[MFM] My day of being nearly topless at Burning Man ended with me getting group-fucked by four guys

This was four years ago, in 2017. I was 21, it was my second Burning Man and I was incredibly excited. I remembered how exciting some of the exhibitionist-oriented styles were to me the first time I went, so I planned to wear “minimal” outfits this time. This particular outfit consisted of lace up mini-boots (leather, practical), hotpants wrapped in scarf (also practical, there are some places you *don’t* want sand getting into) and jeweled pasties covering my nipples. (At the time my boob size was borderline C/D-cup so the topless effect was… pronounced.) To complete the outfit, I wore a metallic choker with long tassels hanging between my tits, all the way down to my waist.

I’d never felt so hot in my life. Something felt… unlocked inside me.

The vibes were excellent as a I explored the camp that day, and I was making new friends everywhere I went. As night fell I found myself talking to a group of four guys who’d come to BM together in an RV. They were cool and respectful and I could feel the undeniably powerful tension of their collective attention directed towards me. One of them mentioned that they had some MDMA and I was like, hell yeah, let’s do it. So we end up back in their tent, in a circle, enjoying the effects kicking in. My pasties at this point had gotten uncomfortable, but fortunately I’d brought along a small vial of almond oil in my bag.

I turned to the guy to my right and held out the vial. “Would you mind?”

He looked attentive but puzzled. I thrust out my chest and gestured at my pasties. He understood, and applied some oil around each nipple before gently working his fingers around the edges as the adhesive gradually dissolved. I put my hands on his knees for balance and closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of his fingers.

By the time the pasties came off, my hand had slid up his thigh and I was idly tracing the outline of his cock with my fingers. I opened my eyes and suddenly realized everyone was silently staring at me. I started laughing. That seemed to break a tension, everyone else laughed too.

And then, without really thinking too hard, I shifted to the center of the tent, lay on my back, spine arched, and gestured around at all of them to come closer. The entire tent was sharing the same wavelength and pretty soon I had four pairs of hands on me, some massaging my legs, my shoulders, my tits, other pulling off my boots and pants. As my outfit came off, hands were joined by lips, and then tongues. I was tongue-kissing someone, with another mouth on each nipple, and then another between my legs. I turned my palms outwards and upwards and before long a hard cock was placed in each. I started stroking and pumping them while the first orgasm rose up inside me and my memories at that point become

In various combinations for what must have been hours I was simultaneously touched, licked, sucked and penetrated in what felt like every possible combination. I was a goddess being worshipped, the center of their sexual universe and the end I’d cum more times, and took more cum, than I believed possible in a single evening.

When I woke up just before dawn in the middle of the pile of their bodies, aching and sore but impossibly fulfilled and content, I knew that I’d changed, that I would never be the same.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/pii52h/mfm_my_day_of_being_nearly_topless_at_burning_man