2 comments/ 62847 views/ 2 favorites Lustonbury Festival By: emily_hughs The car pulled up in the small field that seemed to be serving the purpose of a temporary car park, and the two occupants got out. Looking over into the opposite field, Danielle turned to Kyle looking uncertain. "Are you sure this is the right place?" she asked. The field opposite was full of tents of all sizes. Some were small hike tents, while others were full size mess tents. "Sure," Kyle replied, closing the driver's side door, and walking round to get his rucksack out of the back. "But there's no stage." Kyle stopped and took another look at the opposite field, full of tents. She was absolutely right. There was no sign of any kind of stage whatsoever. "Maybe they haven't set it up, yet," he suggested, moving to join her at the gate. "Kyle, its 5.30. The festival is supposed to start at 7pm. When do you think they gonna have time to put it up?" Kyle was right. A music festival like this needed a massive stage with lighting, sound systems and other expensive technology. How were they going to set that up in an hour and a half?" "Maybe its in another field?" he suggested, lamely. "I don't think so," Danielle replied. "Its all pretty open. I'm sure we'd see it. You know, I think I was right when I said we should have gone right at that junction." "Well, we're here now. Lets just pitch the tent for tonight and find out what's going on here. If we are at the wrong place we can move on tomorrow." Danielle couldn't see a problem with that. "Okay. One night." She returned to the car and closed the passenger side door, then went round to get her own bag off the back seat. She closed the door, and Kyle keyed the button on his key. With a click, the car doors locked, and he returned his keys to his jacket pocket. Danielle moved round to join him and, sliding her rucksack onto back, slipped her hand into his. The two of them opened the gate of the field and together they crossed the country lane separating it from the campsite. Kyle and Danielle found a spot in the midst of all the other tents, and began to erect their home for the next two nights. A few other people had also just recently arrived, and were putting up their own tents. Others had already finished. From the sounds that were emerging from some of them, it seemed that certain people couldn't wait till nighttime to begin their nighttime activities. The young couple quickly finished their tent, and stashed their bags away inside. Then they made their way towards the large dining tent, which was situated down a short dirt path in another small field. Inside, most of the area was laid out with tables and chairs. Along one side of the tent was a long row of tables, filled with various types of food, some hot and some cold. The hot food was being cooked on gas powered camp cookers. Kyle and Danielle took a place in the queue, and when they reached the counter they both selected a plate of baked potato and salad, paid for their meal, and went to find themselves a place at one of the tables. They quickly found an empty one that had just been finished with. There were a couple of dirty coffee cups, and plates that had earlier held some kind of chocolate cake. Kyle moved the dirty items over to another empty table behind them while Danielle sat down and began eating. He joined her a moment later. "May I join you?" They had been eating for only a few minutes when the young woman approached them, with a steaming plate of chilli on her tray. "I'm on my own here, and I haven't had a chance to meet anyone yet." The girl looked about 17 or 18, a few years younger than they were. She was rather attractive, with long blonde hair and a nice figure. Kyle gazed at her chest, which was not too large, but still filled out her tight blue t-shirt quiet nicely. A comfortable handful, he thought. She was also wearing a pair of tight fitting blue jeans, and was exposing quiet a generous amount of bare midriff. Kyle looked quickly in Danielle's direction to see if she had noticed the added interest he had made in the girl's assets, but his girlfriend seemed to be taking as much interest in the new arrival as he was. "Sure," Danielle said, indicating the chair beside her. "Have a seat." "Thanks." The girl put her tray on the table and sat down. "I'm Ashleigh." "Nice to meet you. I'm Danielle, and this is Kyle." "So, is this your first time at the festival?" Ashleigh asked, tucking into her steaming chilli. "It is," Kyle admitted, between bites of his potato. "Have you been before?" "I haven't but I have a friend who came last year. She couldn't make it this time, but she told me all about it. I liked the sound of it, so I thought I'd give it a try." Danielle thought she detected a wicked glint in Ashleigh's eyes as she said this, but she couldn't be sure. She decided to ignore it, and continued eating. A moment later, she stiffened as she felt Ashleigh's hand on her leg, a couple of inches under the hem of her short denim skirt. She looked up at Kyle, but he didn't seem to have noticed. She considered making some kind of reaction to the girl's touch, but her cool hand on her bare flesh felt rather pleasant, so she decided she'd ignore it for now. "Will you be at the opening ceremony, later?" Ashleigh was asking. Danielle wasn't sure whether the question was directed at her or at Kyle. She looked over in his direction, waiting for him to answer. All the time she could feel the girl's hand creeping higher up her leg. "I expect so," Kyle answered. "Unless there's anything else to do?" "Great!" Danielle exclaimed, jumping up from her seat. Ashleigh's hand had just reached the leg of her knickers and was just about to disappear inside. "We'll see you there, then. Come on, Kyle. Let's go." "What's the rush?" Kyle said, taking another mouthful of potato. "Nowhere else we need to be, is there?" Ashleigh looked up at her, smiling sweetly. "Yes, Danielle. Lets get to know each other a bit more." Danielle swallowed nervously, but placed her tray back on the table and sat back down. The three of them sat talking and eating together for almost half an hour, but Ashleigh kept her hand off Danielle's leg this time. By the time the three of them had finished eating, it was nearly 7.30pm, the meeting time for the opening ceremony. "Have you ever known a music festival to have an opening ceremony?" Danielle asked Kyle, after they had left Ashleigh and returned to their own tent. "Not usually, but perhaps this isn't a normal festival. You may be right, we may have come to the wrong place." They both finished getting changed, then Kyle zipped up the tent and followed Danielle in the direction of Field C, where Ashleigh had told them the ceremony was to be held. Field C was about the same size as the other two fields, but was nowhere near as full as the one where they were camping. Or at least, it was nowhere near as full of tents as the other one. There were, however, hundreds and hundreds of people, all milling around in front of a large stage area. It was not the kind of stage they had been expecting, though. There was no stage equipment, such as speakers, amplifiers, or other items that you would normally find on a concert stage. It was really just a raised platform, intended for a person or group of people to be seen over the crowd. Amazingly, despite the large number of people, Ashleigh was near the edge of the crowd, and pushed her way towards them once she had seen that they'd arrived. "I'm really excited," she giggled, nervously. "I've never done this before." At that moment, a small group of people stepped up onto the stage, two young women and a young man. Immediately, the people round the stage stopped talking and turned to watch. Both women were dressed in short summery dresses and the man wore jeans and a polo shirt. "Welcome to our third annual festival," one of the women began, stepping forward. The other two stood just behind her, one on either side. "We're so pleased to see so many people here. Whether you're here on your own, or as part of a couple or a group, I hope you will join in with the spirit of the festival and allow other's to get involved with your activities. I would now like to ask my two friends here to assist me in opening the festival." As the speaker, a young brunette girl of about 18 or 19 with very short hair, finished speaking, her two companions stepped forward