The girl in the white thong walks into your urban home, and the budslinger follows. The afternoon sun is high in the clear sky. Mouth-watering scents ride the breeze past a bakery, mixing with the strong aroma of a copious amount of cannabis. The contents of your and her bags sweeten the air as you walk through the old door. She sets her mailbag down on a crowded coffee table and sits her very nice butt on your favorite couch.

“I don’t know, Antonio,” the blond girl says. “I had this stuff last night at the concert. It was pretty mind-blowing.”

“Oh really?” you reply and take a seat next to her, placing your black backpack next to her brown bag. “Your dome looks like it’s in one piece. And the name’s Andre, not Antonio.”

“Oops!” Her little bubbly voice is really funny. “And mine’s Derpy. It’s really Ditzy Doo, but, I mean, that sucks. Call me Derpy, all my friends do! Well,” she goes on. “Axel, uh, the guy, said it was called G-17. It was really colorful and stuff, and the crystals were all over the thing! Jeez, I’ve never seen anything like that stuff.”

You open your bag and envision this supposed mind-blowing bud. “I’ve heard of some shit like that. Was there little splotches of orange or red inside blobs of purple? And were there little tiny white fibers all over the greens?”

The little blonde girl sits and stares towards your bag for a minute as you pull out your selection. “Uh, yeah. I didn’t really look at it so much, and it was sorta dark, er there was this blacklight. I guess it would be a purple light, really. Anyway, it makes white stuff sorta glow, and the white bits on the weed really lit up. It was really cool. And, and the way the light hit the bong when you took a hit, the, the smoke turned really bright purple! It was so cool!”

“Uh huh,” you say and rummage through your bag, only half listening. “So, did you just want a dime, or what?”

She leans forward, her small chest sort of brushing your arm. “No, I wanted weed. Do you have a dime? I like change, too, but I just wanted some grass.”

You just look at her. Those yellow eyes are staring blankly at you and your open backpack on the coffee table at the same time in a hilarious way. You’d be annoyed, but she’s really funny. “Heh, no, how much do you want? I got jugs worth five, ten, twenty, and fifty. I got jars, but those are worth a lot more.”

“Oh, uh,” she says, unconfused. “I guess I want a fifty. I got pretty good tips last night.” The thong lady sits up and sticks a hand in her back pocket, then her other. You take out four plastic jars, your largest ones, and set them out. Eventually, she finds a little pocket book.

“Alright,” you sit forward and point at the cylindrical containers. “I’ll go from weakest to strongest, not that the weakest is bad or anything. The green is silverback, my friends call it the Harlem, don’t ask. Next is the orange jug, that’s hindu kush. Black is the pink panther, and the last is my personal favorite.” You pick it up and open the lid, letting the strong stench out. You woft tasty nosefuls into your face, careful not to inhale the skunky aroma too much. “Ah, just smell that! It’s so good. It’s mowie wowie. This is the stuff that will make the cooking channel look like porn.”

The same nameless blonde girl with the cute smile, tight butt and funny eyes cracks up hard, snickering in her seat. “Oh wow, I know exactly what you mean! Ah, this lady was frying bananas with brown sugar and stuff, and I had put my fingers in my mouth, but I swear I could taste the banana thingies!” She sits up and and looks at the dark purple plastic container. The nugs inside are splotched with purple and red, and orange fibers crowd at the edges.

“Yeah, this will get your tummy grumblin’.” You take out a small nug and stare at it. “Yeah, fifty bones and you get the jar. Hey, if you’re not busy we could match a bowl, watch the food network, get some barbeque or somethin’.”

Her fun eyes pop out a little at the prospect, but she blushes and shies away. “Oh, I don’t know. I tend to get pretty sleepy after I smoke. And I don’t have anything to smoke with on me, or a lighter.”

“Like you gotta worry about a piece at your dealer’s place.” You get down and pull out a red and orange bubbler from a compartment in the armrest. “Just cleaned Miss Bungle yesterday. I’ll load the first bowl if you buy, and we can watch whatever or listen to whatever and just chill. Whatever.”

“Miss who? Do you have a girlfriend?”

“Nah,” you reply, loading some mowie wowie from a different jug. “I live here and sell bud and flip pizzas and, ya know. Whatever. I get out a lot, but I gotta stay home a lot and work, too.”

“Well,” she says. “What do you do? Grow it?”

You stop breaking up the bit of bud on the little glass dish. You hush your voice and lean in to her. “Hey, you know that G-17 or whatever?”

“Uh, yeah, yeah, what about it?” She’s whispering too, playing along if nothing else.

“I’ve had it before. I got it, but it’s shit. That stuff is pretty pussy to the stuff I got downstairs.”

“No!” Derpy quietly exclaims.

“You better believe it. Wanna see the basement?” Creepier words are hard to come by.

Derpy seems to think so, too. But, a curiosity has taken root and is gnawing at her easy-going nature. “Uh, what’s, what’s in your basement?”

You set the bubbler down and stand up. “You’ll never guess. Oh, don’t be like that. It’s not dead bodies or leather straps or anything.” You take one step towards your fridge, and Derpy follows. Her little plain t-shirt looks really casual, fun, just like her, and just like the best kind of sex.

“Uh, old exercise equipment?” She stands next to you with her big bag.

“Uh, not quite. Hey, I’m goin’ to the fridge for an underground grow op. You want one?” In a fluid motion, the unassuming, nearly antique refrigerator door swings open. The tall and outdated appliance matches most of the comfy furniture, but inside is far from old and musty.

A sturdy and basic elevator is waiting behind the door, complete with fake ketchup and some empty beer bottles for the aesthetic.

“Woah.”

“Get in,” you tell her. You step into the metal cage and press the down button. The elevator rattles to life, descending the twenty feet below the surface to the secret basement.

You arrive at the bottom in the metal lattice-walled elevator to the basement. The oily and grimey steel gives way to a bright and clean substructure made entirely of concrete. The ceiling is supported by rows of thick concrete pillars at regular intervals. Between the columns are rows and rows of tall, healthy trees. Each hemp plant stands taller than any man, even when inlaid into a shallow watering trough.

“Keep this a secret, ya know, between friends.” You step by the dumbstruck Ditzy Doo and make your way to the end of the tall room. The second story has a red metal balcony about ten feet above the hard floor. You quickly ascend a ladder and beckon Derpy to follow. She does, still speechless. Derpy nearly trips on her way over, flailing her arms to keep her balance.

“Come on, the real stuff’s in here. That, all that’s the profit, the waste I don’t need. In here, come on!”

Derpy giggles as she steps into the little room almost hidden into the second floor of the basement. You let her into the smaller area in front of you. “I haven’t shown anyone this. You ready?”

Derpy nods, still unable to speak. You take one step further into the windowless room and open a small floor cabinet. Bright light floods out, and under it is a small, dense plant. The leaves are coated in off-white crystals, nearly completely blocking out the deep green underneath. Buds sprout out in their fibonacci randomness. Derpy’s jaw looks nearly ready to fall off.

“There she is,” you tell her, barely above a whisper. “A perfect genetic cross between mowie wowie and orange mauser kush. Plenty of that ultra-potent power the Mowie packs, but still plenty of the flavor of mauser, and the potency of mauser, don’t forget that, and then some of the happy smiley hungry sleepy, too. This shit will melt your face, and I would never sell it. The customers could never make their way back for more!”

“W-woah.” Derpy sits on the concrete floor and gazes into the brightly lit space. “I can’t, can’t look away fruh...” her voice fades away, truly awe-struck.

You carefully shear off a sizeable bud and push it into a little container. “I only snip off some when I need to breed more or I need to get blazed higher than the sun.”

Derpy stands up and stares at the container in your hand with both eyes. It’s surprisingly adorable when they work together. One begins to wander downwards, but she blushes and they both focus at your face. “Cool,” she says sheepishly, smiling. “A-are, can we smoke some? My girls are fine by themselves today, I think. And tomorrow’s sunday, so I don’t have to work, so I’m not really worried about-” she stops suddenly. Her eyes aren’t together, but one holds your stare. “I, I think, um, well I was thinking tha-”

A loud buzz breaks her stammering. You look to a monitor on the desk and see a heavy Hawaiian on the doorstep, white styrofoam boxes in hand.

“Shit,” you say. “I forgot I ordered out. Come on, you hungry?” You don’t wait for an answer.

“W-wait up!” Derpy yells as you fly by her to the ladder. You slide down and rush to the elevator, careful of the few dozen delicate and pungent weeds. The blondie is four steps behind as you ready the scissor door.

Another loud buzz rapes the moist air as you punch the up button. The elevator rattles to life, and you rush out into the kitchen three seconds before it reaches a stop. You clamber the short distance to the door.

“Yo Dre!” a lardy voice shouts through the rotting door. “Hey, open up! I know you got the munchies, man, but wake up! I’m not gonna take this food back to the sh-”

“-ack.” Tito stops mid-rant and smiles. “There you are, little kushie cuz! Ah haa, I knew you were in there.”

“Tito!” you shout back and clasp his free hand. “It’s been a minute, man, great timing.”

“Ah, lil’ brada got a lady to feed, too? Ha, very nice, kushie cuz.”

“Oh,” you stop and turn to Derpy. “Derpy, Tito. Tito, Derpy. Now you’re old pals, let’s eat.” You turn around to grab the food, but Tito holds the boxes above his head.

“No way you’re gettin’ fed without payin’ up, brada. Twenty shells, even.”

You check your back pockets, then your front. The only thing on you is the small plastic jug with a few nugs. “Uh, about that.” You reach into your pocket and pull him in by his flimsy shirt.

