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She shudders and tells me to slurp out every drop, and then we rise and depart the booth. Walking past more booths, all empty, around a corner to the right and a little more light is filtering through from the bathrooms beyond. A door enters into the showers, and we continue around to our right into the urinals and stalls. I show her the stalls, which have locking doors, and I show her the enema taps designed to employ a length of hose (brought by the customer). She nods thoughtfully. 'You should install something like this at my apt for us'. I hadn't really considered it, but it was certainly doable... We exit the stall, to find a man kneeling between the urinals. He sees us, and opens his mouth wide. Alex looks at me, and grins. 'Fun!' She steps forward, remaining a yard from the waiting urinal-boy, and unzips her jock. The penis springs forth, and she aims it and begins to spray her piss at him through the peehole in the prosthetic! The slut-toilet strains to catch as much as possible, as the flow slows to a trickle and stops. He scoops droplets off his chest and into his mouth and thanks her. Unwilling to be upstaged, I walk to him and place my tip in his mouth and begin to give him a drink from the taps. Alex comes beside me, then drops down beside him, and steals my cock away to her mouth for a second. I hear her gulping, then she returns it to the man. I sigh as I finish, all but a few droplets are in the belly of the two slutty 'boys' in front of me. I pull Alex up. 'Come on, young man, we still have more of the tour!' We stride out into the hallway. The piss bottom awaits more piss. If we continue down this hall to our right, we will end up in front of our own room again, so I show Alex this, printing in her mind how to find our room in the dim maze of the basement. Later on she will surely be stumbling around, partied up, and easily lost, so it's important. 'I need to go in the room' 'Sure thing' I unlock the door, and we enter. She rummages through the bag, finds a euro style swimsuit, and a set of neoprene chest harness. She quickly changes into them, and grins at me. 'See? I can pass in the hot tub!' It's true, too. I grope her 'package' which even feels real. Quite the piece of engineering. I check my phone, we have an hour before the other tops arrive. This is the slowest time of day for the baths, and it's when I like to arrive because I am almost certain to get a decent room without having to wait. There are only a few guys wandering around, most of the afternoon bi married daddies from the suburbs have left, and the downtown crowd will start arriving around 10pm, with a big swell at closing time when the bars let out. We wander the basement halls, I show her the glory hole stalls that are out in this better lit area. I show her the one Silver likes to put me in, ass against the hole, for random use. She grins at that. Someone is just going in to the other sling room, an older leatherman, we stop and chat, and Alex tells him about how her 'Daddy lost a bet to me, and tonight he has to take ten loads in the sling in front of me, before he can put my pretty neg ass in it where I belong!', She puts her hand on the mans crotch, 'Maybe you want to come help him pay his debt? Or maybe enjoy me after?' she gives that husky boy-laugh, 'Or maybe both? it feels like you have a lot to go around!' The man, who is a rather handsome bearded fellow in his 50s or more, gathers her into his arms and kisses her deeply. She moans into his mouth, and when he breaks away she says huskily 'Two Daddies at once is a favourite of mine, mister...' 'Well, it's sure a nice offer, but you should know I'm Hiv+...' The man trails off. 'That's okay mister, as long as you're undetectable?' My sweetie is doing a perfect imitation of the kind of cumdump that is surprised to be pozzed after a few dozen nights in the sling playing with 'undetectable guys' and slamming tina. I can actually see this Leatherman's cock straining against his black leather jeans. 'Well in that case', the man smiles broadly, 'I will come visit later, and maybe bring some friends' 'Oh, goody mister!' playing up the jailbait role play fantasy to a T. He slaps her on her perfect round ass, which never looked boyish to me before, but is quite convincing now. She gasps, presents her ass for another, and another. He roughly turns her and presents her ass for me, and I take a few hard swats and spin her again. After a dozen hard ones, her legs give way and she slumps against him. 'Thank you mister, that made me cum a little!' He laughs at her 'Little slut boy, aren't you?' 'Yes mister, I can't help it!' He swats her gently, and we are on our way. She holds my arm for support for a few steps. 'I like that one, Daddy!' The basement has stairs at both ends, and by the one further from our rooms, there are computers available for customer use. I show her, but of course we have our laptops and wifi in the rooms, so it isn't a factor. I walk her up the stairs. Upstairs is the lobby, and there are vending machines with a selection of sex toys and better than usual food and non alcoholic drinks, there is also an actual gym with legitimate weights and equipment. As usual, there is a muscle boy in there working out and posing. It's the tall black man we first met, and we have a seat and watch the show. He is impressively built, and obviously enjoys the attention. Alex plays it up by rubbing her bulge, and I smack her head and loudly say : 'Remember, boy! you don't get to touch yourself, or to get touched, until later' 'Oh daddy, he's so sexy!' Alex pouts convincingly. 'Tough. The only things that get touched are your holes, you know the rules!' I grin at her, enjoying the fact that, in order to keep her cover, all her pleasure, for most of the night will have to come from hard cocks bumping her spot during anal. The very idea makes me harden. The guy has heard this exchange, and walks over. Sweat beads his skin, but he smells fresh and clean. His cock is long and thick, dangling down his leg, still soft. 'Mind if I use your boy's mouth a bit, sir?' He asks me, as the obvious Daddy. I wave assent, and he steps forward to where Alex is sitting beside me on the bench. She leans forward as he grasps her short hair around the nape, and pulls her onto his cock. I watch as she begins to use her skills on him. He hardens quickly, and rather than face fucking, he lets her control pace and depth. With a deep breath, he steps back. 'Man, that's impressive boy! And, this is no insult and quite far from it, did you know you suck cock more like a girl?' Alex takes it in stride 'I know, mister. The man who taught me was bi, and he taught me the way girls do it because he likes it better. But I can suck like a boy too!' She leans forward, lifts her chin for a straight throat angle 'Try it and see!' The man steps forward, and grabs her head. Steering it as he wishes, he begins a thorough facefucking. Soon enough tears are streaming down Alex's face, and snot is bubbling from her nose. She looks so beautiful that way. I clear my throat, 'You are more than welcome to fill her face with cum, but I know she's hoping you will join us later in the sling room...' 'Yeah, me too, but I can usually go a few times.' His moves become even more forceful, and then he stops, balls deep and indifferent to her strangled struggles as his load pulses into her throat. She won't have tasted a drop of it. He lets her go, and she collapses against me, moaning. He laughs, and picks up his dumbbells, returning to his workout as his cock slowly softens and Alex slowly recovers.

Our sling room is in the basement, which is filled with private rooms, glory holes, a small dark play room, and a shower and toilet area that features private stalls with enema facilities. Our Private sling room has a sturdy leather pig sling, a double bed, and a video screen with dozens of channels of gay, bi and straight porn. It's really the best room in the baths: In order to get to the dark rooms and the bathrooms, most people will have to walk past our door. If that door is open, whatever we are doing will be on public exhibition. As we leave our room, a tall and muscular black man is leaving the dark room. Our eyes both drop to his crotch. He pauses, and smiles at us, letting his towel drop to the floor. His cock is long and thick, and shiny from whatever hole he was fucking back in the dark room. Alex steps forward, grasps his cock, and strokes it. The man closes his eyes, and leans back against the wall. His cock stiffens. 'You like this one, daddy?', Alex asks huskily, 'Or should we not settle for the first nice cock we see?'. 'I'm sure we will see him again, Alex,' I say, loathe to interrupt the scene, but eager to show her the rest of the house. 'Okay daddy', she steps back, and to the black man she says 'Come visit us later, here in the sling room?' 'You bet, I will, you bet...' He picked up his towel, nods at me, 'Nice boy you've got there...' and leaves. Alex falls into my arms, giggling almost silently, whispering in my ear 'He thinks I'm a real boy! This is so fucking sexy!' Her hand drops to my cock, under the towel, finds me rock hard. 'I see daddy is having a good time?' 'Yes indeed, Alex, yes indeed!' I lead her around the corner, and show her the dark rooms. You squeeze down a narrow corridor, and it opens into a room with a couple of fuck tables, conveniently at a height to make accessing bottom holes comfortable. One side of the room has a gallery running across it with a railing and spindles. It's set up so bottoms standing in the dark room can suck tops through the railing. A door at the back continues into a series of glory holes. Further still, is a door that leads into the bathrooms. There is a bottom on one of the fuck tables. It's too dark to see details, but his sillouette is that of a muscular guy of medium build. He stirs as we enter. Two words, 'Use me', come from the shadows at the head of the table. Alex pulls me closer. Her hand strokes down the bottoms back. He is slick with sweat, and other fluids. She puts my hand at his hole. It is slick and dripping. She pushes me towards him, and pulls my towel away. 'Fuck him daddy,' She says it huskily, 'I want to see you use his sloppy hole' I lean forward, and enter him. Alex cuddles against me, her breath at my ear. 'How many loads do you think are in there?' More than a couple, I am thinking. His hole is soft and wet and sloppy. As Alex's tongue tickles my ear, I cannot help but think of how opposite this cumdump is to her tight muscularity. Alex's hole is always snug, even after a pounding, she grips my cock. This random slut, however, is gaping. It's like waving my cock in a bucket of water. I ram deep, and hear him moan, and Alex pulls me backwards. She leans over, and licks my cock. 'Mmmm your cock is coated in strange cum, daddy...' She stands again, and pulls me away. The bottom sighs in resignation. We continue. The glory holes. She shoves me into a booth, follows me in. I sit down, she nestles into my lap, and we begin to kiss. She squirts lube into her hand, and starts stroking my cock. I unscrew the poppers, take a deep snort, and then hold her under her nose. She breathes deep, and her head drops into my lap. That incredible mouth closes on my cock. Her head bobs, I groan. And suddenly she freezes. Someone is entering the next stall. Her mouth leaves me, and goes to the hole. She is sucking the cock that has been stuffed through from the next stall. She is panting. I push her head down hard onto the unseen stranger. I hear her gag, then a groan from next door. He is cumming! My girlfriend is taking her first bath house load, into her mouth from an unseen stranger. He pulls out, she sits up, I hear him leave. She grabs my head, and kisses me hard. She spits the cum into my mouth, forcing me to taste it. I groan in pleasure, and spit it back. We both moan and swallow our share. Sounds from next door. A cock pokes in through the hole. Long. Curved. White. Alex grabs the lube, and slicks the cock up. She stands, and presses her asshole against the tip. She's really buying in to this bath house thing. She whimpers as she wiggles her tight hole down. I know what the guy in the next stall is feeling: A tight, taut hole. Not your typical sloppy glory hole anus, not at all like a typical sloppy sauna hole. She moans, and I reach between her body and the wall, find the cock where it enters her. Raw, no condom, slick with lube and her ass juices. I hear her moaning with pleasure, I know she is unable to reach her clit through the leather jock and the rubber penis, yet I can hear her as she busts a small orgasm. There is a groan from next door, and alex sits down further on the cock. I realize he's cumming. Breeding her asshole. He pulls out, she stands. I spin her and push her against the wall. Spreading her cheeks, I bury my face in her asshole and lick the slick cum from her. I hear her gasp in shock as I eat the strangers cum from her hole. 'You fucking dirty whore!' She breathes as my tongue works.

