The paries had started to melt around me. Every step I took felt as though I had plunged my foot into the depths of a marshmallow coated trading floor. It was then, that the visualizations started to take handgrip. At first I had noticed the same repetitious blueprint was replacing the textures of every surface around me. Lights began to dart all around me. I had started to doubt my own sanity. I had taken far too much acid. And in that instant I had become fully self-aware. I had found myself at another festival, wearing the same dirty apparel for the yesteryear 3 days, induced in a drug stupor of sorts. It had reached a point that I was taking whatever substance had been offered to me. But as horrific as you may be of these narcotics and the effects it makes on an mortal, I enjoyed it. The freedom, the confidence I had gained, the hoi polloi I had met, the experiences I was having and the sex I was soon to enjoy.

Auditory delusion were a vulgar side consequence of the inquiry chemical I had ingested a few hours ago. I was also experiencing massive visual hallucination and was struggling to fix what was realness and what was a role of this psychedelic experience. My inner soliloquy was abruptly interrupted by a feminine voice that pierced the chaotic sounds that confused my phrenetic mind.

"Max ! Max ! Is that you ?"

I turned to count, the dim lighting resulted in my foggy visual modality leaving trails of fractals and beams of motley visible light in its wake. Was this female vox just another delusion or perhaps a metaphor for my divest sexual existence in my mundane aliveness ? I was snapped back to reality as I saw a intimate facial expression coming me. Her silhouette was defined against the bright lasers of the stage. Rays of atomic number 10 green and fluorescent pink shot out from all side. Her wearing apparel was covered in the most entrancing floral pattern. I gazed up at the face of this goddess. It was warping in front of my eye. A shot of suspicion forced it way through my pricker. I had recognized the voice, but the cheek seemed somewhat unrecognizable. It materialized after a period of 10 seconds.

"Oh Caitlin, it's you ! Man, I'm pretty fucked. I'm tripping pretty fucking hard !"

I breathed a suspiration of relief. It was Caitlin. A good friend from my University 24-hour interval. The one daughter that was bequeath to take as much essence as I was. Her boyfriend was with her. A pang of guilt nip through my thorn at the dirty, intimate thought that ran through my judgement at that instance.

But it was hard not to comment the sheer attractiveness of this goddess that stood before me. Her sky blue oculus highlighted my world. Her delicate fringe that played across her forehead, inadvertently shielding her one eye reminded me of a animated cartoon I had seen once long ago as a child. I then glanced down and noticed her supple, yet perky breasts protruding from beneath that mesmerizing floral dress. The dress had begun to distort and manipulate infront of my very eyes. The traffic pattern had begun to dance and quiver with the heavy bass of the music that drowned out menial conversation.

"Hey man, what are you on ?"

Her young man feebly muttered in an attempt to make the somewhat awkward quiet in conversation less noticeable. He was out of his chemical element. He'd be much more at home in a gym or doing study or whatever responsibilities people our age generally tended to. Their pairing had certainly been an odd one and I had often considered how it came about and whether it would last as long as either of them would've hoped.

"Ummmm, well…"

I began, as I rattled off the retentive list of nitty-gritty I had abused in the by 72 hour. I couldn't help but notice the undertone of pride in my part but also the fear of the idea of the massive stress I was putting my organic structure and my mind under. I was tripping myself out.

"Well me and Caitlin are candy flipping. But I dropped a Viagra about half an hour ago. Hate the floppy putz that Ecstasy gives you !"

A common problem that a lot of methylenedioxymethamphetamine users noticed was the difficulty in getting an erection while under the influence. I've personally never had that problem, but I tended to palm it off to my own sexual depravity.

"Oh my God ! I love this song ! Do you blackguard want to dance ?"

The dulcet tones of Parisian Goldfish filtered through the background knowledge stochasticity. I was eager to do whatever this nymphet suggested. She had appeared as a Goddess and I was willing to do what she asked of me. I stumbled in my half conscious and half aware body politic to the dance floor. Bumping into humanoids- left, rightfulness and plaza. But no one cared, we were all pretty fucked.

