Being Bed-idden Sucks!

Oh I tried having a cheeky wank, but it taught me a) how convulsive my body actually is when it orgasms and b) what a bad idea convulsions are during the early days of healing from a leg fracture. The thought of not being able to cum put me in a seriously fucked off mood! 

And when I’m this fucked off, I plunge myself into the risky world of trading shares. My dad taught me how to do this, and although he trades in the far more mysterious world of futures trading, it’s the same principal. Buy low, sell high. I have a trading account and so I watched the numbers on the screen and made some really good trades over the following day….really good ones. It seems aggression helps. 

What didn’t help was the ache between my legs, and the constant wetness. Oh I felt horny alright, and I would have no trouble cumming, it’s just that when I did, the first convulsion of a cum would send white hot pain through me, killing any cum dead in its tracks - and according to the doctor, I can look forward to around 10 days to two weeks of this! 

Then Dani came to my rescue bless her. I had been trading intently, and she had asked why I was doing that. I had snapped at her - unforgivable really - and told her, “I’m doing this, because having an orgasm is too fucking painful. I’m horny as fuck, and can’t do anything about it…for a fucking fortnight.” And to make it worse, I’d shouted at her. I felt horrid. 

Dani though, bless her, didn’t seem offended, although she had every right to be. Instead she sat thoughtfully for a moment or two before looking at the pills and potions the hospital had given me. “What if you took a slug of this oral morphine, and the anti-spasmodic maybe half an hour before you have a wank?” That might take the worst of it away….and if it isn’t totally effective, well, I have something that will help. Wait there.”

Huh…’wait there’….like I was going to go anywhere. Some people are mean drunks, but it turns out I’m mean when I’m frustrated. While she was away I began to mentally compose the apology I owed her. When she came back, and what she came back with erased every carefully rehearsed word from my mind. “Maybe try one of these as well.” And in her hand were four…do you know, I’m not even sure what they’re called. They were cigarettes containing a certain herbal substance. Dani! Of all people! I would never, in a million years have guessed! 

“I use them as a sex aid. They give me a very nice buzz and when I cum after having smoked one of these, it’s fabulous." 

I’ve never tried it. I don’t even smoke. But I certainly felt the effect. I believe the correct expression is, “This is some good shit.” I had taken my Oramorph, and the anti-spasmodic, and then this. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more chilled out. 

After we had both shared a special cigarette, Dani smiled and said, “Well, I guess we both have things to do.”

I asked..well…slurred, really….”Are you going to as well?”

She said, “You don’t think I’m going to waste this, do you?”

She made to get up, but I just about managed to utter one word. It was part a suggestion, part request, maybe even part order. “Stay?” 

Now, you’ll remember, Em, Dani and I had a three-way wank recently, so at least there was a precedent of some sort. She paused for a moment, considering what I’d said, and then sat back in an armchair. Her hand slipped up her dress and into her panties. 

I tugged the fleece blanket I was under onto the floor and let my hand find its way between my legs also. Watching someone wank is such a privilege, isn’t it? Dani and I alternated between looking between each other’s legs, and staring deeply into each other’s eyes. I knew I wanted to be watching her face when she came. I haven’t seen her cum face. 

The build up felt almost like it was happening from a distance. I felt involved, yet isolated from it. Engaged, yet not engaged. 

When I came, there were no bodily convulsions of any kind, but the orgasm seemed to last such a long time. I was, I realised, also talking. When we had our three-way cum, it was in total silence, but it seemed the certain substance had allowed me to exist on several different planes of consciousness simultaneously. Part of me was actually having a conversation with Dani. “You have no idea how much I’d like you to cum in my mouth. You horny fucking bitch….I’d have my tongue up you so fast.” Etc. Etc. 

Dani, too, had been affected by the magic smoke. I was seeing and hearing a side of her I hadn’t seen or heard before. When she had joined in our circle jerk, she had done so ‘politely’, if that makes sense. She did only that which was necessary to make herself cum. But here, she had both legs hooked over the arms of the chair, and was also speaking, partly to me, and partly for her own benefit. “Ohhh….I….fuck me…..your cunt’s amazing….lick me….ohhhfuck…” disjointed, nonsensical, and utterly attractive. 

Watching Dani’s face as she came was that unique expression of utter joy mingled with agony. Her cum face alone made me cum again. I could imagine having my face close to hers, feeling her breath on my face as she gasped in exquisite joy, while at the same time, having three fingers deep inside her, fucking her gently and in time with her convulsions. 

We lay there, making no attempt to cover up, and still, quite obviously buzzing nicely. We actually had a sexual conversation. Dani, with her legs spread wide and a huge wet patch on her panties, me exposing my sex to her, although I don’t suppose it was my best look with a thigh to foot plaster on my leg. I wanted her to see my sex, and I would have loved to have seen hers…not only that, but I told her so. 

