Three Stoner Chix - Blue Dream

She dug through her purse again until she found her nail file and used it to separate the pile into four rails, each about the size of her little finger. Using the same rolled up twenty-dollar bill she'd used all night, she calmly snorted two of the lines with her left nostril, closed her eyes to enjoy the rush, and then switched nostrils to snort the other two lines. Fuck yeah. That is good fucking cocaine. This shit never rejects or wishes it was with someone else. Never calls you stupid because you have trouble reading, or a whore because her pervy boyfriend is more interested in you than her. Never throws you out of the house. My one love. Loyal and true.

She tossed the empty plastic bag into the trash compactor and turned, then let out a little gasp when she saw that someone was standing in the dining room doorway, looking right at her. For one horrible moment she thought it was Alyson's mother, but then she realized it was Carrie, one of the law firm's associates.

"Oh shit. How long have you been lurking there?"

Carrie slinked toward her like a cat, a mirthless smile on her narrow Thai-American lips. Carrie was a tiny woman, even shorter and skinnier than Amy, but there was something incredibly intimidating about her nonetheless. Perhaps it was the severe way she always dressed, or her utterly unflappable attitude. Or maybe it was her heavily hooded and steeply slanted eyes, which gave her an aura of weirdly inscrutable menace. "You shouldn't be doing that here, Amy. In fact, you shouldn't be doing it at all."

"What are you? My conscience?" Amy wasn't afraid of Carrie. Sure, she worked for her mother the same as Alyson's, but it wasn't as if her mother gave a shit about what she did anymore. But then it dawned on Amy that if Carrie told Alyson's mother, she might forbid Alyson from seeing her. Shit. "Okay, Carrie. What do you want?"

Carrie laughed a mirthless laugh. "Oh, don't worry, Amy. I won't tell Morgana. She doesn't need that kind of aggravation right now. Besides, you're Alyson's oldest friend. It would break her heart to lose you. But you could do me one little favor."

Okay, here it comes. "What?"

"Please don't give Alyson any of that shit."

Amy was surprised. She was certain that Carrie was going to extort her in some way. But all she wanted was to protect Alyson. Maybe there's a heart in there after all. "I don't. I haven't. She's as pure as the driven snow. Really."

"Just be sure she stays that way. Well, run along, Amy, before Morgana catches you staggering about. Considering all the racket you two made stumbling up the stairs, it's a wonder that Morgana didn't hear you back in her office. If she had, this little comedy might have had an entirely different ending."

Amy stared at Carrie for a second, then quietly let herself out. Once out of the house and walking down the long driveway onto Shipwatch Drive, she pulled out her Blackberry and called up the speed dial so she could press two for Dana Lee. She held the phone to her ear as she walked and waited for Dana Lee to pick up, but instead it went straight to voicemail. Shit! Where is she? Then she dialed her home phone number, hoping that Dana Lee might still be there, but it rang and rang and rang. Crap! She must have gone home already. Shit! I need a ride. She scrolled down her speed dial and giggled. Can't call Alyson. Then she pressed four for Katie. She'd bailed that little Mexican hottie out of a jam or two. But the phone rang and rang and rang. Fuck! She sighed as she dropped the Blackberry back into her purse. Guess I'm walking.

What a night. What a motherfucker of a night. Can't believe Rashawne was fucking that bitch right there in the staff bathroom. How fucking arrogant. She can't even wait and take him to her house. She's got like three kids, but I doubt she cares. Bitch is at least 35. Tits are big, I'll give her that, but they're all saggy and shit. Not nice and firm the way Alyson's are. Now those are some nice tits. Not quite as big as Ericka's, but she's got no sag at all. I love her little pink nipples too. Damn, they were fun to suck on. Shit! I fucked up there. Damn, I wanted to cum so bad. I was so fucking close. So fucking close. Damn, Alyson can eat some pussy too. Still think she's lying. That bitch has eaten pussy before. No way she could eat pussy like that if she's never done it. No fucking way at all. Either that or she was Sappho of Lesbos in a former life. Amy giggled, and stopped briefly to light a cigarette, then continued walking and smoking.

