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The Festival Ch. 01

By: deepblue32



It was only when Jen looked up from reading the dare I had to do and fixed me with an evil grin that I knew this was going to get out of hand. Till then it had just been four friends having a laugh, but Jen's expression told me that that was about to change.

"So, what is it?" said Amy.

"OK, guys," said Jen, looking at Amy and Ste, before fixing her gaze back on me. "Nick has to kiss someone's right nipple." She paused to lift an eyebrow ever so slightly. "Now. Who's he going to choose?"

There was silence as three pairs of eyes turned to look at me. I wasn't prepared for this. Who would I pick? I knew who I wanted to pick. It was the girl sitting opposite me, holding a crumpled up piece of paper, and clearly enjoying my dilemma. But if I chose Jen it could cause all sorts of problems. 

I was pretty sure Ste wouldn't mind me seeing his girlfriend's tits and even kissing one of her nipples. I'd seen him checking out Amy in the past, and from his expression right now he looked like he was quite happy with the way this game was turning out. 

I wasn't so sure about Amy though. We'd been together for three years and we'd talked about this sort of thing. We'd even talked about doing it with Jen and Ste, but she'd always been a bit reluctant, so I'd never pushed it any further.

But now, here we were. It was two in the morning, we were in a motor home at the Glastonbury festival, and I had to make a choice.

I guess I'd kind of thought something like this might happen at the festival. Jen and I had been flirting with each other for as long as we'd known each other. After one particularly big night out on the town she'd even announced to the three of us that she really fancied me. We'd all been crashed out in their garden, staring at the stars and passing round a spliff, and either no one else had heard it or everyone had just pretended not to hear it. 

It had got me thinking though. I was definitely attracted to her. She was 30, the same age as me, with straight black hair that came down to her shoulders, a great, well toned figure and breasts that I'd guessed were 34C. Her habitual expression was a half smile, like she'd got a joke that no one knew about. The thing though that always got my attention was her full, dark red lips, the kind of lips that always look like they're waiting to be kissed. 

But she was one of Amy's best friends, and I was in love with Amy so nothing had happened between me and Jen. I'd thought about it a lot, and once or twice when we'd been out in nightclubs, talking into each other's ears so we could be heard above the music, cheeks brushing against each other as we moved, and her hands resting gently on my leg, I'd found myself getting hard and looking at her lips as I talked. Something had always happened to snap us out of it, and I'd gone home and fucked Amy senseless.

And we did a lot of that. Don't get me wrong, Amy and I were in love with each other and we great in the sack together. She's far and away the most beautiful girl I've ever slept with. Three years younger than me, with wavy strawberry blonde hair, perfect features and golden complexion, liquid green eyes, 34D breasts that hardly need a bra to stay up, and long legs that end in the most perfect ass you could imagine, she is most men's idea of a perfect woman.

More than that, I was really in love with her. I didn't want to do anything to hurt her. But I had to make a choice. Whose nipple would I lick? And what would happen after that?

It probably wouldn't matter that much, I told myself. I mean we were all so wasted we wouldn't remember any of it. We'd spent the day drinking beer and chilling out in the sun watching bands, and then in the evening had livened ourselves up with a bit of MDMA powder and had danced to The Chemical Brothers before heading back to our motorhome. 

The motorhome had been Amy's idea. She hated camping but really liked festivals. At first we'd agreed to do it just to humour Amy, but that morning when we'd woken up in our beds, had showers, and then walked past the huge queue of people waiting to use the campsite showers we'd all begun to think Amy's idea might not have been such a bad one after all. 

It had also meant that when we got back still buzzed up from the music and the MDMA we could sit around the table, have a few more drinks, and play some cards. 

We were playing sevens which I'd always thought was a good game to get myself to sleep when I'd had too much coke. It's ok but pretty boring after a couple of hands. Jen obviously thought the same, as after a couple of hands she'd suggested we spice it up a bit by adding some dares for the loser to do. We'd all written out three dares, and put them in the middle. Mine had been pretty tame -- downing a shot of vodka, pretending to be a dog for the next round, and swapping an item of clothing with the person on your right.

Someone, though, had put in a few more interesting dares. And this had got me into my dilemma. I looked into Amy's beautiful green eyes, and tried to work out if I could get away with picking Jen. She wasn't really giving anything away. She was just looking at me neutrally. She didn't seem shocked by the idea but she wasn't exactly encouraging me to take it a step further. I had a feeling she could get into these more interesting dares, but I didn't want to take it too far too quickly.

Then I had a brainwave.

"I choose......" I looked from Amy to Jen, keeping them in suspense, letting them think about how it would feel to have my tongue curled around their nipples, my lips gently pulling at them, making it erect. "I choose................Ste."

They all burst out laughing. 

"I never knew you felt like this," said Ste, smiling as he lifted up his t-shirt. "Come on then, big boy. Come and get it." I leant over and gave his right nipple a quick peck.

"Come on then," said Amy, grinning at me "Let's play another round." 

We did and Ste lost. He got my vodka dare and downed it without complaint. Then I lost the next one and had to tell everyone my most embarrassing moment. Once everyone had stopped laughing at my story, Jen pointed out that we were running out of dares, and suggested we write some more.

"Ok," I said. "And this time I'm going to get even with whoever put in that nipple one." 

"You mean you didn't put it in?" said Ste, looking genuinely shocked.

"No. You did, didn't you?"

"No. I thought you did." He looked like he was serious. As the implication of this sank in we turned to look at our girlfriends. They we busy writing on their bits of paper, so, exchanging a quick grin, Ste and I started doing the same."

Finally, one of the girls lost the next round. It was Jen and I read it out: "Kiss someone on the lips for a minute." 

She didn't waste any time in selecting a victim. She leant over straightaway and planted her lips right on my girlfriend's. Amy's eyes flew wide open, but she didn't stop Jen. I knew she'd kissed a few girls before, but I'd never seen her do it. Before long they were both getting into it, holding each other's heads, tongues and lips meshed together, and I could feel my cock getting stiff. Ste and I were so caught up in the action that we forgot to time a minute.

All too soon they stopped. Jen moved back to her seat and began shuffling the cards, with a big smile on her face. From the way her nipples were poking through her tight t-shirt I figured Amy had enjoyed it too. I lost the next round. Sevens really isn't my game. 

The dare was to strip down to my underwear. I knew this would cause me a few problems, as my cock still hadn't gone down after watching Jen and Amy kissing, and, with only my boxers on, it was going to be very obvious. I thought about backing out and taking the two shots of gin penalty, but then I thought what the hell, and pulled off my shirt. 

The other three started cheering and clapping. This grew even louder when my jeans came off and I stood there my cock making a tent inside my boxers. I sat down and started to deal, hoping I wouldn't lose the next one. 

I didn't. Amy lost it and had to sing us Happy Birthday in the style of Marilyn Monro. When she sidled up to me and started rubbing my bare chest, as she carried on singing sexily and breathily way, my cock started to throb. I think she saw it as she smiled and moved round to give Ste the same treatment. 

She also lost the next one. I was starting to think she was losing them on purpose. Her dare was the same as the last one I'd had: to strip down to her underwear. 

"Who put all these in?" asked Jen, laughing.

Ste and I looked at each other and shook our heads. It wasn't us.

"Well it wasn't me," said Jen. 

We all turned to look at Amy who was grinning broadly at us all. "Oh come on," she said. "You're only young once." She the pulled her t-shirt over her head, showing us her perfect tits encased in a black lacy bra. She pushed them together, obviously enjoying Ste's reaction. Then she stood up and started unbuttoning her jeans. She turned around and pulled down her jeans, showing us her smooth long golden legs, and leaving tiny just black panties which were barely covering her pussy. 

She was obviously much more into this game than I'd suspected. 

The atmosphere in the motorhome was suddenly more tense. I think we all realised just how far this game could go. No one though seemed to want to stop. Ste suggested we write some more dares. We could hear other people at the festival still partying, but our room was silent except for the sounds of our pencils scribbling away new dares. I wasn't sure how far to go with these, but I decided to take a risk and I wrote out a few that would make the rest of the game a little more interactive.

Jen picked up the old unused dares and tossed them aside, leaving only the ones we'd just written. I was glad. Spending a minute barking like a dog would have seemed pretty tame now.

Jen was starting dealing the cards when Amy said: "Hey, wait a minute. This is unfair. Nick and I are both nearly naked and you two have still got all your clothes on. How about we even it up a bit?"

"No fair," said Jen. "You lost your clothes on a dare. We shouldn't lose our's just like that."

Amy pouted and sat back. I thought quickly. "How about you both strip down to the same as us, and we do an extra dare each?"

"Ok," said Ste. Jen shrugged.

"Go on then," said Amy. "Let's see what you've got."

As we watched our friends strip for us I felt Amy's hand on my leg under the table. She ran it up my thigh, into my shorts and onto my rigid cock. She kept looking at Ste and Jen, but I heard her catch her breath as she touched my nine inches and started slowly wanking me off. 

I was more turned on than I'd ever been in my life. My stunning girlfriend was running her soft hand up and down my cock, while I watched Jen, the girl I'd lusted after for three years, get virtually naked. It was all I could do to stop myself coming there and then. Jen noticed me moan a little and smiled. 

"You enjoying the show, Nick?" she said while placing one foot on the table and running her fingers slowly up her legs, along the inside of her thighs, past her white panties and up over her breasts, stopping for a second or two to circle her nipples through the fabric of her bra. 

"So, what's your forfeit, Amy?" she said.

Amy opened one up and breathed in deeply. It made her tits jut out even further and I wanted to grab them there and then. I wanted to tear off her bra and slide my cock between them. 

"I've got to take someone into the bedroom for five minutes." "Who?" said Ste, a little too eagerly.

"My choice," said Amy.

"So, who'll it be?" asked Jen.

Amy stood up, and moved behind me, running her hands down my pecs, over my abs, and then past the elastic of my boxers. Jen and Ste could see exactly what she was doing, as she grabbed hold of my prick and squeezed it. Over my shoulder she breathed out the name of the lucky person who'd spend five minutes with her in the bedroom: "Ste."

A broad grin spread across his face and he jumped up towards the bedroom, holding the door open for Amy, who sauntered in not even looking back. 

As they shut the door, Jen and I turned to look at each other. I was feeling a little jealous of Ste. I wanted to know what he was going to do in there with my half naked girlfriend. Then I realised that I was in here with his half naked girlfriend. 

"Well......?" She left it hanging there.

"Well." I didn't know what to do. I mean it's not everyday you find yourself in this situation. Would you have known what to do? 

Fortunately Jen did. She crawled over the benches towards me, and then sat herself on my lap, her legs either side of me, her pussy pushing against the length of my cock, and her hands around my neck. She smiled at me and looked at my lips. I did the same. Then she leant forwards. But instead of going to kiss my lips as I though she would she leant towards my ear. I could feel her breasts on my chest and her warm pussy next to my throbbing cock.

"I want to fuck you," she whispered into my ear.

It was all I needed to hear. While she began to kiss my neck I reached up and unclasped her bra. As I pulled it away she leant back to expose her tits to me. They were smaller than Amy's but with swollen nipples that were just begging to be sucked. I leant down to do just that and she arched her back to bring them up to my mouth. I filled my hand with one breast as I licked and sucked the other. Then I lifted my head and looked at her lips. They were slightly parted and wet. Finally, I thought, I can kiss them. I ran my hand through her silky hair and moved my lips towards hers.

"No," she said, leaning back. "No kissing. Just fucking."

I made a noise of frustration. For years I'd been looking at those lips, imagining tasting them, feeling them. I was so close but still so far.

It wasn't all bad though. Getting up from my lap, Jen pulled my boxer shorts down to my ankles. She jumped back as my cock sprang up towards her. 

"My God, Nick!" she said and started to giggle.

"What?" I said.

"Nothing. It's just so.......just so........." She didn't finish the sentence, just knelt down between my legs and licked my shaft from the balls to the tip. Then wrapping her fingers round the base she slid the head in between those gorgeous lips. 

It felt incredible. I decided I could live without kissing her lips, if this was what I got instead. I sat back and enjoyed the sensations as Jen sucked my cock into her mouth, taking it as far down her throat as she could, then lifting right off it to look at its full length, before licking it all the way up and down again.

My enjoyment of Jen's oral technique was interrupted by noises from the bedroom. It was the unmistakable sound of Amy having an orgasm. Jen didn't stop to listen. She just reached down and started stroking her pussy through her knickers while moaning onto my cock. When she looked up at me, an expression in her eyes that said "I'm loving sucking your cock and before tonight's over I'm going to put it deep in my pussy, you lucky bastard," I started to feel my balls boil. I put my hands on her head, closed my eyes and said: "I'm about to come. Don't stop."

"Hey you two, five minutes is up!" said Ste.

Jen pulled her mouth off my dick as Amy and Ste walked back into the room.

I groaned loudly, but it was no good. Jen had stood up and was moving back to her seat opposite me. Once there she sat staring at my pulsating cock her eyes filled with raw lust. 

Amy sat next to me. Her underwear was back on but her chest was flushed. If I hadn't heard her moaning, I could have told she'd just come from that sign. She leant over and kissed me, then sat down. Ste sat on the other side of me looking very pleased with himself.

"What's your dare then?" said my girlfriend.

I'd almost forgotten about the game, but she was right. I had to do one more dare before we got back to the cards. I reached into the pile of folded paper and pulled one out. 

It was one I'd written myself, and as I read it I felt my balls tighten even further. 

"Direct your own porn film. Use the other three as actors."

They all laughed, and Amy said: "That's a good one. Who wrote it?"

I owned up. "Well you should know what you're doing. How do you want us, Mr Director?"

It suddenly occurred to me that it might be a good idea to check everyone was ok with how this was going. While I was pretty sure they were all up for it, I thought their reactions would give me a good idea of how far I could go. Plus it would give me time to think of what I wanted them to do.

"You all sure you're ok with this?" I asked.

Jen just smiled and nodded. Ste said: "You kidding?" Amy said: "Yes. Definitely. Just tell me what to do."

I figured I could go a long way with these actors.

"Well, the first thing for any porn film is that the actors are all naked," I said. "So, come on get your kit off."

Straightaway Ste pulled off his boxer shorts, revealing a cock that was a little shorter than mine but just as thick and just as hard. His head was purple and I could actually see it throbbing. I knew how he felt. 

Next Amy took off her bra. 

"My God, girl!" said Jen, incredulously. "They don't sag at all. You bitch." "Your's aren't too bad either, you know," replied Amy with a grin.

"You're both fucking gorgeous," I interrupted. "Now get the rest off." I was impatient to get to the action.

They both complied, peeling off their panties. Amy's golden bush contrasted well with Jen's dark strip. I was starting to wish I'd brought a camcorder so I could really film this.

"Now," I said, rubbing my hands, my dick waving in front of me. "It's traditional to start with some girl on girl action. You two seemed pretty good at making out together earlier on so why don't you go back to that."

Jen and Amy moved together and started kissing passionately. Without any prompting from me they started exploring each other's bodies with their hands, squeezing each other's tits and stroking backs and arms and legs, before Amy parted her legs, allowing Jen to slide a finger down into her pussy. Then Amy did the same. 

Ste and I watched entranced, hands sliding slowly over our cocks as we watched our girlfriends fingering each other. Jen's mouth left Amy's and she kissed her way down to the blonde girl's erect nipple. Amy cried out as Jen bit gently into it. Jen's hot lips continued down her friend's body, over her tanned, flat stomach and towards where her finger was lightly strumming her clitoris.

"That's it," I said quietly, fearful of breaking the mood. "Lick her pussy."

Without a pause, Jen did just that. Turning to give us a perfect view she stuck out her tongue and licked the length of Amy's pink, wet pussy. With the tip of her tongue she started applying pressure to Amy's clit. Amy's moans became louder and higher pitched.

"Amy, lick Jen's pussy," I ordered. Amy looked up at me. Her green eyes on fire with passion, and perhaps just a hint of fear. I knew she'd never done this before. I smiled at her and nodded and Jen gave her added encouragement by licking her clit even further and now plunging two fingers in her sopping wet hole. Amy cried out and stuck her face into Jen's pussy. 

Ste and I watched for a minute or two while the girls ate each other out, the silence broken only by muffled moans and the occasional shout from the revellers outside. I was so close to coming that I had to stop touching my dick.

"Ok, it's time for Ste to join in," I said, my voice hoarse with lust. 

He walked over to the girls, his hand still on his cock. 

"Jen I want you to suck the end of his cock. Amy I want you to lick his balls."

He groaned as they went to work, bathing his cock and balls with their lips and tongues. He reached down to feel their tits and to push his girlfriend's head deeper onto his pole. 


The Festival Ch. 01



Set in the near future, this is the first of a projected 3-4 part series recording preparations for an annual celebration known as the Festival, or Initiation, in which young girls who have come of age are debuted into the community as sexual beings. This is my journal of events as I prepared my first daughter, Jenny, for her Festival.

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George Ramer had already had three daughters take top placement in three previous Festivals, and had built a successful business coaching other fathers in the finer points of preparing their own daughters for their big night. His services included exercise and nutrition programming, movement coaching and choreography, grooming advice, and psychological coaching for both the father and the daughter in order to develop the winning attitude about this momentous event. He lived in Yarrow, a town about twenty miles from ours, and so, since he didn't compete in Stonewall, I had signed up with four other fathers for a special service he was providing this year. 

Ramer's fourth daughter, Lilly, had turned 18 a week ago, and she was in the final stages of preparation for the Yarrow Festival next month. Ramer had used this as an opportunity to present a lecture series which gave fathers from other towns an opportunity to observe Lilly's development and training as the Festival grew nearer. Once every three months we gathered at the Ramer house and soaked in all the information we could from George over snacks and drinks, and engaged in question-and-answer sessions with him and Lilly. 

Each month had a different focus--previous sessions had covered Evaluating the Strengths and Weaknesses of Your Daughter (a frank and honest assessment of every inch of her body, which laid the foundation for a successful winning strategy), Basic Exercise and Diet Guidelines, Choosing the Talent Portion of Your Daughter's Routine, and Designing the Photo Portfolio. It had been fascinating to watch Lilly grow up before our eyes and become a formidably beautiful young woman who was sure to take top marks next month. Needless to say, we were all glad none of us were competing against the Ramers. 

Tonight was the last lecture of the series, and would cover final preparations for the Festival, as well as things to expect and things to avoid in the last weeks and days before the big event. The Ramer's den was well lit, with comfortable leather chairs, a large pool table, and a small bar across from the entertainment center, and the assembled fathers talked excitedly in low tones as George joined us from upstairs and motioned for silence.

"Thank you all for coming out tonight, gentlemen, for our last lecture in our special series on preparing your daughter for her Festival. I hope the last year was useful to all of you, and that my Lilly was a helpful learning aid. Sometimes things make more sense when you can see them and touch them then when they are just abstract concepts." We all nodded enthusiastically and voiced our appreciation with applause. Ramer held up his hand.

"I'm glad to have been of service. Good luck to you all this year. Now let's get down to business. Tonight we are going to cover some last considerations as the Festival gets close. Lilly, why don't you come in here now?"

Instantly the door to the spare room off the den opened, and Lilly walked up to join her father. She was a breathtaking blonde, about five-foot-six, with curvaceous hips and a well-formed, but not over-large, bust. She was wearing cobalt-blue strappy heels and a matching silk bathrobe that ended just below her mid-thigh. 

"As always, gentlemen, feel free to ask questions as we go. This is your time, and I want to make sure we cover things that will be useful to you--but let's get started here. You'll notice that Lilly has very natural makeup on. This tends to play well with the judges; I can get you a couple recommendations for artists if you need to hire someone to do this. Just remember, don't go overboard with the blush or the eye shadow."

Lilly stood tall and motionless beside her father as he spoke, smiling at each of us individually, her hands clasped gently in front of her, hinting at only the slightest bit of shyness. 

"We're also going to keep her hair fairly natural, focusing on lots of volume and liveliness," George continued, moving behind his daughter and loosening the bow that had held her rich blond curls back in a ponytail and letting them fall about her shoulders.

"Now, Lilly's been keeping up with her exercise regimen and diet, and she's looking fantastic. Obviously different girls are going to have different body types, but to place in the top three, you're almost certainly going to want good arm tone, curvy-but-not-chubby legs, and a little stomach definition. Let's take a look at Lilly, here." With that, Ramer reached around to the front of Lilly's bathrobe, untied the sash, and then eased the robe off her shoulders. Lilly blushed, but we were impressed to see her retain control of her instincts and allow her father to undress her in front of us. He had obviously trained her extremely well. 

Beneath the robe Lilly was wearing a panty and bra set of the same dark blue. Both garments were constructed primarily of lace, with a tiny bit of solid blue fabric conveniently appearing in front of the very bottom of her vagina, just concealing the exact spot all our eyes had immediately sought. Her breasts were not so lucky, however, and we could clearly see her aureoles and her nipples, which pressed insistently against the intricate and insubstantial fabric. 

Her body was a dream, and Ramer was going on about the finer details of her abs, her shoulders, and her hips; it sounded like he was underwater, though, as we devoured her with our eyes. I snapped back to reality as he began discussing the choice of lingerie, gesturing toward his daughter's breasts.

"...ensure you get her bra fitted properly. You need sufficient support, and you don't want any overflow. Lilly is just a B cup, so she does fine in a lighter, less heavily constructed bra like this." As he spoke, Ramer slipped his index fingers into the tops of the lacy cups of his daughter's bra to demonstrate that the sheer fabric hid nothing. "Slightly smaller breasts are actually an advantage at times, because you can highlight them more effectively in nearly transparent numbers like she's wearing. Believe me, the judges won't complain about getting a preview of her nipples. A girl with a larger bust would be forced to wear much more substantial pieces; while certain judges might prefer bigger breasts on a girl in general, that girl won't have the option of this 'x-ray' view, so to speak. Remember, it's all about working with what you've got."

We were taking notes furiously while trying not to take our eyes off the luscious bit of girl-flesh in front of us. Ramer then took his daughter by the shoulders and turned her around to show us her rear view. The panties turned out to be a thong, and Lilly's amazing backside was greeted by soft hoots and whistles.

"Speaking of which," Ramer smiled, "this is our secret weapon right here. Lilly's butt is obviously spectacular, and we are able to use a thong to emphasize the firmness and curvature of her glutes." Keeping one hand on her shoulder, he ran the other down to the small of her back and applied a light pressure.

"Let's pop that a little more, sweetie," he commanded, and she instantly complied by arching her back and raising her butt slightly into the air. "Good girl," Ramer said, patting her lightly on the butt, then running a finger under the thong where it emerged from between her cheeks and tugging lightly on it.

"If your girl isn't as blessed as Lilly, then regular panties or even boy shorts may be the best bet. We talked about some of your girls last time, and I think we came up with some good strategies. Make sure if you go with the thong, that it isn't too skimpy from the front--remember, the initial judging is looking for a more chaste style. Then, when you turn her around during the promenade, this type of rear side will cause a real stir." 

Releasing the thong, he turned his daughter back around to face us, and indicated her breasts once more.

"Now let's talk about your daughters' breasts. When the bra comes off, you need to be sure that her nipples are erect and clearly visible, unless she has 'puffies.' Regardless, it has been clearly established that well-defined areolas score better." 

As he talked, Ramer unclasped Lilly's bra and began easing the straps down her arms, loosening the cups from her breasts and finally removing the lacy bit of fabric altogether. Lilly flushed even more, and her arms wandered toward her magnificent breasts in an attempt to cover herself, even though she knew she shouldn't. Without missing a beat, Ramer took her wrists and guided her hands down to her sides, holding them there firmly until he felt his daughter stop resisting. Lilly demonstrated she was prepared to control herself by standing up a little straighter and pushing her chest out toward her appreciative audience, smiling sweetly and allowing us to enjoy the sight of her perfectly sculpted bosom. Releasing her wrists, Ramer resumed his discussion of the finer points of breast presentation.

"As I was saying, clearly defined areolas tend to score better. Lilly is of a naturally pale complexion, and her areolas are normally relatively faint. The color you see here is some very light rouge. You must ensure you have a color that will compliment your daughters' skin tone, and the effect must be subtle. When done correctly, as you can see here, it looks natural and draws the eye to the your young girl's nipples very effectively. I use a small bit of cloth and apply several light layers until the desired effect is achieved."

A hand was raised in the audience. 

'Yes, Ted?'

"What if you accidentally color outside the lines, so-to-speak?"

"Good question. Make sure you have a makeup remover on hand, of course. But honestly you'll get the best results by not making a mistake in the first place. Steady Tawnya's breast from underneath by grasping it like this, and apply the rouge in small, circular strokes starting at the nipple and working your way out. You shouldn't have any problems. Any other questions? Yes, Graham?"

"Yeah, what about nipples? When I did the evaluation you taught us several months ago on my Rachael, I realized her nipples are not really prominent, even when they're erect--what do you recommend? I mean, Lilly's are magnificent. I'm really concerned now; if any of the girls my Rachael's going up against look like that, we may have problems."

"Good question, Graham," Ramer said, moving to Lilly's side and cupping her left breast in his hand. "My second-oldest, Sarah, had the same problem. I tried everything on that girl to get her nipples to pop, and nothing really worked--I mean ice, pressure, suction. Nothing got her high-beams turned on, if you know what I mean. It's just the way her breasts are. So I used a little lip gloss on the night of the Festival. Just a touch along the top surface of her nipples, right along here. The gloss caught the stage lights, and you could see her little nips all the way from the back of the theater! We took second that year. So try that, and let me know how it goes."

When all the questions had been answered, Ramer knelt down beside his daughter.

"Now, one of the tougher choices you're going to have to make is how you groom your girl's pubic area. A lot rides on this, and the decision needs to take into account the amount and color of her hair, your choice of panties, and how her genitals are shaped. Using Lilly's vagina as an example, let's take some time to study what I'm talking about. Pull your chairs up closer if you need to; I want to make sure you can see clearly."

As he spoke, he grasped the waistband of Lilly's thong, and eased it down to her ankles. With a hand on her father's shoulder, she stepped daintily out of her underwear, keeping her legs together in a ladylike fashion. The preceding events had made her realize she was going to be expected to be naked for our benefit, and she had evidently resigned herself to her fate. Fighting the urge to cover herself, she stood with her hands at her side, her pussy on full display as the crowning exhibit of her completely exposed body. She had a perfectly shaved landing strip about an inch wide running from the top of her slit. Ramer remained crouched beside his daughter and proceeded to instruct us on his methodology. 

"Lilly has well-sculpted genitals, with the entire length of her clitoral hood clearly evident. I find it useful to classify vaginas into three main types: the first and simplest is the biform, often called the 'clamshell,' or 'peach slit.' In this type, the outer labia completely conceal the girl's clitoris, and the viewer sees only a smooth surface from the mons down to the bottom of the vagina. Sometimes this will feature a rather long slit that traverses a considerable length of the mound; other girls will in fact be nearly featureless from the front and have only a slight hint of bifurcation at the very bottom.