The next evening, Alex stopped off to visit with the trans woman on the way to work, and I puttered around my apartment packing up a few boxes, doing some cooking, and digging out the various toys and equipment I would be bringing to the baths on saturday. I also spent a little time stretching my hole and working my way up to the 12" monster I keep around to make sure nothing at the baths can surprise me. It had been a while, but I was confident that with some daily practice over the next few days, and the drugs, I would be back in the saddle again. Or rather, the sling and the horse. Alex met me at about 9, carrying a medium sized gym bag. We hopped into a Car2go (my car was parked at her place) and went over to her place for the night. I asked her how the evening went, and she was pretty excited. 'It was fantastic. Cherry is close to my size, and lent me some stuff. I will seriously be able to pass as a guy. Even in the hot tub.' I must have looked skeptical. 'Wait and see' I thought she meant when we got home, but no. She dragged me to bed for a quick fuck, followed by a session of pegging. While pressing me down into the bed with her largest silicone feeldoe, she whispered 'You're getting this every night until saturday, little whore! I'm going to make sure you don't embarrass me in front of Black and Silver.' She giggled 'They probably think I'm way too easy on you...' I moaned, as she ground the feeldoe, which is roughly the size of Mr Silver, but even less yielding, into my asshole. As I came for the second time, I reflected on how lucky I was to have stumbled from a massive fuckup into the arms of such a lovely girl. As she kissed me hard, and folded me in her arms, I drifted off smiling. Friday passed in a blur of work, our last solid food (consisting of lots of high fiber) before sunday. Also, another feeldoe pounding from Alex. She was increasingly dominant and demanding. Obviously practicing for saturday. In particular, the trans friend had taught her to modulate her voice deeper like a man. It was disconcerting, but also sexy, to hear my normally *incredibly* womanly Alex sound like a horny twink. She also forbade me to cum, my first orgasms would happen in the sling, after more than 48hrs of chastity. About four times as long as I usually go between shots. I should also mention hydration. Some of you reading this are probably making notes, and if you plan a session of pnp, you should drink at least 3 litres of water or other (non caffeinated and non alcoholic) liquids per day for the three days before hand. It will make everything about your experience better, including the come down and the hangover. Hydration before and during is *key*. We spent a couple of hours giving each other super deep clean outs, which we would repeat tomorrow, there was a tacit assumption that at some point, Alex was going to be getting fucked, and that it would be 'as a man'. I honestly couldn't see how that was going to work, but maybe it would just be behind closed doors with people in on the secret... I shrugged, and forced my cock into her throat, feeling her gags spray her bowel contents into the toilet bowl. So tempting to face fuck her and breed her throat... I sit, and she gets her revenge forcing her fingers deep into my tonsils and laughing at me. The next morning, just clear smoothies, and she fucked me *again*. This time she was gentle with my ass, though still full depth, but she was rough with the rest of me. Forcing ass to mouth, making me eat her pussy and ass, and gloating at me over her freedom to cum in my face while I had to wait. She was putting me into bottom mode, and I had my suspicions that Silver had been giving her some coaching. It was working too, My ass felt empty and hungry, and I found myself thinking of her in the same way I think of Silver and Black: I wanted her to use me, wanted to be something that exists just for her pleasure. I longed to show her how willing I was to do anything it took to please her... I remember shivering with the anticipation. The funny thing about all of this is that, right up until the moment the session starts, I may be *looking forward* to being a bottom, but I am still a natural top. In the past, I have often been pounding some twink in the asshole and making him call me daddy when Silver or Black arrive and take the other end. Until I start the actual scene, I'm not a bottom at all. There is like a switch. We did another complete clean out at 4pm, packed up our stuff. Alex transformed into twink boy, and at six pm we cabbed down to Gastown and walked into the Steamworks lobby. 'Hey, is the sling room beside the bathrooms available?' 'Let me see... Yes it is!' 'Awesome, can I get it, and a locker for my guest here? He's from out of town' This was the key moment. If he asked for ID, we were fucked. Luckily, the counter guy was a top... He licked his lips. Alex leaned in and whispered in my ear 'Ask him when he is off shift', smart girl! No way he is going to ask for ID on a boy he thinks he might nail. 'Hey,' I say casually, 'If you're off shift later, maybe you might want to come for a visit?' I goose Alex in the asscheeks and she groans like a twink and makes a smooch at the clerk. 'Possibly! Thanks for the invite!' After that it's all smooth sailing. We collect our keys, head downstairs, and get inside the room. Alex collapses on the double bed laughing. I note she is immersed in character, even her laugh is lower pitched now. It's fucking hot. I set things up, plugging in the lap top, setting out lubes and toys. Alex strips, and changes. I take notice. She has a cock. It's like a cup that forms around her cunt, it looks quite real, and even has a pisshole, she can obviously walk up to a urinal and piss out of the end. Over it, she puts on a tight leather jockstrap with a zip fly, obviously designed to hold the assembly in place. With it tightened down, she looks like a rather well hung dude. I grope her. It even feels real! 'That's incredible!' 'Right? I have to very careful with it, replacing it would cost almost 400$. It's designed for trans men who want to pass before surgery.' She reaches into the bag, pulls out a second one, which is erect. It has a spring, and she shows me how it can be folded into the jock and erects when let loose. 'Wow!' I look at it. 'Not big enough for me though, I like them big.' 'You're a fucking cumdump tonight. If I find you a two inch micropenis you will please him, slut, and we both know it!' I sigh, knowing it's true. 'Did you at least bring your cock?' ('her' cock is the massive black silicone feeldoe) 'Of course, you think I would forget?' She cuddles into me and kisses me. Suddenly a woman again. 'You having any second thoughts?' 'Nope. I can't wait.' Suddenly an undefinable shift and she's a boy again. 'Good, let me finish changing and lets go find some ass.' On reflection, she switches to the erection model, and reattaches everything. I notice that one has a little bulb, and realize it can cum. Cool! She adds a tight leather vest, solid in front, all straps in the rear, and a leather cap. Look at the adorable little leather daddy-in-training! I strip naked, add a silicone cock ring, grab lube and poppers. We walk out into the baths.

Sorry. She will see your question though, perhaps she will message you. I wouldn't expect it though.

I returned from work Wednesday evening and got dinner ready. Alex brought wine, and we chatted while I cooked. As you have likely already realized, she is also a member of this site, since we collaborated on writing about the blindfold gang bangs. She was both surprised and intrigued to learn about the hiv fetish stuff, which she had never heard of. Bugchasing and the fetishization of HIV just isn't a thing in straight and female bi and lesbian circles, so it took her a while to wrap her head around it. I was still pretty shocked when she mentioned that she wanted to do some infection role-play. 'I don't want you to tell anyone that I am poz.' She said, 'I may want to do some kinky pozzing or rape play.' I was stunned. 'Hey, sometimes role play is really hot for people who have been victims! Half the reason I like rape-play is because I've been assaulted. One of the reasons I like age-play is because I started young, and sometimes I like to have a mental do-over.' She paused to sip her wine, looking at me over the rim of her glass. 'Comments?' 'Honestly, it freaks me out. Both because the idea of fetishizing a disease which kills millions of people is disturbing, and partly because I sort of get it.' I paused, because what came next was difficult to say, 'Sometimes I find myself wanting you to infect me. It's some sort of weird bonding thing, I think, that would somehow tie you to me. And it makes me uncomfortable.' She nodded. 'I get that. It's one of the reasons I want to play with the subject. It's also one of the reasons I am glad I'm undetectable and that you're on PrEP, because I don't want you to do something silly and impulsive. HIV is not a license to debauchery like the guys on breeding.zone sometimes think. It's got a lot of downsides to go along with at least not needing to worry about getting HIV anymore.' It was difficult, but being GGG for this girl has become my guiding principle. I have dedicated myself to not repeating the selfishness and the concealments that doomed my last relationship, but this was a stretch. I drew a deep breath, exhaled and: 'If this is what you want, I am going to do everything I can to help it out. Just trust me to use my safe word if I can't handle it, and otherwise please be my absolute owner from the instant Black and Silver start to dominate me, Okay?', I pause, 'I trust you. Completely. With my life, in fact. If you told me to let you infect me, I would do it here and now' She put down her wine, and came to hold me. not sexually, just in my arms and pressed against me. I had no regrets of what I just said. I was no longer worried, but eager to find out what it will be like to surrender, for the first time, to someone I actually love. I went back to cooking. Alex set the table, found some music, eventually the buzzer went and I went down to let them in. Silver commented that he had dated a woman who lived in this same building more than 40 years ago They came in, both having come from work. Mr Black from the hospital (he's a nurse) and Mr Silver from his corner office in a mid sized oil company. I introduced them to Alex, and actually caught Mr Silver licking his lips, which amused me. Both men are Bi, though Mr Black rarely fucks women (my ex wife a notable exception) Mr Silver, though, is married to a rather beautiful woman. It was pleasing, though not unexpected, to see his instant and naked desire for Alex. It was also returned in kind, as Alex seemed to be finding that perhaps a 69yr old man can be pretty sexy after all! She also appreciated Mr Black, though his response to her was harder to gauge. 'I see what you mean by 'alpha tops'', she said with a grin, 'These are some very attractive, and extremely *manly* men. I suspect I am going to learn a thing or two on saturday!' The pasta was ready, I plated up. Spaghetti Puttanesca, it was irresistibly appropriate. Silver laughed immediately, getting the culinary joke. For those who don't understand, the name of the dish literally means 'Whore's spaghetti'. I poured out wine, we sat. I'm a good cook, and our guests are polite gentlemen, who are also probably a little surprised to learn their slutty bottom cumdump is a skilled cook. They complimented me on the food, and in Silvers case, he mentioned that he recently had the same dish at one of Van's best restaurants, and this would stand with theirs. I'm flattered, since there is no way Silver would dream of saying it unless it were true. A short discussion of good restaurants ensued, We finished our meal, headed to the couch to chat. I'm not going to recount the dialogue. Suffice to say the main issue was that, while all three were going to be topping me (along with others, almost certainly), that Alex was the one in charge. Her will was law. I commented that I trusted both men absolutely in terms of controlling my drug intake, and in keeping me from being physically injured. Black brought up the elephant in the room, asking Alex about safer sex. 'Your boy here, he's on PrEP, and the rest of it is curable. What about you, girl?' 'Well, my fantasies involve bareback and risky sex, and pregnancy and maybe even some infection talk, so I'm planning to gamble this time. It's probably not smart, but that's my decision.' 'You know a lot of the guys at the baths are poz?' 'Yes, and I know that the undetectable ones are pretty safe' 'Sure, but guys lie. Chances are you will be fine, but you should know the risks.' Silver broke in 'I've arranged a few guys, all of them are undetectable.' Alex nodded, we changed the subject. We discussed how Alex would present in the baths to avoid freaking out the gay-boys, And Black said he had arranged to take Alex to meet a Trans woman friend of his, Alex was excited by the idea, and they set up a date for the next evening. The rest of the evening was devoted to limits and safe words and drug preferences. Alex mentioned how much she looked forward to seeing me get slammed, and that she might want to try it herself. Eventually we said our goodnights, cleaned the kitchen, and off to bed for a quick shag and sleep. Already I was as excited as a kid waiting for Christmas.

its why i only fuck guys 7" and over. Well, unless i'm cumdumping. then i take anyone.

I got back with the G, and found my girl in the kitchen putting together dinner. We skipped the wine in the interest of seeing how strong this batch of G was. (pro-tip, any time you buy G, it will probably be somewhat stronger or weaker than the last batch. Since the stuff is so dose sensitive, you want to test it at home before taking it to a party. Otherwise you run the very real risk of falling into unrousable sleep in the sling. Not the safest thing ever. I always try a low dose, then the next day a somewhat higher one, and keep going until I find that 'go to sleep point' while safe at home. Then I know exactly how much I can take recreationally. Of course, when you mix it with T, it's far harder to cause yourself to pass out, so it's not quite as important, but still good to know!) So after dinner, we watched a little netflix, and sipped some G and Juice, and talked about our coming adventure. She asked me if I had any concerns, and I admitted I was a bit worried about her seeing me in slut-bottom mode. After all, while she and I sometimes switched roles, I was mainly the top in our relationship, and it worried me that she might find me less attractive if she actually witnessed what Mr Black and Mr Silver can do to me. 'When I bottom for men,' I said, slowly, 'It's completely different from the way I have been submissive with you. When I submit to you, it's a very loving and affectionate thing. I am very conscious of your respect for me. And that it's an exchange between equals' I pause, trying to collect my thoughts. 'When I do these party sessions, it's the exact opposite. I am seeking to lose control, to be degraded and used for their pleasure, and to the greatest extent I can to be their total fuck-toy. My pleasure, in the sense of them caring about my orgasms, doesn't matter at all. Black and Silver are total tops, there is no love and no exchange. It's total surrender.' 'So why do you enjoy it?' she asked. I love the way she can accept things like this, and just try to understand instead of judge. 'I think its because I am naturally so dominant. Even when I switch, with a woman, at some basic level it's a kind of role play. But with a dominant gay man, I can genuinely submit. I can settle into being a mindless set of pleasure holes, and the result is probably very similar to the way you feel when I dominate you and you have those continuous helpless orgasms: You're freed to have as much pleasure as possible because choice has been taken away.' She nods slowly. 'Two things, sweetie. First, the only thing seeing you get topped is going to do for our relationship is make it stronger. That's because if this is something you need sometimes, I'm going to be there to make sure you damned well get it. Plus it's sexy as fuck to think of you showing me such a deep and secret part of your life!' She gives me a quick kiss. 'Secondly, This saturday night will be different. You aren't going to be submitting to Black and Silver. You're going to be submitting to Black and Silver and ME. This isn't going to endanger what we have, it's going to make it stronger. Frankly, if you had done this with your ex-wife, you guys would still be together.' She grinned a little crookedly at me, knowing she was poking a bit of a wound and showing me she was aware of it, 'In a lot of ways I am lucky you screwed up this part of your relationship back then, and I know it, but with you and me, I want to see us get it right.' I buried my face in her lap, feeling my throat choke up and tears start to flow. Simultaneously mourning what I lost and almost indescribably happy with what I had gained. Quietly, she stroked my back as I sobbed into her belly. I was reminded of previous times she had comforted me through a bad mushroom trip, after a violent encounter in a bar with some asshole rednecks, looked after me when I was sick. Gradually, some of the pain and guilt I had been holding in for years eased out. I felt so much better. She pulled me up, and kissed me. Got up, went to the fridge. Measured out some more G, returned and literally fed it to me, holding the glass to my lips until I downed it all. She led me into the bedroom, and stripped me, laid me back on the bed, and knelt between my legs. She began to suck me. Soft, into her mouth. Slurping and licking me inside her mouth, feeling my cock stir and harden as she kept her lips sealed to the base of me. My cock hardened inside her. lengthening and extending further, until rather than thrusting into her throat, I literally 'grow' between her tonsils and in. As her air cuts off, she takes a huge breath, and keeps me that deep as long as she possibly can. Straining and struggling to stay plugged with me. At last she comes off with a gasp, and with a handful of lube on her hand, begins to display some of the unbelievable artistry she owns. This girl may well be the finest cocksucker on earth. In a well-spent life of swinging and orgies and general sluttery, I have had my cock sucked by probably a thousand men and women. None have ever come close to the kind of mastery she displays. I moan as her hand coaxes me perfectly, making me harder than seems possible. Her lip ring brushes my shaft and tip, her tongue a flickering fire. She holds me so close to orgasm for minutes at a time, where one tiny movement would send me exploding, and with utter confidence that she can hold me there forever. And she does hold me there, and then slowly backs me away from that precipice, allowing me to calm a bit. Looking up at me, she smiles. 'I was going to swallow it, but I think I want to ride you!' The G has my head spinning, and the prospect of her tight cunt sliding down on me is intoxicating. I mumble something affirmative and she laughs at me 'Awwww, poor baby a little fucked up on his G? Gonna be fucked up on my cunt in a second!' She rises, throws a leg over me, fits my tip to her and sits down hard with a squeal. She's tight as fuck, but also dripping wet. She pauses with me hitting bottom, grinds twice and grunts out an orgasm. Obviously the long cocksucking (while grinding on my kneecap) had her well primed. I almost explode myself as her cunt milks at me, and she laughs. 'You almost came there, didn't you baby?', she laughs again, the musical laugh of a slut proud of her effect on me, 'You know you can't hold back, right? You know you're going to cum the instant I decide I want you to? Don't even worry about it! You let your Alex have her fun...' She starts to slowly grind again. My cock has been touching bottom continuously now for what seems like forever. I raise my hand to her perfect tiny breasts, A cups, barely there at all save for those sweet firm and sensitive nipples. The barbels in them gleam. I brush my thumb against them and she moans and shivers. More grinding and she cums again. Still not lifting from my groin. Again I am right on the edge of explosion as she pauses and smirks at me. 'Want to cum, baby?' 'Y Y Yessss' 'Roll me over and fuck me as hard as you can. I want it so deep I taste it when you spray!' I growl like an animal, grab her by the hair at the nape of her neck, and flip her. Her legs fly up towards the ceiling, her hands find the small of her back and her mouth finds my nipple as I rise all the way out of her and ram back in. One stroke, two, three and my cum is boiling, four and I groan, five and at the very deepest I explode for what seems like an hour, cum pulsing out of me like waves onto a shore. I stir the cum with my cock, it feels like 10 men have been there before me , so much gooey slippery delicious sperm. I gasp, my weight falls upon her, and I distantly feel her kissing and stroking me. My next coherent thought comes as I awaken beside her, hours later, her arms wrapped around me, her gentle snoring beside my ear. I can see the clock. Our alarm will go off soon. I carefully escape her arms, shut off the alarm, and pad into the kitchen. My girl has certainly earned coffee in bed, and more besides.