Amy scuttled past the entrance to her mother's house, afraid of being seen. If Shipwatch Drive weren't a dead end, she would have gone some other way. She didn't consider, even for a moment, going in to ask for help. Not that the bitch cares if I live or die anyway.

It was a long walk just to get out of Queens Harbor Yacht and Country Club, but she was looking forward to picking up a city bus at Atlantic boulevard. But when she got there, she remembered tossing her last few dollars into the bartender's tip jar. "Fuck me." Three more miles to go. Damn.

As she was nearing Mayport Road, she saw the Wynn-Dixie ahead and couldn't help but think about Rashawne again. Fucking Rashawne. Why'd he even call me yesterday? All would have been fine, well not fine as long as Ericka hates me, if I just hadn't been so hyped up about him calling me and asking me to hang with him today. Fuck! He wants to fuck that old bitch, let him fuck her. I bet she's 40. All loose inside just like her tits are saggy. Probably had to fuck her in the ass just to feel any friction. Fuck him. He wants to fuck some old 45-year-old cunt when he could have this tight little 18-year-old body with a solid gold pussy, then fuck him. Let him fuck her.

Amy fished her ear-buds out of her purse and cranked the music on her iPod as loud as possible to drown out her maddening thoughts. Four point seven miles, 93 minutes, and eight cigarettes later; Amy finally arrived at Mallard Cove apartment complex. Damn. Thank god. I'm finally fucking home. All I want to do is lay in bed and sleep until I have no shame left. She stopped at the bottom step to her apartment and sighed one last time. Fuck. I got to tell Daddy that when a three bedroom opens up for us to move into, we need to live downstairs. No. Can't do that. I like having the balcony. I can sit out there and smoke on a cool night. And I can keep an eye on my car. Shit. My fucking car. Why'd that bitch have to fuck up my car?

Tired as she was, Amy put her thoughts aside and climbed the steps to the apartment. She knew Dana Lee wouldn't have been able to lock it when she left, so she didn't bother fishing her key out of her purse. She opened the door. It looked like a tornado had hit the place. Two empty pizza cartons, Corona bottles everywhere, an ashtray upturned on the carpet, the potted plant knocked over, and every light in the house still blazing away, except one lamp that was lying shattered on the floor next to the couch, which now had one broken leg. Fuck... they broke my fucking bed. Great. Just fucking great.

She moaned, wearily, "Damn it, Dana Lee." It was too big a mess and she was way too tired to bother with it. I'm gonna make that silly bitch come back here and clean it up tomorrow. And she's paying for that lamp and couch, goddamn it.

She turned off the lights and the blaring TV and dragged her tired ass down the hallway to the bathroom. She really needed to pee. Then she noticed her dad's room was ajar, light streaming through the crack. Oh, fuck... he's not back early, is he? She took the ear-buds from her ears right as she was pushing his door open.

The sound of Dana Lee's orgasmic whimpers assaulted her ears. Dana Lee was on her hands and knees, naked, on Dad's bed, and Tanner was standing on the floor in front of her, one leg up on the bed, holding fistfuls of her long blonde hair in his hands, while he thrust his big, naked cock in and out of her whimpering mouth.

Amy was too stunned to move. Dana Lee had broken the one and only rule of the house: stay out of her Dad's room. It was his man cave. Dammit, Dana Lee. You stupid bitch. But Amy was just too tired to feel mad. And she couldn't help but notice that Tanner had a fucking beautiful body. A bit pale for her tastes. Him and every other white boy in the school. But, he was well muscled, and he had a fine ass, and a gorgeous cock.

Amy opened the door the rest of the way, intending to step in and send them packing. But, then she saw the second guy, fucking Dana Lee from behind. He was on his knees, thrusting himself in and out of Dana Lee's pussy with powerful thrusts.

What the...? Is that... Jimmy Snyder? What the fuck is Jimmy Snyder doing here? Why the fuck is Dana Lee letting a loser like Jimmy Snyder fuck her? But then she saw how far he was pulling back before thrusting back in. Fuck. Look at the size of him! I guess that answers my question.