"The second type, which Lilly is displaying for us here, is the triform. She doesn't have "fat" lips; rather she is relatively narrow, with her outer labia distinct from her inner thighs, and forming a well-proportioned and well-defined trio with her clitoris--from side to side, you can clearly see labia, clit, labia. 

"The third type is the poly-form, or compound vagina; this category covers the wide variety of vaginas which feature prominent labia minora, and large or highly visible clitorises. 

"Every girl's vagina is going to be unique, but you want to be sure that you choose a grooming strategy that will be most flattering for your daughter's particular style of pussy. Some of your daughters will have little peach- or clamshell pussies, just a little slit between two smooth outer labia. That style is considered very girlish, innocent even, and is usually best presented with a complete absence of hair. It's going to make your 18-year-old look several years younger, but that's fine. You can compliment that with your choice in wardrobe and makeup. 

"For your girls with more dramatic inner labia which are visible from her standing position, you have two main options: you can trim most of her hair and leave it in the natural wide v-shape covering her entire mound; or you can go hairless, and try tucking her inner lips inside her outer set before she puts on her panties. She'll basically look like she has the "innocent" pussy type while she's on her feet, and then later you'll have the opportunity to do a dramatic reveal of her long labia by spreading her and allowing them to unfurl for the judges like a flower in bloom. I've seen this work with tremendous success several times, in particular Allison Tyroll two years ago.

"Now, with Lilly's vagina, I could have gone with a complete shave, Brazilian style, as you often see with triform vaginas in porn; but since her clitoris is so visible and attractive, I chose to accent that little strip of flesh nestled between her lips with this little strip of hair." Ramer extended his index and middle finger and, after aligning them vertically and positioning them over his daughter's landing strip, then gently and easily slid them between her legs, nestling them against the length of Lilly's labia, the base of his fingers resting against her clitoris as he continued:

"Notice her landing strip is precisely the width of the gap formed between Lilly's legs when she is standing up straight and ladylike. It draws attention to her clitoris and creates a visual rhythm which effectively frames the cleanly delineated lines of my daughter's external genitalia." Lilly had gasped slightly as her father's fingers made contact with her vagina, and as he talked her eyes closed, she bit her bottom lip, and we were almost certain that she began to rock ever-so-imperceptibly against his hand, taking advantage of his hands-on educational technique to quietly masturbate herself. Ramer took no notice and abruptly withdrew his fingers, causing Lilly to pout momentarily. A few knowing chuckles went round the room.

A hand went up.

"What about vaginal jewelry, or highlighting her clitoris?"

"Good question, Mark," Ramer nodded, "I don't usually recommend jewelry, first off. It's more distraction than accent, in my opinion. It can cause problems with your daughter's sensitivity down there as well. All the same, some judges have certainly seemed to favor it on some girls. At the very least, for goodness' sake don't try to pierce her clitoris or labia yourself. Hire a qualified professional to make sure it's done properly, safely, and with minimal trauma to your daughter's girl bits. It's going to hurt her like hell no matter what, though. 

"I have, though, seen highlighting work very well. What that means, for you gentlemen who aren't familiar, is just using some gloss, similar to what we were talking about with Graham's daughter's nipples, and applying it to your girl's clit. It adds a little shine that certainly catches the eye. If you think that your daughter's clit should get more attention from the judges, that might be a good idea. My daughters all have fairly prominent clitorises naturally, however, so I've not really experimented with that technique. Yes, Dave?"

"Yes, um, I'm not really sure how to classify my Shawna's vagina when it comes to grooming. It seems it could look good with several options of styling. Do you do house calls?" 

A laugh greeted this query, but Ramer smiled and nodded. "I do, Dave. I'll be in Stonewall next Tuesday; how about you and I drop by Shawna's school, and I'll be happy to take a look at what she's got between her legs and give you my considered opinion."

When it was evident there were no other questions on the topic, Ramer returned his attention to Lilly's vulva. Gripping her mound with his fingers and thumb on either side of her landing strip, he firmly pulled it up, exposing more of her vagina. Lilly's eyes grew wide and she let out a tiny whimper of pain and shock, spreading her legs slightly and thrusting her hips forward to allow her father to display more of her private parts to us. 

"Regardless of your final grooming choice, I recommend that you wax her down here," he said, running his index finger along both sides of her clitoris and outer labia to demonstrate the smoothness of her skin. "You don't want any stray hairs to disrupt this silky texture, and the judges will definitely show their appreciation." He released her pussy and patted it lightly as if to say, "Good girl," and stood up. 

"Alright, gentlemen, the last topic tonight is How to Prepare Your Daughter for Initiation. We all know that this can be a somewhat traumatic experience for a girl if she's not ready for it, and yet if you give her too much information, you can end up traumatizing her yourself. I've been fortunate with my daughters, and I'll give you my opinion on how best to get your girl excited about Initiation, and more importantly to think of it as just part of life. In fact, Lilly, why don't you tell the men what we've talked about?"

Lilly blushed again, her pale skin growing rosy all over her lovely naked body as she twisted her hands and crossed her legs shyly. "Well, you said that on Initiation night, I would be very special, and everyone would treat me really nice, and some of your friends would make me feel really good and make me be a grown-up woman." She frowned momentarily, pouting with her bottom lip. "Also that I would have to be naked in front of people. But I'm naked now," her face brightened, "and it's actually kind of fun! Do you men like to see me naked?"

She was answered by loud cries to the affirmative, and thus encouraged, she twirled around, stopped to face us, and coyly covered her pussy with her hand and giggling. 




The Festival Ch. 01



Ramer raised a hand to settle us down, and continued. "Good job, sweetheart. That's all correct. Now what I want to do is help you understand how daddy's friends are going to make you feel good, okay? It will help you get some practice at feeling good in this way, and it will help daddy's friends here tonight to see what you look like when you feel good."

As he said this, he drew his daughter by the hand to the pool table and helped her up onto it. Pointing to the middle of the felt, he had her lay down on her back with her arms at her sides and her legs outstretched, and motioned to us to gather round. We needed no second invitation, of course, and arranged ourselves around the table, Ramer at the end nearest Lilly's head. The pool-hall lamp above the table was bright but soft, perfectly illuminating every curve of the exquisite girl-body beneath it. Lilly seemed a little apprehensive, and raised her head as if to get up, but Ramer pressed her shoulders down to the felt and talked to her in calm tones for a moment, ordering her to relax and lie down. 

"Your daughters should all be fairly comfortable being naked in front of you after the past year or so, if you've been doing my program. Now, it's time to introduce them to touching in a more sexual manner, and let them see how enjoyable it can be. Until now, when I've touched Lilly while she's been naked, or touched her breasts, buttocks, or genitals, it has been in a brusque, impersonal fashion--to teach, train, guide, or discipline. When she's clothed I hug her and treat her like the daughter she's always been; but she's learned that when she's naked, I will treat her like a body, not a daughter. A body, that is, that needs to be developed and trained. You may have noticed that she began rubbing her vagina on my hand when I was discussing grooming; while a natural enough impulse--and certainly a very strong one-- I would normally have to discipline her for doing that while I was lecturing. Tonight, however, we have come to a new point in our training, and I'll let it go. 

"A young girl that is naked in front of men naturally becomes sexually aroused; it is instinctively impossible for her to avoid an acute awareness of the sexual nature of her position: stripped of any clothing covering and protecting her body, and especially her genitals, she takes on the role of nothing more than an inherently desirable sex object; her body will respond by preparing itself for copulation with any male that's ready for the job, even if she is not consciously knowledgeable of the mechanics of sex. Preventing those impulses from reaching culmination for the past year, while repeatedly putting her in such situations in front of you gentlemen, has wound Lilly up sexually to a very high pitch. She is starved for sexual contact, while having developed a strong taboo around gratifying herself. My goal this evening is to allow Lilly to experience her first orgasm at someone else's hand, and in so doing, build even more anticipation in her for her Initiation."

As he talked, Ramer began massaging his daughter's shoulders, neck, and arms. Lilly was obviously slipping into a deeply relaxed state, and her eyes were closed and she hummed softly to herself. 

"I'm going to focus on her whole body, trying to cause her to become very aware of every inch of her skin, and allow that to build into orgasm," he continued, taking her firm breasts in both hands and squeezing them up until he reached her nipples, which he began flicking and rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. He took his time, waiting until her long nipples were fully erect, then pinched them tightly, and slowly increased the pressure. Lilly's breathing had been deep and slow; now it began to grow shallow and ragged as the pain built up in her nipples. She lay quite still, her body tensing and her back beginning to arch as she whimpered; finally her eyes flew open and she looked imploringly at her father, who smiled and immediately released his hold on her little nubs, and resumed tenderly massaging her full round breasts. A collective sigh went up around the pool table; we had all been holding our own breath as we watched the creamy-skinned young girl's body experience sexual pain for the first time. 

Ramer moved to the side of the table now, and ran his hands down the length of his daughter's torso, thumbs together on her centerline. He crossed her navel with long, slow, sweeping strokes, and his hands parted at her mons and continued their separate ways over the tops of her thighs. Each time he reached her landing strip, his thumbs barely brushed her clitoris and labia, then pressed harder into her legs until he reached her knees. She had started on the table with her feet together and her legs as tightly closed as she could manage; now, under her father's experienced touch, she began to relax. With every pass he made down her body his hands almost imperceptibly moved her legs a little farther apart until, whether because she hadn't noticed or no longer cared, Lilly's feet were nearly at the side bumpers of the table. As it became evident what his intent was, the six of us had naturally congregated toward the end of the table, and each sweeping stroke of Ramer's hands rewarded us with a clearer view of Lilly's exquisite vulva, which glistened with female lubrication under the warm light of the overhead lamp. We elbowed each other and pointed out her obvious arousal in excited whispers.

Ramer's left hand now resumed wandering over her tummy and breasts, while his right began exploring her pussy. His touch was firm but gentle, and he ran his fingers over the surface of her clitoral hood and then slid his hand between her legs and cupped her vagina. Lilly let out a sigh. 

"Oh, that feels nice, daddy," she whispered.

"You're doing a terrific job, sweetheart," Ramer replied softly. "I'm going to keep touching you like this for a little while, okay? You can help me by opening your legs a little more."

Lilly lay still for a moment, her eyes still closed, as if considering this. "I want you to keep touching me, daddy," she said, her voice a little foggy and far away-sounding. "It feels so good. I've never felt like this before--but--but won't the men see my private parts? Like, even more than just the front? I thought that only you--" 

Ramer interrupted her reassuringly. "That's the way it was when you were a girl, honey. But now you're very close to being a grown-up woman, and things are a little different for grown-up women. There will be more changes later, but for tonight, I want you to know that grown-up women do exactly what you're doing right now--they take off their clothes in front of men, or let the men undress them, and they let the men look at their whole body, and sometimes let the men touch them all over, too. You've been very brave helping me up until now tonight, and now there's a last little bit of you that these men need to see. Can you be an almost-grown-up girl for me, and show us your vagina, and I'll keep touching you like this?"

Lilly lay very still for another moment, then, as her father continued to gently rub her pussy, she squinched her eyes tight, turned her head to the side, took a deep breath, and slowly spread her legs, drawing her knees up and making little fists with her hands on the felt of the pool table. "Like this?" she asked. 

Amid a hushed chorus of enthusiastic fathers congratulating her and expressing appreciation for his daughter's beauty, Ramer nodded his head and smiled. "Good job," he said, "now see how good it feels when I touch you here and here?" As he said this, he ran his hands along Lilly's inner thighs, pressing them open at the knees and spreading her pussy wide with firm pressure on either side of her vagina. 

Lilly's genitals were stunning. A delicate pair of inner lips ran up to meet a perfectly formed clitoris that was protruding somewhat obscenely from under it's hood; along with the trickle of clear moisture running from the bottom of her slit, there was little doubt that the young girl was unbelievably aroused. Her breathing had become ragged again, and Ramer used his finger to carry some of her juices to her clitoris and begin gently rubbing it. Lilly's hips immediately responded by moving in rhythm with her father's light touch, and she reached over her head with both hands to grab the edge of the pool table and hang on. There was not a soft cock in the room as we watched our host's young daughter stretched out before us, her skin flushed and her breasts heaving as her father brought her closer and closer to her first orgasm. 

Ramer continued lecturing through the entire process--a tribute to the voluminous experience he'd had with the subject. For George Ramer, this was a purely professional activity, and he was able to bring tremendous focus and a skilled eye to the task of masturbating his daughter in front of six men who'd paid for his expertise on the topic. His demeanor was exactly like that of a horse trainer evaluating a young filly's gait. 

Every few moments, he would remove his hand completely from Lilly's pussy, giving us an unobstructed view of his progress and allowing him to discuss the finer points of his technique. We were fascinated to observe her clitoris growing more prominent and erect each time, and her labia, even without much direct stimulation from her father, were opening of their own accord to give us a breathtaking view into the soaking depths of her vagina. The amount of cream the girl was producing was remarkable. 

"Lilly's vagina is highly engorged now, gentlemen, and the fact that she's opening up like a flower is proof that she's extremely aroused. You may have noticed that her color has deepened considerably in her labia and all around her genital area. Remember, all I'm doing is using two fingertips to lightly stimulate her clitoris, alternating between the hood and the little head you can clearly see poking out from underneath. You don't need much pressure at all; you just want her to get used to the idea of being touched there in a sexual manner. Don't forget to keep her clit well lubricated with her own juices, too. As you can see, there's plenty to go around, so don't worry about wasting it. Go ahead and cover her whole vagina with it."

After each short comment session, which he explained also gave Lilly a chance to cool down so that her eventual orgasm would be much stronger, Ramer resumed rubbing, flicking, and squeezing his daughter's pussy, moving gradually closer to her opening at the base of her slit. Her increasing arousal began to become disruptive, as every time he'd stop for another cool-down and lecture, her frustration seemed to mount. She would thrust her hips up in an attempt to keep his hand on her hungry vagina, growl and whimper every time he withdrew, and even began trying to close her legs to trap his hand between them. Her eyes were no longer closed, but shone fiercely as she stared at each of us and spread her legs as wide as she could, presenting her receptive genitals to every male in the vicinity like any other female primate in heat--a very different girl than the one that, mere minutes ago, had severe misgivings about even letting us see her naked body. Finally Ramer had to do something.

"I'm sorry, gentlemen, but Lilly's arousal is now making it difficult for me to show you the final stages of the process. I'm going to need your help so we can finish this--Dave and Mark, will you please hold her wrists and arms down at that end of the table for us? Just firmly enough so she stays put, please. Ted and Graham, I need you to hold her legs. One hand on the knee or ankle, and up here near her pelvis, please, so that you can keep her hips securely on the table. Thank you." The men rushed to their posts, and Ramer continued his work between his daughter's legs, demonstrating how the inner labia were very sensitive to being tugged and rubbed between the thumb and forefinger, and how when they were stretched as far as they could go, Lilly's moans and attempts to thrash about grew even more intense. 

"Now, Robert," Ramer said, addressing himself to me, "you are preparing your first daughter for her Festival, correct?" I answered in the affirmative. "Good; that's why I had the others hold Lilly down for us, since they are all on their second or third. I want you to learn something here. Lilly, sweetheart?" he called, trying to get the attention of his daughter, who had grown increasingly incoherent. She raised her head, her hair in glorious disarray, and struggled to maintain eye contact with her father.

'Please, daddy...please...I don't even know what...you guys like looking at my pussy...more, please...touch me..."

"I will, honey. You're doing so good. Listen to me now--are you listening? Remember when I said how the judges at the Festival are going to check to see that you've been a good girl? Daddy's friend here is going to help us practice that, alright? I want you to keep your legs nice and open, don't fight daddy's friends, they're helping us, okay? Keep your legs nice and open, and push your little cookie down here so Mr. Stevenson can help you practice for the judges. Mr. Stevenson is going to check that you've been a good girl, okay?"

Lilly writhed and moaned, her voice deep in her throat, "I have been a good girl...I am a good girl...I'm good..."

"You have been a good girl, sweetie," Ramer said, "so now we're going to just make sure. Mr. Stevenson is going pretend he's a judge and put his finger in your little pussy, okay? He'll be very gentle, but you need to lie very still and quiet."

Ramer looked at me and spoke softly, "Now we're going to bring her to orgasm. I want you to enter her with your middle finger very carefully; don't damage her hymen, just penetrate her as if to check that it's there, like the judges will. I want you to understand what it feels like, so you can do this with your Jenny later. Keep your finger inside her--Ted and Graham, hold her very still, please--and I will continue to stimulate her clitoris until she climaxes."

My heart was in my throat and my cock was rock hard as I moved closer and contemplated my mission. I had never dared dream that I was going to be able to touch Lilly, let alone do what I was about to do. Ramer gave the nod to the other four men, who tightened their grip on the naked, panting young girl, and then he spread his daughter's vagina wide and indicated that I should go ahead. 

My finger slipped inside the confines of Lilly's vagina easily. She was tremendously tight, but her copious juices made entry extremely easy, and I pressed further until I encountered resistance about one knuckle deep. Though I wasn't very far inside her, I could distinctly feel her pulse through her vaginal walls, indicating her extreme level of arousal. I nodded to Ramer to indicate that I was at her hymen. I was in heaven; her opening was slick and aromatic, and her engorged clitoris begged to be touched. Ramer complied, laying his entire hand over her mound and squeezing gently. Lilly gasped. Ramer spoke to her again.

"Alright, honey. Remember, the judges are going to check that you've been a good girl by putting their fingers inside you just like Mr. Stevens is doing. They also want to make sure that men are going to enjoy putting things inside you. It feels really good for a man when a girl's private parts are tight, so they are going to ask you to squeeze your muscles down there. Can you squeeze Mr. Stevenson's finger really tight?"

As he said this, he began slowly rubbing Lilly's clitoris again. Lilly complied, and I was practically giddy to feel her brand new vaginal muscles tighten around me. I could barely stand the thought of how good she would have felt around my cock. The act of tightening her cunt pushed her extremely delicate pre-orgasmic state over the edge, however, and she suddenly let out a scream and began thrashing about in the throes of an impressively violent climax. The four other men gritted their teeth and held on for life, while Ramer calmly continued lightly stroking her clitoris in a steady, rapid rhythm. Ted and Graham did a fine job steadying her hips, and I was able to keep my finger snugly ensconced in the warm, wet depths of Lilly Ramer's virgin pussy until she shuddered to a halt, completely spent and glistening with a fine layer of sweat over entire body.

Collapsing in a breathlessly limp state, her arms and legs akimbo and her skin flushed, the young girl closed her eyes and made tiny humming sounds to herself as she savored the afterglow of her first orgasm brought on by a hand other than her own. Ramer motioned for the four other fathers to release their hold on his daughter's limbs, and I gently withdrew my finger from her soaking slit, a rush of liquid spilling from her opening and onto the green felt of the pool table as my fingertip left her. Ramer brought us back to the reality of the task at hand.

"Now, that was obviously very intense for Lilly. What I want to do now is help her contextualize what she just experienced. I don't want her to simply associate Stevenson's finger in her, or my hand on her genitals, with sexual pleasure--the point of Initiation is to introduce your daughters into a generalized sexual state. I want Lilly to know that whatever happens at the Festival will feel wonderful. This will put her at ease and give her the best odds of placing well at the Judging. So now I want each of you, one at a time, to take two minutes to touch Lilly anywhere you like, but especially her vagina. Do not penetrate her; we must not unduly risk deflowering her. But show her how good it feels to be caressed and fondled by a variety of men, so she learns that sexual pleasure comes from many sources. Roger, you can start if you like."

Ramer checked his watch, and one by one we took our turn with the creamy ball of sex on the pool table. Lilly was in a deeply blissful state, and she didn't struggle or protest as the five of us used our best abilities to make her feel good. When my turn came, I spread her labia as wide as I could and covered her entire vagina with my hand, rubbing firmly across the whole surface of her genitals. My other hand massaged her left breast and ensured her nipple stayed hard. When I started to pinch her nipple, she opened her eyes, smiled dreamily at me, and began grinding her pussy into my hand. Unfortunately, my two minutes seemed to end far too quickly.

When we'd finished, Ramer helped Lilly off the table and slipped her blue robe over her shoulders. Lilly smiled at us and thanked us for everything, saying she was now really looking forward to Initiation. We thanked her for her help teaching us such important things, and her father kissed her on the forehead and sent her off to bed. When she'd gone upstairs, he turned to us.

"Gentlemen, that concludes your course with me. I hope it was as fun for you to learn all this as it was for me to teach it. Now, I know that you are probably uncomfortably turned on after that. And I want you to know that your assistance in developing Lilly is invaluable--in all likelihood she will take first, and I will be a very happy man when I get to choose my prize. In the interests of gratitude, and in being a good host and not leaving my guests uncomfortable, as well as to celebrate the end of our little academy and your future success with your daughters using the techniques we've studied together, I'd like to give you a little surprise. Honey, would you come in now?"

At that, the door to the den opened again, and we were stunned to see Ramer's second daughter, Sarah, enter the room completely naked. She looked almost exactly identical to her sister, but was two years older and slightly curvier. Her vagina was of the clamshell type, and she had only a light, even sprinkling of blond hair covering her mound. Her breasts were relatively large, curving smoothly down to lightly-colored nipples which, as Ramer had said, were less defined than Lilly's. This was by no means a problem, however. She was stately and graceful, and obviously confident in her nakedness. She strode to her father's side and turned to face us, smiling as she presented her body to us. 




The Festival Ch. 01



"Sarah placed second in her Judging two years ago. We used similar techniques to what you have seen here tonight, and we've been very happy with the result. She has progressed very well since then in becoming a healthy, sexualized young girl," As he spoke, Ramer fondled his daughter's breasts absently, "and since she's had a good bit of experience, I'd like to offer her to you gentlemen for the next two hours as a fun wrap-up of our time together. You may do anything you like with her. You may touch her anywhere you like, you may use her vagina or her mouth, and you may come wherever and however you like. Please, enjoy yourselves."

We later agreed that none of us had ever had a better night.



The Festival Ch. 01



As part of a drive to get out of our usual day to day grind, my husband Mick and I decided on a moments notice to jump on a plane to the USA for a back packing holiday, also our 5th wedding anniversary. Keen to catch some of the famous music festivals while we were there, we rented a car and started our adventure.

About a week after arriving we had scored tickets to a 3-day festival in California and found our selves in a small two man tent surrounded by 50,000 other festival goes in a sea of tents, cars and RV's. The atmosphere was amazing and we soon were surrounded by new friends, keen to party very hard.

Once we entered the festival grounds the normal festival activities began, lining up for drinks, lining up for toilets, lining for food, and it was while Mick was in his first toilet queue and I was doing the same for drinks that I made some new friends. A group of 5 college students was in front of me and I struck up conversation with one of the two girls in the group, a stunning Latina girl who liked my dress. When I thanked her, they heard my Australian accent and soon we were all chatting.

I found out that they were from a University on the other side of the country and had driven across on a massive holiday road trip to the festival. They were supposed to be travelling as a group of six but one of the guys, Jamar, a handsome and very well built black guy, had recently been dumped by his girlfriend so they were a now a five. Nancy, the other girl, suggested I should join them if I was here on my own but the line moved forward and I didn't get a chance to explain my situation to them. I got my drinks and met Mick a few minutes later.

"I see you made some new friends in the line, nice people?" He enquired.

"Yeah, they actually asked me to join their little group as they thought I was on my own."

"That's nice of them, I understand why, that big black guy couldn't stop staring at you while you were walking back here. He looked gutted, must have killed him to hear you were married."

"Stop it." I said as I felt myself blush. "Plus, he has no idea I'm married, the line moved before I could tell them."

"You're blushing!" Mick teased.

"No I'm not." I protested, knowing it was a lie. Mick left it there and we went about catching all the amazing bands we'd travelled so far to see.

We caught a few bands, had quite a few drinks and were thinking about heading back to the tent to change into some warmer clothes before sundown when Mick spotted the crew from the bar line.

"Hey, isn't that your black boyfriend and his mates?" He said mockingly.

"Where?" I said a little too quickly and excitedly, probably due to the alcohol.

Mick turned to me and I felt myself go beet red, I had been thinking about the hot black guy all day, mostly I was just flattered that he might be interested in a woman who was older than him. Though not by much I kept telling myself, 5 years at best by my math.

"You should go talk to him." 

"What?" I said incredulously.

"You know" Mick said with a wink. "Go and flirt with him, he's obviously keen on you."

"Then what, just disappear when things get a bit hot?"

"Or not." Mick replied matter of factly.

"Are you telling me I can go flirt with another guy?" I asked, astonished, while I starred at him.

"Yeah, you should, if you want. We are on holidays, why not?"

"Because we're fucking married!" I half yelled at him.

"Calm down, you're the one that was so excited to see him again." Mick said while making soothing gestures with his hands

"That's because I'm flattered a young hunk like that was interested in me, which I'm still not certain about by the way."

"Then go find out." He said glancing at the group

"So you want to sit here and watch while I go flirt, and maybe make out with a young black college kid?"

"Yep." He said flatly.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Nope. We've fantasised about you fucking another guy, I say time to make it happen."

"Seriously, how drunk are you?"

"Enough to say what I really think."

"You want me to go and potentially fuck that guy?"

"As I said, if YOU want. I'm keen for it, so it's up to you."

"And tomorrow, when you're sober, what then?"

"I'll be cool, honestly." He said as he took another swig from his drink and turned back to look at the band on stage.

I had no idea what to do, I was shocked, sure we'd fantasised about it but I had never imagined being given the opportunity. I sat there in stunned silence for a few minutes, running scenarios through my head, then I, or maybe the alcohol decided. Fuck it. So I turned to my husband of five years and asked, "Are you one hundred percent sure you want me to go and seduce that guy, I need to know because I'm seriously thinking about it?"

"Yep, totally, and if you don't want to or it gets too weird I'll be around and you've got your phone."

That was all I needed to hear, I jumped up, afraid that if I didn't act now I wouldn't act at all. I grabbed my drink and smoothed my short little floral sun dress and took stock of myself and what I was about to attempt. I was a 5'4", 100lb, blonde, 25 year old married receptionist from rural Australia and I was about to do the wildest thing I'd ever dreamt of.

I decided to try and walk by them and let them hopefully notice me, that's if they even remembered me. I wove through the crowd, using Jamar as a land mark as he was taller that just about everyone else, I was just past them when I heard a girls voice scream, "Hey, it's that hot Aussie chick from the bar! Stop girl." I felt a massive hand touch me lightly on the shoulder and I turned, pretending to be shocked,"Oh, hey guys." I murmured, trying my best not to look nervous, but it didn't work.

"Oh my God, Jamar you've scared the poor thing, she looks terrified" Nancy, who was beautiful looking tall Asian girl said with what appeared genuine concern.

"I'm so sorry." Jamar apologised with a sheepish look on his face.

"No, no, I'm not scared, just a little surprised to see you guys again."

