1 comments/ 33308 views/ 14 favorites Three Stoner Chix - Blue Velvet By: CHICA_and_the_MAN This is the third AND FINAL part of the Summer Sweethearts series of the Stoner Chix. This story began its life as "It was the Beginning of Summer" on Laurie's page, but this is an expanded and improved edition with new characters and sex scenes. Enjoy! Three Stoner Chix - Blue Velvet When Dana Lee said, "Well, hello there Andy", he paused for a long moment, then said, "Howdy, Dana Lee." She shifted, opening herself to him, so he could now see her stunningly naked body, which was dripping with suds. She put one hand playfully on her bony hip, and said, "Welcome home. I guess you probably could use a bath, same as your Dad. Here, let me help you out of those clothes." Then she stepped out of the tub, giving him a stunning flash of her tight little pussy lips, and walked toward him across the wet tiles. It was utterly surreal. He looked at the old man, and saw that tense expression he'd grown used to. The expression of impending disappointment. He expected Andy to turn and run, like he always did. But strangely, Andy didn't feel like turning. And he didn't feel like running. A peal of thunder rolled across the sky outside, and rain began to fall on the roof. But Andy barely noticed. He just calmly stood there as Dana Lee took a hold of his shirt and stripped it up off his torso. Andy wasn't scared at all, and he knew why. This wasn't some hot chick. This was Dana Lee. This was that silly girl who liked to poke fun at him by calling him 'The Mute'. Who played Guitar Hero with him. Who tossed peas at him over dinner. She'd been hanging out two or three times a week since Amy had moved in two months ago, and now she was sort of his buddy, and in spite of the fact that she was obviously cute and sexy, he'd never really thought of her that way, so now, he just looked at her calmly as she stood in front of him, naked from head to toe, running her hands lustfully all over his muscular chest. He wasn't afraid. He wasn't petrified. His mind was calm, and he realized that if Dana Lee wanted him to fuck her, he'd be more than happy to oblige. After all, what are buddies for? He was so calm and confident that he kicked off his tennis shoes and unbuckled his belt without her even having to ask him to. She gave him a sweet, brief kiss on the lips, then pulled his pants down, and kneeled at his feet. He looked down with mystified wonder, amazed at how calm and clear his mind was right now, even as she yanked his boxers to the floor. Now his cock was hanging half-mast in front of her lovely, goofy face, but he didn't want to run screaming from the room. He just wanted her to suck it. Then, almost as if she were reading his mind, she ducked her head down, opened her mouth, took his cock into her lush, lovely lips, and began to suck. Now his heart began to thunder in his chest, but it wasn't fear. It was lust. Surging, irrepressible lust. His cock flooded with blood, and grew in Dana Lee's mouth, so quickly that she looked up at him with surprise, her brilliant blue eyes flashing merrily. He calmly thought, well, here I am, getting the first blowjob of my life, from a beautiful high school girl, and it feels amazing. And I feel fucking fantastic. Damn. So this is what Dad must feel like all the time. Andy looked up to see Dad smiling at him from ear to ear. His face was glowing with pride and joy, just as if Andy had hit a home run in the seventh game of the World Series. Andy smiled, then he looked down again at the marvelous sight of Dana Lee working his cock bit by bit into the back of her long, elegant throat. Andy moaned and put both of his hands gently on the top of her lovely, sudsy head, almost as if to assure himself that this was actually happening. It was. It really was. Dana Lee was in hog's heaven, gobbling the fourth meaty cock of her life. She'd never really thought about Andy sexually before. He was so shy and quiet when she first met him, and later, after he warmed up, she'd put him into the friend-zone in her mind. But that was before she discovered her love of cock. She started to think about all the shy, goofy boys she wanted to blow, as she ran her hands around Andy's thighs and squeezed his hard, muscular ass. She felt her pussy clenching with desire. Good goddamn, he has a hot bod. Arlen was almost getting choked up at the sight. Look at that. My boy ain't a fag after all. Thank you fucking Jesus. Then he saw Dana Lee shifting position, coming up to her knees, with her ass aimed toward him and her legs wide apart. She arched her back and her pussy lips opened with a wet pop. He instantly knew what she wanted him to do, so he stepped out of the tub and kneeled between her long, beautiful legs, and positioned the head of his cock between her puffy pink pussy lips. He didn't bother asking if he could fuck her without a condom. He'd pretty much stopped worrying about that sort of thing years ago after having his vasectomy. He held her silken hips with both hands and slowly eased himself into her tight teen pussy, making her moan around Andy's cock. Arlen looked up at his son and grinned. "This is fucking awesome, ain't it, sonny boy?" Andy was gasping hard because Dana Lee had just started massaging his balls as she deep throated him. He moaned, "It s...sure is, Dad." Then he groaned as a surge of cum rocketed up his shaft. The moment he started cumming, Dana Lee pulled back and milked his cock right into her face, with her big tongue sticking out of her full, lush lips. Andy was amazed at the sight of his cum surging against her pink taste buds, some if it going down her throat, some of it spilling to the floor. It was all he could do to keep from fainting for joy. Arlen picked up the pace at the sight of of his son plastering