Fun at the Mud Festival

I laughed and my partner laughed too. We blushed. He kissed me, and my hands traveled all over his tight body, stopping between his legs to feel his hard cock.

The clapping became faster and the circle of men and women got up and started to close in on us.

He reached his hand between my legs feeling my wet pussy and then we guided his cock over my pussy and pushed it in me. I whimpered and I hugged his butt with my legs and his torso with my hands as he was giving it to me harder and harder matching the frantic rhythm of the clapping hands.

The circle of men and women had changed. The soft cocks and happy faces were no more. They were replaced with hard members, dripping pussies, and animalistic faces of lust.

A pair of feet now stood next to my head, and from below I saw a man caressing his penis and balls. He kneeled down and soon his cock touched my mouth. I took him in and sucked all of his sultriness.

His hands groped my breasts and moved down opening my legs where my other lover's cock was still pounding me. Splitting my pussy in half he entered it with his finger as well.

I moaned as he fingered my wet pussy and my clit. He had his back to the fire and I couldn't see his face. I raised my hands over his head and hugged his neck pulling him down. The bearded face that scratched my neck as he kissed me felt familiar and I smiled at the idea that I once more could be making love to Tiffany's husband but it wasn't him. He did look familiar though.

My ginger lover growled when he was coming and pulled back. His knees pushed mine apart and his weight lowered. Moments later my second partner had turned me in all fours. My butt was spread and his cock penetrated my wet and willing pussy.

I was screaming in sync with him as he was coming in and out of my hole very fast.

But then he slowed down until he pulled out with his cock barely touching my pussy. I looked behind me and I saw the man barely holding on from charging his cock inside me again. I took a good look of the man that was fucking me and I knew nothing about him. He did look like George but younger. I had seen him before in the "Hill of the locals" the preview night.

"Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" I begged him.

His white pale crotch pushed in my naturally tanned vagina and his cock was shoved deep inside me.

Two other pair of legs came next to me as I was enjoying my fuck. I looked up and around and saw to swinging cocks.

One body knelt next to me and his hand found my ass and fingered my asshole.

When the other man finished, he took his turn inside me as his friend was in my mouth. The fucking continued constantly with those two until everyone was completely spent.

At dawn, I was the first to leave the circle and the farm. In my room that once contained only my passport, I found clothes and money.

A few hours later the train was taking me back at the city and the life of a university student that was again waiting for me. I couldn't wait to return, but at the same time I hoped I could go back to the festival.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and made way for anyone who wanted to pass. The stranger didn't leave my side though.

I turned and looked.

"Hi, again! I missed you after...the shower..." said the tall young man from the showers?

Dressed smart like he was going to an interview, I had trouble recognizing him as the man in the festival.

"I almost didn't recognized you in that dress! But I am happy I did! Do you want to have a beer?" he said.

"Have you cleared that with Vicky?" I said.

"Oh yes, Vicky. She is my sister. I didn't want to go with her in the festival, and when she learned I went alone she called me every hour for 5 days straight." He said.

"I would love it if we met again in the city." He said.

"I bet you would!" I told him, and we headed to the bar for a beer...