Hedonistic Hippy Weekend

***By now standard disclaimer: this story contains lots of pissing, unwashed bodies, drinking, marijuana use, and general filth and debauchery. Oh and I get fisted. Also, this is pretty long. You have been warned.***

Shortly after college I (M) was seeing a few different kinky fuckbuddies. One was Meg, a true hippy – free love, crunchy vegetarian, never shaved, didn’t wear deodorant kinda girl. She was great to hang out with, the kind of unpretentious non-judgemental person that you can immediately click with and feel like you’ve known for years even if you’ve just met them an hour ago. She was also really hot and absolutely amazing in the sack (and in the park, and against the tree, and in the car… you get the idea). Usually we’d just get together for a night or full day, but we kept talking about making a proper event out of a full weekend.

We finally get our schedules to align and she shows up at my place on a Friday evening. Meg’s wearing a threadbare old t-shirt that makes it incredibly obvious her small but perky tits are bra-less, a plain but cute skirt that shows off her hairy legs, and old beat-up flip flops. We hug and I get a strong whiff of girl-stink. She definitely hasn’t showered today and probably not for a few days. Not that I can really talk. I’d showered that morning before work but it was a hot day and I’d gone for a run after I got home and was still wearing my running shorts and tank top. But that was how we liked it.

We get inside the door, she jumps on my back and I carry her piggy back style up to my room. She’s light and easy to toss around, something I take advantage of as soon as the door is closed, throwing her onto my futon. Her sandals fly off and skirt flies up as she lands, the fabric nicely framing her hirsute cunt.

Now, a hairy unwashed pussy is something I can’t resist, and I immediately drop down and start working my tongue up and down her pussy lips, lapping up stale sweat, pussy juice, and left over piss. I inhale deeply and relish in the assault of stink hitting my nostrils. Her pussy was wet before I even started doing anything and now she’s absolutely soaking. I focus my tongue on her clit while sinking two fingers deep in her, feeling her pussy walls clench around them. Never a quiet girl she’s already moaning, encouraging me to finger her harder and tongue her faster. With the barest of warnings she releases a flood over me as she cums, her body pulsing and crotch bucking on my fingers. My tank top, already damp with sweat, is now soaked in squirt.

I strip my shorts off and rub my jockstrap-clad cock up and down her glistening hairy slit. The grey fabric darkens a shade as it absorbs her recently released cum.

“Fuck my nasty cunt with your dirty undies”, her chirpy tone slightly at odds with her vocabulary. But then, Meg’s always been a very happy dirty slut, never into the degrading side of kink, just turned on by filth and depravity.

Of course I comply and slide my cock, jock and all, into her sopping pussy. Next thing I know she gives a grunt and lets out a stream of piss. If my jock was wet before it’s fully drenched now, clinging to my cock and balls and dark grey. I let the warm pee soak in for a few seconds then pull out.

“You know you have to tell me when you’re about to do that!”, I jokingly scold, my mouth diving for her fountain.

“I like watching you jump for it”, she laughs back. I get my face down in her stream and just as I start slurping some up she giggles and pushes out a more forceful stream that splashes my whole face. My face dripping I get a good mouthful, tilt my head back and gargle her piss, then spit it all out over her chest. Her thin shirt immediately becomes see through and her nipples look like they could poke through the fabric at any moment.

“You can’t waste it like that!” she tells me. “Quick, get some more piss. I want to taste it!”

When she’s right she’s right, and I quickly get another mouthful from her finally dwindling stream. Climbing up her body we proceed to pass her piss back and forth in an extremely sloppy make-out session. Our faces are a complete mess of piss and saliva when we finally break. Panting a bit, we decide we need a drink and a smoke. We each take a beer from my mini-fridge which quickly turns into a chugging contest… and then we take turns seeing who can burp longer and louder. Class acts we are not!

I get my bong out and we both take a few hits. We’re at that giggly stage where everything seems like a good idea, so i take a bigger hit than normal then proceed to blow the smoke into her pussy. I have no idea how much actually gets in her, but she proceeds to rip a huge wet queef and we both collapse into a fit of laughter. I stay between her legs licking her pussy and savoring the aroma of my dirty and aroused friend while she sits back and finishes the bong.

We each polish off another beer and I burp and announce that I need a piss. She lays back on the futon, spreads her legs and lifts her skirt to expose her pussy then puts her hands behind her head.

