So here I was standing in a tight pressed crowd of an open air festival. I never heard of any striation which was supposed to play here. nigh of them were rather strange indie bands which were insiders'tips within the shot. That meant the organizer had a limited budget and could n't afford - nor generally needed - U. S. Army of security system personal watching the crowd or protecting the stars. What was way more significant to the audience was loud - and i mean LOUD - music equipment. This euphony genre - I suppose it was something between punk rock and death metal but as I said I do n't really care about the music itself - lived from its bulk, from making you feel the beats flow through your soundbox, from drowning out all other sensations with the sound of the band. The saner concert leaver which found a place in the area near the loudspeakers would therefor wear ear plugs. It is one thing to palpate your body chill with the music but another to get deaf after ten of such experiences.

One of the huge verbaliser towboat stood in good order left to me and while not exactly being sane, I still had my cud tightly stuck in my ear. Even though it was a modest Nox with the moon offering most of the elucidation offside the stagecoach, I was beginning to sweat. The heat of thousands of bodies, pressed together in one berth without a good deal space for the cool air to flow through just made sure of that. I looked around a bit, mustering the gang. Because the kickoff ring was still engaged with preparing and testing all their equipment, most of flock talked with their friends about this or that creating a white back dissonance of mussitation. The majority seemed to be young Male in their teenager or 1920s - of grade there were some `` too young to be here '' and `` I 'm not old when I keep going to such events '' case too. char were not exactly rarified neither, some obviously came with their boyfriends others were theatrical role of humble groups. Occasionally there was a miss who seemed to be alone, but that was really the exception.

I was still musing about the crowd when the band finally got their stuff and nonsense together and played the offset air to get the attention of everyone. And they did, earning energize cheers and scream. A here and now later they blasted away with the first base call. I yawned. This was the boring parting, as I waited for the crowd to get heated up which generally takes a few minutes. Once the third base song started nigh fans were pretty much into it, shaking their psyche with the rhythm and jumping up and down when the space would let it. Now it was clip for me to hold fun. But first I needed to feel me a date.

Mostly the choice was limited by chance : The sphere was so packed, that I could n't just walk around and check out potential soon-to-be-fucked women. Moving five groundwork into any direction took several minutes and a lot use of physical effectiveness to shove citizenry away. So my wheel spoke was limited to maybe 10 to 15 foot. But chance was on my side today - and against one of the female person fans : About six foot in front of me I saw two women standing. I did n't think that they belonged to any of the other bystanders, at least the gesture and behavior did n't indicated it. The one on the rightfulness had blond hair, a slim pattern and wore a shortly, tight jeans and a blue babydoll tee. I was however more interested on the fille beside her : Her berm was covered with her recollective black fuzz which flew through the air as she jumped to the heartbeat. Her medium sized but firm looking breast were covered by a black bra and bounced beautifully every prison term her understructure landed back on the priming. Over the bra was a fishnet sheer shirt and long, fingerless baseball glove covered her arms. Further down a short black skirt sat on her rose hip and again there was fishnet, this meter in the form of a pantyhose. Black leather half-boots finally construct the closure of the outfit. I could only get glimpses of her grimace, but I could see her Brown center, outlined by black mascara building a barren line to her white hide. It was toilsome to tell her age but guessed that she was between 17 and 21 years old.

I decided she would be my unwilling playfellow tonight and started my way towards her. It took quite some shoving and I had to use my elbows now and then to get rid of some less cooperating masses, but a few instant later I reached my destination and stood behind the two adult female. I watched my victim as she continued to enjoy the music, breathing in her scent and admiring her view. Finally I was done being an observer and started my secret plan. low of all I used my eubstance to slightly shove her forward, reducing her free scope to even LE than it was before. While she might have been a bit stung to be pushed forward it was null out of the ordinary - everyone wants to be in forepart as far as possible. The space I created behind me was quickly consumed by the crowd. Now our bodies were so finish that they touched rubbing them together. I could see that she grew a bit uncomfortable being confined that practically, but again that just happens on such upshot, just like in a crowd train. She tried to make herself a bit quad by pushing forward, but the guy rope in front of her did n't let themselves be pushed aside and she did n't have the lastingness to force them to. Finally she gave up bothering about this and put her attention back to the medicine trying to move with the beat as much as the infinite allowed it.

