(Hi. All your lovely feedback on my last post inspired me to share my wild party weekend with you. This all literally happened days ago. And yeah this one is SUPER long too. Tbf it could have been way way longer but I did my best to keep it sexy for you. I’ll pick a shorter story from the past if I post again lol)

There’s a big racecar race they do every year in Indiana. It’s called the Indy 500, and it’s one of the biggest annual sporting events in the world. Over 300,000 people come every year from all over the parts of the USA you forget exist. It’s NOT Nascar. In fact it’s considered very offensive in their culture to even compare the two. It’s an important distinction because Nascars look like cars, and Indy cars look like a child’s drawing of a car. I’m told Indy cars are the fastest cars in the world when judged according to specific criteria that excludes all the faster cars.

Anyway, I went to college so I didn’t know any of this. But I’d been talking to a nice young man named Cody who seemed interested in putting his penis into my various openings and this nice young man was also a big fan of this particular race. He told me a lot about it, because men cluelessly ramble about the dumbest shit and you just have to go along with it. He said he’d gone every year since he was a little kid. We were very much in the “talking” stage of the courting ritual and hadn’t met in person yet, so I think his invitation to go with him was more gesture than serious offer, but I love spontaneous adventures so to his surprise I accepted.

Every year they rent a recreational vehicle and drive there to camp for the weekend, and if you’re intrigued by the use of the word “they” instead of “he” you’re already ahead of curve. You see this annual communion was not one of solitary reflection but one of intense sociality. Meaning there were eight people jammed into this RV. He invited me on Tuesday and we left on Thursday so it did all happen very quickly, but even so he seemed naive to the optics of the situation. Some might say I’m just a bit “out of his league” (which has never been a big deal to me. Beautiful men are often the least interesting men to fuck imo. My friends have a running joke that it’s a waste whenever I end up with conventionally sexy men because I don’t really care.) I would have gladly come up with a backstory or pretended to be his loving girlfriend or whatever he wanted, but we had no such discussion. I thrive on discomfort and social tension so it was not a problem to me, dare I call it titillating, but he seemed dismayed when I forwardly told everyone that we’d only met that day and they definitely all thought I was a hooker. It was awkward in the beginning but I’m fun to talk to, so I broke through and won everyone over fairly quickly, but Cody’s ego was bruised and it put him in a mood.

I hadn’t brought any drugs with me since we were going to Indiana and I’m pretty sure the punishment for possession in that state is death by firing squad. But we did have many many many cases of beer which we drank while sitting on couches and beds with no seatbelts in a moving vehicle, which seems unsafe and questionably legal to me but luckily no one asked me.

At one point I tried to get a little handsy with Cody and he physically pushed me off him, I think harder than he meant. It was an awkward record-scratch moment. I was slightly irritated by the rejection and leaned away from him back onto the fold-up couch/table/bed/cabinet I was sitting on and in retribution cast “the look” around the room. Specifically the look that says “I am obviously horny however my intended sexual partner has lost my favor and so if you’re interested in being the lucky collateral recipient of my lust you should hold my gaze and smile ever-so-slightly, and we can discuss our options shortly when a moment presents itself.” That look.

Most of the group became very interested in their phones or beer labels or the nothing outside the window to hide from the tension, but Quinn met my eyes just long enough to effectively communicate “I’m intrigued by this offer and would like to formally submit my name for sexual consideration”. Quinn is not getting an introduction because I gotta keep this moving. He was a guy in an RV going to Indiana. I’m sure whatever you’re picturing is close enough.

The tension passed and we drank the time away until we finally arrived at the “campsite”. I put that word in quotes to suggest it is the wrong word because it is the wrong word. In reality it was one of many massive fields each of which contained dozens and dozens of RVs of all sizes lined up along makeshift roads in the grass. Many people were grilling and playing lawn games, many had huge speakers. Some people were curating a party, some people were just hanging out. It was like a frat boy refugee camp. White people in shorts as far as the eye could see.

It turns out we were merely one of several chapters of a larger clan and all of our campers convened to form a sort of half circled wagon camp. There were like 20 or 30 of us, I believe Cody’s relatives and various family friends but it literally didn’t matter to me at all so I didn’t keep notes. Everyone was nice, Cody warmed back up to me.

