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11/03/2016
So, to preface, this is something I had dreamed about for a lonnnng long time. I've been a long time festival goer, but always in a relationship, and in the beginning of going to them I was just very tame. Festivals have always been so amazing to me because they never seem like real life. The drugs, the lights, the music, and the fucking beauty everywhere. Amazingly hot girls, wearing costumes out of a fantasy, or else nothing at all. Guys in the best shape of their lives. And everyone dancing, swaying, talking, just so open and out of their normal boundaries. And constant, overwhelming sexual tension.
Which leads to the fantasy. I wanted to be one of those festival girls. The one who just screams desire. Last summer, I finally got myself a costume. I had also been working out a lot, and looked pretty damn good.
The first night, I was still a little shy. I stayed close with my girlfriends, we danced, and had an amazing time, but eventually I ended up back at my tent at the end of the night. Alone. I was so frustrated, I ended up masturbating that night. My pussy was aching for me to go through with it. I forced myself to promise that I would finally have it happen.
So, cue the next night. I was feeling the festival magic. I was floating, I was in command. The music was moving through me, and I could feel it in the most primal way. The first part of my fantasy was an altered state of mind. My favourite sensual drug is MDMA. I didn't want to ruin the night though, so it was just a small dose. Then me and the girls headed to the stages.
To relive that night. I was being watched, and I loved it. Every move, every step, was perfect. I was in my own world, remembering my frustration last night, the amazing release of the orgasm, feeding on the looks of everyone around me. Finally, I had to leave the stage. I was hunting.
I left my friends, and told them I'd be back to meet them. I started to walk, searching for the right group. There were so many to choose from though... Finally, I saw a group of seven or eight people, just sitting beside the river that ran through the festival. This was your classic rave group. Grungy, tattoos, one of the guys had dreads, and the girls were all at least 8/10s. Everyone here is incredibly friendly, so I was comfortable to just walk up to the most attractive guy in the group and sit down. I'd never been this bold, it already felt incredible. We start talking, and flirting. I touched his leg, and I knew he was interested. That was easy though. The challenge, the real fantasy, was getting the rest of the group interested too.
A few left to go to the stages, but the rest of the group was heading back to their site. It was still very open, as everyone camps in a huge field, but definitely more likely to make things happen. We got there, and oh my god the energy was amazing. No one was fully sober, and everyone just climbed into the biggest tent and started snuggling.
I wanted more though. I led the way ... I grabbed the hand of the guy I had been talking to and moved it over my body. The smile he gave me let me know that this was happening. It's hard to explain how things happened next. Clothes came off, little by little. Hands were moving, a lot of hands. Eventually, hands move into places that are definitely beyond cuddling. I felt him start to finger me, and I came almost immediately but I refused to let it be done that soon.
I started sucking him off, and felt another hand move down to my pussy. I started shaking, and at this point just rolled over onto my back, totally naked, in a tent full of strangers, and I let them do anything they wanted to me.
I came over and over again, in a glow of what was happening. I had never even been with a girl before that night, and I ate pussy like it would save my life. I lost track of where each person started and ended. I was a toy, and I loved every second of it. It ended with all of the guys cumming on me, to the point where my torso was covered. Satisfied isn't a strong enough word for this.
Now, to complete the fantasy, I put my outfit back on, and went back to my friends (too fucked up to be that worried about where I've been) and kept dancing. I felt like the ultimate nympho, the dirtiest slut in the world and I loved it. I don't know if I'll ever be able to it again, but no night will ever be as good as that.
Which leads to the fantasy. I wanted to be one of those festival girls. The one who just screams desire. Last summer, I finally got myself a costume. I had also been working out a lot, and looked pretty damn good.
The first night, I was still a little shy. I stayed close with my girlfriends, we danced, and had an amazing time, but eventually I ended up back at my tent at the end of the night. Alone. I was so frustrated, I ended up masturbating that night. My pussy was aching for me to go through with it. I forced myself to promise that I would finally have it happen.
So, cue the next night. I was feeling the festival magic. I was floating, I was in command. The music was moving through me, and I could feel it in the most primal way. The first part of my fantasy was an altered state of mind. My favourite sensual drug is MDMA. I didn't want to ruin the night though, so it was just a small dose. Then me and the girls headed to the stages.
To relive that night. I was being watched, and I loved it. Every move, every step, was perfect. I was in my own world, remembering my frustration last night, the amazing release of the orgasm, feeding on the looks of everyone around me. Finally, I had to leave the stage. I was hunting.
I left my friends, and told them I'd be back to meet them. I started to walk, searching for the right group. There were so many to choose from though... Finally, I saw a group of seven or eight people, just sitting beside the river that ran through the festival. This was your classic rave group. Grungy, tattoos, one of the guys had dreads, and the girls were all at least 8/10s. Everyone here is incredibly friendly, so I was comfortable to just walk up to the most attractive guy in the group and sit down. I'd never been this bold, it already felt incredible. We start talking, and flirting. I touched his leg, and I knew he was interested. That was easy though. The challenge, the real fantasy, was getting the rest of the group interested too.
A few left to go to the stages, but the rest of the group was heading back to their site. It was still very open, as everyone camps in a huge field, but definitely more likely to make things happen. We got there, and oh my god the energy was amazing. No one was fully sober, and everyone just climbed into the biggest tent and started snuggling.
I wanted more though. I led the way ... I grabbed the hand of the guy I had been talking to and moved it over my body. The smile he gave me let me know that this was happening. It's hard to explain how things happened next. Clothes came off, little by little. Hands were moving, a lot of hands. Eventually, hands move into places that are definitely beyond cuddling. I felt him start to finger me, and I came almost immediately but I refused to let it be done that soon.
I started sucking him off, and felt another hand move down to my pussy. I started shaking, and at this point just rolled over onto my back, totally naked, in a tent full of strangers, and I let them do anything they wanted to me.
I came over and over again, in a glow of what was happening. I had never even been with a girl before that night, and I ate pussy like it would save my life. I lost track of where each person started and ended. I was a toy, and I loved every second of it. It ended with all of the guys cumming on me, to the point where my torso was covered. Satisfied isn't a strong enough word for this.
Now, to complete the fantasy, I put my outfit back on, and went back to my friends (too fucked up to be that worried about where I've been) and kept dancing. I felt like the ultimate nympho, the dirtiest slut in the world and I loved it. I don't know if I'll ever be able to it again, but no night will ever be as good as that.
Poster:
Jenn