“Anywhere you like, as long as it’s on me!”

I stand up and feel like I’m absolutely towering over her. Meg’s a little 5’0″ thing anyway while I’m well over 6′, but lying below me like that the effect is definitely magnified. I pull my jock pouch to one side and let my cock fall out, then pull back my foreskin. She’s making happy humming noises in anticipation. After a brief pause (I can piss half hard, but it takes some concentration) I let go with an absolute waterfall. It first lands on her torso, but then I direct the stream so it’s thundering down on her spread pussy, which elicits shrieks of delight. Thank goodness the housemates are gone for the weekend! Then I slowly work up the rest of her body, giving plenty of attention to both nipples which are showing as firm peaks beneath her ruined shirt. Finally I get up to her wide open mouth. I fill it once and she takes a huge gulp, then a second time which she lets overflow and run down her cheeks. She spits a fountain in the air which just serves to drench her hair, splayed out on the mattress behind her.

My stream comes to an end and I shake my cock more out of habit than anything, spraying a few final drops over her. She’s now in a puddle of our combined piss; the sheets are drenched, but waterproof mattress protector has clearly been doing its thing. She giggles then slaps her hands a few times in the pools by her thighs and butt where she sinks into the futon the most.

“Better now?” she asks, practically winking at me.

“Much!” I respond, upon which she practically interrupts me.

“Good! I need you to fuck me!”

“Patience you little slut! It’s hotter than my balls in here and I’m gonna need to open a window.” I respond, dropping my jock to the floor.

My place didn’t have an A/C and it had been a hot sunny day. Even though it was the evening the room must have been in the 80s and I was sweating a bunch already. I basically straddle Meg, one knee either side of her shoulders, to reach the window and push it up. She takes advantage of my momentary distraction and slides her mouth around my cock. My hands are on the windowsill, a fantastic gust of fresh air hitting my face, and Meg has my cock in her mouth down to the shaft, her nose buried in my ripe pubic hair. A blissful look is on her face and I’m fully hard and throbbing now.

I gently pull back my dick from my friend’s mouth reminding her that we both like it when I leave a big load of cum in her pussy. She’s somewhat cock drunk by now and just gets out a ‘yes please’.

“Think you can say quiet while I fuck you?” I ask.

“No definitely not!”, she responds with quite some enthusiasm.

“Haha ok then”, and with that, I pull my sweaty, piss and squirt soaked tank top off. I get it into a long twist, wring it out a bit over her upturned mouth, then bring the middle of the shirt rope down into her mouth like a bit while a hold the ends, one in each fist. This has the added benefit of not just gagging her but also holding her head down tight against the futon. As much as I like loud sex, we both know her shrieks can bring unwanted attention to us!

She’s already moaning slightly as I position my cock between her legs at her slit. I slowly rub up and down and the moaning increases as I tease her. I give it a few more moments and, when she starts shooting daggers at me with her eyes, finally slide all the way in to her with one swift motion, her well lubed and well used cunt taking my dick effortlessly until our pelvises grind together. I grunt and establish a rhythm, nearly pulling all the way out then slamming back into my pinned friend. Between my grunting and her moaning we aren’t exactly quiet, but with her gagged by my soaked shirt no one’s gonna call the police at least! There’s a fantastic wet sound every time we come together, partially because her pussy is sopping wet, partially because we’re fucking in a literal puddle of fluid. I’m starting to add to it with sweat, dripping onto her face and the t-shirt she’s still somehow wearing.

There’s a grunt from her and I feel warmth at my crotch. I’m not sure if she’s pissing or squirting and I don’t care, it’s just a huge turn on. I let my tank top that I’ve been holding her down with til now go, and instead grab the neck of her shirt, ripping it from neck to waist as I snarl like an animal. I immediately have one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking hard enough to leave marks. I wrap one arm around her waist while the other is on her neck and shoulder, giving me the leverage I need as I continue to thrust in her. As expected, her moaning is getting loud and becoming quite a yell, so I cover her mouth with mine with a hand around the back of her neck. We make out violently and furiously and I know I can’t hold back much longer. A few more thrusts are all I can manage before I’m pulsing deep in her pussy.

