The hippie sex goddess lounging in the beanbag chair across from me was so overpoweringly sensual and alluring that my pussy flowed with molten arousal. I’d met June a few times before, as she was part of our medieval group, but we hadn’t gotten to know each other, except in passing. I guessed her age to be maybe around thirty or so, about a decade my junior, and she was definitely in her physical, lust-inducing prime. Furthermore, she was down to earth and amicable, with an outgoing, bubbly, flower-girl vibe.
Maybe it was due to her tattered, thin, Boho-style caftan or her intentionally stringy, bleached blond hair that hung to her shoulders, offsetting her pronounced cheekbones and sparkling blue eyes. The sunset’s glare streamed through the dirty windows of her home, silhouetting her firm, large breasts through the threadbare material. A ragged, torn slit in her loose-fitting, wispy gypsy dress exposed one finely-toned leg, almost to the top of her enticing thigh, with every movement, no matter how minuscule. June radiated horny sexuality; transcending her physical features, there was something about her carriage and attitude that captivated my mind and made my cunt throb with need.
Mentally struggling to pull my lust-filled eyes away from their quest to verify her lack of panties, I forced myself to take in my surroundings. Her older, cluttered home had a definitively free-spirited decor. Being raised in a hippie-swinger commune of sorts, I instantly recognized the Bohemian surroundings as a den of iniquity. It reminded me of my parents’ home.
I sat in a threadbare beanbag chair, a makeshift table of stacked books with a pornographic, tie-dyed, psychedelic tapestry strewn over it to serve as a tablecloth. It depicted a nude, green woman being sexually pleasured by a troop of horny imps. When I picked up the battered, plastic cup to sip my wine, the green nymph’s face was exposed, two erect cocks stuffing her eager mouth.
”I’m so glad you dropped off my new dress for the Ren Faire, so I could get to know you a bit,” she bubbled out.
Fuck. Her singsong voice was like an aural vibrator, simultaneously buzzing on my nipples and clit.
“I have to confess, Lady Krystal,” she continued, “that I was totally wrong about you. You always intimidated me.”
“Huh?” I said, showing off my high IQ. “You find me intimidating?”
“I’m sorry,” she laughed, divinely. She bent forward, her legs bending apart as she moved, and reached out, touching my arm. “It’s just that you hang out with the rich lords and all, and you’re with Glade, who’s like…”
June was still explaining herself to me, but I forced myself to concentrate on her living room rather than blurt out, “please let me lick your fucking cunt.” Her demeanor, sultry looks, brazen sexuality, and personality had me on the verge of ravishing her.
Mismatched chairs were strewn about, also not coordinated with the rickety loveseat; the stained and soiled oriental rug needed a thorough cleaning. Cup-ring stains on the low, battered table formed a sort of avant-garde fractal design, and teetering piles of books and random boxes served multiple tasks as end tables and footstools. June’s decor put the ‘shabby’ in ‘shabby chic.’
Her walls were decorated with psychedelic posters and cloth tapestries, various scenes and symbols upon them, some quasi-pagan, others sexually suggestive. Traces of patchouli, old incense, and light musk wafted in patches throughout the living room but still failed to mask the aromas of sex and marijuana. The beaded curtain that separated the living room from the kitchen made me smile; my parents had one just like it.
She was still talking. “But you’re so down to earth and so cool. Sexy, too. I’m glad you dropped off the clothes.”
“Me, too,” I admitted. “I’ve always wanted to get to know…”
Her laughing shriek, a lilting promise of sexuality in her tone, followed by an outstretched hand pointing, interrupted me.
“Calvin! We have a guest,” she erupted. “The Lady Krystal is here. Put some clothes on, for fuck’s sake. Pretend you possess at least some social grace.”
My head had already turned in response to her gesture. Calvin stood there, smiling broadly. I also knew him in passing. He was lean and lithe, his tangled shrub of black hair disheveled. Handsome, with fine features, he was stark naked, his skin reddened from either passion or exertion. I assumed the former, since his cock, which was a little long and thin, like him, glistened with wetness.
