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Drug Binge |
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| It wasn't our initial plan to
cross the country in an erotic binge filled with some of the most exotic and
exciting of the world's drugs. Our first meeting together was to discuss me
allowing Mary to smoke Marijuana with me for the first time. I was an avid
user of the drug and she was the longtime girlfriend of my dorm room
neighbor. She was younger than he and came to visit on the weekends,
allowing her to continue her pursuits at high school life during the week.
My friend Mark was good guy, dry at best and not very prone to any deviant natures or tendencies. I, on the other hand, have my share of experience in breaking the law in many sorts, although at my ripe age of 18 I still remain untouched by the local authorities in my area. Mark had a day filled with studying at the library one Sunday so Mary decided to spend the day trying the drug she had heard people talk about so much before: marijuana. We got in my car and drove out in the countryside, smoking and smoking to make sure she got the full effect her first time. She was soaring and I also was having a great time driving the car in my euphoric state. Mary was attractive, she had blonde hair, nice firm 32B breasts that were a very good size for her fit athletic body. She showed it off well and had a nice face to go with the package. She had been a very secret object of my desires for quite awhile, appealing perhaps because of her untouchable status in being the girlfriend of a close friend. We smoked more and spent the entire day talking and exploring further out of the area in the car. It was fall, we had on t-shirts and the wind was blowing in a gust through the open windows. Her blonde hair bowed through the wind and I wondered how long my stoned face would stare at her beautiful body and if her, in the intoxicated state, could tell of my arousal or my interest in her butt and breast areas. I started the conversation to other drugs, LSD, mushrooms and the like and she mentioned that those were foreign to her as well. I had dabbled in these activities but had never had ample opportunity to get to experience one more than a few scattered times. After awhile of silence I noticed her nipples were aroused, jutting out slightly in the halter top she was wearing. The drug often made me excited in this department as well, and I had heard it did so even more for the girls. She was smiling at me in a different kind of way, we talked and she started adding little flirts in the conversation. I got her laughing really hard at one point and slapped my leg then kept her hand on top of my thigh, squeezing it slightly before pulling back with that grin. Always that grin, with the eyes just piercing mine. Her shorts were very short indeed, exposing what nice and smooth leg skin she had. She rubbed her thighs together, drawing my eyes and again to her smirk. Her fingers ran between the tanned skin between her knees, the nails causing bumps to form down her calves. I am visibly aroused, unable to hide it in my shorts, the tent spreading as she continues to onslaught into my senses. Consequences began entering my mind as I pondered what I should do next, deciding to ignore my inhibitions my hand moves to the seat next to me, going first to hold the knee as I laugh with her. My hand slides slowly up to the rim of the shorts, where I squeeze and obliviously effect her pelvis area. Her nipples are very hard, pushing obscenely through the blue fabric. Her hand moves over mine and the other to her stomach, she feels under her shirt, rubbing the toned abs as she moves my hand up and down her smooth legs. Our car travels are nearing the dorms and our touching stop, the act of being normal ensues as we arrive and get out of the car. Mark is back from the books and greets Mary with a Hug, she is stoned, acting different. She tells him she needs a nap and moves into his apartment, glancing once back at me before closing the door. I look normal, since this is my favorite habit, we exchange greetings and I go inside to relax and ponder the days events. Music and thinking about what lines I crossed today and when or whether they would be violated again. The spring continued and eventually Mary and I talked more about those other drugs we wanted to experience. I began sniffing around and came across some decent amounts of LSD, grass, peyote, fungus and a bag load of various pills. I decided I would take to the road with these items, perhaps alone, perhaps in a group, but I could not remain idle during a drug binge of this magnitude and danger. Perhaps being alone wasn't the golden idea I thought it to have been as well? I decided first on a test binge, a mild weekend adventure around the state, eating acid and listening to music, opening the doors of our mind to the sounds of artists whom understood our situation and needs. Before