As a modern hippie mamma and the leader of a free love sex cult, I’ve made it my sacred life’s mission to spread pleasure and joy wherever I go. You see, in today’s uptight world, there’s far too much repression and far too little intimacy. That’s why I gathered my girls for a special outreach trip to the Veterans hospital this week. It was time to give back!

When we first arrived at the VA, the patients looked so lonely and forlorn. Most were injured, in wheelchairs and walkers, with not a smile to be found. But that was all about to change! My girls and I put on our best come-hither smiles and sauntered in like a parade of flower children, our flowy sundresses and tank tops barely containing our voluptuous assets.

“Hello there, handsome!” I called out, sashaying up to the first ward. The old vets’ eyes went wide, hardly believing their luck at the sight of our nubile young bodies prancing before them.

“Mmmm, don’t be shy now,” my naughtiest nymph, Candy, purred, bending over to give a wheelchair bound soldier a tantalizing view of her perky breasts. “We’re here to make your day a little brighter.”

Before long, the whole ward was laughing and swapping flirty banter with us. We asked about their service, their families, their favorite positions! It warmed my heart seeing those rough-around-the-edges faces crack genuine smiles. There’s nothing like the mojo of the feminine mystique.

Once we had them feeling comfortable, I took the floor to explain the real reason for our visit. “Sweethearts, you fine men have given so much for our country. It’s only fair we show our deep appreciation.” I gestured to my bevy of beauties. “Each of you may choose any one of us to be yours today. Do to her whatever you wish, with our grateful blessing.It’s time to make love and not war, boys!!”

The men exchanged excited glances, some even pumping their fists. A grizzled old infantryman, crooked a finger at Cherry, our ditzy blonde. “C’mere, sweetheart.” He gave her a sly wink. “I got plans for you.”

Other soldiers grabbed girls and took them off to private rooms for some hanky panky. But a particularly frisky vet went right in for the kill, grabbing Ginger’s big tits and starting to maul her. “Mmmm, fuck yeah,” he growled. “Been too damn long since I felt some prime poon.”

Soon, the ward was echoing with grunts and squeals of delight as the girls got stripped down to their birthday suits. Sugar gave a balding Marine a sloppy blowjob, stroking what she could reach. “Mmmm, yeah, that’s it, honey. Feed me that cock,” she moaned, tongue lolling out lewdly.

Tiny, our resident gymnast, was bouncing wildly in the lap of a paraplegic vet, impaled on his hard manhood. “Ungh yeah, fuck me hard!” she squealed. “I wanna feel those strong hands all over me!” Her back arched as she rode him for all she was worth.

Meanwhile, three horny Army dudes were using Honey as their personal sex toy. One held her by the hips, slamming into her sweet ass from behind, while another sucked her fat nipples and the third tongue-fucked her dripping snatch. “Goddamn, she’s so tight!” the bottom dude grunted, his face buried between Honey’s cheesecake. “Mmmm yeah, drink my cream!” she panted, pushing his face deeper.

Over in the corner, my girls were loving the crippled guys just as hard. Candy was munching the balls of a one-armed vet, his single hand gripping her hair. “That’s it, baby, use me,” she slobbered. “Mmm, I love your salty taste.”

It was pandemonium, a garden of earthly delights, sensation overloading every nerve ending. The room reeked of sex, our collective juices leaking onto the linoleum as the sounds of pure pleasure filled the air. I watched in proud awe, my own slit gushing arousal at the sight.

This, I thought, this is Nirvana. Not some faraway heaven, but right here in the delicious, sweaty now, giving and receiving pleasure in the name of universal bliss. Every moan, every thrust, was a prayer of ecstasy. Every pussy pounding was a sacred ritual of union.

After, as we kissed and petted our new soldier friends, I gathered my girls to my bosom, our bodies still humming. “My darlings,” I murmured. “Never forget the power of shakti, the life force that flows through us. Don’t hoard it – spend it freely, like the pure gift it is.”

“That was one for the books,” Cherry giggled, looking as fucked out as she’d been.

“Mmmm,” sighed Sugar, “let’s do this again real soon.”

And so we would, my lovelies. So we would, touching lives and bodies as one. As I always say, a life without lust is like a garden without rain. We all need a good drenching now and then. Namaste