She gives me a moment to recover then is wriggling out from under me. We both know what comes next, and I quickly take her place, lying down in the huge wet spot as she straddles my face with her legs and lowers her freshly fucked pussy down to my mouth. I greedily lick and slurp at her soaked hole as my cum oozes out. Once she’s confident I have a mouthful she gets down and lays on top of me and we make out, starting slowly and trading cum back and forth scooping it with our tongues as we snowball, building in intensity til we’re sucking face in the purest description of the term. Finally we break and lie apart slightly, breathing with the intensity of people who have just cum.

I get the bong ready for another round, take a hit and pass it. Meg pulls her skirt off, then stretches her legs out, crossing her ankles and pointing her toes in a purposeful way. I exhale and reposition myself at the foot of the bed. Her never shaved legs end in equally hairy feet and toes, stained with thousands of miles of dirt and filth – she prides herself on barely ever wearing shoes, and only wearing filp flops when she absolutely has to. Her feet smell, but in our current state it’s that intoxicating stink of animal attraction that hits my nose. She wriggles her feet while taking a huge hit and holding it as my mouth surrounds her dirty, hairy big toe. My tongue swirls around it as she exhales a huge cloud of smoke with a deep moan. I take her foot in my hand as I lick first the sole, then in between each toe. She’s still holding the bong, but as I suck on her pinky toe one hand slides between her legs and her head rolls back. Sometimes I swear her clit must be connected to her toes with how much this always turns her on. I continue sucking her toes back up to her big toe, then switch feet. The thought crosses my mind that a periodic tongue bath like this may be the only reason her feet don’t turn completely black! She’s rapidly fingering herself towards orgasm as I suck even more strongly, hands massaging the foot my mouth isn’t attending to. With a small cry she cums, a small fountain of squirt just hitting me before a smaller gush adds to the puddle between her legs. I lick my way up her furry legs and lap up some of the liquid pooled at her pussy for good measure, before lying next to her. We take a few more hits and cuddle while watching something stupid on TV.

By now it’s getting later and we’re getting higher and haven’t had dinner, so we call up the local pizza place for delivery. With one cheese and another pineapple and mushroom on the way we play rock paper scissors to see who’s going to go down to answer the door and she loses. The doorbell rings and she jumps up, nude, and with a look over her shoulder to stick her tongue out at me, she picks up the first shirt of mine from the floor – a white undershirt. She pulls it over her sweaty, piss and cum soaked body and scampers out of the room. Granted, she’s small enough that it does indeed cover her ass, but with how wet most of her body is I get an excellent view of her butt cheeks and I’m sure the delivery guy will get quite a good look! I hear a few laughs from downstairs and the door closes and she’s back up in my room with the pizzas. It’s a great look on her, but leaves nothing to the imagination! She hands me the pizzas, pulls the shirt off, and gets back on the soaked futon with me.

We crack more beers and start chowing down on the pizza. We knock out half the cheese in what feels like no time and chug through our beers. While I’m getting replacements from the minifridge I hear Meg grab another slice.

“Hey Josh, look! Who says I never wear deodorant?”

My filthy friend is rubbing a greasy slice of pizza into one armpit, then the other.

“Meg, you better never fucking change.” I respond, handing her a beer.

She holds the pizza slice she’s just rubbed on her pits in her mouth while she opens the can, then takes a huge gulp exposing a mouthful of half-chewed food, some beer spilling out of her mouth. Swallowing she makes a show of sniffing her armpit.

“Ahhhhhhh fresh as a daisy!” she exclaims.

“Fresh as a daisy on a compost heap”, I respond, but simultaneously move next to her and bury my nose in her extremely hairy armpit. I breath in the stink of her girl sweat now mixed with grease, cheese, and sauce and can’t help but stick my tongue out and lick. She leans her pit into my mouth and lets out a few small moans while I swirl my tongue around in her hair.

We eat and drink a bit more when Meg matter of factly announces she’s going to piss. She stands up on the futon, pizza slice in one hand, beer can in the other, spreads her legs, lets out a big burp, and unleashes a waterfall. Plenty gets on me, though it’s not clear that she’s really aiming – more swaying back and forth, apparently mesmerized by the puddle she’s creating and the droplets splashing everywhere. She finishes, and shakes her hips a bit, which only serves to send a few droplets that were stuck to her pubes flying but leaves plenty of piss still on her. She then proceeds to wipe the pizza slice up and down her crotch, leaving grease and cheese behind and presumably getting plenty of piss and crotch sweat on the slice. She has a mischievous look on her face.