Amy was angry and exhausted, but she was too fascinated to look away. Dana Lee's beautiful, slender, muscular body was quivering in a prolonged orgasm. She was moaning, almost screaming, around Tanner's cock. And Jimmy Snyder was impressive. He was not that attractive, and he was definitely a bit chunky, but there was no denying the fact that he had a porn-star cock, and he knew how to use it.

Jimmy was trying like crazy to stave off his third orgasm of the night. Dana Lee had been afraid of breaking another leg on the couch so she set out in search of Amy's brother's bedroom. But it was a pig-sty, so she pulled Tanner and Jimmy into the master bedroom. It was a big bed, so they had plenty of room to operate as he fucked her in a dozen different positions, giving her orgasm after orgasm, switching off with Tanner from time to time, whenever Tanner could get it up. Jimmy eventually came a second time, blasting his semen on Dana Lee's face, which Tanner eagerly licked off of her, freak that he was.

Of course, he was probably going to lose his job over this. There were still three undelivered pizza's in his car. But what the fuck did that matter? Dana Lee Pruitt's pussy was worth ten crappy jobs.

Jimmy was fighting down the urge to cum, when he saw Tanner suddenly looking to the side. He followed his gaze and saw a girl with short blonde hair in the doorway. Oh fuck! Amy Gleason! That's Amy Gleason, the cheerleader! The one that can do like 14 or 15 continuous back flips down the whole length of the sideline. What the fuck is she doing here?

"Oh fuck, oh fuck..." He couldn't hold back any longer. He shot two squirts of cum in Dana Lee's pussy, then pulled out, sending five more ropy jets of cum splashing across her backside. Amy Gleason's watching me cum! He grabbed his dick and stroked it, showing off for the beautiful blonde, coaxing three more powerful jets out of his cock, one of which was powerful enough to splork against Tanner's belly.

Tanner felt Jimmy's hot cum hitting him, and that was enough to push him over the edge. Moments later he was filling Dana Lee's mouth full of cum. She was moaning, so most of it poured out of her full lips and oozed down the side of the bed and onto the carpet.

When Tanner's softening cock finally fell from Dana Lee's mouth, she let out a satisfied moan and collapsed onto her side, curled up into a quivering ball of happiness. Nothing existed in the entire world except the waves of pleasure rippling through her pussy and abdomen. She was finally satisfied, and she fell almost instantly asleep.

Amy had never witnessed anything so pornographic before. If Amy hadn't been dead tired she probably would have applauded when Jimmy launched his cum across Dana Lee's back, or maybe even joined in. But she just sighed wearily, and said, "Just clean up before you leave, guys. That's all I ask."

Tanner and Jimmy nodded, and Amy closed the door.

She lurched across the hall to her brother's room, and saw the pile of stinky, unwashed clothes he'd left piled on top of it. She sighed and kicked the stench pile onto the floor, then she crawled under his covers. She set his alarm clock for 8:30 am, so she could go to the gym in the morning, and tried to go to sleep. But Tanner and Jimmy were talking now. Their words too low to understand, but too loud to ignore. Eventually she managed to drift off, but in what seemed like moments, she was jolted awake by throaty grunts and squeaking bedsprings.

What the fuck? Are they at it again?

Amy was dead tired but she needed to pee, so she stumbled to her feet and dragged herself into the hall and shuffled past her Dad's door on the way to the toilet. The boys were grunting louder than ever, but oddly, she didn't hear Dana Lee's voice this time. Once she finished peeing, she stopped in front of her Dad's door again. Why the fuck is Dana Lee being so quiet? She quietly opened the door and peered in.

Dana Lee was still asleep in bed, her arm hanging sideways off the edge as she drooled, absolutely dead to the world. Tanner was bent facedown over the bed, crosswise with her, with his head turned sideways on the small of her back, and his face twisted into and ugly, ecstatic grimace. His entire body was rhythmically rocking forward and back. Amy opened the door a little further, already knowing what she was going to see. Sure enough, Jimmy was standing behind Tanner, cramming his monster cock up the boy's beautiful asshole.

Amy shook her head and quietly closed the door. Dammit, Dana Lee. You sure do know how to pick 'em.

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TO BE CONTINUED!!!

Up next: Amy's workout with Rashawne gets very nasty, and Dana Lee gets to know Amy's father verrrrry well!