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3: Hippy Girl
We met her at a music festival in Cornwall in summer- the sun had beat down until the grass had turned yellow for the past few days, but finally on the last day it was cool enough to actually feel human. I was getting overpriced drinks from a refreshments vendor while Darren finished watching one of the smaller acts he liked. We hadn't got much to do until the evening, and hanging around all day in the crowds didn't really appeal to me. The girl behind me didn't seem to happy either.
"I mean, if it wasn't bad enough that we lost all our pot..." She said to me after a brief introductory complaint about the weather "Now I've got to hang around all day because the schedule has been changed and the bands I like aren't on until the evening."
I agreed and said my situation was the same. She seemed like a nice girl- she told me her name was Katie. She looked like a proper hippy, or at least a good facsimile, a little older than me (about 26) with very long mousy hair full of flowers, sandals and a huge, tattered tie-dye t-shirt which was long enough to obscure what (if anything) she was wearing on her legs. She chewed her hair absent-mindedly as I bought the drinks.
"I was thinking of going for a walk in the next field- there some shady trees there" I said conversationally, and added "If you'd like, you could come along too."
Now, at this stage, I really meant a walk. Just a peaceful stroll. I knew my ticket would get me back in in time if I was careful, and me and Daz had packed some food, knowing how ridiculous the prices were, so I thought we could make a picnic. But the girl looked at me in a skewed way, as if trying to figure something out. She was, I realised a second later, checking me out.
"Yeah...yeah okay." She said, grinning, then leaned forward and groped my arse, which was encased in tight hotpants.
I couldn't really believe it- I had just accidentally invited a girl to have sex with me.
I asked "Is it okay if my boyfriend comes?" Before quickly realising the implications and explaining that I was in fact bi.
She said, very sweetly, that if he was as hot as me then we had a deal.
We strolled back to meet Darren returning from the stage and he quickly grasped the situation.
"Wow, Sebby." He said, baby-blue eyes dilating to get a better view. "You know how to pick the best and brightest. She's gorgeous."
His innocent charm was always effective, and our new companion was soon joshing, groping and hugging us like a drunk girlfriend, which seemed to be her way. We walked in a comfortable line, her in the middle with an arm around each of our waists, a big grin on her freckled face. We pushed past the morose security guards as they sweated in their fluorescent jackets, and soon we were out in the savannah-like yellow fields outside the barrier. We talked about things- bands and the festival and our outside lives - until we were well out of view and then we began kissing and fondling in earnest.
Katie was a good kissing, if inclined to be a bit too eager manhandling us with her deceptively skinny arms in that tomboyish way she did and sticking her tongue in deep.
However, it didn't last long since she turned out to be the most oral-crazy girl I had ever met. She literally ripped off mine and Darren's hotpants off, forcing us down so she could suck our cocks. She was doing it far more for herself than for us, sucking greedily and making her slobbering way from shaft to shaft like a demon, but make no mistake- she was good at what she loved. I could well understand her lust- I have an oral fixation a mile wide for kissing, sucking, licking and swallowing and if you've read my other stories you'll know that Darren's love for having girl's pussies and arses (clean or not) in his face is unsurpassed. After she'd got us both moaning and squirming from her wet mouth, things took a very interesting turn of events. She bent down between us, lying happily on the grass with our hands behind our heads.
"Now, I'll give you my speciality..." She whispered, sitting down on her tight, skinny little butt and slipping off her sandals "Some people think its a bit gross to start with, but afterwards they all say it's the best."
We looked at each other and grinned, quickly assuring her that whatever it was she was free to do it to us. She smiled lasciviously and continued
"Its called a Hippy Special" She said "At least, I call it that. I've always loved going round barefoot, you see- feeling the grass and the mud between my toes. And once, when I was with my first boyfriend, I put my foot on his cock and...mmmmmmmmm..." She closed her eyes "It was heaven."
While she had been speaking, she had been rubbing her feet and flexing her long, dirty, toes. She had obviously been going barefoot a lot lately, since they were very mucky, but as I watched their prehensile stretching I began to get very turned on. She leaned back, supporting herself on her palms, and lifted her legs up, wrapping one foot each around our throbbing shafts, and began to move them up and down. Her toes held us tight like fingers, their hot, sweaty grip setting of dozens of tingling nerves. Then she took turns, Darren first, then me, wrapping both smelly feet round our dicks and giving us our first and most delicious footjob. After five minutes of ceaselessly accurate caresses, she brought both of us to a creamy, shivering orgasm in which cum pumped and oozed between her expert toes. She closed her eyes, relishing the feeling, and lay back, wriggling and squirming as sperm leaked down to her heels. I suddenly had one of those urges which had been so instrumental in expanding my sexual horizons before- I lay down on my front, and began licking the mixture of sperm, dirt and sweat off the filthy soles of her feet. She did not show any signs of being ticklish, but moaned from deep down inside her gut, long and low and primal. I carried on worshipping her, indulging my newly found fetish, sucking and smelling each toe, licking between them, enjoying her scent and her taste. At first Darren seemed to think this WAS a bit gross, and just lay back watching, but as soon as Katie's animal moans became louder he joined in- nothing gets him hotter than hearing a girl scream. She was struggling to contain herself now, tearing at her clothes and her hair, rubbing herself through the t-shirt which she seemed reluctant to take off. Eventually I could take the anticipation no longer and helped off with it, although she fought and protested. When finally it lay on the grass with her sandals, we could understand, at least partly, why she had been unwilling to part with it. Apart from the fact there was nothing underneath it but a pair of frayed and dirty panties and a pair of very gorgeous, suckable boobs her armpits were totally natural- chestnut hair burst from them, lighter and thinner than a man's but still very obvious.
