As Riot Fest approached, sleeping was difficult the night before. For one, I knew I was in store for a few hours of “playtime” before having to head to the concert, and on the other hand, I was going to get to see Nine Inch Nails, one of the bands that shaped my formative years. Every football season, Pretty Hate Machine and The Downward Spiral would be blared to deafening levels as we prepared for our Friday Night Games. And what teenager didn’t absolutely love “Closer”? It’s the epitome of what any teenage boy was looking for in life, finding that perfect girl to fuck the shit out of! Fortunately for me, I’d get to live out the thesis of the song in actuality before (and after) the concert.
It all started innocently enough; I arrived at my friend Kristina’s house around 9:30, since I’d been awake since 6:00. Anticipation for the entire day’s events woke me up bright and early, as well as my toddler son yelling for me to wake up and come upstairs. Knowing that she had been late at work the night before, I didn’t want to get there too early, but I also wanted some cuddle time (selfish, I know!) before having to get ready. I texted her if she wanted a coffee, and she said “hell yeah” at first, but then, realizing I’m coffee illiterate, decided best not to have me order it. I assured her I was just going to hand the phone to the barista to ensure it was accurate, so she texted me the order, and to her surprise, I didn’t fuck it up! (Score one bonus point for the coffee illiterate!)
As I walked into her house, having startled her the previous morning, I decided to actually text her before just traipsing into her room, but apparently; she had dozed back off again. Nestling up beside her, I breathed in the scent of her hair. Recently, I’ve been drawn to her pheromones, and they mixed just nicely with the mint-laden hair product she uses. I could have laid in bed all day, gently caressing her smooth skin, wafting her aroma, but the more I touched her, our sexual chemistry began to mix, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before she’d be fully awake and ready for some love making.
I slowly took off her clothes to put her ravishing body on display, and since she was self-conscious about morning breath, kissing was out of the question, but I needed something to do with my mouth while I was slowly fucking her; I decided that since she didn’t work for the next few days, I would leave a not-so-gentle reminder on her neck about our morning fuck-session. She started to moan, whispering in my ear how amazing my dick felt in her, which left me torn: I wanted to gently enjoy the soft, slow movements, but I also wanted to fuck her brains out. I was like a kid in a candy store, noncommittal to how I wanted my sexual enjoyment, just knowing that whatever we did felt superbly in that moment. The more I entered and withdrew from her, the closer and closer she came to cumming.
Holding her hands behind her head, I began to pick up the tempo, applying gentle force to her wrists as my thrusts increased in speed. “Oh, please!” she moaned as I continued to hit her G-spot. While I could’ve fucked her like this all day, my arms started to tremble, and after she came, I decided I wanted her on top so I could watch her mammoth breasts flap about as she rode my cock.
Since turnaround is fair play, she teased my engorged cock with her soaking wet pussy lips as she straddled me, not letting me inside of her, simply teasing the head of my penis as she restrained my arms. This made me want to explode, so I forced my arms away from hers, grabbed on to her hips, and had finally been able to get balls-deep inside of her. The time for slow and steady was over; it was time to exit Lover’s Lane and enter Fucktopia!
After she rode me hard for a few minutes and came, I flipped her over to finish myself off. The way her pussy takes a cock from behind is a thing of wonder, able to lay completely flat on her stomach as I enter her with ease. She clenched onto my dick as I continued to furiously enter and withdraw from her swelling love-box, making me want to explode inside of her. There’s always something that when I’m on the brink of orgasm that makes me want to finish simultaneously with her as she screams she’s about to cum, but I’m always 30 seconds behind (which, is a good thing, since, who wants to be fucking a girl, she’s about to cum, and your dick says “nope, we’re finishing first”?).
Unloading inside of her pussy, I stayed inside of her until she couldn’t take it anymore, her clit and lips swollen from the pounding she’d received. I had shown up to her house completely clean and showered, but now was in no condition to spend the entirety of the day outdoors due to the sweat cascading off of my body. She went to get in the shower, and I followed, just like I had the day before.
Standing behind her, despite the fact that I had just ejaculated a few minutes before, my cock rose to full attention. Nestled between her smooth, white ass cheeks, I started to kiss on her neck and massage her breasts as she tried to concentrate on washing herself off. After a few minutes of this, I could tell she was getting frustrated, which further fueled my teasing. I didn’t want to waste a perfectly good light refractory period; neither did she.
Kristina turned off the water, grabbed a towel to put on the floor, and bent herself over the sink counter, putting her ass on display for me. I slid right in, and began to fuck her vigorously. The counter was the perfect height, reminiscent of the bar stool we would use for our copulations at work. After dozens of rendezvous utilizing this position, a cavalcade of sexual encounters rushed into my head, intensifying the way my dick felt as my pubis pounded against her ass cheeks. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m cumming!” she yelled at me, which, through whatever sexual magic had been cast on my dick for this short refractory period also made me able to ejaculate, too. More often than not, round two would take over an hour for me to cum, but not this time; thankfully, it took but a few short minutes of driving to Pound Town to get the job done!