"You still flying solo girl?" Enquired Carmen the Latina girl who had her arm around the waist of a shirtless muscular white guy.

"Kind of, my friends and I aren't really into the same stuff so I'll catch them later." I explained.

"Great! You're now partying with us." She yelled excitedly as she passed me a joint.

I didn't smoke regularly but it definitely wasn't my first time so I took a quick drag and passed it to Jamar. I couldn't imagine what Mick would be thinking and to be honest at that moment I didn't care.

When the band finished we went for food, I cautiously looked for Mick as we made our way to the stalls but couldn't see him. The guys had partnered up, Carmen with Dan the adonis and Nancy with Tom, who I later found out was a top level swimmer. This left me walking and talking with Jamar, it was a fairly obvious move to set me up with their friend but I pretended to be oblivious to it and played along. 

After we ate, the girls said they needed to change and invited me to go with them back to their RV while the boys stayed put. We started talking while we walked, as girls do, as soon they knew most everything about me, where I was from, what I did, apart from the married bit.

"So are you single?" Nancy finally asked as we got to the RV.

"Yeah." I lied. "I was in a serious relationship pretty recently, but not now." 

"That's a real shame." Nancy replied as they she quickly changed outfits. I didn't realise just how hot this girl was until I now, she was absolutely stunning. About 4 inches taller than me, her long jet black hair was down to her shoulder blades and legs, oh my god did she have great legs. No wonder she a had stud like Tom hanging off her. 

"You could do a lot worse than Jamar if you're looking for a rebound guy." Carmen offered quite bluntly. She was almost the exact same height as me, maybe an inch shorter, and bigger in all the right places. 

"Oh, I'm not really after anything like that." I said while trying to hide my blushing, which had always betrayed me since I was child.

"Yeah, sure girl." Carmen said as passed me another joint that she had started and ushered me to the door of the massive RV, the thing must have been worth a fortune.

When we met back up with the boys, it was decided we would go and hit the techno tent and finish the night in there. I was really excited as I love dancing to techno and was really feeling a buzz now from the weed and the drinks, plus I knew it would be packed super tight in there and the girls would try and force me next to Jamar.

The tent was just what I'd hoped for, the DJ was amazing and within a few minutes we had moved to the centre of the crowd and were all dancing our hearts out. After 15 minutes the next DJ came on, the crowd got even tighter, the girls were now dancing in front of their boyfriends and it was becoming increasingly awkward for me not to stand in front of Jamar, who was being a gentlemen and not forcing the issue. I finally plucked up the courage and slowly worked my way around so that I was dancing beside Nancy and standing in front of Jamar, Nancy shot me a quick sideways glance and gave me a knowing smile but I quickly looked away, still too embarrassed to admit what I wanted. It wasn't long before Tom took his shirt off, quickly followed by Dan, but much to my disappoint Jamar left his on. We danced on, shared another joint and got lost in the music. 

When the music slowed I turned to Jamar, "It's so hot in here." I yelled up at his beaming sweat covered face. I ran my hands down my sides to emphasise my point, my sun dress was wet with sweat and clinging to my every curve. I was certain that he could see my white bra and thong through it.

"Yeah" he yelled back as he bent down to wipe his brow with his drenched shirt, it didn't make any difference. Then it happened, he lifted his flimsy shirt off his massive frame and exposed his chiselled ebony torso, I tried not to stare for too long and quickly turned back to the DJ and resumed my dancing. A few minutes later I started to lean back a little, brushing up against Jamar's washboard abs, gently at first, then slowly building to a near constant grind just as the music got a bit more grimy, so did I. 

The last DJ of the night came out and everyone went ballistic, jumping and grinding, Jamar still hadn't put a hand on me, so I reached back and pulled his hands onto my waist while we danced. His giant hands near circled my waist, I felt so tiny as we bumped and ground, he was a great dancer and soon I was so lost in the moment that I spun face him. We danced for a minute, grinding against each other, staring into each others eyes, I closed my eyes and pushed up onto my tippie toes to try and reach him. I felt him lean down and we kissed like teenagers, high on the music and lust, not caring who saw. When I came up for air, I saw both Carmen and Nancy had massive grins on their faces, the boys too. I was beyond caring now, I just turned around and went back to dancing with my new friend's giant hands around my hips and a smile on my face that I couldn't believe.

When the music finally stopped I couldn't resist another chance to kiss the huge black stud I had spent the night flirting with and he was happy to oblige, his hands roamed my soaking back as his tongue explored my mouth. 

"Come on you two, let's go back to the van." I heard Carmen say which snapped me out of my lust daze. We all walked slowly back to the van, three couples, each hand in hand.

When we arrived Tom opened the door and we piled in, he grabbed beers from the fridge and we crammed around the tiny table. It was only now dawning on me that all the beds, while surprisingly large, were clearly visible from each other. I didn't have long to ponder that situation.

"I'm done, see you all in the morning." Dan announced as he finished his beer and headed for the bed nearest the front, Carmen's super sexy lycra clad booty soon followed her man and I watched them both strip naked out of the corner of my eye. So that's how it's going to be I thought as they jumped into bed and began making out. A minute later Nancy was up and taking her top off, Tom needed no encouragement and was naked and waiting for her in bed before she had finish. 

This left Jamar and I sitting awkwardly next to each other as his friends were naked and making out just feet away. I decided that if I was in this far I may as well make it easy for us both so I stood slowly and lifted my dress over my head, leaving me in just a white lacy bra and matching thong, I really hoped he liked what he saw.

"Wow." He whispered as he rose and wrapped his arms around my waist, I could see the bulge in his shorts as he pulled me to him and I could feel it pushing into my chest as he picked me up as carried me effortlessly to the double bed at the back of the van. We were all over each other in seconds, kissing, rubbing, exploring, I was in heaven.

All thoughts of Mick had gone, I was only thinking of the man I was about to give myself to, I slowly slipped a hand down the front of his shorts and felt what I was soon going to have inside me. 

"Oh my." I gasped as I tried to wrap my hand around what was by far the biggest shaft I had ever felt, it was going to be a very big night in more than one sense I thought to my self. Jamar had busied himself expertly removing my bra and was giving my nipples the attention they craved. 

A switch flipped inside me and I turned into a person I never new was inside me, I had his shorts of in seconds and I was face to face with the most amazing cock I could have ever imagined. It was about the size of my forearm, covered in deep purple winding veins and crowned with a huge bulbous head. 

I could hear the sounds of the others but couldn't be bothered to look, I pushed Jamar on to his back and attacked that pole like I've never done before. I wrapped both hands around it and slowly started licking, from his huge sweaty balls, up the rock hard shaft before taking the head in my mouth. He tasted and smelt so much different to Mick, muskier and I hate to say it, nicer. I worked that pole like a filthy slut, I really wanted to please this stud, I couldn't explain why. Maybe it was the thought the others could be watching, I don't know, but after a few minutes Jamar lifted me up and his bulbous head left my lips with an audible 'plop'.

"I want to fuck you first." He whispered as he pulled my drenched thong off my throbbing pussy, I couldn't get them off fast enough.

"There's nothing I want more." I cooed as he pulled a condom packet from above the bed. I fumbled it out of the pack and as I rolled it down the full length of his monster I realised the enormity of the task in front of me. Once it was on we kissed again, this time with the passion and urgency of two people about to make the ultimate connection. 

"You are so fucking sexy." He whispered in my ear as he rolled me onto my back and propped himself up on his arms above me. 

"You are the hottest guy I've ever seen." I replied honestly, I couldn't believe my husband gave me a pass to fuck this god of man. I felt so tiny under Jamar's massive frame and when I felt his cock pressing against my eager pussy I tried to relax and accommodate his enormous girth. He slowly eased the gigantic head inside me and I was already stretching like never before, slowly he slid his first few inches in and I was in heaven. I took a deep breath and tried to relax even more, I wanted all of him inside me and I wanted it ASAP. I was oblivious to everything else, the other couples in the van, my husband, EVERYTHING!

"Oh fuck, you're so fucking big." I gasped as he eased the next few inches in.

"You want me to stop?" The gentle giant whispered as looked down at me.

"Don't you fucking dare!" I commanded, and pulled him in deeper with my heels which were wrapped around his thick muscular torso, I had more cock in me than I had ever imagined and I could tell he wasn't even all the way in yet. Urged on by my enthusiasm Jamar drove his remaining length deep inside me, my head was awash with ecstasy and pride at finally accommodating his massive black spear.

"Your pussy feels amazing." Jamar said as he let me adjust to his size.

"Fuck me." I whispered into his ear before kissing him, our tongues exploring each other while his massive pole explored regions of my abdomen I'd never thought would never be touched.

Jamar began to rock his hips slowly while I rolled mine in time with his, I couldn't imagine a cock ever feeling this good, every nerve in my body was on fire and I felt my first orgasm building. He picked up the tempo slightly and all I could do was lay back and let this adonis plough my pussy, god, I'd forgotten all about Mike and now I was about to come on a black guys cock, I felt like such a slut.

"Oh god!" I screamed as the first wave rocked me, my pussy convulsing around his massive shaft, Jamar picked up his pace again and I was totally at his mercy, my pussy was on fire and I was thrashing wildly underneath him as he slammed that massive black meat into me. 

After what seemed like a life time of the best fucking I'd ever received I felt Jamar quicken his pace and start to tense up, I tried to speed his climax on by squeezing his cock and it must have worked as he buried himself deep inside me. I could feel his massive cock throb inside me with each squirt of his come, I hoped the condom didn't break as he pumped shot after shot into me and I pulled him in deeper with my legs.

"You're fucking amazing." He said as he finally pulled out and rolled off.

"Uh-ha." Was all I could muster as I lay there sweat soaked and throughly fucked, I don't recall ever feeling better. I glanced down at the condom covering Jamar's still hard cock and was shocked to see just how much of his cum had collected in it. 

"I've never cum that hard before." He said as he removed the overworked condom and disposed of it.

"That makes two off us." I said before rolling over and exploring his glistening ebony chest with my hands, and then my tongue. Soon I had is semi erect cock back in my mouth, desperate to taste his cum I liked the salty residue off the crown before coaxing him back to full strength the best way I knew how.

"Oh yeah." He moaned as I worked his nuts and shaft simultaneously, his massive hands gripped my blonde hair as he forced himself deeper into my throat. I let him fuck my face for a few minutes but I knew how I wanted him and it wasn't like this.

"You ready for round two?" I asked as I extracted the monster from my mouth and reached for where he had grabbed the first condom from. It dawned on me that I could still hear the sounds of the others going at it which only made me hornier

"For sure!" He replied

"Good."

Once I had the beast sheathed I straddled my new young lovers abdomen and lent down to kiss the sexiest man I'd ever seen, I was so hot for him that I could feel my juices pooling on his abs as we drove each other wild. I was desperate to ride this monster and quickly reached back to guide it in while I raised myself the unusually high distance required to get on top of it. It must have been some site to see my tiny little frame perched on top of his massive pole, let alone me impaling myself on it as I slowly lowered myself down.

"Oh my fucking god!" I yelled when I finally was resting on his hips, his huge hands were squeezing my ample c-cup breasts which only made me crazier. When Jamar sat up an started to suck one of my nipples while he twisted the other I lost my mind and started convulsing as I was racked by my second orgasm of the night.

"FUCK!" I yelled when I was finally finished shaking, but Jamar had other ideas and grabbed my tiny waist as he bounced me up and down, I could feel his cock so deep inside me I never wanted it to stop.




The Festival Ch. 01



"You like that girl?" He said as I felt his cock reach into what I thought must be my womb.

"Don't fucking stop!" I screamed.

I came twice more before Jamar shot his load into me, I don't remember falling asleep but I woke what could have only been a few hours later when I heard people moving around the van. I was curled up next to my lover with my head on his thick muscular arm, my long blonde curly hair spread across his chest. No idea where my clothes were, I remembered other people were in the van an attempted to cover myself, reaching around for the bed sheets.

"Don't bother girlfriend." Nancy said as she walked past, naked and glistening from her shower. "We all saw enough of each other last night." 



The Festival Ch. 01



"Oh my God, I'm going to come," he said suddenly.

"No you're not," I said just as quickly. "Stop sucking him."

They did so and all three of them looked over at me, waiting impatiently for my next command. 

"Jen, you lie down on the table, and Amy sit on her face."

My girlfriend looked a little surprised, but did as I ordered, giving me a great view of her friend's tongue sliding across her wet pussy lips.

"Now Ste, fuck Jen."

He quickly positioned himself between his girlfriend's legs and moved forwards so his cock was ready to enter her.

"Not so quickly," I said. "Make it look good for the cameras." 

He grinned at me. The girls were too wrapped up in what they were doing to even notice.

"Rub the end up and down her slit," I said. "Make her wait for you. That's it. Rub it over her clit. Nice and slowly."

"Oh my God that is so hot," said Amy, who was watching while Jen ate her out.

I smiled at her. "Now slide it in slowly," I commanded Ste.

I watched Amy's eyes widen as she watched Ste ease his big prick deep inside Jen, who then started to moan into Amy's pussy. This sent Amy over the edge and she had an orgasm on her friend's face. Ste started to pound into Jen. Her breasts were shaking and so Amy leant down to hold onto them. I wanted to hold them too, but I kept my hands to myself. I was the director of this film after all. And I was pretty sure I'd get involved before too long. 

Amy was leaning forward now, her blonde hair falling down, almost reaching the point where Ste was slamming into his girlfriend. Jen had stopped licking Amy's pussy and instead was screaming with her first orgasm of the night: "Fuck me! Oh yes! Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"Amy," I said as calmly as I could. "Lean forward and suck Ste's cock."

The blonde girl leant forward. Ste immediately pulled his cock out of his girlfriend and shoved it roughly into Amy's open mouth. He was grunting with excitement as he pumped back and forth, pushing her cheeks out with each thrust.

"Now put it back into Jen."

Jen yelled with pleasure as she felt the hot cock fill her up again. 

"Now turn around, Amy, so you're on top of Jen."

She did so, presenting Ste with her wet, pulsating pussy. He looked over at me, a questioning expression on his face. I nodded, and watched as he pulled his glistening prick out of his girlfriend and slid it deep into my girlfriend's tight, hot pussy.

Amy moaned as she felt Ste fill her up. Obviously not wanting to be left out, Jen reached up and pulled her friend's head down, kissing her passionately. 

It was time for me to get involved.

I gave one last directorial order: "Ste -- keep fucking both of them." Then I walked to where the raven-haired girl was kissing her blonde friend and I slid my rock hard cock in between their two lips. 

They were momentarily surprised, and Jen looked up with a smile. "Should the director be getting involved in the scene?"

"Oh I think he should," I replied and shoved my prick into her mouth. They carried on kissing around my shaft, making me harder and bigger than I'd ever been before. I felt my balls were going to explode. 

Finally, Ste's did. He pulled out of Jen and, shouting obscenities, he sprayed spurt after spurt of hot come all over her pussy. He then collapsed back onto the seat.

Amy paused from licking my balls and looked up at me, a dirty look in her eyes. Then she started inching her way down Jen's body, all the way until she was knelt between her legs. She then leant forwards and started licking Ste's come off Jen's pussy. Both Jen and I groaned and I had to concentrate not to blow my load there and then. I wasn't ready to finish yet. I wanted more from Jen.

As my girlfriend carried on licking her pussy, I climbed up onto Jen's chest and placed my dick between her breasts. It fitted perfectly into the valley between those two soft, white tits and I began to slide it back and forth. She pushed her tits together and licked my cockhead as it popped out the top. I was in heaven as I titfucked this beautiful girl, and she opened her eyes to smile up at me. 

She mouthed the words so only I could see: "Fuck me."

I smiled back at her and nodded. I climbed off the table and turned her round so I could enter her from behind. She looked over her shoulder and said: "Do it. Please do it, Nick."

I didn't need any more encouragement, but before I knew it my girlfriend was standing next to me, lining up my throbbing prick against her friend's soaking hole. Amy's big tits brushed against my arm as she leaned in to whisper in my ear: "Go on, fuck her. Make her come."

I can't really remember all that much about fucking Jen. I just remember something flipping in my mind at that point, and the next day Amy told me I'd gone into some sort of overdrive, pounding ferociously into Jen, both of us shouting with unrestrained pleasure. I do remember Amy crawling underneath Jen and starting to lick her clit while I carried on fucking her. Around then I slowed down for a second and Jen looked at me to say: "Fuck my ass, Nick. I want it in there."

I didn't pause. I just pulled it, dripping wet and hard as a board, out of her pussy, and slammed it straight into her ass. She screamed, first with pain and then with pleasure, as I fucked her incredibly tight asshole. She came half a dozen times, shouting so loudly that everyone at the festival must have heard her. 

Amy began licking my balls as I fucked her friend's ass. I pulled my dick out and slid it into Amy's mouth, then stuck it back into Jen's ass, then pulled it out again, forcing it down my girlfriend's throat. 

Then finally, I pulled it out and came, spraying my come all over Jen's ass. It ran in a river between her asscheeks, down her slit that was raw with fucking, and into my girlfriend's waiting open mouth. Amy licked up every last drop that I could squeeze out of my balls, then, while I collapsed onto the seat, she moved up, climbed on top of her friend and kissed her slowly and deeply, two incredibly hot girls sharing my sticky come between them. 

We all decided to call it a night after that, and as Amy and I cuddled up in our bed, I thought about the amazing things we'd done that night, how I'd finally got to fuck Jen, and, best of all, how there were still another two days of the festival left...



The Festival Ch. 02



We woke up late the next morning, and I woke up in the best way possible, feeling a pair of warm lips sliding over my morning erection, and looking down do see the tangled blonde hair of my gorgeous girlfriend bobbing up and down in my lap. I looked up at the ceiling and savoured the feeling of her tongue sliding slowly up my nine inch cock, feeling every ridge, teasing my glans, and then her hot mouth sliding fully over the end and then down until I bumped against the back of her throat. 

She started massaging my balls with one hand, and pumping my shaft with the other, coaxing the cum out of me. I reached down, running my hands through her silky hair, and along her back feeling for her pussy, hoping to find it wet and ready. But she slapped my hand away and started sucking my cock even more vigorously.

I got the message. She wanted me to cum in her mouth and I wasn't about to complain. I moaned as I felt my balls tighten and my cock grow even larger, every nerve on it enjoying the feeling of her warm, wet mouth. Then with a cry I let go. I felt my seed shoot up through my shaft and into her mouth. She kept on pumping it until every last drop was out, then swallowed it down, a happy, satisfied expression on her face. 

I had a feeling it was going to be another good day.

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Jen and Ste were still in bed when Amy and I emerged from our bedroom. We were both starving, so I got to work making a round of bacon sandwiches. Amy cleared up the bottles, glasses, and cards from the night before. 

"Well, I wonder who wrote this one?" she said.

I looked over from buttering some bread to see she was reading the pieces of paper on which we'd written dares. 

"Which one? What does it say?" I asked.

"Let's see if you can guess who wrote it. It says – Both girls suck Nick's cock until her cums all over both of their tits. Now who could have written that?" 

She was looking at me with her eyebrows raised. She knew it was me from the handwriting if not from what was written. I decided to ignore her and opened the fridge door.

"Brown or red sauce?" I said.

"Both for me," I heard Jen say cheerfully, slapping my ass as she walked past.

Ste came out behind her, and went straight out of the door of the mobile home. 

"Thanks for tidying up, Amy," said Jen, as she flopped down next to my girlfriend. 

"No problem," said Amy. "I'm going for a shower." She got up without looking at me or Jen and went into the bathroom.

Jen and I looked at each other quizzically. It wasn't like Amy to be that offhand. She was usually so chatty and cheerful with her friends. 

Then our look changed from quizzical to one that was going on too long. Jen's mouth curled up a little at the corners and she got that look in her eye. The one she'd had last night just before she'd pulled down my shorts and started sucking my cock. Then she ran her tongue along the top of her upper lip. It was a barely noticeable move, but I felt my cock stirring.

I had to shake myself out of it. I was here with Amy. What had happened last night was fun, but it would be a bad idea to take it any further. We were at Glastonbury to enjoy the music and have a laugh, and that's what we were going to do. I realised I was still holding the fridge door open.

"Red sauce or brown, Jen?"

"Both. I said already," she said, her expression darkening a little.

"Oh yeah. Ok. Nearly done," I said and went back to buttering bread. Jen opened a copy of Grazia and started aggressively flicking through it.

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The rest of the day was kind of like that. I think we were all little uncomfortable about how far we'd gone last night. I mean we'd all been friends for a few years, always had a great time together and didn't want to ruin anything. I knew I certainly didn't. Most of all I didn't want to lose Amy. I'd always fantasised about fucking Jen, and last night it had come true, but I didn't want that to jeopardise my relationship.

Jen, though, wasn't making it easy. Of the four of us she seemed the least bothered by what had happened. She kept on making subtle references to the previous night's orgy, references which Amy, Ste and I ignored, and she kept on giving me those looks. Looks that made my cock start to rise, and my balls start to tighten. She was also finding any excuse to touch me. Brushing my leg as she squeezed past me in the motorhome, holding my arm for too long after she'd got my attention, reaching across me to get the milk so her breasts were pressed against my bicep. It was torture.

However, as the day wore on and we had a few beers in the sunshine, we all started to relax a little. By six in the evening we were sitting on the grass. I was half watching a small band I didn't know and half looking at people in the audience, when I my eyes fixed on a stunning girl walking through the crowd in our direction. 

She was a redhead, with pale skin and light freckles. She was wearing a floaty, floral green dress that sashayed around her knees. I realised she was actually heading towards our little group, so I looked more carefully at her shapely, slender legs, accentuated by platform heel strappy sandals, and her large breasts that were bouncing slightly as she walked. I carried on looking, trying to assess her size, and by the time she reached us I'd settled on a 38D, possibly DD. She glanced at me with an amused expression then turned her attention to my girlfriend.

"Amy, darling! What are you doing here?"

I'd been the only one who'd noticed this gorgeous redhead walking towards us so I was the only one not to start a little at the sudden intrusion. Amy quickly recovered herself and leapt up to embrace the girl.

"Kate, hi! How are you?"

I noticed the two sets of full breasts pressing together as they hugged. The girls didn't fully separate, but stayed in each others arms just leaning back to look each other up and down.

"I'm good," said Kate. "It's been so long since I saw you."

"Far too long. Not since we left Leeds. Wasn't it the last party at Jeff's place?" Amy stopped and looked down, suddenly seeming embarrassed.

Kate didn't reply, just looked at Amy, as if trying to remember Jeff's party in Leeds. Then, clearly remembering, she broke into a wide grin and said: "Of course! How could I forget?"

Still looking at Amy, Kate said: "So, who are your friends?" 

"Sorry," said Amy. She gestured at me. "Kate, this is Nick, my boyfriend. Nick, this is Kate from university. You remember me telling you about her?"

I didn't remember at all, but that didn't stop me from being polite. I jumped up and went to shake her hand. I was unbalanced and she was able to pull me towards her to give me a kiss on the lips. I was taken aback and not sure how to react. 

"Kate!" Amy punched her friend on the arm, but she was smiling.

"My, my. Jealous are we?" Kate said archly to Amy. Then turning to me: "What have you done to her, you bad man? She was always so open and sharing at university."

At that point Jen jumped up and stretched out her hand. "Hi, I'm Jen."

Kate didn't even turn to look at her. Just shook her hand and dismissed her with: "Nice to meet you." Then she turned back to smile at me.

Jen opened her mouth to introduce her boyfriend, but Kate talked over her: "Come on, Amy. This band is crap. Let's get a drink. We've got a lot of catching up to do."

She walked off towards the drinks tent, pulling Amy by her hand, glancing back to look me up and down.

I sat back down on the grass and said: "She seems nice." Jen sat next to me and said: "What a bitch." Ste said: "Oh shit, I've run out of beer. I'll go with them." Before Jen could stop him he got up and ran off up the hill to find Amy and Kate.

Jen lay back next to me and breathed out, looking up at the blue, cloudless sky. I drew up my knees and looked at the stage where a new band was about to start its set.

It was the first time Jen and I had been alone since the previous night, and there was an unmistakable tension in the air.

Eventually Jen broke the silence: "I'm getting burnt. Could you put some lotion on for me?"

I looked at her and raised an eyebrow, but she looked back at me without flinching.

"What?" she said innocently. "I don't want to burn."

I shrugged and poured some lotion into my palms, then knelt behind her and started rubbing it into her upper back, around the straps of her red bikini top. I couldn't help myself from noticing her breasts moving with the motion of my hands. Without turning to look at me she said: "I enjoyed last night."

I made a noise of agreement.

She breathed in deeply and continued: "You were amazing. Just how I've always imagined you would be."

"Er, thanks," I said, not entirely sure what to say or where she was going with this.

"Lower down too," she said. I rubbed it into her lower back, running my fingers along the top of her shorts, taking care not to go any lower.

"And on my stomach too, please."

I hesitated. She leant back against me giving me, resting her head on my lap, looking up at me. 

"Please," she said. I sighed and poured more lotion into my hands before starting to rub it over her soft, pale stomach. She kept on looking at me as I did so, and I felt her breathing quicken. 

I didn't look into her eyes. I knew if I did that then I'd be lost. Instead I focussed on her stomach, trying not to think about the feeling of her body resting back against mine, and about the implications of what she'd just said about her having thought in the past abut fucking me. Most of all I was trying to control my rising erection, trying to stop it pressing into her back. 

Despite my best efforts, I soon found myself looking at the gap between her jeans and her flat stomach, and then my hands were circling lower and lower towards that point. 

I stopped just above the top of her jeans. 

"Nick. I want you again," Jen said as she shifted backwards towards me. My fingers slid down into her jeans, across her pubic hair and rested above her pussy. We were both breathing deeply. 

I looked down at her. She was willing me with her eyes to go again even lower. I could see her erect nipples through her bikini top. I knew I shouldn't be doing this. It was one thing to have sex with her and Amy at the same time. It was another to be doing this. It was cheating on my girlfriend, but there was something about Jen, something between us. Almost against my will I started to move my fingers down towards her pussy.

"Jesus, how big is that queue!"

We jumped up at the sound of Ste's voice. 

"There's no way I'm waiting that long for warm beer," he said, sitting down next to us. "Amy and her friend aren't bothering either. They're going back to the motorhome. Amy said she'd see you later. Is that suntan lotion, Nick?"

"Er…….yes," I said and I tossed it to him.

We sat in silence for a while. There seemed to be an atmosphere, but I couldn't quite work it out. By rights Ste should be pissed off. He'd come back to find me with my hands almost down his girlfriend's trousers and her lying back against me virtually panting for me to go lower. But it was unlike Ste to just go silent. I'd known him a long time and whenever something pissed him off he would always confront it head on. He didn't do that. He didn't even seem that angry with me. He just sat with the two of us, staring at a band none of us knew.

If anyone seemed angry it was Jen. She kept shifting and tutting as if the ground was too uncomfortable then glaring at me and Ste. When I asked if she was ok she snapped back: "Yes. I'm fine. You ok?"