“I don’t have any cash, ya know how it goes. But-”

“No buts, brada!” Tito interjects, shoving your hand away. “No money, no munchies. I gotta charge. Even my big cuzzes.”

“But,” you continue after staring at him for one moment, breaking his tough stance with animal directness. “I can still pay you. Ever hear of bud called Deagle?” Nearby, Derpy giggles a little.

“No, I ha-”

“No, you haven’t!” You pull out the little jug. “That’s because, it doesn’t exist. Just, just hold on for one second.”

You run to the living room and put a nug of your special stuff into a different, smaller container. You jog back and give Tito the plastic container. “This doesn’t exist, get me? I never gave you a hybrid strain that will melt your mind into oatmeal, and I did pay for my grub, and then you went back to work.”

Tito opens the plastic with a skeptical look and takes one whiff. He immediately reels back, and you take the three boxes away.

“Woah there, kushie cuz,” Tito says. “There’s NO way dis can be eno-”

“Look at it!” you shout at him. Softer, “Just look at the fibers, man! I’m giving you too much! Tito, I’m your kushie cuz. Come on, Dre’s got the best bud, man!”

Tito and you stare down for a moment. Suddenly, he breaks out in jovial, almost drunken laughter. “Oh, alright, Andre. For you, I’ll take your atomic bud.”

“Thanks, guy,” you say, motioning to Derpy to close the fridge door. The steel elevator isn’t visible from the front door, but better safe than sorry.

Tito opens the front door and looks back. “It’s as the ancient Hawaiians say: don’t drink milk from a coconut that you find in the dark. Especially if it’s long and hard!”

The door slams, revealing an awkward silence. A snicker, then a chortle, then a full blown, hysteric bout of laughter erupts from Derpy’s face. You can’t help but laugh at the terrible joke as well.

“Okay,” Derpy says, now no longer doubled over. “That was one of the stupidest jokes I’ve ever heard.”

“Heh, yeah,” you reply, picking up your order. “He’s full of stupid shit. So,” you say. “Wanna, get high and pig out?”

“Sure,” Derpy says, her bright yellow eyes looking mostly at you.

You and she move back to the couch and quickly put some of the radioactive cannabis into the bubbler. You offer the first hit as you count her cash and give her her purchase. Derpy timidly sticks a flame to the filled bowl, scorching a small portion of the grass. She inhales gingerly, then clears the bowl. Her face lights up as all of the smoke easily launches into her lungs. She smiles wide, holding her chest full, as well as pushing her nice, albeit average-sized looking breasts up. Derpy begins to give a thumbs up, but expels out a huge volume of smoke in a violent coughing fit.

You take the pipe from her and set it down, then find a bottle of water. She coughs a few more times and sips some water. “Oh-koff-man, th-at really sneaks up on ya!” Derpy clears her throat a few more times and says: “Jeez, that tastes so good going in that you, mgyah!, you just keep goin’ and goin’, and, an. . . .woah.” She slinks back into the big, comfy sofa. “Woah.”

“‘sgood, isn’t it?” is all you ask. You take a different corner of the bowl and brace for the chamber of THC haze you’re about to inject into your lungs. Smoke quickly soars into your chest. It tastes sweet and tangy in your mouth, not very foul at all. You do your best to hold the huge hit in, but the tasty smoke turns into a burning haze inside. You cough it out, heaving and feeling your head lighten. You smile wide and sink into the cushions.

“Das good,” you murmur, feeling the relaxing surge rush through your body, making your skin feel funny. Not strange, just light, funny. Your muscles relax, and lethargy begins to nip at your eyelids. But, another feeling exists in harmony with the sloth. You feel bored, fascinated with everything, yet no real stimulation holds your attention. Your mind forms the word “music” before you remember what that is. You snicker at the simple word, it’s so easy! You manage to pull your torso up, then put your feet under you. Their presence is odd, new, but not new.

Moving to the stereo is easy enough, but finding the cd button isn’t as light of a task. Eventually, the letters find your eyes and you jab it with a finger, then the long triangle pointing right. A soft “chump chump chump” emanates from the big speakers, so you turn those up. The little beat grows into a full song, several sounds blending into a familiar tune.

You move with it, feeling the music inside. You turn in place to watch Derpy brave another hit. She repeats the process, succeeding in taking a smaller, more manageable drag.

Your weight falls heavily onto the couch at her side as Derpy smiles wide, holding her breath. She looks at you, closes her eyes and blows the thick smoke into your face. You gladly inhale with your nose, smelling the scent of her breath and your crazy cannabis. The smoke irritates your eyes, so you close them, then lay back, leaving them closed.

Before you can even get settled into the couch, Derpy wraps her arms around you. She nuzzles her long blond hair into your chest, giggling. “Sorry,” she mumbles. “Hehe, I get kinda handsy when I get really, really high.” Derpy lets go and sits up, mostly.

“Nah,” you reply back, hardly articulate. “‘sall good. We could, uh, ya know.”

“Cuddle?”

“Yeah, that thing that doesn’t sound manly at all. I didn’t say it.” You laugh and watch her reaction. Derpy just laughs and smiles back. Suddenly, the petite blonde leans forward and kisses your cheek, then sinks her weight into your body, making you lay back. She lets her light weight fall onto you, pressing her chest into yours, holding her face close to yours.

“Uh, Ali?” she whispers.

“Dre. Ya?” you barely breathe back.

“Wanna get handsy? Not anything too much, just, some touching.” Derpy takes your hand and puts it behind her back. She takes your other hand and places both of your palms squarely on her tight little butt. She giggles as you give her cheeks a playful squeeze.

Her little giggle turns into a heated, smiling gasp when you squeeze again, lifting and moving her butt in her jeans. She smiles and puts a hand on your chest, more than hinting her enjoyment.

“Ah, this must be some gooooooood stuff,” she softly speaks. “Cuz, I feel really, really good.”

You feel some of her horniness, especially when you get to feel the heat coming from between her cheeks. But, you can also smell the hawaiian barbeque. Your stomach tells you how hungry you are repeatedly, and you can no longer ignore it.

Derpy rests her head on your shoulder, her hands meandering over your torso. She giggles and kisses your neck, then again, her hot breath warms your skin. You use her ass to pull her up so that she sits on your groin, and so that she’ll stop sucking on your neck, even if it is pretty nice.

“W-what’s up?” she asks down at you, her red cheeks are just a few inches from your face.

“I’m starving,” you tell her with conviction. “Let’s eat, then we can do whatever we want.”

Derpy sits up, not even disappointed and moves her shoulders this way and that. Her petite frame makes her breasts look that much bigger. She smiles and sort of chuckles at you. “I guess we can eat,” she says down at you. “I’m pretty hungry, too. And I got some muffins in my bag, if the, whatever you got isn’t enough.”

“It won’t be for both of us,” you reply. “I’m happy with sharing, though.”

Derpy’s cute face lights up in an instant. “Yay! I got a bunch of different kinds of muffins, but we can’t eat the chocolate chippy one. That’s for my daughter, so no eats.”

She hardly looks old enough to have a kid, but you shrug it off. “Alright, no chocolate chip, let’s eat already! The take-out’s getting cold.”

Derpy climbs off carefully and you tear open the barbeque. You help Derpy try some of the spam musubi, the grilled chicken, and plenty of steamed rice. Before you know it, you’ve devoured everything. You wipe your mouth with two of the thousands of napkins as Derpy hurries to get her snacks out. She retrieves three cupcake-sized poppyseed muffins, two blueberry and two banana nut, and one with brown sugar and frosting. Before you know it, you’ve devoured two poppyseed and a blueberry, and Derpy has downed the rest, yet has only made a dent in the sugary one.

You sip the last of your cold milk and belch triumphantly. Derpy laughs her cute little laugh. She gulps down the last bite and tries herself, but only lets out a tiny burp. You tiredly giggle, she’s funny as hell, especially when really stoned.

You sit up, stomach full to bursting, and try to take a little hit. You manage a drag, but not much at all. You hold in the sweetly painful smoke as long as you can, which isn’t long at all. You let it out in one long relaxed exhale. The second-hand smoke floats out towards her face. Your eyes meet, sort of, and her brassy little irises try to focus on yours. She smiles, playfully biting her tongue. Derpy giggles a little and places her arms on either side of you, moving in closer and closer. She comes close to your face again, giggling from the inside out. She licks her teeth and lays one hand on your chest.

“I’m soo sleepy. . .” she groans. You notice Derpy’s half-lidded eyes are barely holding on. With her last waking effort, Derpy leans in and kisses your lips. The quick exchange of touch is very clumsy, yet nice. She closes her eyes and lays her head on your stomach, her soft and surprisingly large breasts press into your groin. You barely flex your leg and push your stiffening member up into it, waking her up some. She simply laughs and smiles a tiny bit, then sits up.

“Mmm,” she moans. “I guess we could take our shirts off, if that’s cool.” Her speech is slow and full of wanting.

“Sure,” you hoarsely whisper in response.

Derpy lifts the bottom of her little t-shirt up above her head, revealing her sizeable rack. What looked like respectable B cups in her light grey top are perfectly beauteous C’s. Her tight bra looks like it’s in pain keeping her glorious bust in.

Blondie helps you with your shirt. It comes off quickly, revealing your toned chest. Derpy immediately rushes down to meet your lips with hers again for another sloppy peck. Her big wet lips miss, mostly, making her chuckle inwardly at her mistake. She sort of mouths a “sorry”. You kiss her, this time. You take her nice butt in your hands again, making her exhale and moan softly.

Derpy’s fantastic rack presses into your chest heavily, mildly squashing her tits. She moves her hips some and moans as she kisses again. You squeeze her butt hard and lift it up with the aid of your knee in her hot groin. She inhales sharply, breaking the kiss.

