Free use festival

Warning: Dubious consent themes. Do not read if offended by hardcore erotica.

It was the Free Use Festival, so called because it was a festival of music with bands of all types from all over the world, and also, for the duration of the weekend it was free use rules. That meant that all women were sexually available to all men at all times. It was just like free love at music festivals in the old days.

I had been lucky enough to get myself a ticket. They had sold like hotcakes as soon as they went online, since for many men this would be their only chance to get their dicks wet. The only thing was there would be lots of men in proportion to women, but I guess I would see how that worked at the festival.

First I was at the campsite, which was pretty much a tent city. I looked to see what kind of poontang was available. Then I saw the kind of piece of ass that made my dick move. She was a small, thin girl with dreadlocks, wearing a short sleeve rock t-shirt that displayed her heavily tattooed arms. The thing that struck me most about her were her thick lips. Those were the kind that were just made for sucking cock.

She disappeared into the tent as I approached. Her boyfriend was just outside.

“Hey man”, I said to him. “I’m just going into the tent to get a blow job from your girlfriend. She looks like she’s got real cocksucker lips on her. I bet the whore can suck it like a professional.”

“Sure man”, he replied, “that’s like totally cool. She can suck a dick alright.”

I nodded and entered the tent. She started a little, she was no doubt expecting her boyfriend, but then she settled down.

“Hi.”

“Hi”, I responded. I didn’t bother with introductions, I didn’t care what her name was. I whipped my aching eight inch cock out of my pants and let it bob up and down in front of her, drops of precum flying all over the place. She seemed non plussed that a stranger had just walked into the tent and got his dick out.

“I guess this isn’t your fist Free Use Festival is it?”

“No it isn’t. I got pretty well used last year, I was barely able to walk when it was all over.”

“I can believe that. Now get down on your knees and suck it.”

She took a few steps forward, kneeled submissively before me, placed her hands on my hips, opened wide, then slipped those thick red lips over my drooling cockhead.

“Ah fuck that feels good!”

She slipped her lips further and further down, till her bottom lip was pushing into my balls. My cock had now disappeared into that wet and warm cavern that was her mouth. She then began to zip her head back and forth, going balls deep with every suck. Oh this was somebody who knew how to deepthroat alright.

“Oh yeah, suck it you fucking whore. I bet you’ve gotten so good at this with all the cock you sucked last year, aaah yes!”

She drew off to take her tongue all around my helmet, then spat on it for a little extra added nastiness. She did all this in a matter of fact manner, as if sucking cock like this was part of a daily routine or something. Perhaps this was the kind of whore who lived under free use rules all the time. I had heard there were parts of some cities that were entirely free use.

She was so good I could feel the cum churning in my balls already, man this was a great way to start off the festival.