Eventually I couldn't stand it any longer. I couldn't figure out the atmosphere and the whole thing was beginning to annoy me. I jumped up and told them I was going for a walk. They both nodded without looking at me, and carried on staring blankly at the stage.

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I wandered around the festival for a while, feeling a little listless, and disappointed that today didn't seem to be working out so well. We'd had a great time last night. Why couldn't we all just move on from it and have fun today. Why was there this strange atmosphere? I mean it's not like anyone hadn't been into it last night. I went through my mental library of images: Jen and Amy lying naked on top of each other while Ste pushed his cock into first one then the other pussy; Amy lapping up his cum from Jen's pussy; Jen screaming in ecstasy as I fucked her ass. We'd all been there, we'd all been involved. Why were people acting so strangely today?

After a while I got bored of aimless strolling and decided to go back to the motorhome to get some sleep. Faithless were going to be the final set that night and I wanted to be on form for them. I walked through the campsite, which was mostly deserted because everyone was watching the bands, and through into the section reserved for motorhomes. I was glad Amy had decided to get us a motorhome, rather than camping. Not only could we get a decent shower, but I was fairly sure last night wouldn't have happened if we'd been in a tent. I was also looking forward to getting some sleep now on a proper bed.

As soon as I stepped into the motorhome though I realised I wasn't going to get much sleep.

Kate was lying on the table in the middle of the room, her head was leant back over the edge, her red hair spread out onto the seat. Her green floral dress was hitched up to her stomach, she had pulled her huge tits out of her bra and was massaging them together, tugging at the pink nipples. Between her legs my girlfriend was lapping away at her pussy.

Amy looked up in shock as I walked in. Kate however seemed not to have heard.

"Don't stop, Amy. I'm nearly there."

I stood there staring at them, as Kate reached down to push my girlfriend's head back onto her pussy. Amy smiled at me as she returned to her task. In seconds Kate was moaning and writhing on the table in the throes of an orgasm. 

The redhead half sat up, pulling the blonde towards her lips. Then she noticed me and froze. 

"Jesus! What's he doing here?"

I didn't know what to say. I'd been on my way to bed. I hadn't expected to walk in on a full-on lesbian oral sex session. I wasn't complaining though. 

"Don't worry, honey," said Amy soothingly. "It's nothing he's not seen before." She then kissed Kate, sucking on the redhead's lower lip as she pulled away. Kate seemed to relax a little.

Amy continued: "In fact, I don't think Nick minded that much, did you, babe?" She looked at me. I shook my head.

They both started to giggle at my stupefaction. I felt like I needed to say something, if only to help me stop looking so stupid. But I couldn't think of anything to say.

"Do you want a closer look, Nick?" my girlfriend said teasingly. 

Did I? At that moment there was nothing I wanted more in the world than to get a closer look at this amazing girl, who was spread eagled and naked on the table in front of me. 

However, I was too completely dumbfounded by this change in my girlfriend to move. Amy had never been like this with me before. We'd always been good in bed, but it had always been the two of us, never anyone else. Until Jen and Ste last night. And now Kate.

"Come closer, babe," she beckoned me towards her. "Come and look at my ex-girlfriend's pussy. Isn't it pretty?" 

I move towards the table and looked down at the glistening pink folds, surrounded by light auburn hair, and I swallowed hard. My cock was straining to be free of my jeans. Kate had leant back on her elbows and was watching us with an amused expression on her face.

At that point I realised what Amy had just said. "Sorry," I said. "Your ex-girlfriend?"

"He speaks!" said Kate sarcastically.

"Uhuh. That's right," said Amy, as she slid a finger delicately into Kate's pussy. "We were together for a few months at the end of university. Actually, we never properly split up, did we?" She looked questioningly at Kate as she pulled her finger out and trailed it across my lips. I licked them and tasted Kate's pussy.

"Do you like it?

I nodded. 

"Well then. What are you waiting for, lover boy?" She moved aside, leaving me standing in front of Kate's exposed pussy. I looked up at the redhead. She was looking expectantly at me, her mouth slightly open, one hand starting to stroke a nipple.

I leaned forward and stuck my tongue in between her lips. I moved slowly round the outer lips, then lightly kissed her engorged clit. She bucked a little. Keeping my tongue in constant contact with her soft pussy, I moved down to her hole then slid my tongue in before licking up and out, dragging the tip right up to her clit again. 

"Oh yes," she murmured.

Now I pushed down with my mouth, my lips encircling her clit and my tongue right on it. I moved my tongue up and down, slow and gentle at first, then getting faster and harder, reacting to her cries of excitement. As soon as I started sucking gently to bring her clit even further out of its hood, she began to cum. I had to hold onto her thighs as she thrashed about underneath me. I was determined to make her come several times with my tongue before I let her feel my nine inches inside her.

Then all of a sudden Amy pulled my head up. Kate exhaled and fell back onto the table.

Amy kissed me passionately.

"God she tastes good," she said, coming up for air. "Try doing that with a finger inside her. Push your finger up to her G-spot."

It seemed like an oddly specific instruction to me, but I was game for anything. 

Amy smiled at me knowingly. "Go on. You'll like it, I promise." Then she directed my head back to her friend's pussy.

I begin licking and sucking her clit as I'd done before but moved two fingers inside her steaming hot hole and up to feel the rough G-spot inside. Kate gasped loudly as I entered her, and then as soon as I started rubbing the G-spot she started yelling.

"OH MY GOD! YES! JUST THERE! YES! OH!……FUCK!……"

I felt her whole body tense up, and then she exploded. She shouted my name at the top of her voice and a jet of liquid came spraying out of her pussy. It covered my face and neck and even drenched the top of my t-shirt. 

I couldn't believe this girl was actually squirting all over me. I'd heard about women that could do this, but had never experienced it firsthand. At first I was shocked. I admit, my first thought was that she was peeing on me. Then I realised what was happening and I started to enjoy it. I mean it's a pretty rare thing. 

It clearly got Amy excited too. As soon as her friend started squirting, my girlfriend moved down next to me, trying to get as much of it on her face, down her neck and in her mouth. When Kate stopped squirting, Amy grabbed me and started kissing me again, tonguing my mouth, trying to taste her friend's cum. She was pulling my hair with one hand and undoing my jeans with the other, while she searched my mouth for every last drop. 

When we broke apart Kate was still spasming on the table. I watched her while Amy knelt in front of me and pulled down my pants. 

Her breathing started to slow as she looked my cock up and down once or twice. It stood straight up and there was already a droplet of pre-cum on the end. She looked up at me, smiled, then carefully licked it off and moved up onto the table to share it with Kate.

Kate had just recovered enough from her own ejaculation, to pant into my girlfriend's mouth: "I want him. In me. Please."

I'd only just got over the shock of having this woman come so violently all over my face, and now she was begging my girlfriend to let me fuck her. This really was turning out to be the best festival ever. 

Amy moved behind Kate's head and reached forward to pull the redhead's dress over her head and then threw it to the floor. She then unclipped Kate's bra at the front and let her enormous tits fall free. While Kate was now completely naked, my girlfriend and I were fully clothed apart from the fact that my cock was jutting out in front of me, throbbing in anticipation. 




The Festival Ch. 02



Dave's question had struck a chord with me, and I realized that I hadn't carefully considered the best option for styling my Jennifer's pubic area was. We'd been working really hard in preparing her in every other way, and I would have hated for a slip-up here to be the deciding factor in her not placing well. I decided to take Ramer up on his offer of a house-call, and scheduled an appointment for the following Tuesday afternoon. 

I had three daughters. Jennifer, 18, was the oldest, followed by the twins, Selena and Serena, who were 16. Jennifer took after her mother and was long, slender, and lean, with dark hair and light skin, and dark brown eyes. She had an exquisite hourglass figure in spite of not having very wide hips, and her breasts were small B's that had just enough fullness to project from her chest with a soft roundness on their undersides, but didn't hang or sag. Her nipples were surprisingly dark and large, and seemed to be in a constant state of semi-erection. The twins inherited my Norwegian stock, and were blue-eyed, sandy-blond, and surprisingly curvaceous for their age, with narrow waists, smooth shoulders, and impressive bosoms in spite of their athletic figures. 

This was my first Festival, and I wanted it to be a very special for Jennifer. I had read a lot of books, and we had done our best in raising our daughter to be ready for this important night, but I was still nervous about many of the details. I was glad for the opportunity to learn from George Ramer, and looked forward to whatever wisdom he'd have for us today in our private consultation. 

After I arrived home from work on Tuesday, I poured myself a glass of scotch and sat in the living room waiting for Ramer and reflecting on the history of the Festival and what it meant for our family.

Fifty years ago, the golden age of the internet had launched a sea change in sexual mores, and the mid-2000's were a defining moment in an already rapidly progressing culture. Porn had become a mainstream phenomenon, and suddenly thousands of normal young women were shooting videos and photo spreads as a means of sexual exploration and a tidy income. 

Many would simply set up their own simple website and livecast themselves in their bedrooms naked, masturbating, or having sex with friends from their high school while charging a modest fee for viewers to enjoy the show or even participate. Others would audition for 'modeling' agencies and sign with established porn studios, and Eastern Europe was full of massive estates which maintained stables of hand-picked young women who were essentially maintained in luxurious captivity for the sole purpose of shooting high-quality pornography and, of course, servicing the owners of the compounds and their friends. For their part, living in a paradise of good food, glamorous clothing, the best physical care, and a considerable paycheck was considered a fair enough trade for many girls to be the sexual playthings of what had become a legitimate business of sex, and the porn produced by these houses doubled as an advertisement for new bodies, a need which an increasing number of American girls were happy to fulfill.

Concern began to arise, however, as the scale of participation became evident. Unprecedented numbers of 'girls-next-door' were selling themselves on the free market, and two major issues finally came to a head as American men realized that their neighbors, their daughter's classmates, and sometimes their own daughters were suddenly appearing in the porn they were enjoying which was being produced in other states and countries. First, safety was an obvious issue. It was great that young women were feeling more free than ever to express themselves sexually, but certainly many were being forced to do so with unsavory individuals, and the danger was simply not acceptable. 

Second, there grew a realization that these young women were extraordinarily valuable, and it was ridiculous that because of antiquated moral scruples the most beautiful and desirable of them should have to go to such lengths in order to satisfy their natural urge for sexual explorations while ultimately only profiting (both financially and sexually) men who had no connection with or care for them or the community they were raised in. There was no denying that young girls wanted to express themselves sexually; it was obvious that either they would do so for the benefit of unscrupulous and possibly dangerous individuals who cared primarily about how many dollars they could wring from these nubile young bodies, or else American fathers would step up to preserve the precious resource of their daughters' sexuality and keep it in the families, towns, and the country that had invested so much in making American girls the amazing examples of healthy sexuality they were. It was time to harness that sexuality and guide it carefully and safely, and ensure that it benefited those who had done the most to create it. 

Starting with op-eds and features in news magazines, continuing to grassroots 'town hall' meetings and petitions, initiated in small communities and spreading to the larger cities as a movement, and finally through legislation at the federal and state level, the next fifty years saw sweeping changes in the United States that were felt to result in the most honest and natural form of sexual practice in the history of the country. 

Girls were now taken in hand by their fathers from an early age and groomed to be excellent expressions of female potential. They were raised to be perfect ladies, polite, generous, gentle, and elegant. Starting in the home, and gradually expanding to friends, strangers, and the public, they were conditioned to be proud of their bodies and the pleasure they brought to others. Girls were to never feel shame about any part of their bodies, and became keen observers of what parts of themselves brought the most enjoyment to different people. 

Their virginity, however, was inviolate. They were carefully chaperoned at all times, and while they were likely to spend significant amounts of time in the nude in front of other people as they grew up, they were never touched by anyone while naked, except for their father or a professional specialist who might be engaged for the purpose of advancing their rigorous training. They were strictly prohibited from pleasuring themselves, and disciplined summarily if they were caught violating these rules.

As they grew, it was the father's responsibility to ensure that they would have the benefit of the best nutrition and exercise he could provide, so that as they reached maturity they were healthy, firm, toned, flexible, and confident adult women ready to debut at their Festival. 

The Festival was an annual community event in which that year's crop of new young women were celebrated as sexually mature females and released to the public. This was generally in the year of their 18th birthdays, and our state followed this rule, though there were regional variations on the custom. In Alabama and Texas, for instance, girls celebrated their Festival at the age of 16, Louisiana and Arizona the age was 13. In each case an elaborate pageant was staged in a concert hall or similar venue and carried live by local television and radio stations, in which the girls were put through their paces by their fathers, verified to be virgins, and evaluated on numerous criteria. 

After the final judging, the girls were ranked based on their aggregate scores for desirability. First place was a tremendous honor to the family, and the father who had raised that year's most sexually desirable new female (and, by extension, advanced furthest the ideal of the female sex) was awarded the privilege of deflowering his choice of the other contestants there on the stage. After he had 'broken the seal' he formally pronounced his pleasure to the assembled crowd, acknowledged the girl's father for a job well done, and then offered her to the rest of the community as an exquisite asset to be cared for and enjoyed. Each father, in order of his daughter's placing, then took his choice of the remaining young women and repeated the ritual until they were all released to womanhood, with the public standing witness to their transformation.  

Following her festival, a young woman began to prepare for marriage. Strong, happy marriages are important to family and community stability, and obviously a more sexually skilled woman is more desirable. It was felt that this was something that should not be left to chance or the peccadilloes of an inexperienced girl's emotions. There was no way for a debutante to know what she would like or be good at sexually before she tried it, and a lingering mistaken sense of modesty or shyness, left to itself, might result in a valuable young woman missing out completely on certain subtleties of sexuality that could have a huge positive impact on her marriage. Legally, then, debutantes did not have the ability to give refusal to anything that could be justified as furthering their sexual education. They were, at this point, simply in a more advanced stage of their training, and since the community stood to benefit from her excellence as a married woman, the community assumed the responsibility for her education. Practices were implemented to ensure that by the time a girl found a life-long mate, she would have as broad an experience and education in sexual matters as possible, the better to please her husband no matter what sort of tastes he happened to have. 

At the same time, some structure was seen as necessary to prevent exhausting or damaging a young female, or wasting her prime sexual years on individuals who had done nothing to progress female sexuality in general. Thus, a clear code of right was established:

1. A young, unmarried man may only have sex with unmarried females in a dating or courtship situation, and only with the female's consent, or with unmarried females over the age of 40 at his discretion. 

Young men had little experience of their own, and certainly had not earned the right to enjoy the most desirable females, so they were required to treat a girl with respect, take her out like a gentleman, and attempt to actually woo her in order to have sex. The odds were definitely against him, though, unless a girl truly liked him and was interested in marrying him. They were expected to gain sexual experience by availing themselves of older, unmarried women whose primary role was being available for such exploration and experimentation. 

2. Married men WITHOUT daughters may have sex with any unmarried females over the age of 30, at his discretion.

Once a man had married, he was considered to be in training for his future as an educator of young women. He was expected to start working on conceiving his own daughters with his wife immediately, and in the meantime to learn as much as he could about good sex by practicing on any woman he cared to who, for whatever reason, remained unmarried over 30 years of age. 

Most girls were married fairly young, and if a woman still had not found a husband by the end of her twenties, she was expected to assume a teaching role of her own by helping young husbands learn everything they could about sex. Although most women found it a pleasure to serve in this important capacity, it was a legal requirement, not an option, and the youthful enthusiasm most young husbands showed for mastering the intricacies of their upcoming responsibilities meant that many unmarried women spent the first couple years of their thirties with little time for anything but their copulatory duties.  

3. Married men WITH daughters who are in the year of their Festival, or have already celebrated it, may have sex with any unmarried females who have celebrated their Festival, at his discretion. 

Once her virginity had been taken at the Festival, a girl was essentially continually available for intercourse to any man who had an adult daughter of his own. These men had first of all done their part to advance the cause of improving female sexuality, and so had earned the right as connoisseurs to enjoy the finest quality female bodies available; secondly, since they had daughters of their own, it was felt that they could be trusted to treat such priceless assets with respect and focus most of their energy on making the experience educationally valuable for whatever young woman they might have at hand. 'Educational value' was a broadly applicable term; ultimately nearly anything that could be considered sexual obviously offered the possibility of a fresh and valuable perspective for a young girl, and since time was at a premium (the intent being to create a perfect intersection of fresh, young physical attractiveness with a comprehensive catalog of sexual skills and tastes), the fathers of a community treated the education of their young women with a sense of urgency. Once she had celebrated her Festival, a girl was in a constant state of training and subject to vigorous lessons, at nearly any time, whenever it might occur to a father that he had something of value to teach her. 

There were exceptions to a girl's availability, of course; if she was in a class or at her job, she was not to be removed from the situation for sex. If she was at home or with her father or another man, her chaperone had right of refusal and consent concerning anyone who might wish to enjoy her. And it was generally considered unreasonable to expect a girl to have sex with more than three men in a span of twenty-four hours. Other than these examples, however, a girl's sexual education was brisk, adventurous, and frequent until she was married. 

Society rapidly became focused largely on improving the sexual desirability of young women in a systematic way, which meant that a young man had a vested interest in marrying the most attractive woman he could in order to father the highest-quality girls possible, so that he had better chances of them placing well in their Festival, so that he could in turn enjoy sex with the most attractive debutantes.

As an 18-year old young man, I had certainly learned my share from several older, more experienced women, and as soon as I got married at 20, I went to work with pretty much every 30-year-old woman I could find. I had learned much, and gained a lot of experience that would prove to be valuable, but I was excited for this next phase in the journey. My wife had been the only very young woman I had ever slept with, but now, with Jennifer on the cusp of her Festival, I was preparing for a glorious next few years of enjoying nearly any girl I wanted, when I wanted. I would take my job as sexual mentor for these new adult females very seriously, and knew that it would be a lot of work, but I was prepared to do my part in helping each of them become their best. 

So now, as I waited for Ramer, with much hanging in the balance of this first Festival, I hoped that his expertise would help us place well, and I looked forward to a future of working closely with many young girls as I took my place among the fathers of adult daughters.



The Festival Ch. 02



Amy looked up at me. "Go on then. Fuck her."

I edged forward, grabbing hold of Kate's ankles and pushing them apart. Then, lining up my dick, I slid it in all the way to the base. She was tight but incredibly wet. She started moaning and my girlfriend held her head still and started stroking her face.

After a few minutes of fucking like this, I was getting close to cumming. But I wanted her to squirt again, So I bent my knees a little and angled my prick up so it was stroking her G-spot. This did the trick and almost immediately she was yelling and thrashing about and squirt after squirt of warm, clear liquid was spraying out of her pussy, drenching my balls and running down my thighs. 

I looked up to see Amy, her fingers stroking her friend's face, and her eyes transfixed by the sight of my cock slamming in and out of that soaking pussy. She lifted her eyes to look at me and they were shining with lust. It was too much for me and I pulled out of Kate, spraying my cum all over her body, as far up as her cheek, over her tits, and on her stomach. 

I was standing there with my cock in my hand, panting, admiring my handiwork, and watching my cum start to run off Kate's stomach and drip down onto the already soaked carpet, when the door opened and Jen and Ste walked in……………



The Festival Ch. 03



"Seriously, guys, it's getting like the final days of the Roman Empire in here," said Jen, stepping into the motorhome, seemingly unfazed by the sight that had greeted her as she walked in. 

Spread naked across the table was Kate, a stunning redhead who we'd only met an hour ago and who had turned out to have been my girlfriend, Amy's, ex-girfriend. Amy was sat on the bench behind Kate's head, watching my cum run down the redhead's large breasts to form a river in her cleavage. I was standing between Kate's legs, still gripping my deflating cock, and uncertain what to say as Jen walked confidently towards me.

Ste, Jen's boyfriend, stood uncertainly holding onto the door, his eyes fixed on the beautiful girl on the table. No one seemed to know what to do next. Except for Jen.

She stopped in front of me and dropped to her knees, then took my now flaccid cock in her mouth and began to suck it.

"Jesus, Jen!" said Ste. "What the fuck are you doing?"

Clearly, even though we'd all enjoyed a foursome the night before, Ste still wasn't too happy about his girlfriend sucking my cock. If I was honest I could see his point. But Jen showed no signs of stopping, and my cock was now nearly up to its full nine inches.

Fortunately, Amy knew how to distract him. 

"Come on Ste," she pouted at him. "Don't be a spoilsport."

She reached forward and started rubbing my cum around Kate's erect pink nipples, while looking straight at Ste. He glanced over once more at Jen who was running her tongue up the underside of my shaft and then walked over to the other two girls. 

I was glad he made that decision.

While Jen reached to pull my asscheeks forwards, pushing my cock down her throat, Amy and Kate unbuckled Ste's jeans. His cock sprang out and my beautiful blonde girlfriend captured it between her lips. Kate seemed totally unfazed by this turn of events and started licking his balls while rubbing her dripping wet pussy. 

I thought Jen might have been bothered by this girl, who had completely blanked her when they first met just an hour ago, tonguing her boyfriend's balls, but she seemed completely focussed on getting as much of my cock down her throat as possible. I could feel it sliding between her cheeks and down her tighter throat, and could see there was only about two inches showing. Then she pulled back again, strings of spit connecting my prick and her full red lips. Then with a look of determination in her eyes she went back down on it, pulling my asscheeks towards her and this time taking even more in and leaving only an inch left to go. 

Looking up I could see Kate was now idly rubbing Ste's cock over one of her nipples while they both watched Amy undress. She was down to her bra and panties and pushing her long blonde hair over her shoulders, before reaching behind her to unclasp her bra. Her large, round breasts came free, jutting straight out. I'd seen them many times, and Ste had already marvelled at them the night before, but Kate gasped. 

Reaching to stroke the soft golden skin and the erect pink nipples she breathed: "They're still incredible, hon. Just how I remember."

While Amy leaned forward and kissed Kate deeply on her lips, Jen stood up, and unclipped her red bikini top. I leant forward to kiss each of her nipples, then carried on down to pull off her jeans. I'd already discovered that she wasn't wearing panties, so now my eyes were level with her dark bush. 

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that Ste had pushed his hard cock between my girlfriend's tits and was now sliding up and down between them, while Amy carried on kissing Kate. Then Jen pushed me onto the floor of the motorhome. It was wet from where Kate had squirted a few minutes earlier, but I didn't mind as I felt Jen straddle me and slide the top of my prick into her pussy.

She wasn't fully ready so it didn't slip it that easily, but she braced herself with her hands on my chest, and, with her eyes closed, she inched her way down it. As she bottomed out she leant forward and whispered: "Oh my God, Nick, that feels incredible. It's so big."

I moved up to kiss her, but she backed off. She had this thing about kissing that was driving me wild. Her lips were so ripe, so moist, so ready to be kissed, that I was aching inside to feel my lips on them. But she wouldn't let me. Instead she leant back a little, her breasts jutting forward and started sliding up and down my pole. 

I looked up to see her with her head thrown back, her silky black hair tossing from side to side, and her mouth open in ecstasy. When I put my hands on her hips and started moving her up and down faster on my cock she started moaning my name. Then when I reached further round and started to play with her asshole she threw her head forward with a grunt of excitement. That let me know how to make her come. Without any warning I slid my middle finger into her ass, and she began to scream my name, her pussy spasming around my cock. 

I managed to hold off my own orgasm and pulled my finger out, waiting for her to stop coming, holding my rock hard cock still inside her pussy. Once she'd calmed down she leant forward and kissed me right next to the lips. Looking at me with a smile she said: "Thank you. That was phenomenal."

I'd been so wrapped up fucking Jen that I'd nearly forgotten the threesome on the other side of the motorhome. I looked over to see Amy knelt on the bench, her cheek pressed up against the curtains covering the window, and Ste standing behind her sliding his cock slowly in and out of her pussy. Kate was sitting next to her, kissing her and stroking her tits. 

I had an idea. A dirty idea. I smiled at Jen. "You think that was phenomenal? Let's try something that will really blow your mind."

Before she could object, I called over to Ste.

"Ste, mate, fancy giving me a hand here?" As I did I pulled Jen forward onto my chest, my cock still in her and spread her asscheeks for Ste to see. 

He got my meaning straight away and grinned at me. He pulled his cock out of my girlfriend and moved over to us. Amy didn't seem to mind, especially as Kate quickly moved round behind her to replace Ste's prick with her mouth.

I was still holding Jen down against my chest so she was muffled when she said: "I'm not sure this is a good idea. I've never done it before."

I stroked her soft hair and said: "Don't worry. We'll go slowly. Just relax and you'll enjoy it." 

As Ste positioned himself behind her and lined his purple cockhead against her tight asshole, I pulled her cheeks apart. The two other girls even stopped what they were doing to watch Jen's double penetration. 

I felt Jen tense up as Ste eased his spongy head inside her ring, and sensed her concentrating on breathing and relaxing. I could feel him just inside her while I held my cock, rigid and throbbing inside her other hole. He was struggling to get inside her until Amy and Kate came over to kneel either side of him. Amy kissed his lips while running her hands across his chest, and Kate reached down to help guide his cock deeper into Jen's ass. 

Kate started a commentary on Ste's progress. In her cutglass posh accent I could hear her say: "You're an inch inside her now. Push some more. Go on make the bitch feel it. That's it. You're halfway in now. Come on, you big bastard, hurt her. Let this little slut have everything you've got. Just push as hard as you can."

I remember thinking a that point that Kate and Jen weren't ever going to be good friends.

Urged on like this, Ste was going in too quickly, but Jen was taking it. 

Finally, Ste was all the way in. Kate slapped Jen's asscheek and said: "Yes! That's all of it right inside her. Now fuck her both of you. Go on! Make her scream."

I think Jen was too focussed on the two huge pulsating pricks embedded in her to worry about what Kate was saying. Looking up I could see she was panting with her eyes closed and her mouth set in a smile.

Behind her Amy was whispering to Ste, then kissing him. I thought for a second that it was unfair Amy was allowed to kiss him when I wasn't allowed to kiss Jen, then it occurred to me that Amy must have told Ste to ignore Kate and go easy on his girlfriend's ass. He began slowly pulling out of her, then easing his way back in. We soon set up a rhythm, alternating in and out of her holes, and her cries grew louder and higher pitched.  

"Oh my God," she panted in between breaths. "I feel so full. Fuck me. Both of you. Fuck me harder." 

We sped up our pace, and I could see the sweat running off Ste's forehead. My balls were ready to explode, but I didn't want the feeling to end. 

Kate had grown tired of urging Ste to hurt his girlfriend and instead clambered up onto the table above us, spreading her legs and stroking her clit. When Amy turned and slid three fingers into the redhead's pussy I knew what was coming, but Ste and Jen were about to be surprised. 

Kate let out a sudden scream and started bucking on Amy's fingers, then cum started gushing out of her pussy and all over Ste, Jen and me. It was covering our faces, our hair was dripping with it and I felt it running over Jen's nipples as they grazed my chest. Once he realised what was happening, Ste went into overdrive, frantically sawing his cock in and out of Jen's asshole. Kate got her way in the end, but by then none of us cared and Jen was loosened up enough that it didn't hurt her.