“Hiya, Krys,” he jauntily waved. “Sorry.”
“Don’t worry,” I laughed. “It’s your home.”
“Is that slobber I see on your wang?” June called it a wang. “Can’t you and John wait for me?”
I had to sip my wine to hide my giggling as June realized what she’d just said. Her hand clamped over her mouth in embarrassment. “So sorry, Krystal. I didn’t mean to offend you,” she paused, “we all play together now and then.”
Being the sophisticated woman I am, I laughed into my wine cup, sputtering the sweet vino all over the place. I, at least, had the dignity to not chortle any out of my nose. June canted her head to one side, quizzically. Then, she burst into laughter.
”I’m not offended. Maybe a little bit jealous, but what consenting adults do, especially in the privacy of their own home, is fine by me.”
“John,” she screamed, her somehow still-erotic voice sounding incredibly arousing at high volume. “Put on some clothes and come down to greet our guest. Stop being an anti-social heathen.”
I’d also met John before. Unlike Calvin, he was slightly muscular with an athlete’s body. His slightly long, medium-brown hair matched his eyes, and, although he had a large nose that stuck out like a thin beak, he had a chiseled handsomeness about him. He stomped down the stairs wearing what looked to be pajama bottoms, raggedly cut off at about the knees.
“Krystal! Ho,” he said. His footfalls made the stairs groan in agony as he descended.
My then-boyfriend was away, working out of state, so I accepted their offer of more hospitality in the form of wine. My battered, plastic cup was refilled twice while we got to know one another. Once June and her roommates got to know me beyond being part of the medieval group, conversation flowed, and comfortable relaxation followed, all of us reveling in the company of each other.
At one juncture, June was bent over her beanbag chair, fishing around in the sea of chaos behind her, looking for something. She was still chattering away, and her shapely ass, barely covered by her thin caftan, was gently swinging back and forth while she searched.
Finally, in the middle of telling me about how she loathes her job as an assistant manager in the fast food industry, she cried out, “A-ha!” and spun around, holding a slightly grungy water pipe and crumpled bag aloft.
“You don’t mind if we partake, do you?” she queried.
“Not at all, I grew up around it, and I’m fine with it. You were talking about the creepy perverts at work?”
She frowned into the bag. “Well, fucking fuck,” she addressed her two male roommates. “We’re out of pot and bills are due. Looks like we just have to kill off that cheap wine. That sucks.”
I sort of liked the wine. “I think I have a solution,” I cheerfully exclaimed. I climbed out of the very comfy beanbag chair, noting that I’d drank more wine than I should have since I had planned on merely dropping off the costume my friend made for June and then driving home. “I just got back from visiting my parents, and mom won’t let me leave without loading me up with dad’s stuff. He grows it. How much do you guys want?”
“How much is it?” Calvin inquired. “Unlike the ‘rich Lords,’” he used the same phrase June had, earlier, “we’re not exactly rolling in money.”
“Huh?” I once more showed off my stellar intellect before the realization dawned on me. “I don’t sell it; I just give it away.” I paused, finding my balance. “But, if you guys are cool with it, may I leave my car here and take an Uber home? I had more to drink than I thought; I shouldn’t be driving.”
Cries of, “stay here,” “come on, Krystal, hang out with us,” and similar things were their responses.
“Maybe. I’ll be right back.”
Less than ten minutes later, we were all lounging about, enjoying the effects of my father’s latest hybrid, his latest attempt to create the ultimate sexual-enhancing smoke. It hit hard and harshly, but the effects were otherworldly. My already-heated cunt was pulsating with desire; everything seemed fun and erotic, and my skin was tingling with horny desire. My mind, while lucid, was overwrought with sexual compulsions, burning need, and the uninhibited freedom of not caring about speaking my mind.