At one point after dark Quinn went to the porta-potties and I sprang up to follow him because I had a contract to make good on. I stalked him for some ways before I leaped onto his back and pulled him down to the ground between someone else’s campers and passionately pressed my mouth on his. He panicked for a split second, but the switch quickly flipped and he grabbed me hard by the hair and kissed me back before throwing me off him onto my back and rolling on top of me and we both slid our shorts down still connected at the lips.

Generators were buzzing next to us and I smelled gasoline while his tongue swam around my mouth then suddenly his cock was inside me too. I hadn’t even realized how wet I was, but he slipped all the way in on the first thrust and I gasped and moaned even though there were people all around. He pounded away fast and hard, and I knew this wouldn’t take long. I still intended to fuck Cody later and suspected him finding my pussy dripping with someone else’s cum would not help his mood, so I told Quinn not to cum in me. And not a moment too soon because the very second I said it he pulled out and and in a flash he was squatting over me stuffing his cock down into my mouth which immediately fed me a generous dose of cum. I always feel like the pull-out-of-my-pussy-to-cum-in-my-mouth thing is a bit porny, because you’re almost definitely going to get cum in my hair, which is a great way to make me hate you, and also it makes me feel like a gerbil drinking out of one of those water bottle things which is weird. But he did a good job and put every drop in my mouth so I swallowed it all down to my tummy like a good little gerbil.

He immediately dropped my head to fall back into the grass which was rude until I realized it was because we had an audience. It was a middle aged guy, probably 40s, beer in hand staring at us. I was terrified for a moment because it’s Indiana and I thought this might be grounds for a lynching. Quinn, my knight in shining armor, was out of there faster than he’d gotten his cock in my mouth and left me there on the ground. I tried my best to follow but I was in a compromised position, and as I fumbled with my pants the guy called out asking if I was okay. As I got my feet I realized he was concerned about the consensuality of this encounter which was a relief so I told them I was fine and he was welcome for the show. The guy laughed and expressed relief I was just a “wild girl”.

Maybe it was the adrenaline or maybe it was the magical camaraderie of Indycar racing, but soon I was sitting at his camp, drinking and laughing with this guy who had just caught me fucking my date’s cousin on the ground behind his camper. His name was Tom and there were a couple other men there as well as this random pretty girl who looked about my age that I eventually learned was his wife. The idea of this older guy having a young sexy wife turned me on, I think because it implied they were both a bit devious. He definitely wasn’t rich. He asked me if I wanted to shoot his guns, and my big-gay-godless-liberal-city brain thought he meant right then and there. He laughed and said later that weekend, so we exchanged info and he put me in his phone as “wild girl” and then I left bc Cody texted asking where tf I was. I didn’t really care about his feelings but I did need him to like me enough to not leave me in Indianapolis at the end of the weekend or murder me or whatever.

I went back and debauchery continued until we all went to bed for the night. Idk if you’ve ever slept in an RV but privacy is non-existent. When anyone so much as turns in their sleep the whole vehicle rocks. My and Cody’s bed had a little privacy curtain that impressively provided zero privacy and even if it did you could still hear every breath and feel every move.

Cody’s moodiness had mellowed, and he enjoyed the little show I gave him taking off all my clothes in our cramped bunk. There was one married couple who got the “bedroom” in the back (they fucking hated each other too this is already way too long but their fights were iconic) and the rest of our group was men so I pictured all the other guys listening as Cody and I messed around. We tried to be silent which resulted in an extra teasy affair. He masturbated slowly while he squeezed and touched me wherever he wanted, then we both stroked him together. We tried sex but it was impossible without being loud so it just ended up me straddling him with his cock deep inside me not moving as he squirmed. I enjoyed his frustration and I stayed like that for a while while I kissed him and fed him my tits. Eventually I got off and blew him and it was definitely not silent but we had to make him cum somehow. I swallowed my second load of the day and drifted off to sleep imagining it mixing with Quinn’s in my belly, who was surely listening to us, mere feet away.

The next day was weird because it stormed. RVs fucking suck when you have to stay inside them. But the campsite sex gods were on our side because two other RVs became the spot where everyone was hanging out so Cody and I were able to have some privacy in ours and have a good proper fuck. It was fun, I had him cum inside me because that’s where I like it (which is not a fetish btw, the biological function of sex is to get semen into the vagina. Liking cum ANYWHERE ELSE is a fetish) and then he cleaned me up in the tiny shower which was cute. You have to conserve water, so he’d spray me, scoop some cum out of my pussy with his fingers then spray some more. Everyone gave us our space too, I think after the previous night it was pretty clear we wanted our alone time.