We all came at the same time, Ste and I both spurting deep inside of Jen who writhed between us, her body shaking and dripping with Kate's cum. 

My balls were aching by the time Jen pulled herself off me, both of us drenched and drained. She just collapsed back on top of me, resting her head on my chest and sighing contentedly. 

The motorhome was nearly silent for a few seconds. The only sounds were the five of us catching our breath, and the distant noise of a band on stage.

Eventually, Kate broke the silence: "Er, do you think I could I use your shower?"

We all burst out laughing. 

"I think we could all do with a shower after that," said Amy, who took the redhead by the hand towards the bathroom. 

"Don't use all the hot water," mumbled Jen.

"What?" asked Amy looking back.

"Don't use all the hot water," I said, stroking the hair of the girl collapsed on my chest. She was moving up and down with the rise and fall of my breathing, I could feel her cheek on mine and, even though I'd just come twice in quick succession, the second time more powerfully than I think I'd ever done in my life, I could feel a faint stirring in my balls. 

Amy nodded, looking us both up and down, then disappeared after Kate into the shower.

Ste was leaning against the counter, still catching his breath. His hair was stuck to his forehead through a combination of his sweat and Kate's cum. He pushed it back, saying: "That was incredible. Did you see her cumming all over us? It was just squirting right out of her pussy."

I didn't say anything as I was distracted by Jen reaching down to interlace the fingers of one of her hands with mine. Our bodies were both still soaking wet, and our hearts were pounding together.

Ste moved towards the bedroom. "I'm going to crash for a bit. You coming Jen?"

She shook her wet hair on my chest and made a noise like: "Nuuuh."

He shrugged and went into the bedroom.

As soon as the door shut, I felt Jen's lips on my neck. "I want you again," she whispered in my ear. She sounded completely alert.

"Are you kidding?" I laughed

"No," she reached down to feel my flaccid cock. "I want it in me again. And again. And again. I don't want to live another minute without your beautiful big prick inside me." She raised her head to look into my eyes, her lips an inch from mine, and her wet, black hair hanging down on my cheek. She looked beautiful and my cock was starting to twitch in her hand. 

She felt it and smiled. "Fuck me again," she whispered insistently.

I carried on looking into her dark brown eyes, my lips tingling in anticipation of touching hers, and my cock growing harder in her hand. I parted my lips and moved very slightly towards her. She didn't move her head but lifted a leg and slipped her pussy back over my cock. She was full of my cum and soaking wet, but it still felt great to be inside her again. I started to buck very slightly, the base of my prick rubbing against her engorged clitoris. She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes meeting, and I moved my lips up to reach her's. The touch was electric but brief. She pulled her mouth away, and pushed her pussy further down onto my cock. 

With a growl I quickly stood up, remaining inside her, and sat her down on the counter against which her boyfriend had been resting only a few minutes earlier. Then, with clenched teeth, I started driving in and out of her hole, while she wrapped her legs around my waist and moaned for me to do it harder. I did, focussing every muscle in my body on her, feeling every inch as I pounded in and out of her soft, warm pussy, licking her neck to taste her sweat and then burying my face deep in her hair.

We came together, me once again pumping what little cum I had left deep inside her, and her clinging tight onto me, digging her nails into my back.

"Don't you two ever stop?" said Kate, coming out of the bathroom, wrapped in a white towel and drying her hair. 

Neither of us looked at her. We were staring deeply into each other's eyes. 

Then dragging myself back to reality, I pulled out of Jen and walked to the bathroom. "I'm going for a shower too," I said.  I brushed past Amy on my way in. She was wearing a white towel too, which contrasted beautifully with her flawless golden skin. We didn't say anything. She just looked at me, an amused look in her eye. I thought as I squeezed past her that while I had enjoyed fucking Kate and Jen, neither of them were anywhere near as beautiful as Amy. 

I stood holding the door open, watching her walk away. She truly was stunning. I couldn't believe my luck, having someone who looked like her and was willing to do the things she was willing to do. I smiled to myself and was about to step into the bathroom, when my eyes met Jen's.

She'd watched me watching Amy, and now she was looking straight at me, her eyes burning with unbridled lust. Shocked by the intensity of her expression I ducked into the bathroom and stepped under the shower, the hot water washing away the mingled sweat and cum that was covering my body.

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Later that evening, I was sat by the beer tent watching the legs of people dancing to Faithless. I was with Amy, Ste and Jen, and this was the group we'd most wanted to hear, but none of us had the energy to stand up and look at the stage, let alone start dancing to it. We'd taken all our drugs on the first night, so couldn't even turn to chemicals for a lift.

Amy was resting her head on my stomach and Jen was leant back against Ste. Looking at her I couldn't help but think back to a few hours earlier when she'd been leaning against me in that position as I'd edged my hands ever so slowly down the front of her jeans. I caught her eye once or twice and my guess was that she was thinking the same thing.

It was only when the conversation got onto Kate that Jen seemed to get interested in it.

"I think she's a complete bitch," she said. "What were you thinking of, going out with her?" she said to Amy.

"Well," said Amy, smiling knowingly and looking at me and Ste. "She has got one or two good points. I thought back to an image of Kate spraying me, Jen and Ste with her pussy juice, and found I had to agree with my girlfriend.

"She's ok," I said. "I guess you just have to get to know her a bit better."

Jen sat up and stared at me wide-eyed. "You want to get to know her better, Nick? Well why don't you do that then? I think she's a fucking cow and I never want to see her again."

Ste began rubbing Jen's shoulders and laughing nervously. "All right, just chill out Jen. It's ok."

She shrugged him off and jumped to her feet, still looking at me furiously. "No it's not fucking well ok." She walked off quickly. I jumped up and was about to run after her, when I felt Amy's hand hold mine, and saw Ste running after her. 

I remembered that he was her boyfriend, so it should be him who went to talk to her not me. So I sat down, still looking at her small figure disappearing into the crowd, Ste close behind her.

I turned to look at Amy and raised my eyebrows. "What's got into her?"

Amy laughed slightly, her blonde hair falling across her face. She looked at the ground.

"What?" I asked, confused.

Amy looked up at me, smiling ruefully. "You don't know what's got into her?"

"What do you mean?"

She smiled and sighed, crossing her legs under her and leaning towards me. In the half-dark she looked so beautiful as she gently stroked my cheek. "Nick. Sweet, sweet Nick. It's not what's got into her. It's who."

I carried on staring at her uncomprehendingly. Sure, I thought – it's Kate who's got to her. Why was Amy acting so strangely?

Amy exhaled, sounding a little exasperated by my stupidity. 

"Nick, you've got into her. That's what's happened. Really, you have no idea at all, do you?"

I was stunned. My head was starting to swim a little, and I wanted to ask Amy what she meant, when we were interrupted by a female voice.

"So that's where you two are hiding."

"Hi Kate," said Amy. "Come and sit down."

She kissed Amy deeply on the lips, then sat opposite us. "Fuck me, you are gorgeous."

Amy smiled and looked at the grass.

She continued: "Amy, darling. You know I was telling you about my cousin, Keira, who I've come with? Well she wants to meet you." She paused and raised an eyebrow smiling. "She really wants to meet you if you know what I mean. Come with me back to our tent, will you?"

Amy hesitated. "But isn't she only like eighteen years old?"

"Yes. So? Do you remember what we were doing when we were eighteen?" 

The two girls looked at each other for a second and then Amy said: "Why not? I'm not that into the music right now anyway." 

They both stood up and looked down at me.

"Well?" said Kate.

"What?" I said looking up at her.

"You coming or not, big boy?"

"OK" I said, trying to keep the excitement out of my voice. I was about to ask Amy about Jen and Ste, but I didn't have time. Kate linked arms with Amy, and set off, walking quickly through the dancing crowds. I followed behind them, wondering what was going to happen next on this incredible weekend.



The Festival Ch. 03



When Ramer arrived, I poured him a glass of scotch, grabbed a notebook and pen, and led him up the stairs to Jennifer's bedroom, where she was doing her homework. I knocked on the door and opened it. 

Despite Jennifer's age, pink was still the main color of her personal space. Her white princess bed frame and pink bedspread dominated the center of the room; though she was normally quite tidy, she had just washed a load of her panties, which were arranged in a colorful, lacy profusion along the metal rail of her footboard to dry. Her desk was in front of the window, and she sat in an office chair with her back to us as we entered, working at her computer. Her long, dark ponytail bobbed in surprise as she turned and saw that I had brought a guest with me. 

Like most families, we had raised her to be comfortable in and out of clothing; from childhood we treated her body as something to be proud of. The general rule was that young girls should wear the least amount of clothing appropriate in any given circumstance; they needed to be accustomed from a very young age to being visually enjoyed by others at all times, and it was a sign of poor upbringing if a girl was excessively covered. Though she was perfectly happy being nude in front of other people, we taught her that being naked was still something special she should share with special people for special reasons. For instance, when family or friends visited, we would often have her undress so that a full appreciation could be made of how much she'd grown and changed since last time they'd seen her. More often than not, as her own preference, she would simply stay naked for the rest of the visit, which was usual in private situations. When out and about in public, normal clothing was customary, but it was always designed to showcase her maturing figure, not cover it. When at home, we expected her to wear light, simple clothing for the sole purpose of covering her modesty.

Turning around in her chair and standing up to greet us, she wore a white, loose-fitting tank top that was nearly sheer. The clinging fabric outlined her pert bosom, and the faintly visible darkness of her areolas drew our eyes to the tips of her breasts. Her only other article of clothing was a pair of light cotton panties--her usual lounging-around-the-house outfit. I introduced her to our guest, and Ramer extended his hand.

'Honey, this is Mr. Ramer. He's been helping me get you ready for the Festival, and I wanted him to come give me some advice about a couple details. Can you help us out?'

She giggled and nodded, 'Of course, daddy! What do you need?'

Ramer chuckled as he shook her hand. 'Good to meet you, Jennifer. Goodness, she's not shy at all, is she? You are a treat, young lady.' Raising her hand above her head, he gently twirled her around to get a good look at her backside. Jennifer giggled again and spun back around in mock embarrassment, clasping her hands in front of her crotch.

I smiled at her coy behavior, but couldn't let her instinct for modesty go unchecked--certainly not in front of one of the best coaches in female handling in the state. I gestured with my hands and gently reminded her that a lady doesn't cover herself when she is being appreciated. She pouted for an instant, sorry that she had disappointed me, and quickly brought her hands back to her sides, standing up a little straighter and pushing her chest out a little further than was necessary, just to show that she was really trying to be a good girl. Her nipples pushed against the loose fabric, and the edge her right aureole just peeked out from the side of the skimpy tank top. 

'I'm sorry, Mr. Ramer, I didn't mean to cover myself,' she apologized, smiling and looking him in the eye like a mature, polite woman and carefully speaking the phrases she'd learned in her etiquette classes. 'I'm glad you like my body--please feel free to enjoy looking at it.'

'Honey, Mr. Ramer is here to help us decide how to style your hair in your bikini area for your big night. It's an important part of your look, and since this is my first time doing this, I'm not sure what would be the best choice. He's an expert, and he's helped a lot of girls place very well in the Festival, so I wanted him to take a look at you and give me his opinion.'

As I spoke, Jennifer's eyes moved from me to her panties to Ramer, and they grew a little bigger. She had been naked in front of other people many times over the years, but with the exception of the thorough evaluation I had needed to do on her when I had started Ramer's Festival Preparation Course, it had always been an informal, casual nudity--never with an actual focus of attention on her genitals, and certainly not by a stranger. She knew that as she grew up, however, that that would start to change, and she apparently decided that this must be part of that change. She nodded her head understandingly, and then smiled in assent.

'Of course, daddy! I was not sure of that either--I had some ideas, but I'm glad you found someone to help. Thank you, Mr. Ramer, for being willing to do this. I was kind of worried; I know that it's really important to get good scores on that whole area. I read a magazine that said I can't change the way my vagina is shaped, but that the way I style it is important to the overall score the judges give it.'

Ramer nodded kindly and smiled.

'Certainly, Jennifer. It's my job, and I wouldn't want you to feel anything but confident when you are up on stage for your big night. We'll make sure you feel and look great. My daughters have all been styled differently for their Festivals, and they all got top marks in that area, and I help several other girls each year with lots of different aspects of preparation. So I think I have a pretty good chance of helping you do well, too.' 

He sat down on the edge of her bed and motioned for her to stand in front of him. She complied, her light purple panties at his eye level. I pulled her desk chair around next to them and opened my notebook. 

'Now, why don't you help me holding your tank top just up above your belly button for me like this, and I'll take a look here,' he said in a cheerful, business-like fashion, and as she did so, showing great care to do exactly as he'd asked, he looked at her panties for a long moment, then began talking me through his method. 

'First thing is to see the shape of her mons, and how her hips join with it, and the overall proportions and shape of this whole area,' he said, spanning his hands from hip-bone to hip-bone and then using his fingers to lightly trace the edges of her panties down to where they plunged between her legs. Jennifer shivered as she felt him touch her there. 

'She doesn't have really wide hips, and she's fairly lean, so first of all we'll want something more tightly trimmed and sculpted,' he explained. 'She has a nice flat stomach, and her mound is not terribly prominent, but it's obvious she has some well-defined outer labia here--you can see them quite distinctly through her panties. It's usually a good idea to accentuate them, if they're nicely shaped. Let's see what we're working with, here.' As he said this, he grasped the waistband of the panties and eased them down Jennifer's thighs, leaving them just above her knees. My daughter's left hand moved to cover her mouth, and she pouted slightly as the cool air from the open window made contact with her pussy, but she maintained her composure and held tightly to her tank top with her right hand, holding it just above her navel as she had been directed, knowing how important it was that our view of her private area remain unobstructed. 

Her pussy was beautiful. It was a clean, perfectly symmetrical slit in the middle of a surprisingly plump mound of soft flesh, and just visible in the depths of the fissure was an irresistible glimpse of her clitoral hood enfolded in the delicate, finely detailed edges of her inner labia. She kept her dark, thick pubic hair trimmed quite short, but it was otherwise a full, natural bush--we had neither shaved nor waxed, since we wanted to have the most to work with when we made our decision for the Festival. Ramer nodded his head knowingly.

'This is excellent,' he said, 'absolutely lovely pussy, Jennifer.' He leaned in to make a closer study. Jennifer, unused to such an intimate examination, shifted slightly away. Ramer, whose years of experience handling young girls was now second nature, smoothly and firmly grasped her hip with his left hand, simultaneously preventing her from avoiding his exploration while also calming her, and gently ran the fingers of his right hand over her mound and through her pubic hair as he explained his analysis to me. 

'She has really nicely prominent outer labia, and you see how they almost close at the bottom of her slit here, but there is still a clear view of her clit from the base on to about half its length--you just can't quite see her clitoral head, because it's nestled in between her outer and inner lips here. This is such a classic vulva, just outstanding. 

'Okay, the best way to present this little dish is going to be a clean wax job all the way around, with a little hair shaped kind of like a flame or a deer's tail starting right about here, at the base of her clit. And then make sure that everything below that, all along her outer labia, is super-smooth. Or--and this is really fun with a pussy like this--you can switch to a very short trim below the landing strip line, so she has two lengths of hair. The contrast can be very hot on the right girl. It'll perfectly highlight the sculpted quality of her pussy, but add a little more excitement than a full brazilian.' As he spoke, Ramer used his hands to illustrate his ideas, framing Jennifer's vulva like a director framing a shot to demonstrate the various shapes and boundaries of our options. 

I nodded, and wrote some notes and scribbled some sketches. I was doing my best to emulate the cool professionalism of Ramer, but I had to admit that it felt strange to watch my daughter being handled so familiarly and dispassionately by a relative stranger, and also to be participating in such a cool appraisal of her sexual desirability. The evaluation I had done on her as part of Ramer's course, using his itemized sheet as a guide, had been a little uncomfortable for both Jennifer and I; although I had seen her naked many times, I was increasingly being confronted by the reality of having to think of her as a sexual object, and I realized that success in the Festival meant I would need to overcome my sense of prudishness about my little girl and wade in with both hands, so-to-speak. 

I was still not clear on how that worked. Normally, seeing a naked girl was quickly followed by the desire to have sex with her, and the actions necessary to make that a reality. The problem was, I didn't want to have sex with my daughter, and so I didn't think of her sexually. I was realizing that this would become a problem soon, since my job as her father was to craft her into an extremely desirable sexual partner. As Jennifer had grown, I had struggled to find the mindset that would allow me to view her as other men would view her, because I was too afraid that it would lead to me wanting to consummate the desires other men would have for her. 

I consciously focused on mentally and emotionally distancing myself; this was not my daughter standing here, it was just a young, soft, female body and I needed to imagine--in detail--what it would be like to have sex with it. What would be the best parts? What would be a little disappointing? What could we improve, so that having sex with this girl would be a top-shelf experience? She was clay to be sculpted into an incredible sexual creature, and like any artist, I needed to immerse myself fully in the creation of ultimate desirability. I needed to master this, since I would have to do the same thing with the twins soon. It seemed to help, a little. I decided to just follow Ramer's lead and learn what I could from him.

Jennifer was a little flushed and breathing deeply, and we could feel her body heat as she stood there. As comfortable as she was with her body, this was a new level of being handled for her, and I could see a million thoughts and feelings in her face. Wanting to involve her in the process, I asked her if she had any questions or concerns, and she nodded shyly.

'Um, Mr. Ramer, do you think it would it be a good idea for me to get some jewelry...down there?'

'Well, what do you have in mind, Jennifer?'

'I don't really know. I mean, I was over at Stefanie Lowell's house the other day, and daddy, you know her sister Tasha who graduated last year, she was there too, and the three of us were watching a movie, and then one of their dad's friends, Mr. Garner, came by and asked Mr. Lowell if he could have sex with Tasha, and Mr. Lowell said yes, and when he undressed her and made her bend over the couch I saw that she had a little ring. And Mr. Garner seemed to really like it, and Tasha let me look at it afterward and she said that it felt good to her when men touched it. So, would that be something I should do?' 

Ramer listened thoughtfully, looking Jennifer in the eye as she talked. His left hand still steadied her by the hip, and the fingers of his right absently traced the lines and contours of her vulva. 

'Sometimes a little sparkle is a great idea, Jennifer,' he answered. 'Where exactly was her ring?'

Jennifer thought for a moment. She seemed to be weighing the fact that she was warming to Ramer against the growing realization that she would ultimately be abandoning all sense of privacy or modesty if this conversation continued in this vein. Through the entire consultation so far she had stood with her legs together, her thighs clasped as close to each other as she could keep them, obediently allowing us a full view of the delta between her legs, but not particularly interested in revealing more than was necessary for Ramer's professional purposes. 

It was one thing to submit to a specialist's cursory evaluation of her pubic area in order to help us prepare for the big event--and the fact that she currently possessed such a full bush made it easier to feel at least semi-covered--but it was quite another to engage with this man in a detailed conversation concerning her anatomy knowing that it would almost certainly require a far more comprehensive exploration of her female parts. I was so proud of my girl; she was obviously not comfortable sharing so much of her young self with the stranger, but she knew that placing well in the Festival was essential, and she saw that some sacrifices to her sense of propriety might need to be made in order to achieve her full potential. A brief struggle played over her expression, and then she made her decision.

'It was in her...um...in her clit...I think,' she said, her cheeks turning a lovely shade of rose.

Ramer smiled. 

'Well,' he said kindly, 'there are a couple factors to that decision. The first is whether your vagina can even be improved with a piercing, and I actually think that you've been so blessed in that area, I'm prone to say don't touch it at all--it's nearly perfect, and you are going to make a lot of men very happy with it just as it is. The other question, though, is what parts of your vagina are best suited to that sort of thing--see, every girl is different, and what works for one doesn't necessarily work for another. I know Tasha Lowell--I've enjoyed her several times myself--and she happens to have a fairly prominent, well-defined clitoris. It's easier to pierce a larger clit without damaging it, and jewelry doesn't end up overwhelming it visually. Now, from what I can see here, you look like you have a smaller, more subtle clit.' 

Jennifer's face fell a little as Ramer spoke, but she said she understood. Ramer quickly continued.

'However, there's always a way if it's what you really wanted--we'd just have to figure out what would work best for you. Is it something you might actually want to do?'

Jennifer immediately brightened up, and nodded in assent. 

'Good,' Ramer chuckled, 'then we'll need to get a little better view of the whole landscape, so to speak. So tell you what, let's have you put your foot up on the bed beside me, so I can show you some different options that you and your dad can discuss later.'

Jennifer glanced at me as if searching for permission--perhaps to refuse--but I nodded and smiled and reminded her that Ramer was taking extra time out of his day now to help us, and she should appreciate that and also make his job as easy as possible. With a bite to her bottom lip, she allowed Ramer to help her step out of her panties and then slowly raised her foot and placed it on her bed next to him. He pressed her leg to the side with a firm movement, then slid his hand along the back of her thigh, taking hold of her bottom and pulling her hips closer to him while tipping her pelvis up slightly so that her her vulva was elevated to our view and fully exposed. What we saw was spectacular. 

With her legs open her outer labia, which closed so perfectly together when she stood, parted beautifully, revealing a strikingly pink set of inner lips which ran precisely the length of her slit. Although her legs were spread, her inner labia remained closed, doing their job of keeping her soft, sensitive entrance protected from our view. They were perfectly formed, separated at the bottom around a tiny opening into her young body, running forward along the length of her slit, and joining at the top in a little nub of flesh which seemed almost to spring to life as she presented herself to us. 

Ramer tore his gaze away from my daughter's treasure long enough glance at me and raise his eyebrows in appreciation--even with his years of experience, he was impressed, and that made me proud. He quickly mastered his candid enthusiasm, however, and returned to the job he had to do. He looked at Jennifer.

'Well, first of all, your clitoris is just adorable--as I thought, it is quite small, but on the other hand it's also pretty well-defined.' He turned to me. 

'The thing is, when they're stimulated, some girl's clits get larger, while others retract further under their hood--it's usually better for those girls to get a hood piercing, and she definitely has enough to work with for that. A vertical barbell here,' he said, taking her clitoral hood between his thumb and forefinger and tugging on it gently to demonstrate how the loose, soft skin could be pulled away from the delicate little nub beneath, offering enough room for a needle to penetrate it, 'would look great; even when her legs are closed, it will be visible. On the other hand, with what I'm seeing here, this little button might tend to get more erect and visible when she's aroused, and that would make her a great candidate for an actual clitoral piercing. Have you done any stimulation training with her? Do you know how her vagina changes when she's aroused?'

I shook my head. 'Not really. Mostly we've focused on minimizing any contact or touching, especially on her own. I thought that was what we were supposed to do.' 

'Well, that is one school of thought,' Ramer said. 'And I do agree that she should be prevented as far as possible from touching herself. But I think it's important to know how a girl's body is going to respond to different stimuli; it can be very useful during the pageant as a strategic tool, and it is certainly some important information you'll want to be able to pass on to other fathers when they come to take a turn teaching her so that they have a good starting point to work from. I typically begin introducing my girls to light touching fairly early on, continue to experiment as we got closer to their Festival, and take careful notes about how different types of contact affect them. For instance, with Kelly, I found that, even as a child, whenever she had been disobedient and needed a spanking she'd get extremely wet. I was able to develop that response, so that just before I went on stage with her, I simply lightly rubbed the paddle we use at home across her backside a few times. She became an instant, total mess, and took top marks that year for lubrication. None of the other girls were even close. May I try something?' 




The Festival Ch. 04



I was glad to see that Kate and Keira's tent was pretty big. In fact it was big enough to stand up in, had an entrance porch, and might even have been bigger than our motorhome. 

Kate held open the flap at the front and saw me looking at the size of the tent. She said: "Keira's Dad bought it for her. Guess how long it took us to put it up?"

"Bloody hours, I'd have thought," I replied. 

She smiled and raised and eyebrow: "Twenty minutes with a lot of help from those boys over there."

I looked to see a group of blokes, probably in their early twenties, staring jealously at me. I grinned at Kate and ducked inside. 

It was dark inside, but through one of the internal doors I could see a single candle burning and hear Amy introducing herself. Kate pushed me from behind towards it.

I walked in to see Amy embracing a slight girl. Keira couldn't have looked less like her cousin. Her black hair was artfully curled around a pretty face - elfin is how you'd describe the look. As I looked her up and down, I noted that she as more toned than either Amy or Kate, and as she smiled at me over my girlfriend's shoulder I took in her big dark eyes accentuated by a little too much mascara, her strikingly perfect white teeth, and her flawless, lightly tanned complexion. I smiled back.

She broke away from Amy and walked towards me, holding out her hand. "Hi. I'm Keira. You must be Nick." 

I'd assumed she was English so was taken aback by her French accent. But it wasn't that that really got my attention. As soon as she moved away from Amy I saw her tits and I caught my breath. They were covered by a tight t-shirt and were probably around the same size and shape as Amy's. They were perfectly round, and jutting straight towards me, just like Amy's. However, on her slender 18 year old body they seemed almost unfeasible. I recovered my concentration just in time to shake her hand and confirm that I was indeed Nick.

Kate ordered Amy and me to sit down and began pouring us a glass of white wine. No slumming it on beer in this tent.

The three girls starting chatting about the festival, about each other, all that kind of thing. I discovered that Keira and Kate's mums were sisters. While Kate's had married a ridiculously rich banker, Keira's had married a famous French playwright, and had been brought up in Paris before going to the same English boarding school that Kate had been to a few years earlier. I chipped in to the conversation occasionally, but as is usually the case when there's three women and one man in a room, he's not needed much in the conversation and can focus instead on taking in the view. 

And what a view it was. To my left was my gorgeous girlfriend Amy. The blonde vision of many men's dreams. She was wearing a black sarong and bikini top with her hair falling down onto her shoulders. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her large breasts move as she talked and gesticulated. Just looking at that got my pulse racing.

Opposite her was Kate. She might have been a bit of a bitch, but she more than made up for it in my mind with her looks, her style and her open attitude to sex. She was still wearing the green floral dress that she'd been wearing when we met earlier that day. Had it only been a few hours ago? So much had happened since. I thought back to when I'd found her lying across our motorhome's table with my girlfriend lapping at her pussy. I pictured my cock embedded in her while she squirted around it, her girl cum spraying all over my torso and running down to drip off my balls. Now Kate was dominating the conversation, telling everyone what she thought about the bands and how the showers were unhygienic. I also caught her stealing glances at Amy's breasts.

And then there was Keira. She really was ball-tighteningly sexy. She was pretty in that way that almost all 18 year olds are. Everything was firm and flawless. On top of that though she had those incredible breasts, and of course the indefinable sexiness that is peculiar to French women. When she spoke, her voice seemed to be teasing my cock to life. It wasn't just the accent, it was her coquettish mannerisms and the way she had of looking at me from beneath her long eyelashes. She did it once or twice and both times I felt a lump in my trousers and in my throat. I swallowed hard, tried to stop looking up from her bare feet, along her long legs and to the hem of her short black skirt, tried to stop thinking about what I'd find if I carried on up those legs. 