She grinned back at me, 'If that's how pretty boys get treated in the bathhouse, I may just start going on the regular!' She kissed my nose, pulled up her (mine actually) levis and walked back into the bedroom. This time she swung her hips like a girl, and blew me a kiss as she closed the door to turn herself back into a girl. So the plan was looking like this. I was going to go down to the baths at about 7pm on Saturday and rent one of the sling rooms. My Gf would come in as my out of town guest, and Black and Silver would meet us around 9pm to start the serious partying. Until then, Alex and I (I just realized I've never given her name in these stories. Alex, short for Alexandria.) would prowl around the darker corners of the bathhouse and I would give her a good tour of what goes on. I arranged a dinner date with Black, Silver, Alex and I for Wednesday to talk about boundaries and goals for the evening. On the one hand I was really excited at finally getting to get my bottom freak on with the woman I love, but I was also nervous at having her see just how degraded and submissive I can be. A bit troubled, I left to pick up the G.

Those of you who have read my other stories have met my girlfriend in them. You know she's beautiful, hiv positive, a flithy pervert and the very definition of the perfect girlfriend, 'good, giving, and game'. She treats me really well, and I do my level best to ensure I do the same for her, but her most recent requested adventure was one of the most difficult and ultimately incredible sexual exploits I have ever been involved in. It all started when I told her about how, until some time last year, I had a habit of once a month going to Steamworks Vancouver for a PNP session with one or two party tops I know. After my wife found out about it, and divorced me, I stopped doing it as frequently, and since entering into my relationship with her, I haven't had any anon sex at all outside of what we have done together. I have decided not to make the same mistakes I made in my marriage, with my new GF, and it's actually been pretty easy. She's very open and accepting, and we have a very trusting relationship despite how short a time we have been dating. She asked for all the sexy details, and much fun was had by both of us as I told her the stories and we fooled around. One result of this conversation was the set of chapters about my ex-wife and her sensory deprivation blindfold gangbang, another result was the adventure we went on last saturday night. As always, a few key elements that don't affect the plot, but which do prevent us or our partners from being doxxed have been made. The events described occurred just as told, though, at least as well as a couple of seriously partied up sluts can remember coherently. Basically, my girlfriend wanted to get into the bathhouse with me, and watch as I played the cumdump for an evening. She also wanted to meet my two top friends, Mr Silver and Mr Black, and maybe get into some trouble with all four of us if possible. Now, I would imagine most of our readers have never been to Steamworks Vancouver, but it's a really nice Bath house. It's also well attended by a lot of hot guys, but unlike other baths I have never seen any CDs or transwomen, or even transmen there. I went on their website, and did some googling. I found out that their policy explicitly says that anyone who identifies as male is welcome, although they do expect trans women and CDs to dress in a more masculine fashion. So I knew that at least there was a *chance* of arranging this. Problem is, my girlfriend is a stunningly beautiful woman. I wasn't sure how easy it was going to be to conceal her extremely female nature. She told me to relax, and that she would handle the disguise. I shouldn't have worried. I got on the phone to my top friends to see what I could arrange, and she disappeared into her bedroom. Soon to be 'our bedroom', by the way, when my lease is up. Yeah, we're moving in together 'Mr Black!', over the phone he was a little out of breath,'Catch you at a bad time?' 'Nope, just finishing up at the gym, good to hear from you!' I explained our little project and I could practically hear his broad grin over the phone, 'Where the hell do you find these incredible little sluts? I am in for sure, and if you want, I can bring some pharmaceutical T for the party. My G connection is no good these days though...' 'No problem,' I replied, and we figured out how much T we would want for us, agreed on a price, and a date. 'I still have a great G hookup through that girl I know. You bring the T and the infrastructure, I will bring the G, and we can sort out who owes what in a couple days.' We settled on the next saturday evening as out date, and I got on the phone to Mr Silver. 'Mr Silver! I have an unconventional adventure happening this Saturday and would love it if you could come!' I explained in detail, and as with Mr Black, Silver was amazed by my constant ability to find the wildest women in Vancouver and make them mine. He quickly agreed to the time and date, said he wold look into sourcing some quality cocks, and of course bring some party treats of his own to share. Silver is one of the only other people I know who buys MDMA directly from my connection, who manufactures it herself and gives it to me absolutely pure. 'See you there on saturday,' Silver said, and rang off. I made a call to my G dealer, and arranged to pick up a litre (I always buy in bulk, usually one or two litres every 3 or 4 months.) She's a little pricier than some, but I've never caught her watering it down, which is worth it to me. Besides, she's cute as hell, gives great head, and is usually more than willing to seal a transaction with a quick hard fuck. My kind of drug dealer. As I got off the phone, a tall slender twink walked out of my girlfriends bedroom. I stared in disbelief. Wearing a trucker hat, a plaid shirt, and some baggy jeans, my girlfriend had morphed into the kind of tight-assed teenaged barely legal chicken that was going to have all the tops in the sauna panting. Her face looked subtly masculine, there was even a hint of beard stubble. The paint was gone from her nails, her eyebrows had been thickened. I jumped up and kissed her, then flipped her away from me, and bent her over the kitchen table. My hands yanked her jeans down, and I dropped to tongue her asshole. 'Aren't you a handsome young man, I said between licks, as I fumbled at my belt. I grabbed the lube sitting on the table, and slathered it on her asshole, and without ceremony rammed it straight into her asshole. She gasped, and in an artificially low voice began that cliche masculine 'yeah man, oh yeah man, fuck me with that big cock man' chant you see in all the movies. It was so hot, I had never thought to role play with her as a dude! She began slamming back at me, then grunted in manly tones as she came, then begged me for my load in 'her tight teen ass'. I groaned and filled her/him. I pulled out, spun her around, and said 'Yeah, you'll pass...'

Tish looks at both of us, obviously amazed, and obviously excited, by Sarah's proud filth. Sarah kneels, and flips Tish's long skirt up around her hips. Pulls her panties down and off, and plunges her face into the revealed cunt. Tish gasps, and grabs Sarah's hair, pulling her dreads roughly. I get behind Sarah, and slide my cock into her cunt, and begin a slow deep thrusting, Making sure I reach bottom on every stroke, but avoiding roughness. I hear a buzzing, and note that Sarah has her vibrator out and on her own clit. I grab the blindfold, and put it on Sarah. Tish helps me pull Sarah to the middle of the bed, I lie on my back and Sarah mounts me with her suddenly sloppy cunt. It's the first time she's been anything but glove tight, and I realize I have finally gaped her. Hot. Tish fumbles in her bag, pulls out a strapless dildo (If you don't know what that is, dear reader, google 'feeldoe'.) She slides it inside herself, and now a thick curved black silicone cock appears to have replaced her cunt. A buzzing starts, as she switches on the built in vibe. I pull Sarah down for a kiss, as Tish sets the tip of her BBC at Sarah's hole. Sarah's eyes open wide. 'I've never done this!' 'Good', I growl, 'Now we can train you up properly!' Tish slowly presses in to Sarah's already battered hole, and the vibrating silicone cock, aided by a lot of lube, slowly spreads her piss-cleaned hole and slides in. Sarah moans in pain, but does not try to shrink away. I grind my cock into her, feeling my own groin mash against her clit with the tiny golden ring. Sarah moans again, but not in pain, as she begins to move on both of us. Distantly I hear Tish, 'Pretty eager for our cocks, for your first time, slut!' Sarah moans 'I've been thinking about this since I saw that toy'. 'I know you have, bitch, that's why I showed it to you... And that's why I brought it here when I decided to check up on you!' Sarah cums. Just a little one, nothing compared to previously this session, but her eyes open wide. 'Oh wow! I didn't think I could cum when it hurt this much!' She comes again, harder, and begins to buck on us, trying to get both of us deeper. I look past her shoulder to Tish, worried for Sarah, that she might overdo it and tear something. Tish mouths 'Time to switch' silently. Sarah grunts and comes hard, as Tish slowly withdraws. Sarah rolls off me and lies back. I roll on top of her and begin to kiss her gently when suddenly Tish grabs me and turns me to her. The Feeldoe is in my face and she pulls my mouth down on it! Sarah gasps to see this, as the toy, slathered with lube, ass juice, piss and cum is forced into my mouth. Well, I say forced, but actually I am gagging myself on it, as Sarah sits up and helps Tish take my face. I try to speak, but the dildo is way too thick. Tish pulls out, forces me belly down on to Sarah, and begins to rub the feeldoe against my asshole. Sarah is looking at me with pure lust, and then she says 'I want to see her fuck your asshole!' I moan, 'Then tell her not to be nice!' I am shocked by my eagerness for this, especially from two girls I have been decidedly dominant to for days. Both girls laugh wickedly. Sarah reaches down to my cock, once again firm, and begins to stroke it. She kisses me hard, as Tish slides the tip in and begins to stretch me open. I expect it to hurt, it's bigger than anything, real or plastic, that I have taken before this day, but actually it just feels good as the tip parts my ring open and the shaft begins to slide inexorably inside me. I moan, and realize I am cumming, that cum is spraying from my cock all over Sarah's belly, and that all I want is for Tish to keep pounding, for Sarah to keep stroking, and to learn from these two sexy women what it means to get properly fucked. Tish pulls me up onto all fours, as Sarah gets under me in 69, and swallows my semi-soft cock. I moan, I may not be hard anymore but her tongue and throat feel incredible. The angle, and my partial softness allow me to slide past her tonsils and into her throat for the first time, so I begin thrusting in time to Tish's thrusts. I am conscious of cumming again, uncertain whether any sperm comes out. I drop my face to Sarah's sloppy cunt and suckle at her, flicking and tugging on her piercing, enjoying her hips flexing to meet my face. I cum again, and again. I have lost track of time. Suddenly Tish slides the feeldoe out of me, I am conscious of the length of it, feeling very inch pass my wrecked asshole. The big black dildo is brought to my face again. Sarah joins me, we both clean it thoroughly. Tish stands, removes the toy, blows us both a kiss and leaves us without ceremony. Sarah and I cuddle. The foxy high peaked a while ago, and while we are both still high, we are certainly calming down. Sarah kisses me, soothes me, assures me of how sexy I am. I notice, through my high, how careful she is being right now to be submissive. She slides down my body, kissing and licking. pleasuring me until she reaches my cock. She meticulously cleans my cock, like she always wants to, then lifts my legs, cleans my balls, and then finally, cleans my ass. She licks me patiently, scrubbing every trace of lube and filth away with her little cat-tongue. Always a cat, this one. She leaves for a moment, then returns. 'I put water on to boil. I want to bathe you, and change the blankets in here, and then slowly come down with you.' She kisses me, I agree, still overwhelmed by how the girls so completely owned me, and how swiftly Sarah has managed my uneasiness. I clutch her to me, bury my head in her shoulder. 'Thank you Sarah. You are so perfect.' 'Thank you Daddy' she replies quietly, 'Most men are not brave enough for what you just gave me.' I realize I am crying. Happy, but overwhelmed. And high, I cannot push the emotions back or hide them. She holds me close, I calm. I search her face, see her own tears. I lick them from her cheeks. We leave the van, she washes me. I wash her. We pull out the blanket, soaked in god knows what. I toss it in a bin, pour a little soap, the rest of the boiling water, to soak. We reenter the van. God we are so sore! for the first time since I met her, my cock stays soft when she touches it. She smiles. 'I thought I would never wear you out!' 'My god, woman, you are a force of nature!' The high fades fast, but the memories remain. To this day, I have never had an experience like it. It changed me, and not always for the better. In some ways, it led to the events that failed my marriage, but it also opened me to a submissive side I never knew I had. There were more fantastic experiences at that festival. I will likely talk about them eventually, but as I sit here in Sarah's apartment years later, watching her cook dinner naked, a trickle of my cum on her inner thigh, I am suddenly very conscious of how important that single afternoon was. It led, winding and painfully, to where I sit now, as happy as I can ever remember being. Now I just have to keep from fucking it up.

I've arranged a number of gang bangs for girls, and have often had each guy sign or initial her asscheek with a sharpie after he cums.

