Her Big Ass Made Me Fuck It First

Sweat dripped down my back under the pounding sun at the festival. Bass thumped from the main stage like a heartbeat on steroids, bodies grinding everywhere. I'm Derek, twenty-five, just here for the vibes and maybe some tail. That's when I spotted her. Lena. Latina firecracker, mid-twenties, curves that could stop traffic. But fuck, that ass. Round, thick, jiggling in those tiny denim shorts every time she swayed to the beat. It was massive, the kind you wanna bury your face in. She caught me staring from across the crowd, smirked, and didn't look away. Game on.

I weaved through the throng, beer in hand, dodging glow-stick kids and stoned hippies. She was dancing solo, hips rolling like she owned the field. Dark hair in a messy ponytail, tank top clinging to her full tits from the heat. "Like what you see?" she yelled over the music when I got close enough.

"Hell yeah," I shouted back, grinning. "That ass is criminal."

She laughed, spun around, and backed up into me. Her cheeks pressed right against my crotch, grinding slow. Felt like heaven already—soft, warm, bouncy. "Name's Lena. You buying me a drink or just gonna stare?"

"Derek. Both." I grabbed her hand, pulled her toward the beer tent. Festival prices sucked, but worth it. We chugged cold ones, talked shit about the headliners. She's from Miami, road-tripped here with friends who ditched her for some after-party. I'm from Austin, same deal. Sparks flew fast. Her hand kept brushing my thigh. Mine on her lower back, thumb dipping toward that glorious ass.

Two songs in, the crowd surged during a drop. She stumbled back into me, my hands landing square on her hips. "Whoa, steady," I said, but didn't let go. She twisted, pressed her lips to mine. Hot, sloppy, tasting like lime and salt. Tongues tangled right there in the open. People whooped around us. Her hands fisted my shirt, pulling me closer.

"Fuck, you're hot," she murmured against my mouth. Music swelled, but all I heard was her breathing heavy.

"You have no idea what that ass does to me." I squeezed it, hard. She moaned into the kiss.

We broke apart, eyes locked. "Wanna find somewhere?" she asked, biting her lip.

"Thought you'd never ask."

The festival sprawled over acres—tents, food trucks, porta-potties that reeked. But off the main paths, there were quieter spots: clusters of RVs, wooded edges. We slipped behind a row of camper vans parked haphazardly, the kind with faded paint and beer cozies. Music still boomed distant, covering any noise. A tarp hung loose between two rigs, making a half-assed tent. Perfect.

She ducked under first, giggling. I followed, heart hammering. Inside was dim, smelled like weed and spilled booze. Old blankets on the ground, empty cans scattered. She turned, yanked me down by my belt. We crashed together, mouths hungry. Her fingers clawed at my shorts, popping the button.

"Been teasing guys with this all day," she said, shoving my hand onto her ass. "You gonna do something about it?"

I growled, spun her around. Pushed her shorts down in one yank. No panties. Fuck me. That ass popped free, pale cheeks glowing in the low light, so plump they wobbled. A tiny thong wedged between, but I ripped it aside. Her pussy peeked out, shaved smooth, already glistening.

"On your knees," I ordered, dropping down first. She arched back, bracing on the van's tire. Perfect height. I spread her cheeks wide—goddamn, what a view. Pink slit dripping, tight little asshole winking above. Festival dirt smudged her thighs, but she smelled musky-sweet, aroused.

I dove in. Tongue flat against her pussy, lapping up from clit to hole. She gasped, bucked. "Oh shit, Derek!" Salty-wet, her juices coating my chin. I sucked her folds, noisy slurps mixing with the muffled bass. She tasted tangy, real, like sweat and want. My nose buried in her ass crack, inhaling her scent.

"Fuck, eat it," she begged, grinding back. I flicked her clit fast, then speared my tongue inside her cunt. Tight, hot, clenching. Fingers dug into her cheeks, pulling them apart more. She shuddered, thighs quivering.

I couldn't resist. Tongue trailed up, circled her asshole. She tensed. "You like that?"