that weekend Mary arrived and asked if I would smoke with her before I left. I remember the previous events and of course obliged being willing to smoke all I had with her if we could continue our sexual exploration of that tight body of hers. Her hand went straight to my leg as the car started, and the pipe was passed until her hands were starting to unbutton my fly, pulling the zipper down and then massaging my bulge thought the boxers I had on. I was enjoying this, managing just barely to hit the bowl and enjoy this hand job of sorts while staying on the road. She was helping, adding nice heavy breathing in my ear for my imagination to soar with. Being high kept the experience floating, my name ringing out in my ear, her sexy voice moaning how much she wanted to try and experience with me. I was getting close to the peak of this certain high and she could tell, her hand moved faster and the breathing became even more intense. I unloaded into the boxers, the world around sparkling with the high from the chronic leaves we had enjoyed earlier. I groaned with her, as she finished me off and fastened my pants while I drove. She was out of breath, grinning at me and now talking about the adventure I was going on and how she had told Mark she would be out of town all weekend. She was going with me, and now this wasn't just a test run, this was the binge itself, the trip of truly wonderful and disturbing things to come. I, of course, did not object and we returned only to gather a few more drugs, some supplies and other personals. We took off, in my car, driving west blindly, having no general direction other than water and soon enough the drugs that we had brought along. We decided to start stung and managed to get down some peyote. After a good day of bud smoking and fasting to keep it down we hit the peak and soared like eagles into that night. We decided to camp it, and found a nice clearing to lay a tent down and enjoy the mind blowing experience we were both having. We couldn't keep our hands off each other in the tent and eventually outside the tent, as the confines of indoor were inhibiting our sexual intentions. Her breasts were amazing to me and I couldn't remove my mouth or my hands from wanting to engulf both of them. I was one with her sexual body and was feeling her and my orgasms throughout my entire body. She kissed my entire being, my whole person over and over enjoying after while the sensation from my attack on her nipples and ass cheeks. This continues throughout the trip, almost 9 hours before our bodies begin to show not only signs of sexual exhaustion, but hunger and fatigue as well. We layer naked the last few hours, coming down from our cloud while I sucked on her nipples. It was a beautiful experience. The LSD we ate to start the next day off way another first for her. She was very ready she said and handled the peyote well of course, so we each took some drops and continued on our journey. Passing though a local town, stoned, talking about the car and how we all became to this town to see what we thought was a concert. We paid our tickets and sat down, admiring the lights, enjoying the surprise of this random bar in random town USA with a head full of LSD, enjoying the bodies of those around us, smiling and trying not to hump Mary at the table. The singer is introduced and Gwyneth Paltrow walks out, she is hippied up, stringy hair, thin still, singing decently into the microphone. I focus in on her face and my senses go in thousands of sprarkles, my erection is quick and it overpowers me, I could not walk with this if I tried. Singing with all her might her face looked to be in the joyous state of pure orgasmic power and pleasure. I wanted nothing more than to see that face screaming under mine as I pushed myself into her becoming one with her body and sexuality. I sensed Mary's Jealousy but also a hint of attraction as she watched Gwyneth out of the corner of her eyes. She eyed my erection as well as the singer, her nipple giving away her attempt to hide her arousal. I wandered around, eyeing Mary and the star of the night while I moved through the young bodies. I was still tripping after all and couldn't completely concentrate all my efforts into fucking when I couldn't do that right now anyway. I moved back stage after a guard turned to see some stoned smoking a cigar. I walked back around and heard outside the sound of the singing stop and the intermission began. I felt bad momentarily for Mary, tripping balls no doubt out in the middle of the crowd by herself. I quickly turned my attention to Paltrow when she stepped back stage, sweating and breathing hard from singing her heart out for the crowd. I felt her breathing and felt her to be horny in her exertions, maybe that was just me projecting my own desires onto her, I thought. She had some water and the atmosphere was very casual, I decided it was time to get to the point before I got arrested, so I