[MF] The horniest people at Glastonbury Festival

This is long, sorry, I do try to keep things short. The thing is, it’s the set up and how events came to be which are just as important and interesting to me. The sex bit is just the icing imo. Also, trigger warning, this story involves drug use. This was how it was so no need to disguise it.

For those not from the UK or have never experienced these things, Glastonbury Festival is perhaps the best music/arts festival the world. It’s massive, overwhelming, intense (in tents, geddit?), constantly surprising and is the most fun you can have in a five day period.

In 2010, our group consisted of around twenty people. Some I knew like family, others not all. And this year more girls were with us than normal. Granted, they were mostly taken or too young for me, but female company is good for the soul and not as smelly when on come downs. At any rate, I went to festivals to have fun not get laid. My intentions were pure, as long as purity involved lots of drugs, cider and cigarettes.

Now, one of the girls joining us was Mo. It was actually her first ever festival of any sort. Talk about jumping in at the deep end and going to the biggest.

We went way back. She was proper close to best mate, like a sister almost. She’d been clubbing with us since forever but generally had been out of bounds due to being married with kids. Purely platonic mates and part of crew, basically. She and I weren’t actually that close for most of this time. In fact several times we’d had our differences quite vocally but it was all amicable at this point. Anyway, there’s nearly 200k people at Glastonbury, if anyone pisses you off it’s easy to avoid them!

At the time, Mo had just broken up with her hubby about two months ago. He was actually meant to come but decided against it, rather wisely. So Mo was flying solo with us lot. I think she was kind of nervous, first festival, first big thing without hubs, I would be too. She kept asking the more experienced ones questions and asking us to look after her.

I won’t bore you with too much detail on the first day or so. Only to say that Mo had bought perhaps the smallest, shittest tent ever with her. She had set it up next to mine and i had strung a tarp between the two for extra shade.

Mo looked at my construction and remarked: “We’ve got our own little glasto love nest over here haven’t we?”

Wasn’t my intention, honest.

Friday night came – day three of five. And by this stage you’re usually pretty in the groove, as it were. I certainly was. By this time of night i was well into my little box of chemical tricks. We’d finished watching the bands and it was now time for some dance music, so all of us headed towards the late night area and the complete madness it offered.

Fuck me it was busy on the old railway line that headed towards the all night area. Thousands of wasted people slowly trudging towards the bass and lasers.

Mo and I were towards the back of our group, it’s dark, noisy and frankly everyone looks the same. You lose your mates, you’re fucked basically.

“I need a wee!” Mo says suddenly and before I can stop the rest of them she dashes off towards the loos.

Now I’m in a dichotomy here. The rest of the guys didn’t hear her and have already melted in to the crowd. I can’t leave a wasted Mo on her own so I follow her to the toilet queue.

“We’ll catch them up” I assure her. Fat chance of that.

So fifteen minutes after losing the rest, Mo and me set back off on the impossible quest to find them.

In my back pack I had about fifty NO2 canisters, the charger and a bottle of vodka. In my pocket I had about gram of MDMA rocket fuel, a small amount of something called 2CB and some weed. Whatever happened, we were going to be fine.

Our search got interrupted by a rig blasting out psytrance. Mo practically dragged me towards it. We did a sneaky balloon and started dancing.

I watched Mo as she danced and it occurred to me I’d never taken time to properly appreciate how attractive she was. Despite having had two kids, her figure was trim and svelte. She was wearing a shortish tight fitting skirt with leggings and she had a lovely arse. Her brown hair was in a pig tails and it bounced as she danced. Mo had always been a great dancer, I’d noticed that before. But here and now, as I came up hard on the ecstasy, she was like a rave angel. My entire focus was on her and little else.

I think the music finished or we moved on but the next thing I remember is being in a stage called block nine. It was mental there, the entrance had a real fucking train carriage sticking out of a building (honestly). They were playing drum and bass, which I love but it was very, very busy. There were lots and lots of proper fucked people, it was very hot and Mo was getting sketchy. I dragged her out, into the fresh air and when we did get out she was visibly upset. I pulled her close to me to give her a reassuring hug.

As I did, our lips just kind of met. It was a brief little kiss but it seemed to completely change something in Mo. Gone was the nervousness and paranoia; to be replaced with a happy, crazy little Minx.

As we walked and explored, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Touching each others necks, her hand up my tee-shirt. And every time she looked at me and smiled, it felt like I was falling towards her. An almost literally magnetic pull into those eyes. I could sense the moment coming like you can feel an incoming thunder storm. I grabbed her arm and pulled her towards me again.

