Pulse Point: The Cum Marathon

The scent of coconut oil hung heavy in the air, mingling with the lingering warmth of our previous encounters. Lucy lay sprawled on the bed, a picture of blissful exhaustion, her body still glistening with the remnants of our shared pleasure. I watched her, a strange mix of satisfaction and anticipation swirling within me. The Cum-a-Thon had begun with an unexpected, primal surge, a blatant disregard for our usual measured pace. It felt like a chaotic, beautiful explosion of desire, pushing boundaries and shattering expectations. Now, as the sun began its descent, casting long shadows across our small-holding, I felt a strange pull, a sense of needing to complete the experience, to savor every last moment of this unconventional day.

As I rose from the bed, the cool air on my bare skin felt strangely invigorating. The first thing I did was retrieve the bottle of coconut oil, its smooth surface reflecting the dim light of the room. Lucy stirred slightly, a soft murmur escaping her lips. "Are you ready for breakfast?" she asked, her voice still laced with the echoes of our intense activity. My mouth fell open, my eyes popping out, and my cock sprang to immediate attention. The morning had arrived, but our world had shifted, altered by the intensity of the previous day's escapades.

The kitchen was a mess, a testament to our uninhibited morning. Dirty dishes piled high in the sink, clothes lay scattered across the floor, and a faint scent of cum hung in the air. Lucy had her feet on the kitchen table, her arse on the kitchen cupboard, and her legs spread wide, a blatant invitation to indulge. But the real shock was what she had in her hand – a thick, green cucumber, embedded deep within her pussy. Her clit was a deep purple, swollen and begging for attention.

I moved towards her, my movements deliberate and full of intent. I wet my fingers with the juice dripping from her stretched pussy, a viscous, salty fluid that seemed to hold the essence of our shared pleasure. As I began making circular movements on her clit, she grunted and shook, her body convulsing with pleasure. The next moment, she pushed the cucumber in so deep that it just about disappeared, her control slipping away as she lost herself in the throes of ecstasy. She held it there, her orgasm intensifying, a relentless wave of sensation washing over her. I rubbed her clit at a blurring speed, my own body responding in kind, my breathing becoming shallow and erratic. The juice dripped onto the floor, forming a glistening puddle, while the cucumber itself began to foam. This continued for some time, a symphony of pleasure and release, and I felt a profound sense of gratitude for the gift of this extraordinary experience.

As I continued to stroke her clit, Lucy suddenly froze, her entire body becoming rigid. A massive orgasm overtook her, a monumental release of tension and desire. Then, she slumped back against the table, her hands dropping to her sides, the cucumber shooting out and landing on the floor. I held her against my chest for a few minutes, her warmth radiating through my body, a tangible reminder of the connection we shared. This was an unexpected turn of events, but there was still much more to come.

After having a quick, naked breakfast with my wife, still lost in some distant realm, I turned my attention to the task at hand: painting a wall that had suffered from water damage. As I worked, my mind kept drifting back to the cucumber in Lucy's pussy, the sensation still fresh in my memory. It caused a semi-erection, a subtle reminder of the pleasure we had just experienced.

Lucy caught my gaze and walked underneath the ladder, taking my cock in her hand. "Did the little green monster excite you?" she asked, her voice playful. Then, her lips surrounded my cock, a tantalizing prelude to the next phase of our encounter.

I tried to focus on my painting, but it was difficult to ignore the sensations radiating through my body. After about twenty seconds, I grabbed hold of the ladder, allowing myself to fully immerse in the pleasure of her touch. As she began using her nails to make long, gentle scratches on my balls, I felt a surge of anticipation, a primal urge to lose control. When I could feel my balls pulling up and getting ready to spill my load in her mouth, she suddenly stopped, walked over to the couch, and called me over, saying, "I need to cum now, so get to work."

I was still getting down on my knees when Lucy grabbed me behind the head and forced my face into her pussy. Her clit was massive and sensitive, swollen with pleasure, and her body was slick with moisture. She wanted it fast, but I decided to make her beg. Though she wanted a charging elephant, I gave her a fluttering butterfly. Lucy lifted her arse off the couch and kept on pulling my head in tighter, but I continued to make her suffer. She was desperate to cum and started with a verbal attack.

“You bastard, suck me harder. Eat me harder, or I will make you beg next time. Stop playing. Suck my clit. Oh, fuck, sink your teeth into my clit. Bite me. You’re killing me. Make me cum. Maxx, don’t do this to me. Stick your finger in me. Oh, yes, yes, yes. Finger-fuck me. Don’t stop. Suck on the tip. Faster. Faster. Ohhhhhh, fuuuuck… I’m cumming. I’m cummiiinnngggg.”