approached the drinking Gwyneth and introduced myself, extending my hand. She smiled at me and immediately looked at my eyes, oh no I though, what was this sudden turn of events. "What are you on, sir?" My eyes darted about, no one was around but this gorgeous female in front of me, sweaty and still heaving from the exertion of performing. I shrugged and grinned at her, she grabbed me by the arm and took me into a smaller room, empty with a large mirror, TV and a few outfits that were obviously hers. She shut and locked her door behind her and she looked at me, holding out her hand she grinned at me. Her hips stuck out slightly and she put her other hand on it, running down the side of it on her dress. Her legs were mesmerizing me, just as smooth as Mary's, and of course the attraction of celebrity, I wanted to fuck now and was frustrated at the hold ups. I pulled out what I had, a small bag of nuggets, some acid tablets and one or two retains. I grabbed some LSD and the bag of grass, taking some papers from her desk and rolling up a nice joint of nuggets for the two of us. She knew I was tripping pretty hard and I could tell she had been there, and the she took hers and I knew she was on the way to join me. We lit the cigarette and passed it back and forth until the roach, finally starting to rub our hands up and down each others exposed arms. The touch was exhilarating and I could feel ever inch of her skin as I moved up and down those slender legs. Her face was contorting and moaning a little already, I couldn't want to push inside and watch that face cry out in wonderful pain and desire. The knock on the door hurt the vibes, and she pulled back away from me. The joint was finished and the room reeked of euphoric plant. She called out that she needed 5 minutes and she would be ready. Her next set would be mind boggling and completely open and real, the crowd would be either in complete awe or shock, sometimes both at the same time. She finished and came back to where I was, smoking a bowl and enjoying the serene expectation of what was to come. Mary had finally joined me, wandering in looking for someone to talk to we joined and fooled around on the couch while we waited for Gwyneth. Gwyneth was sweating and breathing heavy once again from her performance. Their would be no encore, the waft of smoke caught her attention and she was once again with us, inhaling the smoke and removing what little clothing she had on. Her naked body was spectacular, my dick shot forth before she was even finished undressing. I could sense the jealousy coming off of Mary's person and she too began removing her clothes, showing a just as toned and almost flawless body. Gwyneth and her were tense, but the sex between the two was fevered and very aggressive, they would sometimes go at each other all night, screaming and climaxing over and over. I would join them until exhausted, then admire the sexual aggression between the two competing females. This lasted only awhile, and eventually was worked through, and the sex was balanced once again with three of us ending our night with one of the girl's nipples being sucked on while we tripped stoned to the cool night. Gwyneth was singing outside the concerts we went to so we could make some extra money to buy tickets, gas and drugs. We would all three switch off driving the car, usually while tithe other two including the two girls, while I drove) would usually help the other one eventually reach and orgasm and take turns pleasing the other one. I wondered sometimes if people driving by would notice our sexual and experimental escapades in the back seat of the car, but then the thought was quickly distracted by the flowing trees or the wonderful moans of one of the two gorgeous females in the car with me. The joints were almost always being passed, and the bowl would makes its way around almost simultaneously. We stayed high and tripped allot of the time, camping outside of concerts and trading trips for bud and fungus in the parking lots. Gwyneth made us plenty of money and we also had some minor scams to keep us on the road. I had no preference over who I was screwing, both of the girls at once or one at a time, either one. both we so perfectly toned and formed that I would have been a fool to complain about the flawless oral sex and fucking I was getting all day and all night long. The acid and extract was keeping us up insane hours, and we only got one or two hours of sleep each night day). The true pleasures were our camping orgy stops, suggested occasionally by one of the girls or me, when we would stop and screw for days non stop, perpetual drug orgasms of naked screaming and lust. I loved the facial expressions and the glorious range of sexual sounds that the two girls made. I could stare at their faces contorting in extreme sexual pain use and the true happiness that it brought them when their climax arrived in a sweaty aggressive hump of outcries. |