and, each one placing a hand on one of her shoulders, proceeded to slide the straps of her dress off her shoulders. Then the second woman, a shorter girl of about the same age with long blonde hair, reached across the brunette's chest and quickly undid the three buttons. With nothing left to hold it up, the dress fell to the floor of the stage in one swift motion. The girl was left standing naked apart from her knickers and her shoes on a stage in front of more than 200 people. Danielle and Kyle turned to look at each other in amazement, and then looked back at the stage. The naked girl's companions were now each caressing one of the girl's breasts, their heads twisted round so they could each suck on a tender, sensitive nipple from their positions behind her. As she watched, Danielle saw the blonde girl slip her hand into the brunette's knickers, and press it against her crotch. The girl began to moan and whimper, as she took hold of the blonde girl's other hand, and invited her around from behind her. Pulling the fully clothed woman against her so that her hand was trapped between them in the wet panties, the blonde pressed her lips onto the brunette's mouth, and proceeded to explore it with her tongue. Danielle's attention was finally diverted from the stage by more sounds of moaning and groaning now coming from all around her. She turned to look at the people around the stage, and saw that several of them had now begun to copy the scene on the stage. Most of them were just groping and caressing, either through their partners clothing or with their hands stuck up t-shirts and bra's, or down skirts and knickers. As she and Kyle continued to watch, however, more and more people began to join in. Within a few moments, almost everyone was taking part in the orgy. Clothes were being ripped off, nipples were being sucked and nibbled, steaming pussies were being groped and molested by hungry mouths and probing fingers. The moans and groans of rising pleasure were mixed with screams as various individuals, couples and groups came at different moments all around the field. "Hey, you two, aren't you joining in?" Danielle turned at the sound of the familiar voice to see Ashleigh, her clothes scattered all around her and a man of about 30 impaling her on his cock from behind. There was also a woman of about the same age with her hand clasped around the teenagers left breast, squeezing and massaging it while she chewed on the nipple. Ashleigh was massaging the other breast herself, but now she offered it to Danielle. "Come on Dani, come and have a nibble on this." To be continued . . . Lustonbury Festival Ch. 02 I gradually awoke to the sounds of birds singing, and the bright morning sunlight shining through the thin membrane of the tent. The first thing I became aware of was that I wasn't in my sleeping bag; I was lying naked on top of it. The second thing I realised was that I wasn't alone; there was someone else in the tent with me. Not that I was expecting to be alone, of course. I knew that Kyle would be lying either in or on his own sleeping bag beside me. I smiled and, without opening my eyes, wrapped my arms around him. Then I quickly pulled them away and my eyes snapped open. Was I mistaken, or had I just touched a pair of breasts? I glanced down at the figure sleeping beside me. The girl was tall, with long blonde hair and looked about 18. She had a slim figure, and generous breasts roughly the size of half grapefruits. Each one was tipped with penny size areolas and tiny nipples. I stared in shock at the young woman, lying beside me as naked as I was, with her legs a little apart and her pussy lips slightly open. My sudden movement, touching her then pulling away, had disturbed her, and she twitched slightly as she slowly began to wake up. Without opening her eyes, she smiled and spoke. "For someone who's never done it before, you seemed quite . . . . . . . knowledgeable." What did she mean by that? Suddenly I gasped as my thoughts returned to the previous evening, and I remembered what had happened and what I had done. My shock and embarrassment quickly turned to panic. Where was Kyle? I jumped up and began searching for my clothes, and that's when I realised. I wasn't in my tent. This one was a little bigger than ours, and the walls were of a different colour. The worst thing, though, was that it didn't have any of my clothes in it. I rummaged through the jumble of clothes, but the only item I found that was mine was a pair of knickers. I felt the heat in my cheeks rise as I remembered how I had ended up here. We had arrived at this campsite at about 5.30 the previous evening, having made a wrong turn somewhere on the way to the music festival. Kyle had suggested we spend the night here and find out what was going on, before moving on this morning should we not like it. We'd set the tent up, then gone to get something to eat. It was in the dining tent that we'd met Ashleigh, the girl I had apparently spent last night with. A friend of hers had visited the festival last year, and told her how much she had enjoyed it. Although she couldn't make it this year, Ashleigh had decided to come on her own. After dinner, Kyle and I had met up with Ashleigh at the opening ceremony, and it was there that we discovered that this wasn't a musical festival at all. Lustonbury was an annual event that had been started three years previously, and seemed to be an erotic celebration of free love. The young woman in charge had opened the ceremony by allowing her two assistant organisers to strip her naked, and indulge in all manner of sexual activities with her, while the rest of us watched. Although most of the spectators hadn't been watching for very long, they had been too eager to get going with each other. Kyle and I had been the last two to get involved, and this had been with some reluctance. Not that we weren't interested in sex, it was just that the whole situation seemed a little bizarre. Ashleigh noticed that we didn't seem to be joining in with the spirit of things, and had called us over. Her clothes had been scattered all around her and a man of about 30 was impaling her on his cock from behind. A woman of about the same age had her hand clasped around the teenagers left breast, squeezing and massaging it while she sucked and nibbled on the nipple. Ashleigh had been massaging the other breast herself. Now she offered it to me. "Come on Dani, come and have a nibble on this." I made a nervous glance at Kyle, but he just shrugged his shoulders. Not really sure what I was doing, I stepped closer to Ashleigh. When I reached her, I took the soft, firm flesh of her young breast in my shaking hand and lowered my mouth to her nipple. Ashleigh's small nipple was rough against my wet tongue. It was soft to begin with, but as I began to suck on it, licking with my tongue and tugging gently with my lips, it began to harden. As I continued my oral stimulation of the girl's delicious breasts, she began to moan. I couldn't tell if this was due to my own attentions, that of the other woman nibbling on her left breast, or the man who was making quick, rough thrusts into her pussy. I guessed it may have be a culmination of all three. "Danielle, what are you doing?" Kyle's voice seemed to be coming from a great distance. All I could think about was the exquisite taste of Ashleigh's gorgeous breasts, and how they felt in my hands and mouth. "She's enjoying herself, handsome," another voice responded. "Why don't you do the same?" Still chewing, I turned my head slightly to see who had spoken. There was a tall, red headed girl standing right in front of him, her naked breasts pressed hard into Kyle's chest. One hand was inside the fly of Kyle's trousers' while the other had taken hold of one of Kyle's hands and was guiding it through the smooth patch between her legs. Kyle caught my glance, and gave me a nervous look. Its okay, go with it I flashed back, still not taking my attention off Ashleigh's body. As I continued sucking, nibbling and licking, I felt hands beginning to caress my own body. Someone was stroking at my own chest and stomach through the fabric of my thin blouse. Looking down for a second, I saw that it was the 30 year old male, his cock still firmly embedded inside Ashleigh but now thrusting slower, concentrating on groping at my body. Moving one hand away from Ashleigh and down