Coachella camping, Night Two [Group]

The weirdest part about camping at Coachella is the shower situation. It always has a crazy long line, the people are rude and shoving to get into the stalls, and the water pressure sucks. Harper and I stood in line, we went the second we woke up, knowing this would happen, and the lines were full of hung over people complaining. We wore our bikinis there to minimize the amount we had to drag back and forth so we could get out faster.

We showered and headed back to the site. Cam and Brian were sitting in our lawn chairs passing a pot stick back and forth and drinking warm cans of beer. It was way too early for that nonsense, so I laid down in the shad with Harper and we looked at the instagram tag for Coachella seeing if we recognized anyone.

We kind of casually avoided talking about hooking up in the tent the night before when we were rolling balls, and I left it alone. We planned out the shows we’d see that evening and guzzled water in anticipation of rolling a second day in a row.

The campground was starting to wake up and there were a lot of people that were early college age and up. It was hilarious to watch everyone getting up and shaking off their sleep and drugs. These two girls that we’d gotten to know a bit in the tent across from us got up and were still in their dancing, festival outfits which looked like wrecked lingerie at this point. They had glitter smeared across their chests and ass and looked uncomfortable.

They were the definition of heroin chic for sure, just all skinny and worn out with trendy haircuts smeared against their face. It was kind of adorable. They had to be just 18. We gave them a few bottles of water and they smoked some pot, then went back in their tent. A lot of people looked like they had a rough night.

We ate some energy bars and drank some old cold brew coffee. These survivalist looking frat boys had a whole cooking setup with propane burners and stuff and they had made a breakfast feast. They were all half-awake and gorging themselves on eggs and bacon. They offered us food and we gladly took it instead of spending $20 on slices of breakfast pizza at the weird farmers market they had.

We started getting dressed for the day with the gates opening. For day 2 I had a mesh leotard and gladiator sandals I was really proud of. But it was way more see through than I thought it would be, so Harper and I went and talked to the heroin chic teens across the way and got some glitter body paint from them. I smeared enough over my nipples to cover them and was happy with my look. Harper had a fishnet leotard and a pair of the tiniest jean shorts I’d ever seen.

Talking to the other girls I realized how serious business coachella fashion was. They showed us pics of their friends on instagram and I felt really really old even though I was only like six years older than them. But I feel like once you get out of college, you lose touch with all of that shit. Especially being married to a guy who is 40, he gives zero fucks about that world and it makes me kind of not care about it either.

Our day went as expected, Harper and I were a lot closer than before and friendlier. We danced together a lot, kissed a bit as the molly kicked in, and had an amazing day listening to bands. As we were getting closer to the final sets Brian and Cam said they were rolling too hard again and wanted to go back to the tent. They went, and we stayed to hear the last acts.

After Cam left Harper unleashed her inner beast. She was raging and dancing like it was the end of the world. She went from just moving around with a drink in her hand to the crazy YouTube videos you see of festival girls in like 30 seconds. I wasn’t complaining at all, it was fun. She was dancing with other guys and girls and me and we were having a great time.

We decided to head back to the tent halfway through the last set so we didn’t get stuck in that walking crowd. Harper and I were skipping along hand in hand and I looked at her and realized the glitter body paint had run off almost entirely. She had long streaks of the paint down her tummy and shorts and her nipples were just out in the open. I looked down at myself and it was the same thing. I had no idea how long it’d been like that, and no one seemed to say anything. The camp ground was pretty empty since the bands were still playing, so not many people saw us walking topless through the place.

When we got back to the tent, Cam was sitting in his chair drinking a beer in his boxer shorts with his hard on poking through the flap in his underwear. There really wasn’t anyone around looking, but c’mon. He said Brian had gone to take a shower, which was probably smart cause they’d be empty, but knowing he’s rolling I went after him.

The shower trailer was totally abandoned, but I could hear one on. In the back, Brian was standing in the stall letting the trickle of water run over his head. I slid out of my body suit and slipped into the tiny stall with him. He was a bit wide eyed but smiled, he was rolling hard. He was also rock hard. (He later told me that they’d taken Viagra also).

I hugged him to me, his body was hot. I turned the temperature of the water down a bit and held him close. He started kissing my neck and running his hands down my body, rinsing away the shitty glitter paint that didn’t work.

