Chapter 1

My friends Mandy, Sue, and I were all 14 when we went to a three-day music festival together.
We were excited to see what the festival had in store for us. Mentally, I kept a note of all the types of guys I’ve managed to fuck so far. If you ask me, a big part of the thrill of a festival is looking for someone new and different to conquer. I was hoping to get laid at least once. Being me, I’d be on the lookout for something new.

We arrived on the first day. Summer festivals were always the best, and the warm afternoon made us take a slow, lazy approach to setting up our camp. The sky was hazy and the sunlight bright, perfect weather for taking it easy, talking, and catching up after the long drive in a crowded car.

The festival took place on a huge property surrounded by tall mesh fences. Even though it was mainly about music, the three-day event had all kinds of activities for people who wanted more than just the performances. The stage area took up about half the grounds and had three different stages, with bands and artists switching between them throughout the day.

In one corner stood a massive tent with a bar, and next to it ran a long food alley packed with stalls. Nearby were tents selling festival clothes and other random items, along with places offering things like temporary tattoos and massages. There were lots of little attractions to explore.

On the opposite side of the property was the camping area. Beside it sat a small patch of woodland with tall pine trees that gave the whole place a cool atmosphere. Music, rock, pop, rap, and alternative, played from around 10 in the morning until late at night, and the whole site stayed lively with crowds moving between the stages, food stands, and hangout spots.

In the middle of the festival grounds was a big open field where people could relax, sit with friends, or watch the stages from a distance. Performers wandered through the crowd, too. Wherever you looked, something was happening: ugglers, street performers, and people in colorful costumes walking around and entertaining the audience. The whole place felt busy, strange, and exciting, like there was always something new to see.

We eventually found a spot to put up our tent. It was small and a little crooked once we finally finished putting it up. It was one of those cheap dome tents that looked bright blue when we bought it, but after being shoved into the trunk with all our bags, it already had dusty marks on it. The three of us struggled with the flexible poles for a while, laughing and arguing about which end went where before it finally popped into shape. We spread our sleeping bags across the thin groundsheet and tossed our backpacks into the corners, trying to make the cramped space feel like our little home for the next three days. Outside the tent, we left our shoes and a small cooler with drinks and snacks we’d brought along.

Around the campsite, other tents were scattered everywhere in bright colors, orange, green, and red, some neatly arranged, others half-collapsed or leaning to one side. Music from the stages drifted across the field, even there, mixing with people talking, laughing, and the occasional shout from someone trying to find their friends.

The three of us had dressed for the heat and the festival vibe. Mandy wore a pair of faded denim cut-off shorts and a thin white tank top. She had canvas sneakers on her feet and a pair of cheap sunglasses pushed up on her head. Her hair was tied up in a messy high ponytail to keep it off her neck, and she kept fanning herself with a folded festival flyer.

I remember the first time I met Mandy. I was home. Mom was busy with my sister, and the doorbell rang.

“Can you get that?” Mom shouted from my sister’s room (she was 8 months).
“Sure, Mom,” I replied and went downstairs.

When I opened the door, a gorgeous black girl stood there, wearing a green skirt and a white, way too tight top, complete with a hat, long white socks, and yellow slippers, and a neat little scarf tied around her neck.
Over her top, she wore a jacket, but I noticed down her dark cleavage.

“Hi. Would you like to support my Girl Scout troop by buying some cookies today?” The little voice said.

“We’re raising money for a camping trip for the class, and for community service to the poor neighborhoods, and every box helps! We have all your favorites, Thin Mints, Samoas, Tagalongs, and more, and they’re only 3 $ per box. Would you like to grab a few before they’re gone for the season?”

I really didn’t pay attention to her words, just to her pointed breast and her nice brown legs.

She placed her bag on the floor and reached down for a box to show me. As she did that, I got a glimpse of what was hidden under the jacket.

Her pink brassiere captured her lush breasts with intent. I caught myself thinking about stepping closer, wrapping my arms around her back, letting my hands wander down to feel the creamy, hot flesh of her sexy ebony thighs, running my hand up to touch her tight ass cheeks trapped in her silky panties.

Her breast looked like it swelled as she panted for breath. Her nipples were hard and poking through the thin lace fabric. I think she had an inexplicable burning sensation deep between her legs. I hoped...

Yes, you’ve guessed it, but still no, you didn’t ... I am not lesbian, I am bi, and Mandy was my first girlfriend, not that we actually were girlfriends, no, we only fucked, and later on Sue also came into our world, so you can imagine how fun this festival was going to be ... I still can’t understand how our parents let us go to the festival... 14 years old ... Alone at a huge music festival...