Dana Lee's exquisite face. His balls were slapping hard and fast against her pussy and though his knees were killing him from being on the cold, hard floor, he didn't care. He was fucking a beautiful teenager. Nothing was gonna get in the way of that. Andy looked down breathing hard, as Dana Lee licked his cock clean of cum. Then she greedily fingered the cum on her cheeks nose and chin into her mouth, her lips and tongue swirling with white as if she were tasting a fine wine. "God fucking damn it, Andy, you taste delish." Then she bent forward and began to greedily lick and suck his cum off the tile floor. A shiver went up Andy's spine. He started stroking his softening cock, bringing it quickly back to full hardness. After Dana Lee finished licking up his cum, she came back up and noticed that he was hard again. "Oh goody," she giggled, then opened her lips wide, greedy for more. This time he crammed himself into her mouth, and began to fuck her face as he held her head firmly between both hands, astounded at the feel of his cock sliding between her teeth, and across the top of her tongue, and into the back of her throat. Almost as if the universe was reacting to the torrid scene, the rainfall on the roof picked up in intensity, and several more peals of thunder shook the window frames. All the while, Arlen was staring down at the sight of his cock sliding in and out of Dana Lee's sweet young pussy, stretching the thin layer of flesh between it and her adorable asshole every time he pulled out. He grunted, "Oh fuck, girl. Your pussy is so fucking tight." She giggled. You think that's tight, old man, get a load of this. Then she clenched her vaginal muscles, which she'd built up from years of dedicated Gymnastics, and gripped Mr. Gleason's cock so tightly that he moaned in surprise. "Holy shit, girl. You're like a vice. Holy shit! HOLY SHIT!!!!" The sensation was so intense that Arlen felt load of cum absolutely thundering out of his balls. He started cumming so hard that he lost his balance and began to tip forward. But then he felt Andy's hand gripping his, steadying him. He looked up and smiled, and wailed away at that sweet girl's pussy, holding his son's strong hand for support, until he exploded inside her. "Oh SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT FUUUUCKING HELLLLLLLL FIRE!!!!" Dana Lee felt Mr. Gleason's body go stiff as he filled her pussy with cum. But she was right on the verge of her own orgasm, so she pulled off Andy's cock and began to thrust herself backward onto Mr. Gleason's cock with desperate power. "Don't stop now, you Harley riding mother fucker!! I'm so close! I'm so fucking close! Don't stop! Don't stop! Oh shit! Oh god! Oh shit! Yessssssssss!!!!" She could feel his cum surging out of her pussy as she pounded herself on his spasming cock. Then her pussy exploded with a radiating bloom of pleasure that quickly filled her entire body, making her thigh muscles jump and quiver with uncontrollable tremors. She held onto Andy's hard thighs with a death grip, leaning her moaning face against his hard cock for several incredible seconds before collapsing to the floor, panting and shaking as a torrent of pure joy ripped through her pussy. Arlen was thrilled by the intensity of Dana Lee's orgasm. He watched her gyrations for a minute, then flipped her over onto her back and lifted her narrow ass up with both hands. He leaned down onto his elbows and began to eat her out, greedily gobbling his own cum, slurping and tonguing her, enjoying the cocktail of their combined juices. He could feel her pussy clenching open and closed around his tongue, and for a moment he wondered if she was going to squirt. He loved squirters. But she never did. It didn't matter. Her creamy frosting was as delicious as any birthday cake. Dana Lee took as much of this exquisite torture as she could stand, then she pushed Mr. Gleason's graying head away and rolled to her side, panting and shaking for what seemed like an hour before she finally came back to her senses. Meanwhile, she listened to the pitter-pat of the rain on the roof, as it grew softer and softer. She giggled, imagining that the sky itself was coming down from the orgasm with her. When Dana Lee sat up again, smiling with contentment, father and son were sitting on the cold tile floor next to her, looking at her with satisfied grins on their faces. She laughed, "Well, I guess we better rinse off." She turned to Andy, saying "I wanna be dry when I fuck you." Three Stoner Chix - Blue Velvet Creeping down the stairs, Carrie peered cautiously into the tennis court. There was no sign of Alyson. Where is that ginger devil hiding? She considered phoning Morgana, but decided to wait. No need to alarm her in the middle of her meeting. She'd seen Alyson coming down the stairs, so if she wasn't in the court, she had to be in the locker room, perhaps using the bathroom. Carrie crept quietly, peering through the windows before stepping inside. The small room was empty, and the bathroom door was open so she could see it was unoccupied. But the door to the sauna was closed. That's odd. I wonder if... Carrie quietly walked toward the sauna door, intending to look into the window, but at just under five feet in high heels, she was too short. There were faint sounds coming from inside, so she found an empty tennis ball bucket, and upended it in front of the door, stepped up and peered in through the window. Oh, my. Alyson was spread eagled on the bench, one hand holding a cell phone, the other between her legs, masturbating her furry red pussy as if she was trying to start a fire down there. Carrie wasn't sure what to think, or what to feel. She'd grown fond of Alyson over the last four years, and felt protective of her, to the extent of hiding things about her