Booty called by an old lover, shenanigans ensue

[degenerateraver]

Last week on friday I was booty-called by a former lover who had just broken up with her boyfriend. I originally met her on craigslist when I was advertising for people to share gas on a long road trip from to a music festival. She was a 19 year old hippy girl, all dreadlocks and facial piercings, with an absolutely banging body of the kind you can only get by taking drugs and dancing for ten hours straight at raves. Tall and skinny with high firm little tits. We chatted a lot on the drive, played each other music from our iPods, and generally got along pretty well for a 35 year old and a teenager. There was certainly some sexual tension as well, and I sort of assumed she was going to offer sex instead of her share of gas or something.

So I was half disappointed and half relieved when she jumped out and paid for the first tank without being prompted. I really did need the gas money at the time. My mixed feeling switched to pleasure when, after we got going again, the conversation turned sexy almost right away... She challenged me to the old kids game of 'truth or dare', but as she grinned at me 'not kids stuff'. Within half an hour she was dared to masturbate in front of me, which quickly became road head, and turned into three days of fucking and sucking when we got to the festival. At one point she confessed that she had been waiting for me to offer the ride for free in exchange for sex, which would have led to her refusing and not fucking me for being insulting: As she put it, 'I'm not averse to whoring, but I am not putting out for 75$ in gas money, and anyone who thinks I'm that cheap can forget it. I was so glad you didn't try that because I wanted you the instant I saw you.'

 We continued an off and on affair through the next few years, until she met a guy and decided to settle down. We stayed in contact, but unlike me, she was faithful to her partner and we never fucked again, although we flirted and I got the occasional dirty pic on my phone.

Anyway, last friday night I get a text from her after over over a year of silence, and no replies to my texts. I had assumed that either she decided it was time to break off contact, or that maybe her BF found out and demanded she stop, but it turned out she had been going through rough times in the relationship, and recently spent a month living in a womens shelter hiding from the guy, who had gotten abusive and crazy quite suddenly. I was pissed that she hadn't asked me for help, but then I realized that my wife had left me *after* her last contact, so of course she had no idea I could have helped.

She had moved into an apt, gotten herself set up, and as she put it 'I need a man tonight, and you always knew how to make me forget everything else'. I told her that not only could I come right over, but that my life had opened up quite a bit since last we talked. She was sad to hear it, but not really surprised. I had fucked around a lot behind my wife's back, and she probably figured it was inevitable. She was right, too.

So I showered, and manscaped and made myself all pretty, grabbed my lube, and my drug stash: Some MDMA, a gram of tina, and some nice fresh poppers. I also brought my booty bumping syringe and a couple of buttplugs: A jewelled steel one I kept around for subby sluts, and my own somewhat larger silicone one. The better to keep the bootybumps inside to do their work! I also popped a cialis, guaranteeing a long night of fast recovery. I'd been missing this girl for a while... No condoms, I don't use them unless forced, and so I don't keep them around. She was always a bareback girl anyway, hopefully she still was!

I got there, it was a neat little old walkup building in a kind of shitty part of town, and she answered the door. She was wearing green yoga pants and nothing else, and she looked so different I barely recognized her. Her dreads were gone, replaced with a short little bob dyed jet black with a single blond streak. All her facial piercings were gone too, except a ring through her lower lip, and of course her earrings. No longer an earthy hippy, she had morphed into a razor sharp scene girl, and she had done it well. My eyes dropped to those perfect A cups, still firm as a teenagers, and still pierced through with silver barbells. She smirked at me 'You coming in before someone walks by and gets to share the show?'.

I grinned and came in, and kicked off my shoes. There wasn't much in the place. A couch, a kitchen table with some chairs and a computer set up on it, and a kingsized futon in the bedroom, and that was about it. She commented that she needed to get shopping and set the place up better, but hadn't made the time for it yet. I offered to help, because I still had the hippy van we drove in years ago to haul her shit. She laughed and smiled, and was so sexy to see her obviously loving the memories of that van. My cock firmed up in my jeans.