my own body, I began to slowly undo the buttons of my blouse. The other hand continued to squeeze and massage Ashleigh's glorious right tit. Once I had undone all the buttons, I moved the sides of the shirt away, exposing my cupped 32A breasts to the hungry eyes of the strange man groping them. He didn't bother undoing my bra, but instead just pulled the cups off each breast, causing the nipples to spring free like elastic. Tilting his head so he could get in between my body and Ashleigh's he then began his own assault on my breasts, much in the way I had been doing with Ashleigh. The major difference between what I was doing, however, and what Kyle had done to me in the past was that this man was far rougher. Rather than lightly nibbling and sucking, his teeth were aggressively biting and chewing at my nipples. I could feel his sharp teeth, and the cries that came from my mouth were as much from pain as they were from pleasure. Even so, part of me was enjoying his assault of my chest, and was eager for it to continue. In order to prevent any discouragement that my cries may have caused, I took hold of the back of his head with both hands and pulled him closer, holding his face against my heaving breasts. He continued to nip and bite at my nipples, and as he drew his teeth away between attacks, I could see the scratches and bite marks around my areola. As the man continued his hungry assault of my breasts, I looked over his head to see what Kyle was up to with the red head. He no longer had his hand between her legs, but was now kneeling in front of her, with his tongue lapping at her pussy. The girl herself had her head thrown back, and was moaning and groaning as she held my boyfriend's head in place, ensuring that he wouldn't cease his oral assaults until she was ready. As I continued to watch, I felt a sharp pain between my legs. Grunting, I looked down to see that my aggressive partner was now roughly thrusting his monster cock inside me. I continued to groan as his throbbing hardness drove deeper inside me, expanding my tight pussy with its vast size. As he was now concentrating on screwing me, the man had taken his attention away from my breasts. Ashleigh now took advantage of this by slipping her own mouth round my areolas, her soft delicate tongue soothing my sore, swollen nipples. I didn't know whether to groan in pleasure at the attention I was getting to my chest, or in pain at the violent assault I was getting deep inside my pussy. The man had been so hungry for my body; he hadn't even bothered to remove my knickers. He had simply pulled the material to one side, so as to make room for his engorged cock, which now moved rapidly inside me. Gripping onto the man's back, I lifted one leg and wrapped it round him, pulling him in even deeper. My nails clawed and scratched at his naked back, as I moaned and whimpered, his own hands gripping my ass. Now supported only by his grip on me, and my grip on him, I began to shake with each thrust as he withdrew then rammed his cock back inside me. Looking over his shoulder, I got another look at Kyle, who now had the redhead on her back on the grass. He was lining his own cock up at the entrance to her pussy, and when he saw I was watching he shifted round slightly so I could see him penetrating her. As he spread her legs wider, I stared at the folds of her pussy lips and her hard clit, fully exposed from its protective hood. Still looking at me, Kyle forced his hard rod deep inside her and the girl screamed out as his entire length penetrated her. This was all I needed to push me over the edge. I groaned loudly as the walls of my pussy contracted, and pulled tight around the cock inside me, but it continued to move. My lover increased the power behind his thrusts, almost ripping my tight pussy apart and increasing the intensity of my orgasm. The waves were still spreading when the iron rod inside me stiffened, then began to throb. Warm fluid flowed inside me, and leaked out of my pussy. It trickled along the cock still inside me, and dripped down onto the grass below us. In the confines of Ashleigh's tent, I made another futile attempt to locate the rest of my clothes, while trying to cover my naked body. What had I been thinking? How could I have allowed all these people to violate me like this? It must have been the situation. All these people intoxicated on lust had made me lose my inhibitions and do something I would not normally do. With total strangers, and with a woman! I shuddered as I remembered Ashleigh's lips around my nipples, and her tongue around my pussy. Tears began to sting at my eyes as I rummaged through the girl's possessions, but nothing there was mine. How could I leave this tent and enter that pit of animals in nothing but my panties? I could already hear moans and groans of pleasure emanating from outside. Then, amongst the sounds of lust, I made out a familiar voice calling my name. "Danielle? Danielle, where are you?" It was Kyle, out there somewhere, looking for me. "Kyle!" I shouted, opening a gap in the door of the tent. "I'm in here." The gap I made was hopefully large enough for Kyle to hear me through, but not large enough for other people to see me in my nudity. "Where?" the voice came back. It definitely seemed closer now. He seemed to be heading in this direction. "Over here!" I decide to take a chance and, undoing the zip further, stuck my head out. The scene that greeted me was nowhere near what it had been the night before, but it was still not what I would call normal. Most of the lustful moans and groans were coming from inside the tents now, though there were still several couples and small groups engaged in adult activity on the damp grass. I could see Kyle, he wasn't very far away but he had his back to me. I called his name again, and he turned and saw me. As he ran towards me, I began to struggle out of the tent, still completely naked but no longer bothered. When he reached me he grabbed hold of me and pressed his mouth roughly against mine, exploring my mouth with his tongue. He slid his hand between my legs, probing my wet, sticky pussy with his fingers, but I pulled away. "Not here," I groaned. "Lets go home. Now. I've had enough of this place." "Okay. Let's just get you dressed and get the tent down, then . . ." "No!" I shook my head violently. "I don't want to spend another minute here." "But your naked!" Kyle protested. "I don't care! Lets just get in the car and go." Kyle looked at me for a moment, at my untidy hair, teary eyes and heaving breasts. Then he took me in his arms and kissed me again. "Ok," he said. "We'll just get in the car and go." To be continued . . . Lustonbury Festival Ch. 03 The field was full. Full of tents of all types and sizes, and full of people, both couples and small groups, deeply engrossed in acts of lust. Moans and groans of pleasure filled the air, as my eyes scanned the various activities going on all around me. A young blonde haired girl lay on her back in the dew soaked grass. She was wearing nothing but a white polo shirt, which was pushed up to just above her breasts. Another woman, a few years older then the blonde, was lying almost on top of her, one hand holding a small breast in place while she licked and nibbled on the nipple. Her other hand was pressed between the girl's legs, slipping and sliding around her wet, lubricated pussy. Behind another tent, I could make out another naked young woman rocking and gyrating, her hands squeezing and pulling at her own breasts. I could just make out a pair of legs in a gap between that tent and another; obviously belonging to the person she was currently in the process of riding. These were just two of the many encounters that were going on all around me, and these were only the ones I could see outside. More moans and groans were coming from the tents all around me. My own cock began to twitch again, and when an unoccupied girl approached me to slip a hand between my legs, I only just managed to restrain myself from grasping her naked breast. She was dressed in nothing but a pair of frilly knickers and a bra barely hanging on by a single shoulder strap. "No," I said, pushing her away. "I've got a girlfriend." "So?" she replied, returning her hand to where it had been, and squeezing on my hardening rod. "I've got a boyfriend. Who knows, they might be at it together right now?" She grinned