Hippy girl gang knows how to make me happy
WITH HANNAH CLAYDON
Dear Hannah, DON’T ask me how but I’ve managed to get myself in with a crowd of New Age hippie women – all incense burning and candles and shit like that.
They started to come into my local and sitting in a group near the pool table where I spend most of my time with my mates.
I spotted that a couple of them were pretty fit, despite all the odd-looking clothes and Eastern sandals and that.
I got chatting to them in between pool shots, then bought them drinks and found out their names and where they lived – they’d rented a flat near the seafront and the four of them shared the place.
A few nights later, a Friday as it happens, they’d clearly smoked something and were in a great mood and invited me back to theirs.
I was a bit shocked when I got there as it was all a bit strange, what with no chairs, just cushions everywhere, no telly, but stacks of old vinyl and a record player – something I hadn’t seen in years.
Anyway, they lit loads of candles, poured some Jack Daniels and rolled up a few more of their funny smokes as I lounged on one of the cushions.
I was mellowing out nicely when a couple of them began to kiss and fondle each other.
I couldn’t believe my eyes, or my luck, but away they went, fumbling over and under their clothes and slowly stripping.
As some 70s progressive crap was building up on the player they were getting more and more into it – and so was I.
The other pair sat either side of me watching the two go at it, totally bare now and in a 69 position, lapping and licking at each other deeply and making noises that had me itching to join them.
I think the girls next to me sensed my frustration and one of them reached across and grebbed my swollen manhood through my trousers and gave me a peck on the cheek. The other one pulled off my shoes and socks and then undid my belt and pulled down my trousers and pants.
The other one took off my shirt, and her own clothes, and kissed and licked my chest as her friend gripped my member and eased her fist up and down, putting me in her moth from time to time.
What with this and the sight of the other couple lezzing it up on the floor, I damn nearly exploded there and then.
But I think the girl on my knob could feel that and did a clever trick with my balls that pulled me back from the brink.
Next, she was lowering herself down onto me while her friend pushed me back and sat on my face.
By this time the other two had finished and were sucking the boobs of the girls on top of me – a sight which was just too much for me and my head swam as I unleashed myself. It was amazing!
Anyway, I’ve decided I want to be a hippie now, but is it too uncool?