“Present for you”, she says in a chirpy as hell voice, handing me the slice and sits down again.

Always happy to play along, I simply reply with a thanks and proceed to run my tongue from the tip of the slice to the crust. It’s not too bad, cheese and girl funk topped pizza! At least, not when you’re tipsy, horny, and high. I fairly quickly demolish the slice while she laughs and drinks her beer, absent-mindedly twirling her long pubes between her fingers.

“How about you let me give that dirty cunt a tongue bath?”

“What, with your filthy mouth? You’ll only make it filthier!” Meg replies, while at the same time spreading her legs further and pulling my head to her pussy. My nose is again enveloped in a cacophony of smells from her cocooning pubes while my tongue runs up and down her slit from her clit to vag. I make slow circles around her clit and both of our breathing intensifies as her pussy becomes increasingly wet. She’s pulling my head into her groin fiercely as I slide first one, then two, then three fingers into her sodden cunt and begin stroking her pussy walls for all I’m worth. The window is still open but it’s late and we’re long past caring who might hear us as her moans escalate accented by an occasional grunt from me. She reaches a crescendo as a familiar warmth floods my mouth and hand, her squirt gushing from her with a loud hiss as she cums. She’s still shaking as I gently extricate my fingers, then slide up behind her and spoon her while her coital shaking subsides.

If I were romantic I’d say we passed out then in each others arms and yadda yadda. In reality, after a short while we put on more stupid TV, smoked another bong, had a beer chugging competition, had some extremely sloppy drunk stoned sex, and finally passed out in a heap as the sky was just beginning to lighten.

-Saturday-

We both eventually wake up when the temperature starts getting oppressive and the light is streaming in the window – so it must have been a little while after noon. I’m sweating from the heat, that thick, sticky muggy sweat, and I can tell Meg is too. We both groan a bit about the sun, but neither of us complains about the sweat, or the piss-soaked futon, or the pizza slices that somehow made it onto the bed. Meg pulls the curtain across the window to block out the worst of the sun and starts making coffee while I prep a hookah that was a recent addition to my weed set up. I complete the setup with a generous sprinkle of pot in the tobacco and get the coal heated just as enough coffee has brewed to get us a mup each. Meg hands me a cup and I trade her the hookah hose, exhaling a cloud as I thank her. We smoke, drink our second cups of coffee, and munch on cold pizza while flipping through channels and talking about how we really should have bought more food!

Inevitably the coffee does it’s thing and we look at each other and almost simultaneously announce that we have to piss. We get in a side by side 69 and I immediately lose control. I feel warm piss running down my thigh so I know Meg isn’t getting all of it, but judging by the slurping I hear she’s getting a lot! A few moments later and a golden trickle starts flowing from Meg’s bush so I press my face forward. She obligingly spreads her legs to give me better access, then once my open mouth is seated on her pussy she clamps her thighs together. I’m pinned with my nose in her thick rug of pubes while my mouth is quickly filling with rank coffee piss. As soon as the sour taste hits my tongue my cock hardens and I hear Meg giggle while she adds a little pressure to both her thigh hold and her stream. Just before my mouth overflows I take a huge gulp of the strong urine, erection now fully hard. Meg starts licking my cock while talking: I can tell it’s dirty talk and she’s telling me how filthy I am for getting turned on by her nasty strong pee, but I only get every few words since my ears are held tight against hairy thighs! I’m barely able to breathe and my whole face is getting soaked in piss but I keep gulping until her stream finally comes to an end. She has one additional bit of fun in store and lets out a loud wet fart while my head is still clamped between her thighs, then finally letting up.

I’m sure my face must have looked all kinds of messed up, and Meg bursts out laughing as I extricate my head from her legs. I start to object, but she just points at my clearly aroused cock, as if to show it can’t be all that bad if I’m so turned on. She has a point! She also immediately starts sucking my cock again, and damn is she good. For a bit of payback I have her sit up and fuck her face. She takes my cock like a champ and soon strings of spit are running from the bottom of my balls down her body as I use her throat. Her eyes looking up at me from her completely trashed face are enough to put me over the edge and I tell her I’m about to cum. I pull out from her face and my first rope mostly goes in her open mouth, but the rest of my cum sprays pretty much everywhere. Mostly her body, but also her face, her hair, the wall, futon, and pillows. As my hardon subsides I give her a massage where the “lotion” is piss and cum, both of us revelling in the state we’re in.