wickedly, as she ran her finger up the zip of my jeans and then, taking hold of the zip, pulled it back down. "No!" I insisted, pushing her away again and zipping myself back up. "I've got to find her." "Ok," she grunted, backing away and pulling a face. "There's plenty of other guy's who wanna shag me, anyway." With that, she moved on and moments later had her arms wrapped around someone else. This young man turned out to be much more accommodating. Continuing my search, I began calling out Danielle's name. Danielle and I had arrived at this strange festival late the previous evening, having mistaken it for the music festival we had been heading for. Danielle had suggested at the time that we might have made a wrong turn, but I had made the decision to stay the night and find out. If I was wrong, we could move on this morning, I suggested. Danielle had decided to go along with this and we entered the main field to erect our tent. We had met Ashleigh shortly after, when we went to the dining tent to get something to eat. She was a few years younger than us, about 18, and was rather attractive, with long blonde hair and a nice figure. It was her figure that attracted me to her in the first place. I remember the first thing I paid any attention to was her chest, which was not too large or too small, but just the right size. A comfortable handful, or even a mouthful. She was wearing a tight blue t-shirt and a pair of tight fitting blue jeans. The t-shirt was a short one, and exposed quiet a generous amount of bare midriff. She introduced herself to us and, among other things, asked if we would be attending the opening ceremony later. We said we would and, after briefly returning to our tent to change after the long journey, met her in an adjoining field, the highlight of which was a rather large stage near the fence. At about 7.00pm, the ceremony began. Three people, two women and a man, got up on the stage and one of the women began to speak. She was a young woman of about 18 or 19 with short brown hair, and was dressed in a flowery summer dress. The other woman was wearing a similar one, and the young man wore a polo shirt and a pair of blue jeans. The ceremony began with a brief speech from the brunette, after which she asked her companion's to assist her in officially opening the festival. They did this by placing a hand on each of her shoulders, and sliding the straps of her dress off. Danielle and I looked on in shock as the second woman, a shorter girl of about the same age with long blonde hair, reached across the brunette's chest and quickly undid the three buttons. The dress fell to the floor and the girl was left standing naked apart from her knickers and her shoes on a stage in front of more than 200 people. I think the three people on the stage started having sex then, but I don't remember. I was to interested in what was going on around us. Members of the crowd were beginning to undress each other, and were touching and caressing their bodies. Ashleigh said something that I think was directed at Danielle, but I turned to look at her anyway. The girl's clothes were scattered all around her, and there were two people with their hands all over her. A woman of about thirty was massaging and sucking on one of her tits, while a young man was roughly impaling her from behind with his cock. Danielle was approaching her, a trembling hand outstretched ready to clasp hold of her one free tit. She turned her head, and glanced at me a little uncertainly. I shrugged my shoulders. The whole situation seemed a little surreal, and I wasn't sure at that point whether or not I was dreaming. Danielle turned back and, taking the breast in her trembling hand to steady it, lowered her head and took the nipple into her mouth. I didn't know whether to be excited or horrified. I wasn't sure what I'd meant when I'd shrugged my shoulders, but I should have guessed that she take it as an acknowledgment of approval. That, however, had not been what I'd intended. The rumour that it is every male's ultimate erotic fantasy to see his girlfriend having sex with another women is not true, at least not for me. The thought of Danielle having sex with another woman was the same as her having sex with another man, and was not something that I wanted to happen. Making me a bit of a hypocrite, considering what happened next. "Danielle, what are you doing?" I exclaimed. The answer to my question came not from Danielle, but from another woman behind me. Turning round, I saw a stunning, red headed young woman standing in front of me. She was completely naked, like most of the people around me now, and had a dark, almost tanned complexion. Her breasts were neither too large nor too small. They weren't so large that they bounced on her chest as she moved, but you couldn't call her small or underdeveloped either. Her dark nipples highlighted the colour of her hair, which was just as red beneath her legs as it was on her head. She must have kept her pussy well trimmed, as it was more soft fur than hair. A horizontal rim of red fur ran around the top of her lips, but from the lips themselves and down she was completely hairless. Her legs were long and slim and extremely smooth. So smooth that the sun, now beginning to set in the sky, was reflected a little in them. I swallowed, and tried to will my cock not to rise in my trousers, but it was no good. I could already feel it pressing uncomfortable against my tight jeans, trying in vain to assume its full length. The girl must have seen my bulge, as she smiled seductively, and came closer. Wrapping her arms around me she pulled me close, crushing her breasts against me and pressing her nipples into my chest. "Here, gorgeous," she whispered into my ear. "Let me help you with that." Without another word, she unzipped my jeans and slid a hand inside. The first thing she did once she had hold of me was to adjust my cock so that it no longer pressed against my trousers. Then she began to run her clenched hand up and down the length of my shaft. I gave an almost silent sigh of relief as she eased my discomfort, and then shuddered at the pleasure she induced. "You like that, big boy?" she asked, still massaging my cock. All I could do was groan in reply. "How'd you like to return the favour, then?" And while one hand continued to rub at my meat, she used the other to grab one of my hands and slip it between her own naked legs. The red heads pussy fur was fantastically soft and silky, and was already damp with come from her previous experiences. With a little encouragement, I began to stroke at her fur, and her wet, slimy mound. She whimpered as she guided my finger along the length of her opening slit, and moaned when I occasionally ran over her clit or inside the entrance of her pussy. Remembering that Danielle was only a few feet away from me, and probably watching the whole thing, I suddenly felt a pang of guilt. I looked over in her direction and saw her sucking on Ashleigh's nipples, the young blonde gasping and sighing at the sensations aroused by my girlfriend's mouth on her breasts. Danielle had chosen the same moment to look across at me, and I glanced down briefly at what I was doing with the redhead. When I looked back at her nervously, she just smiled at me and nodded, her attention never leaving Ashleigh's tits. Returning my attention to the gorgeous girl in front of me, I placed my free hand on one of her own moderate breasts and began gently caressing it, paying careful attention to her dark nipples. They seemed to be almost non-existent, tiny bumps only slightly raised off her areolas, but as I stroked one it began to grow slightly. Then I lowered my head, and began to gently lick on it, slowly drawing it out even further. All this time my hand was still moving through the girl's red furry pussy, and my stimulation of both her erogenous zones was getting her quite excited. My hand was getting extremely slimy from her pussy juices, which I was smearing round her entire crotch area. My own excitement was growing too, as the girl continued to massage my steel rod in her clenched hand, running my foreskin backwards and forwards across the head of my cock. "Lick my pussy, and I'll eat you cock," she moaned into my ear, as we continued to stimulate each other. Savouring one final suck of her nipple, I removed my hand from between her legs and she extracted her