Tent Sex with a Mysterious Girl [mf]

A heavy bass back beat thumped over the quaint English hills and dale as the Glastonbury music festival rocked in full effect. Two hundred and fifty thousand screaming drunk people enjoying a spectrum of music from five hundred acts on five stages spread over a three day period; it’s one of Britain’s largest most raucous music festivals. Bring a tent, bring your party supplies, bring your friends, and chill. Jake and his friends, Pierce and Bryan took the advice to heart. The three travelled from London to the last blow out party before they return to the States to look for their first post college jobs. The three bopped along with the rhythm, checking out the girls while mildly tripping on a batch mushrooms Bryan brought along.

“Man, I need food,” Pierce said.

“I need beer. Let’s go the concession stand. Coming?” Bryan asked Jake.

“Naw, I’ll stay here,” he said as his favorite band launched into their second song.

He had a feeling his would never find him again in this crowd and that they’d probably meet back at the tent in the camping area. He was thoroughly enjoying the show when a buxom girl with a wreath of flowers crowning her curly strawberry blonde hair she sauntered over to him, staring at him with purpose. Jake was never at a loss for attracting girls, with his rangy rock climbing build, shaggy brown hair and rugged good looks. Somewhat of a geek, he was shy and the women who he’d slept with had all come on to him, describing him as ‘easy going’ and ‘sweet’, And here he was with another woman who found him, her boobs jostling unrestrained beneath her fawn suede halter top and her tight jeans hugging every womanly curve. She looked like a daughter of nature. He was taken by her pretty face, her cute little nose with freckles across the bridge of her nose and bright but sly slate green eyes.

She was a bold one, introducing herself as Zandria. She said she was a local though he could barely hear her above the deafening guitar riffs twanging from the speakers.

“I really love this music,” she shouted, smiling up at him, bouncing to the beat.

“Yeah, these guys rock.”

“I want to make love for you.”

“What?” Jake yelled above the music.

“I want to make love for you. Right now.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes.”

The beautiful hippie girl with big boobs, wild strawberry blonde hair and a winsome smile leaned in and said, “I want to make love to you.”

Jake hadn’t been laid the whole time he’d been in England. A month is a long time for a twenty two year old man, and Zandria was by far the cutest woman he’d met on the entire trip. He was going to score tonight with this English rose. His heavy balls would be relieved. He couldn’t believe his luck.

“Don’t you want to make love to me?”

“Hell yeah.”

He took her by the hand and led her away from the stage before she changed her mind. She kept pace with him as he knifed through the crowd, giggling as she passed him a bota bag from which he drank her strong, berry wine. They trundled across the muddy fields, past the concession stands and rows of porta-potties to the camping section in a far field. They meandered through the tent city until they found his red tent. He unlocked the pad lock and unzipped the tent door. He gestured for her to go in first. She ducked and crawled in and he watched her cute ass in denims shimmy in to sit in the far corner. He crawled in after her, zipping up the tent flap behind him. The music from the festival could still be heard as a roar of applause erupted and died.

He dug into a cooler.

He asked, “Would you like some cheese and crackers, my lady?”

She smiled. “No thank you.”

He could now hear her lilt, not quite Londoner, but a British based accent all the same.

He asked, “How am I so lucky? A girl like you finding me in this mob.”

“I sniffed you out,” she said, with a big sniff from his groin to his face.

“What?”

“Nothing,” she said, taking his chin in her soft hands.

She drew his face close to hers to give him the faintest kiss. She smelled so good, like rain soaked wildflowers. She kissed him again. His penis chubbed in his jeans as his hands began to roam her body. She pulled away to reach behind her neck and untie the halter top while he quickly whipped off his shirt. He stared at her bodacious breast tipped with ghostly pale nipples and reached out to cup one before pulling her body close to his, mashing her breast against his chest as he kissed her deeply. His clumsy fingers groped her creamy skin as they kissed and he began to press her back onto his sleeping bag until he was grinding on top of her. She eagerly slurped at his tongue. Her hands ran through his thick hair until they moved down his chest and to his pants to fumble with his zipper. Jake pulled away from her to unzip his jeans, shimmying out of them. She giggled as she watched him toss his pants aside before his hands landed on her jeans zipper, unfastening her pants and yanking down her pretty legs. He tossed them aside to look down her, pale skin perfection with a triangle of light blonde hair on her pussy mound. She rose up and got on all four, presenting her pink slit in plump pussy lips like an animal in heat. He wanted to see her pretty freckled face, be held within her eyes wide from passion, watch her tits jiggle as he fucks her, but if this is what she wants. With a big dog lick to his hand, he stroked his cock a few times before guiding the tip in between her folds and pushed into her gash.

Zandria moaned in pleasure, falling down onto her elbows. He rubbed his hands over her smooth pale ass, his dick plunged into her gushy warmth. Her cunt lips grabbed him like a mouth, sucking and squeezing him like he’d never felt a woman’s cunt do before. His groin smacked against the back of her thighs as he picked up speed fucking this fantastic girl. He about fell over her back as he thrusted into her oh so tight cunt.

He muttered, “Fuck, baby, I’m going to cum.”

“Umm, give me your hot seed. Deep inside of me. Oh. Oh, deep inside.”

Her words spurred him on as he slapped his groin against her ass a few more times. The jizz rumbled from deep inside his balls to explode into her. He shouted unintelligible words as his cum pulsed from his jerking cock, spurting deep inside her as he gripped her bodacious ass.

He withdrew his glistening dick, watching some of his cum ooze from her slit. He fell backwards onto his breath, holding his sticky dick still twitching from the last orgasmic spasms. He felt lightheaded, probably the mushrooms, as her naked body climbed on top to straddle him. God he loved her breasts, her face and that wild hair. She looked down at him with a satisfied grin on her face. She brought her fist to her lips and opened her hand to blow some sparkly powder in his face.

She sweetly said, “Sleep Jake. You’ll need your rest.”

“Huh?”

His eyes began to close. He could’ve sworn he saw a set of translucent wings, like those of a dragon fly, unfurl from her back. He groggily slurred, “Shit, these ‘shrooms are really kicking in.”

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