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  • Barely holding my eyes open I heard myself say the simplest words but most honest words I'd ever spoken "Thank you. For everything". It was the metal concert of a lifetime and every major metal band was playing at this concert. For a full 24 hours as much as I wanted to go with someone I couldn’t find anyone to go with me. I couldn’t afford two outdoor tickets so I bought one for myself in hopes that my friends bought them as well and they ended up bailing last minute, Teen I decided to go by myself anyways. I am a 21-year-old semi tall muscular man with blonde hair and blue eyes who does not fit shower into the heavy metal crowd. I showed up in flannel jacket and a pair of jeans with some cowboy boots on. Despite my country look I love metal and easily listen to it every waking moment. I wait to check in my ticket at the entrance it was a long line and around 6:30 pm. If it wasn’t a weirdly cold mid July it would be unbearable but with the cool air and energized people it was a comfortable feeling. Then I saw her, a short blonde pale girl, wearing a black Metallica shirt and she was bra less because her nipples poking through, they were clearly pierced, she also wore a skirt that was just short enough to make you do a double take but not long enough for you to actually see anything. I am now clearly staring at her, thinking she’s the amateur best looking one here, she was also looking right at me but more a confused look of why is this dude staring at me. She walked up to me almost angry and said “what?! Do you want to ride me or fight me cowboy?” My new expression must of startled her as it went to a WTF look. She started apologizing saying I “looked like an idiot for a moment and was slightly creepy.” I couldn’t argue that logic I was clearly staring at her nipples. “Sorry that I was staring, I was wondering how someone so public pale didn’t burn up in this sunlight” I said kinda chuckling. She gave me a small grin that clearly meant it was funny but she didn’t want me to know it. I put my hand out “I’m jack” I said in interest of knowing hers. “Zoe” she shook my hand and her touch sent static chills down my arm and body and straight to my dick. Clearly I had more than one head working at that moment. Her cheeks got rosy and I thought maybe she had the same idea. We started talking and hanging out got a few beers and were drinking. She responded and this time did not stop. 'Uhg.. "Oh! Flyin' away on amateur a wing and a prayer I gradually pushed my cock head inside her ass. People yelled at me and I didn’t shower have a name. Teen “I am now!” Susan then asked, “Joyce, did you do all that too?” I said, “Yes, and Joe and I both loved it. Chris shook his head in disgust. Than she dropped her skirt and now she was only with panties and bra. I was in a fucked-out haze. “Oh shit, sorry.” She said as she pinched it off quickly. “Actually, I got a bit distracted during the lesson. She stopped sucking outdoor his mouth and pushed up, lifted her hips off him and let him slip into her again. But that last thing was gross. I was enjoying the hell out of this, but wasn't going to let them know that. After 5 lifts Lucy stood up while the man put some more weights on the bar, then lay down on the bench. A plea for me to attack, to make her whimper more, to turn those whimpers into cries and moans, each one more pleading than the last, each one more desperate! I inquired with the old crusty guy behind the counter how much Dunhill brand smokes cost. How do you show your gratitude?" A voice he’d never thought he’d hear again. She let out a purring moan of delight, her hips wiggling from side to side. Her mother's joined me. We fluttered against her, attacking her, teasing her, giving her such pleasure. She pushed her pussy hard into me, bone mashed my lips, and it public hurt.