"Y-yeah... first time anyone's... oh god." Virgin territory. Made my dick throb harder. I rimmed her slow, spit-slick, probing the puckered ring. She moaned loud, no shame. Pussy dripping down my wrist as I fingered her slit.

Back to her clit. Sucked it between my lips, humming vibrations. Two fingers pumping her pussy now, curling to hit that spot. She came fast—body jerking, ass slamming back on my face. "Fuuuuck!" Juices squirted, soaking my mouth. I drank her down, greedy.

She spun when she caught her breath, eyes wild. Shoved me onto the blankets. My shorts were gone already, cock springing free—thick, veined, leaking pre-cum. She stroked it rough, thumb smearing the tip. "Your turn to beg."

But nah. I flipped her over doggy-style. She wanted it like this—I could tell. Ass up high, face down on a ratty sleeping bag. Knees spread wide in the dirt. That big, beautiful ass presented like a gift. Cheeks parted naturally, holes exposed. Pussy puffy from my tongue, asshole twitching.

"Lube?" I asked, fishing a packet from my wallet. Festival essential.

She nodded, breathless. "Condom too. But... I want it in my ass first. Never done it. You made me so fucking wet thinking about it."

Holy shit. My cock jumped. "You sure?"

"Shut up and fuck it." She wiggled, impatient.

I rolled the condom on, slathered lube on my shaft, then globbed more on her hole. Worked a finger in slow—tight as a vice, hot velvet gripping. She hissed, pushed back. "More."

Two fingers now, scissoring. Her ass loosened a bit, sucking me in. Pussy clenching empty below. I stroked her clit while stretching her, keeping her moaning.

"Ready?" Cockhead at her rim, pressing.

"Do it." She braced, knuckles white.

I pushed. Slow. The tip popped past her ring—fuck, the squeeze. Intense, like she was milking me already. She yelped, body tensing. "Breathe," I said, rubbing her back. Inch by inch, sinking into that glorious ass. So tight, ridges hugging every vein. Balls-deep finally, her cheeks smooshed against my hips.

"Oh my god... so full," she whimpered. I held still, letting her adjust. Festival crowd cheered distant, like applause for us.

Then I moved. Short thrusts at first. Her ass gripped like it didn't wanna let go. Wet slaps started—lube squelching, skin smacking. She rocked back, meeting me. "Harder. Fuck my big ass."

I gripped her hips, bruises forming under my fingers. Pounded now, full strokes. Her cheeks rippled with every slam—jiggle, jiggle, hypnotic. Sweat poured off us, mixing with dirt. Smelled like sex, lube, earth. Her moans turned guttural, animal.

"Pull my hair," she demanded. Ponytail in my fist, yanked her head back. Arched her perfect, tits swinging under the tank top.

Cock pistoning her ass, I reached around—found her clit swollen. Rubbed circles fast. She screamed—music drowned it, but close ones might've heard. "Gonna cum... in my ass... yes!"

Her hole spasmed, clamping my dick like a fist. I lost it. Thrusts erratic, balls tightening. Exploded inside her, ropes of cum filling the condom deep in that tight heat. She collapsed forward, ass still up, quivering.

We panted, connected. I pulled out slow—pop, gape for a second, then closed. She rolled over, grinning through the sweat. "That was insane. First time, and you wrecked me."

I chuckled, kissing her sloppy. "That ass was made for it."

Word count creeping? Nah, story's just heating up again. We weren't done. Festival raged on outside, but we had time. She peeled off the condom, tossed it. Sucked me clean—tasting her ass on my cock. Got me hard round two.

This time, her pussy. Missionary on the blankets, legs over my shoulders. Fucked her deep, her big ass cushioning the thrusts. She clawed my back, nails drawing red lines. Came again, squirting on my abs.

We laughed after, sharing water from my pack. "Friends are gonna wonder where I am," she said, pulling shorts back on. Ass looked even better now, flushed.

"Mine too. Round three later?"

She winked. "Find me by the Ferris wheel."

I watched her slip out, that ass swaying. Followed a minute later, cock still tingling.

But as I stepped into the sunlight, scanning the crowd for her curves amid the sea of bodies, a beefy dude in a cutoff tapped my shoulder—her boyfriend, eyes like daggers, knuckles cracked.