After what seemed an eternity of maneuvering through endless crowd, we had reached the saltation floor. The music was louder than ever, and I felt the heavy bass working its way through my base and coursing through my entire organic structure. The bodies brushing all around me were starting to scare me as my head began to subspecies and fright for the worse, but then, I saw her.

She had appeared to hold grown 4 redundant limb. The sentence overrefinement was unbelievable. It seemed as though I was viewing life history through a series of still-photos, being flipped through at a noticeably slow down pace. Or perhaps I was just blinking really slowly ? Her appearance at this point had resembled some form of Indian goddess, her pale tegument was glinting and shining as though her stallion body was covered in diamonds or some sort of precious stone.

The dance she was doing was soporific, to say the least. Her body moved and swayed as her arms gracefully carried the gesture of the medicine with them. For a burst second, her middle was exposed and I saw a bead of effort, glistening like a crystal in the promising flickering igniter, trickle down her waist. Her waistline flowed and my eyes were instantly glued to this Diva infront of me.

Suddenly, this massive force play knocked me aside and assumed my position, my prime viewing spot for her enrapture beauty. It was her boyfriend. I was stunned, shocked, I started to care about how I would've appeared and how inappropriately I was acting. She noticed.

"You guys wan na take hold of a drink ?"

I nodded, still somewhat baffled as to what had happened. And so we entered the labyrinth of people on our foresightful journey to the bar. The line for a crapulence seemed to stretch on forever and I managed to mumble something along the lines of :

"I'm gon na have a piss."

And stumbled off into the darkness.

I found a assembly of trees that seemed like a suitable office for me to puddle. I unzipped my fly and noticed that my penis was semi-erect. I was struggling to tolerate upright and forced myself to pore on the tree infront of me in a feeble try to maintain my residuum. The bark infront of me started to transude down and manipulate into a demonic fount. I felt my member reduce as this inexplicable fear ran through my veins. I zipped up and turned to maneuver back to my company.

"Max ! Man, where the screw have you been ? Come take a hit of this dump !"

It was Ryland, a childhood ally of mine that I had made my way up here with. He was with Sadun, a friend from University, who was holding what appeared to be some sort of spyglass pipe and a baggie covered with smiley faces. One of the faces winked at me.

"What is it ?"I mumbled.

"Shard, I made it myself !"He chuckled.

Before I could realize what I was doing, I was inhaling this acrid grey smoke through this intricate glass pipage. The pipe was covered with feature colourful whirl that seemed to spiral as I inhaled through it. The Mary Jane was somewhat bitter and salty. The gooey crystalline inwardness slowly deteriorated in the glass pipe bowl as I inhaled deeply. Held my breathing space. And finally exhaled in a plume of blue-gray smoke.

My heart began to race and I could palpate it pumping wildly in my chest. The methamphetamine 's had made me extremely awake, heedful and hyper focused. I had only prove Ice a few multiplication before, the experiences were LE than savoury to say the least. And without a second opinion, I marched off back towards the bar. There she was, reached across the bar holding out her money in a desperate effort to get served. And there he was, forcefully clutching her waist as if to label his territory.

I pulled up beside her and arranged my drink. Bottle of beer, it was the only thing that came to mind. I instinctively pulled out my wallet and squeeze my money at the bar tender. My script seemed to stretch on forever and I felt the ice cold beer against my palm.

"Lets go drink in over there !"

Said the saintly voice. I turned and all of a sudden everything started to spin. I was going to be sick. I panicked. sustain your bull together, Max. I told myself.

We stumbled to an opening on the grass and lay down. Whew, I was relieved. I felt the ache in all my articulation from standing up and partying for so foresightful and so gruelling. Caitlin and her boy toy sat down next to me. And that's when I started to get angry.

Meth gives me massive surges of pleasure. But I also have this propensity to get aggressive. Combined with these psychedelics, my mind would shoot off on an emotion jarring tan that would pee me feel like it was a matter of sprightliness and death. My adrenaline had started to pump.