She took my hand and pulled me to the couch. She bit her lip. Scared, it was obvious. I wondered why, and she told me. There was one more reason she had stopped contact. A year ago, she found out she was HIV+... She looked at me, obviously terrified I would freak out. 'I'm on medication, and my hiv levels are so low that you can't possibly catch anything, but I couldn't not tell you. I understand if you don't want to fool around, of course.'

I looked at her, and she stared back. I reached out and stroked her cheek. 'I know how HIV meds work,' I said, 'I know that if you're on them it's safe, so don't worry about that!'. I thought about telling her I had started fucking dudes, and was taking prep anyway, but decided not to. She knew I was a *little* bi when we had been fucking around... Hell, she had pushed my head down on a cock on one fun night at Burning Man, but I wasn't going to complicate things with stories of nights spent parTying in the sling room at Steamworks Vancouver taking loads from multiple tops! 'Don't worry about that part, I have some gay friends, so I know not to panic like an idiot over this kind of thing'.

Her face just lit up, she was so relieved and happy. She literally jumped into my lap to kiss me, half laughing and half crying. After a few minutes she pulled away and said 'This is what I meant when I said you could always make me forget my problems.' I stood up, with her still in my lap, and strode into the bedroom and tossed her onto the futon... I unshrugged my shoulder bag on to the bed beside her. "you have any plans tomorrow morning? Because I brought some party treats if you're interested!'.    'Ooooooooo what kind of treats?'. 'Some good MDMA, a little crystal, and some nice fresh poppers'. Her eyes lit up, 'Nothing happening this whole weekend that I can't cancel!!' I laughed too, and asked 'Well, what sort of candy do you want, little girl?'.

She mulled it over. And looked up at me 'How much crystal do you have?'. 'A gram exactly', I replied, 'and two grams of MDMA as well'. She laughed, 'We won't go through two grams of molly by ourselves, that's for sure, but lets do the molly first, and I have a surprise for you if we do the crystal!'. She cocked her head at me, 'Do you still like to booty bump your stuff?' It was her who had taught me about rectal administration at that first music festival, when she had slid two E pills into my asshole on the end of her finger during a blowjob. She had sucked me straight into the rush of those pills and swallowed my cum, and made me an instant booty bumper then and there. I nodded, and took out the syringe and tube, and began preparing her a nice little shot. She's a tiny thing, probably less than a hundred pounds, and I wanted her good and fucked up, so I measured out about a point and stuck it in the syringe. Going to the bathroom, I drew up around 4ml of hot water, and then filled the rest of the syringe with air and started shaking it to dissolve the molly. Sometimes you see flecks that won't dissolve, which means they aren't MDMA, and your stuff has been cut, but I get mine straight from the girl who makes it, and she likes me enough that I get it as pure as she can make it. It's nice to have friends in low places. This stuff was deep brown, and dissolved  quickly, and I returned to find her on the bed, stark naked, on all fours with her ass in the air.

'Can I have some candy, daddy?' she asked in the cutest little voice, and wriggled her ass at me.  'Reach into the bag,' I told her, there's a special cork I keep for princesses in there.' She giggled when she saw the shiny steel plug with the big bright pink glass gem on it, 'this is the first time you've ever bought me jewelry, daddy'. I smiled to myself. That plug had been in three female and one sissy asshole in the last month, and every time for the same reason: to keep the drugs inside a dirty little slut. On the other hand, it cost 6$ on amazon.ca, so I was more than prepared to pretend I bought it just for her... 'I know, princess, I figure daddy can finally spoil you the way he always wanted to.' She wriggled for me again, arching her back and presenting her puckered little asshole.

I knelt beside her, and took up the lube. I began rubbing it into her tight little hole... Tight, but I knew full well what it could expand to handle, which got me going yet again... My cock trying hard to stand up straight inside my suddenly way too tight jeans. I slipped a finger inside, and she shifted slightly as she brought her hand up to her smooth cunt with it's pleasantly meaty lips. She whimpered a little as she played, and I introduced a second finger, and picked up the syringe. I always like to slide the syringe in between my fingers, the edge of the tube is sort of sharp, and it just doesn't feel good. Slipping it in as deep as it goes, I pause and slip my fingers out with a slight pop. She shivers, 'I love the way you do that...' 'Want your candy, princess? You have to ask for it...'