“Wow, that’s harsh,” John coughed, looking like an asthmatic dragon. “Sure does make me feel like sex, though. What’s this shit called?”
“Hate Fuck,” I responded, coughing a bit, myself. “Because you’ll hate how hits, but love how it fucking hits you.”
As we chilled out, some nonsensical, brain-dead sex movie disguised as a comedy streaming on their television, conversation ebbed and flowed, sex and sexuality being recurring topics.
Finally, my curiosity overtook my manners. “You all can tell me to shut up,” I began, “but I’m dying to know. What exactly is the arrangement between you three?”
“Well,” Calvin replied. He and John had their arms draped over each other’s shoulders. “John and I became casual lovers when we lived together at our last place. We tried to keep it on the down-low when June let us move in, but…”
He paused as the pipe was passed to him. June took over his explanation.
“But, one night,” her sexy voice was dreamy, reminding me of pre-orgasmic pants. “We all got wasted together, and I fell asleep in front of the TV.”
They all laughed, together. I showed off my confused countenance.
“Then,” June giggled as I tried not to stare too intently at the bouncing of her ample, obviously braless breasts. “I woke up, and those two studs were making out, giving each other a hand job.”
“You’re fucking kidding!”
“Nope,” John mused. “We tried to wake her up several times, but she was down for the count, so we kind of got carried away.”
June continued. “I open my eyes to this, and I’m stunned. I thought I was just having a wet dream. Then, they noticed me watching.”
“With your hand between your legs,” Calvin added.
“So you watched?”
“At first. Then, they asked me to join, and Calvin and I went down on John, sharing his yummy fucking cock.”
“Since then, we have been playmates, as well as roommates,” Calvin mentioned.
Conversation flowed into other tangents, that timeless, dreamlike space of perfect comfort and being at ease with newfound friends allowing us to verbally meander according to our whims. June and I were eventually lost in a sort of back-and-forth compliment exchange, both of us enamored over how sexy we found the other. John and Calvin had been discussing the ins and outs of the proper sequencing to watch all the Star Wars movies, but their conversation had ceased to register as I focused my lusty attention on June.
“I have to confess that my cunt has been aching for you since I first came in,” I was saying.
She silenced me with a hand wave and a, “shush.” Her eyes grew wide with sparkling glee, and she slowly pointed to where Calvin and John were seated. I turned my head, following her gesture.
The two men, both handsome and desirable in their own ways, had been sitting side by side. Now, though, they were leaning in toward each other, each one’s arms wrapped around the other, their lips pressed together in a passionate kiss. In awe, I watched as their tongues caressed the other’s, hands roaming, eyes staring into their partner’s.
Quickly glancing at June, it was obvious that she was extremely aroused by what we saw. Her breath was coming in little heaves, her face flushed, nipples poking through the thin fabric of her threadbare dress. We exchanged horny glances, me licking my lips a bit to show arousal.
The blonde beatnik leaned in as if readying a whisper. Reflexively, my lips parted as I leaned toward her. If she was going to say something, those thoughts dissipated when our eyes met. In unison, our lips sought the other’s, and we kissed. It was a soft, probing, delicate kiss, at first. Growing slowly in intensity and passion, we mirrored the actions of the two men, losing our souls and hearts in a warm embrace.
My tongue softly darted between her moist, full lips when I felt her soft hands gently glide to my back. June moaned into my mouth when our tongues collided, then frolicked in subtle exploration. My hands mimicked her caresses, growing more fervent and wanton.
”Fuck, you make me so horny,” June sighed, her blue eyes hazy with bliss. “I hope you were into girls.”
I pulled her into me, feeling the heat of her impassioned body against my own. Without reservation, my one hand ran up the long slit of her caftan, electricity shooting sparks along her flesh.
“Since I walked through your door, I’ve wanted to taste you,” I whispered into her ear, my husky breathing making her shiver.