We have another cup of the coffee while continuing to add coals and smoke the hookah. I can tell we both have that nice active buzz going, a sweet spot of caffeinated and high. We joke about just how hot it is and I make an offhand comment about how it’s good we have our piss pool on the futon. Meg rolls around a few times on the soaked mattress and then suddenly looks at me with a serious (for her) look in her eyes.

“We haven’t pissed anywhere but on here. Neither of us, right?”

I take a minute and then it dawns on me that she’s right. I nod to her.

“Well then fuck it, the rest of the weekend, we’re only allowed to piss on the bed. Deal?”

It’s not as though 36 hours more of piss are gonna make a damn bit of difference to the longevity of the mattress (yes, it ended up going to the dump not long after this!) and it sounds fun, so I quickly agree. Meg seems very happy about this, wiggling her ass attractively in the piss puddle while taking a draw from the hookah pipe.

We continue smoking and slowly drinking beers while binge watching a TV show. I’m sitting leaning against the wall while Meg is sitting between my legs leaning against my chest. It’s hot and maybe normal people would want to be separate to stay cooler, but we’re both comfortable sitting there sweating and soaking in each other’s aroma. Plus the pool of pee we’re sitting in has cooled and it’s almost like we’re sitting in an indoor paddling pool. Meg starts another draw from the pipe, but then gives a small grunt and I hear a noise that’s not the bubbles from the hookah. I quickly realize that she’s adding to the puddle, just before she giggles and lets out a long, very bubbly fart. I get an instant hardon, partly because I’m reminded just how few fucks she gives, and partly because of how her pissy fart bubbles feel on my balls that are inches from her ass crack. She giggles louder this time, putting down the pipe and putting her hands on my legs to lift herself up. She rubs her hairy wet ass on my dick, then arches her back so she can slide her pussy on it. She slowly lowers herself back down, so now she’s sitting on my cock which is perfectly nestled between her pussy lips, my head slightly in front of her hole. She drains her can of beer, another grunt, and I feel the warmth of her piss on my dick as she empties her bladder.

I’m insanely turned on at this point, but also bursting. I finish my beer and my erection subsides just enough for me to piss. Still between her legs, I must have hit a good spot because she immediately moans and gyrates ever so slightly as I let my stream out, her head tilting back as her volume increases. As I finish pissing I sink my teeth into her exposed neck and she grinds her pussy on my cock. Two seconds later and my erection has fully hardened with a vengeance and her cunt slides over it with no resistance at all. This has now turned into the wettest, filthiest lap dance ever. She shows off her yoga skills and raises a leg practically to her head as she spins around to face me. I lay down fully on the soaked futon and begin bucking her up and down as she rides me, each thrust coming back down to the bed with a splash as we crash back down into our piss. A few more minutes of this and the inevitable happens, balls emptying into her hippy cunt as my cock pulses over and over again. She leans down to kiss me, tits brushing my chest and sweat dripping from her head onto my face. We make out like that for a while, my cock slowly softening inside her, both of us oblivious to everything but the sweaty body we’re pressing against.

We eventually get up, Meg slowly pulling her pussy up off my cock which leaves a solid creampie dripping from her snatch. Laughing I lick my cum off her pubes then we make out some more, swapping the musky cum as we do. Neither of us has showered or brushed our teeth in over a day, we’re both covered in piss and sex-sweat, and the temperature in the room must be 90F if not more. I’m at that point where I know we objectively must absolutely reek, but also where our collective stink is just a turn on.

“Food! I want food!” My unwashed friend snaps back to her perpetually bouncy state. “And then I want to get drunk, and then I want to get fucked up!”

“With cock or weed?” is my somewhat predictable reply.

“Yes,” she replies with an eye roll and sticking her tongue out.

We order Chinese food, and way too much. While we’re waiting on the delivery we have another beer (though I know she has her eye on a whiskey bottle for after dinner) and I get a monster gravity bong from my closet. I basically only ever use it for parties or when I really want to get completely wasted, but Meg has known about it for a while and made me promise we’d do hits from it together. It’s made out of one of those huge plastic pretzel barrels with the bottom cut out, and then at the top I’ve added a gatorade bottle reservoir for ice. In the cap of the gatorade bottle there’s an old socket from a wrench set that holds a solid amount of pot. We put this whole contraption in a small desk-side trash can filled with water just as the doorbell rings. She jumps up and grabs the same shirt from the night before and tosses it over her. It still leaves nothing to the imagination and she’s in even more of a state than she was Friday night, an obvious hickey on her neck and completely bedraggled hair (though I suppose it’s not immediately obvious how much of that is cum). She’s back fairly quickly, with none of the laughing banter of the night before, and she drops the delivery bags on the floor and hurries to the window where she makes a show of stripping of the shirt in front of it.

