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CHAPTER THREE

When we arrived at the festival site, I said goodbye to French and thanked him. He had friends to meet there, and I sensed his usefulness to me had ended, I tried to find what I needed in the youthful innocent hardness of his body, but it was not there. I was just as anxious, just as unhappy as I had been with Adam. Happiness, if indeed that was what I was looking for, was neither to be found in the security of a husband, in the experienced touch of a supple-bodied lover, nor in the unspoiled enthusiasm of youth. I had to search on, further, further, until I found it. I walked the last hour, still a mile or two from the grounds because the cars were backed up and un-moving in an endless string that stretched in both directions as far as you could see. I walked past the unbroken ranks of cars, feeling a little uncomfortable in the thin fabric of my dress. I was aware that I was completely naked under it, and even more acutely aware of the heavy, unaccustomed bobble of my braless breasts. I walked with my arms folded across my chest, both shielding and supporting my half-naked tits. But, as I walked, I began to notice what was going on around me. Nudity didn't seem to be a very important consideration. Many, many of the girls I 55 saw were dressed in a fashion that was very similar to mine. And some were even completely naked, and not, apparently ashamed of it. They sat in the cars with their breasts dangling, or their skirts pulled up to their waist, airing their sweaty crotches. More than once I observed them fucking openly, in the back or front seats of the cars, with anywhere from one to four boys, without any apparent concern or embarrassment, I, of course, was shocked whenever I walked past a stalled car that served as a place for an orgy, and I averted my eyes, trying not to notice. But it was almost impossible not to, and it continued to happen with increasing frequency, the closer I got to the festival entrance. Perhaps it had something to do with the waiting. In the boredom, they simply resorted to fucking as a way of killing time. Without really wanting to, I found myself growing aroused. The girls were young and beautiful, the boys hard and virile. Whenever I saw a flash of cock sinking into a quivering snatch, or heard the unabashed groans of pleasure, I felt excited and a little cheated. I sensed that I had missed something very important with French, but I didn't know what. Perhaps it was an attitude towards sex, and I began to wonder whether anyone from my generation could ever really see or accept human sexuality with the same kind of honest, open, guiltless ease that boys and girls of French's generation did. If there was any kind of generation gap, it was in this area. I could see a crowd of people ahead, in the distance, and off to my right, the rolling hills and valleys were completely littered with humanity. As for as I could see, there was an endless sea of men, women, children, boys and girls. They stood, they 56 sat, they danced and jumped, obscuring the grass the way confetti covers over the dance floor at a New Year's Eve party. A million bobbing, bearded, longhaired heads. I reached the crowd and watched for a moment. The fence that had roped off the whole festival area was trampled down here, and everyone was waiting patiently their turn to enter the grounds illegally. Not having any money, I waited my turn in the group, and I climbed over the fallen fence. I was officially at my first rock festival. I still couldn't hear any music, although there was something that might have been a stage off in the distance. It was about a half a mile away. The area between was filled with laughter, shouting, talking, singing, records, radio noise, and small pockets of people making their own music. The air was heavy with a sharp, pungent smell, and I watched people passing around strangely shaped cigarettes. They sat on the ground, on blankets, on each other, on bedrolls and in tents. They ate food: sandwiches, fruit, raw carrots and candy. I saw one girl with a knapsack filled with nothing but bubble gum, and she was handing it out to everyoneJPeople were drinking wine, and I saw my first wineskin. A boy was holding it up to his bearded open mouth, squeezing into the leather pouch, and a thin purple stream of wine arced into his mouth. He offered the skin to me, but embarrassed, I declined. I walked on. I began to hear music, and I looked in the direction of the stage, The sound seemed to be coming from two huge towers on either side of the stage. The music was loud and harsh, full of static, but no one seemed to mind. No one, in fact seemed to be 57 paying