“N-not yet,” Derpy says, obviously wanting it. “T-too, sleepy. Just, hmm, this.” She lifts herself up and turns around. Derpy sits her round little butt right in your lap and lays back, relaxing into your embrace. “Mmmm, this,” Derpy softly moans. You watch her close her eyes and snuggle up to get comfortable. You rest your hands on her bare stomach, cupping the womanly hill above her low-sitting belt. Derpy smiles as you kiss her cranium and breathe in the female essence. She grinds her ass into your groin, perhaps unknowingly, and gently moves one of your hands to her breast.

You feel your eyelids fall closed before you recognize that they’re closing. Your sleepy hand gently squeezes and plays with Derpy’s large left breast until you fall asleep.

Back when Cube. was rollin’ with Lorenzo in a benzo I was bangin’ with a crew-a instrumentals. Got the pens and pencils. Got down to business. But sometimes, the business end-a this shit can turn ya friends against you. But you was a real nigga, I could sense it in you. I still remember the window of the car that you went through, that’s FUCKED UP, but I’ll never forget the shit we been through, and I’ma do whatever it takes to convince you. “Cuz you my nigga, Doc, uh. Woah. Hey.”

“Sup, nigga?” Jake puts a little thing on your head, but your groggy eyes and his position behind you make it impossible to tell just what it is. You begin to blink away the wake-up amnesia. There’s this girl in your arms, a little sweaty and shirtless. Her blond hair is almost in your nose, and her nice rack is in your hands. Whatever you were doing, it must have been nice. There’s crumbs all over the coffee table, a bubbler, your bubbler, with most of a bowl, three empty take out boxes with bits of rice and some seaweed scraps.

You shake your head some, and the petite woman with an amazing pair begins to stir. “Nice nap, Dre?” Jake, your old friend and longtime customer asks. He plops down into the old, extremely comfy leather recliner, breaking the silence in the room. Derpy, you remember her name, jolts awake.

“Geddaohdaduhnose, diddydapony” she mumbles and turns in your arms. She lays sideways on top of you, treating you like a lumpy mattress. It’s all you can do not to laugh out loud.

You grin and hold a finger to your lips at Jake. A woman behind him stands, her crazy rainbow hair hanging around her shoulders. “How the fuck” nearly escapes your lips. Were it not for the dry mouth and napping babe on top of you, it might have slipped out.

“I told ya man,” Jake says quietly. “I told ya I was gonna come by and we were gonna drop a little acid. I got more than enough for four, but, she’s gonna have to pay her way.” He pauses, then says: “If she’s up for it, ya know.”

You idly rub her arm. It feels surprisingly toned, likely from manual labor. “I’ll ask. And I’ll spot her, no worries, man.”

“So you’re up for it?” the rainbow asks.

You just nod. “Hey, Jake, uh, who’s your lady?”

“Ah!” she scoffs, blushing slightly. “I’m not his ‘lady’,” she signifies with air quotes. “And my name’s Rainbow Dash, dickba-”

You interrupt her with voracious laughter that shakes Derpy awake. “D-di-did you say Rainbow Dash?” you manage to ask, almost teary-eyed. “That’s ridiculous! Your parents named you that?!”

Derpy begins to chuckle along, hardly awake at all. Rainbow Dash’s face goes from off-tan pink to full on furious crimson. “I CHOSE this name, fucker! I’ll kick your stoned ass, douchebag!”

“Woah woah,” you say. “Just calm down, alright, Dashie?” You manage to hold in the snicker, but not the smile. You really don’t want to grab the 1911 in your bag, especially in your own home.

She crosses her arms, but her nostrils flare at “Dashie”. Jake is doing absolutely nothing to stop her. “I just woke up, and there was this freakin’ gun that shot rainbows in my dream. When it hit these evil space cancer mutant niggas, they exploded into babies, and then the babies exploded. Yeah, smoking this shit before you go to bed makes for some fucking weird dreams. Your hair, ya know, just made me think I was still dreaming. You’re lucky I didn’t cap ya.”

Dash puts on a face of pure confusion, but not hostility. “What the shit?” she asks, likely not expecting an answer.

You simply shrug. “We gonna do some yellow sunshine or what? I was stoked to do some acid tonight.” The strangeness of most women’s names is normal, usually. Why Derpy didn’t set you off as hilarious, her name and eyes just struck you as strangely funny. Rainbow Dash, now that was a silly name.

“Some what?” Derpy asks, hiding her cleavage and rubbing her eye.

You hand her her shirt. “Acid! LSD, you know? It’s a hallucinogen, makes you see and hear stuff.” You find your shirt, shake off the muffin crumbs, then put it on. “Oh, and you guys, this is Derpy, Derpy, this is Jake and, uh, Rainbow Dash.” Rainbow Dash and Jake try their best not to laugh like you did at the silly name.

“Oh, hi!” she says with a cute little wave. “Great to meet you two.”

Jake leans forward, looking closely at a little blue box in his hands. “So,” he says, just audible over the silence. “Is everyone ready for this?” He pops open the tiny plastic box dramatically. The tiny click is somewhat underwhelming.

Rainbow touches his shoulder, standing close. You just tilt your head back once, then look to Derpy. She looks back with one eye. “I, I don’t know about this. I mean, weed’s pretty soft. Well, not that stuff, heh, but, I’ve never done acid. Does it hurt?”

Jake sort of chuckles. “No no, it’s perfectly fine. I suggest you start out with just one dose, though. And, by the way, it’s not really acid. Acid isn’t acidic, like acid, that’s just it’s name.” He motions to you. “Now Andre and I, we’re gonna do three. At least three.”

You remain silent, but toss him another nonchalant nod, then take the bubbler again.

“Fuck yeah, then, let’s do this.” Jake stands and hands his girlfriend two little sugarcubes, one for Derpy, then three in your free hand as you clear the chamber. The hyper-potent grass slaps your brain gently as you hold in the hit. You let it out into your flat palm: three regular, unassuming cubes of granular sugar sit like they own the place. You look closer and can nearly notice one with a slightly yellow tint to it..

“How long before it kicks in?” you ask, fully ready to pop all three at the same time.

“Pretty quick,” Jake says, making a move for the pipe.

You pull it back and hand it to Derpy. “I don’t care if you bring drugs, you ain’t fuckin’ up the rotation. Don’t be fuckin’ up the rotation, nigga.”

Derpy laughs quietly, smiling like she’s already stoned. Blondie then touches the flame to the bowl.

“Fine then,” Jake says. “I’ll get ash, not like I mind or anything.” You sit back into the couch and put your left arm up on the back of the couch behind Derpy’s long blond hair. She turns to you and blows her hit into your face. Her breath smells like spam and muffins and bud, not a great mix of aromas. You inhale her smoke anyway.

You just relax and enjoy the couch and the high, but Jake seems bored as Dashie sits with the pipe. He flips on the tv. A furious battle between chefs is taking place, but he quickly changes the station.

“Hey, go back! That looked like tempura.” Jake gives Derpy a stern-ish look, but she just smiles happily, half watching whatever’s on now and cutely staring at Jake. His facade crumbles quickly, and the cooking channel is back on.

“It is! Oh, so cool,” Derpy says, watching an overweight Japanese man flip fish in a wok. Two chefs are busy behind him, making a reality of whatever crazy plan he’s cooked up.

The high caliber grass makes its way back to you twice. The second time, however, it’s hardly more than dusty ash. You suck it through, getting a little puff of smoke. You sit back into the couch, letting another high head lay in your lap. You feel high as hell waiting for the trippy stuff to kick in. Acid is tricky like that. It can start to work in a few dozen minutes, or take up to two hours to even become noticeable. The kitchen battle is frantic and hilarious, but not off the wall crazy.

You almost feel hungry again when the judges chow down in a disgustingly dainty manner. If you were at the table with the red tablecloth, all five courses would be gone in seconds. The small portions are artfully crafted, but packed with unique flavor. The lack of smell-o-vision is harsh, too.

Derpy gasps a little when the final vote is tallied. The old, hairy Japanese dude’s crazy use of fish in his dishes manages to outscore the challenger by one point.

“Yay,” she quietly says. “I was hoping that guy would win.”

Dash says something that makes Jake and her bust out snickering. You look down at your new “date”. Both of her eyes meet yours. Derpy bites her lip and raises her eyebrows. You catch her meaning in three seconds. You give her a smirk and a little nod. “Second door on the left. See you there in five.”

Derpy just giggles once and hops up. She circles around the back of the couch, pauses to let the blood return to her brain, and continues on. “Ya know Jake,” you say during the commercial. “It hasn’t kicked in for me yet. How are you doin’?”

He just snaps his head to your words. His senile stare is completely and utterly impossible to read. His tense lips curl up in a slow, ever widening and ever insane smile. He cackles like a rabid hyena and stops as suddenly as he starts. “That food, the flesh of the ocean! I can hear it, I can hear it! The sizzling, the searing is its last scream before we devour his life energy!” He cracks up twice more, acknowledges the new advertisement, then goes back to his hilarious rambling. “Could you hear Davey cry out before the commissioner ate him dead?”

“The fuck are you on, man?” you ask. “Because I want some!” His hands, tensley gripping the arms of the relaxed chair, sink into the brown flesh. The recliner’s footrest, still down and locked, turns into a wicked and pleased smile, like it loves being sat in. The metal innards of the chair are still in your mind’s eye as you try to visualize what it normally looks like. The new visage that your eyes present you is more strange and wicked.

“Shit,” you manage to say. “It’s kicking in.” You just laugh and look at other things for fun. The suit on tv tightens its tie without human fingers. The price jumps up and down on invisible legs, and you can almost see through the screen into the inside of the tv. It looks just like an empty ice cream cone, but dark teal and glassy.