Still dripping wet from the shower (exacerbated by the sweat from our fuck session), we kissed a little before actually needing to get ready. We were supposed to meet up with a friend to buy some “concert enhancements”, but she was not answering her phone. Hoping that she was just sleeping, as purveyors of materials are wont to do, we started to drive towards (where we vaguely remembered) her house was. Still not answering her phone, we decided to just grab some bomb-ass tacos and head on to the concert. Our good friend, alcohol, would be in abundance at the festival, although a part of us really wanted to experience something a bit more existential.
As we arrived at the concert, I was extremely excited to see that there were carnival rides. Memories flooded my mind of county fairs growing up. The sounds of multiple stages permeated the air, blending together in a cacophony of bass; it was amazing! My heart began to pump ever so slightly faster in anticipation of the barrage of musical assaults. While not versed in all of the bands on the docket, I knew enough to enjoy my way through the various stages throughout the day, but the main course was, of course, Nine Inch Nails.
The beer, while pricey, was exquisite (shout out to All Rise Brewery for their amazing, and high concentrated ABV Three Orange Wit!) and since we weren’t able to secure illicit concert enhancers, it would have to do the trick (it did).
Wanting to relive childhood memories, I forced Kristina to go on the Gravitron with me. For those of you who did not grow up in the Midwest, the Gravitron is a space-ship designed ride that spins around in a circle at a high velocity, creating a centripetal force against you, suctioning you to the back of a plank that slides up and down. During the optimum velocity, one can flip completely upside down while being sucked against the planks. If you have the opportunity, by all means, check this shit out; you will not be disappointed! Fighting the force of gravity on my arms, I placed my hand on her breasts, which were beings smooshed down due to the extreme gravity. The ride was fun, and since we both ended up buying ride tickets, we would end up back here again the next day.
After the Gravitron, the Ferris wheel opened up, so we decided to go on it. There’s something romantic about being high up in the air, looking down at a sea of thousands of people, a half-dozen bands playing simultaneously. The sun was still hours from setting, but the orange hue glistened the Chicago skyline, the bright blue sky with nearly a cloud in the sky made the view even more amazing, and in that moment, as we were at the apex of the ride, I couldn’t help but grab her and passionately kiss her. Each time the ride would reach the bottom, we would compose and behave ourselves, but as we approached the top, we were like sex-starved teenagers, pushing our bodies against each other, biting each other’s lips, gently nestling on one another’s necks. While we could have stayed on the ride all night, there was no alcohol on the ride; therefore, we needed to leave and purchase more!
We walked around from stage to stage, taking in bands like Ministry, Mayday Parade, Wu-Tang Clan, and New Order (as an older guy, I was really excited they were playing the stage next to Nine Inch Nails, since to get a good spot, we had to stay there and miss out on some other bands we wanted to check out). I could go on and on about the minutiae of each band, each song, but that’s not why you’re here reading this story, and I’ve trudged on with non-sexual stuff for what seems like eternity.
The effects of the alcohol had put me in the exact right state of inebriation, the happy/euphoric state where everything in life was the greatest; I was Chris Treiger from Parks and Recreation level drunk: everything was LITERALLY the best! Excitement grew in the air as the stage lights went down in anticipation of NIN starting to play. Kristina was jumping up and down, nearly squealing in excitement as the anticipation washed over her. Then, the music started, and the sea of people erupted in sounds of sheer joy and frivolity. Five hours of good bands and great beer had culminated in the piece de resistance that was the Industrial sounds of Trent Reznor.
Opening with a newer track, “Branches / Bones”, the crowd exploded! There is something to be said about the energy that thousands of people moving in unison to the beat of music creates. When bands open with something high-energy, it creates a tone for the entire evening, and the song, while short, packed a sonic punch that brought the concert to an entire other level of enjoyment. Transitioning into “Wish”, the crowd started to jump and thrash, expelling whatever negative emotions and demons that might have been stored away inside of them. Watching Kristina completely let herself go was refreshing, as I knew how much this concert meant to her, and that she was experiencing the entirety of the universe in these brief moments.
After a few more songs, the tempo of the concert slowed down as the dulcet piano keys struck for the introduction of “Something I can Never Have”. If ever there were a perfect metaphor for how I felt in that moment, the lyrical barrage and progression of the almost whispered lyrics of this song would be it. I grabbed onto Kristina tightly, singing the song (badly, because, well, I’m no Trent Reznor) into her ears as I gently kissed on her neck and embraced her warm body. Music has so much power to it, and that song in that moment nearly brought me to tears as I fought back every possible human emotion. The emotional and sexual tension built to a crescendo, and all I could do was hold onto her as tightly as I could, having had the music permeate into my soul.