Sarah rolls me onto my belly, and puts a pillow under my hips. She begins to tongue my asshole, eating me with the same dedication she showed to Tish's cunt. Her fingers rub lube into me liberally, first one, then two fingers enter me smoothly, and skillfully. I groan with pleasure, feeling my cock stir at her touch. Unexpectedly, 'Are you ready for your dose?' I twist and look at her. 'When did you slide it in?' 'A while ago. I slipped it between my fingers, so the edge of the tube wouldn't be scratchy.' She pats my ass, 'Ready?' 'Fuck yes!' I am disappointed to feel nothing. No sensation of squirting, no warmth or coldness. I feel the tube withdraw. A moment later, the empty syringe is at my lips. 'Lick my ass juice from the tube, daddy! I just put mine in quickly so we can come up together!' She smiles down at me, and I lick eagerly, frankly willing to do just about anything this little miracle asks of me. 'You're so sweet to me!' she giggles, 'even when I ask you to do something dirty! I have to find more dirty things for you to do!' She lies down beside me, likewise on her belly, as we let the liquid percolate deeper into our guts. She starts to sing another Irish sounding folk song, this one is about a lesbian girl who's playing with a dick and making jokes about it to her girlfriend. I giggle at all the bad puns and the filthy jokes. 'Did you like it?' 'It was awesome, and hilarious, who is the band?' Shyly 'I wrote it myself this morning, before you woke up!' I'm impressed. It was funny, the rhythms and rhymes were unforced. 'Wow!' She chatters a bit about songwriting, and how she can write words but not music, but that there are like five tunes in folk music that each have a thousand different words to them. Suddenly, I can feel the foxy. There is a warmth rising. a thickness in my throat. I roll to my side facing her. She looks searchingly at me. 'You can feel it?' I nod, reach out and stroke her naked back with my fingernails. She shivers, I swear sparks are arcing between my fingers and her spine. She breathes deep, 'I feel it too... warm and heavy on my skin'. She rolls to me, and closes on me, and we kiss very gently. Her lips graze mine, the rings in her lower lip brushing me. We brush each other with our lips, as though painting with them. Her tongue flickers out and traces the corner of my mouth. We are not touching anywhere but our mouths, I feel as though energy is rolling back and forth between us, in a column of power that must be visible, joining our mouths. Her lips come to mine in a kiss, not brushing now, but pressed gently, opening my mouth to her tongue. She is exploring my mouth, and a pressure is building in my belly. she pulls back and looks down. My cock is huge and veiny, it visibly pulses. Her eyes grow wide, her hand reaches to my chest, rolls me to my back. She rises to her knees, bends over my improbably intense erection. I have never seen my cock look like this. It's purple. It looks fake. It's almost painful. Her dreadlocks fall around her face, and brush and rest on my stomach. I cannot even see her face, but I feel her open mouth close over my penis. I gasp. My cock is so hot her mouth actually feels cool in comparison. It slides down on me, and stops as my bulging head reaches the back of her throat. She shifts slightly, and begins to roll my cock deep inside her mouth. My hands twist in the blankets by my sides and I suddenly and helplessly begin to cum into her mouth. She makes a shocked sound, and grabs my hips, keeping me from pulling away. I can clearly hear her gulping and gagging slightly as I push what feels like cups of semen into her. I subside, look down at her, as shocked as she was by the sudden orgasm. She pulls back her hair, meets my eye with my cock still against her tonsils, then slowly and with suction, comes off my cock. Her tongue and fingers seek out a few stray drops, which are quickly swallowed. My cock is no longer a ridiculous and swollen beast, but I remain hard. Her hand stays on my shaft as she slides up beside me, and not pausing to see if I might object, kisses me deeply, making sure I taste my semen on her lips, her tongue, her breath. I moan, kissing back, loving that she expects me to be as filthy as she has repeatedly been for me. 'That must be what Tish meant,' she says, 'By orgasms that come from out of the blue.' She looks at me a moment. 'Also, two full days is the longest it has ever taken a boy to cum in my mouth. I was beginning to think you would never get around to it!' I sigh at something her hand does to me. The blankets are doing a geometric dance in the corners of my eyes, and my skin feels like someone tripled the nerve endings. 'This shit is incredible,' I am shocked my voice sounds normal. 'No wonder people rave about it!' I rise up onto my forearms, and kick her legs apart a little roughly, and slide between them. I fit my cock to her dripping hole and slide in, as she wraps her long legs around me, and we begin to fuck, our hips rolling together, sweat beading on both of us, our words devolving into groans and whimpers. Her hands clutch at my triceps, digging painfully into the muscles as her tight cunt clamps on my every couple of minutes. A series of medium sized orgasms as regular as clockwork. Her eyes suddenly fly open as I am looking at her. 'Thrust really hard, hard enough to hurt!' I ram as hard as I can, and she yelps as though she has been kicked and comes as hard as I have seen her yet. Her nails sink into my arms, it is agonizing yet wonderful. She comes back to earth, I look down to see bloody nail marks in each arm. 'Sorry,' she says sheepishly, and I shush her. I am back to the slow rolling, she moans, and pulls me down to kiss. her pussy is squelching loudly, so wet from squirt and lube, yet clamping on my cock like a pair of skillful hands. She pushes me back and out of her, and turns onto all fours. 'Eat my asshole Daddy!' And I eagerly comply. Her ass is slathered in cunt juice that has dripped down to coat it. I meticulously clean and polish it, slurping it up and gulping it down the same way she gulped my sperm. I can't believe my cock is still hard. 'Lube me daddy, and take my asshole!' I love how suddenly she has become demanding. I want nothing more than to keep making her happy, especially if this is the way to do it! I lube her well, then lube myself. I wonder how long I can last, as I press her down onto her belly, and enter her hole. It is tight, of course, but hungry. 'Fuck me like you own me, Daddy,' she whimpers. 'Use my dirty ass as hard as you like. I want you to own me, Daddy. I want to do the things nobody else will do!' I moan back in her ears as I roughly use her hole. 'I love your asshole, Princess, and I'm going to take it from you whenever I want it. I'm going to fuck your tightest hole until it gapes for me, and then fuck it some more!' She moans and cums hard for me, and then rolls her hips to continue meeting mine. 'It hurts Daddy, it hurts and I want it to hurt. Please don't stop before I cum, Daddy,' and she suddenly explodes again, her hands flying back to hold my hips down and deep inside her. And my own orgasm explodes again every bit as intense as before, painting her guts with sperm, her clamping hole having driven me over the edge. 'Stay in me Daddy! I can't take any more fucking, but you can stay inside, let me be full of your cock, Daddy!' I soothe her, telling her how precious she is to me, what a perfect little whore. How she will always be my perfect princess. 'Let your cock soften inside me, Daddy.' Her hips stay rolled up, holding my softening penis inside. 'Daddy. I want a very dirty thing.' 'Yes princess?' 'When you are soft, I want you to use me for your piss.' I am stunned. 'You mean, ...inside you Princess?' I stammer it... 'Yes Daddy. It's the dirtiest thing I can think of. I want you to do it to me.' Only one problem. The idea of it has stiffened my cock back up. She giggles as she feels it. 'Shhhh princess, let daddy soften'. I relax, realizing that if I can soften, I do need to piss quite badly. Soon enough, I whisper in her ear. 'Daddy needs to piss now...' She moans 'Inside me, Daddy. Fill me up even more now. Make me take all of it inside me'. For the first time ever, I do what has become one of my favourite things. I feel piss coursing down my cock, and flooding into the guts of my depraved slut. She sighs with pleasure. 'I can feel it Daddy. It feels so filthy. I can feel it filling me, I can feel it trickling deep. I love how dirty I am for you' I whisper in her ear, as I slowly drain my bladder into her. 'I love that you asked me to do this to you Princess. I've never had such a perfect filthy slut, who would do such a thing.' I finish. Empty. I tell her so. She tells me to pull slowly out, and clamps down hard. She rolls over and looks up at me. 'Take me into the bushes and help me let it go, Daddy...' We get up, she strains to keep my load inside her. We slip quickly into the bushes, and she squats in front of me. I naturally pull her mouth onto my piss and shit smeared cock. She eagerly cleans me, as a mixture of cum, shit, and piss flows from her swollen asshole. An effective enema that appears to be clearing her asshole quite well for future use. I continue to fuck her mouth, then pause. Forcing a little more piss out, and into her mouth. She swallows eagerly, returns to sucking. We are both still very high, and I lead her back to the van and inside, where we find Tish waiting for us. 'I read your note, figured you must be out to pee or something.' Sarah blushes, whispers in Tish's ear. Tish gapes at her. 'You did WHAT?' she sputters 'That's the filthiest thing I have ever heard of!' I put my hand on Sarah's shoulder possessively. 'It's the filthiest thing I've ever heard of as well, and I'm very proud of her.'

'So I did a bunch of research on Foxy last week,' Sarah said as we washed up and put away the kitchen. 'The biggest problem people have with it is that it tends to make you nauseous, and that it's dose sensitive. The pills I got from my friend are supposed to be about right for most people, though.' She paused, and looked me up and down. 'I'm wondering if a big guy like you might need more though, so I think maybe we should give you one and a half pills...' I nodded slowly. 'Seems to make sense. If I am too high to function, it would be too bad, but it seems unlikely.' I frowned, 'But like you saw with the mushrooms, I already have a pretty wimpy stomach.' 'Yeah,' she said, 'What I read is you're way less likely to get sick if we plug these pills like I we did with the ecstasy on Tuesday. I find most drugs seem to go way easier that way, honestly.' I grinned broadly, 'Don't have to tell me twice. Tuesday night was the best thing I have ever felt. You have me sold on that technique for sure. Plus it's hot when you slide it inside there...' She smiled back 'Isn't it the best? Sooooo fucking dirty!' We finished up the chores, she continued 'The stuff only takes like 15 minutes kick in, so we need to make sure we're ready to go before we do it.' I nodded, and started tidying the van, making sure we have water, stuck a small bucket to one side in case of sickness. I made sure the lube was handy, then we bathed each other with warm water and towels. I knelt, and lathered her perfect cunt and shaved it clean for her, including her puckered little ass. She lathered my face and shaved it as well, leaving my scalp alone because 'I like your head a little scratchy...' I loved this part, soaping and rinsing her flesh, I reflected on how much I enjoy her lean frame, and yet how equally I was excited by Tish's chubby curves, and by my wife's muscular athletes body. I feel sorry for men with only a single type to enjoy. Sarah found a pen and paper, writes a note for the door of the van. 'Do not disturb, except for Tish. Tish can come right on in!' 'I agree, Sarah-love, but isn't she down at the beach for the duration?' She shrugged, 'Who knows, I just don't want her to feel excluded if she decides to check up on us. she knows how intense this is, and we don't, right? She might feel like making sure we're okay.' Sarah rummaged in her pack, and pulled out a few things. A vibrator, a blindfold, and a little syringe of the kind used to dose medicine to babies. It had a six inch length of thin aquarium tubing on the end. Sarah took out three of the pink pills from our stash, cut one in half, then carefully crushed the 2.5 pills into powder on a piece of paper. Carefully, she poured it into the syringe, then replaced the plunger. She carefully drew up 10 ml of hot water, and shook the tube until all is dissolved. She replaced the tubing. I looked around, satisfied all was well. We entered the van, opened the windows and secured the screens. It was warm in there, so I started up the little fan in the roof box, which runs off the extra batteries. It quickly becomes much cooler. We sprawled on the bed together. I have the clearest memories of the rest of that evening, despite how unbelievably, intensely high I became. It remains one of the greatest memories of my life.

I post a series of stories about my real life experiences as a bi swinger. Most of them involve chem sex as well. I would like to suggest you add a chemsex category the straight and bi forums, and move my stuff into it. Of course, it may be that you are fine with straight chemsex stories in the existing forums, I just wanted to point out that such a category would have content, and that I intend to continue with writing such content, since it seems popular and since it reflects my own sexuality in what I see as a positive and erotic way that brings pleasure to readers. I want to make sure my content isn't, as you point out, going to surprise people. You run a good site, and while there are things posted here sometimes that freak me the hell out, I respect the idea that even the wildest fetishes are expressed here, and that those of us disturbed by them are simply expected to not read them, rather than being allowed to shame those people for their fantasies. In the end, I can post my work only because of that dedication to an atmosphere of tolerance.

Someone was tugging on my foot, and there were squishy breasts against my shoulders as I blinked awake. light peaked around the curtains in the van, and I could smell coffee. My belly rumbled, I opened my eyes past slits, Sarah knelt on the floor of the van down by the foot of the bed. Holding a cup of coffee in one hand, and my big toe in the other. I groped behind me. Tish, obviously, and naked. She wiggled a bit. There was breath in my ear, then a nibble. I wondered when she had arrived, and how she managed to slither into my bed without waking me. 'It's 11am, Daddy, and you know what day it is!', Sarah said, way too cheerful for what feels like early morning. 'Foxy day?' I mumbled, distracted by the teeth and tongue which were teasing my ear and neck. Tish's hand came round to stroke my cock, which was once again heroically outperforming all expectations by hardening up for duty, despite having been abused so thoroughly over the past two days that it should be a bleeding nubbin. 'Foxy day!' Sarah cried gleefully, and crawled up on the bed with the coffee, handed it to me, then dropped down and began to lick my nipples, then down to my cock. Tish stroked the shaft, Sarah licked and sucked the head, and I rolled onto my back and leaned against pillows and sipped coffee. There are worse ways to wake up. Pretty much all of them, in fact. Tish took a swig from my coffee cup, swallowed it, then kissed me long and slow. She pulled back, 'So last night was amazing, and I loved every second of it,' she said, 'but I'm not sure its ever going to happen again. I mean, going all the way like that.' She suddenly blushes, 'I mean obviously I'm still into fooling around with you, but I'm not on the pill, and I don't want to be, and besides, I think girls are just more my thing. Are you okay with that? I mean, if it will be weird for you, I can back off and away from you guys...' I looked at her for a moment. Thinking about last night. Realizing that, fun as it was, the best parts of all of it were that I shared it with Sarah. I also realized neither of these girls was aware that I had a vasectomy. Interesting, since neither had been even slightly hesitant to be bred, deep and thoroughly, by me. 'Not worried about getting pregnant from last night?' I asked her, curious to hear her response. Wondering if last night might have actually been intended for just that purpose, in fact. 'No, my period ended two days ago. I'm as likely to get pregnant as YOU are,' Tish said, gripping my cock a little tighter. 'Worry more about little Sarah here, who seems to like the idea of calling you daddy' and she giggled at me. Sarah popped her busy head up 'I'm on the pill Daddy, no worries there!'. I sighed, 'Well all of that is a relief, but perhaps now is a good time to share that three years ago a nice doctor snipped my tubes, and neither of you would have anything to worry about in the first place.' They eventually stopped toying with my cock, and we chattered and cuddled for a while as I drank coffee and joined the living. We fleshed out an agreement on how the three of us would relate together. That we would let Tish decide how much dick she took, and how, but that Sarah could feel free to push her in that regard, while I should likely leave those decisions to them. I was fine with that, because honestly I could tell Tish was going to be up for more. Dick was something brand new to her, Gay she certainly was, but until she got a little more accustomed, it was a brand new toy. All of us would try and be open to fun, and not get upset if someone called a change of directions in the middle of play time. Tish also pointed out that she would like to get her mits back onto Sarah one on one from time to time, which made Sarah look a little nervous, and made me grin. Maybe the most significant part went unstated. We were all three assuming this would continue to happen, even after the festival. That was a pretty big deal. 'You bet you can borrow my little princess. She's much less bratty after your handling'. Sarah groaned, and punched me lightly on the arm. 'Thanks Daddy, now she's going to be even meaner. Did you know she bites?' She showed me the bruises on her inner thigh. 'Mean, princess? Then why do you so obviously love it? 'Shut up!' More cuddling. We got up. I threw on shorts, Sarah remained naked, Tish had a long t-shirt and looked adorable in it. I rummaged through the coolers. It was thursday morning, and soon enough the food vendors would be open, time to start finishing up the supplies. Out came a cantaloupe, a honeydew, the rest of the bacon, some sharp cheddar. I set the bacon in the pan, sliced and seeded melons while the girls loll in the hammock together. Alternating low conversation with idle make outs. It was, in a very unusual way, an extremely domestic situation. The bacon was nicely crisped and delicious with the sweet melon slices. I made more coffee. I filled the bowl of the hookah up and sparked it, and we passed the hose around, and talked about the rest of the festival. The official stages opened tonight, so we clustered around a playlist. We talked about acts we wanted to see. Tish pointed out some good DnB, asked us if we would come with her. It's not my thing, but I agreed, and invited her to some psytrance. We also made a play date for the next day. Assuming, as Tish said, that we had any energy at all after our Foxy. She talked a little about what it was like last night, when she had taken us both on under the influence. She talked about how ravenous it made her, how she felt completely helpless to resist or control her orgasms. How they sometimes just exploded out of the blue. How she found herself unable to concentrate on anything but giving and taking pleasure. Most of all, how it made everything *taste* good. Even the sweaty kerosene flavour of an 'icky boy fire dancer'. That last with a giggle. 'Oh yeah,' said Sarah, 'I could tell you thought he was icky all the way through!' They both giggled. 'Ooooooo, boy cooties!' Our plans were made to meet tonight at the beach if we could manage it, and in any case after dinner on friday for a leisurely makeout session. Tish left to meet her campmates down by the river, and Sarah and I looked at each other. No idea what she was thinking, but I was wondering if I could handle this Foxy thing. If it was any more intense than what I had already experienced with Sarah, it might break me entirely. For her part, she looked back at me smiling, and started singing for me as we tidied dishes, boiled water to bathe in, and prepared mentally for what was to come.