I placed my left hand on her ass and squeezed it a bit. This was inconceivable to mistake as an stroke, and instantly her hand shot down and slapped mine away. Her drumhead turned around to depend at me and I stared the first sentence into her tempestuous eyes. Her glare told me `` I know that you did it intentionally, deviate. Do n't try it again ! ''. She might deliver said something, if the music would n't own drowned any communication. Once she felt that I had received her glare-message, her look went back forward. I did n't waited long and put my helping hand on her ass again, massaging it slightly. When her hand came down to slap me away, I grabbed it tightly and forced it on my blue jean covered fork, making her feel my 7 column inch erecting with her finger's breadth. She tried to pull her bridge player away, but I held it there for a few bit before I let go. It vanished in front of her, trying to get away from being forced to touch the bulge on my jeans. The care of my hands again drifted to her ass and this meter no hinderance came. She tried to incite away and wiggle my hand off, but there just was nowhere to go and I kept my signature. She realized her tries to get away were useless and there was no way she could call for service or get the attention of soul to help her. Everyone was consumed with the execution on the stagecoach. So she just stood there, waiting for when I had enough of groping her behind.

And I had enough. It was time to impress on. When my helping hand left her, I could nearly feel her stand-in. It was short lived however, as my fingers crept up her back below her shirt until they found the clench of her bra. Once there I opened it and gently tugged at one of the straps. Her hired hand flew in front line of her, trying to keep her bra from sliding off and revealing her chest to everyone who choose to look. She was successful at first, but my tug became hard and stronger and finally despite her do-or-die attempt to keep the bra in place, it gave in to my pull sliding off to the incline until I had the whole bra in my hand. I put it into my air pocket as a trophy before my fingers went to their new aim in front end of her physical structure. I practically hugged her from behind and let each hand cup one of her titty, enjoying the feel of having those young and steady apples sized tits in my hand. She started to struggle again, using her hand to get rid of my embracement, but I kept my grip on her breasts. When her fingernails dug into my arms sending minuscule jolts of infliction, I took her rightfulness nipple between my fingers and squeezed it hard. I could n't hear her screech, but I could experience it. She understood my message hand her arms went hitch, hanging down while I continued to play with her breasts and caress her pink nipples until they reacted and became hard. She stood there motionless, waiting for it to be over, while a tear mixed with the mascara, ran down her eye and made a bootleg streak on her cheek.

My bridge player slid slowly downwards reaching her skirt and vanishing inside it. I could n't see anything down there from my angle so I had to entrust my touch senses to explore her neither regions. The number one thing I felt were here soft satin panties, covering her cumulus. I traced my finger's breadth along them, feeling a svelte texture modification which must give birth been a strip of garnish pubic hair. Lower still, my finger found a pocket-size mound with a gap on top : Her slightly swollen neither lips and the slit to her inner character, building her vulva. My finger went on, until I could feel it on top of her entranceway. I applied pressing and the elastic step-in gave in, allowing my finger to jaunt a tiny bit into her hollow, before the satin finally stopped it. My toy shook her top dog wildly desperately trying to tell me that she did n't wanted this. well I knew already, I just did n't manage. My finger left her entrance and went back upward until it reached the border of her panties over her pelvis. Then my unanimous hand slipped below them and covered her hummock. She tried made a fallible try to get away once more, but my other arm still had her in a tight hug so that she could n't proceed an inch. I rubbed her cunt and circled her short clitoris with my fingers, until I could feel her body reacting. It does n't matters how practically you not desire it, your eubstance will hand in at some point and before foresightful my finger's breadth were coated with her wetness. I took them out and take my bridge player in front of her face, making her facial expression at the glistening surface and taking in the perfume of her own arousal. When she understood, she moved her head to the side ashamed, so she did n't had to look.

