Postcards from Q

Evan was surprised how Victoria had embraced her new role. As they travelled through the crowds, whenever she sat down to take a rest, she would simply open her legs, allowing the lines of people who would inevitably form to have a quick peck at her inviting pussy.

Kenra had finished her workday, and was delighted to join the festival's most celebrated couple as they travelled further into the heart of the celebration. Generally she acted as their guide and translator, but at other times, being in possession of a quim herself, she took a spot next to Victoria, indulging in any extra kisses that might come her way.

The clit kissing was giving Victoria an almost continuous succession of orgasms. How many different people could there be in this town anyway?, Evan thought. Her pussy was dripping so much, Evan was beginning to worry that might need to buy her some more water.

The townspeople were doting on her incessantly, and Victoria, having given in fully to her newly discovered libertine self, gave in fully to the pleasure of it. All around them the women were doing the same. As they made their way through the crowded streets, hands and fingers of all genders were exploring all the pussies in sight. Some being so bold as to slide a finger or two into the well lubricated and very receptive channels all around them.

The scene was beyond belief as their road opened upon the public square. All around them were panting women in some state of being fingered or fucked. Evan could not look into any direction without being treated to a hedonistic display of pussy worship. Here were a circle of women being pumped by males, each one panting and moaning, lost in pleasurable stimulation. An all female group had commandeered the fountain, where they were holding their legs open to the flowing waters which danced on their opened crotches.

The three of them made their way into the middle of the ecstatic crowd. Surrounded by the sounds of passion and near orgasm, they managed to find a spot at a cafe table. Victoria leaned over and gave Evan a deep kiss. Behind her a small group had formed, caressing her labia, and savoring the waters of her pussy as if it were some sacred spring. She surrendered to it, bending over, ass high, on a cafe table. It was the perfect size, and left her face directly in line with Evan's crotch.

Kenra pressed herself against Evan from behind. His fingers grazed her steaming cunt, and found their way into her welcoming hole. Kenra reached around and fished out his hard cock. After a few strokes, she fed it to Victoria's hungry mouth.

Over Victoria's back Evan watched a member of the garrison level her dildo tipped staff at Victoria's succulent rear end. He thrust his cock head in past her lips just as the sentry thrust the staff, eliciting a long moan from Victoria's stuffed mouth. In his excitement Evan lifted Kenra off her feet by her cunt, driving her into a wet orgasm. Another member of the garrison appeared and lodged her staff in next to the first in Victoria's vagina, and the two alternated a rhythm in Victoria's cunt that drove her into the ethers.

The rest of the festival was a blur of passion, steaminess, and orgasms. They awoke in bed with a naked Kenra between them, just in time to pack hurriedly and make it to the train platform.

As the stone walls of Quim faded from her train window, Victoria could barely hide the tear that fell from her eye.