You pull yourself to your feet, the sensation of standing is so strange. Everything immediately fades to a new black. Not the shadows around a glowing box, but a true darkness over your vision. The oddly casted rays scatter gradually into your brain again, brighter at this angle. Jake laughs maniacally as you trek to your bedroom.

The postered door swings open quicker than you mean it to, opening to an undulating room with a bed, lots more posters, several blacklights and some calming music. Derpy is laying on your messy bed, topless. You shut the door behind you and simply stare at her round breasts. She lays back on her elbows and looks right at your face and feet simultaneously.

Without a word, you throw your shirt at the bed, missing. You begin to walk the short and cluttered way to your bed, carefully avoiding the shoes and dirty clothes and other crap nipping at your toes. The floor swells just like the deck of a ship on choppy seas, but navigating the short distance isn’t very hard at all. You hop onto the bed, making Derpy and her nice breasts bounce and giggle. You immediately prey on her right breast, squeezing and kissing it. Derpy moans and lets out a little chuckle. You lick her erect nipple and suck on it, hard. She inhales sharply and lifts her left leg reflexively.

The imaginary boat rocks your bodies together, making you fall onto her chest. Derpy lifts your face to hers and you share a slow kiss, feeling the bass and the bed move. It’s like riding on a yacht in a storm. The boat’s large and comfortable, perfectly safe, but still a bath toy on the ocean. You close your eyes and play with Blondie’s tongue, visualizing the yacht being splashed around by some drop dead gorgeous model in a hot tub.

She’s topless. Her wet, long black hair clings to her face and shoulders. She doesn’t fix it as she stands up, revealing all of her sexy body from the knees up. Her steaming skin drips as she sits on the corner of the tub, staring right at you as she spreads her legs. Her long fingers caress her perfect breasts, then pinch her nipples hard. She moans out, but the voice doesn’t seem to fit. She squeezes her tits, her wet fingers slip over her flesh easily. She cries out softly and opens her eyes. Her yellow-ish pupils gaze right at you, but begin to drift. Her smile turns less sexy and more cute. She grins wide, flashing her white teeth. The wet woman licks her full lips and slowly speaks. “Dre, want me to suck your cock?”

You open your eyes, finding Derpy’s cute little smirk. You sit up and let her put her hands on your belt. “I’m n-not sure,” she sort of mumbles. “But I think it’s starting to work.” You just stand tall on your knees and put a hand on her head. Derpy laughs quietly and finally undoes your belt. She pulls it through your belt loops and tosses it aside, then begins to play with the button of your shorts. Her thighs and pussy sound like a lot of fun to play with, but you decide to receive before giving.

Derpy yanks down your shorts and stares at the bulge in your boxers. She mouths a “wow” and strokes it through the thin fabric. She pulls on it, making a tiny precum stain at the tip. Blondie smiles wide and pulls the waistband down, revealing the length in all its glory. Derpy licks her lips and slowly strokes the fully erect shaft from the base to the tip. Her clumsy hands are suddenly sure, and they slowly massage your entire organ. Both hands caress the hard flesh, but not just the fingers. She squishes your member with her palms and massages up and down the shaft. She licks up a tiny bit of precum, looks up to you to show off, then lays her tongue down on your head. Her soft tongue wets the entire tip in one swirling motion.

Blondie uses a thumb to spread her saliva over much of your shaft, just enough for an inch or two of okay lubrication. She sticks the glans and then some into her hot mouth and sucks hard enough to pooch in her cheeks. She looks up and lets go with a smacking noise. Derpy smiles and strokes your pole down from the head, working her spit over the skin. She sticks her flat tongue to the base and licks up, making a serious sensation travel up your spine. Derpy takes your tool into her mouth again and bobs her head up and down about four inches, taking a lot of your cock. Her teeth touch a time or two, but she’s good about keeping her mouth wide and her lips sucked closed around your tool.

Carefully, Derpy takes more and more of your length in. Her moving head sucks you in almost all the way before she gags harshly and pulls out.

“Mgyuagh! S-sorry, I almost got it. I’m just, ugh, high and rusty.” After a small breather, she dives right back in. Derpy slowly takes you all the way in, popping your head into her throat. Her esophogus compresses the hot head of your penis hard. The wet pressure is agonizingly amazing, then gone as quickly as it came about. Derpy coughs and gags one more time, then dives right back in.

She doesn’t gag again. Derpy’s throat is glad to be your new fuck-hole. She gurgles and moans as she rocks her head back and forth, taking all of your slick tool before slipping out to the very tip. After a few dozen strokes with her loud throat, Derpy stops to jerk with her hand and catch her breath.

“Oh, not bad,” is pretty all you can think to say. You close your eyes and look up at hot tub girl. She’s blowing a long, thick ice cream bar, a dreamsicle. The orange cream drips down her chin as she fellates the frozen treat, then onto her big beautiful breasts. The brunette licks up some of the sticky juice running down the side, then shows off the sugary saliva in her mouth. She spits it into her hand and carefully applies the fluid to her pussy lips. She puts her feet on the sides of the tub and puts the ice cream in her mouth again. You can hear her slurping as she spreads her pussy lips, revealing a hot pink center with a slight orange glaze. Your dick throbs and your mouth waters.

“Ngyah, you ready, Dre?” the Brunette asks, holding the dirty dreamsicle in one hand and spreading her lips for you. You can almost feel the bubbling hot water up to your sack.

“Oh my fucking god, yes. I’m so ready. Let me taste that pussy.”

“Huh?” she asks. You blink and look down. Derpy’s eyes, both of them, meet yours.

“Oh, not quite yet. Getting there, though. Want me to eat you out now?” You can’t wait to see if Derpy’s carpet matches the drapes

She giggles and slowly strokes your wet cock. “I’m up for anything tonight, Dre.” She plays with one of her great breasts and jerks off your entire shaft.

“Ung, use two hands and let me blow on those tits, then.” You abandon any coolness for basal sexual communication

Blondie holds her mouth open and smushes your cock with both hands. The heel of her right palm massages your slick head the best. You can begin to feel the pleasure change already. She moves her entire upper body as she kneels on the bed. Derpy spits on her hand and goes about stroking a little more traditionally, aiming your head at her chest.

“Want me to finish you off, or do you wanna aim yourself?” she asks, like she’s been here before. The boat rocks again as the mystical brunette slips in and begins fingering herself underwater, licking up the melting cream like it’s her last meal. You feel so fucking close to exploding.

The divine bitch in the tub suddenly grabs the orange treat and squeezes, making white cream fill the spaces between her fingers, the melted stuff drips down her hands in off-white streaks. She licks those up off the back of her hand.. It’s all you can do to say “yes!” The brunette beyond the ceiling grips the popsicle stick and pulls all of the almost frozen cream off, making it fly and splatter all over her chin, neck, tits, all over. You look down and immediately cum. Derpy makes something between a yelp and a scream as the first rope of hot cum flies into the air. Your vision goes blurry, but you can still make out thick white lines and gobs landing all over Derpy’s nice skin. She jerks fast, making your entire orgasm amazing.

You slowly blink away the haze, revealing the carnage that is sex. Derpy sits back on her haunches, her tits and chin and neck and long hair are spattered or streaked with semen.

“Woah,” she says and giggles. A bit of jizz hangs on her left eyelash, making her look up with only one half-focussed eye.

You fall back, bouncing onto the bed. You reach behind your head and grab an old shirt. It’s an old wife beater you haven’t worn since, hell, you have no clue. There’s too many holes in it for it to be anything but a rag, anyway. You toss that up towards Derpy. “Here, clean up with that.”

You feel really sleepy, but also sort of sick. Maybe it’s just motion sickness. You sit up easily enough and watch Derpy wipe up the last drops of messy goo from her breasts. Tiny streaks are still in her hair, so you point those out. Soon enough, Derpy is nice and clean, more or less.

She tosses the rag aside and stands on one straight arm. She doesn’t say anything, she just sits there. You roll your head, cracking your neck, and rush forward.

Derpy laughs and shrieks as you squeeze her breasts and kiss her navel. You swiftly venture south, rocking with the waves and smelling her sex. It gets nearer as you let go of her tits and grab her hips. Her belly isn’t quite flat, but it’s so much more sexy with the little bulge. It makes her entire womanhood so much more easy to visualize. You sneak two fingers to her slit and keep your eyes on her midsection and lose yourself to the music and the swelling sensation.

“Oh! Oooooohhhhh.” Derpy’s back arches suddenly, then slowly relaxes as you massage her sensitive labia. You lightly yet quickly trace her outer lips, making her hips shake a tiny bit. You roll forward and slip a finger under her slick petals. A hot heat warms your newly wet finger. You move your tip around and explore, subconsciously making sure all her lady parts are accounted for. Her pink nub is there, and very sensitive. You push down on it and slip down to her entrance. You bend your middle finger and slide inside, drawing a little exasperated moan from Blondie. She inhales sharply as you push deep inside, her hot walls are tight on just one finger. You pull out and look at her pussy.

It’s nice and shaven, clean, too. Your finger stinks the good stink. Derpy looks down her nice chest at you, questioning with one almost-on-target eye. Her hair glitches to black, but only for a moment, and her face remains impatient. “What’s up, Andre? Why, why’d you stop?”

You smile up at her, loving the view between her nice, round and perky tits. “Na-da,” you tell her, annunciating too much on purpose. You press two fingers right on her pussy and just stroke the lips a few times, drinking in the sound and the sight. It’s amazing, the way her lips look so pristine.

