Comfort the hippy and let the punk do her thing

You look to the punk. "Sure, I guess. Though it'll be a bit weird with you sucking on me soft."

The punk shakes her head. "It's fine, really. I'm Tara by the way," she says, taking your softening member in her mouth.

"I'm John," you say. You look over to the hippy, who is still shaking. "Sorry, I never asked your name."

She smiles. "I-I wouldn't have told you," she stutters. "I'm just here t-to make Every Cock hard."

You look to her. "Are you all right?"

Her smile falters a bit. "I'm sorry. I'm jealous, but I shouldn't be. I made you as hard as I could, and then you gave your Cock freely to someone who doesn't properly respect it. But it's not for me to judge."

The punk girl, Tara, gives the hippy the finger as she continues to swirl her tongue around your softening member, doing her best to slow down the process.

You gesture to the hippy. "Come here," you say. Trembling, she comes closer, and you hold her. She looks up to you. "It was you, offering your body, that got me hard, wasn't it?"

She looks down. "Yeah," she said.

"Would you do it again?" you ask.

The hippy looks back up at you. "Yes," she says, purposefully.

You bend down to kiss her, and she kisses you back as warmly as before. She swirls her tongue around yours, and then breaks the kiss with a pant.

"Mmmm," says Tara around your cock, her eyebrows lifting. She gives a thumbs up sign as you feel yourself start to firm again.

The hippy looks down to the pale punk, and back to you, and smiles warmly. You gently grasp a breast, pulling yourself towards it, and the hippy quickly moves to allow you to suck on it.

"Yes," she says, as you take a nipple in her mouth. "Take my breast into your mouth. Let my womanhood rouse your Manhood," she says somewhat ritualistically. "Suckle on my teat and grow strong." She is breathing very deeply, and you can smell her musk quite plainly.

You aren't at it long before Tara comes up for air. "Okay, that's better." You pull away from the hippy to look to her. She gives you a curt nod. "Your member's gotten nice and hard again, but I've had enough for just now. Thanks for that by the way, 'sister'," she says to the hippy, extending a hand.

The hippy doesn't look entirely comfortable, but takes Tara's hand. "You're welcome, Sister." She looks down at your member, and smiles at you. "I think I'd better go talk to some other men. Thanks for honouring me with so much ardour," she says.

You shrug to her. "It was literally my pleasure. Uh, have a good day," you say.

She smiles to you, and wiggles her fingers in a wave. "You too," she says.

You turn to the punk, looking down at her still parted pussy lips, your eyes lingering on the solid black text just over her groin and on her chest before meeting her eyes. With a twinkle in her eyes, she looks just as pointedly down at your hard cock. "Don't you think you should button up, mister?"