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Maggie's Wet Dreams Ch. 6
🕑 Added 2023-05-31 19:14:18 +0000 UTCMaggie’s Wet Dreams
Chapter 6 – Concert Chaos
Now, growing up I’ve always been a bit of an introvert, tomboy with oversized hoodies, baggie cargo shorts and hats to hide my body, never really going out except over to my friends’ houses to game and sit around. My family raised me to be a good little Christian girl that was pure and innocent and to never think about sex. My life was basically school, friends and church, except for one little thing you wouldn’t have ever expected.
I loved going to concerts, it started out with innocent pop bands that my sister would take me to at outdoor concerts. Some no names that sounded good, but just got me nervous and excited being around so many people. Eventually with my guy friends, I started getting into alternative and heavier stuff that my parents didn’t really know about, but they were always around to look after me and protect me like big brothers, so my parents didn’t care as long as they knew they were close by.
It wasn’t until one Warped Tour that I really started learning about mosh pits and crowd surfing. I would see my friends laugh at girls going up on the crowds in short shorts, loose tops and skirts, wondering what they were expecting wearing such little clothes and being carried by the hands of tons of random strangers. I didn’t know if they thought the girls were pathetic or the idea turned them on, but I knew when I first saw it, I didn’t know how I felt about it at first.
The first time I was turned on, I saw a girl raised up by a bunch of big, burly guys, she was only wearing a tank top and a skirt. Her flip flops were gone in no time, kicked off and she was bare feet and I almost felt bad for her, her skirt flipping every which way revealing a thong underneath and her top getting pulled back and forth showing this flimsy neon bra. I couldn’t imagine having hands all over me, being exposed like she was with no control at all in which direction or how she was being touched.
That day I excused myself to the bathroom feeling a bit overwhelmed. Just turned 18, my friends took me out to the concert as a way to celebrate, still not really witnessing anything sexual in person till that very moment and when I walked in to the bathroom, that changed very quickly.
I walked in to see two girls going at it, hands on bare breasts, and down shorts, there was a line and people were walking past like it wasn’t a big deal. I was the only one who stopped and watched and when I made eye contact with one of the girls. All I could do was just blush, turn around and walk out. If the girl crowd surfing didn’t change me enough, the scene there was pretty intense as well, and something I would never forget to this day, and something I never told anyone about either, not even my friends when I came back to find them.
But, all of that is real and my dream, well, that’s what I really want to talk about.
I had this dream a few days before the concert at school, at the university I went to, they had spirit week and one of the days was a free concert you could go to. They usually held it inside, but this year they decided to hold it on one of the lawns between the classroom buildings because of some event happening in the arena. This time around though, my friends couldn’t come because they didn’t go to the same school as me, actually since I started going to college and 2 of them left and only the other two stuck around too busy between school and their new girlfriends, I became kind of a loner.
That didn’t really stop me though, it was something about concerts and being around so many people that was urging me to go. I showed up in my usual armor, my black hoodie, green cargo shorts, chucks and hat, although since I started writing and thinking such dirty thoughts, I rarely wore panties and a bra. Only being a B-cup and my breasts still being young and firm, I kind of like the freedom to go unrestrained. It wasn’t like anyone was going to see anything under so many of the comfy, warm layers I wore over my bare body.
When I got to the concert, it seemed I had arrived late, the party was in full swing, packed with people, fencing surrounding the grass area to allow people to still walk on the sidewalks to class close by. I walked to the back, not too far away but feeling like some distance, being as short as I am though, it was a little hard to see and I usually feel intimidated by anyone who is taller than me, which is usually everyone when you are only 5’3”.
Usually in crowds, I would have just stayed back, been a wallflower, enjoyed the fresh air, the sound of the band not even coming close to all of the people, but this time, something drew me in. I walked in, squeezing between hot, sweaty bodies. Hands, arms, chests and butts, of both genders brushing against me and vice versa, for a second thinking that one or two was on purpose but couldn’t tell the accidental from the random grope. I didn’t make it barely half way in before giving up and feeling like I was surrounded by a wall of people, not being able to see much of the stage or band at this point.
“Hey do you want up?”
I had no idea what he said, “um what?”
Everyone was so loud and the music was blaring, I doubt he heard what I said and the next thing I knew I was being lifted off of the ground and into the air, my hat falling off of my head.
All I could think was, “oh my god, I’m crowd surfing! Oh my god! Oh my god! I’m crowd surfing!” or was I yelling that…
Hands were on my legs and back and it wasn’t that bad, but as I was moved across the crowd and literally flung to another group who caught me, hands were all over the front of my body as I flipped over. Hands landed on my breasts, stomach and thighs, places no one else had really touched before and now random strangers were touching me all over. I was tossed again, thankful for my thick, protective layers of clothes, but they soon felt less protective as I felt a hand accidentally slip under and touch my bare back.
