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 Malatya Escort 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. Malatya Escort Bayan 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. Escort Malatya “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.”