Those Hippie Days

by Liz Ardwall

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WARNING: This story contains scenes of explicit sexual activity
between teens. The author does not encourage nor condone the
reading of this story by anyone forbidden by law to do so. By
continuing to read, you accept sole responsibility for your
action.

If you consider a story about sex in public to be offensive,
please leave now. The author doesn't want to hear about it.

Please note the following story content codes:

hetero, exhib, MF cons

DISCLAIMER: This story is entirely a work of fiction. No
resemblance to actual persons or places is intended. Descriptions
of unprotected sexual acts are not intended to encourage the
reader to engage in unsafe behavior.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This was written as the fourth and concluding
chapter of a tale of a girl's post-high school journey to San
Francisco (with a flower in her hair) during the free-love summer
of Woodstock. The earlier chapters have languished, while this
one seems to be able to stand by itself. So here it is.

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Setting aside, for the moment, my search for enlightenment, I
wandered the streets of San Francisco in search of some good pot
and a good party. I had enough of peace and serenity for a while.
I was ready to dance.

It was already dark. I had no idea what time it was, but it must
have been late, I thought, as I walked along a sidewalk past a
very long line of young, clean-scrubbed boys and girls. When I
came to the doorway, I could hear the beat of the current hit,
and a cloud of acrid smoke hung in the air. I inhaled, and felt
that blissful feeling from a whiff of good grass. The bouncer, a
big, black man whose bare chest was draped with gold chains, must
have liked my look, or my attitude, and said to me, "Come on in,
sistah."

A moan arose from those in the line. I looked at them, and my eye
was caught by a young man with corn silk hair and sky blue eyes.
A real Norman Rockwell boy, fresh off the farm. He appeared to be
by himself.

"Can I bring him?" I asked the bouncer.

The big black man grinned. "Sho'. If you eat him, put the bones
in the bin."

The boy really did look completely innocent and unaware. The
bouncer unsnapped the rope, and I took the boy by the hand, and
led him inside.

The music grabbed us, and we began to dance on the crowded floor.
I was surprised that the boy was a very good dancer. We moved
easily together with the latest steps.

I saw that the crowd was dressed, to say the least, informally. I
led my partner toward the wall, where there were a lot of hooks
and rods, most already festooned with items of clothing. I
unbuttoned my shirt and hung it up. The boy stared at my breasts.
I tugged at his T-shirt, and pulled it over his head, and draped
it over my own shirt on the wall. He was beautiful; his slim but
muscular torso was smooth and hairless and golden tan.

I led him toward the bar. I figured neither of us had any money
to be spending in this high priced place. I told the bartender,
"We want to fuck in one of those cages."

I pointed upward to one of several small bamboo enclosures that
hung from the ceiling. Some were empty, while others held
scantily clad dancing girls, and one thong-clad, honey-skinned
dancing Asian boy.

The bartender signalled a burly man in a business suit at the
other end of the bar, who came over and listened to him. The
bartender set a couple of glasses of some fuchsia colored drinks
on the bar, and laid a couple of joints beside them. "Here's a
starter," he said. "Free drinks and grass all night if your boy
rains his cum on the crowd. Follow him."

The other man led us, drinks and joints in hand, across the
floor. "Stand here," he instructed. "Smoke a joint. Get loose.
When you're ready, wave, and the cage will come down and take you
up. You can smoke the other joint up there if you want. Put on a
nice show, and we'll treat you right." He patted me on the butt,
and moved away into the crowd.

There were matches on a shelf along the wall. I lit the joint and
took a drag, and put it to the lips of the boy. He drew the smoke
in like an expert, and gave me a happy grin.

"What do we got to do for this?" he asked.

"Go up there in a cage, and get naked, and fuck," I answered. "We
can party free all night if you spray your jizz on the crowd."

"Wow!" he said. "Is that all? I thought that big old guy was
prob'ly gonna do it to us."

I laughed. My innocent lamb was far more sophisticated than I had
imagined. Well, he was still gorgeous, and I bet he knew how to
screw.

We finished the joint, and drank some of the fruit punch.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Sure," he said. "What do we do?"

I waved my hand in the air, and one of the cages began to
descend, coming to rest a few feet in front of us. He pulled open
the door, and we climbed inside and fastened the door securely. I
waved through the bamboo, and we began to rise.

"Do you want the other joint now?" I asked.

"Nah," he said. "Let's smoke it while we fuck."

The cage came to rest above the crowd. A few dancers idly glanced
upward. I turned my back to the boy, and said, "Rub my tits."

His warm hands roamed over my breasts, moving off to expose them,
then passing over the other way. I saw that people sitting at the
bar were watching us.

"Are you wearing undershorts," I asked.

"No," said the boy.

"OK. You peel me down to my panties, and then I'll strip off your
jeans, and suck you for a while. Then you can drag down my
panties and eat my pussy a bit, and then we'll fuck."

"They'll love it," he said, grinning. His hand went around my
waist, and his fingers worked at the buttons of my jeans. When he
had them all undone, he reached into my open crotch and rubbed my
cunt slit.

"Ooooh," I cooed, and put on a blissful expression for the crowd.

The boy pushed my jeans down my legs with one hand, while the
other rubbed the front of my panties. Several of the dancers were
staring up at us now. When I could, I stepped out of my jeans and
turned to face my partner.

We swayed together, and kissed wetly, our tongues slurping around
the outside of our lips. His hand never left my pussy, and my
light blue panties were stained in front with my dark, wet cunt
juice. My hands moved to his waist, and I opened the front of his
jeans. He turned away from me, facing the outside of the cage.
and I peeled his jeans down his slim hips. I could tell from the
expressions on the faces of the dancers when his hard cock sprang
free.