“I’m pretty sure the prude of a driver didn’t approve, so I’m giving them a show,” she says by way of explanation while caressing her perky tits. It’s dark out but the lights in the room are well dimmed so I have no idea what the delivery person sees. The car drives away and Meg seems satisfied enough as we each crack a beer while chowing down on lo mein and orange tofu. I also take the opportunity to lower the blinds and close the window! Predictably, while we demolish the beers, it barely looks like we’ve made a dent in the food. We both seem to push our takeout containers away simultaneously.

“Booze or bong?” I ask.

She eyes the miraculously as-yet unopened fifth of Jack Daniels on my fridge. “Shot, beer, then bong.” Always with the good ideas, this one.

I know I have shot glasses somewhere, but I can’t be bothered to look for them and tell her so. With a shrug Meg cracks the top of the bottle and takes a couple big chugs, then passes to me. I do the same, then we chase with a can of beer each. I was tipsy before this, so I know I’ll be well on my way to drunk in a few minutes and if Meg weren’t so damn good at holding her liquor I would have assumed she’d be approaching half-past wasted! But no, her ever chipper voice pipes up again as she tosses her crumpled can across the floor.

“Bong time! Fuck me up, Josh!”

I mean, how do you say no to that?

I fill the gatorade bottle at the top of the gravity bong with ice, screw the cap on, then pour the entire contents of my grinder into the socket. I flick the lighter and hold the gatorade bottle steady while Meg puts two hands on the pretzel tub. As I touch the flame to the weed Meg slowly lifts and the whole contraption fills with thick smoke. Just before the cutoff bottom of the tub would leave the water she stops and I set down the lighter after tamping out the embers. I carefully unscrew the gatorade bottle cap as Meg hovers nearby, ready. As I remove the cap Meg exhales, then clamps her mouth around the bottle, breathing in while following the bucket down as she inhales the smoke. I’m always impressed by her lung capacity, but even so she only makes it about halfway down before pausing and putting her hand over to seal the bottle. She holds the smoke in, chest thrust out from trying to expand her capacity to the max, then finally slowly breathes out and up, a human chimney. A few breaths of slightly less smokey air and she repeats the performance, finishing off the full container in this second attempt. The lids of her eyes look like they’re sagging slightly as she turns to me, with a slightly less chirpy voice.

“Ok, your turn!”

We repeat the steps, almost to the letter. The billowy smoke is fantastic filtered through the ice, making the hit almost smooth. Still I only get through a bit over half; I’ve never met anyone who could finish this gravity bong in a single shot. Finishing up the second half I blow a slow stream of the smoke in Meg’s face. She has the look of someone seriously high, closing her eyes and breathing in. I know I’m about to join her, my head already starting to feel gloriously detached from reality. She had been sitting cross legged next to me on the futon, and now lays back from that position, into the pool of wetness we’ve been making for two days now. A big, stoned smile on her face, she splashes some of the piss onto her naked torso, then uses her hands to propel herself backwards so she’s fully on the bed. She spreads her legs and slaps the the puddle on the bed either side of her waist with both hands. That’s all the invitation I need, and I slide up the filthy soaked bed onto her filthy soaked body.

