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Max and I had only been together for a couple of months but this trip felt like the perfect chance to see what he was really made of. He is 27 and more of a shy guy. We got to know each other when I was working in a little café under his apartment and after literal weeks of flirting I made the first step and gave him my number. Like this kind of shy.
We splurged on one of those fancy glamping tents with a big air mattress, fairy lights, and actual bedding. Max was so excited the whole drive there, talking about the bands and how fun it would be to camp in style. He had no idea I’d already invited his old college roommate Zane and Zane’s bandmate Kai to crash with us after their sets.
Zane is a charismatic musician type, 27, always with a guitar slung over his shoulder, a contagious laugh and messy hair that makes people stare. Kai is quieter but built, a casual drummer with tattoos running up his arms.
They showed up Friday night right after their performance, still buzzing from the stage, carrying a bottle of something strong and a couple of joints. Max hugged Zane like old times and said “the more the merrier, man,” completely chill about it. We spent the evening outside by the fire with the music thumping from the main stage in the distance, passing drinks and laughs around.
By midnight the festival vibes had everyone feeling loose. We moved inside the tent because the bass from the nearby stage was vibrating the walls. The fairy lights were glowing soft and someone had rolled a fat joint. I was already feeling it, that warm, floaty festival high. I stood up and started dancing in the middle of the tent, hips swaying to the heavy beat coming through the fabric.
Zane grinned and pulled me closer, his hands on my waist. Before I knew it we were making out right there, deep and messy, while the music pulsed around us.
Max was sitting on the edge of the air mattress, watching with wide eyes. “Emmy… what are you doing?” he asked, voice a little shaky but not stopping us.
I broke the kiss just long enough to look at him. “Baby, you wanted this festival to be unforgettable, right?“. He nodded slowly.
„Sit in the corner. Grab your phone and DJ the playlist for us. Keep the music going… and you can stroke yourself if you need to, but you stay right there and don’t touch us.”
Max hesitated for quite some time. Starting to get up but then sitting back down. His cheeks were already flushed but he moved to the corner like I told him, phone in hand, scrolling for songs that matched the heavy bass outside. Zane laughed low and pulled me back in, kissing me harder while Kai watched with hungry eyes.
Zane peeled my crop top off, then my shorts, leaving me naked in the warm tent air. He laid me down on the big air mattress and pushed inside me in one smooth thrust. I moaned loud, louder than the music, wrapping my legs around him while the bass from the stage made the whole tent shake. Then Kai joined in, kneeling beside us so I could take him in my mouth. They took turns every now and then. Zane fucking me deep and steady, then Kai flipping me over and pounding me from behind while Zane fed me his cock.
The whole time I kept glancing over at Max in the corner. “Look at you, baby,” I gasped between moans, voice breathy. “Sitting there DJing the soundtrack while I get railed by your roommate and his friend. The crowd outside has no idea what’s happening just a few feet away from thousands of people.”
Max was breathing hard, one hand stroking himself in rhythm with the playlist he was controlling, eyes glued to where Zane and Kai were taking turns on me. “Fuck, Emmy… this is insane,” he whispered, but he didn’t stop.
I smiled through the pleasure, my thighs were shaking as I was so close to cumming. “Keep the music going, Max. Make sure it’s loud enough to cover my moans. Be a good boy and stroke yourself while they fuck me.”
They switched again and again on that air mattress, the tent filling with wet sounds and my loud cries mixed with the festival bass. I came hard twice… once on Zane’s cock, once with Kai buried deep. I was screaming into the music while Max kept the playlist perfect, his hand moving faster on himself.
When Zane and Kai finally finished, pulling out and covering my tits and stomach with thick ropes of cum, I stayed lying there glowing and messy. I looked over at Max, still in the corner, cock straining, face flushed.
“Come here, baby,” I said softly. “Clean me up while the music keeps playing. Lick every drop like a good little cuck.”
Max crawled over, still holding his phone with one hand, and started licking slowly, tongue dragging over my skin while the bass continued to thump outside.
I stroked his hair gently. “Such a good boy for me. The whole crowd has no clue you’re in here tasting your roommate and his friend on your girlfriend.”
He looked up at me with his lips shiny from cum “I… I can’t believe how hot that was.”
I smiled and kissed his forehead, tasting both of them on my own lips.
It was so hot how Max actually went with my plan and loved it just as much as I did. The festival went for 2 more days and we definitely kept that thing going the whole 2 days. I even made Max record us while he was sitting next to us on the floor.
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