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Spring Break
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Spring Break Sometime during spring break. . . The rain pattered against the window outside, for the last several days it had been a nonstop downpour with high winds; the kind that always seemed to make the house creak and groan with each gust. The noise of the grey, misty storm outside mingled with the sound of Third Eye Blind mellowly coming from the CD player hooked up in the corner of the room. "I guess I'm just a 90's ." Miss Angeli shrugged, sparking her lighter before lowering it to the bowl of her plastic bong. It was transparent green and has a faded Hulk sticker on its side. The water in the bong rumbled as the bowl of herb hissed as she sucked. Once the stem of the bong was filled with a thick, fluffy white smoke, she moved her thumb off of the the small hole drilled in the back and inhaled; sucking up the entire bongful of smoke which she held in for several moments before blowing it out in a thick, roiling cloud. Bailey sure could agree with her statement as he surveyed the room. It was littered with things from the 9o's, the CD / Cassette player pushing out the alt rock was one thing, but there were other totems, including a handful of Power Ranger action figures on a shelf, mingling with several diaries and a couple of naked Treasure Trolls with fuzzy pink hair and glittering gems in their stomachs. The room was dominated by the massive fabric beanbag chairs that were heaped along one wall. One of them was more than big enough for Bailey to lay on like it was a round bed, and still there was another one, lumped in with that which is where his teacher, and lover, Miss Angeli was sitting. She had explained to him that sometimes she used the room on the weekends to get creative. The way she explained it, sitting in the throwback room with a black light on a bag of weed was the best way to keep yourself entertained and energized. She sat with her long, pale legs together, legs which poked out of a very short, but simple black jean skirt. She wore only a baby blue push up bra with thin straps. Despite having played with his lover's tits many, many times, he was still captivated and enthralled by her beautiful body. Her thick red hair was bunched up in a simple ponytail, they had been indoors all day, but despite not being all dressed up, she was still so beautiful, it made Bailey wonder how the hell he had gotten to lucky. "What?" She asked, blushing as she realized Bailey was staring at her. "You're just..." Bailey stammered. "Hmm?" She asked, perking a thin, red brow. "You're just so pretty. I can't help but stare." Bailey said, his cheeks flushing. She grinned big at that, flashing her perfect white teeth. "Hold your horses there cowboy. I'm going to get you properly fucked up first. Now pay attention." The redhead cleared her throat and repeated the process, though the bong rumbled much quieter as she sucked slowly on the mouth piece. "Do this part slow. The slower you draw it in, the cooler the smoke will be. Otherwise you are going to choke and have a bad time." She put her lips back on the mouthpiece and sucked much harder, the herb hissing for a moment as she filled the stem and then moved her finger, sucking down the thick, frothy smoke once more. "Whew." She said, taking in a deep breath that sounded remarkably like a moan. Remarkably enough to make Bailey's small, smooth cock start to tingle. "Your turn." She said, holding out the bong and the lighter for him. Bailey was nervous but still reached for the bong and lighter. "Wait a sec. Take off your shirt. You're gonna get all hot anyways, might as well do it now and keep it clean." She said, waiting for a moment as Bailey pulled the simple tee up and over his head, tossing it onto the chair beside him. The sight of his pale chest and cute, bright pink nipples made Miss Angeli purr, but she knew that now was not the time. Bailey took the green bong and lighter and repeated the steps that Miss Angeli had showed him, sparking the bowl and then very slowly, (perhaps too slowly) filling the bong with smoke before sucking it in. At first the smoke filled his mouth and rolled down his throat like he was inhaling nothing at all. But once his lungs were filled he felt the rush and quickly exhaled, followed by a strong coughing fit. "Yessss. Let the THC flow through you." Miss Angeli said, putting on her best Palpatine before bringing the pipe up to her lips and once again sparking up. Bailey hadn't even noticed her taking back the bong and lighter from his hand, she was experienced though and knew how many time she herself nearly dropped the bong her first several times trying it. Once the stem was empty of smoke, she exhaled and passed it back to Bailey who felt like complete shit. "This is fucking horrible." He said, still catching his breath. "There's a payoff, just get a few more in." She promised. There was an unnaturally loud click that seemed to echo and linger for several seconds as the lights in the room went out, switching over to the large black light bulb which cast the room in a hazy, black, purple glow. "Once you're a pro at this, we'll put on Dark Side of the Moon and sync it up to Star Wars." Miss Angeli said, laying back on the beanbag and shifting to get comfortable. Her fingers slowly traced around her navel as she moaned, wearing a look of pure contentment. Bailey sparked up again, and despite the smoke flowing smoothly, he still managed to cough and retch, when he went to slap his chest, only then did he realized that Miss Angeli had ninja'd the bong from him once more. In retrospect, Bailey would realize that a pro knows better than to let someone drop and break their shit. Before he knew it, she had passed him the bong again, and again until he had taken about half a dozen hits off of it. He was thoroughly fucked up at this point, a sense of tingling pressure seeming to engulf his entire existence. He felt