"God, no! I've heard about them, though."
"Well, we have some. Gary knows somebody who grows them, and he gives me a few every year at Christmastime. I think we have enough to give everybody a buzz. Are you game?"
I looked at Elly, who was nodding vigorously. "Emily, you should try it, even if it's only once!"
"I don't know. It's like a mind drug, isn't it? Like acid?"
"It's mind and body."
"Do people have bad trips? I've heard about them."
"Not likely," Paul said. "We won't be taking that much, and bad trips are almost always the result of unfriendly environments. You can't get a friendlier environment than this, with people you love all around you."
I looked at Jessie and Jeff. "Have you guys tried it?"
They nodded. "Dad gave us some last Christmas," Jeff said. "It was great. You should try it, Emily."
"So ... do you smoke it? I don't do needles, you know."
"Oh, you don't use needles. You could smoke it, but it's better if you just eat it."
"Or drink it," Sara said. "What we do is chop them up in a blender, add some milk and ice cream, and make a milkshake."
"You guys wouldn't steer me wrong, would you?"
Elly got up and kissed me, and said, "Emily, we would never, never do that. Trust us."
So I did. And that was the beginning of the wildest Christmas I ever had. Also the horniest. When they said it was both mind and body, they weren't kidding!
Sara made the milkshakes, and we each drank a glass and sat back in the hot tub to let it take effect. My first impression was that objects seem to glow. Sara got out of the tub, lit a dozen candles, and placed them around the hot tub. Then she lit some incense, turned down the lights, and slipped back into the tub. Her nipples seemed to be longer, and pinker, than usual. Was that the effect of the drug on her? Or on me?
Elly, slut that she was, started masturbating right there in the water as soon as she felt the drug kick in. Then she gave me a sultry smile. I started getting horny, too, and I played with my cunt lips. Wow! It was like every time I touched them, my body struck a chord. I pinched my nipples, and there was another chord. I felt like a guitar, vibrating from the sound. I touched my clittie, and the chord went all the way from my toes to my ears. I looked at Jessie. She was rolling her nipples back and forth with her thumbs and forefingers, her eyes were shut tight, and there was a shit-eating grin on her face. Soon everybody's hands were at their crotches, and then on everybody else's crotches.
Before I knew it, we were in two trios, with each threesome groping each other. Jeff and Elly and I formed one, and Paul and his wife and daughter the other. To my surprise, Paul and Jessie were fondling each other like lovers, and Sara was hugging them both. I could not tear my eyes away from Jessie's perfect breasts, now being kneaded by Paul and Sara. Her nips were sticking out almost as much as her mother's did, dark and plump on swollen, cone-shaped areolas. Two hands were pinching them, one male, one female. Meanwhile, Jeff and Elly were playing with my own nipples. I wished I had those perfect tits of Jessie's, and began to weep at the fact that mine were so small. But then Elly and Jeff began to suck on my nipples, and I felt them swell. I also felt my breasts swell, too. Not my real ones, but astral ones that began to grow and fill and hang as my lovers sucked on them. I could almost feel the milk welling up inside them and spilling into the sucking mouths. And I wept some more, but this time in joy.
Jeff and Paul were rock hard. I'd never seen their penises so large, jutting out at impossibly high angles from their crotches. Pre-cum was oozing out of their caps. At that point, they were more than penises to me. They seemed to glow with a warm throbbing light. They were fountains of life, ready to gush forth their life-giving essence. In my drug-heightened imagination, I almost expected them to cum in streams of brilliant white light instead of jism. Sara started stroking Paul's cock, and I echoed every move on Jeff's. Within seconds they came, their beautiful cum arcing out of their cocks, as high as their chests. Paul's cum disappeared into the swirling water, but Jeff's landed on Elly's tits. I licked it off, and then touched my finger to her clit. She came, then, with a little cry. And because I was her soul-sister, more attuned to her by the drug than ever, I came, too. I swooned, and Jeff caught me. And all around me, there was swirling light and what sounded like singing and chanting coming from far away. I heard Sara give a gasp; she was cumming, too. Then the sound died away.