That kiss, there and then, was electric. So full of hunger and want and need and heat, I’m still surprised we didn’t blow all the fuses to the entire festival.  

At that moment, nothing else mattered or even existed. The background faded away, the noise wasn’t there, the hussle of thousands simply disappeared. It was me and her and nothing else.

As we broke off to breath, it seemed time had slowed right down. All the people pushing past became like glaciers in comparison to her gaze. Isn’t it odd, that despite the intervening years and the drugs I was on, I vividly remember that moment? Every detail of her smiling face, coloured strangely green by the lights, staring up at mine. God, she was so, so beautiful.

Things started getting more fucked up after that. I assume we took more drugs and danced. We must have, it was all a glorious haze of raving, snogging, balloons, raving again.

What I can remember is we found ourselves on a sofa, of all things, in the corner of some tent. It was warm in there, dark enough not to be able to make much out and the music was excellent.

She was straddling me and kissing me very deeply. I had my hand inside her leggings and I was slowly rubbing her over her panties. She was extremely wet. I think we’d have just carried on if it weren’t for the girl sat next to us offering Mo a spliff. I suspect that neat little move ensured she wouldn’t have to watch two wasted strangers fuck. It worked but only postponed our inevitable.

We left the sofas and headed back out into the night. By now we desperately needed to fuck. We needed to fuck so badly, I think we were the horniest people at Glastonbury. We could have snuck back to the tents but they were miles away and we were in no mood for a long walk.

Instead, and by more luck than anything else, we found ourselves in a quieter part of the festival. There were some half lit hay bales and some picnic tables set up by a fence line. We stumbled towards them, in part as Mo needed a wee. We headed for the hay. I sat down heavily on floor, an arms length away from her and watched her pee. When she finished she turned and we were kissing again. This time however, nothing or no-one was going to stop us.

Mo was undoing my belt and I was frantically trying to work out how to get one leg out of her leggings. All the while still constantly and violently kissing each other.

Then it was done, she lowered herself down and I easily slid inside her to a massive moan. Everything that had happened or would happen or might happen, dissolved to nothing. We simply joined. As we moved, we moved as one.

We melted into each other.

There was no me anymore, there was no her, we were just one single sexual being and we had one purpose only. She drove her hips to mine and i drove back. I could feel every inch inside her and every inch was pure unadulterated bliss.

I lifted her top and her tits bounced in front of me. I pulled her pig tails back and kissed her now exposed neck. I could feel her frantically rubbing her clit as we fucked, she really needed to cum.

I fixed my eyes with hers. I needed to see this.

“I want you to look at me” I whispered to her.

It did the trick there and then. I saw her eyes roll, her jaw jut forward and she made a sound more animal than human. It must have hit her like a wave as she was shaking violently in total and pure euphoria.

And then she fucked me hard. So hard, it hurt. 

I had to really hold to her hips to stop her from falling off!

But I could feel it building. I’d always had trouble cumming on drugs before but what was about to happen was more than just an orgasm. This was a spiritual experience.

It was a noise, a taste, a smell, a full body tingle, all at once and mixed together. A huge explosion of colours and feelings and thoughts and voices and memories and wild dreams. Frankly it was earth shatteringly wonderful.

And it seemed to last forever, what perhaps was just a brief few seconds from the outside, for me was an age.

We fell into each other and clung on like we were riding a stormy sea. We kissed and kissed as our heart beats slowed to a more normal level. I have never held someone so close or with such unbridled desire as I held her that moment. Bliss poured down us.

The first light of dawn was just breaking through.

Standing up after that was fun, but we watched the summer sunrise properly up at the stone circle. Huddled together under a foil blanket, before then heading back to the tents.

We had plenty of fun for the rest of the festival, pretending to our friends that nothing had happened or was happening. Although the sleeping in the same tent thing may have been a give away. 

Oh yeah, nearly forgot. Next day we were back in that area and our friends even sat down on one of the picnic tables. Our bale of hay, where we thought was an out of way private place, turned out to be in full view of a main thoroughfare and a camp site. Like thirty foot away full view! Never mind hey……

Oddly, after an experience like that, we didn’t get together. I spoke to her years later about it (at my wedding no less), a what could have been chat, if you like. We wanted different things and we knew it without even saying it. That said, I know she thinks it about from time to time. Not long ago, she sent me a photo of a hay bale!

Thanks for reading, well done for making it this far. Please leave a comment if you liked it. I really enjoy writing these memories, so it’s nice to know someone had fun reading it.

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