She moans, her fingers busy, 'I'm going to get myself off soon, will you spray it into me while I cum for you? Please?' My cock couldn't get any harder at this, it actually hurt, as, leaving the syringe stuck in that slender ass, I began to tweak at her nipples with one hand, and roughly stroke her cheeks with the other. I felt her tense, watched her asshole clench and spasm on the tube, and squirted her full of potent MDMA. She gasps 'OHHHH I felt it that time. Usually I can't feel it, but I felt the spurt, and it feels so nasty'. I slowly withdraw the tube, and pick up the jewelled plug, I press it against that freshly dosed hole and push. she grunts as it pops inside, and I smack her ass. ' That's my good girl! Take it like a little slut for me.'

She grins back at me, 'I want a picture of it'! Hands me her iPhone, and I snap a few. It's certainly the best this plug has ever looked!

She looks at them and smiles, 'I love it, best present in years,' and then shyly, 'along with you here in the first place, that is'.

I ruffle her hair, 'sweet little princess aren't you?' I grab the paraphenalia and look at her, keeping eye contact, I lower the syringe to her face, 'Clean that off for me, princess!'. She slurps it into her mouth and thoroughly cleans it with her tongue, then takes it from me. 'Your turn, daddy!'

[KhanKrum]

Very good, smooth story

[degenerateraver]

I lay back on the futon, watching her prep up the syringe. Smart girl that she was, she set up the same single point I'd mixed for her, even though I weigh double her and more. If my faithful readers are wondering how just a single 100mg dose is enough, all I can say is that the difference between street product and stuff direct from the lab is striking. That 100mg would put a pleasant glow on me at 230lbs, and with her maybe a bare hundred pounds, she was going to be flying in about 20 minutes. And of course, those faithful readers with experience will know that by shorting my dose, she minimized the chance that the MDMA would leave me soft.

She grabbed her pillows and stacked them, and I laid down on my back, the pillows lifting me into the air. She grabbed the other plug, and slathered it, and the tube of the syringe, with lube, and then laid them aside. We were practicing a ritual enacted many times before. She would worship my cock for a while, until she began to be swept up in the rush of her dose. At that point, she would dose me, plug me, and roll onto her back, so that she could spend her rush getting the living shit fucked out of her. Her rush would taper off naturally as mine began, the roles would switch, and it would be my turn to lay back and be pleasured. In about 90 minutes, we would both be through the wild rush phase, she would be sloshing with cum, and both of us would be ready for some epic cuddling.

She stretched like a cat, looking sideways at me through slitted eyes. I was reminded of desert nights, dancing for hours under the cold stars of Nevada and Utah, pounding trance from stacked speaker bins, wild women and feral boys, half of us high on drugs, but all of us high on music and sex and life. She used to stretch the same way in the van, when we stumbled in from the dance floor. It was strange, some kind of contact high perhaps, but I already felt a sort of thrill in my belly, in anticipation of the debauchery I knew was coming.

She squeezed a big splash of silicone lube into her hands, and began to stroke my cock between them. I was already hard, of course, but I twitched and swelled further in her hands. 'Did you bring condoms?' 'No'. She looked at me. 'I'm undetectable, that almost certainly means I am as safe as if I was negative,' she pauses, 'but I have condoms, if you want them.'

I sat up, and grasped her by the back of her neck. I pulled her close. I looked straight at her. 'Sweetie, I want you bare. You're worth the chance.' I kissed her hard, and let her go, and laid back. She bent her mouth down and started to suck, and one hand slipped between my legs and began rubbing my hole with lube. Her mouth was as good as I remembered. Most girls have a problem with my thickness and the fatness of my head, but she had always been able to just engulf me in a sort of silky wet nest. Her tongue was busy licking my balls at the bottom of the strokes, and the coolest thing about her head, she knew how to use her teeth. The faintest graze of them along the shaft as she went up, nothing but softness on the way down, the gentle gagging when I entered her throat. I enjoyed it, because in just a few minutes this subtlety and skill was going to be gone, replaced by an insatiable piggy little slut who, while sexy as fuck and up for the filthiest things with a smile, was not going to be capable of the pure art I was enjoying now.