The time for the grand closing curtain drew near. I released my handgrip on her, so that I could snap up her panties with both hands and ripped them off with one tug. They went to the berth were her bra already was. I freed my penis from his denim prison house and allowed him to touch her ass before I grabbed one of her hand and wrapped it around my quill. Her fingers were a common cold trace on it, so for her it must have felt like a hot rod. I moved her hired hand up and down, jerking myself with her. But of row I had no design to end the performance with a forced handjob. I let go of her helping hand and slue my penis slowly down her bottom cleft. She could feel the unprotected cock getting close and closer to her innocent pussy. The idea of some stranger knocking her up on this concert gave her enough grounds to struggle again. She struggled and tried to squeeze away the crew in front of her to make an escape route. I paused my journey into her, grabbed each arm with one of mine and pinned them on her back, making any promote try to turn tail futile and atrocious. For the second time this nighttime she turned her head and her tear stained eyes pleaded to let her go and to not do this to her.

I only smiled and put one finger on my sass, in the general gesture to be silent and calm air. Then I pointed to her friend. She had been oblivious to all what was happening and did n't notice that her acquaintance was just minute away from being raped, a few column inch besides her. One could n't blame her, it was impossible to take heed or find what was going on and the interesting thing usually happened on the stage and not beside you. My day of the month understood the threat. She was going to get fucked here and even if her admirer would notice, she could n't help her. So the question was if she wanted her friend to observe while some man on the concert had his way with her. In the upright instance it would be a ignominious retention which followed them for the rest of their friendship and in the mop up case her friend might consider that she consented to it and was just a total loose woman. She realized once again that she had no choice and all the will to campaign left her body. Nevertheless I kept her arms pinned and pushed her back forward as far as the space would allow it while spreading her legs articulatio humeri broad. Then I resumed to slue my dick closer to her pussy.

My phallus vanished between her thighs, before I could finger the drumhead making impinging with her slid. I pushed forward a diminutive bit and her twat lips started to stretch around the intruding penis head. As it went slowly in, they had to fit more and more until with a small-scale plop the psyche of my cock was inside her. I held it there and did n't moved one inch while I watched the cheek of my toy. Her heart were closed, preparing for the impact of my penis ramming into her. But nothing happened, the tip stayed inside her without moving. She opened her center and turned her heading to me questioningly. Had I second uncertainty ? Did her pleas were heard after all ? The solvent came when her oculus met mine. In that present moment I slammed my penis into her with full military unit, burying it completely and hitting the bottom of her fast hump canal. Another howler of her was drowned by the music. I started to bed her with concentrated and degraded thrusts, pulling my cock nearly out and slamming it back in every metre. It was unknown to see her mouth outdoors and my hip slapping into her asschecks with each thrusts but not hearing anything of it. But not sense of hearing, did n't meant not feeling. And it felt nifty, her compressed, unwilling box sucking on my member just begging him to put its come into her fertile uterus. I knew that I would n't concur out much prospicient, but one more than highlighting was yet to come.

While continuing to pump my day of the month, I slapped the ass of her friend hard. She furiously swirled her school principal around, but her ire quickly made way to shock. Her heart went full and her sass hung candid at the sight of her friend being fucked right in straw man of her. She could see my bareback prick sliding in and out of her friends wet pussy, but she failed to apprehend what was going on. She was just staring and I looked at her. That was when my coming hit me. I slammed in one go time as deep as I could and released a torrent of cum into my fucktoy 's puss, while her admirer watched me creaming her. When I finally pulled my penis out of her vagina, a rush of semen followed, dripping down her leg. The blonde was still in shock absorber, when I inserted two fingers into my dates pussy, coating them with the mix of her juice and my cum and then planted them like a kiss on the blonde 's mouth.

It was time to go away and after pulling up my bloomers I elbowed my way away from my lovers, leaving them standing there. One staring at me in seismic disturbance with a glistening fluid on her rim, one panting in exhaustion and chagrin. All in all that was quite a good concert. The music was n't that bad neither .