Sherry was still wearing the tight black skirt. She hadn't taken it off when we fucked. I laughed when she put on the wig, still playing Mary Jane, but didn't say anything. She walked over to her backpack, shuffled through it and pulled out a joint.
"Ah got me some dynamite weed here," she said, “Howz about gettin’ high with me?”
"Why not," I answered, shaking my head, bewildered and amused.
"Ah love to fuck when ah'm high. Ah get wild as a wildcat," she said taking a lighter from her backpack, lit the joint then took a big hit, closing her eyes, sucking in the smoke then handed it to me.
"Here Pete," she said and went back to her backpack. I took a hit and watched her bend over and pull a long white t-shirt out, put it on the bed then came over for the joint and took another deep hit, closing her eyes, holding her breath before releasing some smoke then handing it back to me.
"Ah think ah'd like to take me a nice hot shower. You can join me if ya want,” she said, walking past me and headed to the bathroom, swaying her hips. She turned and looked at me, "Well, are ya comin’ or ain't ya?"
I took another hit of the joint and followed her into the bathroom. She had taken off her skirt and was reaching in to turn on the water. She was naked and I couldn't take my eyes off of her round ass and grapefruit sized tits. "Give me another hit of that joint," she said.
Still playing Mary Jane, she stood naked by the shower with the red wig on then stepped in and turned to me, "Hey guy, get in here."
I could tell by her eyes she was stoned and I felt a real buzz in my head. When I got in, she let the water pour down on her, getting her red wig wet. She then leaned into me, pushing her tits against my chest.
"Man, am ah high," she said. "Damn, that's powerful stuff. Ah feel like ah'm floatin' an' this water feels so fucking good." She looked up at me and smiled. "Come on, Pete give me a kiss and she grabbed the back of my head, pulling me hard to her lips, sticking her tongue deep in my mouth, our tongues swirling around, devouring each other’s mouths. It was ferocious kissing. She moaned and I moaned, both of us getting hotter under the pounding water, steam rising around us, the pot loosening all inhibitions.
Suddenly, she stopped, pulled off her wet wig and threw it outside the shower onto the bathroom floor. "I can't stand that damn wig anymore," she said, then grabbed my wet hair, gripping it in her fingers, pulling me to her mouth, kissing me, groaning, our kisses getting hotter and harder, our arms wrapped around our wet bodies, grinding into each other as we kissed. I moved my hands down to her ass and pulled her harder into me. My hard cock was pressed against her belly and she lifted herself up to grind her pussy against my cock. She then reached for some soap, lathering my body, then hers. We were soapy and slippery, our bodies sliding over each other, my hard cock rubbing against her pussy. We were dizzy with lust, dizzy from kissing, dizzy from rubbing, dizzy from the hot water, so dizzy and stoned and crazed we didn't know what we were doing and just let go, madly slipping and sliding lustfully over each other, feeling the sensual pleasure of our wet tingling skin, our moaning louder and louder, our bodies hotter and hotter pressing harder against each other until I suddenly turned her around and pushed her hard against the wall, grabbed hold of my cock, which considering that we had just fucked, had never been harder or bigger and rammed it into her with a force I couldn't contain.
“Ohhhh my god, fuck me, fuck me! Give it to me hard! Harder! Harder!” she screamed, both of us out of our minds, her hands pressed against the tiled wall, the hot, steamy water pouring over us.
My cock was like a red hot iron rod ramming into her pussy. We were both wild animals fucking with an energy and fury I had never experienced before. The water was pouring down over both of us and I was grunting and Sherry was screaming, her body shaking and shuddering as I pounded her, knowing she was having a huge orgasm. Her loud ecstatic screaming made me want to fuck her harder. I could feel my sperm rising from my balls and into my cock. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” I shouted looking up at the top of the shower, the water cascading down on my face.
I never came so hard in my life. I was trying to catch my breath as I held onto Sherry, my arms wrapped around her body. I couldn't move and kept my cock in her for a minute and tried to catch my breath. Finally, I pulled out and we both collapsed to the floor of the shower with the water pouring down on us in the small shower stall, Sherry leaning against one wall and I was against the other, both of us gasping for air. We looked at each other through our wet hair and the steam surrounding us, taking deep breaths and then started laughing as we looked into each other's eyes.
"I'm starving," Sherry said. "Let's get something to eat."
"Great idea,” I answered. "What do you want?"
Sherry stood up, turned off the water and reached out for two towels, handing one to me. She stepped out of the shower and while we were drying ourselves, she suddenly slapped my ass with her towel and started laughing and running into the other room. I ran after her. She leaped onto one of the beds and was standing there with her towel in her hand, her hair wet, challenging me to hit her with my towel. Crouched like a wrestler, she stood with her legs wide apart, her eyes fixed on me, her firm tits straight out. Suddenly she lashed her towel at me slapping the side of my face and laughed. Just as I swung my towel at her, she leaped off the bed and went to the corner of the room and stood on a chair, standing above me.
"Think, you're tough, do you?” she yelled, taunting me. "Think you can catch me and make me your slave!" she said, with a sly smirk on her face, dropping her southern accent.
I ran around the bed with my towel and stood in front of her chair ready to swing at her, but she was lashing her towel back and forth so fast I couldn't get close enough without getting hit. Just then I caught her towel and held it so she couldn't move it. She tried tugging it from me, but I held tight and then pulled hard forcing her down from the chair. She let go of the towel, shoved me backwards with her shoulder and dashed past me.
"Think you can catch me," she taunted, running to the other side of the room. I jumped over the bed and caught up with her. She turned and tried to run past me, but I caught her arm and pushed her hard against the wall, lifted her arms above her head, gripping her wrists, pinning her, my cock pressed against her pussy, feeling her squirming trying to get away from me. Our faces were inches apart. I leaned forward so that my mouth was next to her ear. Her tits were crushed against my chest. She was trying to push me away, but I held her writhing body harder against the wall.
"You're not going anywhere," I whispered in a sinister voice. "I got you where I want you. You’re going to be my sex slave!"
"Think so," she said, as she pushed and squirmed against me. Suddenly, she bit my shoulder enough to hurt.
"Ouch!" I said as I loosened my grip. She bucked me hard with her head and pushed me back. She squirmed away laughing and ran past me. I caught her by the wrist, but she broke free and started running to the other side of the room. I ran after her and just as she passed the bed, I tackled her from behind and we fell to the floor, wrestling. She tried to break away kicking at me, but I had a firm grip of her legs. She was on her belly trying to crawl away. I looked up at her round, luscious ass just above my face. She was still trying to kick me away, but I tightened my grip.
"You're not going anywhere," I shouted and crawled up her body and got on top, pinning her to the carpet, my cock on her ass. I grabbed her arms, stretching them in front of her. She was squirming and bucking trying to push me off of her. He ass was rubbing my cock as she bucked and squirmed.
Sherry started bucking even harder against me, trying to knock me off, but I straddled her ass, my hard cock in the crack and started humping.