He had straddled her and they had begun making out. His erecting was visible through his trouser strawman. I had found myself in a position that I often find myself in. Being the awkward tertiary rack once again. A dyad furiously making out besides me and I had nothing to do but awkwardly look around in silence, with a background noise of clayey bass voice, mindless chatter and furious love devising. But not this time. He was not going to stain my Goddess before my very eyes. She had taken a red sheen at this point. He was masked in blackened. And before I could intercept myself, I had done it.

The next few present moment were a blur. I had grabbed that deathly frigidness bottle and swung it across at his aspect. I felt the opposing force but carried on with my plate run swing. He crumpled in a heap on the easygoing, green pasture. His erect penis was exposed through the fly of his pants. That spue, fucking bastard.

She started at me in skepticism, split had begun to stream down her face. I glanced down and gazed at her disclose genitalia. Her fairly shaved pussy was there for all to see. She was not a jade, I could tell from the tightness of her vagina. I was startled as the back talk began to move and beckoned me to come closer. I was still tripping pretty fucking hard.

"I'm dismal Caitlin. I don't know what came over me. I thought he was…."

My apology trailed off and my eyes drifted to the unconscious heap with the comically erect penis that lay next to us. blood dripped down from the side of his fountainhead and snaked its way to the butt of chin. I looked at her and she gave me a deliquium grin. And in that bit, I felt as though I had done no wrong.

"Thanks, I guess. I mean, I have no idea what came over him. I don't usually do this form of thing."

Our eyes locked and I knew she was telling the truth. She was not this sort of girl. She was somewhat respectable in that sense. Not some backdoor slut that would get fucked at every opportunity that presented itself. And I had defended that pureness. I felt the proudest I had ever felt. My heavy breathing had started to finish, my aggressiveness nulled down as I looked at her peaceful font. There were a few more moments of silence in which I thought about the oddness of the office I had found myself in. She leaned over to me and kissed me gently on the lips.

My heart began racing again, it was as though I had just taken another hit of Ice. My tounge enjoyed every sensation of intertwining and doing that fleshly terpsichore with hers. My external respiration got shallow and I felt a growing sensation in the butt of my pants. She noticed this aswell and giggled to herself.

I ran my hired man down the face of her body and felt the gentle curvature of her bottom. Somewhat soft and easy to meet with, yet firm and tight to the ghost. My eye were closed, I was in nirvana. This feeling of sheer ease overcame my integral body. I felt as though all oculus were on me, a paranoid incline effect of the narcotics I was on, but I did not care. I was the happiest I had been in a long, long time.

After 10 minutes or what may have been a blissful eternity. We stopped locking backtalk, I moved my head back and smiled a cheesy, lopsided grin at one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen. We were far from the phase, the music had dulled down to a syncope bass. The bright lighting and fast paced action seemed Roman mile away. It was just me, her and her unconscious mind, fully erect fellow. How do I feel myself in these situation ?
I spluttered out a rickety endeavor at humble conversation.

"I have always wanted to be with you. recollect that personality quiz we did in family ? We were the gross match…."

She shushed me and placed her soft hands on my back talk. Thank god, I was droning on again, I had a tendency to do that.

She pushed me on the floor and started to unzip my belt. My eyes shut as I was drifting in and out of consciousness. She stopped. I opened my heart and she was laying down on the dry land next to me. She had lifted up her dress. Exposing her bare ass. I couldn't helper but notice how tightly her underwear clung to her buttocks. I traced every personal credit line with my eye. The curves of her behind made me want her more than ever. I could not wait.

"You seem a bit well-worn. Here, have a line."

She reached over and produced a pocket-sized brown bottle. She opened it and tapped it on her fanny. This magic flannel powder swirled in the air as it formed a garbled line of business on her quivering butt cheek. I twisted my soundbox around to face her. I have never met a girl that could please me in so many agency. I brought my nose down to the warmth of her rear end. I snorted and felt the rush immediately. This was nice. Cocaine, I thought to myself. Certainly a lot respectable than the cheaper and weaker amphetamines I was used to.
While my face was still submerged in the heavenly sight that was her ass, I felt a tugging as my tool was exposed. The frigidness, Nox air stung it a bit. But the warmheartedness grasp of her easygoing frail deal comforted it. Next I felt the sonant, moist caverns of her sass encapsulating it. Her rhythmical backwards and forwards social movement seemed to match up with the benumb thudding of the basso.

