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When Miss August Lydia Bielen first moved to California from a small town outside of Athens, Georgia, everyone back home thought she’d packed up and joined some sort of hippie cult. And well, “it was kind of true, honestly,” she says. Though it wasn’t really a cult, but a group of people with a deep connection, and a common goal: “We were just following the Grateful Dead.”
Bielen, 26, is among the last generation of true Deadheads, people over the last 60-plus years who have religiously attended the group’s concerts. Although technically, Bielen was following Dead & Company, the band that the original lineup formed in 2015, with John Mayer filling the role of the group’s late cofounder and guitarist Jerry Garcia. “Now that Bob Weir has passed away,” she says, referring to the band’s other legendary guitarist-slash-singerwriter, who died in January, “I’m just so grateful I got to be a part of that remainder of their legacy for so many years.”

And the psychedelics that traditionally accompany a devotion to the Dead? “I’ve kind of taken a break from [them] the past couple of years,” Bielen says. She has not partaken since the band’s 60th anniversary show in San Francisco, Weir’s final performance before he passed. “I just feel like it’s a really special tool that I try to use really intentionally, and I haven’t really needed to do another experience lately.”
Bielen now favors magical experiences of other varieties, like hiking and surfing up and down the coast of Oregon. Her work as a model has allowed her to travel to over 50 countries: “I’ve spent weeks of my life in a remote monk village of the Himalayan mountains learning about shamatha and vipassana meditation from Lama Sonam and Tara Nieves. I slept in a mud hut with a mouse in my bed… I’ve spent several Christmases stuck abroad in Denmark, Tokyo, Spain or Sydney on FaceTime with my family while they opened their presents.” Some of her favorite trips, however, have been in the US. She often escapes her current home in Los Angeles for a few days at a time to enjoy the waves in smaller towns in California.

I am not here for attention or write a sex story. I have a real life story that happened in college. It is very embarrassing and I don’t know how to understand or process it. I need some guidance.

While in college I was close to graduating. My best friend, mom, and girlfriend Tasha were throwing a surprise celebration party. That night huge thunderstorms made driving unsafe.

Tasha my girlfriend and my best fiend Mike who stopped earlier to help set up l, were now the only ones at the party.

We had a full refrigerator of beer and some good bud. We all drank too much and smoked too much.

Mike asked if I had any porn. I put in one featuring deep throats. After a few minutes Tasha says “that’s not deep throwing.” Mikes says “well why don’t you show us.” That memory plays in my head everyday.

Mike and I were in our mid 20’s and Tasha, was a 19 year old blonde, pretty but dumb as a doorknob. She grew up on a small farm in Iowa. People back home called her Thumper from the Disney Cartoon Bambi.

Tasha took one of the empty wine bottles and put her mouth over the top. She pushed the bottom deep into her mouth until you could see the wine bottle’s spout and stem in her throat. She pushed the bottle in and out. You could actually see the bottle moving deep underneath the skin in her throat.

Tasha put her hand on Mike’s jeans in his crotch.

Mike was hard, sticking up like a Red Bull can. He took Tasha’s hand and put it on his shaft.

Tasha immediately and shockingly got down on her knees. I really didn’t know what to do. It was very awkward so I began to pull her pants down and finger her.

She reached back for my cock and pulled me out. I was behind her while she sat on the floor. Mike was in front of her his jean covered cock level with her face. He was super hard and I could feel it in her strokes of my cock. She was excited. And the more she got into giving attention to Mike’s huge cock the less technique and movement I got.

Mike then took Tasha’s hand and began unbuttoning his jeans. Tasha helped pull his pants down. Mike popped up like nothing I had ever seen. He was thick, long and fat like a Red Bull can.

Tasha grabbed it and instantly put him in his mouth. At that point I was taken back. She stopped rubbing me and I was just watching.

It was so uncomfortable. I was embarrassed. Why did I let it go this far? Why didn’t I stop her.

I went with it and began to kiss her back and neck. I pulled her top off and then started fucking her. She was giving Mike a familiar BJ. The technique, the motions and rhythm is what she does to me.

I felt ashamed and embarrassed. Also jealous. I thought that energy and lust was just for me. But seeing it with him destroyed the special bond I felt when she went down on me.

I felt no longer in control of the situation. I was sidelined. But I continued with fucking her and putting my hands around her ass. Pushing deep inside of until I bottomed out against her cervix. Tasha was very thin and petite.

I started to kiss up her back while I fucking her from behind. I pulled her long blonde hair to the side and began to kiss her shoulder and the back of her neck.

Keep in mind that Mike’s HUGE cock was being attempted by Tasha to swallow. He was bottoming out in her throat with 1/2 of him outside.

I got so jealous I tried to get her attention. I started to kiss the back of her neck with more effort. I went up towards the back of the ear she loved when I kissed her ear. It drove her wild

It’s sobering that it had no effect on her while she was deep throating Mike. It was like I didn’t exists.

I had no control in what happened next. It was irreversible.

My attention in kissing Tasha behind her ear was misdirected in a way I could never have imagined.

While I was kissing her she took her hands and wrapped them around my head. Then she thrusted it forward while she was still sucking Mike’s cock.

She pulled my face i with force towards Mike’s cock. I pulled away but she made several more attempts.

It had gone way too far and I told her to go into my bedroom. Mike was going to sleep on the couch and we could all sleep this off.

Tasha and I went into my bedroom. After a minute or two Mike asked me to approach the living room. He immediate said “I didn’t get to finish.” I felt so vile and disgusted. I walked away.

Tasha was lying on the bed. I started kissing her and we started getting worked up. I went to reach inside her pants and finger her. She pulled my hand away.

She told me to ask Mike to come in. I was stunned I had no idea what to do. I just went with it.

I had Tasha’s pants and short off at this time. I called for Mike and told him to came in.

Mike walked in. Tasha got up and he sat down on my bed. Tasha sat beside him reached over and pulled his boxers off. There was no chit chat. No explanations or communication. Tasha was going to service Mike “until he finishes.”

Mike was still rocking hard. In fact he looked even larger than before. I had never seen anything like it in reel life.

Tarsha immediately started where she left off. She began to suck on him.

I felt absolutely disconnected so I took her from behind and I began to fuck her.

Eventually Mike came hard into Tasha’s mouth. He was trying his best to keep quiet but no one can give head like my Thumper.

I was getting close and that’s when Tasha’s mouth locked with mine. Together in a moment of passion Tasha locked her lips with mine.

Tasha put her tongue into my mouth prying my lips open as she snowballed me Mike’s cum.

At that time I really didn’t know exactly what she had done. I wasn’t really sure if it was spit that accumulated or a large load of Mike’s cum.

Years later when I was dating a new girl named Chris I told her the story. She laughed and said “oh she snowballed you?” That got Chris really excited. That’s when she educated me on cum kissing, snowballing.and cuckolds.

A few days later Chris came over. We we making I am not here for attention or write a sex story. I have a real life story that happened in college. It is very embarrassing and I don’t know how to understand or process it. I need some guidance.