very much attention to it. The music seemed nothing more than an excuse: a reason for attending. There was a great deal of open nudity, but I was past the point of being surprised or shocked. Naked men and women sat around in relaxed, non-sexual positions, and they reminded me of sun-bathers at a crowded beach. I found myself staring, however, furtively at first, but then more openly. They might treat nudity as commonplace, but I still found it exciting. Especially when the girl was fairly well-developed, with heavy pendulous tits or a very hairy, sexy-looking cunt. And when I came across a man who was really well-hung, or who had a harden, I felt myself sucking in my breath in an involuntary throb of excitement. Couples even made love out in the open, although, this did bring on some curious observers. They'd gather around in a small cluster, and watch and comment on technique or cock size or the way the girl was reacting. But no shock, no violence, no sudden uncontrollable surges of passion that would lead to rape. Just an open, honest curiosity and strangely frank admiration. I watched a black girl sucking a white boy's cock. She was on her knees, and he was lying flat under her. Her mouth was wrapped around his thick shaft almost to the base of his hairy belly, and behind her, fucking her in doggie-fashion, was a tall, muscular black man. I watched in awe, with my cunt dripping down my naked thighs, as his mighty, thick black shaft sunk in and out of her quivering cunt. Then, Just as he came, he pulled his long black cock from her cunt and placed it on her back, between the ebony cheeks of her ass. The black man began to 58 come. Thick, milky-white blobs of cream gushed from his rod, and sprayed all over her tensed, arched back. The moment she felt the sperm, she bent her mouth down the remaining length of the youthful white lad under her, and I could see her cheeks draw in. The boy hunched up hard into her, moaned, and I could see her throat bobbling up and down, as if she were swallowing something. Then I realized she was-his sperm! While I was watching them, the white boy was coming in the black girl's mouth. He was coming in her mouth! My heart beat rapidly in my chest, and I could feel my nipples getting hard under the thin fabric of my dress. My cunt lips quivered, and I had to press my thighs together to still the fluttering of pleasure that I felt in my clitoris. Something wet moved down my cunt, inside of me, "then outside, and it dripped down my thigh. "'S wild, ain't it"? someone said. I jumped. A flush rushed to my face. Someone saw me watching the sexual scene and, even though there was about twenty or so men and women watching with rne, I suddenly felt as though I were the one doing something immoral. My face burned as I turned towards the man who had spoken. "That's really something, isn't it?" he repeated. "I guess everybody should do his own thing." I stared at him, feeling the blood rushing to my ears. He was tall and thin aesthetic-looking, with soft brown shoulder-length hair. He was naked to the waist, and below it, he wore a ragged pair of faded Jeans. His feet were bare. I looked up again at his face, at his blue, blue eyes that seemed to be looking right through me. "I-I guess so," I muttered. His cheeks were hollow, and his beard and hair made him look almost Christ-like. His blue eyes burned like twin chunks of ice. "As long as it doesn't bother anybody," He laughed, a soft rippling sound that stole up from his thin, naked chest. "Well, I don't know about you, sister, but their doing their thing is really bothering me." He put his hand down and touched his crotch. I noticed for the first time a long thick throbbing harden pushing out the front of his jeans. He laughed again, touching himself through the pants. "Oh," I said, stupidly, blushing. I turned away from the boy next to me, and I looked at the couple in front of us. The black man had toppled back to the grass, but the black girl was still on her knees, sucking hard. Sperm dribbled from her tightly clamped mouth, like saliva oozing from between her lips. I could see that the white boy under her was almost in pain from coming, and he was begging her to release his cock. She did finally, and it fell from her purple lips, a broken deflated piece of flesh. "More!" the black girl shouted, licking the sperm from the boy's belly. "More . . . cockT The crowd began to laugh, and men began pushing each other, kiddingly, coaxing their friends to be the one to answer her request. Finally someone did, stripping off-his clothing, and he rushed to fuck her while she was still on her knees. "Wow," the tall thin man-boy next to me said. "Wow. That is really wild."