Her hand shifted, and I felt her fit the tube into my hole, I felt it glide in, she began to suck harder, gulping at my cock, straddling my leg and grinding a bit. I felt her begin to squeeze the syringe, shooting the liquid deep inside, I felt her slip it out, and the smooth plug against my hole, she began to thrust the plug against me in time with the bobs of her head and suddenly it POPPED in to me and she buried her face in my belly, all of my cock in her throat, and she kept it there as she gagged hard and twisted her body. She began to pull off and I grabbed her head and pulled her back down while gritting my teeth ad trying desperately not to cum. After a few seconds I let her go and she rolled away gasping. 'My god' we both said in unison, and laughed.

[RiskyMarc]

Please more! ;-)

[degenerateraver]

Been a bit of delay simply because I've been spending quite a lot of time with her, and have not had time to sit down and write about any of it. I've been writing about some older events with my ex wife instead. It's been fantastic with her, and could turn into something permanent.

We both laid there, panting and hearts racing. I was concentrating hard to keep from just spraying my cum into the air like a fountain after the things her throat did to me. 'You didn't used to deep throat so far down,' I finally said. 'I was motivated,' she giggled, and stretched again, always like a cat this one, and rolled to face me. 'This molly is really smooth, I can't remember the last time I had anything so totally pure. No speed at all. And I'm starting to really rush!' 'Yeah, I know the girl who makes it... Friends in low places.'

I rolled to face her, and pulled her to me, and began kissing her, my hands travelled her body, stroking her. In general, I had always found that, when in doubt, treat her like a hundred pound house cat and you couldn't go far wrong. My hands came up to the nape of her neck, and I scratched her there, working my nails into the roots of her hair, making her moan and flex her belly against me. I grasped her hair and pulled it, kissing her deeply, and pulled back to look in her eyes. Her pupils were enormous, tiny brown halos around deep black were the only remnant of her greenish brown cat-eyes. I could imagine what she was feeling, the rush of warmth, of love, of need to touch and kiss and breed and cum. I moved on top of her, and her legs wrapped up and around me. Her hands went down, found my cock, and slipped it inside.

Her cunt was furnace hot, and incredibly tight. It had been the tightest thing I ever fucked all those years ago, and that hadn't changed. Her hips rolled to meet me, and I began to thrust in a rolling grind. I felt her mouth open and her teeth sink gently into my shoulder as she moaned, and I could already feel the shivering of her first orgasm, not even ten strokes in. For myself, I was already worried about busting a load into this incredible cunt, so different from any of the slags and fags I'd been fucking lately. She mumbled my name, and 'please' and I fucked harder, she began to grunt at the bottom of each stroke. I fucked harder, making sure I hit bottom, and was rewarded by a long shuddering moan and a clamp on my cock like nothing you can imagine.

Her hands were cupping my asscheeks as I kept fucking through her orgasm, loving the rippling muscles of her vaginal walls. Say what you like about assfucking, asses simply don't have that long sheath of muscles that can milk a cock along it's entire length. I could never give up cunt. She moans and cums again, and again, and again, harder each time. I grab her hair and pull her mouth off my shoulder, so she won't draw blood, and look into her eyes as I pound her. She looks up at me, jaw set in the classic MDMA teeth grinding, dribble trickling from her mouth as she cums again, yelling and getting flecks of spit in my face involuntarily as she does. The yell pushes me over the edge, and I unload my cock into her vise-tight cunt. 'Take that fucking cum!'

She kisses me deep as I blow inside her, tongues fighting for control, hands pulling each other in with lip bruising force. my thrusts don't even slow down in her now cum-sloppy cunt as I keep pounding. Her face is startled as she realizes I'm  not going soft, not stopping. I can feel my own rush beginning, and I smile down at her 'They hadn't invented Cialis the last time we fucked.' She moaned, 'Oh god you're going to kill me!', and clutched at me as she came again and then again. I kept pounding, then 'Wrap around me tight, I want to roll you over.'