The first two digits slip in between the lips to the hot pink below. You circle Blondie’s clitoris about two dozen times, rapidly stimulating the little button. Derpy’s little hips shake at the very end. Your fingers venture down below to her dripping entrance. You don’t hesitate at slipping them both in, relishing the pressure, the heat, the feel of her ribbed walls and the spongy little spot that makes her really moan.

Derpy lays back fully and touches her breast as you begin to thrust your two digits deep inside. Her moans get louder and louder over the bass from the little room stereo. You rock back and forth with the music, then lean forward and lick her clit once you’ve gotten the rhythm. That really sets her off. Blondie grips the sheets in her fists and stretches her legs. Her abdomen flexes, her back flexes, her arms and legs and all the rest of her tenses up. Derpy’s smiling mouth transforms into a deeply pleasured frown. Her moans build to little screams, then to sporadic shrieks.

You cirlce her little g-spot lightly and suck on her clitoris. You lift your head, pulling an intangible spring attached to the top of Derpy’s spine and her clit. She arches her back like crazy, pressing your fingers into her ultra sensitive spot. Her hips tense up, her biceps are fully strained pulling at the sheets. You feel Derpy’s breath catch spasmodically as her hips shake and her little cunt clenches just as randomly.

“I gotta, I gotta go! Oh, oh god oh god! Mmoh my gawd!!” Blondie quietly screams.

“Do it!” You manage to squeeze in your ring finger and use all three to thrust. You curl the tips in slightly and push against her g-spot. Derpy’s screams die in her throat as she gushes at last. You press on her clit and make her cum harder, compressing her spot from both sides. She convulses and mutters something like an apology, then leaks out some clear fluid. Her hips spasm once more just as her pink pussy propels some serious feminine ejaculate. Blondie cries out in beautiful agony as she squirts. Her pussy lets out some more fluid, completely fascinating you. For some reason, the disgusting and erotic sight, sound, smell and touch makes you harder than ever. Her tense little orgasmic moans soar above every other sound in the room, the rocking boat you’re under. You risk a glance up and see static.

Static, where the ceiling should be. You focus your eyes and think the words “last channel”. Magically, the static gives way to the brunette goddess in the hot tub again. Derpy’s sexy fluids on your fingers replicate and multiply, turning into gallons of hot, bubbly water. You look down, your arm is underwater to the elbow, your fingers still trapped in hot, slimy flesh. You move them, making a new voice moan. The black haired goddess of the skytub is whispering something, but her lips are moving too fast. She’s speaking too fast, you can’t understand anything. You try the word “play,” and she slows down.

“... so good, I hope your sheets are okay. Oh, oh god, Dre.” You look up from her glistening rack to her face. Her hair is blond and very messy, here eyes sort of half-lidded and not right. They’re yellow and bloodshot. Also, one’s very lazy. You look down, and the bed rocks, but it’s a bed, not the ethereal hot tub. Derpy whispers something and touches a hand to that wonderful bulge on her stomach.

Her upper body goes limp almost immediately, but her legs and hips shake slightly for a little longer. She hums a bit and sits up as you pull your fingers out.

“Oh, oh god,” Derpy mutters. “That was the best in a looooooong time.”

You blink and gauge the damage. Nothing too bad, but the foot of your bed is going to smell like pussy for a long time. You wick off all you can and let the lingering fluid be. “Damn, Derpy, not bad. You okay if I don’t clean up?”

Blondie falls back onto the bed, the bouncing bedsprings are like swells lifting the yacht. “W-whatever,” she mumbles.

You look out the porthole window and see nothing but stars. Stars and another square object. You can’t make it out, but it looks too familiar, like you just saw it. Maybe you saw it long ago, and the acid is just recalling it. It’s too damn familiar!

You look up and see the fantasmal hot tub, dizzyingly level with your vertical perception. It’s vacant, but there are some sopping footsteps leading to the left. You crane your neck, ignoring your raging erection for the moment, and follow as best you can. You “come forward” into the tub world. It’s not like stepping into the world, or pulling yourself up, but more just willing yourself there.

The air outside in the ceiling screen is chilly, especially against your spattered skin. You follow the footsteps away and recognize the square-ish object. It’s the cover to the hot tub. Lame mystery solved.

The trail leads up some wooden steps to a nice house, a mansion. You find a sliding glass door. Still completely nude, you step into the warm room. You take a look back and see the stairs leading to the hot tub, some dark scenery beyond and your bed. You look closer at the window back to your world. Derpy, naked and freshly fingerfucked, is sprawled out on the bed, happily dozing. You lay next to her, your arms and legs randomly strewn about like a doll tossed on the floor. Your cock is still rigid and, thankfully, not pinned in some painful way. Your real, or dream erection remains in full force as well.

Inside the building sits some very comfortable living arrangements. A sort of rustic decor contrasts with the modern comforts. A nice sectional, a well stocked bar, a pool table, floor to ceiling windows on one of the walls, and some stairs leading up or down.

Suddenly, your eyes catch some dainty feet fly up the stairs. You follow, running at first, but slowing down to a speed walk when it makes your erection flop around in a hilarious way. You can’t hold in a laugh as you hold it to your body and take the stairs two at a time.

You reach the top of the flight and peer around the corner, catching a woman’s eyes. Her magenta irises hold yours for a split second. She smiles, flashing her white teeth at you before turning and running up the stairs. Her amazingly long hair flows behind her in a phantom wind in a graceful wave of green, blue and pink. She leaves the door open at the top of the stairs.

You look back at your bed and see you and Derpy still comatose, or close to that.

The bedroom you find yourself in is beyond luxurious. The walls are all white, white as clouds. Marble columns hold up a dome ceiling. Seven smaller ones are around a circular bed.

The blue mattress has no blankets, but plenty of pillows. The woman with magenta eyes and just crazy hair lays on the bed, posing, showing off all of her womanly gifts. Human anatomy has never been so perfectly injected into one being. Maybe it has, but she’s exactly the woman you’ve desired in your deepest animalistic conscious. Her tits are full, but not too large. A perfect handful, each one. Her lips look full and soft, perfect for kissing or sucking a hard cock. Her face is pretty and flawless, no makeup except thick eyeliner. Her eyes are punctuated like an egyptian pharaoh, seducing you on their own. Her long flowing hair plays on a non-existent breeze, floating weightlessly. You follow the moving bands of sparkling pink and blue and light green to her hips. They are nice and wide, but not too much so. Just enough so that her nice round, tight ass flows perfectly with the curves. Her shapely thighs are slick, oiled for fun. You feel your cock twitch and your head go numb.

Intsinctively, you look back and check on the bedroom. Derpy has moved your body and rigid phallus onto its, or your, side. She’s helping herself to your embrace, but her chest, her rather nice chest is rising and falling in a slow pattern, her cute eyes closed.

“She’s asleep,” a stolid female voice states. You turn and meet the divine beauty’s eyes. “Derpy will be until we’re done.” She sits up and stands her weight on one hand, turning so that her chest is better splayed to you. “I’m almost surprised you came. You seemed so ready to just stroke at the sight of my maid. Well,” she lunges forward and stands on her hands and knees. “I’m here, and you’re going to learn just how fuck her. I’ll tell you what to do, and you’ll do it to me. Then, you’ll do it to her. Trust me,” she almost whispers. The woman rolls over playfully onto her back. Her hair still magically sails on intangible winds, blowing in from your right. “If you follow my instructions, she’ll be addicted. If she isn’t already. Heh, I saw the stuff you made her smoke.”

You step forward, back from your state of pure awe. “I didn’t make Blondie smoke anything. She just came over, wanted a single, and kept flirting and flirting. So I offered her the best an-”

“And she got ‘handsy’. I know.” The paragon of femininity stands up, exactly matching your height. “Come here and fuck me.”

You don’t hesitate. Her serious smile and penetrating eyes lock yours into place as you walk to her. You hold out your arms and you embrace each other, kissing passionately. Her thick lips are more than a pleasure to touch and suck on. You slip in your tongue almost immediately and feel hers. The “goddess” moans into your mouth, breaking her facade of omniscient separation from dominance and guidance. She’s loving this, loving your hands hugging her close, your erection pressing into her stomach. You lower her hand and grab her nice, full, round ass and get a little moan in response. The lady with the perfect body and the impossible hair lifts her leg and wraps it around you, leaning her full weight into you. Instinctively, you lift her up by her ass and hold her, letting her support herself with her arms clasped behind your neck and her legs wrapped around yours.

You fall onto the bed in seconds. You let go of her tongue and drop to her great big tits. Her nipple is puffy and sensitive to pinching. You play with them for only one minute before moving down to her wet slit. Her upper thighs are slick with fluid already. You touch two fingers to her labia and gently stroke, admiring the skin’s movements. You push into the hot pink below, finding that her heat is almost too much to bear. Your dick is in pain, not knowing her pleasures.

You lick off her sweet fluids from your fingers and pounce her. Your dickhead prods her hole, then begins to penetrate. You feel about to slide into the tight entrance when an unstoppable force lifts your entire body up and away. Your knees leave the bed and the woman with the flowing hair slowly recedes beneath you. You see your hands wrapped in a bright cyan aura.

“Not in that amature position,” she says, breathing hard. “Like this, lay back against these pillows.” She snaps her fingers, releasing you from whatever crazy magical field she held you in. You fall to the floor, which is thankfully not undulating on non-existent swells. With a wave of her hand, five plush pillows pile up into a proper fucking-throne. You climb back onto the bed and sit up into the place she’s made for you.