The rest of the concert went like this, and while I’m not religious, and have never been religious, the hour and a half of lyrical perfection could be closely categorized as what I’m sure those who have had religious experiences must feel like. Getting to share that experience with someone else made it even that much more satisfying spiritually. The entire concert, I was checking my watch, not because I wanted the music to end, but to catalogue how much longer the experience would last.
When we got back to Kristina’s house, we couldn’t help but expel an entire night’s worth of sexual energy upon each other. At one point, she confided in me that she thought I was going to fuck her right then and there during the concert. While the thought crossed my mind, the logistics just didn’t play out in my head; I was satisfied with grabbing onto her, reaching underneath her skirt and playing with her. I knew we’d get a chance to copulate, and I’d rather it be in a bedroom than amidst 1000’s of sweaty passers-by, despite how incredibly enticing and liberating that may be (next time?).
Kristina took little time letting out her sexual tensions as she tore my pants off in a fury. Reeling from the effects of 100 dollars’ worth of beer, I welcomed her taking charge to begin with as I attempted to fight off the effects of sleep deprivation and inebriation. She rode up and down, bouncing on my cock as if she was trying to break me! The way she moved on top of me woke me up and I was ready to return the sexual favor.
Having not had the opportunity to eat her delicious pussy before the concert (or maybe I did? Details are hard), I went down on her, dining on the sweet nectar of her sweet vagina. “Yes, please!” she exclaimed again, one of her “go-to” sexual encouragements when I’m performing at an adequate or above level. Knowing full well how drunk I was, there was almost zero chance I was going to be able to cum, especially after expunging my love juice twice already. Fortunately, I was wrong, but there would be a lot more fornication before I would be able to release inside of her.
Knowing full well that doggy-style usually works to get me to finish, she displayed her ass for me to enter her from behind. My heart was already pounding from the previous half-hour of sex and foreplay, so I was hoping I’d be able to finish myself off in a timely manner, since I still had to drive home. I pounded her for a few minutes, enjoying the view of her delectable ass shaking as my thighs slapped against her. Wanting to take an ever-so-short break, I decided to move back to the bathroom where I had been able to finish myself off earlier. Surely, it would work again, right?
Entering the bathroom, she put her ass on display for me yet again, but this time asking if I wanted to fuck her in the ass. Not one to turn down anal, I obliged, working my cock into her tight hole. After a few minutes of this, it was too much for her, and she pushed me out of her. I had known cumming wasn’t going to be easy, but every orifice on her was starting to get bruised and battered from the past few days of copulation, so it was almost a certainty I was going to leave without the orgasmic quivering of expelling my jizz inside of her.
We went into the bedroom to cuddle for a while, my cock still at full attention. We talked about how great the concert was and how perfect the day had been thus far. Despite having made her orgasm numerous times throughout the day, I feel a great sense of accomplishment each time I can satisfy her, so I began to gently insert my middle finger into her throbbing pussy, trying to be as soft as possible to her swollen and read labia. Within minutes, I brought her to a screaming climax, and as she spasmed afterwards, asked me how many fingers I put in her. “Just the one,” I whispered into her ear softly. “I fucking love that all I need to do is touch you with one finger and it brings you to your knees”.
Kissing a little bit more and holding her, I was extremely turned on by how I could still feel her body tremble against mine. My penis was writhing back and forth uncontrollably, wanting nothing more than to be inside of her once more. Still reeling from the sense of enjoyment I got from fingering her, I decided to do it one more time before having to leave. The results were exactly the same as before, but afterwards, she begged me to fuck her one more time, despite how sore her pussy was.
The past half hour of foreplay was just what I needed for my cock to finally decide to expunge inside of her as I fucked her from behind again. Having tried to cum for over an hour and a half made this a total body orgasm as I could feel my entire body spasm with the intensity of which I came inside of her. As I tried to leave, I could see my cum dripping out of her pussy, and for whatever reason, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her throbbing labia. Even though I was ready to leave, I continued to look at my semen dripping out of her, gently playing with and rubbing it all over her lips.
Having had tried to leave her room various times, I realized that my hesitation was due to the fact I didn’t want the night to end. The entire day was a cavalcade of emotions, and with my body still quivering from the intensity of my orgasm, I had no desire for the day to end. From start to finish, this had been one of the best concert experiences of my life, and I had no desire to forget a single second of it. And while some of the minutia may escape me nearly a week later, the energy of the experience still remains. I had made plans to go out of town for day 2, since when we made the plans to go to the concert, I was simply in it for Nine Inch Nails, but since the entire day had been absolutely amazing, I wanted to see if the next day of the festival would be just as cathartic. All I had to do was figure out a way……..(to be continued)
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