LustFest (Part 2)

As soon as we were able to breath and think again, we continued exploring the grounds. There was so much to discover and we knew we would never be able to try everything we would want to. We climbed down from the terrace and joined the crowd, moving from tent to tent, constantly in awe.

At some point, I felt Bina getting excited. I looked around, but I couldn’t tell what had caught her attention. I turned back to Bina and followed her gaze. She was studying a small, unassuming tent I hadn’t even noticed. I couldn’t find any signs or symbols, nothing that would tell me anything about the tent’s promises. But Bina seemed to know. She grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the entrance. She greeted the person at the entrance and they showed us to the only room inside. It was quite dark, but still, Bina pulled a blindfold from her bag. She turned me around, blindfolded me, and spun me until I lost my sense of direction.

I felt a bit dizzy. Bina pushed me and I fell into a soft mass that immediately engulfed me. It was soft and cozy, but, at the same time, I felt insecure. I had never felt something like this before.
“Trust me, Fi,” Bina whispered.
I swallowed. “I do, Bina.”
The lower part of my body was mysteriously pushed up. I heard a click. And the mass hardened. My face, my breasts, and my abdomen were above the mass, everything else was covered by it. I couldn’t move anymore. I couldn’t hear anymore. And with the blindfold, I couldn’t see anymore either. I felt a rush of panic, but focused on my trust in Bina. She wouldn’t do anything that I wouldn’t like, I knew that.
I felt a vibration and then a touch on my vulva. Bina must have walked across the now hardened mass. She touched my nipples, twisted them. I wanted to pull back, but the mass didn’t let me. I imagined Bina chuckling. I felt a finger circling my clitoris. Then I didn’t feel anything at all. I waited. I felt another (or the same?) finger pushing into my yoni. I moaned. My back wanted to arch, but I couldn’t. One finger started to circle my sweet spot. I sensed something above my face and a moment later, Bina’s vulva pressed against my lips. My tongue followed the shape of her labia. I circled her clitoris, pushed into her yoni. Her thighs vibrated against my face and I kept circling her clitoris. She pushed closer, moved her vulva against my face. I felt a second finger pushing into my vagina, the circling of my sweet spot quickened with Bina’s movements on my face. I felt the tension building up in my core. I wanted to push my vulva against her fingers, but I still couldn’t move. Bina kept pushing and moving against my face until she suddenly stopped, vibrating. Although I couldn’t see or hear anything, I knew she had come. And so I came, moaning against her vulva.