The set carried on, the girls danced together, guys gathered around, assuming one or the other of these stunning creatures was available. They tried their luck, were brushed off. Girls cut in more subtly, but also moved on, though often after a little grinding, a few even rated a groping or a kiss, and I suspected Tish might be making notes for later in the week. Both girls shot me glances from time to time, making sure their show was appreciated, that my eyes were locked on them. And locked on them they surely were. Sarah's flat belly and perfect breasts gleamed with sweat in the lights, revealed beneath the open jacket as she whirled and twisted. Tish's eyes were wild and dark, her huge pupils and her constant grin told me that one or two of those pink pills may have found a home in her belly earlier. The music peaked, the girls pressed together and began a sultry full body grind. I was spellbound, as their hands traced curves. Ogling onlookers, girl and boy alike, stopped in their tracks and gaped. Tish pulled Sarah's mouth down to hers, they kissed deeply, for a long time. The set faded away, as the synths lowered, the drummer ceased, the singer stood back. The transition to the next set began. The girls walked to me arm in arm. I remember that some in the crowd stared enviously as first Tish, then Sarah, kissed me thoroughly, then led me away. I heard, clear as anything, one guy, 'Jesus, there goes the luckiest bastard on earth!' The girls laughed like maniacs, to them I said 'And don't I know it!?' The girls were exhilarated, Sarah seemed almost as high as Tish, and frankly I felt it as well, though both of us were as sober Tish was wasted. Before long we reached the RV. Opened the door. Tish stepped in, and turned. She looked at both of us. 'So, I'm not really into boys, but tonight...' Sarah put her hands at the small of my bag, shoved me forward, and followed me in. We went straight back to the bedroom, Tish suddenly wouldn't meet my eye as Sarah stripped her carefully out of her glowing body suit. Underneath she was flushed, slippery with sweat, nipples rock hard, and she was shivering. Sarah stripped quickly, and joined her on the bed, holding her, stroking and soothing her like you might ease a scared puppy. I shrug out my own clothes, and join them. Tish aggressively kissed me, eagerly climbed on top of me. She bit my neck, then down my body. I stopped her. 'Wait, Tish.' She still wouldn't look at me. 'Tish? Look at me...' She looked. She was fucking terrified, and obviously horny as hell. 'You're really high right now. You're not too high to do this, if you want, but are you sure it's what you want?' I was very conscious of Sarah staring at us. Tish cleared her throat. Quietly, 'It's what I want. I'm scared, I've never fucked a guy, but I want you guys to do this.' I nodded. I looked to Sarah, who drew her up to kneeling, and kissed her long and slow. 'Tish,' Sarah said firmly 'you can tell us to stop any time, you understand?' A shy nod 'Want to learn how to suck him?' Another quick shy nod. Thank god for Sarah. She gently guided Tish around my body, Showing her the differences between pleasing a girl, and pleasing a guy. Of course she was clumsy, but man was it ever hot! And never hotter when, as Sarah laid back beside her, and she spread her legs wide. I fit my cock to her lips, and she looked up at me. 'You know I'm a virgin? I mean, technically?' I groaned and thrust in. Muttering 'Not anymore, you sexy little bitch!' as Sarah's gales of laughter were music to my ears. Virgins are a huge pain in the ass, and I'd had far more than my share of them. But if one must, then an extremely slutty and experienced lesbian is the kind of virgin you want... We were all of us sweaty, and by this time well covered in lube and pussy juice, Tish's cunt was creamy, not as tight as Sarah, but deeper. I had a hard time hitting bottom in her (and oh, I tried, to her delight). She was responsive, came easily and often, and she was LOUD. Perhaps my favourite part came right at the end, I was seated on the edge of the bed, Tish in my lap reverse cowgirl, grinding with me held deep in her soft creamy cunt. Sarah knelt in front, lapping at her clit, one again a cat at the cream. I groaned, I spurted, I filled her. Sarah kept licking as threads of my cum dribbled from her. We had been at it for a couple of hours, we lay back together, a tangled sweaty heap of very satisfied flesh. Some cuddling, and Sarah whispered in my ear 'Go back to camp, I will stay with her, and see you tomorrow morning.' Tish was silent as I dressed, then stood as I finished. She came to me, pulled my face down to hers. 'Thank you. You were amazing. I loved it. Better than dildos any day!' She paused 'and thank you for letting me be alone with Sarah now...' She laughed suddenly, 'I need to go back to being gay!' I smiled down at her. 'I know' I trudged back to camp, boiled water, cleaned myself up. I was exhausted. I thought of the girls, imagined what they were likely doing right now. Laughed at myself that it was probably sleeping. I crawled into the van, drained a bottle of water, and was fast asleep. A couple hours later I woke briefly, as a freshly washed and still damp Sarah joined me in bed, kissed me and curled into my arms. I went back to sleep.

We stop for the foxy, the boys buy a dozen tablets from a friendly young ginger man in an ACDC t-shirt and pants made of blue fun fur. He gets a kiss from Sarah that implies more than a friendly relationship. A slight twinge of jealousy, which I poke at like a sore tooth. Not appropriate, but there it is. I push it back where it came from, remind myself that I'm married, to be grateful for what I have, while I have it. Still, it is strange that she has crept so far into my guts so soon. I like that part, its scary, but exciting. At a big outdoor music festival, at least the kind we are at, there is a magical hour that happens each day. It doesn't seem to happen at the more commercial 'EDM' festivals common nowadays, just at these more hippy driven old school events with their same-site camping... As twilight begins, people who have spent the day wearing shorts and t-shirts, and chilling in camps or cooking or playing frisbee, all disappear. Things become quiet. As the first stars begin to poke out of the sky, and the glow to the west fades, they begin to emerge from their tents and trailers, transformed. Everything you can imagine, from furry mascot suits, to Rio Carnival showgirl suits, to the three guys wearing double breasted suits like they just got of work. There are women and men wearing nothing but body paint. There are rave punks with rainbow mohawks and slashed acid washed jeans, and hundreds of neon plastic bracelets and necklaces which they give away to random people with hugs and kisses. Tall goths, managing to turn black and silver into the most complex palette of colour and texture. Hippies dressed like Robin Hood with hoods and leather boots and pale greens and browns and leather bracers on their arms. Girls in booty shorts and pasties toting hula hoops. It's wednesday night, the festival doesn't start officially for another day, but already over a thousand people are camped here, and well over half of them are converging on a circle of cars parked in the central field. The cars create a dance floor, lit by headlights adjusted downwards, all facing the back of a pickup truck acting as a stage for racks of DJ gear, synths, and keyboards. Flanking the truck are stacks of speakers. Sarah's friend, who turns out to be a DJ from Saskatchewan whom I have seen play before, is up in the truck, dicking with his gear. In the rear of the impromptu dance floor, a bonfire burns. I note the presence of the official security guards by the fire. It looks like this pirate stage is a little more official than most. I drop my clinking bag beside a number of others, fist bump some people I know, introduce them to Sarah and Tish. The two boys have vanished. People ooh and ahh at Tish's light show. She collects phone numbers and orders. Surrounded by a crowd, we are cut off from her. I find Sarah, and pull her in close for a taste of her mouth. 'I have a surprise for you,' I whisper in her ear. The music starts, slow, organic, trancy. Samples of violins and woodwinds interspersed with tribal sounding drums and synths. A woman with a microphone is chanting, live, to the music. Most of it seems to be in french, but she is speaking of love and loneliness. I go to the bag, my surprise for Sarah, who is watching the singer and the crowd. Others are at their bags as well, assembling staves, screwing attachments to Hula hoops, dipping them in buckets. I fit my fingers through the loops of my two foot long metal chains. Dip the kevlar balls at the ends into kerosene. These are fire poi, a kind of torch, and a pyrotechnic dance art. It's something I'm sort of known for. I walk over to Sarah, hiding the chains. I lean in. 'I have something to show you!' She comes with me to the fire. I swing the balls into the flames, they ignite and I turn to her, wheeling the flaming heads into patterns, staring at her as I demonstrate my only real artistic talent... Locking eyes with her, I dance with fire, feeling the driving beats come up out of my chest and out to my arms. I keep my gaze focussed on her face, when I spin, I stay locked on her, then whip around to reconnect, sending my dance to her alone. The music is perfect to my personal style, which is slow, and writhing, filled with body movements always contained in a cage of streaming fire. Ironically, while I dance, the fire largely obscures everything outside the glowing arcs of yellow fury. I gaze at the shape of her head, for eye contact, but cannot read her face, gauge her reactions. I dance on faith, which is always terrifying. I am grateful to be sober tonight. The flames are loud, a dull roar always changing pitch as they move slower or faster. The flames flicker, and fade, I stop. The other dancers whoop and howl applause. I am drained, I can't remember the last time I put so much of myself into five minutes of dance. A girl with a hoop comes to me, kisses my cheek and yells something in my ear, she lights her hoop from my flame, Which flickers and goes out. Sarah is standing there, looking at me. She is smiling a crooked smile. I walk to her. 'So,' I say, 'Surprised?' She looks at me, stands on tiptoe, kisses the tip of my nose. Looks into my eyes searchingly, leans to my ear. 'Every time I think I have you figured, you show me something new.' She pauses, then 'I like that you danced for me, and not for the crowd. The girl with the hoop pointed it out to me, but I already knew.' She pulled back and grinned at me and then said 'And she was soooooo jealous!' Of the dozen or so fire dancers clustered around, I know more than half from other festivals, other fires like this one. They cluster around us, I introduce her, as always she blends easily into another crowd. Other dancers perform, the girl who lit her hop from mine, the six balls of fire which stand out from the hoop on stalks are a whirling cyclone with a swaying and writhing temptress trapped inside. Sarah's fingers dig into my arm as she watches the girl and the fire. Staves with fire on each end. A belly dancer holding fans with flaming edges, more poi like mine... The music intensifies. My turn comes again, this time I dance with a single torch on a fifteen foot chain. The style is based on a Chinese martial art called a rope dart, the torch hurtles around me in arcs constrained and varied by the constantly changing length of the chain. It's the hardest kind of dancing I've ever attempted, this is the first time I've ever done it with the head on fire. When I finish, Sarah pushes me to the ground and kisses me hard and possessively. Pulling back, she picks me back up. I stow my gear away, and find my top hat. We seek out Tish near the front of the crowd. I stink of sweat and kerosene. I feel incredible, the night is chill on my bare arms, I cock my top hat to a jaunty angle, we find Tish and begin to dance with her, Sarah is yelling in her ear about the fire dancing, Tish's constellation of lights twinkle in the darkness, Everyone around is watching her move, her style a sort of modernized and speedy belly dancing mixed with 'african tribal dancing' out of hollywood movies. It's incredibly sexy. Sarah steps in front and faces her, and begins to mirror her moves. Tall and incredibly slender, echoing short and lush curves. I watch them, lustfully, knowing that in a little while, both of them will be naked in bed with me. How the fuck did I stumble in to this? More importantly, how can I keep from fucking it up?