I felt her hands groping at my breasts through my top, my soul melting under her touch. “Look,” she whimpered. Her eyes glanced toward her roommates.
Covering her groping fingers with my hand to ensure she didn’t stop, I turned my head. Calvin’s hand was stuffed down John’s pajama pants, busily pumping. John’s fingers were running all over Calvin’s chest. I couldn’t see Calvin’s face, only his thick mass of black curls as he licked and kissed his way down John’s torso.
With an impish look of sultry delight, June kissed me, hard and deep, then crawled toward them like a feline on the prowl. Wordlessly, she closed the short distance between them, kneeling in front of them, and yanking their pants down, exposing two lovely, hard cocks.
Their manhoods were, like them, a study in contrasts that complimented each other. Calvin’s shaft was slightly longer than average, lithe and thin, with a scruffy mass of dark pubs. John’s cock was stout, just like he was. It was of about average length but had an impressive girth. Like his well-maintained coif, John’s nether region was neatly trimmed.
Mesmerized, I observed June take John’s cock, Calvin’s hand still pumping it, into her mouth. Ecstatic moans came from the both of them as she lunged her mouth down on his manhood until she gagged. She pulled her mouth off of him, then back down once more, over and over until John was panting, his chest heaving.
Shooting me a devilish glance, mischief in her horny eyes, she pulled her head away from John’s fuck meat and repeated the action on Calvin’s cock. Her hand remained on John’s manhood, fingers intertwined with Calvin’s, the two of them pumping up and down the now spit-covered flesh.
I didn’t ask for permission; I merely stood and stripped, then joined them. The two people’s hands were replaced by my mouth on John’s hardness. As I sucked him in, his pubes grazing my lips, my tongue squirming in passion all over his thickness, Calvin’s and June’s hands ran down my cheeks and groped my tits, squeezing the nipples. The sensation of both masculine and feminine touches on my breasts was delightfully naughty.
Some of my slobber had run down his shaft, dripping over his balls and the crack of his ass. Looking up when I noticed everyone else shifting, I was rewarded to see Calvin reposition himself, so he could thrust his hard cock into the brunette man’s open mouth. I squealed with impassioned surprise when June laid on her back, licking my dripping slit.
“That’s it, suck my cock, John.” Calvin moaned.
The situation, alone, was probably enough to induce an orgasm. I was sucking the burly, brown-haired man’s cock while he sucked his roommate. Meanwhile, June was between my legs, lapping up my juices, and she certainly knew how to suck my clit.
“You’re so fucking wet,” my blond lover exclaimed. Her fingers probed my velvety canal, then she started vigorously fucking my cunt while she nibbled on my clit.
“Fucking fuck,” I screamed, John’s hard cock falling from my sucking mouth, strings of saliva trailing from my lips. “suck my fucking clit; I’m cumming.”
Rather than just letting me cum, as soon as my orgasm hit me, June thrust a finger deep inside my ass, adding intense convulsions to my already-gyrating and moaning body. She didn’t let up, either. She kept on licking my clit, fucking my pussy, and fingering my asshole, forcing me to blissfully ride the crest of my first orgasm into the cascading waves of another.
Finally, I couldn’t take it any longer, so I maneuvered out from between John’s muscular thighs and got down on all fours. Swiveling, I spread June’s thighs, marveling at how beautiful her dripping snatch was. It was clean-shaven and wet with her dew.
“Fuck me, please,” I begged. “I fucking need a fucking cock in me. Fucking fuck me.”
Calvin, all scrawny sinew and dark hair, moved behind me and stared at my butt, holding his long, thin cock in his hand.
“Don’t just drool on it, fuck it.” His hands grabbed my hips, roughly. I felt the head of his manhood probing my wetness, then, he thrust himself inside of me in a single, moaning stroke. “Fuck, that feels good. Lick my fucking clit, June. Please make me cum.”