The man dropped down behind her and stabbed his cock into her cunt. The girl groaned loudly. I watched in fascination, breathing shallowly, and I jumped when the boy next to me touched my arm. "You going?" he asked. "I don't think I can stand much more of this without coming in my pants." He touched his cock again. What could I say? No, I'm not going; I'm going to stay and watch? It didn't seem to me that I had very much of a choice. Besides he was good-looking and I found myself thinking again and again of his cock. "I guess so," I said, feeling at ease with him, amazed slightly at the ease with which I was picked up. "I've seen enough." He smiled at me, but his blue eyes were cold on my sweaty flesh. "My name is Zachary. You can call me Zach." I fell in step next to him, looking up at him. "My name is Sally," I said, eliminating my last name. Somehow it no longer seemed appropriate. "Hi, Sally," he said. "You with somebody?" I shook my head. "No, I'm aJone." "You're a groovy-looking chick, you know that?" I blushed. "Thank you." I felt my nipples tingle from the sound of his voice, and I tried to cover them over by folding my arms. "Thanks." "You want to go to my tent?" he asked. "I'm with some people, but they're good people. You'll like them." A bit of the old morality came back to me, and I found myself thinking no. But, somehow, the parallel of going up to a man's apartment the first time you 61 met him just didn't work in this situation, in this environment. I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know. I guess so." "Good, man," he said, his voice barely audible. Tve got some really good grass there. We could do some if you want." Grass, I thought. Marijuana. He was talking about smoking marijuana, something I've never done. My stomach tensed, and something cold and heavy crawled up my spine. I knew I should run, but where to? Home? That didn't work anymore either^ I was in a whole new world, playing by a set of all new rules. "Okay," I answered. "I guess so." "Beautiful" It was so clean and simple, I thought, slightly amazed. Two minutes ago I didn't even know him. Now I was going to his tent to smoke marijuana with him. No wasted effort, no phony pretensions of roles. Just two people communicating directly with each other. It was a strange, new and exciting experience. We walked to Zach's tent. Inside, sitting on the grass and dirt floor were three young, bearded men. They were each sitting on the floor, legs crossed, and they were passing a cigarette between them. The same acrid, pungent odor filled the tent. "People," Zach said. "This is Sally. Sally, this is Lenny, Steve and Gino." I nodded and said a weak hello. "Hey, people could you do me a big favor? Why 62 don't you split for a while so that me and Sally can do a little grass … in private? Okay?" With almost no grumbling, the three got up and smiled benignly at me. Their eyes were glazed and there was a simple, almost stupid smile on their faces. The last one, a short blond youth with a scraggly yellow bead, the one called Gino, waved at me and said: "Everything is cool." I didn't know what he meant, and Fm not sure he did either. Zach slapped him on the back and told him he was a good man. When they were gone, Zach took me by the hand and led me to the middle of the tent. We sat down, facing each other, with our legs crossed. I felt anxious, and my mouth was dry. I licked my lips. "Ready?" Zach asked. I nodded. "Sure." He reached over and fished into the bedroll and removed three unevenly rolled joints from the folds of material. He placed two on the floor between us, and stuck the third between his lips. He lit a match and brought the flame up to the end of the twisted yellow paper. The paper burned, and Zach took one or two puffs. Then he drew heavily on it, and the end glowed brightly. The thick smell of the strong smoke filled my nostrils. "Wow," he said, sucking in air along with the smoke. He blinked twice, then handed the joint to me. I held it tentatively. My hand was shaking and I felt apprehension spreading up and down my spine. But I knew I couldn't turn back now. I was caught up in my own search for whatever it was I thought