hand from the hole in my jeans. I was about to wipe my wet hand on my jeans when she stopped me and, taking hold of me by the wrist, lifted my hand to her face. Slipping my fingers into her mouth, she began to suck her own juice from them, and lick it from the palm of my hand. When she had finished, my hand was still wet but now it was from her saliva. She had licked every trace of her pussy from my hand. Then she pushed gently at my shoulders, indicating that she wanted me to get to work. I allowed her to push me to my knees, and she spread her legs wide so I would have easier access. Holding on to the backs of her legs, I stuck out my tongue and placed it at the bottom of her slit. She shivered a moment as I made contact, then sighed as I ran my tongue up the length of her slit. Looking up so I could see her reaction to my administrations, I saw she had closed her eyes, but was smiling happily and was breathing more deeply. I returned my tongue to the bottom of her slit again and took another lick, more slowly this time. She moaned again, louder this time, and placed a hand at the back of my head, pulling me closer. I continued my second lap, and finished off by dipping my tongue into her upper folds. I probed around for a moment, and when she squealed, knew that I had found her clit. "Right there, right there!" she moaned, bringing her other hand round behind my head so she was now holding me in place with both. "Keep going! Make me cum!" I shuddered as I remembered her coming on my face, her juices running round me mouth and dribbling down my chin. She had kept her promise, too, she did eat my cock. I've never had oral sex like that before, although I had only had two partners before Danielle, and only one of those had ever sucked me. When I finally shot into her mouth, she took so much I thought she was actually going to drown in it, and it took several gulps for her to get rid off it all. I don't remember what happened next, but the next thing I knew I was waking up in a tent. Someone else's tent. Looking over I saw the sleeping form of a woman lying naked beside me, but it wasn't the redhead I remembered eating the night before. This girl was older, closer to my age. She had short blonde hair, and the facial features of a young boy. In fact, if she hadn't been lying on her back with her gorgeous breasts and bare pussy on display, I would have thought she was a boy. She was breathing softly in her sleep, her small breasts rising and falling with each breath. My cock began to twitch again, and I knew I had to get out of here quickly. I was already regretting the events of the previous night, and hoped that Danielle was too. Somehow, the atmosphere had led me to do something I would not normally have done. Quietly searching the tent, I located my clothes and put them on. During my search I also found several empty beer cans, which I assumed were the reason I was unable to remember how I had ended up in this tent with this woman. As silently as I could, I unzipped the door of the tent, just slightly so I could get out, and then closed it again. The field was full of tents, and coming from inside them I could make out the sounds of people deeply engrossed in acts of lust. I scanned the area, trying to ignore the moans and groans of pleasure all around me. A young blonde haired girl lay on her back in the dew soaked grass. She was wearing nothing but a white polo shirt, which was pushed up to just above her breasts. Another woman, a few years older then the blonde, was lying almost on top of her, one hand holding a small breast in place while she licked and nibbled on the nipple. Her other hand was pressed between the girl's legs, slipping and sliding around her wet, lubricated pussy. Behind another tent, I could make out another naked young woman rocking and gyrating, her hands squeezing and pulling at her own breasts. I could just make out another pair of legs, obviously belonging to the person she was currently in the process of riding. My cock began to twitch again. Then a young brunette approached me and tried to slip a hand between my legs. I only just managed to restrain myself from grasping her naked breast. Apart from a pair of frilly knickers and a bra barely hanging on by a single shoulder strap, she wasn't wearing anything. Her hair was untidy and the few scratches and bruises she had suggested that her night had been rough as well as active. Pulling myself away, I stumbled deeper into the orgy, calling Danielle's name as I went. "Danielle? Danielle, where are you?" She was there a few feet away with her back to me, straddling a man who looked old enough to be her father. Her hands were on his chest, rubbing at his grey haired chest as she rocked and gyrated on his stiff cock. I ran over to her, grabbed her shoulder and spun her round, then found myself looking into the face of a stranger. "Hey, push of, mate. Wait your turn, you can have her next." With a look of disgust, I backed away and the woman continued lifting and lowering herself on the man's cock. "Kyle!" That was definitely her voice, coming from somewhere behind me. I turned and ran in the direction of the sound. "I'm in here." "Where?" I called back. The sound of her voice was closer now, but I still couldn't see her. She must have been inside one of the tents. "Over here! Kyle!" The voice was behind me. I turned and saw her, struggling to get out of one of the tents. To my horror I saw she was naked, and wondered what she had been doing in the tent. I decided I didn't want to know. I ran towards her, and when I reached her I grabbed her and pressed my mouth roughly against hers, exploring her mouth with my tongue. Seeing her naked like that, the lust that had built up in me since leaving the tent took over and I slid my hand between her legs, probing her wet, sticky pussy with my fingers, but she pulled away. "Not here," she groaned. "Lets go home. Now. I've had enough of this place." "Okay. Let's just get you dressed and get the tent down, then . . ." "No!" She shook her head violently. "I don't want to spend another minute here." "But your naked!" I protested. "I don't care! Lets just get in the car and go." I looked at her for a moment, at her untidy hair, teary eyes and heaving breasts. Then I took her in my arms and kissed her again. "Ok," I said. "We'll just get in the car and go." To be concluded . . . Lustonbury Festival Ch. 04 Warning: Women are warned that pouring alcoholic beverages into the vagina may result in infection or other medical problems. * I'd never been to this festival before, or to any like it, but I had a friend who had visited last year. I hadn't been able to go as I had only been 17 at the time, but now I had just turned 18 there was nothing stopping me. I arrived quite late in the evening and, after quickly putting up my tent, went to the dining tent to get something to eat. I had come on my own for the weekend, but was sure this wouldn't be a problem. I knew there would be plenty of people who'd want to spend time with a young, 18-year old girl. I met Kyle and Danielle in the dining tent, and was in lust with her from the first moment I saw her. I had never been with a woman before but this girl was so gorgeous, with her long blonde hair, blue eyes and glorious figure that I wanted her immediately. I approached their table with a steaming plate of chilli, and asked if they would mind me joining them. When they offered me the seat next to Danielle, I sat down and started making small talk. Maybe I should have waited a little before trying to get my hand into the girl's knickers, but the thought of what I might be able to get up to with her at the opening ceremony had got me so wet and horny that I just had to try and touch her. I put my hand on her leg, very high up near the hem of her short denim skirt, and when there was no reaction I slid my hand under the hem. That was when I felt her stiffen, but she still made no effort to stop me, so I continued to slid my hand further up her leg, until I was just about to make my way into her knickers. "Great!" she exclaimed, in response to something her boyfriend had just said, and jumped up from the seat. "We'll see you there, then. Come on, Kyle. Let's go." "What's the rush?" Kyle said. "Nowhere else we need to be, is there?" I looked up at her, smiling sweetly. "Yes, Danielle. Lets get to know each other a bit more." Danielle