I lowered my head, savoring June’s soaking cunt. Her nectar was sweet and invigorating. The black-haired man fucking my pussy began moaning in time with his thrusts, and, all the while, I could feel June’s blond tresses tickling my thighs as she alternated between licking my overheated slit and sucking on Calvin’s balls.
“That’s it, you stud. Fuck my ass. Take me hard,” I heard a masculine voice grunting.
Turning my head around in a manner that would make a contortionist proud, I saw John behind my dark-haired lover. John's muscular arms were clawing at Calvin’s chest, roaming freely. His hands would drop occasionally to knead my butt cheeks and finger my ass.
I felt the weight of Calvin’s body push onto me, giving me a great view of the action. The brown-haired man had his cock buried inside of Calvin; both of their faces were filled with lusty savagery. I could feel the chain reaction in my core. Each hard, brutal thrust from the brunette caused Calvin’s body to slam into my overheated flesh, burying his long cock inside of me, all the way, hitting pleasure spots that made me scream horny curses into June’s quivering cunt.
Being in a sixty-nine with a sexy flower child while being fucked by a man getting fucked in the ass was overwhelming. I felt dirty, nasty, slutty, and filthy; I fucking loved it and screamed for more.
“I’m going to cum,” Calvin shouted. “I can’t hold back.”
“Pull it out and shoot on my face, you fucking stud,” June begged. “Please cum on my face.”
The thin man pulled his throbbing cock out of me, but I’d lost all inhibitions and had become a cock-hungry whore. I quickly spun around, grasping at his shaft, and sucked and licked up its length, pumping it furiously, aiming it at June’s eager mouth.
My hand pumped harder and faster, and I heard John grunting as he pulled out of Calvin’s ass and shambled toward the action. He plopped down, opposite me and beside June’s prone, writhing body. His lips wrapped around the other side of Calvin’s pulsating member, our lips and tongues kissing and playing with each other’s while Calvin moaned in erotic euphoria, fucking our mouths, his cock sliding between them.
“Fuck, I’m going to explode,” Calvin announced. His entire body was flushed with redness, sweat dripping off of him.
He pulled away from our dual oral stimulation and aimed his cock at June’s face. She was desperately stroking John’s cock while she urged Calvin to cover her face in jizz. The black-haired hunk screamed out obscenities and thick geysers of hot, sticky goo shot from his cock, splattering on the blond woman’s face.
Her tongue darted out from between her open lips, hungrily licking it up. Then, John knelt and began cleaning the cum off of June’s face. I found myself in a heated kiss with Calvin, my hands tugging on his spent member, trying to revive it.
“Clean off that cock, John, and fuck me hard,” June moaned. Her fingers were buried in her sopping cunt. Feeling needy, I nosed her hand off her clit and swirled my tongue over her large, engorged clit, almost immediately making her scream and spasm with an intense orgasm.
In almost zero time, her immaculately groomed brown-haired roommate hand her on all fours and took her, like a savage, from behind. Calvin pushed my still-dripping pussy into her face, and June buried her mouth in my soaked folds, shifting onto her elbows, so she could fuck me with her fingers.
Calvin, aroused at the sight and obeying my begging, gagged me with his cock, which I sucked back to life.
John was pounding away, slamming into June's cunt while she moaned on my clit, the vibrations of her sexy lamentations vibrating it into heavenly, orgasmic pleasure.
“On you or in you?” John asked, his breathing ragged.
“In me. Fucking fill my dirty hole. I want your cream pie.”
“I want to suck it out of you,” Calvin beat me to the announcement.
His muscular body contorted, his muscles looking like steel cable rippling under his skin. Screaming out what a whore June was, he unloaded into her, his hips moving like a jackhammer, then collapsed into a sated heap on the dirty floor.
“Fuck, that good shit your dad grows,” June told me after we’d calmed down. We were all lounging together in one big, naked heap. “What should we do now?”
“I’m still fucking horny,” I confessed. “Who’s up for another round?”
