Backstage at Woodstock, 1969

"well, mary, you have more in common with that doobie than i do. you're both named mary," i say after a deep inhale and letting it out slowly.

"mary jane is one of the best things to ever come in existance. it helps with the stress and lets you relax, you know? but try it like this..." demonstrates a drag the proper way, inhaling the soothing feeling of mary jane's allure and holding it in my lungs much longer.

"you see, you don't smoke this like a cigarette, or you don't get the full feeling of it. here, you try," i say passing her the joint.
 
umm...didn't hendrix play on the last day of woodstock? and in fact the last set? ummm....if i'm wrong someone correct me, otherwie kitsuke, lets not kill the thread so soon.
 
OOC: How true to life are we striving for here?...geez.

Never mind, I'll take the next scenario....

*Steps off the thread*
 
ooc: don't step off yet anakin, we can flub history for our own uses, or delay you stage appearance with various nubile young wenches
 
Parson

The noise was deafening even before Hendrix came on stage, or is that just a bunch of Harley’s…?
Parson rolled up with the rest of his gang and sat at idle (a noisy one) until his leader signaled to cut, just in time to hear someone screaming “Ahhhh! I’m stranded.” With that, Parson was the first to dismount, riding as the lieutenant, to the right of the leader. He scoped out the vicinity quickly and then reported simply, “This oughta be good.”
The gang dismounted and began to unpack, weapons, clothes and drugs, all the necessities. They were here to do business, not enjoy the show. Though pleasure was not out of the question…
The leader positioned his crew at various points around the stage and told Parson to make his way through the crowd, scouting out the potentials…”Seems like we got a few already,” he says, pointing to a tall blonde fellow and his shorter, but no less blonde, companion.
Parson just smiled and began to enjoy the scenery.

OOC: Just for the record, my understanding of Hell's Angels protocols is less than steller, so if anyone can correct me, feel free. Oh, and no you can't have my home address and work number, it's fake, really...
 
Storm

I laugh heartily at his words, feeling the drugs almost take over my body. As he flips us around, I straddle his body and look down on him, his hands behind his head, hips bucking into me playfully.

I start to move my body to the beat of the music, sensuously swaying back and forth. My hands run up the sides of my body, under my breasts, until I'm lifting them, kneading them, flicking my fingers across the nipples. I roll my head back, hair now reaching all the way down my back, and stretch my arms out behind me. My breasts lift in the air and I begin to move my crotch against his.

I can feel his erection through his jeans, and know that I must be soaking my panties by this time. Leaning further back, allowing my body to stretch to its fullest, I feel his hands running up my torso, grabbing at my full breasts.

As his hands make their way over my flat stomach, I feel him undoing the zipper of my jeans and running his fingers along the lace of my panties.

"Hey, beautiful, let's get these off, shall we? Then perhaps you can help me with mine."

I flip my head back up and give him a big smile.

"Why, I'd love to!"
 
Glyph

I laugh, too, in anticipation. Tugging her pants down over her hips is hard, I swear these were painted on. Then as I get them down I sit up, upsetting her down but catching her and laying her easily between my legs. Taking hold of her jeans I pull them up off her legs. Her panties now exposed to me I part her legs to either side of me and begin rubbing her hot sex through her damp panties.

"Mmm.. this is gonna taste sooo good." I say as fresh juices come to soak her the silk band covering her crotch more. I lick her knee that is on my shoulder, gently teasing the underside of the joint with my tongue as my fingers undo the fly of my jeans.
 
Mary

Mary felt a bit like Alice meeting the purple caterpillar in Alice in Wonderland. She didn't know what to make of this strange young man. She did enjoy the way she had calmed down though so she took the offered "Mary Jane" cigarette. The name made her giggle like a schoolgirl. Ashbury smiled at her oddly.

Trying to feign sophistication, Mary did as she was instructed, dragging deeply on the joint. Immediately, Ashbury's mouth was on hers, forcing her to hold the smoke in her lungs. She struggled but the young man was surprisingly strong. Ashbury held her easily while his mouth explored hers. The drug and the kiss exploded in her mind and she felt her body respond. Her hands flew around his neck and she pressed her body into his. At the last possible moment, Ashbury released her and the smoke escaped Mary's lungs in a rush. She looked at him, eyes feverish with more than the smoke.
 