The conversation was…weird. It was like we could say anything to each other and it would be ok. 

‘Fuck, Dani, that was amazing…it felt so different, and it didn’t hurt.”

“I know, right? It’s a totally different feeling cumming like this.”

“I wish I’d seen your twat though. I bet it’s beautiful.”

“You wanna see? Ok.” She wriggled out of her panties and resumed her wide=legged position on the chair.

“Oh wow…yeah…fuckin’ A….hey, your panties are soaked. Did you squirt?”

“Dunno…..” 

“Horny bitch!” (Giggle)

“Me a horny bitch? You can talk!” 

“Ahh well…..fuck me, Dani….I could so suck you off.” 

“You think I don’t know that? You AND Em have been lusting after me since I moved in.”

(Giggle) “Oops….sorry. Was it that obvious?”

“Well, duh!”

“Sorry…I hope it hasn’t been too awkward for you?”

“Hell no! What do you think I’ve been wanking over?”

“What, us? I..we..didn’t know you were lesbian?”

‘Dunno what I am. Don’t get big headed…I wank over cock as well. One day I’ll find out I guess…fuck..I could go again” 

And her hand drifted to that swollen garden of delight between her legs and the ‘herb’ started talking again.

“Fuck me! If I could kneel, I’d be watching from between your legs right now, and squirt or no squirt, I wouldn’t move until you’d finished.” I would never, never in a million years have been so brave normally. 

Remember, I was lying, almost flat on my back, my head supported by just one pillow as I said this. Dani grinned…this time it wasn’t her cute, virginal, innocent smile, this was a lascivious, almost preferred leer. She got up and slithered (yes, slithered is the only word really) onto the bed and carefully losing one’s herself kneels either side of my head, then, quite simply, and with no fuss, she wanked herself off. 

So did I. 

No chance of looking at her face this time. All I could see was her sex. Oh, and her hand. The scent was amazingly intoxicating, and I felt splattering as she came. I came too, but something must have been wearing off. This one, while not even close to being as painful as before, certainly hurt, and hurt enough to curtail it. 

I guess we both came down over the next  couple of hours. The way we talked become more, well, if not formal, certainly more distant, and slowly Dani resumed her role as housekeeper, and I turned my attention back to the trading screen…..and fucked up everything I tried to do. Because I like the short term trading where the position changes minute by minute, the profits are smaller, but the action and exhilaration is fabulous, I never let myself hold onto any shares after I’m done for the day. I start off with a set amount to buy with, and if, by the end of the day, I’ve made money, even if it’s only a little, then it’s a good day. My dad has a rule “Three bad trades, and it’s not your day. Lose your shirt, or walk away.” I’ve seen him do this. His definition of a ‘bad trade’ is one where his profit is less than $10,000. My success criteria is much lower. Still, I sold three sets of shares for what I bought them for. Time to stop. Overall. It was a success, and certainly initially I had made a hefty profit over nearly 40 trades. 

Dani brought us both coffee, and to see us sitting there talking, you wouldn’t have thought that just half an hour earlier, she had cum on my face.

There’s no doubt I was off my head on prescription and non-prescription medication. My mouth felt and tasted like the bottom of a parrot’s cage, but I can’t deny, there was something in that cigarette that was….pleasant. 

But the best thing of all was knowing that Dani, our Dani, Miss Virgin 2022 has a naughty side to her. 

During our talk she spoke at length about wanting to get laid, but not wanting a relationship. She also spoke of one night stands being risky. “You don’t know the person - what they’re really like - or what they might give you. I’d have a one night stand with someone I knew and trusted, but that defeats the point rather, doesn’t it?” 

I knew, in a heartbeat that Chris will be getting a phone call….as will my sister. I know their sex life is far from back to normal, and this could work out. Dani knows Chris, and she knows what he used to come round here for. If they both agree, Dani might be getting her cock sooner than she thinks. 

I still find it hard to believe that someone who looks as inviting as her has either fended off all male (and female?) attention so far, or simply didn’t attract it in the first place. There’s something unusual going on here. I hope I find out what it is. 

Then there’s Emily. She has, as you know, had a carefully choreographed and managed experience of cock. She did it for me, because she wants to like the things I like. It was a very long way from a no-holds-barred fuck-fest, and, as she said at the time “I’d like to do this again.” She’s said as much several times since. I want to pick the moment just right when she is really desperate to try it again, but this time to really let go. I’ve talked to her…and, indeed, shown her, what it’s like to be really fucked, and fucked hard, and using ‘Mike’ I’ve simulated it for her. 

Maybe when she is ready, I can get Chris to have them both. Separately, of course, but wow, what a day that will be!