We stroll to Tish's camp, knock on the door. A tall, black, and flamboyantly gay man answers the door. 'Hello pretties!', He booms in an incongruously deep voice, (for a man wearing drag queen makeup and a red sequin minidress.) 'Tish!, your dates are here honey!'. He steps back and ushers us in. Another man, a small slender white guy, is sprawled out on the couch. Dressed like a mime in that scary white and black makeup, he actually seems kind of creepy, but it's quickly dispelled when he offers us a line of Ketamine, and compliments Sarah on her open Jacket, which I now learn is called a 'bolero'. We explain it's sober night, having binged yesterday and having Foxy Methoxy plans for tomorrow. He giggles, 'Mmmmmm little miss Foxy. Yes indeed! Certainly something to make sure you're fresh for!' Sarah offers to introduce him to her friend, who it seems has a metric shit ton of those pink pills. Offer eagerly accepted, we will stop at his camp on the way to the show. Tish comes out. I double take. Sarah gasps like she's been punched in the stomach. Tish is wearing nothing but a neon blue fishnet body suit. It covers her from wrists to ankles, to a high neckline. Black ballet flats, and a jaunty fedora with a blue feather. Slung around her hips is a black leather belt, with a couple pouches on it that looks like it came off the set of a science fiction movie. She looks incredible, the fishnets emphasize her incredible curves like contour lines on a topographical map. She spins for us, we applaud. She holds up a finger. 'Wait!' She reaches into one of the pouches, and suddenly, scattered across her torso and limbs in clouds that emphasize her curves, hundreds of tiny pin-point lights are gleaming. Everyone gasps, because it's fucking spectacular. The lights spray across her like stars in the sky, somehow heightening her already epic curves, trailing out along arms and legs. It is remarkable tailoring. We crowd around her to examine it. Tiny Led lights, thin wires woven through the fishnets, a battery pack and switch in the pouch. In tramp stamp position, just above that big round ass, a tiny little glowing plaque says 'follow me', with an outline of a rabbit. The Alice in Wonderland reference is the perfect touch. 'Incredible, Tish. That's one of the coolest things I've ever seen.' 'Really? I'm trying to get into making them on commission. This one is the first one I'm really happy with...' We chatter about tech and marketing, and fixed costs. It seems you can import lights like these from China for next to nothing. The potential is huge. Turns out she is going to call the line of clothing 'follow me' and use the little rabbit as a brand. I have no head for entrepreneurship, but I have a lot of experience in hand making all sorts of different things. We quickly decide that we need to get together back in Vancouver and talk more about this. Soon enough everyone is ready, and we set off. I whisper in Sarah's ear... 'Remember the scene in Wizard of Oz where they are finally all together and set off to see the wizard?' She giggles, nestles into my hip. The night is young, so are we (even me, back then), and the yellow brick road stretches out before us.

We cuddle a bit more, and agree to meet up tonight at midnight for Sarah's friend's pirate show. The two girls kiss, make filthy threats and promises, and I bail with Sarah in tow. Her lower lip is a touch swollen, where Tish kissed her so hard she cut it on the inside. She sees me staring at her, blushes. 'You know, that's the first time I was ever submissive with a girl?' She looked a bit puzzled. 'Not sure why, I like submitting to guys sometimes... But with girls it's always been all cuddly and romantic. Not like that. And nobody ever fisted me before either. I think that was the poppers. That was different.' She falls silent. She doesn't seem upset, just drained maybe. We get back to camp. I jump up in a hammock with a book, I read, Sarah makes some tea, then settles in to some fairly intense yoga. I ogle her blatantly, when she catches me, she wriggles her ass at me and makes jokes about her root chakra. When she finishes up, she's dripping sweat and treats me to another bathing exhibition. I would have thought my cock was done for the day, but seeing her run the cloth over those long tanned limbs was certainly stirring things. Perhaps I would actually be ready for round two, after the show tonight, with chubby little Tish. I hop out of my hammock, and get started on dinner. Water for rigatoni, a tupperware tub of Bolognese I made at home and brought frozen in the cooler. It's still pretty frozen, so I slowly thaw it in a warm pan while the water bowls. I dig out a big block of parmesan cheese, When the pasta is done I mix it with the sauce, grate in some cheese and we eat like wolves. I'm amazed to see her match my appetite, but then she has had a busy day... The sun is touching the mountains, although it will stay light for a few hours yet, I dig out a bottle of wine from the secret compartment under the bed, pour a couple glasses. We get in the van to lay back and sip and cuddle. We talk about our pasts. I learn she is 19, not the 25 or so I thought she was. She asks my age, and is shocked to learn I am only 3 years younger than her father. I'm used to that, though. My physical job, and the shaved head which conceals my graying hair mean people routinely guess me 8-10 years younger than I am. I tease her about daddy issues. She protests, I point out she actually calls me daddy. She blushes and tells me to shut up. We wrestle a bit, she gets on top. I get kissed. Kissed again. She asks me about my wife. I tell her. She asks if she will see me again after this weekend. I am silent. I am not sure. 'I can't promise. She will have to agree, have to meet you first. It's up to her, just like I get to approve her boyfriends.' I kiss her softly, 'You're sweet, and charming, and pretty, and you don't seem to be psycho. I think she will be fine with you.' She is quiet. 'I like you', she whispers, 'like more than just for the weekend'. I grab her by the ass and shake her a little to break the mood. 'You're pretty okay yourself, princess. Besides, I like the way you sing.' She giggles. Draws breath. 'Sometimes I wonder why I spend the lonely nights dreaming of a song The melody haunts my reverie and I am once again with you when our love was new and each kiss an inspiration But that was long ago and now my consolation is in the stardust of a song...' I stare at her. How the fuck is this teenage raver girl crooning an ancient standard that happens to be one of my all time favourites? She pauses, sticks out her tongue. 'Your iPod lists the songs you play the most. I snooped when you were napping...' She goes back to the song, I lay my head on her chest. Shit. She sings another folky thing I don't know. Some Paul Simon. She laughs at me. 'You know half your favourites on your iPod are the songs my parents sing to each other?' I groan. She laughs and kicks her heels on the bed with glee. My parents are going to LOVE you! I groan again. I ask her if her dad owns a shotgun. 'Oh several,' she giggles. He was in the SAS before he met my mom, too. (he really was in the SAS, and he really did end up liking me. In fact, he taught me to shoot clay pigeons. He also, AFAIK, never knew my real age. Which may get awkward by and by, though I know he never liked the guy Sarah eventually married, and suspect he will like that we have reconnected) I give in, think quickly, swing into singing Tom Waits' classic Jersey Girl to her. She's never heard it. I cue up the original on my iPod. It's almost midnight when we look up from our musical exchange and realize we have a date with a dirty girl at a pirate show. I rummage through my shit, dig out some long silk pants, a leather vest, and a beat up top hat with a necklace of rat skulls circling it. A black long cotton duster completes the voodoo priest look. I grab a clinking bag as well, spin for Sarah. 'Look at you, a gothic prince charming! Who knew? What's in the bag?' 'Heh. Nothing...' Sarah grabs her bag, disappears into the Van. Ten minutes later she comes out, She's wearing slashed pink fishnet stockings, soft black leather ankle boots, a short leather skirt, and a little spanish looking sleeveless jacket, open in the front, no bra, no shirt. Her nipple barbells gleam in the shadows. She has long pink fishnet sleeves that echo her legs, and fingerless gloves. Her dreads are bunched up into two cartoonish pigtails, and around her neck is a collar with an enormous bell hanging from it. She shakes her head and the bell jingles. She comes closer and I notice she has furry cat ears fixed in her hair as well. Always the cat, this one. 'You look fucking edible, Sarah.' 'Heh, tonight I'm doing the eating.' This brings up a question. 'I'm thinking sober tonight, how about you?' 'For sure. because tomorrow is Foxy Day. Let's bring the rest of the wine though?' 'Ooooh I forgot about Foxy.' I grab the wine, pour it into a plastic bottle. The no alcohol rule is often lax. The no glass rule, that's strict. She links arms and we walk out of camp 'I haven't forgotten the Foxy' she purrs....

Their camp turns out to be less than 50 feet from us, but separated by thick brush. Parked in it is one of those huge RVs based on tour-buses. The ones that cost as much as a house, that people actually live in. I whistle softly. Tish shrugs. 'It belongs to their parents. They bought it when they retired, but they hardly ever use it.' There is a note on the door. Tish giggles. Hands it to me. Sarah tries to read it over my shoulder, and I smack her ass hard. Then laugh out loud. 'Don't be snoopy, princess!' She pouts at me, Tish laughs. 'Princess, eh?', Tish smiles, 'I LIKE princesses, they cry SO pretty.' Sarah looks a little nervous. I hand her the note: Does she know you bite, Tisha? , sincerely everyone who wants you to finally get laid already. Sarah looks even more nervous Tish opens the door, and a step automatically folds out. She smacks Sarah on the ass, and she steps inside. It's an apartment. Literally. A small and stylish kitchen to the right, a sitting area with leather couches and a coffee table, a Hallway to the rear with several doors. We could easily be standing on the tenth floor of a building in Burnaby BC. The only clues to being actually in a bus are the slightly odd windows, and some odd joints where the massive slide outs blend with the walls. 'Back of the bus, princess,' Tish snaps, suddenly rather fierce. Sarah jumps forward, almost running. Tish looks at me, quietly, 'Let me know if I push too hard?' and to Sarah: 'The door on the right!'. 'Sure thing, let's blow her mind!', and we follow Sarah down the corridor. The room is small, mainly filled by a queen sized bed. It reminds me a bit of pictures I have seen of cruise ships. There is a closet to one side, full of raver outfits. Surprisingly, several of them are glowy neon affairs no DnB girl would be caught dead in. Sarah stands by the bed. Tish grabs her by the hair, and kisses her hard. Harder than I ever have. I can hear Sarah gasp, as Tish's other hand grabs her ass hard, fingers sinking in deep. Tish is short, but Sarah is soft in her hands, her fingers reach up to Tish's head, and pull her in even harder. My cock stirs, watching this violent embrace. They pull apart, Sarah touches her lips, there is blood! I sit on the corner of the bed, as Tish casually strips Sarah naked. Tossing her clothes into a heap on the floor. She rummages in a drawer beside the bed. Pulls out a bottle of poppers, and a blindfold. She tosses the poppers to me, tightens the blindfold onto Sarah. 'On all fours, princess!' she orders. Sarah scurries into position. I open the poppers, take a sniff. Strong and fresh. I hold them under Sarah's nose. Left, then right. Watch the flush rise on her skin. 'crack!' as Tish's hand comes down on my Sarah's perfect little ass. She yelps in pain, I admire as the handprint rises perfectly on her flesh. Another cracking spank. Sarah's hand flies up to her clit. I pull it away, and slide under her, pulling her cunt to my face. She is dripping wet already, the faintest tang of cum from last night, but mainly just nice fresh slutty girl juice. She moans as I lick and suck, the rhythmic beating she is receiving contracted by the pleasure of my mouth. She moans and cums, as Tish spanks both cheeks at once, a hand on each. The beating stops. Sarah whimpers as I keep licking. Tish's fingers enter Sarah's wet cunt. Two, then three, Rough, gouging. Then four. Lube dribbles down, her fingers point with her thumb, I realize my princess is about to be fisted. I reach out and grab Tish's wrist. 'Hang on a sec!' I get up, I kneel at Sarah's face, pull her mouth down on my cock. Look to Tish, 'Carry on!' Tish begins to work her hole, adding lube on occasion, as I slowly but very demandingly fuck Sarah's face. Slowly, I begin to gag her. Forcing my head against her tonsils, watching her strain to take way too much at both ends. She is slobbering on me, moaning incoherently, obviously lost in the sensations. I back off a bit, just as Tish succeeds in slipping the knuckles inside. Her hand is inside, Sarah moans something that might be 'yessssssssss'. Tish begins to consolidate her gains, deeper and deeper, until her wrist bones are hidden and white creamy juices begin to collect. I notice the limit of Sarah's depth is almost exactly the end of Tish's sleeve ink. Hot. Sarah begins to whimper, then suddenly screams blue murder, comes like an explosion, and literally fires Tish's hand out of her hole. She collapses face down on the bed and both of us lie beside her, cuddling and soothing. Tish kisses her face and lips gently, scratches behind her ears. her dreadlocks are still damp and smell delicious to me. Sarah, shakily to Tish,'I want to make you cum!' Tish to Sarah, 'Not this time. I never cum when I dominate.' Sarah to Tish, rising on one elbow, 'Next time? You promise?' Tish to Sarah. 'Tonight, sound good? In the meantime, I believe your boyfriend has been left high and dry? Shall we help him out?' My ears perk up at 'we', and sure enough, Sarah slithers down and takes me back in her bruised lips, and begins to suck. Now, finally, I see again the skills from yesterday in the van. Tish watches in awe, as even this (mostly) dyke knows art when she sees it. 'Fuck that is so hot!' she whispers in my ear. 'Can I help her? I don't know how to give head, but...' She shifts, her mouth closes my nipple. I groan. Sarah looks up and grins broadly, returns to work. Tish mumbles around my nipple, 'This is how I eat a girl!' her teeth gently nibble at my nipple, then her tongue flickers, then a little suck, Alternating and always changing, but with rythym. Her hand reaches over and rolls the other nipple between thumb and forefinger, as Sarah begins a steady swirling bob. I suddenly hiss 'Fucking little sluts!' and feel my cum boil up. Suddenly, Tish's mouth is gone, as is Sarah's, her head pulled away as Tish locks her own mouth over my cock. I cum, Sarah is shocked, but then rams Tish's head down on me as I spurt and spurt. I subside. Tish pulls away. Looks at Sarah, mouth full, 'Beg for it!' Sarah blushes scarlet to her chest, lays her head back, looks up at Tish with huge eyes. 'Please? May I have his cum? Please, Tish?' Tish bends down, kisses her deep, slipping the cum into her mouth. She gulps, gulps again, licks at Tish's face. She looks at both of us. 'That was amazing!' I kiss her softly. 'No, YOU were amazing, we were lucky...' Tish giggles. 'That was fun, I've never had a guy cum in my mouth before!' She stretches. 'It's kid of hot, feeling it spurt like that. And then making her beg just was so much fun. I have to try that again some time. Maybe I should learn to suck cock...'