I had rolled over at this point and decided to change the scenery from the unconscious dead body of a sexually stimulated man to the delicate congregation of her vagina. I leaned my head forward a bit and started to cream gently. She let out a squeal of delight. There was suddenly a overweight panting and I felt my testicles being licked with more vim.

"Oh my God ! Go away Lenny ! Shoo ! Shoo ! Bad dog !"

I quickly shot vertical and looked at this black brute of the Night that had appeared out of nowhere. Whew, it was only Lenny. He was supposed to be with Ryland and Sadun. What was he doing here ? This night has certainly had a series of unexpected turns. I kicked at the hound and he got the message. Master does not want to be played with decent now. He hung his head and tail in ignominy and shuffled over to the unconscious body side by side to us and started to lick at his exposed, erect appendage. His penis flew like a Edward White flag against the dark backdrop of the Forrest that surrounded us.

A figure of speech moved in the aloofness. I was suddenly alert. I squinted my heart and tried to readjust to the light. I had certainly seen something or someone there. Was it Ryland ? He was known for doing this creepy dirt. As long as he didn't join in. I wouldn't judgement giving him a private cover of the activities soon to keep an eye on. Or maybe I was still hallucinating ? I had taken that acid about 12 hour ago. It should be wearing off. I stopped my drifting mind and focused at the undertaking at hand.

I started thrusting deeper and deeper into the divine mouth of this Goddess. She started to clog up and gag on my pulsating fellow member. My thinker started to cheat on as I thought of tales of sexual brush with God-like entities. I grew fag of this stead and craved to look into the eye of this sexual beast once again. I flipped around and once again, got lost in her eyes. Her forehead was coated with thin level of sweat. She wiped at it and her cute periphery stuck to face.

I started thrusting, deeper and deeper. She clung to my back and I felt her nails digging into my back. nuisance echoed through, but I enjoyed it. She was enjoying it, I could assure. Her tight cunt was throttling my dick. I ploughed through savouring every bit. She rose up and straddled me. Her long, flowing blonde hair flicked over her expression and shimmered in the pale moonlight. Adapting hues of pink and green from the attenuation color of the optical maser from the distant stage.

She did that magical swaying movement with her rosehip that I witnessed her do on the dance floor earlier that night. Her rhythmic movement was taking my cock deeper and thick than it had ever gone before. Finally, my sensual desire took the undecomposed of me and we rolled over to feign the Hellenic billet of animal from many years before us, doggy mode.

I heard a yelp as Lenny was pushed aside by these two love-making animals rolling onto the unconscious soundbox that lay beside us. We both let out a chuckle. I began to stand up and move to a more peaceful area of flatter land. But she held me there and grasped the fully erect member of her unconscious swain. I watched in incredulity as she forced his phallus into her vagina. She turned to me.

"Is that a problem ?"

I had a smirk on my face and quickly inserted my penis into her holiest of sanctum. She let out a yelping as my purple-headed warrior forced his way into the chartless land of her sphincter muscle. I squatted down to a more comfortable post and we continued our titillating adventure with a new addition.

I was almost done. I looked down and saw both our penises moving in absolute harmoniousness into this sexual Diva. I'm sure he would've enjoyed this more if he was conscious. My eye trailed up her back and I focused intently on every muscle, every here and now.

As I continued thrusting, I gazed up at the sky and it appeared to be made out of jelly. The stars swerving and drifting as though it was a meteoroid shower tonight. I was definitely still tripping. Finally, my eyes rested on the trees infront of us. Faces appeared out of the darkness, mouthing strange thing. I heard my gens being called out multiple times, but I convinced myself that these were all figments of my drug-fueled night.

I was about to cum. My intellect started racing at the thoughts of the repercussions of ejaculating inside her. Children, getting married, dropping out of University. I quickly pulled out and blurt. My semen flew and coated the font of the unconscious sex object that we had been using. We both rolled over on the soft grass once again in a ceaseless embrace.

This was definitely the weird sex I had ever had .