I soon found though that there was only one thing that could distract me from picturing how Keira would look stripped bare, bent on all fours, with my cock sliding into her soft pink folds. It was Jen.

Even while surrounded by these three beautiful women I found my mind wandering to Jen. I hoped she was ok, that Ste had found her and calmed her down. I hoped she wasn't too angry that I'd stuck up for Kate. I wondered if I'd see her later on this evening. 

Then I realised, Amy and Kate were talking about her.

"I didn't think much of her when I first saw her," Kate was saying. "But I have to admit I was impressed at what she did. I mean I've never taken two at once."

Keira smiled broadly and turned to look at me with renewed interest. 

"Kate told me you fucked her and you have a big cock," she said raising an eyebrow as her gaze drifted down to my crotch. "She didn't tell me you were a dirty boy. Is this true?"

This was almost the first thing she'd said to me. I was lost for words. Weren't 18 year old girls meant to be shy or something?

Fortunately Amy rescued me. "It's all true," she said, moving behind me and running her hands across my chest. Speaking over my shoulder she added: "He's got a huge cock and can be very, very dirty when he wants to be."

As the two other girls watched, Amy pulled my head around to face her's and began kissing me slowly and deeply. Although I'd already cum four times that day my prick was beginning to twitch in my jeans. I was enjoying the way this conversation was developing.

Suddenly Keira interjected: "I'd like to see it."

Amy broke away from kissing me, spluttering with laughter. She recovered herself and looked appraisingly at the beautiful young French girl sitting opposite us.

"Your cousin doesn't mess around, does she?" she said smiling at Kate.

Kate sighed: "As soon as I came back this afternoon and told her about you two she's not talked about anything else. Apparently she's never seen a big cock before. All the boys at her school are your average six inches. She's hoping to get something a little more, er, fulfilling tonight."

My heart started racing. I'd been hoping I might have a chance to fuck this gorgeous girl. Now it was starting to look likely. She was looking at me with a predatory expression and I was sure she was up for it. The only question was whether my girlfriend would be ok with it. After she'd let me fuck Jen and then Kate so far at this festival I was optimistic.

I turned to look at her, and our eyes met. We spent some time looking deeply into each others eyes. I was thinking how much she'd changed since we'd arrived at Glastonbury. We'd been together for three years and I'd never seen this side to her. I was amazed she'd got so into the foursome with Jen and Ste and then earlier today she'd not blinked at the idea of letting me fuck Kate, and then at the fiveway orgy that had culminated in me and Ste both fucking Jen while Kate sprayed us all with her pussy juice. 

Amy had always been so sweet and demure, but something seemed to have flipped in her. Then there were the strange comments she'd made a short while ago about me and Jen. About how Jen was behaving oddly because of me. I couldn't figure it all out, but I wasn't complaining at how it was working out. In the last twenty-four hours I'd just had the most mind-blowing sex of my life, and, if Amy agreed, I was about to fuck this stunning French eighteen year old.

She finished deliberating and tearing her eyes away from mine to look at Keira said: "Ok. You can see his cock."

The little brunette smiled and licked her lips before turning to look expectantly at me.

I wasn't sure if I was supposed to just strip off or if that was jumping in too quickly.

"Well come on then," said Kate impatiently.

"What?" I asked.

She leant towards and me and spoke slowly as if I was stupid: "Take. Off. Your. Clothes."

If the situation had been different I might have told her to stop being so fucking rude. But I figured starting an argument was going to be less fun than having sex with Keira, so I started unlacing my trainers. Then I stood up and pulled my t-shirt over my head. 

Keira nodded as she scanned my upper body. I silently thanked my personal trainer for all the times he made me do just one more ab crunch. 

Then I unbuckled my jeans and pulled then off, leaving me in just my boxer shorts with my semi-hard cock clearly jutting out beneath the fabric. The atmosphere in the tent had changed. It was absolutely silent. All three girls were looking intently at my crotch and I was starting to feel nervous. After all the talk about how big I was, I hoped they wouldn't be disappointed.

I reached inside my boxers and ran my hand up and down my shaft a couple of times, trying to get it up to its full length, then went for it, pulling down my shorts and stepping out of them. Keira actually gasped as my cock sprang forward. Looking at her pretty face staring in amazement at my tool did wonders for my ego and as I stood there naked, my hands on my hips, angling my cock towards the teenager, I felt my cock start to rise towards its full nine inches. 

Keira finally composed herself enough to say to Kate: "And he put this inside the small girl, together with another one almost as big?"

"Yep," replied Kate. "Pretty impressive, huh?"

Keira nodded thoughtfully, and I felt Amy behind me starting to run her fingers over my ass. 

"Can I hold it?" Keira said and my prick jerked upwards. They all laughed.

I felt Amy behind me nod at the French girl and then run her hands around to grasp my hard cock and slide them up and down it. Keira crawled over towards me and knelt down, her face just inches from where my girlfriend was slowly masturbating me. 

She gently placed her hands on top of Amy's and then Amy moved her's away, so Keira's came into contact with my cock. I closed my eyes and groaned softly as she started to slide those small soft hands up and down.

"It's so hard," she said quietly, still staring at it, taking it the thickness and length of the shaft, the purple head and my big, tight balls. 

"I'm not surprised," said Kate. "The lucky bastard's in here with the three most beautiful women at the festival."

I immediately thought that one of the most beautiful wasn't here. Jen was somewhere else. Then that thought was pushed from my mind by Kate moving towards the rest of us and cupping my balls. She rubbed then gently at first and then, as Keira sped up her movements on my shaft, she started to squeeze them. It hurt a bit, but the pain was more than drowned out by the pleasure that was coursing through my body. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I mean two women is most men's fantasy, but here I was with three of them all over me. 

Amy stood up and began to kiss me while her two friends carried on playing with my penis. I was fading away into a world of sensual pleasure, forgetting everything apart from her soft lips on mine, the four hands moving urgently over my sex organs. I nearly came when Amy whispered: "Keira. Why don't you taste it?" 

The teenager didn't pause for breath, just stuck out her tongue and ran it the entire length of my prick. She made an appreciative noise and then took the end into her mouth. As she sucked away, Kate started to lick my testicles and Amy began planting kisses all over my chest. I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer with these three beautiful women all over me, using their tongues, lips, fingers to bring me to orgasm. I panted: "I'm about to cum."

While Kate carried on sucking a ball deep into her mouth, Keira immediately released me from her mouth.

"Don't," she said. "I want you in me."

Kate and Amy both stopped what they were doing.

"That's ok, isn't it, Amy," said Keira. "I've never had one as big as that. I really want to feel what it's like."

Amy seemed uncertain. She was standing next to me, now idly stroking a finger along the length of my shaft. "Do you want to?" she asked me.

I should have been more subtle. Should have said something about her being the most important person to me and only wanting to do it if she was totally happy with it. But I'd just had three women bring me right to the edge of orgasm, and now this pretty French teenager was kneeling in front of my raging hard-on, her big brown eyes begging me to stick it deep inside her. 

I spoke without thinking, just imagining what that body would look like naked: "Yes. I want to fuck her. Now."

Amy's expression didn't change. She just kissed my cheek, said ok, and then went to sit next to Kate. I remember thinking that Kate was looking strangely elated as she began to stroke Amy's hair. 

I didn't think much about it. My only thought then was embedding my cock in Keira's pussy.

I walked over to her, wrapped my arms around her waist and began to kiss her. She tasted of strawberries. While we were kissing one of her hands reached down to grasp my cock. 

She whispered in my ear: "Please fuck me, Nick. Fuck me hard." I grabbed the back of her head, feeling her silky hair, revelling in the faint smell of perfume, pushing her away so I could take in her pretty face. I mashed our lips together. As she carried on rubbing my throbbing shaft I pulled her t-shirt over her head, and then broke away, panting to catch my breath.

I kissed down her soft skin to where her breasts were encased in a lacy black bra. I kissed the flesh of each one, enjoying the sweet taste of her skin. Then I kissed each nipple through the fabric, before reaching behind her and unclasping the bra. It fell away and I looked at two of the most perfect tits I have ever laid eyes on. They were just the right size and shape. As I filled each of my palms with them I felt the softness of the skin and the ripeness of the breast. Then I pinched both sets of fingers together around two turgid brown nipples. I groaned with excitement and felt my rock solid cock pulse against my stomach as I began to kiss and suck Keira's right nipple. 

I heard her exclaim in surprise and I looked to see Amy's blonde hair next to mine, her eager mouth on Keira's other nipple. Together we lowered the French girl to the floor. I began to move down over her taut flat stomach and to the top of her short skirt. Above me Kate had taken my place and was sucking her cousin's nipples.

I sat up for a second to take in the view. The blonde and the redhead were both engrossed in the younger girl's fantastic breasts while she had her head tilted back, her eyes closed and a look of utter ecstasy on her face.

I placed one hand on her right calf and slid it up, enjoying the smoothness of her skin and the beautiful sculpting of her leg. As I slid my hand inside her skirt she gasped, but opened up to let me in further. I slowly crept along her soft inner thigh until I reached her panties. I could feel the heat from her pussy and when I ran a finger along its length it was soaking wet.

I was going slowly, fighting the urge to rip those panties aside and bury myself up to the hilt inside her. I carefully unzipped her skirt and pulled it down, then peeled off her wet panties. As I discarded them, I looked down at Keira's pussy for the first time. She had a thin strip of black hair leading down to perfectly formed pink lips. I could see her small clitoris already poking through its hood. Her legs were open and she was edging slowly down towards me, pushing her already moist pussy towards my hands.

I was about to give her what she wanted when I caught sight of Kate unclipping Amy's bra. No matter what the distraction, I always wanted to see my girlfriend's magnificent breasts. It turned out Keira was just as interested. She pulled my girlfriend up towards her and started kissing her while stroking her tits. 

I momentarily forgot Keira's pussy sitting right in front of me as I watched Kate move down to pull off Amy's bikini bottoms and settle in between her legs. I watched transfixed as she stuck out her tongue to run it the length of the blonde girl's slit then slide two fingers deep inside her pussy. Amy broke away from Keira's lips to gasp with excitement, and once Keira saw the treatment Amy was getting she looked at me pleadingly and slid her pussy even closer to my mouth.

I smiled at her and dipped my mouth to get my first taste of her sweet pussy. While her mouth had tasted of strawberries, her pussy tasted of honey. I licked it deeply and slowly, running my tongue along every fold, every ridge, and savouring the taste and the scent. I mimicked Kate's actions on Amy, sliding two fingers in to feel inside the teenager's tight, soft pussy. I used my long fingers to lightly rub every part of her, then reached up to start rubbing her g-spot, while I gently but deliberately licked her pulsing clitoris. 

Soon both Amy and Keira had cum once and were panting, both calling out for us not to stop. From where I was lying I looked up along the line of Keira's well trimmed pussy hair, over her taut tanned body and her ripe breasts, topped by erect nipples, to see her still locked in a passionate embrace with my girlfriend. I could see their tongues sliding over each other's lips, kisses landing on their necks, then taking turns to suck each others perfect breasts. Amy was lying at right angles to Keira and my eyes followed the line of her beautifully sculpted body to where Kate was enthusiastically lapping away, now plunging two fingers in and out of Amy's hole. It was one of the most erotic sights of my life. 

I reached down to hold my pulsating prick and felt a drop of pre-cum on its tip. I shifted and lined it up against Keira's open, wet pussy. She was about to get the fucking of her short life. But I thought I'd make her wait just a little while longer. I started to rub my cockhead up and down over her engorged clitoris. 

Noticing me move, Kate also left Amy's pussy and moved back to Keira's side. For a few seconds both girls were licking the eighteen year olds nipples while I waited, holding my throbbing, purple head against her opening. 

Then Kate said: "Are you ready for it? He's going to stretch you open. Do you want him to?"

All three girls turned to look at me, and Keira said in her sexy French accent: "Yes. Please. I want it. I want him to fill me with his hot cum."

They all watched intently as I grasped Keira's thighs, held them further apart and them slowly pushed my cockhead into her hole. It was tighter than any pussy I'd felt for a long time, and even though her juices were running out of her and she was panting for me to give her more, her huge breasts heaving as she did so, it was slow going. 

Amy and Kate started licking those tits again while the French girl carried on urging me deeper. "Come on, you sexy boy. Fuck me more. It's so hard. Ah oui! It is hot inside me. Give me more." She wrapped her slender legs around me and started pulling me in further. Then when I finally bottomed out in her she threw her head back and came, shouting out in French. As she did, Kate and Amy's lips met in the middle of Keira's chest. I watched as they kissed deeply while the teenager's tight pussy walls clenched and unclenched around my prick.

When she had recovered I slowly pulled out and then slid back in. I gradually built up my speed, while she was calling out my name, tossing her head from side to side and pulling me deeper into her. I shifted up a bit, so my cock would connect with her clit as I slid in. This brought my face closer to Amy and Kate, who broke away from their kiss to turn their attention to me. 




The Festival Ch. 04



I.

The Festival was only a week away, and as we moved to the final phase of our preparations we knew it was still important to focus on the fundamentals. 

One of these was keeping Jennifer in peak physical condition, and we prioritized her exercise and nutrition. Three days a week she trained with a personal trainer at a gym downtown, and her discipline and commitment had paid off in a big way. 

Today was her last session, and so I loaded her and Selena and Serena, her younger twin sisters, into the car.

Steve Montgomery had built a reputation for results in training young girls for their Festival, and he ran a series of small-group classes out of his well-equipped facility. There were four girls in Jennifer's group, and they had been training together for six months. 

The other fathers and I would typically stay for the sessions, sitting on benches along the wall of the gym and talking amongst ourselves while our daughters worked out.

The other girls were filtering in as we arrived and Steve greeted each one with a big smile and a high-five. Once they'd stowed their jackets and gym bags in the lockers by the door, giggling and talking as they pulled their hair back into ponytails and filled their water bottles, he clapped his hands to get their attention.

'Alright, ladies,' he said, 'let's get started! This is your last session, and I'm so proud of everything you've accomplished. Before we begin, let's weigh and measure so we can see the final results of all the hard work you've put in. Go ahead and undress, and line up right here in front of me, please.' 

The giggling started again as the girls complied, and we were treated to the always-lovely sight of four lithe young women peeling out of their sports bras, yoga pants, and panties, which they folded neatly and stowed next to their lockers. 

Selena and Serena watched with rapt attention; they were fascinated by each part of the preparation their older sister had undergone for her Festival, and they drank in every detail of the process unfolding before them. They knew that soon it would be their turn to be on that floor, training with Steve or some other fitness coach. 

The newly naked girls then lined up in order of height in front of Steve, their hands at their sides. Jennifer was second from shortest, and on her right, slightly taller, was Liya Milano.

Liya's mother was French and Indian, and her father was Sicilian. She was dark-skinned and dark-eyed, with spectacular breasts that hung with a tangible weight but which were perfectly suspended from her lean torso, and were capped by a pair of large, dark nipples the color of milk chocolate which seemed to be the size of my thumbs and which, despite the impressive size of her breasts, pointed at a distinct upward angle. 

Her stomach was flat and defined, plunging toward a rich, dark vulva whose full lips were on full display due to the brazilian waxing that left the soft skin of her genitals smooth and exposed. The rest of her body, however, seemed to be covered in a fine, nearly invisible peach fuzz of light hair which caused her dark skin to shimmer with light. I thought she was perhaps the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, and I told her father, Tavio, so.

On Jennifer's left, and the shortest of the group, was Kelly Edwards, a curvy, compact firecracker of black and Puerto Rican descent. Her brown eyes sparkled constantly with mischief, and her hair was a jet-black mane of curls that bounced with all the energy and vitality of her personality. 

She moved like a dancer with a sensuous swing of her hips, and her butt was spectacularly round and full. Six months of exercise had only accentuated its curvature and firmness, and it was possibly her best feature-I had an irresistible urge to bite it.  

Her breasts were nothing to sniff at however, and were tidy, round B-cups with unusually small nipples which were nonetheless insistently erect in the cool air of the gym, as if refusing to let some of their larger counterparts in the room get all the attention. 

Her pussy was largely hidden by a dense, close-trimmed thicket of curly hair which had been sculpted into a triangle fitting perfectly between the junction of her legs. One could only imagine the rich pinkness to be discovered should one undertake an exploration between her folds, and her flirtatious demeanor and evident pride in her body promised a richly pleasurable reward if one was successful.

The tallest of the group as Corinna Denkel, a tall, leggy blond with statuesque germanic features, delicate lips, and a spectacular set of breasts which jutted forward with impressive prominence and were so full that they joined together in her cleavage forming an unusual and highly arousing sort of single mammary mass. 

Her areolas were faint, only slightly darker than her white skin, and her nipples were inverted, with a little pucker in each one, as if they were shy and needed some friendly, gentle stimulation to help them pop out. 

Her vagina was an exquisite, long, clean cleft between two perfectly symmetrical lips, which were adorned with a light scattering of blond hair trimmed into a small landing strip which did nothing to conceal the slight separation between them and the delicate, frilled edges of her inner labia hanging within. 

And finally, of course, there was my Jennifer-sleek and fine-featured, with her pert young breasts, long brunette hair, and her tight little bottom. She'd always been relatively thin, and I was pleased with the amount of toned muscle she'd developed in the course of her training. She was still very lean, however, and her butt cheeks were exactly the perfect size for a large man to cup in his hands. 

We'd groomed her pubic hair as Ramer had suggested, and the results were gratifying-her sculpted pussy sported a dark landing strip which started at the top of her slit, and transitioned to a shorter, closely-trimmed peach fuzz all along her outer labia. 

The effect was of a two-tone highlight that perfectly framed her shapely clitoral hood, which even now seemed to be partially drawn back to expose the head of her little button to our view. The other fathers were impressed and intrigued with how it had turned out. Carl, Kelly's father, turned to the twins with a twinkle in his eye and chuckled good-naturedly.

'So, do all the Stevenson girls do their hair like that?'

Generally the shyer of the two, Selena blushed, bit her lip, and looked coyly away; Serena, however, simply took the question at face value and grinned at Carl.

'Aaaaactually,' she explained with an endearing frankness, undoing the fly of her jeans and tugging the front of her panties down to show him, 'I do mine more like a...' 

I shot a dirty look at Carl, who was a habitual pranskter. 'Whoa, whoa, whoa!' I exclaimed, 'let's put those back on, little lady! Mr. Edwards is joking. He doesn't want to see your girl parts-I mean, he doesn't NEED to see them. We'll save that for later, okay?' 

Carl chuckled again as Serena complied. 'That's alright, Serena,' he laughed, 'thank you for wanting to show me. When's your Festival?'

'In two years,' Serena answered, a little hurt at my admonition.

'Well,' Carl said sincerely, 'that little peek you just gave me has me very excited for that day. I can't wait to get a good look at how you style yourself down there.'

'Me too!' Serena perked up, 'Maybe I can show you first of all!' 

'I'd like that, Serena,' Carl said. 'Your dad and I will talk about it.' 

Confident that my daughter's lady bits were safely back in her pants, I turned back to the action in the gym.

Steve surveyed the variety of exposed femininity before him, and smiled with pride. He had certainly good reason-all our daughters looked outstanding, and it was largely due to his particular genius for exercise and nutrition. 

Motioning Corinna to step forward, he had her step on a scale, then used a calipered instrument to measure her bodyfat percentage by lightly pinching the skin above her hip, on the side of her right breast three inches from the edge of her areola, her inner thigh two inches below the bottom of her vagina, and her right buttock. Then he used a tape to measure her waist, hips, thigh, and arms. 

Carefully he measured her bust (taking care to center the tape across her nipples), the distance between her nipples, and the width of the gap between her thighs. Working his way down the line, he repeated the process with each of the girls. 

Steve worked with a cool professionalism, and the girls obligingly accommodated him as he maneuvered around their bare bodies. 

Liya seemed a little shy of the process, but knew better than to resist; Kelly, however, giggled incessantly as if the calipers and tape tickled. When Steve knelt in front of her and asked her to stand with a slightly wider stance so that he could pinch her inner thigh, she instead lifted her leg high and set her foot on his knee, thrusting her hips toward his face in a show of eagerness to help which had the added effect of offering her pussy to him. 

The fathers chuckled-we all knew that Kelly's dad was going to have his hands full with that girl after the Festival, and had probably had his hands full with her until now, anyway.

When he'd finished all the measurements, he had the girls stand against the wall while took a photo of them from the front, the side, and the back. He had done this during the first session six months ago, and when he pulled up the original pictures and showed them to us, they were greeted with cheers and applause. Each girl had transformed dramatically-their stomachs were more defined, their waists narrower, their bottoms tighter and rounder, and their arms more toned. Steve and his program had been worth every penny.

As they had finished their measurements the girls had begun warming up for their workout, and once Steve had managed to complete taking Kelly's numbers without allowing her to take advantage of him, he began the day's training. 

The girl's workouts generally consisted of several circuits of several exercises they rotated through for short periods of time, and Steve's focus was on maintaining a lot of intensity and working the whole body for leanness and tone, while working certain muscles in isolation to help each girl sculpt her body the way she wanted. 

They worked out in the nude, since the primary objective of all of this was to perfect their naked bodies for the Festival, and in order for Steve to fine-tune their regimen he had to be able to observe their bodies in motion, in every detail. 

Today they did a series of exercises for arms and shoulders, as well as climbing on a stairmill for several minutes, and using a machine designed to help tone and sculpt their glutes. This consisted of a bench on which the girl would lie on her back, extend her legs straight toward the ceiling and insert her feet into straps attached to weighted cables, then smoothly and slowly open and close her legs as wide as she could. Steve coached with a lot of energy and enthusiasm, and remained for the most part near the cable apparatus, helping the girls get their feet in the straps and ensuring they were activating the muscles of their bottom properly. 

The other fathers and I always enjoyed watching our daughters train; they pushed themselves hard, and Steve had a gift for getting the most out of them. 

Only a few minutes into the workout they were breathing hard, their smooth skin glistening with sweat, their muscles tensing and stretching with each repetition of their exercises. 

Each time Steve had them rotate to a new station, we'd watch as the next girl mounted the stairmill and began climbing, her hips swaying hypnotically and her legs and glutes tensing as beads of sweat formed on the undersides their breasts and ran down her stomach, drenching her pubic hair and rolling down her inner thighs.

Jennifer and Liya were never that excited about working out, though they did their best. Corinna, however, was a star volleyball player at her high school and was an enthusiastic athlete; Kelly was simply highly competitive and refused to back down to a challenge, thus most workouts turned into a spirited contest between the two seemingly mismatched young girls to see who could lift the most, move the fastest, and push harder. Steve was always happy to spur on the rivalry, and today the glute apparatus became the focal point. 

Good-natured trash-talk flew back and forth between gasps for air, and as soon as one of them had finished her sprint on the stairmill she would practically dive onto her back on the bench, throw her legs in the air, and chide Steve if he didn't get her feet in the straps quickly enough. 

As soon as she was secured, Steve would kneel between her legs at the foot of the bench and lightly cradle her bottom in his hands, his thumbs on either side of her vagina, in order to help her properly flex her butt as she worked. Then she'd open her legs wide until Steve counted a complete rep (he was a stickler for good form, and ensured the girls didn't cheat by only doing half-reps), bring her feet back together, and repeat as many times as she could before it was time to rotate to the next station. 

Corinna was very strong, and it was exhilarating see her powerful thighs in action as she breathed deeply through her nose and emitted gentle grunts from the back of her throat with each repetition. Her long legs moved in great sweeping arcs through the air as she worked. 

Not to be outdone, however, Kelly had Steve add more weight on her last set. It was a little more than she could actually handle, and she struggled for her last reps, moaning and shaking on the bench. 

Just when she thought she was done, Steve suddenly told her to do three more, and she screamed with effort as she tried to spread her legs one last time. Steve placed his hands on the insides of her thighs and gently pressed them open, keeping her hips down on the bench with a steady pressure as she pushed herself to the limit, her head thrown back and her mouth wide. Steve smiled and rallied her with his coach's voice.

'You got this, girl!' he said, 'Don't quit! Look at me-LOOK AT ME and give me ONE MORE-spread 'em for me, Kelly! Atta girl!'

The exhausted girl complied, raising her head and locking eyes with her trainer as they worked together to open her legs and sculpt her amazing butt. As her legs reached the fully spread position her pussy opened itself up, and I was delighted to see that I had been right about the deep, rich pink coloration of her interior. The inner surfaces of her vagina were slick, and while it was impossible to tell if it was her natural lubricant or simply some of the copious sweat that coated her entire body, the obviously engorged state of her labia hinted strongly at the former. 

Steve let her legs go and the young girl lay on the bench panting. Her eyes were closed; her legs, still suspended in the cables by her ankles, waved weakly in the air akimbo, and her little nipples, looking painfully hard, rode up and down on her heaving bosom. 

'That was AWESOME,' Steve laughed, playfully smacking her on the butt in congratulation before undoing the straps that attached her to the machine. 'You guys all did awesome today!'

The other girls were in similar happy states of fatigue, and were scattered about the gym sitting on benches and sprawled on the floor. Steve helped them up, gave them each a high-five and a smack on the bottom, made some final recommendations for their nutrition in the final days of their preparation, and then the girls showered, dressed, and we were ready to leave. 

II.

As we left the gym, we invited Carl, Kelly, Tavio, and Liya to join us for our traditional post-workout smoothie trip. They were happy to oblige, and we walked down the block to a little cafe that served frozen yogurt and healthy smoothies, the girls chatting and laughing as we went. 

As we settled into one of the large booths, two cute young girls walked in, ordered frozen yogurts, and sat across the room at another booth. 

They were well-dressed and attractive, in very tight short shorts, heels, and thin camisole tops which did nothing to hide the fact that they were braless. 

The blond was curly-haired and fine-featured, with small breasts that seemed to point straight out from her chest, while her brunette friend was a little curvier, with wavy hair pulled into a loose ponytail and a fairly abundant bosom that stretched the fabric covering it. We watched them out of the corner of our eyes as our daughters talked away together.

Tavio and Carl both had older daughters who had celebrated their Festival, and I could see that they were considering exercising their educational responsibilities on the two young ladies. I had to admit I was filled with an impatient envy; I couldn't wait to be able to simply walk up to any girl I wanted and have sex with her, like they could. 

Before they could act, however, another gentleman walked over to them from his seat at the window. He was around fifty years old, and had a kind face, steel-gray hair, and wore a nice suit. I guessed he was an attorney. 

He pulled a chair up to the booth the girls were sitting in, and started a conversation with them. We caught bits and pieces from our seats, and watched as he introduced himself to them and asked to see their ID's. 

The girls smiled and retrieved them from their purses; both cards were light green in color, which meant that the holders had celebrated their Festivals and were available for training at the discretion of any father of a Festival graduate. The older man smiled back, and asked if they had ever had sex with a man while another girl licked their pussy; both of them shook their heads shyly, and the man smiled again.