“Just do as I show you.” The angel of sex sits on her knees, her amazing ass and sexy back facing you. She spreads her legs wide and lifts her divine butt up for you to grab and guide. You position her pussy over your penis and pull her down. She sits up as your thick cock slowly pushes her entrance open. She lowers herself down, her ribbed walls are unbelievably hot and tight around more and more of your stick. She doesn’t even try to stifle her moaning. Before you know it, your entire erection is being squeezed by her oven. You push up further, feeling a subtle vibration as she moans at her cervix getting poked.

The goddess pushes up with her legs, letting almost off of your shaft slip out to the cruel air that cools the pussy fluids on it. She mercifully swallows your girth in her ribbed flesh, then slowly lifts again. The squeezing sensation is amazing. You just want to grab her wide hips or her slender waist and thrust into her.

You grab the nice tanned skin of her waist, but they’re trapped behind you in a flurry of luminescent magic. Your wrists are held to the pillow behind your head.

“It’s like this: if you speak, you cannot listen. If you blindly follow the first lustful ambition your mind hatches, you will never find new pleasures and ways to bring your partner better pleasures. You’ll get use of your hands back in a minute.” She looks forward and sits down hard on your hardness, compressing it in her tight sex.

She remains fully impaled and leans back into you. Your chin rests on her shoulder as she leans harder into you, moving her legs out to either side. The nameless beauty magically pulls your hands to the underside of her thighs and relaxes in your embrace.

“Look up,” she barely whispers. You do, and see a ceiling mirror in the place where a blue domed ceiling once was. The mirror is not quite flat, but concave, magnifying the image of the both of you fucking. The full-figured woman uses her legs and thrusts her hips up, pressing her hands into the soft pillows on either side of your hips. Her pussy feels tighter than before in this position. She pants hard each and every time she thrusts; it must feel just as good for her. She falls and lifts a little faster with your help. You squeeze her nice flesh and hump along, pulling out with her and pushing up inside her again. Her tight cunt feels so amazing, you just want to fuck it for hours.

Her nice legs shake as you begin to seriously pick up some speed. She moans arches her back some, sucking air as fast as she can. Suddenly, she cries out. “S-STOP!” You catch her as her nice ass falls into your lap. Her full weight and heaving chest fall into your embrace. You reach around and hold her big breasts for her, squeezing and pinching every so often. She looks left and rests her head on yours.

“One more,” she says through hard breaths. “Then you can finish.”

“Ahng, did you like that?” you ask.

She nods her head, rubbing her cheek into your hair. “That position allows your cock to rub against the spot with every thrust. And if I lift my hips like I did, and you arch your back a little, the head will really push into it.” She bends her elbow and rubs your head with her left hand. “MMmmmmm, oh, Dre, your cock feels so good inside me,” she softly says. “I came at least twice, but my legs are tired. I’m going to stand on my knees and you’ll pound me from behind.” She doesn't ask, just commands.

She begins to get up, but you hold her back, pulling her butt into your lap and her pussy back around your cock. It’s so tight, hot, her ribbed walls feel so good when they slip wetly around your organ.

“Wait,” you say to her. “What’s your name? You know mine, I guess. How do you know?”

She moans softly as you squeeze her full breasts again, grinding her hips around a little. “My name isn’t important. But if you must call me something, then my name is Celeste.” She climbs off and stands on her knees, shakily at best. She rests her butt on her heels, squishing her nice flesh.

You get up and stand on your knees behind her and reach around to grab her breasts again. You brush your wet erection along the small of Celeste's back and kiss her neck, letting her crazy hair fly around your head. It smells just like the scent of a fresh rain, mixed with some other flavor that makes you fucking horny.

She moans and bends over a little, lifting her great body into your slick cock. Her soft skin caresses the underside, inviting you in. You lick her neck up to her ear and bite her earlobe, making the divine guide giggle softly.

You slide one hand down her sexy back and inject your prick into her pink. Her tight, hot walls take some effort and some sweat to get into fully, but it’s fun work. You pull on Celeste's hips and push in, making her smile. Her long hair magically flows right in front of your face as you fuck her from behind. Her womanhood is so hot and wet, it sucks you in every time you pull out to thrust. Soon, the work is more of just pulling back and letting her ribbed flesh suck you back in

Celeste’s hips shake as you begin to pick up the pace, feeling your own pleasure begin to increase. She falls forward and supports herself on her hands and knees. Her tight pussy seems to relax a little in the new position. Celeste tries to stand up again, but is obviously tired. you grab her by the forearms and hump as hard as you can, making her scream. Her moans get higher and higher, and her hot pussy gets pounded faster. You feel your tip push against her cervix every time, her tight flesh squeezing your cock like it loves it.

You can’t hold on through the hard fucking and the tight walls around your cock. Celeste cries out in pleasure one last time as you let go. She stands up, making you hold her to you by her breasts. You thrust up into her and unload. You feel her quivering cunt milk your tool, making it shoot a hot load of fresh cum. You grunt and squeeze, feeling your sack tense up and your dick propel out another volley. You push out a few more globs before finally relaxing.

Your hands unclench the goddesses’ great tits, leaving white imprints where your hands were. The pale shapes on her breasts fill up with a crimson color, accurately showing off where your fingers compressed. You reach down, suddenly tired, and cup the little womanly bulge above her womanly V.

Celeste’s head falls a little, but bobs up, like she’s about to pass out. She reaches behind herself and pulls on your head and arms for support as she goes limp. Her useless body falls forward and pulls you down with her, making you both fall heavily onto the soft plush. You bounce off of her and your milky organ slips out. It’s not completely hard anymore. Thick seed dribbles out of Celeste’s pink and white slit, then some more flows out. Her hair flows on, and her chest slowly rises and falls. You slap her nice butt softly, not getting a reaction. You really smack it. Celeste stirs some, but only spreads her legs wider for comfort.

You look back and see Blondie, laying on her stomach just like Celeste. Her legs are spread sleepily, and there’s some milky seed flowing from her nice pussy. You see yourself, somehow, on the bed, your bed, looking up. He, you, give, or gives you a point and a wink. He lays on his back and Derpy rolls over into his, your, arms. Celeste rolls on her back, right into your embrace.

A look around the room reveals that it changed. The airy and elegant blue and white Greco-Roman style looks much like a stoner’s creative and lazy decor. The scent of the room changes from sweaty and somehow sterile to sweaty and musty. You can smell the familiar scent of weed and hardwood.

The ceiling you find yourself looking at is the same you normally look at before bed. One stained glass bulb casts saturated hues of blue, red, orange, yellow and purple in seemingly random blocks, coating posters and the bed in odd rectangles of colored light. In your arms is Blondie, nude and softly breathing. You hear a wave splash against the hull and lift the boat some. Derpy rolls over, laying her chest into yours.

You smile and hold her tight, stroking her sweaty back. Her hair smells a lot like rain on a warm spring afternoon. She sighs and rubs your chest with her hand, nuzzling your shoulder with her cheek. She moves in and kisses your neck, moving her thighs around on yours. You put one hand on her butt and feel it up some as Derpy puts her hand on your other shoulder. She half pulls herself up, half gets lifted up to your face. You stare at her eyes as she straddles you. They don’t quite meet, and they are half lidded with fatigued lust. You share a slow kiss and look back into her golden eyes.

“I’m ready for round two if you are, Antonio,” she says quietly through her smile.

“That’s the spirit!” Jake yells from behind the door, laughing loudly with his girlfriend in the hall. They bang on the door some and bungle back out towards the living room, making some loud and unsettling noises.Derpy hardly seems bothered. She only falls forward and giggles into the foot of the bed.

She lifts her head, smiling, and sighs. Her eyes meet yours, she looks really cute, but not quite sexy. “That part of the bed smells a lot like pussy juice,” she says.

You both share a laugh, slightly convulsing on each other. The little hill on her flat stomach shakes and massages your slick shaft, making it hard again. Blondie seems to notice, so rocks forward a little to caress it with her slit. She sits up and lets her wetness press into the sensitive underside of your stiffening rod. Derpy rocks her hips back and forth, stroking her sex with yours. She breathes deeply and lifts her hair in her hands, raising her elbows up and stretching her back. You watch her chest rise and shakily fall back down. Her slit oozes some more of your seed and a lot more of her natural lubricant.

“Dre,” she softly speaks, her voice tense with wanting. “Can I lay down? My legs are tired after that first position.” Blondie rotates her shoulder around some, rolling her weight on top of your tool.

“Sure,” you whisper back. Derpy smiles and lays her head at your feet, facing the same way as the bed. You roll over onto your stomach and find the glorified rag and mop up some of the spill as best you can, then lay the soiled thing under her still dripping slit.

“You’re not gonna get knocked up are you?” you ask her, ready to fuck again.

Blondie shakes her head, whipping her hair back and forth. “Nope, I’m on the pill. Oh! I’m clean, too, I got tested after my last girlfriend left.”

“Girlfriend? How wou-”

“Don’t worry about it. Are we jigglin’? Er. . .”

You put your hands on her knees and slightly spread them, stretching the muscles in her upper thighs. Blondie tosses her head back and softly moans out.

You move in between her spread legs and touch two fingers to Derpy’s sensitive clit. She inhales sharply as you concentrate, moving her nice lips around by circling her sensitive nub.You dip your fingers into her sticky entrance and pull some of the excess spunk onto the used wife beater.

Derpy opens her mouth for your two fingers and slurps up the mix you give her. She plays with the fluids in her mouth and hums questioningly at you. You just give her a nod. Blondie’s face screws into a cute little grimace, then she suddenly swallows with one noisy gulp. Derpy finishes with a loud “-Aaaahh!” Her brassy eyes meander as she wipes her chin and lips.

