Omigod, It happened again. I was at the concert, trying to get up close to the stage and I was flashing my titties to the band, when a huge brother with dreadlocks noticed I  wasn't wearing panties, and started caressing my bottom. When I started grinding back on his hand, it didn't take him long to get the message, and soon he was pumping 3 big black fingers in my poota with such force I was screaming in my mother-tongue, but the music was so loud, the  crowd so thick, no on could hear me. Through my half closed eyes, I could see that others around us could see what was going on, and that turned me on even more. Another brother approached us and asked if we wanted to smoke a spiff the size of a small baseball bat! I was not smoking that night, but Rastaman was all for it."We need to wet this motherfuckin Spliff down", Rastaman says, and before I knew it they'de stuffed that monster joint up my wet aching pussy.They pumped it in and out, and twirled it inside me, than slowly pulled it out and lit it. It was so gooey that it sputtered and sizzled , and smelled a little like spicey  balony! The boys were double teaming me by this time  with 3 fingers each, and the  were lifting me right off the floor! By now I was in a sexual frenzy, my pussy flowing like lave down my naked thighs. suddenly, I realized they had lifted me into the air, and were launching me onto a crowd of eager hands. My clothes were long gone, and I was crowd surfing (groped) for 15 minutes while every tender orifice of my body was squeezed, poked and probed. After the initial fear, I got totally into it, and have rarely been so turned on!
I finally landed on the ground,  I crawled back to where the two Brothers were just roaching up their "Lupe dipped doobie" and they wanted  to finish what they started. I was only too happy to oblige. I dropped to my knees in front of what must have been hundreds of onlookers, and I took out the RastaMans huge uncut penis and started chipmunking furiously. The other Brother  (Dread) wanted the same, so thats the way it went. Anything,I did to Rastaman, I did to his Dread next. They were taking turns fucking me Doggy style, When, I noticed the band was no longer playing, and the bright lights were on. The concert was over! It was fun doing it in the dark with music, but this was a different story. I separated from "Dread" with a wet "pop" and ran into the ladies room. A security lady came in and fixed me up with some clothes from the lost and found. Lol, she was all like "are you sure you don't want to press charges"  Lol, If she only knew!  It was Muchos fun but I know I should be more careful.

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I've been recovering from my concert experience for the last few days... A girl has to be very careful these days. I was lucky not to be hurt! I will have to chalk it up to experience, and move on.   It was all fun and games, but I went too far! Madre dios why does this stuff always happen to me!