Time seems to cease to have meaning and simply passes in a stoney haze. My arms are either side of her head as our lips touch, then her hands are either side of my waist guiding me towards her pussy. Her slit is so soaked and slick that I’m able to slide in with barely any resistance and our bodies fuse; the combination of alcohol and pot making it impossible to tell where one sensation begins and another ends. Our tongues entwine over and over as we slowly fuck, bodies moving to some cosmic rhythm we’re only half aware of. I have no idea how long this goes on for and I’m sure Meg doesn’t either; the sensation is fantastic and I just want it to keep going. Meg shifts her hips slightly and then wraps her legs around my waist while I slide my arms under her shoulders trapping her in a huge bear hug. We continue our slow, entranced, rhythmic fucking, but now with the change in angle new sensations come into play. I have more sensation along the full length of my cock now, and Meg also seems to notice a shift. Til now we’d been silent, but slowly little moans start escaping from both of us and our tongues become more purposeful in each other’s mouths. Our pace picks up slightly, the slats of the futon start creaking slightly with the increased motion. I begin making a conscious effort to slide every millimeter of my cock out and back in Meg’s pussy, and I could swear she’s clenching and unclenching with every thrust and pull. Our bodies are pressed together, every inch of skin possible touching, her legs and both of our arms squeezing tighter, when towards the end of one thrust a small cry escapes from Meg’s lips.

“I’m cumming!”

As I complete the stroke and begin to pull out I know I’m not far off either. Her legs unclench slightly and the change in resistance is just enough that my cock pulls clear of her pussy, immediately followed by a gush of warm squirt. The heated fluid coats my crotch, cock, and balls but I immediately slide back into her gaping hole even more sure of how immediate my release will be. The gushing resumes with my next out-stroke, and I make one final thrust as my balls tighten and the head of my cock shoots cum deep into her pussy. I pulse with orgasm as my semen empties into her while her pussy continues to release a slow stream of squirt. The two of us are panting as I collapse fully onto her, my face now buried in the mess of hair gathered between her neck and shoulder. We lay like that for a while, then finally stir.

I roll off her and slowly sit up. Meg pushes herself up so she’s propped up against the wall. We’re both pretty lethargic, partially due to it being late but far more down to how much we’ve smoked and drunk.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” I say. “Is this fucked up enough for you? I’m definitely feeling it!”

“Hehe yeah, this is pretty good!” Meg still sounds chipper, but definitely on the high side of things. “But I wanna keep going… unless you aren’t up for it?” Eyebrows arched, the challenge is unmistakeable.

Now, among my many faults is a general inability to resist a challenge. Friends know this about me, and have definitely used it for their amusement. I’ve done some pretty dumb shit when drunk or stoned and someone challenges or dares me to do something, so Meg knew exactly what she was doing here.

“Booze or pot?” is my only response. We both are looking pretty out of it, so it’s no surprise when she asks for beer first.

I open the fridge to find that we’ve emptied it. No wonder I’m feeling so plastered! Being the helpful guy I am I toss the still mostly full fifth of Jack onto the futon within Meg’s reach and walk towards my closet where I’ve got another case of beer. It’ll be warm, but we’re way past caring about that now. I pick up the case and start to walk back to the futon. Meg’s got the bottle cap unscrewed and is mid-gulp. She’s sitting in the middle of the mattress, which right now means she’s sitting in a literal puddle of filth. Mostly piss, but there’s a fair amount of squirt, cum, sweat, and beer in there too. Her normally wavy hair is matted and mussed, much like her bush, and her leg hair has streaks in it from where a particularly heavy stream of fluid has made a channel. There are beer cans all over the place, and the gravity bong, hookah, and bong all off to the side of the bed. The air is heavy, partly from the humidity of the day but more so with weed smoke and our sweat. It’s a fairly small room and we’ve had the windows shut for a while, so there’s definitely an element of hotboxing. I put the beer case down at the foot of the futon, grab a couple cans, and straighten back up, inhaling heavily.

“Ahhhhh smells like a good weekend,” I say to Meg, passing her a beer can. She cracks it and takes a swallow to chase the Jack, then passes me the bottle of whiskey.

She makes a show of breathing in too as I take a few gulps of the brown liquid followed by my own beer.

“I dunno… this all smells pretty clean and sterile to me. Let’s see if we can do something about it.” She gets this preposterous statement out while almost keeping a straight face, but then dissolves into a giggling fit immediately afterwards. I laugh too and drop down to the bed next to her.

“Oh absolutely. Too fresh and clean for my liking too. We can fix that.” I give her nearest armpit a long sniff, the body odor fumes wafting over me. It’s that amazing layered stink of fresh and stale sweat, piss, weed, and god knows whatever else, but it’s utterly intoxicating to me. I lick the damp, matted, slightly slimy pubes of her pit, causing an immediate moan from my friend.