incredibly relaxed, and very, very warm. "Shit..." He mumbled, staring up at the felt posters on the wall. Under the blacklight they were glowing a number of psychedelic colors, all of which seemed to be moving and melting into each other, forming entirely new shapes and colors before his very eyes. He quickly found that if he focused it would take him out of the daydream and the colors, and shapes would remain as they were, without the distortion. "Just let it ride, nothing bad will happen. Just kick back and enjoy the trip." Miss Angeli grinned, exhaling smoke from the corner of her mouth before she slumped back into a more comfortable position, setting aside the bong and the lighter. She watched with a happy grin as Bailey zoned out on the huge cushioned chair beside her, his eyes narrowing as he scanned all the bright, beautiful colors in the room. "Whoa..." He mouthed the words as the music seemed to transport him to a whole other world. Visions flashed rapidly past his mind's eye like scenery outside of a car window. "Check this out." She whispered, the sound shattering his sense of reality as he turned and looked at her. She leaned over and very gently clamped her mouth over Bailey's left nipple, her warm tongue dancing over it which made Bailey gasp and arch his back. It seemed like the sensation was amplified a million times stronger than nowhere, an intense, burning, tingling heat filling his brain and his body. "It feels like you're sucking my dick, even though it's only my nipple..." Bailey gasped. "Mmm hmm." Miss Angeli confirmed, sucking firmly at the little pink nub of flesh as she gently raked her nails down the front of Bailey's chest and stomach with an agonizing slowness that pulled a moan from deep within the boy's chest. His slender cock was hard as a rock well before her hand reached his groin, but she gripped the stiff cock through the soft fabric of Bailey's shorts and gave it a slow, loving tug and squeeze. "Ahhh!" Bailey gasped. He was writhing around on the bed without even being touched by the woman, but each time she caressed his cock, or planted a warm kiss on his bare torso, it elicited the most delightful noises of pleasure from the 18 year old. Miss Angeli's hand slid down the front of his pants, giving his red hot balls a firm squeeze. She gently rolled them around in her hands, Bailey moaning nonstop as he felt her lips on his bare chest, slowly kissing back and forth between his nipples. Lingering only for a moment the nibble and torment one before kissing back toward the other. "This is better than getting fuck!" Bailey declared with a heated groan. "If you think this is great." Miss Angeli whispered in his ear, her hot breath seeming to coat his entire tingling body in her moist warmth. "Just wait until you blow a load inside of me." She ended the statement with a giggle and pulled away from Bailey who tensed, still deep in the haze of his high and not quite able to process her now missing presence. The redhead shifted to one side and reached down where she fiddled with the buttons at the side of her skirt, but she stopped when Bailey interrupted her. "Leave it. It's a pretty skirt." "Well it's just<b> denim. </font></b>It's not like I can't wash it if you cum on it." She shrugged off the statement, but inwardly, his attention and compliment made her radiant with happiness. So instead, she reached down and slipped off her stringy blue panties and tossed them to the side, slowly bringing her knees up to her chest as she spread her legs open, her hands holding her legs apart just behind the knees. "Come on, give this a try." She said, reaching down with one hand as she resisted the urge to touch her massive, throbbing cock, instead spreading her pink, glistening asshole open with two fingers for him to see. In a haze, Bailey fumbled and removed his shorts and underwear, crawling over to Miss Angeli who waited patiently with her legs held spread for him. He was unsteady, but his cock throbbed very intensely, each throb seeming to pulsate and blow through every last corner of his very existence. It was all overwhelming, but the powerful sensations made him feel as if his entire body were an ultra sensitive organ built for pleasure. The glow from the blacklight further confused him, he had no concept of being at his lover's house in the middle of a rainstorm, she was just this oddly glowing goddess, resting on her litter where she would reward him with exquisite pleasure for finding her. She waited patiently, her eyes glazed over as she stared up at Bailey, the lust was obvious in her eyes, not to mentioned her flushed features, and her chest which rapidly rose and fell with anticipation. Bailey slid into his lover and groaned, immediately bottoming out as he threw his weight into his hips, burying his cock inside of her. The warmth and wetness was the most intense feeling of his life, his breath came in surprised gasps and prolonged moans brought on by incredible pleasure as he thrust his hips. The sensation of sex was entirely different while high, for Bailey it was as if he were having sex for the first time, only the sensation was many times more intense. He pressed his face between Miss Angeli's sweaty breasts, his small mouth feebly sucking at the flesh of her inner breasts as his petite body laid atop her. Miss Angeli moaned in response, the moans were unlike anything he had ever heard flow from her lips, and she made even more noise as he firmly, and sloppily squeezed her breasts together and began to suck and lick as much exposed flesh as possible, all the while rapidly pumping his cock into her. His cock was painfully hard, it seemed to be harder than it ever had been in his life, but still, it felt so incredible. Miss Angeli let go of her legs, wrapping the long, toned limbs tightly around Bailey as one hand shot up, roughly pulling his hair and pushing his face into her tits as if she were trying to smother him. The other reached down and grabbed a handful of Bailey's