I needed. Perhaps it would be in the brown, twisted weed of burning marijuana, I placed the joint between my lips. Fve never smoked it, but how to smoke was common knowledge. I've seen it done hundreds of times on television. I drew in deeply, taking a deep drag, sucking the powerful smoke deep into my lungs. I held my breath, keeping the smoke down. I handed, the joint back to Zach. He exhaled and blew out a thin blue haze of smoke, then took the joint from me and took another toke. The smoke was harsh and burning, and my lungs rebelled. I wanted to expell the smoke almost immediately, but I closed my mouth and nose, holding my breath until I felt something warm spreading out from my lungs. I felt light-headed, with tears welling up behind my eyes. Finally I expelled the smoke, gasping for air. Zach handed me the joint again, and I took my second drag. I watched how he did it, and this time I sucked in air with the smoke. The smoke went down deep and hard, like a solid mass, and my eyes began to tear. I could feel the smoke swirling around in my chest, and my hands began to tingle. By the time we had finished the first joint and were halfway into the second, I was completely and totally stoned. It was like nothing I've ever felt in my life. I felt light-headed and woozy, yet in no way did I feel sick or nauseous. I felt disassociated, as if my brain was located outside of my body, and I was looking in, at myself. I felt strangely giddy, and I had to fight back the growing need to giggle. But 64 mostly I felt calm and relaxed and strangely contented. "Man, Sally," Zach said. His voice seemed to be blipping in and out of my range of hearing, like someone was turning the sound on and off. "I am stoned. I am smashedF I began to giggle. His words seemed absurdly, wildly funny. It was the wildest thing I've every heard in my life. Except for my answer: "So am II" I screamed. We finished the joint, and I couldn't remember how many toes I had. I could feel words coming up my esophagus, like bubbles, popping from my mouth and floating across the room. Zach seemed to be floating, moving in slow motion. "Hey, Sally, you know what? I want to fuck you." The words came out slow and spaced and very far away. I didn't understand him. "What?" I asked, but slowly, like water dripping into my brain, the answer filled my thoughts. "Oh," I said, considering his proposal. "You want to fuck me?" "Yeah. You want to?" I didn't know. I couldn't pin my thoughts down long enough to decide. So I said: "All right," I watched calmly, unexcitedly, as Zach floated across the small space between us. His hands caressed my breasts, and I looked down and watched. Somewhere, deep inside of my body, I could feel the far away tingle of the caress. It made my cunt throb. "That's wild," I said, staring down. Zach had opened my dress and he was playing with my tits. The nipples were erect and long and pink, and T 65 watched, with excitement tapping at my brain, as he pinched them between his fingers. A deep spreading warmth burned down into my body from the end of my nipples. His hands caressed me softly, and cupped both my breasts like twin melons. I watched his fingers squeeze into my deep, soft flesh. Then I watched a hand, my hand, float across the space between us, and I touched his cock. "Wow, wow, wow," he moaned. His cock was hard and long and thick. He pushed it up into my hand. "That's wild, Sally. Wild!" I unzipped his zipper, and like a slow, sensually unwinding snake, Zach's cock slid from the open mouth of his parted jeans. I reached down and slowly wrapped my hand around it, finger by curling finger. After a moment, I felt the warmth and incredible heat of his enormous organ. I squeezed into the flesh hard, feeling the pulsing throb of blood rushing, filled the organ. A bubble of moisture oozed from the head of the cock, and I ran my finger over it, spreading the wetness across the smooth glans. "Lay down," Zach said. "I want to fuck you now." His hands opened my dress, then helped me off with it. I saw my stomach and my belly. The base of my groin, between my thighs, was covered with a thick, soft blonde growth of hair. I cupped it with, my palm and caressed it smoothly. The touch excited me, especially when I felt the lips opening, and a wetness oozed out against my finger tips. "Lay down," he repeated. He pushed me back, on the floor. "I want to fuck you, Sally." I stared up. Slowly, as if they were floating, Zach's 68 jeans slid down his legs and he stepped out of them. His cock stood rigidly away from his body, and I stared up at it in amazement. It had to be one of the longest cocks I've ever seen in my Me. His balls were heavy and full, covered with fine brown hairs. They swung slowly between his slender thighs, like two heavy weights. Zach came down between my open thighs, and I lifted my legs straight up. I reached down and touched his cock, pulling him towards me. His fingers moved against my cunt, opening the lips, preparing the entrance for his cock. My 'cunt made a sticky wet noise that surprised me. I hadn't realized how aroused I was. Then, as I thought seriously about it, I became aware