placed her tray back on the table and sat back down, but I didn't think it was a good idea to risk any more intimate contact. Not at the moment, anyway. My first sexual encounter with Danielle began about an hour later, during the opening ceremony. We had three altogether, two out there, and one back at my tent. I think Danielle and her boyfriend must have been expecting something else, as they looked quite shocked when Hannah and Phillip removed Rebecca's dress and began playing with her tits and pussy. Even though I knew what to expect, it still looked a little bizarre watching three people having sex on stage, while a crowd of over 200 people watched. I was watching Hannah playing around in Becky's knickers when I felt someone behind me lift my skirt, and my own knickers were dragged roughly down my legs. "Excuse me," a voice whispered in my ear. "May I have the pleasure of this first shag?" I smiled and, without saying anything, lowered the zip at the side of my skirt. It slid away, leaving me in just a pair of knickers halfway down my legs, and I groaned as I felt the invasive penetration of two masculine fingers into my pussy from behind. At the same time a woman of about thirty approached me and, without a word, started unbuttoning my blouse. As confirmation that I was perfectly happy with what she was doing, I slid one side of the blouse off my shoulder while she removed the other. It fluttered to the ground, and after that I have no idea what happened to it. I was more interested in the woman, who immediately set to work massaging and nibbling each of my tits alternatively. At some point, someone removed my knickers from their position halfway down my legs, but I don't remember who it was. Maybe it was the man behind me, who quickly replaced his fingers with his cock, and began rapidly thrusting it in and out of me. All I now is that when I looked up at Danielle and Kyle a few moments later I was totally naked, with a cock in my pussy and a woman's mouth at my tits. The young couple now seemed to be the only people who hadn't made a start, so I decided I'd lend the girl a hand. Extracting one of my breasts from the woman's grip, I began massaging it myself, and called over to the pair. "Hey, you two, aren't you joining in? Come on Dani, come and have a nibble on this." The girl made a nervous glance in the direction of her boyfriend, then hesitantly stepped towards me. She never looked me in face, but kept her eyes firmly glued on the breast that I was offering to her. When she reached me she put her hands out to take it and when she touched me I realised she was shivering. The poor girl was terrified, but she still took my breast in her hand and lowered her mouth to my nipple. Danielle sucked and tugged at my nipples with enthusiasm, despite the fact the she had seemed so scared a few seconds ago. I could tell this was the first time she had done anything with a girl, and this knowledge that I was converting a straight girl to lesbianism excited me even more. As the two women continued to assault my breasts, the thick piece of meat inside me, which had been moving rapidly inside me for some time, suddenly began to throb. I bit my lip, knowing that it was probably going to erupt any second. I was right. It actually seemed to expand to twice its size, and I couldn't help screaming as it stretched my tight pussy walls with each contraction. Warm fluid shot inside me with each pulse, adding to my own heat until I felt as if I was on fire. Seconds afterwards, my own orgasm hit, and our juices merged inside me, before leaking out of my pussy and trickling down my leg. He didn't stop, though. Despite the fact that he had just emptied into me, his shrinking dick remained in my pussy and he continued his thrusts, though now at a much slower rate. He was now moving his attention to one of the women still sucking on my tits. His hands were stroking Danielle's belly and breasts through the material of her blouse, and she was assisting him by slowly undoing the buttons with one hand, while with the other she continued to massage my own right tit. While Danielle helped the man expose her breasts to his hungry hands and mouth, I decided to get more involved with the other woman. The woman, who was also somewhere in her 30's, wasn't quite as naked as I would have liked her. She was still wearing her knickers. At the moment I still had a cock inside me, though it was no longer moving, so I couldn't get low enough down to slide the underwear down the woman's legs. Instead, I just slide my hands down the front, and felt around the wet fur for her clit. Although this woman had not yet been stimulated herself, the surrounding atmosphere as well as her own attention to my own tits had gotten her furry crotch sopping, and it took only a moment to coax her excited clit from its hiding place. I would have preferred to have been able to taste it right there, but as I have already said I still hard a semi-hard cock inside me and going down on my knees while that thing was embedded inside me was not going to be the most comfortable experience. Instead, I took the hard pearl between my finger and thumb, and proceeded to pinch and rub at it, occasionally giving it a little tug as well. I felt her reaction, rather than heard it. One of my breasts was still engulfed in her mouth, so any noise she made would have been muffled by my tit flesh. What I felt was a sharp contrast to the tender sucking I had been feeling as she bit down in surprise on my hard nipple and it was me who screamed out in response to the stimulation between her legs. My own cry of pain mingled with that of Danielle, and as I bit my lip I turned my head to see what was going on in her encounter. My previous partner was biting at the girl's nipples. Not just gently nipping, but really biting, even harder than the one I had just received by the look of it. Between tugs on her nipple, the man was removing his mouth from her breasts, and I could see the scratches and bite marks round the nipples and the areolas. I tensed myself, ready to intervene in order to protect the girl. She was older than me, but was evidently less experienced in this situation and I was sure she needed help. A moment later, though, I saw her grab hold of his head and hold it tight against her chest. Her face was still contorted in pain, and I could see tears glistening in her eyes, but she seemed happy for it to continue. I returned my attention to the wet crotch beneath my probing fingers. I had been paying so much attention to the gorgeous blonde that I hadn't realised what I had been doing. Instead of pinching at the woman's hard, tender clit I found that my fingers had shifted lower to her pussy entrance, and I now had no less than three finger inside her, right up to the knuckles. My victim was gasping and panting, and I had been so interested in Danielle that I hadn't realised how much she was suffering. I looked at her twisted, moaning face then smiled evilly. The woman gulped as she saw the intention in my face and I nodded slowly. Then I slide my little finger into her straining pussy, and rammed all four in deeper. The girl threw back her head and howled. Working from the elbow, I continued to ram my fingers in and out of the tight, straining pussy as the woman screamed and moaned. "mmmm . . . . . . ohhhh . . . . . stop . . . . . ohhhh" I couldn't make out all the words. "What was that?" I asked. "I can't hear you." But I didn't ease up on my attacks to make it easier for her to speak. "uhhhh, ahhhhhh, DON'T STOP!" she managed to scream between groans. Whether they were of pleasure or pain I couldn't tell, but she obviously liked what I was doing to her. I was so engrossed in thrusting my hand into this woman's sopping wet pussy that I hadn't noticed that there was no longer anything in my own. The man had withdrawn his cock and as I now looked over at Danielle I could see why. She was grunting and groaning as he rammed it into her tight little hole with so much force that she shook and shuddered with each thrust. Her gorgeous breasts, now grazed and bruised, no longer held any interest for him. The older woman I was currently groping had a nice body, I was now getting really wet for her. But Danielle didn't just have me wet, she had my pussy absolutely aching. She was the girl I wanted more than anyone else this weekend and now her sore, tender