soft, supple ass, her fingers roughly digging into his flesh as she urged him to go faster and deeper. Her flesh, no matter where he made contact with it, was the warmest, softest thing he had ever felt in his life, each slight brush and contact filled him with an incredible sense of warmth and safety, as if their two beings were merging into one, and she was very much feeling the effects of the drugs as well. Miss Angeli tossed her head back, shuddering as Bailey felt something hot erupt between them. In his delirious state, he realized that Miss Angeli was cuming, her cock hard like an iron bar where it pressed against his stomach, now spurting out an incredibly thick load as she let out a high pitched whine and hugged him tightly, the sticky, hot cum making a mess of both of their stomachs. Bailey ground his hips harder and harder when the force of his orgasm hit him like a sledgehammer to the forehead. It was as if his skull had been broken open, allowing the purest of experience of pleasure he had ever experienced rush in and take him away. Miss Angeli was moaning as Bailey came inside of her. Her hole clamping down on his stiff little cock so he could pump every last drop inside of her, where it belonged. Dizzily, Bailey shut his eyes, pushing his face into Miss Angeli's breasts where he heaved and panted for breath, the most complete and utter sense of pleasure pulsing through him as if thousands of little explosives were going off in the core of his stomach, over and over and over again. Despite having cum, he could still feel his cock standing straight up, and likewise Miss Angeli was diamond hard, her cock smooshed between their bodies where the unnaturally hot and sticky cum seemed to glue them together. "You're still so hard." She whispered, grinning like a wolf as she reached down and squeezed Bailey's ass with both hands, pulling him hard down into her. "Ahh!" Bailey cried out in shock, instantly beginning to move his hips very forcefully as he resumed fucking her. The sensation of her warm, sloppy, already well fucked hole was enough to drop Bailey right down into the well of pleasure, the warm sensation rushing up and consuming him once more. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" She panted, hands gripping him, controlling how hard and fast he would thrust, it was as if he were a toy and she was using him in all the right ways to get off. After a solid of minute of pounding, the completely world changing orgasm hit him again, and he collapsed onto her, whining and hissing with each breath as he felt his cock rocketing out cum, forcefully blasting another series of loads into her as he tightly shut his eyes. "Mmm that's the amazing thing about weed. Your cock will just stay hard no matter how many times you cum." She said, sliding one hand between them before she withdrew it, her fingers glinting with the sticky, stringing cum. She pushed the cum coated fingers into his mouth which he tenderly sucked, not realizing just how ash and parched his throat was. "And to top of it off, you cum so much. It really feels great doesn't it?" "Mmm hmm." Bailey nodded weakly as he lapped and sucked at her cum coated fingers. "My turn." She whispered softly and Bailey weakly withdrew his cock, gasping at the sensation of the cool air brushing against his stiff, purple cock. He watched the cum seep from Miss Angeli's ass for a moment before he shifted and collapsed on his stomach, still very much panting as he weakly lifted his slender hips for her. Miss Angeli drug her hands through the thick, slimy layer of cum on her stomach and smeared some of it slowly around the engorged, purple head of her monstrous, nine inch cock before smearing the last little bit of it against Bailey's warm, winking hole. "Ahhh!" He gasped, just feeling the sticky fingers against his hole. Getting fucked while high was nothing short of a religious experience, and it tickled her deep down to know that she would be his fuck, while high. In a microsecond Bailey went from resting on his stomach to being completely filled with his lover's cock, his eyes bulging wide before he threw his face down into the pillow and let out of a shriek of pleasure as Miss Angeli grabbed his waist and began to fuck him HARD. She watched with a perverse, but loving delight as she turned out her young lover, her huge cock slamming deep into his slick, slutty boycunt before pulling back, stretching his pink inside before she slammed forward again, thoroughly fucking up his hole. Despite the intense pleasure she was getting, Miss Angeli let out an irritated whine, she would kill to have someone nibbling at on her tits while she fucked Bailey. "It's so good!" Bailey chanted, his fingers curled into tight fists in the fabric of the beanbag chair as Miss Angeli's smooth balls loudly slapped into his, her wild pounding, the sounds of the their flesh slapping together drowning out the soothing sound of the rain outside as the windows fogged over, concealing the outside world. After a moment she drove all the way into Bailey and held there, letting out a guttural groan of pleasure as her fat balls contracted, her huge cock emptying a load right into Bailey's smooth little butt. It was as if his entire body were simmering in hot oil, the sensation of being filled was the most intense experience of Bailey's life, one he would never forget. He panted and groaned, wiggling his ass which drew a hiss from Miss Angeli who was also fucked out of her right mind with the intensity of the pleasure they were sharing. "You cum faster... But you never stop being hard, or able to cum. My record is 12 times in 4 hours. . . I wonder how many times I can cum today?" Miss Angeli muses aloud before she began thrusting once again. As the sounds of their flesh slapping down out the soft music in the corner, Bailey knew they were only just getting started as he pushed his face into the pillow and tightly closed his eyes.  |
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