Before going too far down that road I pull away from her and we pack the bong again while drinking another warm beer each. We pass back and forth trading hits, all the while adding to the smoke in the room. The bong is definitely starting to get a bit harsher; we’ve given it some hard use and I admit I’m not the most fastidious about cleaning it. The water is pretty green and there are definitely bud and ash particles in it. Meg kills the bowl, then pull it out and sets it off to the side. I’m kinda confused, but also stoned as fuck by now so I just watch. She gives the opening a sniff, then with a wink at me, Meg raises the bong up above her upturned face and starts pouring out the bong water. First she fills her mouth and lets it pour out down her chin, then she finishes by aiming up and over her head, soaking her hair. I’m shocked, but also getting hard. She gargles what’s left of the bong water in her mouth, then lowers her face and lets it all drip down her chin, setting the bong to the side as she does so.

“You crazy freak!” I yell, now fully hard and moving toward her. She just starts laughing, first a giggle, then full, body-shaking laughs. I reach her and push her backwards as her legs spread to invite me in. She finally stops laughing as I press my mouth over hers as I easily slide my cock into her very loose and sloppy pussy. Her mouth tastes rank from the nasty bong water, but it only makes me hornier. I have a good slow rhythm going, appropriate for how stoned we both are, and she stretches her arms above her head exposing her bushy and filthy pit hair. I can’t resist, and immediately switch from making out with her to licking her armpits, my tongue swirling around the matted sweaty fur. Meg begins moaning, volume increasing the deeper my tongue gets through her bushy pubes. I switch to her other armpit, lapping at and even sucking on her never-shaved hair and her volume increases still further. She’s running her hands through the hair on her head now, gripping and pulling in ecstasy. I’ve increased the pace now, and am pounding into her cunt with nearly as much ferocity as earlier in the day. She clearly has other ideas though.

“Fuck… fuck… fuck my ass! I want you to fuck my ass!”

Despite being the freak she is, we don’t often do anal. However when we do we’re usually both well fucked up and of course I never turn down a willing ass. I immediately pull my thoroughly pussy-slicked cock from Meg’s twat and press my head against her shithole.

“You ready?”

“Of course I’m fucking ready! Fuck my damn ass already and get your mouth back in my armpit and stop asking dumb questions!” She’s pretty forward and mouthy when she’s fucked up and turned on!

Of course I immediately comply, my initial thrust into her ass met with a loud “fuuuuuuck yes!” from my friend, my tongue back in her filthy armpit. She lowers her other arm and her hand moves to her clit which she begins rubbing furiously. Normally I would have cum already from the sheer hotness of Meg’s depravity, but I’ve already cum so many times today that I just keep pounding her tight asshole. Her moaning has become a wail of lust and I pull up from her armpit only because she lowers that arm as well, both her hands now groping her crotch. She continues rubbing her clit with one while sliding all her fingers of her other hand into her gaping pussy. I adjust my position as well, now more upright between her legs, a hand under each knee both spreading and supporting. This gives me both better access to get even deeper thrusts in her asshole as well as giving me a better view! Meg’s head is thrown back and she’s now literally drooling as she furiously works her pussy while I continue to plow her ass. I’m able to adjust my angle slightly, and know I’m hitting the front of her ass, pushing into her cunt. I’m not sure if it’s this change or just the inevitable result of her merciless assault on her own lady parts, but within a few moments a complete gusher erupts from her pussy. Always impressive, her stream is particularly forceful and hits me square in the upper chest. I can’t resist – I lower my face, catching plenty in my mouth and getting a good hosing all over. Her fountain diminishes slightly, first to my stomach then coating my cock and balls. I lean forward with my next thrust and take the opportunity to empty my mouth, spitting everything I could catch over my friend’s pulsing orgasmic body.

A second gusher erupts, clearly not squirt this time, as Meg pisses in post-orgasm bliss. The warmth on my crotch is enough to put me over the edge and I begin pumping yet another load into Meg, though the first in her ass. The sensation is fantastic and I hold her legs apart for a while still, basking in the waves of orgasm as my cum shoots into her. My cock eventually softens and I slowly pull out, both of us sighing in tandem as I leave her hole. A small string of cum dribbles out of her ass. Utterly intoxicated with both substances and lust, I can’t help but run my tongue over her asshole, slurping up the cum and giving her a mini rimjob for good measure. I continue licking upwards, running my tongue over her taint and up her now completely wrecked pussy, before laying on top of her and making out, our tongues making a filthy swirl as we kiss til we passed out.