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Subject: {ASSM} Woodstock 2: Mosh Pit Hunt
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Woodstock 2 Mosh Pit Hunt. (MM f, rp, anal, drugs)
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Woodstock 2: Mosh Pit Hunt
We were waiting in the a mass of people near one of the major moshing
zones. There were two stable groups near us, one a bunch of stoned
metalheads who pretty much just pogoed amongst themselves. Another group
were so whacked out on something that they mostly were just rooted in that
one place. Eddie (his name was Edger, but he preferred to drop the -ger),
was set up with me. We were watching the ebb and flow of the crowd as we
searched for our next victim. Earlier in the day we had gotten a cute
little blonde. One of those of those new 'alternative' loud rock bands had
just started up. Time for us to hunt.
The crowd was eating up these guys and soon the pit was throbbing. That
got us in the right mood. I snaked my hand into my shorts and squirted a
bit of lube on the tip of my dick, getting it ready. Having already
succeeded today, this next strike would be more enjoyable, longer. And so
was my pecker. Eddie signaled as a likely redhead passed our way, but,
lucky girl, the crowd moved her away from us. The crowd surfing had
started early and was picking up speed. We watched another couple of
likely marks move past us. Then I saw her. I signaled Eddie as he was
closer in. Eddie saw her and nodded. She was a little a little nut brown
girl, dark hair, probably some sorta Indian or Paki. She looked maybe
fourteen, not much up front, but a deliciously curved butt, nice and tight
and muscular, and good legs. Many of the guys she surfed by were glad to
help her on. She was wearing an orange tie die tank top, with a little
frilly skirt and tights. Cute face, slim and well taken care of. Daddy
shouldn't have let her go wandering.
We waited. Our hunting technique was like a sea anemone: We found a
good spot and waited for what the waves would bring. This evening it
appeared we might get another delicacy. Brown Girl was laughing as she
surfed the crowd, probably high on wine, pot, or some X. I prepped my
little squeeze bottle, ready to use it should she fall our way. The crowd
was pretty agitated now, and she moved closer to us on the hands of
strangers. She hit the edge of the metalheads, and moved our direction.
We had our hands up then, just like we were ready to help. Then she moved
over us.
Using my old high school wrestling skill, I snagged an arm, Eddie got
the other, and instead of sending the little brown girl on her way, we
plopped her down between us. She started to say something, something lost
in the noise from the stage. I slipped my arm under hers and snaked it
behind her neck. I got purchase and jerked her neck down, driving her jaw
into her chest. Eddie closed in from the front and clinched in with the
girl. I started to move in time with the music, just like this was a
friendly dance thing. I reached around with my free arm across her stomach
and drove Brown Girl back into me. I felt those tight buns straddling my
hardened prick. Oh yea. Once I had her struggling form immobilized, Eddie
went to work. He did it in time to the music. His hands went under the
flippy little skirt and gripped the spandex tights, then peeled them down,
taking them past her knees. She had cute little red panties. I wonder if
Daddy knew. Down they went to her knees. She had nice thighs and I could
see the sides of her twitching buttocks. Yea, you're going to get a ride
girl. I held on while Eddie got his little squirt bottle out and dosed
her. Then he moved in. She was small girl, probably around five feet tall,
so we towered over her. Eddie popped open the fly on his shorts and out
came his wang, all 7 inches, proud and happy. He moved in quick, one hand
groping her pussy lips, lightly covered in dark fur. I could see it start
to sink in, and I could tell as she started to shake and tried to scream.
Eddie worked it to a comfortable angle and drove it up in to our cute
little prey. He moved in time to the music. He latched on to the girl for
the moment, giving me time to open my shorts and pull out my pecker. It
was about the same length as Eddie's, but about 3 inches around, thicker
and meatier. He still had his foreskin though, lucky bastard. I took my
one free arm and felt around. The brown girl's buns were real smooth and
tight, and I slipped in between them. I found the little pucker, it was
all drawn up tight. I spread the buns with fingers, and drilled in with my
rod. I got the tip of my glans pressed up against her. I nodded to Eddie
and he applied pressure from up front. There was resistance as the brown
girl struggled and tried to clamp down. But I pressed on and felt the tip
move past the first barrier of her muscle. She was letting loose with a
high keening wail now, but amid all that noise and turbulence, it didn't
stand out at all.