I sigh, and get up out of my camp chair. It's noon, the sun is up in a cloudless sky. I open the back of the van, grab out the furniture dolly, then reach in for the three square plastic water cans. Sarah cocks her head at me, from where she is chatting with the pixie girl. 'Just going to fill the water jugs' I say, grinning, 'Don't know about you, but I need a shower as well.' The pixie girl stands up, stretches out. She is short, under five feet, with wide hips and shoulders, and an hourglass figure. She's padded and soft all over, with short blonde hair in a mohawk, and tattooed sleeves on both arms. I get a strong lesbian vibe off of her, but not the man hating kind at all, she's a cheerful girl, sarcastic too. I think back, trying to recall her name. Trish? No, it's Tish. Short for Letitia, believe it or not. For all her sunny cheerful appearance, she's actually a pretty hard-core DnB girl from what I've gathered, cocaine and bourbon and hoodies. DnB kind of bores me (I mean, how many 'amen breaks' should a man have to endure), but that crowd certainly knows how to raise a ruckus. 'A shower is an incredible idea', says Tish, 'Can you show me where the showers are?' Sarah smirks at me from behind Tish, unseen, and makes an obscene gesture with her fingers and tongue. 'I'm going too', Sarah announces. 'I'm still sticky from last night. Not that I'm complaining.' Everyone disappears to get towels and such, and off we trundle. The one disadvantage of my camping spot is that it's at least a kilometre from the center of the festival, where the water taps are, and where the pay-showers are. On the other hand, when we need to sleep, we're far enough from the speakers for it to be possible, and we're in the shade. It's probably going to be 35c today, and if you're in a tent under this sun, it can easily hit 55c inside that tent. Back in our woods? Dreamy cool... The girls get in line for the showers while I fill the water cans. I use a lot of water at these things. I tend to cook pastas a lot, and use a lot of water bathing as well. A lot of people at festivals almost revel in being sweaty and unwashed, a sort of reversal of the outside world. Part of the dirty hippy cliche. Me, I like to be clean. Especially when I'm high. I've noticed Sarah is the same. I trundle back to the line, where a place is held for me. The showers are built into a full sized semitrailer. They have a bunch of valves at the front, and some kitchen timers. You pay five bucks for five minutes, the water is hot (at least warm, if they're busy). The shower is coed, there are stalls, but frankly most people are pretty okay with nudity at festivals, the curtains are rarely closed. Sarah has bought my shower for me already. The girls each grab stalls across from me. I soap and scrub and rinse, run my razor across my face and scalp, and am done. The girls are still at it. I enjoy watching sarah run a razor across that perfect pussy. Trying not to make it obvious, I also enjoy Tish soaping up and rinsing. She has a neatly trimmed blond triangle, and lifts her legs up to shave down below and around back. Sarah looks over at me. 'Can you go ask them for another five? I want to wash my dreads', then to the freshly rinsed Pixie in the next stall, 'Hey Tish, will you help me wash my hair?' I go out front, tell the attendant stall 2 wants another 5 minutes, he resets the timer. I hand him a fiver. 'I'm going to help her wash her hair', he waves me back. I head back in to find Sarah kneeling in the stall, Tish rubbing some kind of hippy dread shampoo into her hair, then squeezing the dreads, soaking them, and squeezing again. She's rough with it, I can tell Sarah is enjoying the tugging and pulling on her hair. Tish sees me, grins, and makes a point of twisting hard enough to make Sarah gasp. Obviously she knows what's up. I kneel down and kiss Sarah, through the water falling down on us. She giggles at me. 'This is fun,' Sarah whispers, 'You okay with it?' 'Of course. I will follow your lead.' I whisper, 'I think she may be girls-only, though'. Another soak through, another squeeze, and done. They stand up, and gratuitously rinse one more time. Tish may well be girls-only, but she seems to enjoy me watching her and Sarah together. We grab our towels and clothes at the entrance, dry and dress, and walk the long sunny road back to camp. The girls are up ahead. With 160lbs of water on the furniture dolly, I'm a little slow. I can hear them talking. There is much giggling, they are holding hands. We arrive in camp. I stack the water in the shade, open a cooler and grab three bottles of ice cold water. I toss one to each girl, drain mine in two gulps, and go back for another. I put the kettle on, and while waiting for the boil I run through some yoga, stretching and rolling my muscles, sore and stiff from last night. The girls climb into one of the hammocks. There are giggles. Soft whispers. Tish pokes her head up past Sarah's shoulder. She beckons to me. I walk over. 'So, I'm not really into boys.' She says, a little apologetically, 'But would you like to have me tag team Sarah with you? Because I think that would be a *lot* of fun.' Sarah turns her head to look at me. I realize suddenly that her hand is between Tish's thighs. 'The answer you're looking for, Daddy, is 'yes please!', she says it sternly. I grin. 'Yes please!' I repeat obediently. Honestly unsure I can even get it up yet. More giggling. 'To the bat-cave!' shouts Sarah. Looks at me. 'The bat-cave is Tish's camp. Their RV has a bedroom in it. And AC. And she says some interesting accessories. And her camp mates went to the beach for the afternoon.' 'How inexpressibly grand'

I kiss her. Slowly. Thoroughly. I remember how she kissed me in the van after she sang for her dare. People kiss the way they love to be kissed, so I used those memories as a starting place. She pants as I nibble on her lips, as I gently flick my tongue at her, almost like a cat at milk. Slowly, I press into her, holding her firmly, trying to make her feel my strength, my bulk and power against her slender delicacy. She whimpers softly and presses into me, writhing a little as she does. My tongue is deep in her mouth, she is sucking on it. I remember how it was for me, the rising warmth. I watch her carefully, and when I see it, I drop down and begin to tongue her asshole. Her pussy is obviously sore, a little puffy, and still dripping wet with cum and her own juices. I slurp down there, she winces a little, but also rolls up to give me access. Not TOO sore then. She shudders, there on her belly, as the rush intensifies. I roll her on her back, kneel between her legs. I slather my cock in lube, and pull her up and onto it. It sinks half way in, she yowls like a cat in heat. Always a cat this one, right from the first. 'Shhhhhhiiiiiiittttttttt' she squeals. 'Fuck you are so THICK!'. Her hips roll on me, she grinds up deeper on me, 'Ahhhh it hurts, but I want it.' I reach down and grasp her upper arms, and lift her up to me. She sighs, as the easier angle eases the pain, and I look into her eyes. Her pupils have tripled. Her greenish brown iris is just a thin halo around the deep black pupils. Eyes like whirlpools, drawing me in. She stares back. 'Would it freak you out if I called you Daddy?' I growl. 'Princess, now it will crush me if you don't!' She pouts at me, slurs a bit with the rush, 'Fuck your princess, Daddy. But not like a princess. Not tonight. Fuck me like your whore...' She shivers again, and moans as my cock moves within her. We begin to rock back and forth, as my hands twist in her hair, and my teeth sink into her neck, just below the ear. She yowls again, and rips a huge orgasm, flooding my lap with squirt. Good thing I have spare blankets. I press her down, flip her legs over my shoulders, and long stroke her until she cums again. I look down, see a trace of blood on the blanket. Time to switch. I pull out, she complains bitterly, though incoherently. 'Quiet, little whore, Daddy wants your other hole now.' A gasp. 'Yes Daddy!' I slather my cock with lube. I cannot fucking believe I am still hard, but it's like being a teenager again. I stuff a pillow under her hips, I carefully fit my tip against her puckered hole, and begin to slowly rub. 'Don't fucking tease me, Daddy', she almost yells at me. She reaches behind, grabs my shaft, moves back a little on to me, pauses. Then suddenly she pushes hard and takes me to the base in one single backwards lunge. I am so stunned I hardly notice when she cums and squirts onto the blanket again. Nobody has ever done such a thing to me. My cock is big. Long at 7.5", but also thick, and thick at the tip as well. Nobody has ever taken anal from me without warmup, but she is pounding back against me like a steam engine. Fingers busy at her cunt, obviously about to cum again. Then again. She looks back at me over her shoulder. 'You like that? Did I surprise you Daddy?' She grinds back and holds me deep as her fingers wring another orgasm from her. She clamps her ass on my cock. I want to cum. I begin to thrust, and she relaxes down onto the bed, opening herself to me, surrendering. I thrust hard, realizing I can't hurt her. She moans. Close again to orgasm. I've lost count. This girl is a miracle. 'Cum in me Daddy! I want it deep. I want you to take my holes and leave them dripping. I want to be your bitch. I want to be your dirty little girl. I want to know you've taken everything I have to offer. Can I have your cum? Will you let me have it there, in my ass? Please?' Her hole is wide open, yet it grips me gently at the base, she cums again, face in the pillow, still chanting filth but indistinct now. I grab her dreads and twist them around, bringing her lips to mine, I scream into her mouth as for the second time that night I flood her with sperm. She shudders as I twitch into her. As my balls drain into her. I feel like I am made of lead, I can barely support myself. I grasp her firmly around the belly, holding her on my cock to the hilt, and roll us onto our sides. My cock still in her asshole, but slowly softening. She wriggles, trying to keep it inside, but as I soften it pops out. Again she dives down to clean me with her mouth. Lapping me up like a kitten again. Polishing me. Always a cat, this one. We cuddle, I wonder what time it is. I reach under the bed, grab the G, measure out enough to let us sleep even with the MDMA buzzing in us. We lay back and drink, then cuddle and talk as the G takes hold. She sleeps first, snoring softly. I harden again, so I slip my cock inside her gaped ass, and fall asleep that way. She never wakes, but her hips press back against me. I wonder if she dreams of my cock. We wake up, hours later. Sore, covered in sex juices, and tired as hell, the sun is just above the mountains, it must be about 10am. We are starving. I can't take my eyes off her, and she loves it. Strutting and posing for me, thrilled by my appreciation, eager to encourage me. I make bacon, scramble eggs, we eat. She grins at me. 'Tonight', she says, 'lets not be so restrained'. I stare at her wildly, snorts of laughter. 'You looked so scared!' She kisses me on the nose. 'That was the best sex I have ever had... I think i want you to be my daddy again some time.' I pull her across my lap and smack her ass hard. 'I can live with that, princess' She got up and did the dishes, I made coffee. We sat there as the sun came up, our neighbours from the next camp came visiting. Sarah made a point of snuggling up to me, claiming territory. One of those neighbours is a chubby little blonde pixie-punk girl, who trades a lot of glances with Sarah. Interesting.

Carefully, she finishes my bath by washing my feet, and slaps my ass to get me up on the bed. She cleans hers as well, closes the doors. She turns to me and launches herself into the bed with me. Landing on me and straddling me, grabbing my hands and kissing me hard. She pulls back, cocks her head at me. 'I've been waiting for this since about half an hour after I got in the van this morning'. Followed by: 'Can I be in charge for a little bit? You can be as bossy as you like afterwards...' I nod, slowly. So conscious of how her cunt is literally soaking my leg where she is straddling me. The shrooms, like always, make my skin hypersensitive. I can feel the faintest stubble of pubic hair. Scritching at the bare edge of sensation as she moves. I haven't spoken for a long while. I suddenly feel awkward, I clear my throat. She reaches out and touches my lips. 'You can talk if you want, but you don't need to. I think I know how you feel right now.' She looks unblinking at me, I can't tell how much time is passing. I am afraid. Afraid I will explode the instant she touches me, leave her unsatisfied, disappoint her. She snuggles up beside me, opens her hand. In it are two orange MDMA pills. She kisses me. Smiles. She slides back down to my crotch, she spreads my legs up and back. 'Do you trust me?' She asks, tongue slowly flickering at me, 'because I have a treat for you.' 'Y-Y-Yessssss' I whisper, my voice is raspy, like I have forgotten how to speak. I must have been screaming during the show. Her tongue drops lower, as she rims me. Usually something I can take or leave, but tonight this girl has me in the palm of her hand. I sigh with pleasure, as fingers join tongue, and enter me, slick with lube. Her mouth moves to my cock. She begins to suck, slowly, carefully. I feel like I have never been so hard in my life. I can literally feel that she is licking the bulging veins in my penis. Tracing them like rivers on a map. There is a faint burn in my asshole. She looks up at me. 'I just slid those pills inside you. In 15 minutes, you are going to have the most intense rush of your life, and you are going to be buried inside me when you do.' She pauses. 'Tonight is entirely about you. I don't want you to worry about lasting, or what I want, or anything. I want you to do whatever comes naturally, don't hold back, don't try and be skillful. Just fuck me.' I have heard of booty bumping, but have never tried it. No real reason, just seemed easier to swallow a pill than shove one up there. I feel the slight burn, and a rapidly rising glow. Like someone has sped up a usual rush by triple. Intense. My heart pounds. I moan, she slides up my body, and straddles my face. Her belly right there. I focus on her tattoo. The word. It isn't a tattoo, it's written there in sharpie. It's one word. I can feel the rising warmth of the MDMA entering my bloodstream. I focus again on the word, it's my name. She has written my name on her cunt, in her own hand. I tilt my head forward and begin to eat her delicious meaty pussy. As I touch her she instantly cums hard, I taste squirt in my mouth, and slurp eagerly. I distantly hear her moan as I lick and nibble and devour her. Her smell is musky, she is salty and sweet at the same time. I feel the ring against my lips, and tug it gently. She moans and cums again, she calls my name, I respond by gently biting her clit, again she shudders and squirts. She pulls backwards, locking eyes with me. Staring into my eyes, she fits my cock against her lips, and rams herself down onto me. She yells in pain, then again is orgasm, and begins to grind. I am helpless, I cannot believe I didn't shoot the instant her lips parted around my cock. I groan and buck upwards into her, managing an extra inch and feeling myself hit bottom. She is swearing filthily, cumming over and over. 'Fuck me like a whore, like a whore, like YOUR whore'. The MDMA is so intense, i have never felt anything like it. I feel like our flesh has melded like siamese twins, like I couldn't withdraw my cock if I wanted to. We roll over, now I am on top, her knees back along her ribs, to get me even millimetres deeper. Her hands pull me down to kiss her, she moans into my mouth. I freeze. I can feel my orgasm start, and everything slows down like a scene in a movie. There is a pressure inside my asshole, a sort of sweet pain, and I actually feel the muscles clamp down, starting the spurt of cum from deep inside me. I can feel the hard lump of her cervix bump my tip, as she grinds against me, distantly I realize she can't feel it yet, and then she does. She senses the clenching and spasm of my orgasm, and she opens her eyes. We are staring at each other, I hear her yelp with pain at my depth, even as she tries to cram more in. I can feel cum boiling up the shaft of my cock and it's so intense it hurts, like I am spraying fire inside her clenching hole. Some idiot is grunting 'I'm coming!' as though the entire universe isn't aware of an orgasm this huge. Spurt after spurt, as she pulls my asscheeks into her. It stops. I am buried inside her. Cum is so thick in her it feels like I'm tenth man in a gangbang. She looks up at me. I look down at her. I realize suddenly that an hour or so has passed, My MDMA rush is over, we have been fucking that entire time. My head slowly reconstructs the time, I shudder, I kiss her. I carefully roll over, still buried in her, so as not to crush her. I kiss her. She kisses me. We kiss each other. A flood of semen trickles out of her to coat my balls and belly. She wriggles off, she cleans me with paper towel, then slowly and carefully cleans me with her tongue. This is the first time she ever does this, I am soon to learn it is part of her ritual. Gradually, I become sentient again. Capable of speech, and thought. She hands me a pill... I realize I am still hard. Unbelievable, but wonderful. 'My turn' she says, and then 'My cunt is pretty sore, you may have to fuck my ass'. She rolls on her belly and lifts her ass to me, I slide the pill in her the same way she did to me, pushing it deep, and then taking her in my arms. 'I love what you wrote on yourself' 'That's why I did it'.