Molly

Parking her car on the side of the road, Molly Kellerman joined thousands of others as she walked the remaining six miles to the Woodstock Music and Arts Fair. She had a brocade knapsack slung over her shoulder, filled with ledgers to record observations and interviews with the people who would gather here, the basis for her Doctoral Thesis.

Molly had plenty of background in the study of "counter-cultures". Caroline and Thomas (who thought it was too 'establishment' to be called mom and dad) both taught at Columbia, but that is where their 'normal' image ended. They were from the Beat Generation and she grew up in coffee houses amongst the 'literati' at weekly poetry gigs and protest meetings... VERY groovy as her friends liked to say. Very ODD, Molly liked to say.

She was the 'straight one' in the family and her parents couldn't figure out where they had gone wrong. When her parents had announced going Upstate to a concert, Molly had been less than thrilled. Nonetheless, they had presented her with a ticket and suggested she let her hair down and loosen up a bit.

Her lover had moved out a year ago. Found the man of his dreams, he said. She rolled her eyes, as she remembered Martin's revelation, wishing she could somehow find a way to get lost in mediocrity, regularness, normalcy. Failing that, Molly figured she could at least make a living studying the lifestyles she had always wanted to escape. At least that was the excuse she gave herself.

"Wow, man! Look at all the people. Groovy!" She turned her head toward Earl, a twenty two year old auto mechanic who had fallen in next to her as they walked toward Yasgur's Farm. "Yeah, groovy, Earl" she replied looking around for a place where she'd set out her blanket and begin 'people watching'.
 
Storm

For some reason watching Glyph trying to take off my jeans was the funniest thing that ever happened to me. I started chuckling, then giggling, then broke into a full on belly laugh as he tugged and pulled on my jeans before finally getting them free from my body.

I knew my panties were soaked, and I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was turned on, and I continued to giggle. As his lips tickled the back of my knee, I broke into a full laugh -

"God, I am SO ticklish there!"

As he tickled me further, watching my breasts bounce back and forth, he frantically undid his jeans, pulling them down his body and freeing his cock from the confines.

Lowering his face, I could feel him licking and sucking my clit through my panties, lapping up the wetness already there and adding to it. Slowly his fingers slid along the band of my panties, brushing against my lips, slick with my juices. I started to moan softly, running my hands along my body, spreading my legs even further apart.

Pulling his mouth away, he brought my legs together and pulled my panties from my body. As he pulled them free, he once again spread my legs and dove face first into my hot, wet pussy -
 
Glyph

I got lost in her, seriously. She tasted so good, her pussy so pretty... I was just licking for the sake of it. Worshipping at the altar of her womanhood. Thrusting my tongue in her and exploring as deep as I can, gently carressing the walls of her sex with the softness of my licks. Pulling out again and raining little kisses on her pussy lips and then her clit. Lapping the full length of her slit, ending with a little twist at the top. Finally I decide it's time to sop bullshitting around and latch my lips around her clit and start sucking a bit. Once her clit is teased out of it's hiding place fully I clamp my teeth around, just barely making contact and keeping it in place. Then I flick my tongue across it like I'm eating the world's smallest, tastiest popsicle and I can't wait for it to be licked gone. Up, down, sideways I lick faster until I feel her hands clamp on the back of my head.....
 
Storm

My mind is racing and my heart is beating faster with the things this guy is doing to my body. As his tongue laps against my pussy, a feeling of complete euphoria comes over me. I lay back and let my body simply respond to Glyph's attentions. I feel as sleek as a cat, and I feel as though I am sinking into a pillow of feathers as his touch stirs my body.

Suddenly his lips wrap around my clit and every nerve is brought to strict attention. My breathing increases as I feel him sucking that tende nub, and my hands reach out to grab....anything. As I feel his teeth against me, I cry out, and his tongue moves across my clit with intense speed.