breasts were available I just had to have them. I extracted my hand from the wet passage, and the woman gave a last series of moans and groans as her pussy to return to its normal size around my retreating hand. I didn't have the best access to Danielle's chest, as most of her body was pressed against the man she was currently screwing. Dipping my head in from the side, though, I was able to take hold of one breast, and slip my mouth over her sore, bruised nipple. Mixed sounds came from Danielle as she received my tender sucking of her breasts and the rough, harsh pounding to her pussy, whimpers of pleasure and near screams of pain. While we both continued to giver her our sexual attention, Danielle lifted one leg and wrapped it around her male partner, drawing him deeper into her. I decided to draw back for now, and allow her to finish off with this man uninterrupted. There would be plenty of time for the two of us later. They were my two outdoor encounters with Danielle, although they were so brief and so close together that you'd probably just call it one, really. The best one came later, in my tent. Both Danielle and her new friend both came together, and he shot so much cream that a lot of it actually leaked out of Danielle's pussy, trickling down her leg and soaking into the moist earth. He had been so rough and aggressive with her that once he withdrew she stumbled and collapsed to the ground. As he staggered off in search of his next conquest, strings of come still dripping from the end of his cock, I crept up to Danielle and helped her to her feet. "I don't know whether I enjoyed that or not," the girl gasped, as she struggled to her feet. I supported her as she tried to regain her balance, and led her away in the direction of the other field where all the tents were pitched. "I guarantee you'll enjoy the next one," I whispered into her ear, smiling at the thought of what I had in store for her. My tent was a small two-man ridge tent, the kind with two upright poles, supporting a beam pole for the roof. Both uprights were outside the main tent, which meant there were no poles getting in the way inside. Plenty of room for the occupants to get up to all kinds of things. I entered first, and Danielle followed, and we lay down beside each other on top of the warm, twin roll mat I had already laid out. I started by tenderly stroking her long, shiny blonde hair, then her cheeks and her neck. Then I moved onto her breasts and nipples, which were getting a little swollen from the vicious attention they had received not all that long ago. I gently kissed her neck as I caressed her breasts, stroking so delicately I hardly touched them. My fingers just barely caught the fine hairs on her skin, and she giggled at the sensation. "That tickles," she giggled, fidgeting a little. But she made no move to stop me. I continued to run my palm down the length of her body, and her laughter continued. She struggled to keep still but failed, her body involuntarily making slight movements in a vain attempt to avoid my touch. When I reached the girl's crotch, I tugged a little on her knickers, and she lifted her bottom slightly off the roll mat so that I could slide them down. They went down her legs, over her knees and I slipped them off at her ankles. Her earlier partner had been so keen to get inside her that he hadn't bothered to remove her underwear, he'd just stretched one of the leg holes so he could get his cock in. I discovered that Danielle was actually shaved down there, though I don't know why that surprised me. I had assumed that because she was nervous in a group orgy situation that she was an innocent little girl type. But just because she was uncomfortable with group sex was no reason why she wouldn't have a healthy sexual appetite with her boyfriend. The fact that she shaved seemed to suggest she might even be a naughty little minx in the bedroom. It also meant I wouldn't be able to tickle her in quite the same way as I had with the rest of her body. I decided that a delicate caress of her lips would have to do instead. Gently moistening a finger in my mouth, I traced the outline of her sealed outer lips. She purred like a kitten and, as she became even more aroused, her lips began to part a little. I continued to run my finger around her outer lips, and she whimpered in anticipation, begging me to slide my fingers inside her. Instead, I removed my hand from her crotch and backed away, crawling across my small tent to my bag which I had stashed in the porch way. Throwing back the cover, I loosened the securing strap and extracted an almost full bottle of red wine. Tipping my head back, I poured a little of the liquid from the bottle. It spilled onto my chin, then trickled down my neck until it reached me chest. There it split into two streams, one running down each of my nipples. It ran out as it reached my navel, the last drops collecting in my belly button. I crawled back over to Danielle, who had been watching me with lust in her eyes as I'd poured the wine all over myself. Putting the open bottle down next to the head of the bed, I encouraged her to sit up and pulled her head towards my face. There, she pressed her lips to my chin, and began following the sticky red trail down my neck, sucking the wine up off my skin. I whimpered as she reached my nipples. Licking over the small bullets and round my areolas with her rough tongue, she lapped up the sticky fluid from my breasts. Once she'd licked and sucked her way all over my body, leaving nothing but a light pink stain where the wine had been, I rolled over so I was on top got up on my knees, straddling her. Picking up the bottle, I poured a considerable amount of the wine onto her right breast. It spilled over the sides, some of it running into the channel between her breasts, and some onto her chest and her belly. Some of it dripped further onto the built in groundsheet of my tent. I would have to wash that later, but I wasn't worried at the moment. Right now all I wanted to do was lap up all that wine. I started by drinking up from the river running between her breasts, then licked and sucked the sticky mess from her nipple and areola. Danielle moaned and whimpered as my rough tongue lapped at her wet tits, and my lips tugged at her nipples. After a few minutes I had licked up as much as I could, and Danielle's right breast was stained a light pink colour. I had consumed the equivalent of about a quarter to a half glass of wine, but there was still more that I wanted to do with the fruity liquid. Moving lower down Danielle's body, I held the bottle out over Danielle's hairless, wet pussy, and gently spilled a couple of drops from the bottle. She shuddered as they hit her exposed clit and trickled down the side. One disappeared into the folds around her clit and the other travelled down the edge of her lip then fell inside her pussy. I lowered my head into her crotch and probed around her folds with my tongue, looking for the elusive drop of wine that was hidden there. After a moment I located it, and lapped it up, taking some of Danielle's natural juices along with it. Next, I spread her lips open and poured a little of the wine round the edges of her opening. Some of it trickled down inside her, while some remained around her entrance creating a miniature waterfall of wine. Danielle murmured at the sensation of the liquid tricking into her. She lowered a hand to her pussy and ran a finger round her lips, gathering some of it up. Then she raised it to her mouth and licked it off, sticking out her tongue and running her wet finger along it as she gazed into my eyes seductively. With the wine all cleaned up from the entrance to Danielle's pussy, all I had left to do before passing the bottle over to her was finish off the liquid still inside her. Getting back down beneath her legs, I opened my mouth wide and attached it to her pussy like a leach. Then, sticking my tongue out, I began licking at the bits she had missed with her own finger, before slipping just inside her entrance and lapping up the drops that were still dripping. When she was clean, or as clean as I could make her, I buried my tongue inside her as far as it would go and began lapping up the contents of her pussy. I was surprised how pleasant it tasted, as both flavours seemed to complement each other. Definitely something I would want to try