We’d decided against rolling on day three for our own brain health, so we – probably stupidly – decided to take a second dose as strong as our first. I think because I’d had a few glasses of wine at the festival it was slow to hit me, but being here and intimate, I could feel the tingling and the tension and the coming up happening. When Brian put his fingers between my legs, I literally gasped and was flooded with the feelings. It bent me over it was so quick. He met my eyes and asked if I was ok and I told him it hadn’t really hit much until just now. My teeth were chattering.

His hard on was epic, it was like the Genghis Khan of dicks. I was in awe of it. The veins stood out proudly and when I wrapped my hand around it, I could feel them pulsing.

I heard people walking in, “Let’s go back to the tent,” I looked around for his towel, but he didn’t seem to have brought one and his boxers, which seemed to be the only thing he wore were soaking wet on the floor. He stepped into his wet boxers and I pulled on my leotard. We were a mess. His dick was impossible to contain and I was pretty much naked with all the glitter washed off.

Luckily it was pretty dark out and we got back to the tent pretty quickly. There was music blaring from inside and I could see a light on in there. I peeked through the flap and Harper and Cam were inside, stripped naked. She was sitting up against the cooler and Cam was going down on her. I wasn’t sure if I should go in or not and I looked back at Brian and he had a hand on his cock. I could hear the music from the closing act playing, but people were starting to show up.

I unzipped the flap and Cam looked back at us, his face was smeared with glitter paint. Harper told him not to stop and pushed his head. I pushed Brian ahead of me and I saw Harper close her eyes and lean her head back, she was breathing heavily and rolling her hips against Cam’s mouth. They were long gone.

Brian was all over me and I was trying to get him situated in the tent. I closed the flap behind us and he struggled out of his wet boxers. I looked back at him in the dim light as I took off my leotard and his cock looked like a force of nature. I touched between my legs and my clit and pussy lips were totally engorged. I took Brian’s hand and pushed it against my pussy and he made a wow face.

Cam still had his head buried between Harper’s legs, so I pushed Brian back and took his swollen dick into my hands. It was throbbing and had a thick line of pre-cum running down the shaft. I licked the stream and felt it thick on my tongue. His whole body tensed as I ran my tongue along his cock. He sucked air in hard and grabbed at my neck and told me loudly to just put it in my mouth. So I did. I slid the head of his cock between my lips and felt it’s heat on my tongue. He had his teeth clenched and was looking at the ceiling of the tent. He was running his hands around, seeming unsure what to do with them, he settled on running them through my hair which felt amazing. He scratched his short nails against my scalp and stroked my hair and it sent tingles to my feet.

He let out a few, “Jesus Christ,” and “Fucks,” and I looked over and Harper was staring at us and looked incredibly happy. Her molly smily was beaming and her eyes looked a bit distant. I sat up and handed her a bottle of water. She started downing it and Cam looked up. Brian rolled over and drank some water. I joined the hydration club.

“I feel like I was never going to cum,” Harper told Cam. He seemed a little annoyed by it. We sat around drinking water quietly. Cam was lightly touching her and I had one hand on my husband’s giant swollen cock while he kissed the back of my neck.

Harper suddenly leaned forward and crawled towards me, cupping my face and kissed me deeply. I felt a warmth travel from her mouth, to my chest, down to my feet and it made me incredibly anxious and horny and aware of my body and her body touching. My teeth chattered a bit while she kissed, and she assumed I was cold and pulled me close to her and pressed her body on top of mine smearing her sweat and glitter paint across me. She pinned me down and threw her legs over my hips and kissed me.

I felt her muscles tense and release and I looked back and Cam had his face buried in her legs, I could feel his scratchy beard against my inner thigh. Brian kneeled beside us and I reached out for his cock, which he pushed towards my face. Harper and I were cheek to cheek as he pushed it inside my mouth. I could feel her tongue against me and then reaching out to him.

She pulled his dick from my mouth and slid it into her own. My husband moaned as she bobbed her head against him. Cam parted my legs and began going down on me. My body tensed and Harper looked over her shoulder at him and smiled while returning to sucking my husband’s dick. It was complete sensory overload. Cam was amazing at oral and I was quickly building to an orgasm. I could feel the heat of Harper’s naked body pushing against my sensitive skin and I was looking up at my husband who was rolling his eyes in the back of his head.

