Cocaine is a crystalline tropane alkaloid extracted from the leaves of the coca plant. It is a serotonin-norepinephrine-dopamine reuptake inhibitor (SNDRI) and central nervous system (CNS) stimulant used recreationally for its euphoric effect and medically as a local anesthetic; it increases energy, mental alertness and suppresses appetite. Cocaine is highly addictive and has profound and dangerous physical and psychological effects.
We went to their boat, did some poppers and cocaine (I blew it off the girl’s tits) and we did as many things as you can imagine which involve a bi couple and a bi guy: they both blew me, separately and together; the girl and I both blew the other guy, I did anal with the guy (I fucked him while her wife fingered herself and encouraged me to fuck him harder) without a condom; I fucked her doggy and without a condom; they took turns rimming my ass and eating my cock, swapping whenever I ordered them to; finally, the husband gave me complete control over her wife, thanking me for the fuck I had given him: he lit a cigar, started to smoke it and contemplated the action; eventually I made the girl rim me again and I came again (had come before inside the guy’s ass) inside her mouth.
My cum was shared between them. I went home at about 2 AM but we had agreed to meet again the following day in the afternoon. We took their boat, started sailing and we fucked in the sea. They both greeted me with a passionate kiss and she immediately started to suck my cock as soon as we left the port. Sex was in many ways similar to the previous night’s and the day ended with a nice lunch in the middle of the sea, three of us naked, and telling each other our sex adventures and dirtiest secrets.
As expected, intercourse went on for ages. I could have lasted all night, but at just over two-and-a-quarter hours, a chafed, tired and slightly dazed Erica called time. I pulled out and she jerked me off over her boobs. The orgasm was amazing and powerful. I came a lot. A whole lot. Like, something reminiscent of Peter ‘Two Quarts’ North. Erica and I looked at each other, aghast as a bovine volume of come showered the general vicinity. We started cracking up before I was done. I stopped laughing when the usual refractory period didn’t follow — my erection simply wouldn’t go away. After twenty minutes, I became concerned. I needed to pee. Badly. Ten minutes later, my erection deflated just enough to allow a painful, wildly imprecise squirt. After that, I returned to a semi-dormant state.