of the deep, sensual burning that filled my aching body. "Fuck me!" I moaned, excited. "Please . . . juck mef His cock pushed between the flapping lips, and Zach's cock slid up inside of me. I could feel the lips of my cunt pulling apart, and the hollow between filling up with a long, thick hardness. I pushed against it, feeling pleasure, like a tide of water, washing against my cunt. "Ufa. . . . uhr I groaned. The pleasure of penetration was vividly intense. I stretched up and grasped my ankles, pulling my body nearly in half. I watched as Zach's cock dipped between the widely stretched lips and vanished into my cunt. "Oooohhh-hhT I watched the press of his cock pushing the lips of my cunt open. I could see wetness oozing from the tight mouth that was gripped around the shaft of his cock, and I watched the nub of my clit peeking out from the hood of flesh where the lips come to- 67 gether. Like a pump, or a heart, the clit was throbbing, and the vibrations it produced, shook down into my flesh, making my body quiver. Then I felt the pleasure. Almost abstracted, as if it were happening to another person, the cloud of pleasure floated down around my naked cunt, and broke open like an egg. "Fuck me!" I cried. "Harder! Deeper!" Far away, above me, I could hear Zach grunting. His mouth was saying something, moaning perhaps, but the words were floating away from my ears. I lifted my cunt and pressed it tightly against his crotch. I watched in amazement as the full length of his cock sunk between the lips of my cunt. His belly was pressed against my cunt. His balls were dangling against the cheeks of my ass. His cock was throbbing deep inside of me. I pulled back hard on my- ankles, bending my body in half. Zach was above me, driving down into my upturned cunt. My box was only inches away from my face, and I could see the hair on his belly intertwining into my blonde crotch hair. The raw sexual odor of my own cunt assailed my nostrils, and I could hear his cock sliding in and out of me, rubbing against my flesh. "Come!" Zach cried, in apparent amazement or surprise. "I'm gonna . . . come!" He bent over me, dropping his full body weight between my legs. His arms flopped over, past my head, and he stretched his hands down to the floor. Zach was arched over me, his cock in my cunt, his feet on one side of my body, his hands on the other. "I'm coming!" he shouted, still surprised. "I'm . . . coming!" I felt Ms cock open up. I felt his cock draw back, then buck forward. I felt something surging down the turgid length of his cock. Then it gushed from the open tip, like water leaking from an open hose. His balls tightened against my ass, and I could feel his muscles quivering. I could feel his orgasm, through his bodyl "God . . . I'm coming!" Still shock, still surprise, and just, perhaps, a trace of disappointment. "Coming …" I could feel every twitch, every throb, every pulse of his mighty, coming organ. I could feel the wetness, the deep, burning, hot wetness of his sperm, splashing into the sucking lining of my cunt, splattering against me, bubbling into my box, like foam or steam or lava. "Noooo!" I heard someone cry. Then I realized it was my voice. "Not yet! Don't come yet . . . pleaser My voice sounded desperate, and I fought through the numbing fog of the marijuana to try and understand why. Then I remembered that I hadn't come yet. It simply hadn't occurred to me that I should have been thinking about coming. I seemed to have gotten deeply involved in the sensations of fucking, and coming hadn't even entered my mind. Bu,t now I remembered it, and I thought about it. I judged my body. I was hot, very hot. And excited. My cunt ached, and my breasts were tender. I realized I was building towards an orgasm, but it was slipping away just as the hardness of Zach's deflating cock was slipping away from me. "No!" I cried, consciously joining in. "Not yet . . . Nor But it was too late, and Zach's mighty cock had shrivelled into a wet and limp and useless piece of soft flesh. It plopped from my cunt, and he held It between his fingers. Thick milky strings of sperm dripped from his cupped hand; I looked up at him. His soft bearded face seemed framed between my open, extended thighs and soft, oozing come-filled cunt. "No, please!" I cried. I could almost taste the closeness of my orgasm in my mouth. It tasted bitter and frustrated. "Please … I gotta come! Pleasef Zach looked down. It was obvious that he was in pain, perhaps ashamed at his own selfishness. And for a strangely sympathetic, schizophrenic moment, I felt sorry for him. Til get … help!" he said. He floated up and away. For a long time I was alone. I