again. Excited gasps and sighs were coming from Danielle's mouth as I drank from the cup between her legs. When I'd drunk as much as I could, I got up and offered the bottle to Danielle. "Don't drink too much," I said with a wink, as I licked the mixture of girl cum and red wine from my lips. She sat up as I handed the bottle towards her, and was in a kneeling position in front of me by the time she took it off me. We were now both kneeling and facing each other, me with my hands on my knees and Danielle holding the bottle in both hands. The young blonde began by pouring some of the wine onto my breasts as I had done with her, but this time it came from above, and just stained the tips before trickling off to land on my folded knees. As soon as she saw how much she was wasting, Danielle licked up the trail from the bottom of my tit, and then held her tongue out beneath my nipple, collecting the rest in her mouth as it dribbled of me. After a few seconds, she moved the bottle away, and engulfed my nipple in her mouth. I thought she'd been drinking the wine as it poured off me, but I'd been wrong. She'd kept it in her mouth, and as she sucked on my nipple, she was also bathing it in the thick, red liquid. After a few moments of washing both my nipples in this way, she moved back and gently pushed at my chest, indicating that she wanted me to lie down. She couldn't speak as she still had her mouth full, both with the wine and with her mouths own juices that had formed as she sucked. Being unable to swallow without also swallowing the mouthful of wine, she now had almost as much saliva in her mouth as she had grape juice. I lay back on the roll mat as she indicated, and she lay down on top of me, her full mouth poised over my right nipple. Then she parted her lips slightly, and allowed a thin stream of the saliva and red wine mixture to dribble down onto my hardened nipples. I trembled with pleasure at this disgustingly erotic act, coming from a girl who I had earlier thought looked so sweet and innocent. After leaving a generous amount of the liquid dripping down my nipples, she backed off and returned to a kneeling position. She tried to smile at me, but this was difficult as she still had her mouth tightly sealed up. There was still some of the mixture in her mouth. The wine ran down my nipples and spread over my areolas, moving much more slowly than it had before since it had been thickened by the saliva content. Danielle shuffled backwards on her knees, her eyes locked on my face and my heaving tits as I looked at her and the thick mess running down my chest. When she was half way down my body she stopped and lowered herself again, her mouth now hovering over my twitching excited pussy. My clit had been completely exposed due to the excitement caused by Danielle's saliva and wine mixture on my tits. I groaned as the thick liquid dribbled from her mouth again, landing on my hard, sensitive pearl like syrup on a scoop of ice cream. Lustonbury Festival Ch. 04 I must have ended up drinking more wine than I thought, because I don't remember very much after that. I think Danielle scooped up the mixture from my tits and let me suck it off her fingers, or I might have wiped it off myself, and licked it from my own hands. I do know that she was the one who got it off my clit, or rather out of my pussy as the mess had trickled down and covered most of my crotch area. Danielle's rough tongue lapping up the thick, sticky goo from my clit and lips quickly brought me to a juicy, wet orgasm, and it was that that I remembered with a smile as I awoke this morning. I was actually awoken by the sensation of a hand briefly touching my left breast, before quickly being drawn away. I smiled at the memory of our activities the previous night. "For someone who's never done it before, you seemed quite . . . . . . . knowledgeable," I said, without opening my eyes. I got no response, but instead heard the girl begin to rummage about through the clothes that were scattered around the tent. I knew now of them would be hers, though. Apart from the knickers she had been wearing last night, of course. And what about her bra? I couldn't remember whether the lover we had briefly shared the night before had removed her bra, or just pulled the cups from her tits. Either way, there wouldn't be enough of her clothing in my tent to cover her modesty. Not that her modesty would need to be covered, of course. I knew that most of the people outside would still be engaged in similar activities to last night, and if she did put any clothes on they'd just be ripped off again in moments of her getting outside. Danielle continued her futile search for something to wear, and now I was sure I could hear the distinct sound of crying. I struggled into a sitting position, ready to crawl over to her and see what was wrong, when I heard a familiar voice calling from somewhere outside. "Danielle? Danielle, where are you?" It was Kyle, Danielle's boyfriend, out there somewhere, looking for her. The girl scrambled for the door of the tent. "Kyle!" she shouted, unzipping a small gap. "I'm in here." There must have been a reply, but I didn't hear it. Then Danielle continued, "Over here!" Undoing the zip further, she stuck her head out. I wasn't finished with her yet, though. I wanted to continue what me had started the night before, so I started to crawl after her. I was too late though, by the time I got to the door, she was already outside. Looking after her, I could see her with the man's arms round her, his tongue in her mouth and his hand groping her between the legs. * Epilogue The girl knelt in the open doorway of the tent, looking out at the young couple walking towards the gate that led out of the field. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a metal device that resembled a small microphone. It had a grilled cover on one end, and some kind of bulb or LED at the other and there were small buttons and switches all the way round. The girl pressed one of the buttons, and lifted the device to her mouth, speaking into the grilled end. "This is Operative 2471," she said. "The subjects are attempting to leave the area." "Are you able to get a lock on them?" The voice that came from the device was masculine, but contained no emotion. "Affirmative. But I'll have to hurry. I may not have much time." She pressed the button again to close the channel, then crept out of the tent. The girl was completely naked, but this didn't bother her. Most of the other people in the field were too, and they were also deeply engrossed in carnal activities. It would be extremely unlikely that they would notice what was about to happen. She watched the young couple as they made their way towards the gate, the girl just as naked as she was, but the young man fully dressed. She followed them a little to make sure she stayed in range, though she kept her distance to avoid being seen. She had spent the entire previous night with the girl, and didn't want to be recognized. Bringing the instrument up again, she pointed the opposite end in the direction of the young couple, and pressed another button. A red laser dot appeared on the girl, just to the side of her left nipple. The girl holding the device spoke into the other end, which she was holding in front of her mouth. "Target lock established," she said. "Ready for transfer." The young man had one hand low on the girl's back, almost touching her naked rear, and the other hand on the latch of the gate, ready to open it. Suddenly a slither of bright light, about the width of a door, appeared on the ground just in front of them. It rose up, as if it were an invisible door leading into a room of intense, blinding light, a rectangle of pure white energy standing right in front of the young couple. It was hardly there a second, then it closed again, leaving no sign that it had ever been there at all. The young couple, however, were gone. The young woman switched off the device, and turned to head back towards her tent. She suddenly felt something trickling between her legs, and looked down. A thick, red liquid was oozing out of her pussy. Reaching down with a finger, she scooped up a little of the goo, and sucked it into her mouth. It was red wine, though it was a little thicker than usual. "Look's like she missed a bit," she said, sticking her finger back inside herself in the hope of finding some more.