Somehow at one point, there was a huge gap between groups, not like a crater, but a few feet and I was thrown from one side to the other, the group of guys cheering for the catch, but nearly dropped me to the ground. I was grabbed by my hoodie which went up and over my head, blocking my view and making me feel suffocated. Out of instinct I pushed it up off of my head and off of my body, my favorite hoodie vanishing into the crowd.
A drop of water splashed onto my face and I thought it was sweat, but out of nowhere I looked up to see dark clouds had formed over the concert. Water coming down, a storm that suddenly started from nothing, typical for Florida. The crowd was getting drenched, but as locals were, no one batted an eye and just continued to enjoy the festivities more than ever now that the heat was no longer an issue.
I found myself in a different dilemma though, as my shirt began to get wet and started to stick to my body, my true shape started to show through my baggy shirt and the fact that I was indeed braless. As the wet material clung to my body, I felt more sensitive as if I was topless, the wetness and the heat off of the hands on my chest, felt like they were touching my bare skin.
My skin became slick, hard to hold onto from the rain, hands travelled up my hairless thighs and into the leg holes of my shorts coming very close to more intimate places, a few made their way up to my bare ass and I wondered if everyone knew that I wasn’t wearing any underwear.
I would reach down occasionally to pull my shirt back down over my stomach as the material became heavy from being so wet, I worried that like my hoodie, it would be pulled off and I would be exposed, but it wasn’t my shirt it seemed I needed to worry about, but my shorts. What happened next felt like no accident or misunderstanding as I felt the button of my shorts being fumbled with and undone, the feeling of release around my waist scared me that my hips were no longer holding my shorts up and a thick zipper the only thing keeping them from being pulled down.
With a quick pull, the little traitor had no loyalty to keep its owner covered and now nothing was keeping my poor cargo shorts in place. There was no way to grab for them either, every time I reached down, I was moved around again, my back arched, my orientation suddenly spun around. When they finally were taken, it wasn’t gently, they were ripped from me, taking my left shoe along with it, and like my hoodie before that, both vanished into the crowd and I continued now half naked.
At this point I wasn’t sure how long I had been crowd surfing, seconds felt like minutes and minutes, well not hours but long enough that I wondered how much of the concert had passed or if this was barely a song or two.
I tried to reach down to protect my private parts both from view and touch, but there was no helping it, all pleas fell on deaf ears as the cheers and music were too loud. I was too close to the center for anyone else to really see what was going on and a few people had come in bikinis, so for all people knew, I was in a thin bikini that they just couldn’t make out.
The rain came harder, the band played louder and I couldn’t see anything being drenched in the rain. Hands now groping my bare ass as I passed over people, fingers trying to find their way inside of me, skimming my bare lips, roughly pushing pass my clit. Sometimes I would feel my legs go wide and felt so embarrassed as my lips parted completely exposing me in ways, I couldn’t even imagine to people under me.
The worst part was, I could feel myself starting to get aroused by the whole thing, it was the only way my brain could perceive any of it, being so humiliated, teased and touched, I began to get lost into the feelings and thoughts of lust all around me. I didn’t even realize that my shirt had gotten taken till I felt the rain on my bare breasts, beating down on my never been seen or touched breasts. Except for one black, low top chuck on my left foot, I was completely naked.
With all my clothes gone, the crowd now saw this as permission to do whatever they wanted to me. Hands groped at every inch of my body, at a few points I felt myself held by my wrists and ankles, spread eagle for all to have their way with me, fingers probed both my pussy and ass, my nipples were pulled and twisted as roughly as my short hair was.
“Oh shit!” at one point I felt a mouth go full on start eating me out with cheers going on all around, all I could see were murky figures as I was drenched by the rain with no way to wipe away the water from my face.
At some point I was lowered to the ground, my legs a shaky mess couldn’t keep me standing and I feel onto my hands and knees. I looked up and around, my vision still murky to see if I could find any of my clothes to cover me and as I wiped away the water from my eyes, I was met with the sight of a cock just dangling right in front of my face.
A hand gripped the back of my head, wrapping its fingers through my hair and pulling me forward, I tried to close my mouth but the tip made it pass before I could, “suck it slut,” was what I thought I heard him say.