Was I coming down? No, the drug was just shifting gears, and coming back in a different way. It was as if we were all lust, all gonads and genitalia, the rest of our bodies shrinking into nothingness. I hugged Jeff and found, to my surprise, that he was still hard after his cum. I sat him on the underwater bench, grabbed his cock, and guided it into me, and neither of us moved as I stared into his eyes. It was amazing. I could feel his cock buzzing in me, like a vibrator, and it got me off without his even moving. But I didn't move, either. I stayed perfectly still as the orgasm washed over me. I felt hands on my tits. Sara's hands. I came again. All of a sudden, Jeff's cock was too much to bear, like it would burn my insides out if I stayed on him, and I stood up, releasing his cock. He groaned as he felt the sudden heat of the water on it.
Sara looked at me imploringly. I glanced down at her tits, and saw that her nipples were as long and fat and full as I've ever seen them. To me, they looked like miniature penises. I took one in each hand and pulled on them, and she gasped as she came. And then she moved between me and Jeff, faced him, and sat down on his cock, slipping it into her own vagina. She gave a deep sigh. Gone were any scruples she may have had about fucking her son. Now he was only a cock that needed a cunt, and she was only a cunt that needed a cock, and their mating seemed right and proper and inevitable, not only to them but to the rest of us as well. I pressed my tits into her back, reached around, and resumed yanking on her nips. I felt hard nipples pressing against my own back. It was Elly. Her arms snaked around me and crossed themselves in front of me, each hand on my breast and squeezing a nipple. I felt streams of energy coursing from her nipples into her hands, and then to my nipples, coursing down my arms and hands into Sara's own tits. It was like all three of us women were cumming at the same time, sharing our orgasms, but it wasn't cumming, exactly. It was like ecstasy, like a rapture, pure soul-energy and not lust.
My body suddenly became super-sensitive again, and I had to get out of the water. Everybody else did, too, and we took towels and dried each other, slowly and lovingly. Jeff's cock was still rock-hard, and Paul's was thickening and lengthening again as well. Their cocks seemed bathed in the swirling light. I noticed, too, that every one of us women had an erect clit, protruding from its hood like a tiny cock, begging for attention. Our bodies had the swirling light as well, centered not on our clits but on the area between our slits and our navels: our wombs. The light was in various shades of pink: Jessie's and mine was the palest pink, Elly's a rose pink, and Sara's a deeper pink.
Jessie took her boobs into her hands, lifting them, massaging them. Sara and Elly followed suit. I stroked my astral boobs, flicking the nipples. The men gazed at us dreamily, their own cocks hard and twitching. Then something happened that I did not expect.
I saw Jessie drop her boobs, go over to her father, and embrace him. She kissed him wantonly, sucking his lips into her mouth and chewing on them. It was plain that she was asking for sex, not love. He recoiled at first, and Jessie looked distressed, like a little girl being denied a treat. But Sara whispered something into Paul's ear. He began to cry. Jessie started crying, too. And then they embraced harder, with a crescendo of passion.
"Please excuse us," I heard Paul say from what seemed like a great distance away. And he and Jessie left the room, arm in arm. I looked at Sara, who was tugging on her clit, but Sara wasn't looking at me. She was looking at Jeff. Lust was written all over her face, an expression I had come to know well. I went over to Jeff and hugged him. "Go to your mother. Go." And then he kissed me once, deeply, and took Sara into his arms. Then he took her hand off her clit, and replaced it with his. A finger snaked up her cunt, and she seemed to melt.
And then I felt Elly coming up behind me, wrapping her arms around me, one hand searching for my breast, the other my cunt. I felt my clit start to glow and pulse. I was cumming again. This time, the climax seemed to go on and on. I let it transport me away. I felt like a goddess, in direct connection with the godhead, streams of energy flowing between my clit and my nipples, back and forth, radiating outward, while all the time another part of me was observing us from a distance away. I tore myself from the sensation and turned around in Elly's arms to face her. Her eyes reflected the candle flames, as if the flames themselves were in her eyes. Her hair seemed to glow, each strand with its own stream of energy. Her nipples were as hard as diamonds. She was a goddess, too! I felt great relief and happiness that she was as divine as I was. I felt her lips lock onto mine. My hands dropped to her ass, her perfect ass, and I pressed her hips against mine. Our tongues touched, our breasts touched, our clits touched. I felt her tremble and sag as her climax hit her, and it hit me, too, kicking my continuous cum to a higher level. We stood that way for minutes, breathing in perfect synchronicity, not daring to move a muscle, feeling our hearts beat as one.
