Group Sex at AfricaBurn

Group sex – I am fascinated by it. Two, three, hell maybe eight naked bodies caressing, sucking and entering my body. Bodily fluids flowing and a choir of moans and groans. Unfortunately I haven’t (yet) experienced this wondrous type of sexual venture.

Afrikaburn got me so damn close, I could practically feel the cum showers. With one dick in my hands, and another couple waiting nearby, it was all about to happen…

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For the duration of the Burn, Red Breast and I become an inseparable duo. We both like the same music, both love the nocturnal life, both enjoy rinsing our away our evening sins with morning yoga, and we are both very drawn to the CexX theme-camp.

The CexX theme-camp, runs a range of day time sex based workshops. Enthusiastically Red Breast and I attend; polyamory conversations, BDSM introduction and a Shibari* demonstration. We watch in awe as the Dominatrix master, lovingly ties his Submissive in intricate knots, then with her consent he hoists her naked body from the ceiling. I am in awe of her total, surrender.

As we leave the workshops we are informed that tonight is a masquerade party; once the workshops end, the camp will become a Play Camp. We are invited to watch and join the evenings sex-capades.

The invitation tickles Red Breast and I’s most common interest: our curiosity of the entire sex world and desire to dive deeper into it. My mind is already making evening plans to be a very sinful, sacred, slut.

By the time the sun is setting we are overcome with curiosity, and decide to attend the party. We head home to baby-wipe our entire bodies, paying particular attention to our hungry vaginas. Masks are hastily painted on, our bags stuffed with condoms and off we venture.

On the far end of the Playa two red lights shoot into the air. Their distinct strobe makes it easy for sexual explorers, like ourselves, to find CexX by night.

Arriving, we are warmly welcomed by a boosemy, dominatrix facilitator. She explains the rules to us, consent is key. You are free to roam anywhere, but you must ask permission to join. People must in turn ask if they want you to join. To enter the play-rooms you must bring a partner, of any gender.

Removing our shoes we step into the common room, before us stands a crowd of masked people surrounding a naked being. He is strapped to a chalice, and a gorgeous latexed woman circles him with her flogger in hand. She is completely dominating, and yet so loving in her authority, constantly asking Are you okay? Do you want more? Everytime his response is the same, a pleading Yes!

After watching in awe, we head towards to the play-room, then pause. We want to go in, but nerves have frozen us. We decide that we first need some Dutch-courage, and we want to bring our own male-partner to play with.

Now in mission mode, we venture to the main stage and quickly squeeze our way, deep into the grimy, techno crowd.

There I spot my target: towering above everyone, his face is illuminated by a brilliant cheesy, base loving grin.

Signalling to Red Breast we work our way in front of him. I am feeling VERY forward tonight, so brazenly, I turn around and dance towards him will staring at his beautiful face. We lock eyes and he grins even more gloriously. I return his smile with my best I want to fuck stare. Incase I haven’t made myself clear enough, I stand up on my tippy toes and ask Would you like to accompany me to a sex-party tonight?

He bursts out laughing and immediately turns to his friends, they all smack their foreheads, clearly gobsmacked at this little Redheads forwardness.

Well, what’s so funny? I inquire unabashedly. It’s just funny you should ask ME something like that, because I’m a recovering sex addict. He chortles.

WHAT THE FUCK. Of course, at a festival of over 7000 people, I have targeted the sex addict.

Shit, well, I’m sorry to put temptation on your plate like that, I’ll leave.
Oh, no you don’t! You’re not going anywhere. He greedily responds while pulling my ass into him, his already semi-hard cock starts to grind me through his jeans. Yummy.

Great! I smirk in delight, a sex addict should be quite a lot of fun. Suddenly remembering my partner in crime, I press my ass into him and say This is my friend, Red Breast, she also wants to find a friend to join her. Again he flashes that gorgeous grin and returns to his friends, moments later he brings an equally babin’, curly-haired-Dutchman.

With my ego in overdrive, I slip my hands into Sex Addicts pants, wondering what I’ll be riding this evening… I am not disappointed.

Our mission has been a success; we both have guys attached to us, and our self-consciousness is nowhere to be seen. It’s time to return to CEXx.

I can’t believe it, I’m finally going to get the cum showers I always fantasised about. As I stand daydreaming about our soon to be pleasure, disaster strikes. Sex Addict and Red Breast’s belongings have disappeared.

Sex Addicts backpack and boner have left the building. We try to cheer him up, but it’s useless. I watch him sulk off, alone into the desert night. I cannot believe the universe has sabotaged my group sex!

Red Breast isn’t interested in a solo night with Curls, so she too decides to call it a night.

Not me though. I sought out to have sex tonight and I’m gonna fucking have it.

I tramp back to the dance-floor and stalk around, soon I spot a full-length, fur-coat wearing hottie. He’s got long brunette hair, and he’s also Dutch, seems like a good last resort to me.

It’s now six in the morning and I have no energy left for dance-floor flirting, so I ask Last Resort Do you wanna come and have a coffee with me? Surprised by this odd request he agrees Sure.

We stop off at a Vikings table installation, and sit around a fire. While babbling about nothing, Last Resort leans in and kisses me. Pulling away from the kiss we agree to ditch the coffee, and make a bee-line for his tent.

There, in his pathetic one man tent, I finally get the fucking I’ve been after.

He’s so high that there is no cuming, just a constant hard-on that he continues to plunge into my mouth or vagina. We fuck again and again for hours in his dog kennel of a tent. With the sun well and truly risen, I am drenched in sweat while taking it from behind. Again.

Though this is what I wanted, by the seventh round, I am practically passing out on this mother fuckers cock. He goes back down on me, trying to lick me awake, but I am done. And as dry as the desert.

Finally, I gather my garments to leave and unzip the kennel, a waft of genital fumes floats out along with me. The day is glorious and with a pep in my step I skip towards home.

On my way I spy a long queue of naked humans. While admiring their divine shapes and sizes I learn that they’re queuing for a sponge n’ shower at the Body Suits theme camp.

Without skipping a beat I whipping my clothes off, and join the queue. Head to toe, I am sponged and washed, by two naked hunnies. The glorious freedom, and body celebration of this camp gives me a resurgence of confidence, so I decide to wear only my birthday suit.

Strutting confidently onto the Playa I spot a motorised skateboard, and jump on. The board kicks to life and my naked ass is driven, by a mystery human, all the way home.

Group sex or not, I fucking love this place.

Have you had group sex? Entered had fun in a play room? I’d LOVE to hear about it. Share in the comments below…you can remain anonymous ❤

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*Shibari – ‘To tie’ in Japanese. It is an artistic form of rope bondage. Try it, it’s sexy :p