We roll, and she's on top now. She sits up straight and bounces, a froth of cum and lube and squirt where our bodies meet. I look up at her 'Ride me with your asshole, princess!' She moans and comes off, fumbling for the lube. I find the poppers, uncap them. She slathers my cock with gun oil, and pops the plug out. I hold the poppers to a nostril, block off the other one, and she inhales deep and long, twice. Her eyes roll, and she sits down hard on my cock with a yelp. I had forgotten this, how she never took it slow at the beginning, never needed to... Her ass is loose from the plug, but quickly clamps down on my cock. I revel in the difference between ass and cunt, so completely different in feel, yet both so hungry for my meat. She yelps like a kicked dog as she bottoms out on my shaft. 7.5 thick cut inches in one single stroke. I wonder what it feels like to take it that way...I've always needed warmup for even fingers, and while I can eventually take the biggest cocks, this girl can do it from the very first instant. She is grinding on me, loving the sensation of my cock stirring her guts. I can feel her cum, distant through my MDMA rush, and then again. She begins to bounce her ass, 'Oh god you never fucked my ass like this before!' She grunts like an animal 'Oh god I love it!!' She cums again, ring clamping on me like fingers squeezing.

I moan as her hands rest on my chest and her fingers roll my nipples. My rush is coming strong now, and I worry if maybe she judged wrong and my cock is softening, but no, I can feel my asshole tightening as my first 'dry' orgasm of the night boils up. I yell her name, and cum hard without a drop of sperm. Through the haze of my rush I see her smiling. she keeps fucking, I keep spasming in her tight asshole. Another orgasm, this one with the familiar rush of sperm fills her asshole and now I finally begin  soften. She cums, and it pushes out my now semi hard shaft. Without hesitation she drops down and begins to clean me, licking, then sucking my cock. Rolling it in her mouth, suckling like a baby. A little spurt of cream rewards her, and she flips round, throwing her leg over my face and lowering the sloppy mess of her cunt to my face. I eat her lips ravenously, sucking out my cum, loving her taste, slowly calming down as my rush subsides and we each calm down. I raise my head a little to lick the dribbling cum and lube from her asshole, appreciating the faint unmistakeable tang of the MDMA adding to the delicious mix of cum and ass juice. She moans and slides a finger onto her clit as I rim her, cumming hard and squirting some more ass into my mouth. She starts playing with the plug in my asshole, and I begin to stiffen up again. Soon she's fucking the plug in and out, and I groan and spray what's left of my sperm resevoir into her enthusiastic mouth. I hear her gulping it down. I collapse, as does she.

 

 

 

[degenerateraver]

I will tell more stories about her, both from our shared past, and as she and I move forward. I am changing dates and some other extraneous details to keep any readers from doxxing us, but the meat of the stories will be 100% truth.

if you have any particular kinks feel free to share them. After decades of kinky swinging I have tried a lot of things.Or maybe I will try them with her and report back...

Edited February 4, 2017 by degenerateraver
accidentally saved before finishing. oops

[Thecrazyone]

Thanks for this story, really hot!

[degenerateraver]

So those of you who have read this far know that the girl I've been talking about is someone from about a decade in my past. We've reconnected, and since both of us recently had our marriages fall apart, we were in a perfect position to pursue a relationship together. It's been about a month, and we have been both inseparable, and stupidly happy. 

So now I want to tell the story of when we first met. I mentioned it briefly at the beginning of the thread, but there is so much more to the story. Names have been changed, but it's all as true as I can make it. 

I had been married a few years, and at first my wife had dutifully accompanied me to Raves and Music Festivals, but it was never really her thing. She loved the getting high and dancing part, but not so much the camping, disgusting porta-potties, and annoying sketchy people all over the place. Eventually she stopped going. That was fine, we had an open relationship. My weekends away were good times for her to spend with her side pieces, and I was welcome to all the slutty raver girls I could eat as well.

