I was a freshman in college the first time I tripped. A couple friends and I got our hands on some mushrooms and divvied them up, chewed them for a bit, and washed them down with some orange juice on a pretty gorgeous spring day at our liberal arts college in New England. There were probably 7-8 of us that decided to spend the day together, some of us were closer than others.
There was one girls with us who I didn’t know super well, but she was friends with one of my friends there, and she was clearly down for a good time. She was tall, thin and lean like a rich girl who went to all the right private schools is thin. She had an extremely tight body with cute, perky tits that peeked out from her t-shirt, and her whole vibe was just unbothered and effortlessly beautiful. She wore her long, dark hair in a messy bun, and seemed to be grinning ear to ear every time I saw her. She was flirtatious, cute, and definitely giving me eyes before we started tripping, and I liked how happy and bubbly she was even before we started to lose our minds.
We were running around all over campus, hallucinating, laughing so hard we cried, and literally just rolling around in an open field while the sun beat down on us and the kaleidoscopic visions started to take over. We were deep into the trip about 3 or 4 hours in, and sunset was coming, so a friend of ours suggested we all take it back to his room to hang out and ride the rest of the trip out while we listened to music and had a smoke to take the edge off.
He threw on an album and the rest of us sort of melted into the furniture. I remember I was on the floor with my back against the leg of his bed, and this cute little girl sidled up next to me and put her head on my shoulder. I really didn’t think anything was happening here…we were both still pretty loopy from the trip, but as we got more stoned, I started to get hornier, and it was like she read my mind.
She got up and outstretched her hand. It was pretty obvious what was happening here, to me and to everyone else in the room, but the two of us didn’t really seem to care at that point, and luckily no one there was super hung up on sex or anything—we were all horny teenagers tasting total freedom for the first time, and we were out of our minds on drugs for like 6 hours.
She led me out of my friend’s one room dorm, closed the door behind her, and looked at me with a crazy look in her eye. We started walking down the hall when she pushed me into the shared dorm bathroom. I stood there, disoriented from a combination of the last dregs of the trip and from processing exactly what was about to go down. She walked around me and disappeared behind a curtain of one of the shower stalls, and motioned for me to follow her.
I did. She pressed herself up against me, not kissing me, but letting her hands wander all over me. It occurred to me that she was maybe still feeling the effects of the mushrooms a little more than I was, so I pumped the breaks a little, and asked “are you 100% sure you want to be doing this?” She nodded vigorously, smiling with the tip of her tongue poking out between her teeth while she apparently took this as license to step on the gas. “I’m not going to fuck you, though” she whispered in my ear while she rubbed my stiffening cock over my pants. I could care less—I had the power of an eighth of mushrooms coursing through my brain and the erotic influence of some of the better weed I had tried at that point in my life making every nerve ending on my body totally electric. She seemed to feel the same, as she shuddered when I traced my fingers around the waistline of her tight jeans, taking time to linger around the little gaps between her pelvis and her hip bones.
I reached down between her legs, and I could feel her pulse quickening from the arteries running from her thighs to her abdomen, and the heat literally radiating out of her pussy. In my semi-altered state, I was just in awe, not to mention that I was pretty new to the vigor and spontaneity of college hookups, so this was a pretty potent combination all around. My hands wandered up to her chest, and I went to unhook her bra. She slid each strap off her shoulder and started laughing loudly, which reverberated powerfully off the tiled walls and floors, a reminder of where we were and what we were doing, and she and I both shushed each other in response while we tried to suppress the psychotic giggles of two drug-fueled horny college freshmen.
Once we calmed down a bit, she lifted her shift over her head to reveal her tits. They weren’t huge or anything, but like her, they seemed to just be effortlessly in place without a single noticeable flaw. I grabbed one and traced the circumference of her hard nipple with my tongue, and she threw her head back while she shuddered in pleasure again. She wrapped her arm around my head to pull me closer while I sucked on her tits, and used her free hand to graze the outline of my rock hard dick while our breathing got faster and shallower.
I knew we weren’t going to fuck, but I very much did not care in the moment. I was completely in awe of this girl and how everything she did seemed to stimulate every nerve in my body and make every hair stand on end. I could feel my cock throbbing like a second heartbeat and it was like I could hear the blood flow in my head.
She pushed me back against the cold, tiled wall in the shower, bit her lip as if she were thinking about something, and finally whispered “don’t tell anyone, OK?” Before I could say “tell anyone what?” She dropped to her knees with a look in her eyes that was much more submissive than the confident girl I had just been frantically groping in a shower stall had been. “I’ve only ever done this for boyfriends, so I’m not sure if I’m good at it,” she said apologetically as she undid my belt.
I don’t have some massive horse cock or anything, and I’m relatively tall and skinny, so she was definitely pleasantly surprised when she finally got my cock out. She stared at it for a second, and then looked up at me as she wrapped her fingers around it to slowly stroke me, as if I was somehow going to get even harder. I could have cum then and there from the way she locked eyes with mine as she teased me with her soft hand, but I knew I had to fight the sensory overload to enjoy this as long as I could.
She opened her mouth slightly, with her tongue resting on her lower lip as she pulled the tip of my cock closer to her mouth. I could feel her hot breath on me before she slowly licked the opening of my dick. She backed away after the first lick, with a thin line of precum as a bridge between her mouth and my swollen dick. She licked her lips, then her hand, and then grabbed my shaft more forcefully as she guided my cock back into her mouth.
This is the point where I knew the “I’m not sure I’m good at it” thing was a fucking lie. Like all private school girls, this girl obviously had plenty of practice, and definitely knew how to put on a show. That, or she was genuinely enjoying the sensation of my dick sliding between her lips, into her mouth, and grazing the back of her throat while she stroked me into oblivion. She was playing with her pussy while she owned me, quickly strumming her clit and taking the time to make sure she got off while she serviced me.Her eyes closed and she moaned quietly while she sucked me, and I knew I was not long for this world.
I was breathing harder now—in and out through my nose—as she teased me with her tongue and hand. “Just not in my face or hair” she said to me. I nodded and my eyes closed, and I could feel my right leg literally starting to shake involuntarily as she picked up the pace. She pulled out all the stops already, and now she settled into a more consistent, faster, harder rhythm. “I’m going to cum” I grunted between breaths, and she looked up at me and said “Cum. Cum for me.” Bobbing her head up and down and stroking me faster and harder until I took a deep breath. She knew I was an INSTANT away from the edge, and for the first time, she took me all the way into her throat, nose pressed against my pubic bone, and took what felt like the biggest load of my life directly down her esophagus. She gulped with each rope, and I felt her throat contracting around my dick, which only made me cum more, harder.
As the final waves of full body orgasmic bliss subsided, she sucked me softly to make sure there was absolutely nothing left in me. Once we were both content that I was totally spent, she backed off of me, sniffed heavily and wiped her mouth with the back of her wrist, proudly laughing at how she totally turned me into a sweaty shell of myself with a world-beating blowjob.
We left the dorms and held hands as we walked toward town. It was a short walk to a Mexican restaurant where we got margaritas and talked for a couple hours as we finally exited our post-hallucinogenic haze, and spent the night together at her dorm watching movies until the early morning, spooning and massaging each other as we drifted off to sleep.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/o6dan7/my_first_shroom_blowjob
Miss those college days