Unable to control myself, I push down on his head, my fingers tangled in his hair. Pushing him towards me, my hips reaching up to meet him. I feel his arms wrap around my thighs. his hands grabbing my ass. I feel the orgasm build from within me, wanting to burst forth. Tossing my head from side to side, I scream out to the van as my orgasm shakes my body and my thighs tighten around Glyph's head. My hips bucking, my body trembling, my orgasm seems to last forever, as I ride the cresting wave.

Crashing down to earth, I lay panting and sweating, unable to focus my mind, my body still a sea of nerves. I feel Glyph moving, and before I know it, his mouth is covering mine, my juices being shared by both of us..
 
Glyph

"Mmmm..", I groan quietly as we break off our kiss, "So you liked that?" I wink as an afterthought.

I pull Storm's body against mine, letting her feel my hardness, as I kiss her again on the mouth. We tongue-wrestle for a while as we run our hands all over each other's bodies. Her breasts are full and firm with hard little nubs capping them off deliciously. I take a nub between my fingers and roll it lazily while kissing her neck now. Nipping softly with my teeth I work my way down to the other nipple and lick it a few times.

My cock twitches a few times against her wet thighs and I think maybe I've ignored Junior's needs too much. I raise myself on my elbows and give her my best 'Let's Fuck' look.
 
I begin to stroll through the crowd, taking it in, looking for trouble makers and a good time (sometimes all rolled into one). The crowd is a little thin yet, so it isn't too difficult to stop and admire periodically. Still, sometimes the pickings are slim. Of course, there is that scrumptious little brunette sitting on a blanket with her notebook...I wonder what she's writing down? Well, why not find out, eh?
So I stroll up and look down at her, making sure to show a little bit of leather and a little bit more muscle.
"What's so interesting?"
 
Molly

"What's so interesting?" Molly looked over the top of her glasses at the long tall drink of water leaning over her shoulder.

"Notes," she replied tersely. "For a paper I'm writing. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound rude... Just hot and tired after the trek from my car. Uphill. Both ways."

With a sheepish grin on her face, she extended her hand. "My name's Molly. Molly Kellerman. And you are?" The dude hesitated before answering and Molly berated herself thinking, 'Good going, Molly... You've just managed to alienate your first interview.'
 
Storm

His lips on my nipples feels outrageous. I throw my head back in ecstacy, a mixture of moaning and giggling escaping my lips as he grabs me towards him.

Suddenly his mouth is gone and when I open my eyes, his look says it all. I look into those, and smile teasingly....

"Well? Why don't go ahead and just go for it?"

Laughing as he lunges up at me, I spread my legs and wrap them around his waist, feeling his hardness prob my soft, wet lips. Our lips meet, tongues dancing as I feel his hips thrusting into me.

Breaking for a moment, I reach down between us and grab his thickness, pointing it towards the opening of my wet sex. Looking at me deeply, he gives one thrust of his hips and buries his cock deep into me.
 
Hmmm...hot is right.

"Yeah, a paper? What on? Certainly not this crowd I hope. Dopers mostly, but business is business."

Maybe that'll get her attention. Actually, nothing against this crowd personally, business is business, quite a few that he'd like to work a little bit more closely with really. Of course, cliche doesn't seem her style.

"Well maybe there not so bad, depending on what you have to write about. I imagine there's a few interesting things going on already."

With that he offers a sly smile and crouches down, balancing on the balls of his feet in front of her.
 
Glyph

The van rocked some as their bodies thrashed around on the padded floor. Entering her had been a transcendant experience and the way she wrapped her arms, legs and body around him as they fucked was almost like he trying to mate with a snake. He rammed his cock into her cunt time and again, both their cries rebounding off the close walls of the vehicle.

"God you are tight fuck, baby!" he gasped as they rolled over, her on top now, thrusting her hips down at him. He reached down and flicked her clit a few times just to make sure she was having as good a time as he was. He then grabbed her hips and as she came down pulled with all his strength as he thrust his dick back into her again. This titanic fucking was creating sensations in places he didn't even know had names... maybe this one would be a keeper.
 