'This is a great thing for you to be familiar with,' he said. 'It allows the man to enjoy the experience of your body while the other girl's job is to stimulate you to orgasm. Every time she licks your clit, your pussy will tighten, giving the man even more pleasure, while he simply focuses on pleasing himself with his cock inside you. It makes a better experience for everyone involved. I'd like to show you now, please, what it's like. Please stand up and remove your clothes, both of you.'

The girls complied; it was obvious it wasn't their favorite idea, but they knew that they were legally required to learn as much about sex as they could, from any qualified male who offered to teach them. Standing up by their booth, they stripped off their tops and their shorts and stood in front of their new teacher, naked except for their heels and their jewelry. 

They were both fantastic specimens; long-legged with toned arms. The blonde's nipples were surprisingly large and already were crinkled in the cool air of the shop. 

Her pussy was a clean little peach-slit with a thin scattering of light hair across her mound. Her dark-haired friend was beautifully curvy, with a lovely set of breasts that hung a little low, but were firm-looking and well shaped, and her thick, dark pubic hair was trimmed to a tight triangle that ended just at the base of her clitoris.

Both girls' expressions combined a little embarrassment with a little boredom; their Festival had evidently been fairly recent, but they were already becoming used to the rigorous demands of this new phase of their life. 

The man took a moment to survey the young bodies in front of him, evidently contemplating his best plan of attack. 

Stepping forward, he lightly squeezed the blonde's nipples between his thumb and forefinger, then gently explored her pussy, carefully noting her reactions. With a firm grip on shoulder he turned her 180 degrees and asked her to widen her stance and arch her back, then with his other hand he carefully inspected her buttocks-tracing the smooth surface of her young skin and her taut, toned musculature-and slid between them, pressing his thumb gently against her anus and rubbing his finger in tiny circles around her little star as he observed her reflexes clench and relax her sphincter, and spreading her labia to access her moist insides. 




The Festival Ch. 04



While Keira came again from the extra stimulation on her clit, Amy, Kate and I shared a threeway kiss. Then Amy broke away and threw one of her legs over Keira's body, presenting with her open cunt just above where I was splitting Keira's in two. I growled as I pulled out of Keira and slid my cock into Amy. 

"Oh yes, Nick. Fuck me," the blonde girl moaned.

I had other ideas. I pulled out of her and slid straight back into Keira. 

"Yes! Fuck me!" shouted the French girl.

Then I pulled out of Keira and slammed it back into Amy. I carried on alternating between these two gorgeous women, while Kate quickly pulled off her green dress and underwear, then knelt between them, sliding one hand to rub Amy's clit. 

After a few minutes Amy came to a shuddering climax and rolled off Keira. I slid back into Keira who also started cumming, then Kate immediately took Amy's place, and with barely a pause I rammed my rock solid cock into the redhead. 

While I alternated my cock between the French girl and her cousin my girlfriend came and knelt next to me, rubbing my chest.

"That looks so fucking hot," she said. "Which one feels better?" I slid into Kate. "That one?" I pulled out and slid into Keira. "Or that one?"

I wasn't interested in talking. I was consumed by an animalistic desire to keep fucking these three hot women for as long as I possibly could. By alternating between them I was able to hold off from cumming, but they were both cumming now, writhing together, their nipples brushing against each other and Kate's fiery hair flying about around the pretty French girl's face.

Amy then said: "Let me suck it."

I pulled out of Keira's pussy and knelt there holding my throbbing angry cock. Amy lowered her sweet mouth to engulf it and sucked off both girls' juices from it. While she did, the two other girls started kissing. They rolled over, so Kate was beneath her cousin and I was presented with a view of Keira's beautiful ass. I lifted Amy of my cock and moved over to slide it back into Keira's pussy.

Amy looked and then got a dirty look in her eyes. She put each of her hands on the French girl's asscheeks and pulled them apart, giving me a clear view of her puckered asshole. I took the hint and started rubbing my thumb around her star.

She started cumming again and screaming something in French. 

"Fuck her in the bum," said Amy to me.

I didn't need to be told twice. I pulled out of the teenager's cunt and lined my cock up against her sphincter. 

Kate had moved out from underneath her cousin and was now watching what I was doing. All of a sudden she seemed to have a twinge of protectiveness as she asked Keira if she'd been fucked there before.

"Non, jamais" she replied. "But now I want. Do it, Nick."

Before I could push it in, Kate grabbed hold of my dick. I looked at her, a wild, desperate look in my eyes. There was no way she was going to stop me doing this.

She looked at me seriously. "Slowly, you big fucker. All right?"

I nodded and she looked down to line up my cock with her cousin's asshole. 

She needed have worried so much. Keira had already cum about seven times and wasn't about to tense up now. I worked my cockhead into her tight hole and then slid the rest of my nine inches in quite easily. It was unbelievably hot and tight and I could feel her tunnel throbbing around me. She'd gone quiet and was just breathing heavily, occasionally emitting little mews of pleasure. 

Kate was stroking her cousin's back and checking she was ok. The French girl just nodded, sweat spraying from her long black hair. 

"Fuck me now. Hard! Come on!" she shouted.

I did just that. I grabbed hold of her asscheeks, pulled my cock out then ramming it back in, again and again, not stopping when she started cumming, screaming French obscenities.

Then Amy, who was knelt next to me watching intently, and gently wiping the sweat from my forehead, said: "Let me suck it again."

I grunted and pulled right out of Keira, again presenting my cock to my girlfriend. She lay down beneath it, and looked into my eyes before sticking out her tongue and running it up the entire length of my cock. Then she slid her full lips right down it so my balls were resting on her chin. I roared with the effort of not cumming and looked away to see that Keira had replaced my cock with three of her fingers. She was plunging them in and out of her open asshole and screaming in excitement. Even Kate was lost for words. She was kneeling beside her cousin idly rubbing herself, and watching wide-eyed as the teenager fingered her own asshole.

Amy was caressing my glans with her tongue and obviously wanted me to shoot my load down her throat, but there was one more thing I wanted to do to Keira before I came. I pulled my cock out of my girlfriend and grabbed the beautiful French girl, rolling her onto her front and straddling her chest. She just looked up at me, her face a mixture of exhaustion and pure lust. My cock was so rigid I had to lean forward to get it between her tits. She held those perfect orbs together as I pushed it in between them, my shaft rubbing against that smooth skin, lubricated by the juices of three cunts and one asshole I'd already fucked.

As the cum boiled deep in my balls I knew I couldn't last much longer. Amy and Kate both moved their pussies near to Keira's head and she reached over to lap at them in turn, as they panted in excitement. They were both rubbing their clits hard and then Amy moved her hand inside Kate's hole. She looked down at my huge cock slipping in between Keira's tits and said: "I want you both to cum on her face."

Kate and I groaned in excitement at the idea and I sped up my pumping. My girlfriend angled her fingers up in Kate's pussy to stroke the g-spot and immediately Kate screamed at the top of her voice: "OH! FUCK! YES! I'M CUMMING!!"

The first squirt from her pussy hit Keira's mouth. The eighteen year old opened her mouth in surprise just as I released my first spurt of cum. It shot into her mouth and was joined there by more of Kate's girl juice. Together we shouted out in elation as we sprayed our juices all over the pretty girl's face and neck and chest. I couldn't believe how much cum I had left in my balls. It kept spurting out in stringy white wads and mingling with Kate's musky liquid until the writhing, panting teenager beneath us was drenched, and the only sound was her murmuring: "Oh, oui. More. Give me more cum. Oh yes. More."

Finally the cum dried up and I collapsed back onto the sleeping bag, utterly exhausted. As I drifted away into unconsciousness, my final image was of my cum, mingled with Kate's, running over Keira's perfect tits and my beautiful blonde girlfriend leaning over them and starting to lick it all off. I fell asleep with a smile on my face.



The Festival Ch. 05



Thank you everyone who has voted and commented on the first four chapters of this story. All your encouragement has really helped me to keep on writing. I hope you enjoy Chapter 5, and look out for the final chapter, which is coming soon.

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The next morning I was wrenched out of a deep, peaceful sleep to feel someone pulling my hands behind my back and starting to tie them together.

I opened my eyes but everything remained pitch black. I was confused, and took a few seconds to realise that I'd been blindfolded. It all started to come back to me. The last thing I remembered I was at the Glastonbury festival and had fallen asleep in a tent. My final image had been of my girlfriend Amy started to lick my cum mingled with Kate's girl cum from the breasts of the French eighteen year old, Keira. I smiled as I thought back to what the four of us had done the night before, then the feeling of rope tightening around my wrists jerked me back to the moment.

I quickly assessed my situation. I was lying on my side, blindfolded with my hands tied my hands behind my back. I was naked and I had a throbbing morning erection. It was time to find out what was going on.

"What's are you doing?" I demanded to know, scrabbling onto my knees and trying to keep the edge of fear out of my voice.

I was relieved to hear three giggles in response. I hadn't been kidnapped or anything bad like that. My suspicion that this was the beginning of another one of Kate's games was confirmed when I heard her say mockingly: "Now, now, don't be scared. It's only us. We're not going to hurt you. Much."

"Kate!" said Amy. "We're not going to hurt you at all. Are we, Kate?"

"No," said the redhead, sounding a little disappointed. "But we are going to test you."

"Test me?" 

"Yes," she continued. "We've been talking while you've been lying there wasting the day. We've decided that you've been having all the fun so far, and we should switch things round a bit."

I couldn't really argue that I'd not had a lot of fun last night. I thought back to the image of my cock sliding slowly into Keira's tight pussy, while the two other girls knelt either side of the teenager, licking and sucking her full firm tits. 

"So, what does this test involve?" I asked.

"We're going to find out how well you know your girlfriend," replied Kate.

"What, like her favourite food and that sort of thing?" I asked.

"No," said Kate. "How well you know her body. Can you tell her kiss from one of our's? Can you tell the taste her pussy? Can you tell if it's her sucking your cock?"

I liked the sound of this game. "Ok," I said. "I'm in."

"You don't have much choice, big boy" said Kate and I felt a hand on my chest push me backwards. Unable to put my hands out to break my fall I fell hard on my back and was slightly winded. Kate certainly liked to play rough.

She continued: "There are five rounds. If you get each one right you get to go onto the next round. If you get it wrong there's a forfeit."

"What are the forfeits?" I asked.

"You'll find out. Ok, girls, here's what we're going to do," announced Kate. "First off we're each going to kiss him on the lips. He's got to guess who is who."

I sensed something above my face. Then a pair of lips was touching mine. I opened mine to let them in and began to return the kiss. It was a firm kiss, thin lips pressing down onto me, opening my mouth wider, creating space for her tongue to slide in over my lower lip and then she broke free. I was pretty sure who it was. "Easy," I said.

"Don't guess yet," said Kate placing her hand over my mouth. The fact she was close enough to do that confirmed my suspicion.

The next mouth I knew straight away. It was the gentle, soft mouth of my girlfriend. We kissed slowly and lovingly, as we'd done for three years, and as she left me she reached down for a quick last peck.

"This is too easy for him," said Kate, sounding annoyed. "We'll go onto the next one."

"But......" interjected Keira. It was the first time I'd heard her beautiful French accent since the night before. I thought back to the sight of her beautiful body and the incredible sensation of plowing my iron-hard prick in and out of her tight asshole.  

"Go on, Kate," said Amy, "Let her have a go."

"Fine. Just be quick."

I felt Keira's lips lightly touching mine. There was again the unmistakable scent of strawberries. Perhaps it was a lip balm she used. I raised my head off the ground to press our faces together. Her lips were full and I could feel the reaction deep down in my balls. When she slipped her tongue into my mouth my cock twitched and she began to rub her hands over my bare chest. 

Kate interrupted: "Ok. That's enough of that."

As Keira went back to her place she grabbed my cock, wrapping her fingers around it.

"Oi, Keira. Get off it," said Kate, and Keira let go. "OK, lover boy, rthat was the easy round. Now, we're each going to spend a minute wanking you off and you have to try to guess who it is."

I felt my cock stiffening as she spoke, and then as one set of small soft fingers curled around my shaft it began to throb. I could tell straightaway that it was the same hand that had been on it seconds earlier. I could also tell that Keira hadn't given many handjobs in the past. She wasn't gripping it tightly enough and was jerking up and down a bit uncertainly. It still felt good, but it was definitely an inexperienced handjob.

The next girl didn't go straight to my shaft. She started slightly caressing the tops of my thighs with her fingertips. Then she traced one finger slowly along the length of my penis and back down again to hold both balls in her hands. Then she massaged them gently. I heard someone giggle, probably at the sight of my cock which hard started to throb. I was trying to work out who had laughed when suddenly both hands were on my prick, once above the other, pumping vigorously up and down. I was breathing deeply, feeling the cum rise in my balls. Then just as suddenly she stopped and silently moved away, leaving me panting and desperate to cum.

Kate could obviously tell I wasn't far off from cumming, so she said I'd have to wait a minute before the next one began. The tent was silent while she timed a minute and I tried to think of something other than the blood pulsing through my rock hard prick.

Then without warning I felt a hand close around the base of my shaft. It slid up slowly and deliberately, gliding over every ridge, every vein. Then it stopped at the top and one finger began rubbing the glans on the underside of my cockhead. I knew it had to be Amy. She knew that drives me crazy, and as she carried on stroking that most sensitive spot on my cock I started groaning and gripping onto the sleeping bag with my hands. Then, gripping my cock, she ran her hand quickly down to the base and slowly, so slowly, back to the top. It was glorious agony. She'd just placed her fingertip onto my glans again and I was again right on the verge of shooting my load when I heard Kate call stop, and the hand moved away.

I relaxed my body and slowed my breathing back down. I could still feel my cock sticking straight up in the air, throbbing, and now with a droplet of pre-cum starting to run off the tip and down its length.

"So, which order?" asked Kate.

"Keira, then you, then Amy."

"Very good," she said sounding disappointed. "Now let's see if you can guess whose tits are whose just by using your mouth."

Then I felt something lowered onto my lips. It was unmistakably a nipple. I licked it. It tasted slightly salty. I sucked it into my mouth and flicked the nipple with my tongue. Then I released it and licked around the nipple, trying to get an idea of the size and shape of the breast. It wasn't going to be easy to tell them apart. They all had large full breasts. Perhaps Kate's were a little larger than the other two, but that was really all I had to go on. 

Still I wasn't all that bothered about whether I got it right. I gave up worrying too much about that and moved my lips over to the other nipple. I started giving it the same treatment until it was abruptly pulled out of my reach. 

The next one soon took its place, but I decided that I wasn't going to let them do all the teasing, so I moved my lips away from it. I could feel whoever it was lifting her breast with her hand towards my lips, but I moved away again. She followed me again and this time I licked it quickly and blew on it. It was so close to my lips that I could feel it grow as it hardened. It seemed as though the nipple itself was trying to get inside my mouth. I relented and began kissing it, before moving towards the other one. I still wasn't sure who it was, but I thought these were a little bigger than the first pair so I was guessing it was Kate.

This left me the dilemma of how to tell if the last pair were Amy's or Keira's. Again a nipple was lowered to my lips and again I tasted it. It tasted no different from the first. Licking and kissing my way around it, it felt around the same size as the first, and it was as firm and full as the first. I wanted to feel it in my hands, to look at it and see the reactions of the girl whose breasts I was playing with. My over-riding feeling though was of a need to slide my cock into one of these girls' pussies. My rod was still jutting up between my legs, and I wondered if the girl whose nipple I was sucking was looking at it, maybe licking her lips, wanting to taste it.

Then I had an idea.

I suddenly released the nipple then leant forward quickly and sharply bit it. The cry of surprise without doubt came from Amy. 

"Ha!" I exclaimed, as she moved away.

"Cheat!" shouted Kate. 

"Hey, there was nothing in the rules about not using my teeth. My mouth you said. My teeth are in my mouth." Then, realising I'd just bitten my girlfriend I added: "You ok, hon? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No. It's fine," she replied. "A bit sneaky. But fine."

"So who were the first two?" asked Kate.

"You were second, Keira first."

They all groaned and I knew I was right.

"Easy when you cheat isn't it?" said Kate, clearly annoyed that I was winning the game.

"What? Being tied up and having three gorgeous women force me to play with their tits? Yeah, I'm not complaining."

I felt someone hit my ankle.

"I guess that was Amy!" I said, and they all laughed.

"Stop talking, fuck boy" said Kate. "Or you won't get to do the next round: guess the blowjob."

I wasn't too sure about her new name for me, but all the same I didn't want to miss this round, so I shut up.

"One minute each, girls," said Kate. "Mouths only."

I closed my eyes and relaxed as a tongue started sliding up my shaft. It reached the top and swirled around my cockhead, before the mouth fully engulfed it and I felt warm soft cheeks surround my penis. Whoever it was took me to the back of her throat then moved up, so I nearly popped out of her mouth, then moved back down onto me. I could feel my balls tightening as she held me in her mouth, bathing my big dick with her talented tongue. 

Then all too soon it was over, and I heard someone else come forward. 

The second girl began my lightly kissing the tip of my penis, then planted little butterfly kisses around my bellend and all the way down my shaft. She carried on down, kissing my balls, making me groan in pleasure, and then she made her way up, still lightly kissing me, making me anticipate where she would go next. Finally she reached the top, her lips puckered at the top of my cock, and then she very slowly opened her mouth and eased down onto my nine inches. 

"Oh yes!" I groaned felling the warm wetness engulf my throbbing shaft.

Then, before I could shoot my cum into her mouth she was yanked off me. The girls giggled a little and I was again left with my heart pounding and my cock straining for release. 

"Please let me cum," I begged, sitting up on my elbows and looking where the giggling was coming from.

"Shut it, fuck boy," said Kate nastily. "You'll cum when we say you'll cum."

I groaned again and slumped back onto the floor.

"Oh come on, Kate," said Amy. My beautiful Amy. "We could let him cum, couldn't we? He looks so desperate and I'm sure he'll be ready to go again soon afterwards."

There was silence while Kate considered this.

Suddenly she let out a deep growl, and started moaning: "Oh yes! Yes! God, that's good."

Then just as suddenly she stopped and Amy said teasingly: "Go on. Let my man cum and I might do that again."

"Ok. Ok," said Kate, recovering her composure. "If he guesses this right he can choose one of us to suck him off. If he doesn't he has to wait."

Oh shit, I thought. I'd completely forgotten I was supposed to be working out who it was giving me the blowjob. I had no idea who the first two were. I'd just been enjoying them. But I thought, I had to cum or I was going to explode. I'd have to get lucky with my guess.

"You ready?" asked Kate.

I nodded. 

The third girl began by licking and then sucking my balls. I couldn't really tell who it was, but it felt good to have her take first one then the other inside her mouth and suck them gently. She then moved up and pushed her head down forcefully on my cock. She took me a long way in and I could feel her trying to relax her throat to take in more. I knew that Amy couldn't deepthroat and was never willing to try. 

I thought back to Jen earlier that day, managing to fit eight inches of my thick cock inside her throat, and I wondered what Jen was doing at that moment. I was snapped out of my thoughts of Jen by the girl sucking hard on my cock and rubbing my glans with her tongue. I immediately felt that liquid surge deep in my balls.

I cried out: "I'm cumming!"

Again though I was frustrated as the girl lifted clear of me, leaving me right on the verge of it, but just fractions away from actually spurting. 

I roared my frustration and began to writhe on the floor. 

"Now, now," mocked Kate. "Don't get angry with us. We're just having some fun. So. Tell us who it was and you can have any one of us suck you off. You can choose which of our beautiful throats you want to coat with your hot cum."

Her words and the thought of doing it was making my cock throb uncontrollably. I rolled myself up onto my knees. "Please," I said. "I have to cum. I've got to or my head will explode."

"Poor baby," said Kate, running her palm down my cheek.

I shook her off. I was genuinely angry they were teasing me like this. My whole body was tensed up, my balls were aching, every part of my cock was straining for release. I had to cum one way or another. I turned and started rubbing my cock against Kate's leg, but in vain -- she just moved behind me.

"Who was it then?" she said Kate, running her hand up and down my back, up to my neck.

"It was you."

"Wrong!" shouted Kate triumphantly, grabbing hold of my hair and pulling it up, so hard I was lifted from the floor.

I cried out in pain, more from my groin than from my hair. 

"Kate. Let go of him," said Amy, sounding a little alarmed. "You're hurting him."

She let me back down, and started rubbing my head, saying: "I'm sorry, sweetie. I didn't mean to hurt your boyfriend." It was clear from her tone that she wasn't bothered either way whether or not she'd hurt me. She put on a little girl voice: "I didn't think a little thing like me could hurt a big man like him. Can you forgive me? How can I make my beautiful Amy forgive me?"

She'd moved away from me and I soon heard the sound of bodies moving together and then my girlfriend panting. "Oh yes. That's good. Just there."

I couldn't tell what they were doing to each other, but I knew what they were doing to me, and it certainly wasn't helping my erection subside or my balls stop aching. I leant forward and started rubbing my prick against the sleeping bag. I was desperate to feel some friction against it, to bring it to the release I needed, but it was no good. The material wasn't rough enough and my prick just glided over it. I turned back to face the girls, my hard-on not even bouncing as I turned. It was just sticking straight up, pulsing with desperate need.

"Will someone please let me cum!" I yelled, straining to break free of the ropes tying my hands together.

"Ok," said Kate. 

I jerked my head towards her in surprise. "Really?" I said. "But I got it wrong."

"That's right. And now you're going to do a forfeit."

I was confused. How could cumming be a forfeit? 

I felt Kate running a fingernail over my tight, heavy balls as she explained her evil plan to me: "You get to pick one of us to suck you off. Then you have to kiss her and swallow your own cum."

"The fuck I do," I said. I'd never tasted sperm and I wasn't about to start now.

"Then you won't cum. We'll just carry on playing with each other and leave you there to listen." 

I knew I couldn't do that. I'd go mad. Perhaps Amy would help me: "Amy. Do you want me to do this?" I asked.

"I don't see why not. You expect us to swallow your cum. Why shouldn't you know what it tastes like?"

I felt someone else kneeling next to me, then Keira murmured in my ear as she squeezed my bicep: "It tastes good. You'll like it. Share it with me."

"Your choice, fuck boy," said Kate, now surreptitiously digging a nail into my back. "What'll it be?"

I wasn't going to let her have the satisfaction of seeing she was hurting me. I was rapidly coming round to Jen's point of view on Kate. She might be hot, but she was also a cruel bitch.

I decided to make it a little more interesting. 

Standing up, I took control of the situation. "Ok," I said. "Here's how I want you to make me cum. Kate, sit between my legs and start licking my balls. Amy and Keira, start kissing each other around my cock. I want all three of you to give me a blowjob at the same time like that and to keep going until I cum in Keira's mouth. Then I'll share it with her."

"Ok," said Amy. "Don't sulk, Kate. Let's all give him a blowjob together." 

I clenched my teeth as I felt all three girls start to tongue my balls and cock. Kate might not have been too happy about it, but she was still lapping away at my balls, her soft wet tongue gliding gently over them. The real excitement though was feeling Amy and Keira running their lips up and down my rigid shaft, as they kissed passionately around it. I could feel both sets of breasts pressed against my legs and they were both holding onto my ass. I didn't want it to end, but I'd been holding off my orgasm for so long that I knew I wouldn't last long. When I felt their lips connect around my glans I knew I was finished. 

"I'm cumming. Get ready," I said. I felt a mouth close over my cock and assumed it was the pretty French teenager's. I felt the cum rise from deep in my balls, travel along the length of my shaft and explode into her mouth. Spurt after spurt after spurt shot out of it and I kept on pumping my hips, moving my cock back and forth between her lips until it was all drained out of my balls. 

Perhaps it was because I was blindfolded so my other senses were heightened. Perhaps it was because there were three girls all licking, kissing and sucking me to orgasm. Whatever the cause, it was one of the most powerful, mind-blowing climaxes of my life. As Keira sucked the final drop from the tip of my cock, my knees gave way and with a groan I collapsed onto the floor, lying on my back.

Then Kate said: "Now kiss him, Keira."

I felt the small girl crawl up my body and then her lips were locked on mine. She opened both our mouths together and I felt my warm, sticky cum slide from her mouth to mine. It didn't taste too unpleasant. I'm not saying it was like a cold beer on a hot day, but it wasn't that bad. A bit strange and a bit salty. The feeling of Keira's soft tongue gliding over mine and her full breasts crushed against my chest also helped to distract me from the thought that I was swallowing my own cum.




The Festival Ch. 05



"That's it," said Kate, excitedly, as Keira sat up again. "Swallow it all down. There's a good fuck boy." I felt her use a finger to wipe up a trail from my chin and then pushed it into my mouth, making sure I didn't miss a drop.

I was still angry with her and was silently resolving not to have anything to do with her after this festival was over, but I had also just relieved the pressure on my balls and so was feeling fairly happy all round. Quite frankly, Kate could keep scratching me and making me do easy forfeits if it meant I carried on having sex with these three hot women. I wondered what was next. 

Kate didn't waste much time: "So, next round. Guess whose cunt you're eating. Now lie down like a good fucker." 

I lay back and felt someone's legs straddle my head. Then a wet pussy connected with my lips. I knew this one was going to be easy. I'd tasted all three of them in the last 24 hours and they all tasted different. Straight away I could tell the first one was Kate. She had a muskier scent than the other three and her juice was thinner than the other two's. I decided to give her a taste of her own medicine and started sucking hard on her clit. She did well not to make a sound. She just started bucking fiercely on my face, at first trying to pull her clit away from where my lips were holding it prisoner, then surrendering and pushing it forcefully into my mouth, so I could feel her pubic hair rubbing against my nose and my cheeks. I sucked it even further in and stuck out my tongue to lick it too. My suspicion was confirmed when my mouth was filled with a spray of her girl juice. She still didn't cry out, just panted loudly and reached forwards to support her arms on the floor. After she'd finished gushing into my mouth she rolled off me.

I swallowed what was left of her juice and said sarcastically: "Now I wonder who that was."

They all laughed except Kate who I could hear still panting just above my head. 

I was about to ask who was next when my mouth was covered with a fresh pussy. I knew straight away that it was Amy. 

I ran my tongue along the soft folds of this vagina I knew so well, lingering in the places I knew she was most sensitive, and plunging it in and out of her wet hole a few times, before tracing figures of eight around her hard nub. Soon she was panting with excitement.

"Oh Nick, yes. Just there. Oh. God. I'm cumming!"

She writhed on my faces, smearing her juices all over my lips and cheeks, before climbing off and collapsing to the floor panting. 

I was feeling pleased with myself. Not only was I guessing all of these exactly right, but I'd just made two women cum in quick succession. My cock was also back to full hardness, and I was hoping the next round would see me sliding it into all three of these wet pussies. 