Hands gripped my hips before the cock in my mouth had even slipped all the way in, another plunged deep inside of my pussy with no restraint. The action shoved me forward and I felt my face pressed against the guy’s stomach in front of me, his cock just barely pushing into my throat. I wasn’t sure if I was more humiliated, disgusted or turned on at that moment.
Here I was, a shy little tomboy, naked, surrounded by a group of college strangers, on her hands and knees in the wet grass and mud being fucked by two guys whose faces I had yet to see. Every time I tried to look up either the rain would get in my eyes or the grip of the guy fucking my mouth would tighten around my hair stopping me from looking. With a few thrusts from behind I felt the guy tighten his grip on my hips, painfully so and start shooting his load inside of me. It felt warm in comparison to the cold rain, spreading through my pussy and into my stomach.
When I felt the cock in my mouth start to twitch the same, I dreaded having to taste the cum. I heard girls talk about how college guy’s cum tasted so bitter and bad. I braced myself for the taste but just as I got just a bit of saltiness he pulled out and started blasting it all over my face. Between the rain and the sudden shot in my face I gasped for air but one cock was quickly replaced by another both in front of me and behind without giving me a moment to catch my breath.
“Oh fuck,” one said, a sound of high fives in the air and childish grunting as they both fucked me, cheers eruption, but just as fast as they started, they quickly deposited their load and pulled out not building my own pleasure one bit.
A smaller hand grabbed me by my hair, some of the cum from the first guy had slightly washed off from the rain, but there was still some blocking my view over my left eye. I was pulled forwarded and reluctantly opened my mouth for the next cock to use me, but found nothing. I nearly fell over forwards as I was pulled more to find a patch of hair in my face but no dick still. Hands gripped at both sides of my head and pulled me in deeper, a pussy began rubbing all over my mouth.
“Yeah!” I couldn’t tell if these were cheers for what this random girl was doing to me or for the concert going on.
I tried to lick, thinking that as soon as she would cum, she would stop, not even thinking about what was going to come next afterwards. The strange part was, it didn’t even seem like she was trying to get off, she was just rubbing her pussy all over my face and nothing more.
When she let go, I felt her hands on my cheeks, a deep kiss of the lips and disgusting lick of my face, “mmmmm, delicious little slut,” and she was gone.
For a moment there was nothing, I tried to crawl away with what little strength I had, my knees digging into the grass, fingers into the mud, then I felt hands back on my hips and knew I was about to get fucked again.
“Oh god!” I was lifted by my hips like a little girl, which I was, but this made me feel like I was nothing more than a child being lifted by a parent.
I was on display for all, I looked up to see a group circling watching me, while the rest were still watching the concert, I couldn’t see behind me but could look down and see just massive hands on my hips holding me up into the air. That’s until I could feel the tip rub up against my pussy and I couldn’t imagine how big it could have possibly been or how it was going to fit inside of me. That’s when I felt it move and slip between my ass cheeks.
“Oh god no, you’re going to break me in two, there is no way that’s going in there,” my words probably fell on deaf ears.
I grit my teeth and shut my eyes tight, the feeling of the tip piercing my ass felt like my hole was on fire, like I was going to break apart, I couldn’t even tell when the tip had gone in. That’s when I felt hands grab my ankles and lift them up in the air, another cock joined in feeling just as big and started penetrating my pussy. I was sandwiched between two large guys, their cocks filling my holes completely.
In and out they went, sometimes at the same time, sometimes one would go in and the other out, it was the most intense when they came in together. I could almost feel them rubbing together inside of me when they did that and made me feel the fullest. When they came in one at a time, I felt like my insides were being tossed back and forth. But for the first time since this all started, I started to feel my orgasm build.
It was all I could think of with my eyes closed, I was too scared to open them, too afraid to look around and see everyone watching me being used like some willing slut between too giant guys fucking me for all they were worth. At least if people knew this wasn’t my choice from the start, that I had been stripped and put in this position it would have been something different, but it looked like I asked for this. I was just some naked freshman being fucked by guy after guy without fighting back or saying a word.
A hand let go of my left ankle and made its way around my throat, squeezing it just slightly, I opened my eyes in shock to see a guy that looked kind of familiar. Erick? Erin? I couldn’t remember, he looked familiar but I could picture where from…maybe from my math class? Maybe he was the guy that sat in the back of my lit class and slept through it, I couldn’t remember and it was hard to think now that he was fucking me harder and faster than before.
“Jesus Christ,” it felt like was being fucked by a jack hammer and possibly just as thick.
His gripped tightened and I could only assume he was getting closer to cumming as well. I had never been one to try choking, but something in me was adding pleasure to his fucking with his hand around my neck. I had almost forgotten the guy behind me if it wasn’t for his hands suddenly reaching around and roughly groping my breasts, but that was nothing compared to the hand around my throat.