The next moment, my face, neck, and chest were drenched with her juices. What a glorious gift! I was dripping on the floor, and the cucumber had foam covering it. This continued for some time, a frenzied dance of pleasure and release, and I felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction.

As I continued painting, I watched Lucy prancing around in her exquisite nudity. My cock remained in a semi-erect state for the next hour, slowly losing its potency. The rules of the game were simple: feel free to ask. Just as I was about to inquire about a combo blow/hand job, she came up with her next surprise. She had taken a seat on the couch with her legs spread extremely wide. Her purple Swan vibrator was in one hand and a bottle of coconut oil in the other. She looked at my cock and said, “You may watch only, or you can show me what you do with that cock when you are alone and watching one of our private movies.”

What else could I do? I chose option two. This was going to be a thrilling experience.

Lucy called me closer, her voice laced with anticipation. She wanted me to bring my cock very close to her face and perform for her while focusing on what she was doing to her pussy. I was dripping on the floor! Oh, what pleasure. I decided to focus on my cock and give the visual performance that she desired. As her vibrator buzzed and slipped into her extremely wet pussy, I took the coconut oil from her and squirted it all over my cock. I was ready. Very ready.

My left hand folded around the base of my cock and my balls. With the other hand, I pulled back my foreskin to expose the head, which dripped copious amounts of pre-cum on the floor. I used only my thumb and forefinger to make circles around the head very slowly, allowing my pre-cum to drip on her body. Her eyes were fixated on my cock, and her mouth hung open.

“Do you see how hard my cock is, Lucy? Look what you are doing to me. I am dripping all over you. Look at my cock! It wants to fuck your tight little pussy. Now, look how I fold my hand around it and see how the head comes out slowly as I move my hand down over this hard piece of meat. Oh, there go some more juices. Look, it dropped on your clit. Yes! Yes, fuck your little pussy with that vibrator. Push it in deeper. You are making me so sensitive. Lucy, you are so beautiful. I love you. Oh fuck, fuck, my cock is so sensitive. I want to explode and cum all over you, but see how slowly I am rubbing my cock. (Lucy was staring at my cock, but her eyes could not remain open because she was having a massive orgasm.) Yes, baby. Cum for me. Yes! Yes! Cum, baby. Look at my cock. It is going to cum for you. Oh, fuuuuck…”

The next moment, my face, neck, and chest were drenched with my lover’s juices. Oh, what joy!! My pre-cum was dripping on the carpet, so I just lifted myself off my knees, plunged my cock into my Lover-Wife’s pussy, and started pumping. I thought that I would cum in a few seconds, but shockingly, I fucked my multi-orgasmic wife through two orgasms before my balls contracted and I emptied my load deep inside her. (It was not yet 09.00 a.m.)

I returned to my painting job and watched Lucy prancing around in her exquisite nudity. My cock remained in a semi-erect state for the next hour until it started hurting. The rules of the game were, “Feel free to ask.” Just as I was about to ask her for a combo blow/hand job, she came up with her next surprise. She had taken a seat on the couch with her legs spread extremely wide. Her purple Swan vibrator was in one hand and a bottle of coconut oil in the other. She looked at my cock and said, “You may watch only, or you can show me what you do with that cock when you are alone and watching one of our private movies.”

What else could I do? I chose option two. This was going to be so much fun.

Lucy called me closer. She wanted me to bring my cock very close to her face and perform for her while I focused on what she was doing to her pussy.

I was dripping on the floor! Oh, what pleasure. I decided to focus on my cock and give the visual performance that she desired. As her vibrator buzzed and slipped into her extremely wet pussy, I took the coconut oil from her and squirted it all over my cock. I was ready. Very ready.

My left hand folded around the base of my cock and my balls. With the other hand, I pulled back my foreskin to expose the head, which dripped copious amounts of pre-cum on the floor. I used only my thumb and forefinger to make circles around the head very slowly, allowing my pre-cum to drip on her body. Her eyes were fixated on my cock, and her mouth hung open.

“Do you see how hard my cock is, Lucy? Look what you are doing to me. I am dripping all over you. Look at my cock! It wants to fuck your tight little pussy. Now, look how I fold my hand around it and see how the head comes out slowly as I move my hand down over this hard piece of meat. Oh, there go some more juices. Look, it dropped on your clit. Yes! Yes, fuck your little pussy with that vibrator. Push it in deeper. You are making me so sensitive. Lucy, you are so beautiful. I love you. Oh fuck, fuck, my cock is so sensitive. I want to explode and cum all over you, but see how slowly I am rubbing my cock. (Lucy was staring at my cock, but her eyes could not remain open because she was having a massive orgasm.) Yes, baby. Cum for me. Yes! Yes! Cum, baby. Look at my cock. It is going to cum for you. Oh, fuuuuck…”

The next moment my face, neck, and chest were drenched with my lover’s juices. Oh, what joy!!

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