I had an old custom van that I drove to the events, from the late 80s, complete with red velvet interior upholstery, and a full sized bed in the back. It was full of pillows and furry blankets, and had a huge awning that stretched out from the side doors, with mosquito net hanging down to the ground. It was super comfortable. I usually parked so that I could string hammocks from the roof rack on top to nearby trees, and we always had lanterns at night and lots of camp chairs so friends would stop by to lounge. At night, my van was a well known spot to stop and party a bit, and more than once young ladies ended up staying till morning.

Back then money was a bit tight, so I put the word out that I was looking for riders to share gas. Sure enough, a young couple agreed to split the gas bill 50/50, so I arranged to pick them up before leaving. When I got there, though, only the girl was coming. They had gotten into a fight a few days before, and when it didn't get resolved, she told him he might be going to the event, but not with her. She assured me that she was still good to split gas, though, so she threw her tent and pack in the van, climbed up into the red velvet captains chair, and we were gone.

So I was about 35 years old at the time, but I've always looked younger. I found out later she thought I was a 'sexy older guy, almost 30'. Which I thought was pretty funny. She was 19, although honestly I thought she was quite a bit older, probably mid 20s. Despite her wild appearance with long multicoloured dreadlocks strung with beads, four facial piercings (not including her ears), and urban faerie style clothing, she was smart, funny, sarcastic, and knew a lot about music.  She also may have looked like a dirty hippy at first glance, but she smelled fresh and clean, and those dreadlocks were very well kept. She was tallish, about 5'10", and whip slender. her crop top showed a flat belly, with just a hint of her ribcage, and those hipbones that just show through the skin when a girl is super lean. Her chest was pretty flat, her arms were long and slender, but also muscular. She wore a long flowing skirt, but I could tell her hips were narrow, but her ass nice and round. Her feet were big, with long toes painted in primary colours. Her hands were also big, with long fingers, and short trimmed nails. She had the kind of lean lithe body that you only get from hours of yoga alternated with hours of dancing while high off your face, and I found her incredibly sexy.

She was also good company. She had an iPod loaded with music, one of the old ones with a mini hard drive, and while the stereo in my van had been upgraded to CDs, there was no way to plug it in. Smart girl had a splitter though, and an extra pair of headphones. Back then, just as today, one of her greatest pleasures was sharing music with people. So we spent the first part of the drive between Vancouver and Nelson alternating music for each other. It came time to fill the tank, and I was a bit worried. I had a feeling she might try and offer me a BJ instead of paying her share, but thankfully she jumped to the register without being asked, while I filled up and washed windows and checked the oil.

I climbed back in, and she did likewise, wriggling out of that long skirt to reveal some skin tight lycra shorts. The sun was up, it was august, and 25 year old air conditioning is weak. The legs and ass she revealed were incredible. As was the clear camel toe and the obvious clit piercing under the thin clinging lycra. I think she caught me staring because she blushed as we drove away.

The conversation quickly turned to relationships. Was I married? Open relationship? Really? I wasn't just making that up so I could cheat? I told her about my wife's appetite for threesomes, how she was quite happy to be at home with her side boy. How we would be telling each other about any adventures when I got home next week. Eventually, she was convinced I was telling the truth (I was, after all, and she is a sensitive girl in a lot of ways. Hard to fool.) and then the conversation turned sexy. She asked me if I thought she was pretty, which of course got a pretty fervent yes. She complimented me on my shoulders, which were big from hard labour and heavy lifting. She took one of my hands to feel their roughness, then extended one foot out towards me (Vans are big, you can barely reach your passenger from the drivers seat) and invited me to stroke her skin. I still remember how smooth she was, from doing some hippy DIY hair removal thing with sugar. Not that she was hairy. Even her arms had just the lightest reddish hairs, her eyebrows were likewise light, she told me she was ginger, though looking at the rainbow riot of her hair there was no way to be sure.

She leaned against the arm rest and extended both feet out to me, and flipped up the arm on my chair. Her toes stroked me, as she challenged me to truth or dare.