Her fucked pussy now clean, clean enough, you put your hard head to her hole. Derpy smiles wide as your cock begins to penetrate. The head slips into her hot walls again. Her soft vagina is tight, but willing for your girth. Blondie gasps as you penetrate deeper and deeper. Your cock slips in up to her cervix again, making her moans fill the floating room. You feel a swell pass under you, and you pull out as it fades away.

Derpy’s moans start up again as you push inside, stooping over her torso for leverage. You look down at her stomach and easily visualize her insides expanding for you. It’s almost like having x-ray vision, and its really hot. Your cock pulls back and pushes in again and again, making the soft bass the only sound audible, besides Derpy’s cute and sexy moans. You grab one of her bouncing breasts and squeeze as you fuck. You recognize the little red areas where your fingers clutched her soft globes.

You sit up some and use her thighs as fuck-handles. Derpy’s thick moans raise in pitch as you pick up the speed. You feel her nice pussy pulling at your tool that’s pumping away inside her. The soft, hot walls feel so amazing.

You look up to the ceiling and see the magic portal to the dream mansion again. You see the divine guide getting rammed in the same exact position Blondie’s in. Her nice rack bounces up and down, just like Derpy’s. The mystic portal is like watching a POV porno, but you can feel her hot slit sucking at your thrusting dick.

The entire world above shifts, bringing more of Celeste’s lower body into view. You watch her lips as they wrap around a thick shaft, the subtle veins thrusting in and out of her. The speed slows down some as you watch some to catch your breath, then stop when you do.

Confused, Derpy looks up with you. “D-dre? Why’d you stop?”

“No reason,” you reply. You look down at the same moment another wave lifts your section of the yacht. Derpy’s curious eyes almost look at you. “Just taking a quick breather.”

“That’s okay,” she replies, chipper as can be. “Hey, while we’re stopped, wanna change it up?”

“Positions, or-”

“Yeah!” Her seductive voice is as pleasant as it is sultry. “Pull out and lemme just, do it.” Her enchanting tone, as cute as it is, falls away when words fail her.

You pull out and let her move. Derpy puts one pillow under her head and another under her lower back. She pulls her knees up to her chest, exposing her nice slit. “Just, uh, kinda, you know, just go at it. Kinda, use my leg for support, and get up and fuck me!” Blondie’s desperate voice reflects her wet pussy lips.

You trace her labia with your fingers and stand up to fuck her. It’s kind of awkward, but completely worth it. Blondie’s tight cunt is even tighter this way. Her back is pretty bent, but she’s nice and flexible. Her ample frame seems durable enough, too.

Derpy moans praise as your cock penetrates again and again. You have to do all the work, but the slit is so tight around you, it feels like heaven. Derpy’s moans grow louder and louder, and you feel ready to release again. Your dick dips deeper into Derpy’s tight slit, fully engulfed in her hot, soft walls. They squeeze your shaft as you pull back and thrust again and again. The ribbed flesh shakes with her hips and her moan, making your climax more imminent.

“Aaaaaahhh fffuuuck! Ah, oh, oh, yeah! Yeah! YEAH! OH FUCK ME! FFFUCK!” Derpy pants harder and harder, turning you on so much more. You feel about to explode.

Instinctively, you pull out almost all the way and push in about halfway, then just go as fast as you can, just the first three inches of your shaft inside. Derpy cries out one more time, as loud as she can. You feel your entire core tense up, not caring about what your hips are supposed to do. You pull out and rub your shaft along Blondie’s nice slit.

Derpy cries are caught in her throat as she climaxes with you. Your brain ignites as you cum, shooting out long ropes of thick, hot semen. Your eyes look straight up as you keep exploding, letting Derpy’s convulsing and squirting pussy be your shooting rack. In the ceiling world, Celeste’s tongue gets coated with two long shots. Her face is randomly streaked with four long lines of cum, two draping down from her bangs to her thick lips.

Celeste’s eyes meet yours in a knowing gaze as your last drops dribble onto Blondie’s stomach.

You look down and see an identical scene, but meet two random pupils. Blondie’s hair is beyond messy. She smiles up at you, showing off the bits of cum on her tongue. Derpy lays down again, but you sit up next to her and watch her clean her face with a finger. She collects all the jizz and wipes it on the wife beater, but still holds some of your semen in her mouth, tasting. You take the filthy rag and wipe off your tired tool.

At last, Blondie gulps down your spunk with another loud “aaah”. She wipes her face with the rag one last time and tosses it away in disgust. “Ugh, that thing’s covered in DNA evidence.”

Derpy giggles and lays back, laughing more. You lay next to her, powerfully tired. Derpy rolls onto her side and touches your shoulder, still snickering.

You bite. “What’s so fahnny?”

“Tch-you. Your face is all purple now.” She touches it and looks at her fingers, then licks her tips. “You taste like purple.” Derpy’s glazed eyes look in opposite directions, just off from center as she stares at the ceiling. “Hey, hey, w-was that there before?”

You look up and see Celeste’s ceiling through the portal. The concave mirror magnifies the ceiling goddess, her crazy hair still flowing on crazy winds. She’s laying with one elbow tucked behind her head, just like Blondie.

“Woah,” Derpy whispers. “Do you see a guy laying on his side, just like you, but with, like, long white hair and a little goatee? His eyes are freaky too. Also, he’s got like, this really long dick. Actually, it, it looks just, like yours I think.” She does a double take, then another. “Yeah, it’s like, exactly the same!” You both exchange a glance. Derpy’s tired eyes betray her face’s confusion.

“Nah, I’m seeing a chick with this wild hair laying on her back just like you.”

“Weeeeird.” Derpy looks straight up and spreads her legs, then her pink lips with two fingers. “Is she doing it? Heheheheheh”

Without a doubt, Celeste is perfectly imitating Blondie. The ceiling goddess’s pretty pink is splayed for you, but seemingly just you. She blushes and looks away, and you wonder if she can see you.

“Hey, Blondie, er, Derpy. I’m going to try something. Just, just chill out for a bit, alright?”

She relaxes and traces the wrinkled sheets with her finger. “Sure, Antonio.”

You smile and shake your head a little, but let it be. You sit up and look to the ceiling. Celeste is staring back, moving a finger along her soft bed. The room lifts up some, making you almost queesy. You ride the swell and “come forward” into the mansion’s master bed.

You fall onto the plush blue fuck-mat hard, bouncing slightly as the soft cloud-like cushion catches you. You can’t resist a quick look back and see yourself on your bed with Blondie. The doorway that is always behind you shows you and her facing. You look forward into Celeste’s eyes and blushing face.

“You came back,” she whispers. “Your partner is aware of me?”

“Hold on, lady. I have a question about, uh, yeah I mentioned you. She’s seeing some old dickback who looks like me, but, hold on. Can you see us?”

She simply nods, sending ripples down her crazy hair.

“C-can you come through, too?”

She nearly speaks, but stays silent.

“You don’t know?”

Silence, she averts her eyes.

“Have you ever tried?”

“No. I’m not, sure, if it would work. When you go back, you leave nothing. I don’t know if I can return.”

You grab her arm and look over your shoulder and rush down to your bed. You land, bouncing and making Derpy bounce as well. Celeste is flung off the side, however, and lands face-first in the DNA evidence.

“What the FUCK?!” Derpy shouts. “Who is that, and wh-oah. What’s up with your hair?”

Celeste gets up, spitting the soiled cotton garment out of her mouth. “Eck! That’s completely soaked with DNA evidence!”

Derpy’s giggle evolves into a deep, satisfied laugh at Celeste’s familiar term. “So,” you say under Derpy’s rolling laughter. “Wha-haha, I think it worked. Come on, there’s plenty of bed, Celeste.”

Derpy rolls over, still clueless. “Who are you? How, I don’t even-”

Celeste looks at Blondie, they’re nearly identical from the shoulders down. “I don’t know either, Ditzy Doo. All I know, is that for tonight, you and I are linked. More than that, I have no clue.”

Derpy’s crazy, half-lidded eyes blink twice. “Huh. Hey, uh, crazy mane, you have, an amazing rack.”

“Andre,” Crazy Mane asks. “You said she could see someone with white hair?”

Derpy lays on her back, lightly touching herself and biting her tongue, looking straight up. She’s completely distracted by her trip. “Yeah, and his dick looks like mine, apparently.”

“Tell her to grab him and pull him through like you did me. I want to see if it’s who I think it is.” Her voice fades to a whisper and her face reddens. Celeste climbs on the large, comfy and homey bed between you and Blondie. Celeste lays back, crossing her arms under her breasts. “And I’m cold.”

“And sober,” Derpy mumbles. Her silly voice is familiar enough for you to know what she says, but the ceiling princess has no clue. You and Blondie share a laugh at Crazy Mane’s expense.

“Okay, Derpy!” You say, riding another swell in the yacht. “I need you to concentrate, alright? See that guy in the ceiling?”

“Uh huh.”

“Celeste, Crazy Mane, she wants you to bring him here. Just like I brought Celeste here.”

“But, how the hell do, I don’t even understand!”

“I don’t either!” You climb over Celeste’s nice body and touch Derpy’s nice body. “Just, think yourself there and go up into the world in the ceiling. When you get there, just grab his arm, look behind you, and come backwards.”

Derpy’s tired confusion turns to amused curiosity in her eyes. “Y-allright. I’ll give it a go.”

Blondie’s wild eyes focus up at the ceiling. You watch her reach both hands up and squint, pushing her tongue outside her concentrating frown. Her eyes flash wide in surprise, then she suddenly goes limp, falling into the bed.

Celeste rolls to her and hugs her body, maybe just for warmth alone. Their bodies are very similar, but just different enough.

Suddenly, a nude man appears in thin air, hits the side of the bed, and falls into a pile of dirty clothes and some empty beer cans.