The hot sun slopes lower in the sky, but the heat gets more oppressive if anything, as we near the site of our festival. I stop to fill the van again, we do some grocery shopping in Nelson, BC (a stunningly beautiful town, with fantastic skiing in winter, and a huge lake for sailing and fishing in the summer). We grab a meal together in a place with blasting air conditioning, she insists on paying half. I am noticing she goes out of her way to avoid me paying for her. That's good, because I was not a wealthy guy back then (I'm still not rich, but I do pretty well), but I was used to girls who expected boys to pay. It was one more thing that made her different from almost all of the girls I'd fucked around with. We pile back into the van, and drive to the site, which is about half an hour away. Readers who know anything about the festival scene already know which one we are headed to. Nowadays you can easily expect to wait over 24 hours in line just to get in, but back then if you were arriving early on tuesday like us, you usually rolled right up to the gate. The expected search for drugs, alcohol, and glass bottles. It's not our first rodeo, and while the search is actually more thorough than usual, they find none of what we have carefully stashed. The ceremonial tying on of wristbands, the handout of playlists and stickers and site maps. I drive on, to the area I have been camping for years, secluded and far back in the woods, a long way from the stages, but shaded by big trees from the hot summer sun. I pull in, we hop out. She helps me set up the awning, then says she needs to go find a friend who has brought her party treats. I wave her off, and continue to set up what will become my oasis in the midst of one of the biggest and sometimes sketchiest festivals around. The hammocks go up, I set up my kitchen with the stove and my pans. I always like to cook a couple of good meals early, then rely on the food vendors when the party ramps up. I start water to boil for tea, while I haul coolers and bins of clothing and party gear out of the van. I set up the small table, unfold the chairs and set them around. I assemble the big glass hookah, and set it down. People who camp here every year walk past, familiar. They stop to chat. The stages will not open for two days, but as is tradition, small amateur 'pirate' stages are unofficially permitted until the official ones open. I get the word on some stages with good potential. Often these early shows are the most fun, and a few times a pirate one year has become a main stage performer the next. Tonight a famous headliner is doing an informal show of experimental material. Lastly, I tidy the van inside, arranging the pillows, making the big double bed look inviting as hell. I make sure the little pockets on the sides have bottles of lube, and poppers, packaged ear plugs, bottles of water. I open the back windows, the ones with bug screen, to let a breeze pass through. I hang up the strings of LED xmas lights inside and out, and connect them to the batteries under the bed, but leave them switched off. It's a little work to be this comfy at a festival, but it's worth it. Sarah comes back, shakes a baggie of magic mushrooms at me, and a much smaller baggie of powder. 'Shrooms, and K,' A small rectangular mint box, which she opens to reveal a couple dozen pills. Mostly orange, and half a dozen are pink. I cock my head in question, 'The orange are MDMA, the pink are foxy.' She grins. 'I think you and I have some use for Foxy, don't you?' I do indeed. Foxy Methoxy, 5-meo-dipt, supposedly incredible for sex. I had never actually tried it. I grin at her, 'I sure do. I've never tried it and I've always wanted to.', I rummage under the van, and pull out a small tin with magnets glued to it. I open it for her. 'Some good acid here, a gram of MDMA powder here, and the open jug of windshield washer fluid under the bed is actually GHB with blue food colouring diluted in water 20:1. tastes like shit, but easier to does that way. She hands me her drugs. 'Put them with yours'. She jumps up into a hammock, beckons me to her. Sitting sideways on the hammock like a swing, she wraps her legs around me, pulls me hard up against her groin. Pulls my face down and kisses me. 'I already had some of those shrooms. Come trip with me?' I nod. Extricate myself reluctantly. I separate out a few grams of dried mushrooms, put them in a mug. Add a sliced up lemon, and some honey, and fill the big mug with boiling water. She watches me from the hammock, and her hand traces down to her groin. Staring at me, she begins to touch herself through the thin lycra cotton of her pale green shorts. She spreads her legs open, a wet patch forms, and the wet fabric clings even tighter. She keeps staring at me. She licks her lips. She sighs. Pulls her hand away. 'Not yet,' she says to me, 'I want my first one tonight from you'. My cock is painfully hard, the tea is cool enough to sip, so I begin to. 'I heard of some good pirate stages tonight' 'Yeah?' 'They say Jeff Daniels (not his name, the real one is a friend of mine nowadays, and would make it easy to dox us) is going to play down by the beach stage' Jeff is a legend, one of the best producers of psychedelic trance, one of the guys who helped create the legendary Goa scene in India. If he's going to play a tiny unofficial stage, I want to see it. 'It starts at sundown' 'Fuck yes! A friend of mine is playing at midnight, tomorrow. Will you come with me?' 'Are you asking me out on a date, Sarah?' 'Yeah, I am!' 'Cool!' She hops out of the hammock, and comes to sit with me by the table. She takes a swig from my mushroom tea. 'That's better than what I did. I just ate them raw'. I shudder, I hate the taste of raw magic mushrooms, their sliminess as you chew them. I finish my tea, feeling the first rumbling in my belly as they begin to take effect. I warn her that I often feel sick on mushrooms, at first, not to be alarmed if I puke. Sure enough, as the sun starts to disappear on the horizon, I spend a few minutes puking back in the bushes. Sweetly, she comes with me, rubs my back as I heave, then leads me back to camp and washes my face and hands me my toothbrush. My nausea over, and her lucky enough to not suffer, we walk to the beach stage. Someone is sound checking, a few hundred people are milling around. Early like this, the bulk of them are the companions of the site employees and volunteers, a perk of the job is a free extra ticket. That's how I attended my first one, volunteering for security. Nowadays they contract that to pros, the festival is six times as big. Jeff is standing there, I've met him several times before, I wonder if he remembers me. He catches my eye, I take Sarah's hand, bring her over. He slaps my shoulder 'I remember you from last year, but not your name' I tell him, introduce him to Sarah, I note with pleasure that she is impressed that this superstar remembers me. He tells her how, a few years back he was headlining a stage and I was a volunteer. A girl was right up front, way too high, and had a seizure. I had dragged her up onto the stage, and looked after her until the medical crew arrived. 'There he was, holding her in recovery, keeping his own belt between her teeth, and there I am, spinning music and rubbernecking. Not my finest hour!' Sarah grins, presses up against me. We chat a bit more, he hands Sarah a CD. Signs it. It's the golden metallic of a RW disc. Not production, this is something else, the experimental stuff he will play tonight. We thank him, he goes back to his setup. This fucking day just keeps getting better all the time. My mushrooms are perfect, everything has a clarity and a glow, I am conscious of Sarah beside me as though she is radiating heat onto my skin. We find a bench, sit down. She's in my lap and she kisses my neck and bites my ears. I shiver. Time passes. the music starts or maybe it started a while ago. Driving dark beats, they echo in my belly. Sarah is in front of me, my arms around her, we are facing the stage, our bodies pressed together. I am rock hard, I know she can feel it pressed into the small of her back. Her hands are on mine, fingers laced into mine. Our bodies pulse together with the beat. Above the baseline, complex synth arpeggios, odd samples, bits of spoken word form a tapestry environment. The music peaks, it screams across the valley, stops dead. The silence is complete. Five hundred people shakily exhale like a tribal orgasm. Jeff walks away from the decks as we all howl our approval. Sarah pulls hard on my hand, it is long past midnight, music has trapped us here for hours. I realize that, while my mushrooms have peaked, I am still very high. I let Sarah lead me. She takes me home, to camp. She sits me in the hammock tells me to stay. She starts the stove to boil water. She comes back to me. She kisses me. She whispers in my ears about how that music made her feel, about how she could feel the pulse of it echoing through both of us together as the bass literally shook our bodies. The water is warm. She takes a cloth, she pulls off my shirt, and she bathes me with it. I am slick with sweat, my muscles are swollen, I realize suddenly that we were dancing for three solid hours like maniacs. She undoes my pants, pulls them away. I am naked in the hammock as she bathes me all over. She steps out of my reach as I grasp at her. Puts her fingers to her lips 'Shhhhh, sit still like a good boy'. She slowly strips for me. Sensually. For the first time I see her tiny perfect breasts, with their silver barbells. The nipples are rock hard. It's cold, but I don't feel it. My cock is so hard it is pulsing up and down to my heartbeat. People walk by in the dark, unseen but heard. I know they can see us in the strung christmas lights. She turns, slips out of her skirt, slowly unrolls those thin shorts. Her cunt is shaved smooth, a golden ring peaks out above her lips. She has a tattoo above her cunt. A word, I can't read it. With the cloth, she slowly bathes herself in front of me, the hot water rolling down her skin. Its incredible. She finishes. She steps to me, leads me from the hammock to the van and inside.

At last, I think. While wondering idly what could be so wild she wouldn't confess it after all the other things she answered! (incidentally, I do not know to this day, she still won't tell me!). Aloud I say 'Well, we're pretty limited while we are driving, soooo...' and suddenly I have the most awesome idea. I know she's every bit as horny as I am at this point. My cock has been hard in my jeans for over an hour now, and she's had her head resting on it. She knows how badly I want her, and I can see how happy she is about that, and I can also see she's looking forward to our eventual fuck with a lot of enthusiasm. She is, as the expression goes, very much DTF. Problem for me is that I like this girl. I'm already wondering if I can keep seeing her after this weekend. I don't often keep a side piece, unlike my wife who usually has a couple, but this girl is special already. I want that bond, the one that isn't just sex, but exists parallel to it. I am not just trying to get laid anymore, I want to seduce her. 'Sing for me!' She literally stares at me with her jaw hanging open, like in books. 'Sing?' 'Yeah. You said you like to sing. Sing me a song... Or answer the question...' 'The van is too loud, you won't be able to hear me.' I pull off onto the shoulder, turn the key. She was right, in the sudden silence, I can hear the engine clicking in the heat, the sounds of birds in the trees off the shoulder. A car whips by and is gone. It's strange because I don't remember what she sang, and neither does she. I remember a line from the chorus 'and we dance all night in scratchy heather'. It was a folk song about a man going off to war, and the sendoff he is given by his girl. It sounded Irish, it was filled with double entendre, her voice was low and raspy, and she sang well. I was a choir boy myself, and after the second chorus, I joined her in each chorus after. It had a lot of verses, and it ended sadly when the boy came home in a box. She finished and stared up at me in challenge. I looked back at her. 'I haven't sung with anyone since high school choir', I said. 'Let's do that again some time'. She levered her long slim body up, and pulled my face to hers and she kissed me. She kissed me long, and hard, and aggressively, nibbling on my lips, playing tag with my tongue, pressing me back into my red velvet chair and thrusting that tongue into my mouth. Her hand dropped to my groin, stroking my cock through my jeans. She pulls back, still stroking. 'Wish you dared something else yet?' I looked back at her 'Nope. I loved it.' 'Good'. Her hand went to my belt, which she undid. Then my buttons, then both hands slid my jeans and my underwear down, she lay back down, face down this time, and her mouth closed on my cock. 'Drive!' she said, somewhat indistinctly as her lips and tongue flickered on my tip. I must have groaned, because she repeated, louder, 'Drive!!'. I put the van in drive, and pulled away, as her mouth played on my cock expertly. She was incredible. No effort whatsoever to make me cum. She just played with me instead. Trying out a million different little strokes and techniques, obviously making mental notes for the future. She spent five or ten minutes just seeing how I liked her tongue piercing, then a few minutes brushing the twin rings in her lower lip against my shaft and tip. She sucked hard, she bit gently, then harder. She would ever so lightly scrape her teeth against me on the upstroke, then pure soft wet deep throat all the way back down, and a hundred other subtle variations. I have had her equal in pleasure, but she remains by far the most versatile and inventive cocksucker I have ever known. After over an hour, during which I never once felt teased or tortured, she stopped, and sat up. 'Pull over'. I pulled over. She kissed me once again, and then carefully re-dressed me. Another kiss. 'Don't worry, that was a sort of foreshadowing of tonight.' She got us out a big bottle of gatorade, and grabbed a bag of chips. We talked more as we drove down the highway, trading stories, likes, dislikes. It was connection, with her, almost from the very start. Something very new to me, who had come so late to romance, it was my first experience of instant infatuation. Something that has still only happened to me one other time. (I tell the story of that girl elsewhere, in a thread about my wife's first party gangbang, and a latina girl who showed up and by the end of the night became my long term girlfriend, even briefly living with us) I look at her, and helplessly shake my head. There is no easy way. 'Girl?' 'Boy?' 'Yeah, about that...' 'About what?' 'You know I have no idea what your name is?' She stares at me blankly. 'You're kidding!' 'Nope. You never told me, I arranged the ride and the pickup through Peter (the boyfriend), and he never said'. She grins an evil grin. 'Oh my! How awkward!' She takes pity on me. 'Sarah', she says. 'No wonder you kept calling me 'hun' and 'sweetie' during all that'. She giggles. 'That's a first for me...' 'Sarah,' I say, looking at her. 'It's a pretty name, and it suits you.' We drive on. She giggles from time to time, I blush, I am falling in love, though I don't know it yet, and wouldn't really understand it until the present day.