Carly couldn’t help but grin when she walked into the festival grounds. It was a beautiful blue day, the sprawling area filled with people. She reached up to adjust her blonde braids. She didn’t always dress like this (skimpy crop top, tiny jean shorts, and body glitter) but today was a special day, for a variety of reasons.
“So are you still trying to hit your goal? Lucky number four?” her friend Rachelle asked cheekily, elbowing her friend in the ribs.
Carly had set out this weekend to sleep with four men. She had always felt like a late bloomer and even now, had only slept with three men total. If everything went as planned, she would leave the festival feeling like a true slut. It wasn’t a goal most people had, but Carly was embracing it and was excited to see a different side to herself.
It had rained earlier that morning, so the ground was lush and soft. Most people were covered in a little bit of mud, but that was part of the festival experience. Overall, the atmosphere was indulgent and exciting. It would be easy to reach her goal.
Carly met Pablo first. Pablo was at the festival alone. He had taken his van across the country and was shirtless, revealing a sun-kissed tan and chiseled abs. Carly immediately threw herself at him and Pablo seemed to enjoy her carefree spirit. Plus, he was just as horny too.
He pulled Carly aside into the woods somewhere off the festival grounds and pressed her up against a tree. Carly moaned as Pablo undid her shorts and slid them down to her ankles. Carly watched in awe as this beautiful man breathed in her soft blonde patch of hair before burying his face deep into her pussy.
“Oh my god,” Carly said breathlessly, playing with Pablo’s hair as he ate her pussy. His soft moans were such a turn-on.
When he had made her sufficiently wet, Pablo stood up and spun Carly around so he could fuck her. Carly didn’t even have to suck his cock to make him hard. Pablo was ready to go, and she cried out as he dove deeply into her, fucking her deeply and fully from behind.
After only a few minutes, they thought they heard people coming toward them, so Pablo laughed and hurried up. He shot his load deep inside Carly and quickly pulled out of her. The two of them scrambled to leave the area. The last thing Carly needed was to get thrown out of the festival before reaching her goal!
A few hours later, Carly was feeling horny again and decided to try to find man #2. She caught the eye of a tall and slender tattooed man with blue hair. He wasn’t Carly’s type, but she figured why not? If there was ever a time to branch out, it was this weekend.
She never got his name, but as they hurried to his tent, Carly caught the eye of Rachelle and gave her a wink. Rachelle was totally supportive of her friend’s goal, having lived a semi-crazy sex life herself.
Carly pulled the tattoo guy’s cock out of his black shorts as soon as they got into his tent, lowering her soft lips around it and feeling it get hard in her mouth. The man moaned and roughly pulled at her braids, which she loved. What was the purpose of braids if not to be used as handlebars?
“Get on top of me,” he said, his voice husky and rough.
Carly happily obliged, lowering her pussy down onto his cock. It was thinner than Pablo’s cock but was longer, so it hit Carly in a different position. She actually came as she rode him, bouncing up and down and enjoying every second of him.
For the second time that day, Carly took a man’s load in her pussy. She ended up sleeping in his tent with him that evening, and they had sex again in the very early hours of the morning.
“So who was that guy?” asked Rachelle the next day, watching Carly and tattoo man part ways.
Carly laughed, shrugging her shoulders. “I have no idea. I call him tattoo man.”
“Well, you’ve still got two to go,” Rachelle reminded her, but Carly wasn’t worried.
She ran into Tyler at the water tent. He commented on the jewels she had glued to her collarbone, glinting in the sun.
“Those are rad,” he said, shielding his eyes from the day’s bright rays.
It turned out that Tyler was a sound guy and told Carly he could get her backstage if she wanted. This thrilled her, of course, and before she knew what was happening, she was bent over someone’s amp, getting pounded by Tyler’s cock.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, his fingers pressed firmly into her hips.
Carly giggled and bounced her ass back and forth onto Tyler’s length. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. She hadn’t ever been so horny before. She could hear the festival crowd stirring and chanting. There was something so thrilling about being backstage, about not having anyone know what you were doing.
“Can I cum on that cute little ass?” Tyler asked. Carly wasn’t sure how long they had been fucking, but she realized then that her knees were weak, her thighs shaky.
Carly looked back over her shoulders at Tyler’s face, his brown curls hanging in front of his eyes. “Yes please.”
“Ohhh, fuck!” Tyler groaned loudly, jerking his cock so that thick white ropes of cum shot out and coated Carly’s smooth ass cheeks.
Minutes later, Carly had left the stage area, looking around to make sure no one had seen, as Tyler’s hot cum dried on her ass.
“Yoooooo, dude what the fuck?”
Carly looked back over her shoulder to see that one of the singers of a band who played earlier was confronting Tyler about what he had just seen. Carly swallowed nervously and paused where she stood. To her horror, the singer was quickly approaching her. He was tall, thick, and ripped.
“So what’s your deal?” he asked Carly as he got near her. “You just go around fucking dudes backstage?”
Carly smiled at him, raising her eyebrows.
The dude laughed and shook his head. “Look, my van’s parked right over there. . .”
He trailed off but began heading in that direction. Minutes later, Carly was on all fours in the back of Zander’s van, as Zander fucked her from behind.
“Look at all this cum,” he said, gripping her ass. “Tyler really had a good load for you. Do you want one more?”
Carly fell forward onto the van’s carpet, moaning. “Yesssss, wherever you want to cum!”
“Oh shit. Well, in that case. . .” Zander gave Carly a few good, hard thrusts before shooting his load up in her well-used pussy. Carly shut her eyes, a big grin spreading across her face. Her mission was complete, and it felt so good.
She and Zander quickly got dressed, as Zander was helping to fill in on guitar in twenty minutes, but as soon as he opened the doors to the van, one of his friends was waiting for him.
“What’s going on in here? I heard the moaning.”
He looked at Zander, then Carly, then back to Zander.
What’s your name?” asked Carly, sitting back on her heels.
It was just one more person to add to the list, wasn’t it?