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 two more times; 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.