 

Edited February 16, 2017 by degenerateraver

[degenerateraver]

'Sure,' I said. 'You go first.'

'How old were you when you first had sex with a girl?'

I laughed, 'This will shock you, but I was 26'. She did look surprised, so I elaborated 'I was an extremely awkward kid, in high school I was short and fat, until grade 11 when I grew a foot. In grade 12 I was suddenly big and strong, and went from being bullied to getting left completely alone. It took a long time for me to find a social network to belong to... I've been making up for lost time ever since.'

'How about you?' I asked. 'What about your first time?'

'I was 13, in Greece, on holidays. She was the daughter of the people renting us a house on Naxos. We would go swimming every morning, and then make out in this little hidden cove.' She paused, 'How did you even know I had been with girls?'

I probably looked a little sheepish when I said 'I actually meant first time with a guy'. She laughed delightfully, 'Well, I guess you wasted your question then! My turn!' She looked at me, biting her lip. 'What about you, are you bi?' 

'Sort of? I can't get romantic about guys, but sex with them can be fun. I will walk over dozens of willing guys to just try and flirt with a girl, though. I love girls. Their bodies, the way they taste and smell, everything about them. I'm pretty much always horny. My turn.'

I looked at her, 'Okay, first time with a guy?'

And she told me about it. The fall after her trip to Greece, the boy who lived across the alley, who was spanish and one grade ahead of her in school. How they walked to school together, and how one day, on the way home, they slipped into a copse of brush in the neighbourhood dog park, and made out. How his pants bulged, how she undid them, and stroked it. How he pulled down her tights to return the favour. How she used her mouth on him, and how he came in her mouth just like she read about. How they started doing it almost every day, with their mouths and fingers, and how one day she lifted a condom from her older brother's room. She told me how she got down on the leafy covered ground, kneeling on her back pack, and how he slipped it inside her. That it didn't hurt at all, how she could feel a building orgasm, different from the ones she got from fingers, or the ones from his tongue. How he suddenly came, ramming into her roughly. How different she felt inside, after he pulled out. Stretched, slippery inside, how much she wanted him to just go straight back in. How they kept meeting through the winter, finding hidden places, waiting for parents to go out. How one day her parents caught them, and the talking to she got about birth control and STIs. About how terrified he was before he realized her parents were not angry, how thrilled when they received permission to meet in her home. How they began to actually date, months after they started fucking, how eventually they drifted apart as she got into raves and dancing, and he got into football and weightlifting. 

She looked at me. 'My turn', she said, and kept looking at me. 'It's truth or dare, remember?' I nodded, 'Do you think we are going to fuck this weekend?'

I looked at her. 'I think so, but I think I could easily screw that up, if I am not careful!'

She bursts out laughing, presumably because my face must look frankly terrified. She undoes her seatbelt, and gets out of her chair, and kneels on the cooler I have sitting been the chairs. She kisses me on the cheek, 'You're right, so don't screw it up, because I am looking forward to it!'

The sun is hot through the windshield, and I ask her to open the cooler she is kneeling on and get us out something to drink. It's full of frozen bottles of water, and also some bottled juice and gatorade. She picks out a big bottle of cranberry juice, and closes the cooler again. She presses the juice to my forehead, then to hers. Then she lies down, her head in my lap looking up at me, her body on the cooler, her feet sticking out the open passenger window in the wind of our passage. We pass the bottle back and forth. Sweat is beading on her belly under the crop top, I want to lick it up. I stroke her face and the side of her neck as we continue to trade questions. They become increasingly sexual, increasingly dirty. We ask about kinks and fetishes, finally I ask her to name the dirtiest thing she has ever done, and enjoyed. She looks up at me, and finally says the magic words:

'Nuh uh. Dare.'

 

Edited February 16, 2017 by degenerateraver

[degenerateraver]

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.

[RiskyMarc]

Great writing. More please

[degenerateraver]

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. 

 

[degenerateraver]

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'.

[degenerateraver]

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.

[degenerateraver]

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'