Weed Tita and bad ideas

Chapter 5: Smoke, Tits, and Bad Ideas

Kellie had finally hit her limit. After watching me accidentally grope Danielle’s heavy tits for the third time while talking about the dildos, she threw her hands up.

“That’s it. I can’t deal with this right now,” she snapped, staring at me like I was a walking porn accident. “Go stay in the room Mom and Danielle rented. Keep an eye on that fucking **** dealer in Mom’s body. Make sure he doesn’t do anything worse than he already has with that hairbrush.”

I blinked at her with Danielle’s big blue eyes. “Babe, you’re kicking me out? In this body?”

“Yes. Go. I need a minute before I lose my mind watching my husband act like a horny slut in my step-sister’s skin.”

“Fine,” I grumbled in that husky feminine voice. “But if this pussy starts acting up again, I’m blaming you.”

I wobbled out of the room on Danielle’s heels, hips swaying with that annoying feminine cadence I couldn’t turn off. My tits bounced heavily with every step down the hallway, nipples rubbing against the thin fabric and keeping me in a low-grade state of horny. By the time I reached the door to Terry and Danielle’s rented suite, my thighs were sliding together from fresh wetness.

I knocked once and pushed the door open.

The smell hit me like a truck — thick clouds of weed mixed with the unmistakable musk of sex and sweat. The room was trashed: empty tequila bottles, clothes thrown everywhere, and a heavy, damp scent hanging in the air like a cheap brothel.

And there, sprawled on the couch like he owned the place, was Carlos — the sleazy vendor — now stuck in Terry’s late-50s Canadian body. He was half-naked, wearing nothing but a pair of Terry’s white lace panties that were visibly damp and stretched tight across her mound. Sweat glistened on Terry’s soft belly and heavy breasts, which hung free and jiggling slightly as he took another long hit from a fat joint.

“Ey, chica,” he said in Terry’s sweet, middle-aged voice, grinning lazily through the smoke. “You come to join the party? This body gets so fucking wet when I smoke. Feels amazing, man.”

I stood there in Danielle’s skimpy sundress, staring at the sight of Kellie’s mom’s body looking like a sweaty, stoned MILF who’d just finished riding someone. “Jesus Christ, Carlos. You look like you’ve been finger-fucking yourself for hours.”

He laughed, which made Terry’s tits shake. “Sí. This pussy is very hungry. Much better than my old one. I already came twice.” He casually spread Terry’s thighs wider on the couch, showing off the soaked crotch of the panties. “You want a hit? Or you want to try this nice warm cunt? Is very soft.”

I hesitated, then shrugged — which made my own heavy tits jiggle. “Fuck it. Pass the joint. This body’s already driving me crazy. Might as well lean in.”

Carlos handed it over with a grin. I took a deep pull, the smoke filling my lungs. Almost immediately, the weed hit Danielle’s system hard. A warm, fuzzy relaxation spread through me, but it also cranked the horniness up to eleven. My pussy throbbed hotter, getting even wetter. I let out a low, involuntary moan in that sultry voice.

“Goddamn… this body loves weed,” I muttered vulgarly, taking another hit before passing it back. The room started to spin pleasantly. I plopped down on the couch next to him, my thick thighs spreading a little. My eyes kept drifting to Terry’s bare tits — soft, full, with slightly large nipples. They looked so different from Danielle’s perky ones.

After a couple more passes of the joint, the perverse curiosity got the better of me. “Hey, Carlos… you mind if I touch ’em? Just for a second. I’ve never felt tits from this angle before, and this body’s making me weirdly horny.”

He grinned wide. “Go ahead, amigo. They’re very nice. Soft and heavy.”

I reached out with Danielle’s manicured hands and cupped Terry’s breasts. They were warm, heavy, and surprisingly soft. I squeezed gently, feeling the weight, then ran my thumbs over the nipples. Carlos moaned in Terry’s voice, which sounded filthy coming from her. “Mmm, that feels good. Pinch them harder.”

Without thinking, I did. At the same time, his hands came up and grabbed my massive tits through the sundress, squeezing them firmly. We both started groping each other — me fondling Kellie’s mom’s tits while he played with Danielle’s heavy ones. The sensations were overwhelming. My nipples sparked with pleasure, my pussy dripping down my thighs. Carlos pinched and rolled my nipples, making me moan loudly like a slut.

“Fuck… these feel way better than I expected,” I groaned, still talking like a vulgar guy in a woman’s body. I gave Terry’s tits another firm squeeze, watching them spill between my fingers.

We were both breathing heavy, stoned and groping like horny idiots, when—

Ding-dong.

The doorbell to the suite rang sharply.

We both froze mid-grope, hands still full of each other’s borrowed tits, eyes wide.