I clenched my teeth and grabbed at Harper’s back as Cam made me cum. It was a tense, knee shaking orgasm that was more frustrating than satisfying. Harper looked down at me as I was cumming and kissed me, I could taste my husbands cock on her lips.

She rolled off of me and I pushed my husband down, climbing up and straddling his cock which easily slid inside of me. I felt it fill me and I shuddered and goosebumps formed across my skin. We kissed and I ground down hard against him wanting a better orgasm. I bounced down on his cock, pushing it inside of me against my g-spot, and I was rubbing my clit furiously trying to force myself to cum again. I could feel his cock throbbing inside of me and I was clenching my teeth hard.

Sweat started forming on my skin, making me feel even more sensitive. Rough hands were rubbing the sweat against my back and I didn’t want to slow down or change pace because I felt close. Cam’s hands were on my shoulders slowing me down and I could feel his lips kissing my neck and back. He took my ass in his hands, and I looked back, Harper was guiding him, holding his dick, pointed at me.

I didn’t know if this was a good or bad idea, but I didn’t want it to stop. He pushed me down flat against Brian, and he kissed the sweat off my neck. I felt Harper reaching between my husband and I twisting my nipples softly. I heard someone spit.

I was convinced Cam was going to try and fuck my ass but was very surprised when I felt him pushing his cock against my already full pussy. Brian looked down at the sensation as Cam struggled to slide his cock into my pussy, right along side Brian’s. The stretching was scary for a second, then felt amazing. I pressed against my husband and grabbed tight of him trying to relax my body as Cam slid deeper inside of me. I felt Harper kissing my toes and licking the arch of my foot. It was total sensory explosion.

Brian held still while Cam started rhythmically fucking me. I knew this was a big fantasy of Brian’s and he seemed lost in the sensations, his eyes closed and his head back. His mouth was slightly open. I think he was drooling a little.

I felt Cam’s cock stretch me further as he picked up speed and the feeling was almost indescribable. He started faster and faster and I could feel his body tense as he grunted. His hands were squeezing my ass hard and pulling me against him. I could feel their cocks sliding together inside of me. I knew all about Brian’s whole fantasy with this, so I whispered into his ear, “you’re going to have a big mess to clean up,” and his eyes opened and he laughed.

After a few more minutes I felt his body shake. He held me tight and shuddered and bit my shoulder as he came. I could feel his cum flow into me, it pulsed and Cam didn’t slow down at all. I felt the wet warmth spread and he kept fucking me while Brian’s cock stayed in me. I couldn’t control my panting or sounds any longer and I was close.

When Harper pulled my head aside and started kissing me, her mouth tasting like dick, I let go and came hard. I shook and Cam held me still, continuing to fuck me hard. I felt my husband slide out of me, and Cam doubled his speed.

The sensitivity was making my brain explode and he was a machine. I felt Harper’s hand between my legs and she smeared cum over my lips. My entire body was alert and on fire. Cam pushed me flat against my husband and fucked me like a monster. I could feel his cock deep inside of me, sliding in and out. My entire body tensed up. I was breathing so hard my mouth was dry. I came a second time, not as hard, but it was a long rolling orgasm that made me give up trying to hold myself up or participate. I went limp as Brian pounded me.

It could have been 10 seconds or 10 minutes later, but eventually, he yelled out and grabbed my hips so hard he pulled me onto his lap. He came like a tornado. It kept going and he made these low moans. I felt his cum pump inside of me and he pulled away. I fell flat on the ground. Cam collapsed back and was kissing Harper. They sat together panting then Harper said they were going to shower. They took two towels and just walked away.

When they left, Brian got on his hands and knees and bent, pushing his lips against my flooded pussy. I grabbed his head and told him it was sensitive. He licked and sucked at the cum covering me. I stroked his head softly. He licked my clit very softly and it felt like I got hit by lightning. He looked up to see if he should continue. I nodded. He buried his lips in my sloppy pussy and licked and licked. I started breathing heavy again and he didn’t slow down. I felt it approach, it was a fast, flat orgasm. It felt wonderful but lasted a millisecond. I pulled him up and kissed him, his mouth was soaked.

I couldn’t even move. I was spent fully. I was still trying not to pant and Brian sat up and grabbed a beer. I was able to move just enough to get on a t-shirt and go pee and wash my hands at the toilets.

It was a long time before Cam and Harper came back. I was falling asleep when they came in the tent.

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