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Who’s Tent is it Anyway?

8:59 am Monday, 20th September, 2021

I was at a music festival once when, instead of watching the band with my mates, I decided to go for a little walk around the site. As I walked away from the crowds, I spied a hippy girl sitting under a tree having a smoke. She was the type with dreadlocks, long skirt and bare feet. As I approached her, she smiled at me so I decided to sit with her and soon we started smoking and chatting.


As she laughed, I noticed that her huge tits were free underneath her loose t-shirt and I couldn’t keep my eyes of them. My cock was starting to get hard as I imagined myself sucking on her nipples. I think she noticed me staring because she leant back with her hands on the grass to give me a better view.


This girl was giving me such a hard-on just from talking to her and I’m sure that she knew I fancied her because the next thing she did made me nearly explode into my shorts. She was leaning back supported by her hands with her legs out straight in front of her. Then she lifted up her knees and spread her legs and said “isn’t it hot?” And with one hand she started to wave her skirt around to cool herself.


My eyes were fixed on the view up her skirt - a wild, blonde bush. It was like I was dreaming! Suddenly, I was aware of her saying something. She said, “ wow, you’ve got an erection. Would you like to fuck me?”. I couldn’t speak so I just nodded and she stood up and guided me by the hand to her tent.


As she lay there naked, I realised that I hadn’t got any condoms but she said “it’s ok just don’t cum inside me”. So I slipped my cock into her wild, golden bush and started thrusting. She was purring like a cat as I fucked her missionary until she raised her knees and started squeezing my cock with her pussy. As she started to orgasm, she was moaning low and I could feel myself reaching the edge. I pulled out as late as possible and ended up shooting my load up her thigh, her t-shirt and sleeping bag.


As she lay there in ecstasy, I really needed to suck her tits. So I lifted her jizz soaked t-shirt and locked my lips onto one of her massive nipples. I worked both tits until her nipples were rock hard. When I came up for air, she pushed me backwards and shuffled under me so that my arse was on her lap. Then she took my erect cock and enveloped it between her tits. What happened next was a sublime tit wank which ended with me shooting my load upwards into her face and hair and also all over the roof of the tent.


We lay tangled together for a few minutes until we heard the applause for the band. “Quick, let’s go” she said as she got into her sticky clothes. I lost her in the crowd about five minutes later but I couldn’t get her out of my mind. So at the end of the day, I went back to her tent to find her but when I got there, I could see only a middle-aged couple having a beer. “Is Jane around?”, I asked. “Never heard of her”, they replied suspiciously. I didn’t hang around any longer to ask them whether liked the fact that their tent was covered with jizz.



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