Pot Head
Rob rolled up to his parents' house and pushed his mountain bike into the shadows by the porch. With his younger sister soon to turn eighteen and heading off to college in the fall, his parents were milking her remaining time at home for all it was worth. This week, it was a ski trip to Colorado.
He was going to take advantage of every moment he could.
Unfortunately, his weird work schedule meant that he was flying solo, but it wasn't all bad. He'd scored two primo joints, and after a long frustrating work week, mellowing out in one of his parents' deck chairs and staring at the stars was just the ticket. The nearest neighbor was well out of sniffing distance, so he didn't have to worry about that either.
Of course, it was still best if nobody noticed him, so he didn't have to use his prepared excuse if his parents asked. To that end, he unlocked the door and headed through the house. There was just enough light filtering through the curtains from the security lights to guide his way through the still-familiar environs, so he didn't bother turning on a light. He reached the sliding glass door at the back and was about to open it when he heard the murmur of voices.
"Holy shit," he muttered under his breath. There in the hot tub were three of his sister's friends, passing a joint around, and they were all topless.
He hadn't seen any of them for more than a few seconds — and at a distance — since leaving for college. What a difference four years had made. Despite the changes, he knew them all instantly.
Trish had let her dark brown hair grow out, and it looked good on her. What looked even better were her tits. They were big enough to make a man do a double take, but even without support, they stood firm and proud.
In contrast, Renee had cut her red hair shorter. As with Trish, he liked the change. Her tits were smaller, but they were perfect teardrops, and oh-so perky.
Becca had won the boob lottery. Her tits hung heavy, but gravity hadn't had much time to take a toll in the few years since they'd sprouted. She was a year younger than his sister, and her features framed by her brown hair still had a touch of girlishness to them.
That was all he could see in the dim light from a distance, but it was more than enough to cause a significant stir in his shorts.
A dozen thoughts flitted through his head in the space of a heartbeat, and he seized on one of them. The girls had frequently been brats to him in the many sleep-overs with his sister. He smiled as he thought he had the perfect means of revenge, and a chance for a bit closer look.
Decision made, he slid open the door. The girls were so engrossed in their quiet conversation that they didn't notice him for three full steps. When Trish caught sight of him, the others saw her panic and reacted as well. Rob couldn't help but grin as the three rushed to hide their tits and the joint.
Becca, who had been holding the joint when he exited, was at a disadvantage. She had to hang the joint over the back of the hot tub, and she had a lot more to hide. He was still getting a fair eyeful of her as he walked over to a deck chair. One detail made the situation even sweeter. The girls had stripped next to one of the other deck chairs, and it was far enough away that they couldn't reach their clothes without climbing out of the tub.
Trish was the one to speak up. "What are you doing here?"
Rob chuckled and gave them an incredulous look. "I used to live here, and I still have a key. The question is how
you
got in here."
The three glanced at each other, and some silent communication passed between them. Renee then answered, "Tracy snuck us the key to the back gate."
"You're not going to rat us out, are you?" Becca asked while pulling her arm from behind the tub. It revealed the joint, but let her slip her exposed breast beneath the water.
"Nah," Rob said as he sat down, and then reclined on one of the deck chairs. The move eliminated the view, but offered a chance of more, if he played his cards right. "Smells like skunkweed."
"Are you just going to sit there?" Trish asked.
Rob grinned and said, "I just got comfortable. Think I'll relax for a while." With that, he pulled out one of his joints, gave it a sniff, and then reached in his pocket for a lighter.
At the revelation of the joint, the scowls decorating the girls' faces faded. A quiet conference ensued while Rob lit up his blunt.
Renee was the one to ask, "Any chance you might share that? We only had the one for all three of us, and like you said, it wasn't very good."
Rob slowly exhaled, and then said, "Damn, that's the good shit. I might, if someone wants to come over and take a hit."
To his surprise, it was the younger brunette who handed the roach she was holding to Trish and stood up. "He's obviously not going to leave until he sees what he wants to see, anyway," Becca said, and then climbed out of the tub.