I drilled about halfway in and then signaled Eddie it was okay to go.
He started driving into to brown girls crack like a piledriver. With my
free hand I groped inside the tank top to feel the babe's tits. She did
not have much in that department, just little underdeveloped mounds, but
with nice sized, puffy nipples. I kneaded the breasts and rubbed the
nipples roughly, twirling them. Perhaps she was younger than we thought.
Daddy shouldn't have let her wander. I began to thrust in further, timing
my thrusts against Eddie's, driving in as he pulled out. The girl's
muscles spasmed against my invading meat, it felt great. I drove in
deeper, then started pulling back, plunging in, working to get a full
stroke going against this girl's velvet channel. After about five minutes,
we were driving deep, all in time to the music. The little brown girl's
cries were still there, but they were mutating. The LSD, X, and THC that
we had in the bottle, suspended in DMSO, it was starting to take effect . I
whispered into her ear. "Nothing you can do little girl, just let it go,
you are so fucked. Not all bad little girl. It can feel so good. Feel
it, feel it." I stroked in time to my little rap. I ran my tongue into her
ear and felt her shiver. "All guys gotta have it. Girls gotta give it up
sometime. You know you are a cutie. I bet your Daddy wishes he could do
this to you. You are so ripe, girl. Surrender to the feeling."
Eddie and I had gotten in sync and were pushing and pulling. Her ass
was clenching in time to the rhythms, either of us or the band. I began to
pull out til the tip lay against her butthole, and drive back in full
length, reveling in the clamping tightness as I drove past her sphincter
into the buttery soft back channel. Eddie was playing his tricks from the
front. Having gotten another girl earlier in the day, we were not so ready
to pop easily. The girl's moans were quite different now. Her eyes were
closed and she was undulating to the rhythms as well. I had worked her
nipples til they were stiff and pointy. Playing with them got me some
extra moans. Around us the crowd screamed and cavorted, but no one noticed
our little menage. Well, one of the stoned metalheads gave us a blank.
dilated stare, probably thought it was a cool hallucination. We gave it to
her for another half an hour. Eddie lead off, huffing and puffing, sawing
his cock in and out her well opened coozie. I held tight so he could go
all out. She really seemed to be somewhere else now. The drugs would
really be kicking in now. She'd have a hell of a time trying to ID anyone
later on. Eddie spewed wildly, sperming her good. Then it was my turn.
Eddie held her for me to make my run. I popped my cock out of her butt and
wormed my way up into her steaming pussy. Might as well make my play for
fatherhood. She was still tight and warm, wet with juice. I ran one hand
to her nipples, the other to her little clit. I leaned down to her ears
and gave her my blastoff lullaby "You are so sweet and fuckable: All the
guys want you. Your daddy wants to put his pecker in here and love you
like a big girl. Love you like a big Girl..." I started to pop. I deep
dicked as well as I could. The blasting spasms came pouring out my
twitching member, causing juice to run out her quim and slide down her
thighs. A few shuddering blasts and I was done.
It was time to finish up. Eddie and I pulled up the panties and tights.
She didn't help much, she was kinda a limp noodle now. We hoisted her up
and sent her off crowd surfing. We didn't like the next band coming up,
buncha bloody poseurs, so it was off to the RV to see if Alberto had
rounded up any stoned out tail for us to play with through the night. As
we pulled out of our place in the crowd, I looked back to check her passage
through the crowd: I caught a glimpse of her dark face as she slid by the
Stoner crowd. The metal head who had been staring at us reached up and
snatched her down. Before she was swallowed into the crowd of Slayer and
Metallic T-shirts, I saw her tights fly off and disappear, and her shirt
fly up. Hands groped her newly opened twat. Well, perhaps he wasn't as
much of a stoner as he appeared. I felt a bit of glow; passing on the
torch, teaching others a trick. Brown Girl was really going to have a ride
tonite. Woodstock II was really turning in to something special. <1st
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