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I sure miss the 80’s

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Around two years of doing crank and cocaine and cum flying everywhere as a result.

I know physical descriptions can be frowned upon but my ex was simply built for sex.She was 5’2″,brunette hair to the middle of her back,big bedroom brown eyes,small but perfect breasts and the most incredible round,firm bubble butt and her being a scorpio with great personality,made for several guys who loved partying with us.We always partied at my place which made it perfect for often several straight days and nights of the intense indulgence in drug use and marathon sex games.
Sally always put on some sexy stirrup(yoga)pants and often just a two piece bikini.It was sweet torture for the guys but the dope was scarey good those days and everything got hot,especially your crotch.She was always the only female and was often surrounded by up to four or more raging pre cum leaking 7-10″cocks.She had that effect on guys high or sober.She knew it too and her pussy was soaking wet the entire time.The dope,as soon as you smoked a big hit,instantly went to your crotch and her and the guys had continuous kegel contractions,keeping cocks hard and oozing pre cum and her perfect pussy squeezing and flooding with juices.
After a couple hours,guys left but her ex before me and often Tracy,a good friend stayed since we all saved enough dope to partake many times.
We all had sex on the brain and when Tracy left a couple hours later,Sally,Donny and I would basically get naked,with Sal always putting on some nasty cumshot compilation porn and some “fuck my wife”comps too.She was mesmerised with cumshots and got very distracted and soaking wet,and we never hid the fact we were on the edge of orgasm constantly.
I told her how I wanted to watch and listen to her give handjobs,blowjobs and being fucked for many many hours.She was not freaked out about it and so with her aware of that,I started a ritual of leaving the bedroom and after using the bathroom,I’d go into the front room where my big jar of vaseline was and I would start edging my rock hard 8” cock and the bedroom door was always left open so I could first,listen to her and Don flirt and tease each other.Don would often hop on the bed and prop himself up and stroke his cock in front of Sally.
She always moaned and would continue smoking hits while teasing him from the table at the foot of the bed.She would comment on the porn while fingering her pussy and pinching her nipples.She got a thrill out of asking him if he wanted to do what they were doing in the porn and do it with and to her.She giggled and moaned when he always had to stop before he came.I had to pace myself too although,we all knew we had at least three pops before having to recover.She told him to eat her while she took a couple hits and he did that noisily too and she would exhale her hit with an extended moan and I could hear him just chowing down and her moans mixed with a quivering eratic breathing sound and then an intense gutteral sound of her cumming and he kept her cumming for several minutes.Then he would pick her up and lower her onto his cock and we all came at the same time.Then she would get into doggy position and he would pound her perfect soaking wet orgasming pussy for at least twenty non stop minutes while she had multiple orgasms.The sight and sounds of power fucking filled the place and when he was ready,she turned around and jacked him off onto her face and tits.That’s usually about a time where I came in and we would break for a soda and a couple hits then we double teamed her for up to several days and nights.
Those days I wish I had owned a camcorder because our marathon sex parties were much better than any porn.
Sal and I ended up married and 14 years later,divorced but have stayed friends to this day.Not sure about Don,we quit the drugs and he didn’t and we lost track of him after that.Sal and I live within about 60 miles of each other and we never fought and used any of those times against each other and if she ever needed help,I’d be there no question asked.I really miss those couple years and still occasionally dream about it and waking up is kind of a bummer.Hope this basic confession was ok.I’d love to read similar stories if anybody has any to tell.

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  • Reply Tiberius ID:7zv2v6s5d1

    I agree and now we are in the repressed new century. Fun seems to be oozing out of life!

    I remember being in South Beach just as it was ‘growing up’ at a club with my wife. They flooded the dance floor with soapy bubbles and the fun began. I don’t know if it was a guy or woman but whoever sucked my cock like a pro! Kay’s was fingered and finally started riding a guy. Loved watching her go up and down, not knowing if it was her pussy or ass. After they were done my hand went down and she was sopping wet with cum.

    I miss those days and the cucks we played with!

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  • Reply Psiberzerker ID:21c69jbt0a

    Sex can be frowned apon, in fact it often is. Don’t let that stop you. Ultimately, this is a site for taboo stories. I frown apon reducing characters to a stat sheet, because it’s just lazy writing, but it’s not the stats themselves that I have a problem with. It’s the lack of anything else in a character. (Unless anonymous sex with strangers is the fetish, in which case, you might not know anything else about them besides dick size, and maybe hair color. For instance, glory holes.)

    Crank wasn’t really a thing in the 80s. Sure, Methamphetamines have been around since World War II, but you couldn’t just buy them on the streets.