touched my cunt, straining my feet towards the roof of the tent, and I buried two fingers in my cunt, one from each hand. My cunt was a swirling puddle of hot come and sexual excitement, and I sunk the fingers in as deeply as I could. They felt like wiggling worms in my belly. "It's not enough!" I cried, talking to myself, feeling the orgasm floating away, like a helium balloon caught in a breeze. "It's not . . . enough!" I heard noises and I saw faces. For a moment I couldn't understand what they were saying or who they were. Then I recognized them. It was Zach's three friends. They were back in the tent and they were naked. "Wow!" one of the three said. "Look at her go!" They were talking about me, I realized. Then I remembered my position: completely naked, on the 70 floor, with my legs straight up in the air, and my hands buried in my oozing, come-gooey cunt. I felt no shame, no embarrassment, no intimidation. All I felt was passion. "Fuck me!" I moaned. I pulled my hands from my cunt, and I felt Zach's sperm dripping from my fingers, spilling against my aching pussy. "Please, help me! Somebody, please . . . fuck meF "With pleasure!" a thick-chested, dark-haired one said. His body was milk white, and he had the darkest, blackest hair I've ever seen. Like his short thick body, his cock was a wide, blunted weapon. He moved towards me with it, carrying it to me with both his hands. He said again: "With pleasure!" He dropped onto me, pushing my hands away from between my straining thighs. My cunt was wet and lubricated with the sticky discharge of Zach's come, and his thick, powerful cock spread me open like a vise. I felt him deep in my belly, stroking himself through Zach's sperm. "I'm gonna come!" I realized. Like Zach, it had sneaked suddenly upon me. I pushed .my cunt up against the driving cudgel-like cock. "I'm gonna come . •. ." I pressed up hard, and he ground down deep and powerfully, I felt someone behind me, grasp my ankles, and he pulled me in half, pulling my feet behind my head and anchoring them to the floor on the tent My body was completely bent in half, and my cunt was at a ninety-degree angle, above me. And he was fucking straight down, into me. I began to come. I felt my body lift from the ground and soar u|· into the air, through the driving cock, through the body pressing me down, through 71 the roof of the tent, high above the festival site, and I crashed into the moon. Colors flashed all around me, and for the first time in my life, I could taste the fibrous texture of my own orgasm. It rang deep and powerfully in my ears, like some great tolling bell that I was a part of. Then my body crumbled into a billion quivering pieces of raw flesh. Tm coming!" ^the one fucking me grunted. His cock went berserk in my cunt, and I thought he was trying to screw me to the ground. In a solid, thick stream, gushing out with all the force and pressure of a firehose, his cock opened up and jetted his come into my cunt. I could feel his hot gush mixing with the cold puddle of Zach's, Then he screamed it again, as if anyone had failed to hear him: "Tm coming!" He dismounted, and before I had completely returned from my voyage to the moon, someone else had taken his place in my overflowing cunt. It was the blond one called Gino. His cock was a different size, and I felt it fill my cunt in an excitingly different way. He began to fuck me, and when he came, I did again also. Only this time it was better, longer, harder, higher, further and more intense. My mind went away from my body, and for a very long while it didn't return. When it did, Gino was gone, and there was a different cock in my cunt. A longer, thicker, harder one. I coulJ hear him splashing into my gushing box, driving the shaft of his cock through the deposits of three separate cocks and three separate comes. Not to mention mine. And I was not surprised when he began to come, that I began to come again. I could hear my cunt making a deep, sucking noise, like an overflowing 72 drain. I could feel his hot sperm oozing from my swollen cunt and dripping down my ass. I felt someone behind me change places with the person holding my legs down. New hands gripped my ankles. Then a new cock throbbed into my cunt I don't know whether this new cock came, for my mind went away somewhere, and did not return for a very, very long time. And when it did, there was someone on top of me, in my cunt, that I never saw before in my life. After him there were three others. I was sore and I ached, and I was tired of coming. But I couldn't make up my mind. It was hard to tell if they were raping me or being nice to me. I think I passed out after a while.