that might upset Morgana. Carrie couldn't quite see what Alyson was looking at on that cell phone, but she could make a guess. Dana Lee. It had been obvious to her the first moment she saw the two girls together that Alyson was madly in love with her best friend. She did an excellent job of covering her feelings with that beauty queen smile, but Carrie had a keen eye for such things, having lesbian leanings of her own. But that didn't mean Carrie had lustful feelings for Alyson. She was just a kid after all, or at least she had been when they first met. But Alyson wasn't 15 anymore. The sight of Alyson's open, dripping wet pussy sent a shiver down Carrie's spine. She licked her narrow lips and leaned close to the glass to get a better look. Alyson's shapely, sexy body was coated with a sheen of sweat from the muggy heat inside the sauna. Her pale, freckly skin was glistening in the harsh yellow light from above. And as she swirled her hand around and around her clit, her firm, full C cups bounced and wriggled on her chest, their nipples standing proud inside the striped blue cloth. Then Alyson took her hand off her clit, and put her fingers in her mouth to taste herself. Carrie moaned. Oh my. How I'd love to taste what you're tasting right now, Alyson Ferrie. Carrie reached down to her low skirt and lifted the hem, and began to rub herself through her panty hose, and the panties underneath. Then she lifted one leg, and braced her foot against the doorframe, her other foot still precariously balancing on top of the tennis ball bucket, and she began to rub her pussy in earnest. Once Alyson licked her fingers clean, she suddenly pulled the triangles of her bikini top to the side, releasing those glorious, freckly breasts to Carrie's hungry eyes. A few tendrils of long red hair were snaking down into Alyson's cleavage and dancing about her small, pink areolae. Her nipples were small, considering the size of her breasts. Like two pink pencil erasers, which Carrie longed to suck. Alyson began fondling her breasts, a sight that sent ripples of pleasure rolling through Carrie's cunt. Then Alyson picked up her silver baton with the same hand her Cell phone was holding. She wrapped a few fingers around it, never letting go of the phone, and held the shaft against her pussy. Then she began to gyrate her pelvis against the white rubber knob on the end. Your Mother's right. You are a clever girl. This allowed her to stimulate her pussy, while having a hand free to fondle her own breasts, while being able to hold the image on the cell phone as close to her sweaty, moaning face as possible. Carrie was desperate to fuck herself, so she grabbed the crotch of her panty hose and shredded them open, then yanked the crotch of her soaked panties aside and sunk her two middle fingers all the way into her cleanly shaven snatch. She braced her foot harder against the wall, and scrunched her crotch forward so she could more easily reach her G-spot. All the while, her eyes were riveted to that sexy teenage redhead, whose body was now fairly dripping with sweat. Carrie began to slap her fingers quickly in and out of her dripping wet vagina, confident that Alyson would never be able to hear the juicy sounds through the thick cedar door. She could see that Alyson was only swirling her clit with the baton, and not sticking it inside. I wonder if she could use some friendly masturbation tips? But then Carrie realized why Alyson was avoiding full-on penetration. Oh, my. She's still a virgin. That sweet little girl is still a virgin. That realization made this situation even more erotic than it already was, and Carrie felt her orgasm beginning to break. But as crazed with pleasure as she was, she controlled her breathing, and barely made a sound as she listened to Alyson's muffled screams of joy through the door. Alyson threw her head back and arched her beautiful body upward, swirling her swollen clit like crazy with the rubber knob on the end of her baton, and began to shriek, "Fuck, Fuck, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK ME, DANA LEE! LICK MY PUSSY! LICK IT!! OHHHH FUUUUUUCK!!! DANA LEEEEEE!!!!!" Carrie began to cum. Squirt after juicy squirt shot out of her pussy, splattering against the door and raining to the floor. It dripped down her narrow legs, soaked her hose, and seeped down into her black pumps, but she couldn't stop cumming until the last spasm passed. Inside the sauna, Alyson was going through a similar experience, though without any squirting. Then, spent, Alyson rolled lazily onto her back, lengthwise on the cedar bench, holding her legs wide open, her pussy aimed right at Carrie, who could see Alyson's pink hole opening and closing spasmodically for three solid minutes, as Alyson lay there gasping, and weeping like the hopeless, lovesick girl she was. Carrie squirted two more times against the door looking down Alyson's tunnel of love, but she knew she had to leave before she was seen. Carrie was weak-kneed from her powerful orgasms, so she stepped down to the floor carefully, so as not to fall. She took a deep breath, then put the ball basket, which was now dripping with her cum, back into the corner. Then she smoothed her skirt down, hoping it would cover the huge tear in the crotch of her panty hose, and staggered from the locker building, feeling almost drunk. She'd barely stepped outside when her phone began to ring. It was Morgana. "Yes?" "So, what's Alyson doing? Practicing her baton? Or is she up to something else?" Carrie had sworn an oath that she would never lie to Morgana, but she knew how to bend the truth when necessary. "Don't worry, Mrs. Ferrie. Alyson is practicing with her baton, just as she said. And though I'm no expert in these sorts of things, I must say that she really knows how to use it."