Anyway, back to my first meeting with Mandy.
I imagined her pussy lips quiver in the wet lust engulfing her inflamed pussy. Slowly saturating them in her desire, flowing over her wet crimson delight. Her eyes were darting around, lost in erratic passion, unable to focus, her mind a blur of unrelenting sexual need.

I imagined pulling down her panties just low enough to leave her gushing cunt exposed, watching her lust drip into the crotch until it soaked through, running down her inner thighs. The need between her legs was excruciating, her clit poking out, begging to be touched.

I wanted to bury my face into her lust, taste her desire, and feed on her exposed need. Cupping her breast as she stood there, making eye contact with this beautiful new plaything.

I needed to free them from her pink bra, exposing her naked torso to my perverted gaze, her nipples bursting with arousal, pointing straight to my need.

Holding her perfect breasts high and stunning to behold, framed in pink lace.
I imagined her nipples hardening even more as I gently flicked them.

I imagined running a finger down over her waist, toying with her panties, feeling the silky, thin fabric between my fingers before sliding one over her hot sex.

I was going to enjoy eating her tight black pussy.

The first time we fucked.

We were in my bedroom, Mom and Dad were downstairs, and Mandy and I were “studying,” but in real life we were making out, kissing and fondling each other, and eventually I slid my hand under the hem of her skirt, and played with her covered pussy. I teased her pussy lips as our tongues played hockey.

Her body betrayed her, letting out moans of pleasure, Moans that burned into my lust. My pussy ached for release as my need became captured by her sexually bewildering trust. I ran a finger down over her waist, toying with her panties, feeling the silky thin fabric between my fingers before sliding one over her hot sex. Her pussy dripped with arousal. She moaned sensually as I teased my fingers over her tender folds. Cum coated my fingers instantly, her pussy a sodden, slippery, hot mess.

My hands grasped the waistband of her panties; she shivered a little as I rolled them slowly over her ass, exposing more of her sweet body, her eyes dilating as sharply as the pinpoint desire burning deep in her pussy. Her body betrayed her once again, as I watched her pussy lips quiver in the wet lust engulfing her inflamed pussy. Slowly saturating them in her desire, flowing over her wet crimson delight. Her eyes were darting around in lost, erratic passion, unable to focus, her mind a blur of unrelenting sexual need.

I left her panties just low enough to leave her gushing cunt exposed, watching her lust drip into the crotch until it soaked through, running down her inner thighs. The need between her legs was excruciating, her clit poking out, begging to be touched.

I cupped her dark breast, making eye contact with my beautiful new plaything.
The black girl was now completely naked for my gaze, except for her white socks. Her nipples were bursting with arousal, pointing straight to my need as I gently took one between my lips.

Before I dove in, I looked at my beautiful black girl.
Every inch of her body was smooth as silk and milk chocolate colored, just like the parts of her that were in front of me now, her little pussy, glistening from juices and saliva. The surrounding skin was a soft tan, covered with a tiny patch of curly dark pubic hair that bordered her pink slit where her inner lips, fiery dark red and swollen with lust, were crowding their way through. The tiny clit was as pink as a flamingo.

I leaned forward to breathe deeply of the delectable musky aroma of her sexy African-American pussy.

Using my fingers, I gently spread that narrow aperture to contemplate the beauty of its pink wetness and to inhale the cloud of fragrance that arose to please my nostrils. Some of her nectar had trickled onto her lips and, when I extended my tongue to sample it, the taste was even more delightful than the scent.

I started on the insides of her thighs, where her dark tan skin was soft and smooth, and my tongue sluiced up all the juices that had dripped there. After cleaning off the inside of her legs, I began licking upward on her crotch, catching the nectar as it trickled from the pink hole that was its source.

I began on one of her outer lips and let my mouth meander slowly in the general direction of her mons. My tongue stroked over her curly pubic hair, sending ripples of pleasure coursing through me.

I licked upward on her outer lip, covering the same area many times over until I reached her mons, Venus. I kissed her there and wasted no time before bringing my mouth back down to where I had started and devouring all the delicious juice she had produced.

I raised my head to gaze at Mandy’s face and sexy form. What I saw was quite gratifying, because my lovely girlfriend’s body was writhing in bliss, with her breasts swaying back and forth, her fit belly heaving in excitement. Her head was tilted back with her eyes closed, and her lips parted in a smile of joy.