A loud grunt came out his mouth, his pace never slowing, even when he started to cum, it was like he was trying to pump all the cock from his balls into me and push it all into my womb and leave nothing out. The guy behind who started this whole display was just as close although he shoved his cock in as far as it would go and released everything, he had filled my bowels completely. I was on the verge, just needing the littlest of push to orgasm myself, but it just wasn’t there.
Both cocks pulled out, I moaned in disappointment feeling empty, and was laid onto the ground, I thought I would feel all of their hot cum start leaking out of me but only a little stream started to come out. I thought that was it, that at the very least the show was over and they were going to leave me alone, but hands found their way to my body and I was once again lifted over the crowd.
I was once again tossed around the top of the crowd, only wearing a shoe, hands teasing and torturing me once again. Groping my bare skin, my nipples more sensitive than ever, my pussy as well. I was tossed, passed along, sometimes stopped to be teased and fingered, but still nowhere close to finding relief. Every time I would get close, from a random fingering me viciously or tenderly rubbing my clit, ramming fingers into my ass at the same time or massaging my nipples, I’d get pushed along the way and away from the pleasure.
At some point, I couldn’t take it anymore and my hands found my own breasts, I didn’t care which way I got tossed or who was touching me or watching me, how exposed I was, I just started playing with myself, blocking out the rest of the world. I shut my eyes and the music got louder as I began to finger my own pussy for all that I was worth, it wasn’t fair, everyone else got pleasure and got to cum, why couldn’t I?!?!
I could no longer feel the hands, it just felt like I was floating in the air, nothing mattered more to me now than finally being able to cum. Louder the music got, closer my orgasm was and like I was lifted onto my feet, my orgasm about to ebb, I felt myself standing.
Legs spread, two fingers of my right hand fucking my pussy for all it was worth, my left mauling at my breasts and then suddenly around my throat choking myself, trying to feel like I did when that guy did it. I could see flashes of light beyond my closed eye lids, the floor vibrating underneath my bare foot, no longer grass or mud but a solid floor.
I opened my eyes to find myself on stage, the whole crowd watching me as my orgasm exploded. My mouth gaped open, there was no stopping it, no hiding from all the eyes and phones watching me, it sent my mind and body into a world of shame and exposure I couldn’t imagine, an orgasm that was being built up and denied for God knows how long during this concert. I came so hard that I started to gush onto the stage.
My legs gave out and I fell to my ass, legs still sprawled out, fingers with a mind of their own furiously rubbing my clit, gushing not only my juices, but what must have been all the cum shot into both my ass and pussy. It took everything I had not to lose consciousness with the air feeling so thin and trying to keep up with how fast my heart was beating.
“Nice one girly,” one of the guys in the bend bent over me looking down, “never had a fan orgasm for me before.”
I did my best to turn over to my knees and hands, not caring about the view I was giving to every one of my ass and pussy and crawled off the stage. When I finally got to the stairs, I made my way down not knowing what to do. My clothes vanished, along with everything that was in my shorts and even my hoodie. I saw a jacket behind the stage, leapt to my feet and grabbed it, putting it on and on wobbly legs started walking.
I got a lot of weird looks walking around, wasn’t sure if it was because of the oversized jacket, the fact I was wearing one shoe or they noticed the cum leaking down my legs knowing exactly what it was. I waited for the concert to finally come to an end so I could walk back and try to find my stuff, only to be met by an angry stage hand who wanted his jacket back.
“It’s a little too big for you and I need it for the rest of the tour,” he had his hand out.
I looked over at the grass not seeing any of my stuff, just a bunch of trash around the lawn.
“Please, I don’t have anything on underneath…” I said embarrassed, not able to look him in the eyes.
“Prove it,” was all he managed to say, no mercy in his voice.
I pulled the zipper down slowly, revealing the skin between my breasts, the obvious fact I was wearing nothing underneath. It was more embarrassing than being stripped, since I was doing it to myself. When I got to the bottom and the zipper came undone, everything was on display. He reached forward and moved the jacket wider, looking around hoping not to get caught.
Ring! Ring! Ring!
I heard my phone ringing in the distance and ran out to it, finding my shorts in the process and reaching in to grab the phone even before putting them on. The alarm was going off and that’s when I woke up.
Sadly, the actual concert was cancelled due to weather. That’s the price we just happen to pay for living in Florida, although I doubt it would have been nearly as intense as my dream.
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Ferris Beuller
Fantastic story. Good to have you back :)