Mary felt a bit like Alice meeting the purple caterpillar in Alice in Wonderland. She didn't know what to make of this strange young man. She did enjoy the way she had calmed down though so she took the offered "Mary Jane" cigarette. The name made her giggle like a schoolgirl. Ashbury smiled at her oddly.

Trying to feign sophistication, Mary did as she was instructed, dragging deeply on the joint. Immediately, Ashbury's mouth was on hers, forcing her to hold the smoke in her lungs. She struggled but the young man was surprisingly strong. Ashbury held her easily while his mouth explored hers. The drug and the kiss exploded in her mind and she felt her body respond. Her hands flew around his neck and she pressed her body into his. At the last possible moment, Ashbury released her and the smoke escaped Mary's lungs in a rush. She looked at him, eyes feverish with more than the smoke.

after mary inhaled i figured i'd make sure he held onto it, so i did the first thing that came to mind and clamped my lips on hers. our tongues exploring each others mouths, sharing the taste of the marijuana. pot driven passion taking over us both. mary pulls my head to her, holding me. i move my right hand to her hair and move my left to her hip, devouring her tongue and rubbing her hip and thigh.

pulling her dress up and feeling her inner thigh i move my hand up slowly.
 
Storm

As I hear his words, I begin to laugh, and find myself being rolled and landing on top of him. Working my way up to sit on his delicious cock, I begin to work my hips - up and down, then making circles, feeling him deep inside of me.

When ever he flicks my clit, it is as though sheer ecstacy is filling my body. And as he grinds his hips into mine, I feel him go deeper than I'd ever thought anyone could.

Smiling at him, I lean back slightly allowing him a full view of his cock sliding in and out of my wet, slick cunt. He reaches down, spreads my lips as far as they will go, and watches intently.

"You like that? Like to watch my fuck you?" I ask breathlessly.

"Oh, yes, YES! God, that is beautiful!"

I giggle as I begin to pound harder against him. With one hand I support myself by placing it on his knee. With the other hand I reach around and begin to rub my clit. As it becomes engorged and swollen, I rub faster and faster - matching the thrusts I'm giving his dick. I can feel my orgasm building, like a wave gathering itself up to crash. Closer, closer.....until I'm ready to explode....
 
Glyph

"AAAAahhhh!!" Glyph cries out as the sight of her rubbing herself for him pushes him over the edge into orgasm, and feeling a corresponding response from as her juices gushed out around his manhood.

Grabbing her he lunged up and kissed her fiercely on the mouth. Not even trying to make it pretty or suave, it was a pure animal response. Crushing her to him he felt his cock inside her pouring out come time after time, his body shaking with the contractions. Her own cries were muffled in his mouth as they kissed desperately, clinging to each other like one would to a raft in a storm, weathering the assault of their bodies passion on them together.

Finally as he stopped coming inside her and she seemed to calm down a little bit, although her pussy still spasmed around his cock and her eyes were still a bit glazed over from the feelings still coursing through her, he was able to have a rational thought.

It was: "Damn... she still going! Screw that, I'll keep her on it!'

This decided he bent his head down and began sucking on an engorged nipple, teasing it with feathery licks as it was in his mouth. Simultaneously he reached on both sides of her and wetted his two index fingers with her juices. With the one he began to stroke her clit again, setting off another round of orgasm for her. The other began idly toying with her rear entrance, he waited to see her reaction before "taking the plunge".
 
Mary

Mary experienced the unmistakable feeling of déjà vu. The drug seemed to make reality become fuzzy around the edges. How else could the woman explain to herself kissing a perfect stranger in public. She had never bought into the hippy-dippy idea of freelove. Now the prim and proper schoolteacher was mashing in her uncle's field like a flower child.

Her body responded to ashbury's hand on her thigh. It had been so long and she moaned as she spread apart her legs, just a fraction, but it was a sign of her acquiscence, of her unconsciously wanting more.
 
The Pusher...

"What did you say your name is?" Molly asked with 'just' a tinge of sarcasm in her voice. Reaching out with her index finger extended, she gave her new companion a little shove in the middle of his chest. "Make yourself comfortable, why don't you?" she grinned as he flopped on his ass.

"That's MUCH better. Now tell me about you and I'll explain what I'm doing here."
 
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