Becca had a nice ass to go with her hefty chest. It was big, but not too big, a perfect balance for her tits. She was all curves in the right places. Once she was out of the tub, she walked toward the clothes and towels on the deck chair. She was shaved mostly bare, but sported a landing strip of trimmed curls between her legs.
"Dry your arm off so you don't get it wet, but if you want that hit, you're going to have to come get it just like that."
Becca had always been the shiest of the group, so it was again a surprise when she did exactly as he said. She dried her arm off and crossed the deck toward him with her tits jiggling hypnotically. As promised, he handed over the joint, and took in the closeup look at the scenery.
Becca took a puff, and then handed it back. When she exhaled, Renee asked, "Is it good?"
"Oh my god. Wow," Becca answered.
The other two girls glanced at each other, and then climbed out of the tub. Trish was first. She was shaved perfectly smooth, and had a tight little heart-shaped ass. Renee's ass was just as incredible, but she was sporting a triangle of fiery curls between her legs.
Trish had dried off her arm and approached while Rob was taking in the sight of Renee. The brunette held out her hand and cleared her throat. Rob gave her a long, slow look from her great legs to her slight, crooked smile as he handed over the joint.
Ah, what a wonderful day,
Rob thought as his eyes roved from body to body. Trish passed the joint directly to Renee, and once she'd taken her toke, he held out his hand to request it back.
They were mostly silent as they passed the joint around, but the girls' actions were speaking volumes. Renee put a hand on her hip and cocked it to the side a little. Becca's subtle movements were obviously meant to draw attention to her assets that needed no help in that regard. Trish stood with one knee slightly bent, giving the slightest, teasing peek at what hid between her legs.
Rob took the last viable puff, feeling the uncomfortable heat of the cherry against his fingertips. He opened the Altoids tin he'd brought the joints in and stubbed out the roach, which revealed the second joint inside.
"So, are you going to light that?" Becca asked.
May as well go for it,
he thought. "Yeah, but if you want to share, you're going to have to do something for me."
Trish's eyes narrowed, and she asked, "Like what?"
Rob swung his legs out of the chair, stood, and pushed down the front of his shorts. The tantalizing parade of hot young girls ensured that he was hard as a rock. He couldn't help but smile when he saw the eyes of all three girls widen in surprise.
"So, what? Jerk you off?" Trish asked.
He shook his head. "
Suck
me off."
It was busty Becca who once again showed she'd overcome her previous shyness as she stepped over and sank to her knees in front of him.
It was his turn to gawk in surprise when the other two girls did the same.
Becca pulled down his shorts, and as soon as they were revealed, Renee cupped his balls in her hand. Trish pushed up on his shirt, and he whipped it over his head while stepping out of his shorts. The material of his shirt had barely cleared his eyes when all three girls leaned in.
"Holy fuck," he groaned as three tongues slipped over his erection. Trish and Renee tongued the shaft while Becca tickled the tip. There was no doubt in his mind that they'd done this before. All three looked up at him, smiling with their eyes aglow.
Rob let his hands rest on the back of Trish and Renee's heads as they lapped him. A chorus of giggles and moans escaped the girls while they thoroughly wetted every inch of his cock, and Renee gently rolled his balls.
Trish and the redhead came at him from both sides, wrapping their lips around his shaft. Rob grunted as the pair once again demonstrated familiarity by sliding their lips and tongue along his length in perfect coordination. Becca's tongue stayed hard at work, swirling over the head, and she added a few kissing sucks for good measure.
Renee's lips left his erection after that, but only so she could turn her head and lick his balls. Trish was right behind her. Rob gasped, and his breaths emerged as hard blasts from the sweet feeling of two tongues gliding over his balls. Becca lapped the underside of his bobbing cock, her tongue choosing a different path over the head with every lick. The girls' moans as they tongued him were like the sweetest music to his ears.