He stepped out of his trousers and turned toward me. I was
crouching in front of him, and opened my mouth wide. He moved his
hips forward, and the head of his prick disappeared inside my
lips. I swallowed it all, about seven inches, I thought. Then I
slowly drew my lips back along the pale shaft, and licked my
tongue around the head. "Most of 'em are watchin' us now," he
reported.

I sucked him in and let him out, and his cock began to swell. "I
kin cum lots a times," he said. "Should I spray 'em now?"

"If you can do it again," I said, "then the more, the merrier.
When you've shot most of it, wipe your dick on my face."

The boy held my head, and began to pump his prick in and out of
my
mouth. It began to jump and throb, and just when I was expecting
a mouthful of jism, he pulled out his cock and turned and stuck
it through the bars of the cage. I saw a string of white spunk
spurt from the end of his dick and fall toward the ground. I
could hear the crowd cry "Ahhhhh!" One loud, male voice shouted
"Damn!"

"Got him!" exclaimed the boy, gleefully, as another couple of
creamy splashes flew from his prick. Then he turned toward me,
and as scripted, wiped his dripping tool across my cheek.

"Ooooh," murmured the crowd.

I stood erect, the boy's white sperm fluid dripping from my chin,
and he knelt and rolled my panties down my legs. He stuck out his
tongue, waggled it toward the audience, and dug it into my cunt
slit.

"Ahhhh," the crowd and I moaned together.

The boy was an artist. His long, red tickler had me ready to
scream. I told him, "Do it, boy. Make me cum. Oh, yes. I'm gonna
cum."

I grabbed the bars of the cage and started to shudder in ecstasy.
The cage was rocking wildly, and when his teeth scraped over my
clit, I did scream, and I almost fainted in bliss. The boy held
my hips tightly, and slurped his tongue relentlessly along my
gushing slit, until I finally regained my senses.

I pulled him up, and our lips crushed together. I reached for his
rock hard cock, and stepped back to point it at my cunt hole. We
slowly turned a full circle, showing the crowd his long rod aimed
at my pussy. Then I pulled his hips forward, and our groins
crushed together as his cock slid up my slippery pussy hole. We
rotated our butts, churning his big shaft deep inside me.

We pulled apart, exposing most of his long, pale dick, and then
drove it deep inside again. We fucked like that for several
minutes, slowly pulling apart to display his wet cock, and then
grinding our bellies together. Finally, the boy said, "I'm
gettin' the feelin'."

I said, "Pump it hard and fast, and then pull it and squirt the
crowd, and then get that big thing back inside me quick so I can
cum all over it."

The boy grinned, and crushed his lips on mine, and began to
thrust faster. His hands moved to hold my hips, and his butt was
flying fast. He gave a loud yell, "Ahhhh!" and jerked his
throbbing cock from my cunt and stuffed it through the bars. A
big glob of white spunk leapt from his cock and floated toward
the crowd.

"Ooooh!" they exclaimed in admiration. I reached around to pinch
the boy's nipples, and more spurts of cream splashed down upon
our fans.

When he had no more, he spun around and stuffed his slimy tool
into my pussy hole, hard. I grabbed his hips, and pumped him in
and out. His fingers mauled my nipples, and before long, I let
out a loud scream that could be heard easily above the din of the
loud music.

I held him tight and deep inside me, and as I shuddered in
ecstasy, the cage rocked violently. That marvelous boy ground his
hips round and round, and then pulled back and shoved his cock
deep into me, and gave me a private blast of his inexhaustible
jizz. As we held each other close, exhausted for the moment, we
could hear applause from the crowd below.

The cage began to descend, and when it touched the ground, we
reluctantly pulled apart to pick up our clothes. Once outside the
cage, though, we tossed our garments on the ground, and the boy
shoved his hard cock back into my pussy. We held each other, and
danced slowly, naked, to the disco beat.

The manager showed up and gave us a couple of drinks and an ounce
of what he said was his best private stock of grass. He told us
to just ask for more, anytime we came back to his club. He kissed
us both on the cheek, and went off into the crowd. We kept on
dancing, surrounded by admirers who couldn't take their eyes off
of us.

After a while, we stopped, and pulled on our jeans. I stuffed my
panties into my pocket. We smoked a lot of the weed, sharing some
with our fans. Once, to their cheers, we stripped off our jeans
and fucked again. I got all the spunk inside me, and we didn't
shower the throng.

Around four o'clock, we left the club. The boy had a cheap hotel
room, and we went there. He fucked me twice more; it was
better yet when we could really see each other in the morning
light. Finally, we fell asleep, with his still hard cock stuffed
in my cunt.

I was awakened by a knocking on the door. "Checkout time!"
someone called.

I felt for the boy, and opened my eyes in alarm. Beside the bed
was a note, in a neat, boyish hand. "I been to heaven," it read.
"Now I'm going home."

I never got his name.

I thought briefly about making a farm to farm search all over
Iowa and Kansas, but concluded that his example was sound. I
dressed and went to the bus station where I had stashed my bag. I
didn't have any money, so I went out onto the street. I waved at
a wildly painted van, and they stopped, and I got inside. A sign
in the back window said, "Woodstock or bust."

They were nice people, the Mulberry Clan. The boys were pretty
good fuckers. They dropped me off in front of my parents' house.

For years, once or twice a day, I would break into a happy, silly
grin. Even with my husband and my three kids, I'd just smile when
someone asked me what memory had crossed my mind. Now and then,
when I'm alone, I put a flower in my hair.

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The end.