“Ah!” He stands up, not hiding his dick in the slightest. “Sort of a rude way to say hello, don’t you think? Whatever happened to manner-well hello.”

The nude guy with the balding mullet and awhite goatee puts a knee on the bed and looks over Celeste. “How do you do?” Crazy Mane asks, rolling onto her side. You look at her round ass, but the new guy is still in your periphery. Derpy doesn’t turn away, however.

“I’m well, now that I’ve run into an old friend. In the best of circumstances, it seems. Do I smell something? Black, no white widow? Mowie Wowie? No, something, better. You, dude,” his fucking royal accent is pretty damn annoying. “What were you smoking?”

As most of this is likely some fucked up hallucination, you abandon secrets. “Deagle, my own strain. I have a joint, if you want to smoke. Me and Derpy will get the first puffs, though.”

“Naturally, my good man,” his nakedness says. “Oh, how rude of me! I drop in and ask for a smoke without even offering a name! Well, miss, Celestia, and Herr, my name is Q. It’s a true pleasure to share a bed with you all. In your case, princess, again.”

You roll your eyes and grab the fat joint you stashed and a lighter from the floor. It works, thankfully. You take a nice good inhale getting that good shit in your system, hold it, and pass the joint over Celeste, Celestia, Crazy Mane, who the fuck ever, to Derpy. She giggles and takes the thing as you exhale. You lay back and let the THC do it’s job; it doesn't take long at all.

“Fuck I really need to cut back on this shit.” you say, coughing out most of the hit, enjoying the waves under the yacht. The S.S. Godfucker. Yeah, you think to yourself. The S.S. Godfucker.

Derpy coughs and keeps in what she can and offers the joint to the empty air above her. You look past it and see an empty bed, blue and inviting. You want to take Blondie and Crazy Mane at the same time, but you feel too damn drained. Just Derpy would be a bit excessive for just one more romp.

Celeste gently grabs the burning cannabis by the base, but Q snatches it away by the cold tip. “Too slow!” He laughs a mischievously maniacal laugh and takes a long, hard drag. He holds in an impossible lungful as Derpy lets her hit out in your general direction. He sits up and fills his chest with some fresh air and passes it over Blondie and onto Crazy Mane. She takes and pulls on the smoke gingerly.

You take the half-joint from Celeste before she drops it. Her floodgates open, releasing two lungfuls of hard smoke in a harsh coughing fit. Derpy sits up and comforts her, but Q rushes forward to do so, smoothly letting out his enormous hit into Derpy’s face. Her face reddens and her eyes go closer to closed, her head meandering like her pupils

“Th-here there, Crazy Mane,” he whispers. “Come on back to my place and we’ll fix you, right up.” The way he finishes his sentences would make a supervillain cream his jeans. You just puff away and enjoy the shared trip.

As quickly as they appear, the duo vanishes. “What the fucking fuck,” you say, still confused.

Derpy is just as unsure about what’s going on. “I thinks its starting wear off, maybe.”

“What time is it?” you ask, laying back into your bed. You take another little puff and pass.

“10:00,” Blondie replies. She takes one slow drag, so you just watch her inhale for a few seconds.

You sit up and look over Derpy. She’s nude and sleepy, and damn ready for some cuddling. “Man, I wanna feel more uplifted,” you tell her. “Lets see what I gots in de stash. Hmmm,” you hum as you search your wake-and-bake supply. You find some good, fresh Mowie Wowie. “Here we are, just what I was jonesing for. Let me get my bon- shit.” Derpy rolls over and watches you, her half-lidded eyes meandering all over. You take the roach and put it out in the ashtray on the nightstand.

“My shelf is in the living room, Derpy.” You open the door, butt-ass naked, not giving a fuck if Jake and Dash see. They’re probably passed out, anyway.

You find Jake and Rainbow Dash spooning, nude, in an awkward way on the couch. On a whim, you slaps Dash’s fine buttocks to wake her up; it felt damn good to get a handful of it as well. She starts to wake up, but only pushes Jake off the couch. Dash rolls onto her back, showing off her amazing front while Jake finds a friend in the carpet. Rainbow’s nice pussy is shaved, and her small tits look really nice above her flat stomach. It’s tempting to play ghost and see how far you can get, but you leave her be.

The living room is chaos manifesto. Random chairs and papers are strewn all over. A little shrine to “Davey” sits in front of the TV, made of semi-frozen fish sticks, toothpicks, some pots, pans, ketchup, pickles, and some other random crap.

You step by it all and grab the three-footer behind a curtain and head back to bed.

Derpy sits up and rubs her eye as you close the door behind you. You hop on the bed and load a nice bowl of your favorite bud and take a nice hit, then top off the smoldering grass before you let out any smoke.

Blondie inhales as you exhale. The relaxation washes over in gentle waves, like the motion aboard the Godfucker. Your trip is definitely winding down, but some strange sensations and sights still occur. Derpy blows a moderate volume of smoke in front of you, then lays her head on your stomach to sleep. You pull the blanket up and around her as she curls up next to you.

You rest your head back on a pillow and look up. The white ceiling looks like it always does, until you think the words: “Last channel”. The ceiling turns into static, then clears up a little. Through the distortion, you can just make out two figures, one strong and the other feminine, in some position and just undulating, moving and flexing. The sight is disturbingly erotic, but not clear enough for you to be really aroused. The woman in the tangle of arms and torsos and legs has extremely long, tri colored hair that flows on an impossible breeze. Her head bobs back and forth, and squinting reveals that she’s fellating her partner.

Your viewing is interrupted by a special hand on your stiffening groin. Derpy giggles, then her head dissapears under the covers. You spread your legs some and pull the blanket to your chest, letting the woman get to work. Blondie sticks your hardening shaft in her mouth and lazily slurps along the length and head. You’re hard as steel in no time.

Derpy deftly jerks and sucks quickly, moaning and groaning and gagging lightly when she takes it all into her throat over and over again. She gags once, then pulls out and moves her hand up and down your length.

The blanket rises in a hilarious way that looks like a kid playing monster. Derpy lifts the hem of the blanket and flips it back behind her head, holding the rest around her crouching frame like a robe. Her little smile is hilarious, and the spittle on her chin makes her look even sexier.

Blondie bends over and lays her hot body on yours, lifting her tight butt up to not squish your erection. She smiles in your face as you take her nice ass in one hand, then your cock in the other. She goes cross-eyed and inhales sharply as your thick head penetrates her, inch by inch. Derpy lets her pussy swallow your entire tool again.

She moans softly as you push up into her tight twat. Her nice breasts push into your collarbone, your lips suck on her neck as you thrust slowly. You simply roll your hips faster and lift in time. Derpy sits up a little and moves along with you, moaning softly. You pick up the pace some, really wanting to fully enjoy Blondie’s tight body.

Derpy pushes on your shoulders with her hands and sits up, her elbows locked. Her large breasts bounce up and down with each and every rocking thrust. You can feel her cervix most times, just a slight, fleshy force as your entire shaft is perfectly swallowed.

Suddenly, Derpy’s moans cease and she slumps forward some. “An-t-tony, ah,” she pants some more and lifts her butt up, using her hand to pull your slick shaft out. Derpy flips over and sits in your lap, then sticks your hard cock into her again. She lays her back on yours and rests her head on yours, her lips gracing your forehead. You spread her legs wide, making her moan more as you stretch her groin muscles.

Derpy giggles as your dick pushes deep inside again. Her pussy is really tight, but not painful or offering too much resistance. If anything, it’s sucking you in more. You simply put your hands on her stomach and let her nice breasts bounce as you both rock. You arch your back just a little, changing the angle your rigid cock naturally wants to fuck Derpy’s tight pussy. You feel a little more pressure along the underside as you rhythmically thrust, making Derpy’s moans turn more and more pleasured and higher in pitch.

The song changes on the room’s stereo. This whole time, you’ve hardly listened, but this track is a really great one for humping. The bass fills the room, despite the quiet volume. You focus on that and Blondie’s C-cups, making them bounce to the song’s quick pace. You reach up and grab one from behind and squeeze. Derpy’s hot moans break into a tiny, pleasured shriek. Her chest convulses a little as she fights for air. She must be close already, and so are you.

Derpy arches her back and sits up some, quietly screaming. You pull her back to your chest with both hands on her rack, going back to fucking her as hard and fast as you can. Your left hand slips down her sweaty stomach to her penetrated slit. With all the motion, it’s hard to concentrate on the new task. Derpy’s little cum-button is tough to find, but your manage to locate it, then press into it.

Blondie obviously orgasms. Her tight, slimy walls nearly push your erection out by clamping down on it, but you keep nearly four inches in. You push up and pull down on her hips, squishing her ass into your lap and compressing her g-spot. You rub your cockhead into her tiny pleasure center, feeling ready to unload again. Derpy hums out shakily as she climaxes, her g-spot and her clit giving her dual stimulation.

Her sexy, pleasured voice is too much. You can’t hold on, the high makes it feel far beyond amazing. Your brain bubbles some as thick, bubbly cum spurts into Derpy’s extremely fine pussy. Even though it’s your fourth load, it hits just as hard as the first. Filling Celeste’s cunt is as soft and willing as Derpy’s.

Derpy lifts her hips lazily and flops onto her front next to you, her legs tangled in the blanket. You just lay back, your pole freezing as your mixed juices cools the skin. You flip over and manage to grab the soiled rag again. Using the last of your waking strength, you wipe up the fluids and stick the cotton under Derpy’s well-fucked womanhood.

Your tired eyelids meet as the song’s last little acoustic guitar string is plucked. You roll over, your consciousness slipping away by the second. Your hand finds a tight, warm butt and stays while your face nuzzles into her hair.