The storms got really bad later in the night, which was cool because I was sure we were going to die. We just hung out in there and talked and had our first actual datey time. We cleared the air and laughed about our weird introduction to his friends which was good. And the impending threat of death helped things get deep quickly. It was surprisingly romantic, enough so that I feared him catching feelings so we stopped talking and just fucked some more. By the time everyone came back for the night we were both happily satisfied so no sneaky quiet sex that night.

The next day was very nice out and the campgrounds were lively. We started drinking early and chatted up our neighbors and whatnot. People piled all their beer cans in front of their camps so you knew who was partying. At one point I was indoctrinated into a seemingly political movement and it briefly became my life’s mission to convince strangers that Penske was a cheater. I did not know who Penske was nor how he cheated, but that was irrelevant.

Then I got a call from Tom asking if I still wanted to shoot guns which I’d forgotten about. I said I did and he met me with his big pickup truck with his hot younger wife and they whisked me away. Apparently they’d just been visiting friends at the campsite because he had a house in a field about thirty minutes away. It was a bit nerve wracking, the recklessness of hopping into a stranger’s car to go to an unknown location in a strange state without telling the borderline strangers I was traveling with was not lost on me. And of course I didn’t tell Cody, so when he texted asking where I was I just gave vague directions like “to the left of the porta-potties” or “I’m by the row of big RVs with the generators”, “I can see the racetrack” stuff like that. If Tom had murdered me he would have 100% gotten away with it.

Tom was very flirty and clearly wanted me to be impressed by his guns. It didn’t do a lot for me honestly, they all just went BOOM and hurt my ears, but I know hot girls shooting guns is a big thing for these guys so I played along for a while. He kept pulling out bigger and bigger guns that used scarier and scarier bullets. He did the classic correct-my-form thing men do where he stood behind me and put my arms where they were supposed to go while not so subtly pressing his crotch into my ass. Eventually I decided no dick was worth going deaf over so I told him the guns made me so horny that I just couldn’t stand it anymore, and he really ate that up. Men are so silly.

His wife hadn’t been shooting with us, but when we came in she said she was going to give us time to get to know each other, which removed any doubt about what this was. He laid me down in the bedroom and revealed a remarkably large cock. He was in no hurry and let me hold it and give it little kisses and stuff like that. He liked me telling him how big it was. After a bit he spread my legs open and gave my pussy one big lick, I guess just to taste me. Then he asked if I was ready and slowly pushed into me. It took some effort from both of us, but he got that thing all the way in there. After he warmed me up he called his wife in and we had a grand ol’ time. I kind of pity that girl, I like a big boy every now and again but having that as your daily driver seems like it would be exhausting. It was a pretty straight-girl threesome, me and the wife didn’t interact much, he mostly just went back and forth between us. Tbh she wasn’t super into it, she was a good sport and all, but I suspected this arrangement was more about reducing her workload than her kinkiness. He fucked us both every which way and I kindly requested that his big cock cum inside me and she didn’t seem thrilled about that but I guess he was the boss because when he felt good and ready he obliged me. I got a fun little quip in about it being okay because I’m from a baby killing state, which I thought was pretty funny but they didn’t laugh. Comedy is subjective I suppose. They generously let me clean up in a real bathroom before Tom drove me back and sorta just let me out of the truck on a corner like a pet you’re trying to get rid of.

I’m going to make that the end of the story. I’d love to write forever but it has to end somewhere and nothing else too crazy nor conclusive happened. Cody seemed annoyed I was gone for so long but not enough to abandon or murder me about it. Quinn got really drunk and begged me for more sex which I denied. Cody and I fucked more in the RV, I think everyone just accepted it was happening. The next day they almost canceled the race, but they didn’t and it was kind of boring. There were like 9 national anthems. You couldn’t follow the race without watching the TVs so I didn’t really get the point of being there. The seats were very uncomfortable. The track was very big. It took like 400 hours to drive out afterwards. Everyone was smelly. As of dropping me off, Cody didn’t know I fucked anyone else. He’s texted me a couple times since we got back and I haven’t answered. I can’t decide if I want to see him again or just have that be a random one off adventure. I haven’t heard from Tom and I never figured out why he has a hot young wife (no, it’s not his dick. No one marries a guy bc he has a big dick). I’m sure there’s other loose ends I forgot about but I know you don’t care anyway. THE END.