Duh, where had her mind been? Oh, yeah. Now she remembered. The "P-spot" - that's what she was after. That little walnut shaped gland that hid just inside the top side of his rectum. She added more lube and probed a little more, feeling for it. It was just a bump, but it was there. Now, if she remembered it from her reading, she needed to manipulate her fingertip in a come-hither motion repeatedly. Having no idea how long this might take, she gave his cock a little suction and tip tasting before she continued. He let out a whimper and a loud, low moan as he clawed at the bed sheets, yet his body remained motionless. This didn't persuade her to stop. Quite the opposite. Now that she had found his spot, she continued to please him from within. She watched his ball sack draw up tight again and now it was time to finish it. She moved her mouth to just over his cock head and increased her finger manipulation. His stomach muscles contracted and spasmed like she had never seen him do before as he bucked his bottom off the bed. He motioned for her to remove her finger from his ass. So she grabbed hold of his cock and stroked it faster and faster until he spewed a long stream of semen, which she missed catching in her mouth, but got her lips into position for the rest of his spasms. As the force of his next expulsion hit the back of her throat, she felt she had to cough but grunted instead to clear herself. She wanted all his sweet, hot cum and didn't want to lose a single drop.

Slowly, his spasms subsided, but not until she had a mouth full of his man cream. She held onto his cock with her lips and savored the cherry taste from the massage oil that got mixed into the recipe. With her tongue, she swirled it around to all four sensing areas of her tongue before swallowing it down. With a smack of her lips, she smiled and went looking for seconds wherever they could be found. She took another mouth-full of his oiled cock. Now that it was getting softer, she could go all the way down on it and suck hard all the way up then swirl her tongue around the head a few times. Sort of a "coup de grace". As she kissed her way back up to his lips, she stopped to suck up and lick up the rest of his cream that spewed over his stomach. She swallowed most of it but saved a little bit of his semen under her tongue like a little reservoir. His heart was racing and his eyes were rolled back into his head with ecstasy, but he wanted to kiss her and hold onto this extraordinary lover. She put her fingertip into that little puddle of semen under her tongue and proceeded to paint his lips with his own secretion. He let her do it as it took her several trips to the puddle and it felt good to have her touching his lips this way as she spread it all around his face around his lip area. He could smell its clean scent. Then, she swallowed what was left before licking and devouring his face, lips and tongue with her kisses to get it all. To her, that was so hot!

Now, it was his turn to totally relax and enjoy his own type of 'little death'. There was something he had to do first - race her to the bathroom to see who got to pee first. It was no contest. It was always 'ladies first'. On the way back, they blew out the 3-wick candles and stumbled into bed. He laid on his side and extended his arm under her neck as she scooted back and closer to him. They hugged each other tightly and wrapped their legs around each other as if it might be their last time on Earth. They lay this way for a good while building body heat. When it got too hot, she rolled over on her other side so he could spoon in behind her - pressing in close to him.

Reaching down, he pulled the top sheet and blanket up over her shoulder, then slid his arm down around her waist trying to pull her even closer as he crushed his now dead cock against her ass crevice. Sleep came easy as he softly blew away her curly hair from her neck to kiss her one more time, goodnight.

~The End~

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** PLEASE NOTE: This author neither condemns nor condones the use of recreational marijuana where it is illegal to do so. Additionally, he supports the use of medical marijuana in those specially licensed patients whose medical conditions require its benefits for the alleviation of pain, suffering, and constant illness where those legal privileges exist.