Then I got a scent of honey and felt Keira's soft pussy lips descending onto my mouth. I loved her sweet taste and set to work French-kissing every inch of her beautiful vagina. I was about to start focussing my attention on her clit to make her cum when she surprised me. She angled her hips forward slightly so my tongue ran over her perineum and came to rest on her asshole. She stopped still and waited for me to make the next move. I'd never licked anyone there before, but this was turning out to be a weekend of firsts. I though what the hell and stuck my tongue out into her asshole. I ran it around the puckered edge, and was rewarded by the sound of her panting loudly. Then when I pushed it inside her, she came with a loud cry, sliding her hips back, so my face was buried again in her pussy and her fresh juices were all over my face. Then she carried on leaning forward and I felt her wet mouth slide over my cock. 

She managed to get her lips halfway down it before I felt her pulled off and Kate said: "No touching there, you horny little bitch."

Keira replied defiantly: "I want to fuck his big dick."

Her cousin replied: "Well, luckily for you that's what we're going to do in the next round. The rules are a bit different. We're all going to do something to him at the same time. He's got to guess who is doing what. You got that, fuck boy?"

I nodded and lay there silently, with my penis jutting up to the ceiling, ready and waiting for whatever was going to happen next.

There was some whispering, then I heard them move towards me. I felt a slippery warmth surround my cock and a tight, soft pussy slide down it right to my balls. Then I felt someone pushing my legs apart and a tongue starting to bathe my balls. I began to groan with pleasure at this double assault on my sex organs. My groans were silenced by something covering my mouth. It took me a second to realise what it was. 

Someone had obviously liked the look of what I just did to Keira and had planted their asshole on my face. I obliged, running a tongue over it before sticking it in. I heard whoever it was, but, distracted my the sensation of my prick surrounded by pulsing liquid heat and a wet tongue gliding over my balls I couldn't work out who it was. 

Whoever was straddling my cock slid herself up slowly and the tongue followed her, licking the juices from around my thick shaft. Then as I continued to tongue the asshole above my face, the pussy slid back down onto my shaft and I felt a pair of hands lean on my chest for support. 

It was strange to be experiencing such an intense sexual act with three women in complete silence. Kate had obviously given them all strict instructions to keep quiet. The silence made me focus even more on the other sensations coursing through my body, and before long I was feeling my balls tighten and the sap rising deep inside them.

Then, just as suddenly as they'd started fucking me, licking me, and sitting on my face, they stopped. 

"So," said Kate. "Who was doing what?"

I didn't really have a clue, so I guessed: "I was tonguing Kate, Keira was fucking me, and that was Amy licking my balls."

"Wrong!" said all three girls in delighted unison.

I wasn't that bothered. I just wanted to get to the next round. "So, come on then," I said. "What's my forfeit?"

Kate had it all planned out in advance. Straightaway she said: "It's not all bad this one, fuck boy. You get to pick one of us to be your angel and the other one to be your demon. I'll tell them what they do and then they do it. One will be nice; one will be nasty."

"Ok," I said, sounding bored. "Keira is angel, and Amy is demon." I figured whatever evil idea Kate had, Amy wasn't going to be too unkind to me. I made a mistake.

"Why the fuck do you always pick Keira," said Amy, sounded genuinely angry.

"I don't," I said.

"You fucking well do, Nick. You wanted to fuck her last night, you picked her now."

I was about to respond, but Kate interrupted: "Now, now, children. Let's not squabble. Nick has a forfeit to do. Listen to your instructions."

I heard her whispering. Then Amy laughed. It wasn't a laugh of genuine amusement, more a laugh of someone looking forward to settling a score. I began to get worried.

"On your knees," commanded Kate. 

I did so and I heard someone moving towards me. The next noise was of a tube being squeezed, and then I felt someone rubbing some gel onto my prick. I had a good idea what was coming next, and my suspicions were confirmed when I felt something pressing against the end of my cock. It wasn't yielding, but the girl, presumably Keira, was pushing back, trying to force my cock inside it.

Kate was talking in my ear: "Can you feel that pushing against you? Do you like what your beautiful French angel is doing to do? She's going to slide her tight, hot ass over your big dick? Is that good?"

I nodded just as Keira managed to get the end of my cock inside her. I'd fucked her ass the night before but today she was much tighter. I was glad of the lubrication as I felt her inch slowly down my shaft. We were both moaning in pleasure as she did, and Kate kept on talking in my ear.

"How does that feel, fuck boy? Do you like being inside my pretty little cousin? Does she turn you on? Do you want to fuck her tight, young asshole? Is it better than Amy's?"

I ignored her and focussed instead on not shooting my load inside Keira. Kate didn't help when she started running a fingernail over my balls. 

Finally, Keira had taken all of my nine inches. We both let out a sigh and I revelled in the sensation of being buried right up to the hilt inside this gorgeous girl's ass. 

"Now!" shouted Kate, and I felt something shoved inside my asshole. I tried to jump forward to move away from it, but couldn't because I was buried inside Keira. I yelled out in pain as I felt three of Amy's fingers penetrate my sphincter.

"Oh, does it hurt?" said Kate, with mock concern. "Does our fuck boy not like having things inside his asshole?"

I could feel the warmth of Amy's breath in my other ear, as I felt her push her fingers deeper inside me. While my cock was experiencing incredible pleasure, my asshole was in agony. 

"Amy," I said. "What are you doing? Stop it!"

"She can't," said Kate. "And she's not allowed to talk. But I can see she's enjoying this. She's smiling, aren't you baby?"

I heard them kissing next to my ear while Amy viciously pumped her fingers in and out of my burning asshole. 

I cried out in pain.

"What's the matter? "taunted Kate. "Aren't you enjoying fucking Keira?"

Keira added: "Nick. Just ignore them. Fuck me. Please. I want it." I began to pump into her, but whenever I moved it was like there were shards of glass in my ass. 

"I can't, Keira. It hurts too much."

To add to this, my cock was starting to wilt. I'd had enough of this game and wanted to go.

"Come on, guys," I said. "Enough's enough. Untie me and let's go get some breakfast."

Amy just thrust her fingers even deeper into me.

Looking back, I think I was too stunned to react normally. I was having trouble processing the fact that my sweet girlfriend was going along with her friend's idea of anally abusing me like this. Perhaps she thought I'd end up liking it. If so, she was wrong - I didn't. I think that she was falling more and more under the influence of her ex-girlfriend and that my all too obvious lust for Keira was driving her even more rapidly in that direction.

Eventually, once I began to whimper in pain on the end of her fingers, she relented and pulled out. I collapsed onto the floor and lay there panting, hands still tied behind my back, wondering how I could get out of this. I'd been tied up and blindfolded, while they used me as their sex toy, for over an hour now. I'd enjoyed most of it, but it was starting to turn nasty, and I wanted out.

But, Kate wasn't about to let me go that easily. 

"Ok. Time for the next round. This is called 'Guess the orifice'." I felt her roughly push me onto my back, and then a tongue begin to lick my limp cock.

I was determined not to get erect. I wasn't going to argue with Kate. I knew it would be pointless. I just wasn't going to let myself get excited by what they did. 

So, while whoever it was used her lips, tongue and mouth on my cock, I thought of something else. I thought about what I was going to do when I got back to work on Monday. I thought about what I was going to buy my grandmother for her birthday. I thought about what Jen was doing.

And that's where I went wrong. As soon as I thought about Jen, my cock twitched. The mouth closed around it and began sucking it. I pictured Jen lying on top of me, exhausted and dripping with sweat, her dark, laughing eyes looking deep into mine and her lips millimetres from mine, as she rubbed her wet clit over my cock.

My cock was hard, and I knew I'd have to work out who it was. It didn't feel like an Amy blowjob, and I knew Kate had pushed me onto my back. So, it had to be Keira. I pictured her sticking out her tongue to lick all the way along my shaft, then realised that, if it was her, then she was licking off her own ass juices. I groaned.

"See?" said Kate. "The fuck boy can't help himself. Can you?" I felt her foot on my cheek.

"Get off, you sick bitch," I said.

"Oooh," she replied. "I don't think your boyfriend's too happy, Amy darling."

Amy said nothing. I could sense her anger.

"So," said Kate. "Guess who it is or I'm going to kick your erect cock as hard as I can."

"It's Keira," I said flatly, making sure my tone gave away none of the excitement I was experiencing at the feeling of Keira sucking hard on my cock while swirling her tongue around my glans. 

"Well done," said Kate, tracing the outline of my cheek, with her toe. 

There was silence while Keira carried on noisily giving me a blowjob, slurping all over my now rigid penis, and I lay there trying not to show how much I was enjoying it. 

Eventually, Amy spoke for the first time in a long time. She sounded tired and sad: "I'm bored of this, Kate. I want him to leave us alone now."

Keira stopped sucking me, and said: "Let me fuck him first."

"Ok, whatever," said Amy. "I'm not staying to watch it though."

I heard her get up and walk out of the tent. I thought about calling after her, but I was still pissed off at her, and to be honest, I was happy she was leaving. If Kate could leave too and let me just fuck Keira I'd be happy. Then I wanted to go and find Jen. I wanted to tell her she was right: Kate was a nasty piece of work.

Kate said: "Looks like you've got some apologising to do, Nick."

"Me?!" I said. "I'm not fucking apologising to her. Did you see what she did to me?!"

"Now, now. Let's not fall out about it. You and Amy might be breaking up, but don't involve me. I'm just having a good time. Aren't you, Keira, sweetie?"

"Yes. I like to fuck Nick's big dick. Amy is just jealous."

I couldn't help but smile at hearing her describe me like that. I also remembered I was having a good time too. And what was more, Keira wanted to fuck me again. I felt the blood run to my penis at the thought.

Kate started to remove my blindfold. "Why don't we all finish this off as friends," she said. "I'm sorry I've been a bit of a cow to you this morning. I just went a bit too far, but let me make it up to you."

I blinked in the light, then saw the two naked girls for the first time that day. I looked up and down their smooth, nubile bodies. 

"What do you have in mind?" I asked

"Fuck us both now. Any way you want," said Kate.

"Untie my hands?"

"No. I like them like that." She also knew I couldn't leave while I was still tied up. Still, I wasn't about to start complaining. I wanted to give this nasty bitch a taste of her own medicine. 

"Ok. You do exactly what I tell you. Then we end this," I said authoritatively. "Both of you. Suck my cock."

They both smiled and moved towards my throbbing nine inches. Kate lay down and started sliding her wet lips up and down my shaft, while Keira pushed aside her brown curls and resumed sucking my head. 

Without Amy there, I could finally give free expression to my feelings. 

"Oh yes," I called out. "Suck my big dick, you fucking gorgeous slut. Suck it harder. That's it."

Keira moaned around my tool. 

"Yes. Take it deeper into your throat, you horny little bitch. I'm going to fuck both of you so hard you won't be walking for weeks."

Kate took one of my balls into her mouth, then the other, sucking them gently.

"Kate, get on your hands and knees in front of me." She obeyed immediately Now Amy had left she seemed a completely different person. I liked her much better this way. 

Keira eased her mouth off my cock and I lined it up against Kate's pussy. 

"Now go and let your cousin taste your pussy," I ordered the French girl. She scrambled round in front of Kate's mouth and opened her legs. 

"Eat her cunt until she's screaming for you to stop," I said and then rammed my dick inside Kate. She cried out in surprise then leant forwards and began giving Keira head. I had a great view as she licked all over her pink pussy, then stuck her tongue into her hole, pulling it out and suckling her clit as the teenager began to cry out with her orgasm. 

I wanted to get my cock wet for what I had planned next so I angled it up and started stroking Kate's g-spot with its head. Almost immediately she reared her head up, began screaming, and squirted all over my shaft, my stomach and my balls.

She was still shaking with her orgasm when I pulled out of her pussy and plunged it straight into her ass. It was tight, but I pushed with such force that it went straight in all the way to the root first time. She gasped, her eyes flew wide open, and then Keira pulled her head back down to her pussy. 

For a few minutes I carried on pumping the redhead's asshole, grunting with pleasure, while Keira writhed beneath her tongue. At one point our eyes met, either end of Kate's body, each of us using one end for our pleasure. She smiled at me and came again, bucking her mound fiercely against her cousin's mouth.

I pulled out of Kate, and used my hip to push her aside. I moved forward till I was above Keira. I looked down at the eighteen year old, naked beneath me, her huge tits with their nipples pointing to the ceiling, her red, pouting pussy between her open legs. 

"Oh, fuck me, please, Nick," she said.

"On your hands and knees," I said.

She turned around immediately and I lined my cock up with her opening. Then I had a thought.

"Keira, you filthy bitch, get over here." 

She clambered up and knelt beside me.

"Suck my cock. Taste your ass juices and get it wet before I fuck your cousin and fill her pussy with my cum."

She didn't hesitate. She leant forward and slid her mouth right over my cock, taking it as far in as she could, then pulled back, gasping for air.

"That tastes fucking good," she said, before going down for some more. As she left it this time I moved it back towards Keira. The French girl looked over her shoulder at me and said : "Please, Nick, fuck me now. I want you inside me."

I slid into her slowly, revelling in the soft tightness of her pussy, groaning as she flexed her pussy walls to grip me even more securely. 

"Kate, lick her asshole," I said. I wanted to see just how far she would go. 

She complied immediately, reaching over Keira's smooth, round buttocks to lick her asshole, making the French girl squeal with pleasure and tremble all over my cock. I was about ready to cum but wanted to test Kate just a little further.

"Keep your head there," I said. "And open your mouth."

She did, and I was presented with another hole right above where I was fucking Keira's pussy. I pulled my thick cock out and slid it, dripping wet, into Kate's mouth. She closed her eyes and moaned in delight. 

I pulled it out and then pushed it into Keira's asshole. It was still stretched from earlier so slid in easily. I pulled out and jammed my cock back into Kate's mouth, pushing her cheeks out. She accepted it willingly, her eyes closed in an expression of ecstasy. 

I thrust into Keira's pussy, then her ass, then Kate's mouth. It felt and looked incredible and I could feel my orgasm building. I kept on moving slowly and deliberately between the three orifices in front of me.

"Oh Christ. That is so hot," I said. "I'm going to cum in one of them."

"Let me taste it," said Kate, before I filled her mouth with nine inches of cock.

"I want it in my pussy," said Keira, as I pushed it in there. "Please, Nick. Give me your cum." 

I ploughed back into her ass. "In my pussy or my ass. I don't mind. Just let me have it."

I pulled out of her asshole, leaving it gaping and pink then pushed my huge cock down Kate's throat. Then pulled it out again and with a roar ploughed it as deep as I could into Keira's pussy, and then began to cum deep inside her. The feeling of my cum hitting her cervix caused the French teenager to cum with me and we both yelled each other's names as we came in wave after wave of ecstasy. 




The Festival Ch. 05



Eventually we were done and I pulled out of her. I collapsed on the floor.

"I wanted to taste it," said Kate, pouting. 

"Well you know where it is," I said, nodding at Keira's pussy. 

Kate gave me a dirty smile, then began sucking my cum out of the teenager's hole. I watched as she slurped it all out, Keira still panting loudly from her recent orgasm. 

"Don't swallow it all," said Keira, in her sexy French accent. "I want to taste it too."

Kate was in a generous mood as she crawled over to Keira's face, and began to kiss her. They kissed lasciviously, swapping my cum back and forth between their hot little mouths, then licking it up from each other's cheeks, chins and necks until they were both clean. Then they lay there in each other's arms, their legs entwined and their wet pussies openly displayed to me.

After a few minutes of catching my breath and thinking over the strange events of that morning, I got up and walked over to them. I asked them to untie me and they did. I told them I was going for some breakfast. They didn't take much notice. Keira had her eyes closed, and Kate was idly stroking the younger girl's breasts. 

I shrugged my shoulders, put on my clothes and made for the door. 

"You know you've lost her, don't you?" said Kate, just as I was about to leave.

I turned round to look at her. She was running a finger over Keira's nipple. "You and Amy," she said. "You're finished. The sooner you realise it the better."

I didn't bother to reply. Deep down I guess I knew she was right. Something had happened over the weekend. It wasn't so much the foursome we'd had with Jen and Ste on the first night, or even the way that Jen had been with me ever since. It was since Kate turned up that my girlfriend had changed. Amy had become someone I didn't know, in fact someone who I wasn't sure I wanted to know. 

I took one last look at Keira's beautiful naked body and walked out of the tent into the prickly heat of the day. I ignored the stares from the group of boys in the tent next door. They must have heard most of what we'd got up to the night before and that morning. The poor bastards must have been burning with jealousy.

I didn't stop to think about it too much. This was the last day of the festival and I knew what I wanted to do. I was going to find Jen. 



The Festival Ch. 06



I arrived at the motorhome and found Jen and Ste sitting at the table eating some cereal. They'd cleaned up and there was now almost no sign of the orgies we'd had in this vehicle. 

I thought back to how much had happened since we'd arrived on Friday. I thought about Friday night: Jen bent across the table where she was now sitting eating her breakfast, as Amy, my girlfriend, lined up my cock against her friend's pussy and urged me to slide it in. 

I thought about Saturday afternoon: Ste standing above the table while Amy and her ex-girlfriend Kate sucked his cock and balls. Then later that afternoon me lying on the floor, roughly where I was now standing, my cock deep in Jen's pussy, Ste's embedded in her ass, while Kate sat on the table above us, fingering herself and drenching us in her girlcum.

"Morning, guys," I said.

"Hiya mate," said Ste. "How's it going?"

"Not so bad," I said, helping myself to a bowl of cereal and sitting next to him. "What did you guys get up to last night?"

"Not much," said Ste. "We just came back here, tidied up a bit and got an early night. Where did you go?"

"Me?" Jen hadn't said anything, hadn't even looked at me. She was staring at her empty bowl. I wasn't sure whether or not to tell the truth. I decided to be honest. "I stayed at Kate's tent with Amy. And her cousin Keira."

"Oh yeah?" Ste said with a grin. "Have fun, did you? Spending the night with three girls?"

I didn't reply for a second as I thought back to sliding my cock doggy-style into Keira's tight eighteen year old pussy, while she urged me on in French, then pulling it out and driving it into her cousin who was lying beneath her, while Amy was kneeling next to me, urging me to fuck both her friends harder and faster.

"Oh, it was ok, you know," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. 

"Yeah, right," said Ste. "I bet you were screwing all three of them all night weren't you? How old is that Keira, you dirty bastard?"

"She's eighteen!" I protested. "There was nothing filthy about it. She wanted me to do it."

Jen slammed down her mug of tea, spilling some of it on the table. She looked up at me for the first time and I was taken aback by the combination of fury and sadness in her beautiful dark brown eyes. She stood up without a word and walked out, slamming the door behind her.

I looked at Ste questioningly.

"No idea, mate. She was like that all night. To be honest, I've given up trying to work it out. If she wants to be like that today I'm not bothered. I'm going to enjoy myself."

I stood up and told Ste I'd go and see what was up with her. He shrugged and went back to his cereal.

Leaving the motorhome I caught a glimpse of Jen disappearing behind the hotdog stand towards the main area in the festival where the bands were playing. I jogged after her and caught up with her.

"Hey, Jen! What's up?"

She carried on walking a few steps ahead of me.

"Why are you so angry? Talk to me, Jen!"

She turned around, dark eyes flashing with rage. "Like you give a fuck! In fact that's about all you give isn't it? A fuck! Nick the great fucking fucker. Well piss off. I'm not interested in who you've been fucking."

She turned and carried on walking.

I caught up with her and grabbed her arm. I turned her to face me and held her tightly against my chest. There were tears in her eyes.

"Jen. I don't understand. Are you angry with me for sleeping with Keira and Kate?"

"Yes I am, you frigging idiot!"

"But why? I thought we were all just having fun."

"That's really all it is to you? Just a bit of fun?" The tears were running down her cheeks now. She was growing quieter. "Ok. If that's what you want. It's just fun. That's...."

I leant forward and silenced her with a kiss. I gently kissed her full lips, softly opening them and sliding my tongue into her mouth. I could feel the hot wetness of her tears, but she was kissing me back. 

Despite the fact that I was exhausted and had already cum twice that morning, the feeling of her small body crushed up against mine, and the joy of tasting her mouth, was causing my cock to stir, and, as our kissing became more passionate, it rose up and began to dig into her stomach. 

Reaching down to rub it though my jeans, Jen said: "Nick, I want you now. Come with me."

She turned and walked into the thick woods behind her. 

Amy didn't even cross my mind. I was angry with her for how she'd hurt me earlier that morning. Even though she'd been urged on by Kate, Amy was still meant to be my girlfriend and she shouldn't have done that. But it wasn't anger towards her that I was feeling at that moment. She didn't even enter my thoughts. All I was feeling right then was that I wanted to hold Jen and feel myself inside her.

I followed her into the woods, and we disappeared out of view of the rest of the festival. She walked a little further in and stopped in a small, dark clearing. 

As soon as I joined her she knelt down in front of me, unbuckled my jeans and fished out my hard prick. I groaned with pleasure as she slid her mouth down over it, taking it all in almost to the base. 

She continued licking and sucking my cock until it was standing at full mast, then she stood up to kiss me, her slender fingers curling round my shaft and pumping slowly up and down. 

I tugged off her blouse and then unzipped the skirt she was wearing. She stepped out of it, leaving her in only her bra and panties. She looked up at me, running her hands over the muscles in my chest, a look of uncertainty playing across her face.

"What?" I asked.

"Would you......," she began uncertainly.

"Anything you want, Jen." 

Jen paused, then blurted it out: "Teach me to squirt like Kate does." 

I was a bit taken aback. 

"Ok," I said. "But not everyone can do it. I've never seen it happen before, and with Kate it just seems to happen straight away. I'm not really sure how."

"Oh," said Jen looking crestfallen. 

I jumped in quickly. "But I sort of know how to do it. In theory." I grinned at her. "I'm happy to give it a go."

She smiled from ear to ear and reached up on tip-toe to kiss me briefly on the lips. "So, what do we do?" she asked.

"Well, you'd better take these off," I said. I snapped off her bra and kneeled down to pull down her black, lacy panties. She stepped out of them and I pulled her to the ground, where she lay on my clothes. 

I stopped for a second to drink in the sight of her lying there: her slender, smooth body, her pretty face with those smiling eyes and full, dark red lips, her white round breasts topped by erect red nipples and her triangle of black bush, below which was a pink pussy that was already invitingly open and wet.

"Now, relax," I said, before leaning forward to trail my tongue along the length of her slit. 

She sighed happily, opened her legs further, and leant back. 

I kissed her pussy deeply, taking my time on each part of her beautiful soft sex, teasing her little clit with the tip of my tongue, gently sucking it out of its hood. I carried on licking and sucking there until I could hear her reaching her orgasm. I pressed harder on her clit and stepped up my pace and within seconds she came on my face. She didn't squirt. It was a normal orgasm, intended to relax her for the main event.

I reached up to kiss her and she enthusiastically lapped her sticky sweetness from my lips. 

"Now, just relax and go with it," I said as I reached down to slide two fingers into her. She exhaled and said: "That feels so good, Nick."

I kissed both her erect nipples and then her belly button, making her giggle a little, then pushed my fingers upwards so I was stroking the top inside wall of her pussy. I kept moving slowly around, feeling for the walnut-like roughness of her g-spot. As soon as I found it, she jerked upwards and cried out: "Oh yes!"

It was a promising sign. I reached up with my free hand to squeeze her tits and stroke her cheek, while I carried on rubbing her g-spot, gently and slowly at first, making sure she relaxed into the sensation.

Gradually I sped up my movements and could feel it swelling slightly. It was filling with her girlcum, and I realised that she was about to squirt. My cock was throbbing with anticipation. 

Keeping my fingers in her, I moved back up so I was next to her face. She had her eyes closed and was moaning my name and tossing her head from side to side. 

"That's it, Nick. I'm about to cum," she panted, her body tensing slightly.

"You're so beautiful, Jen, "I said as I kissed her cheek. "Let it go, cum on my hand."

As I touched my lips to hers she exploded. She screamed out: "OH!!! YES!!!!" Her body tensed completely, and a jet of liquid came squirting out of her pussy. It sprayed all over my hand and forearm, and, while she carried on bucking, I kept my fingers embedded deeply inside her and moved down to catch her cum on my face, neck and chest. It kept on squirting out of her, while she convulsed and cried out my name.

Eventually it subsided, she flopped down onto the ground and I pulled my fingers out of her. I moved above her, my throbbing cock right next to her cunt, and my face above her's. She was panting with exhaustion and when she opened her eyes she had a look of complete and utter satisfaction.

"Wow," she finally managed.

We smiled at each other and I kissed her softly on her lips. 

"That was incredible, Nick."

I kissed her neck, fighting the impulse not to push my rock-hard dick inside her.

"I never knew I could cum like that. Wow." She closed her eyes again and smiled broadly. 

She opened them to look directly at me, suddenly serious. I was aware of the heavy thickness of my cock between my legs. 

She seemed to make up her mind and said: "I love you, Nick."

Just at that second, unable to resist any longer, I pushed my hips forward so my hot prick slid deep into her wet, steaming hot hole. 

"Oh God, Jen," I groaned. You are so fucking hot."

Then I realised what she'd just said. I didn't even have to think what to say.

"I love you too," I said.

She wrapped her calves and arms around me and pulled me even deeper into her, kissing my lips passionately.

Then suddenly she stopped, as if an idea had just occurred to her. "Can you make me squirt with that too?" she asked excitedly.

"I can try," I said, and moved onto my knees, angling my cock up towards her g-spot. It wasn't getting quite high enough, so I held the base with my fingers to increase the angle, then started pushing forward. I watched her face intently as I ploughed in and out against her g-spot. With her eyes closed, and her mouth half open, mumbling incomprehensibly, she was lost to the outside world in a reverie of sexual ecstasy. 

I watched as her excitement mounted and I pushed harder and faster until she exploded again, squirting all around my cock and onto my torso. I felt the warm clear liquid run down over my balls and thighs, while I held myself still inside her writhing body. 

"Oh my God, Nick," she said when she'd recovered. "That is fucking amazing!"

I really needed to cum now, so clenched my teeth and drove my nine inches deep inside her, preparing to give her a good hard fucking, but she cried out: "Ow! No! Nick, it's too sensitive there."

I pulled out straight away and knelt above her holding my thick, erect, glistening cock. 

"Come here, babe," she said, rolling onto her side. I moved up towards her head and offered my purple head to her lips. She opened up her mouth to accept it and I pushed myself inside her. She reached up to pull me in further. Inch after inch of my shaft disappeared inside her, her eyes opening wider and wider, until I was buried right inside her mouth and throat. I pulled out a little so she wasn't gagging, then she sucked to hold me there. 

As I leant back with my hands on my hips she kept my prick inside her mouth, sucking it and bathing it with her wet tongue. I felt the cum rising from inside me and resisted the temptation to push myself deeper down her throat. I held still while she carried on sucking me off, now lightly squeezing my balls with her hand, until I came with a grunt, my cum shooting along my shaft, splashing against the back of her mouth, and then running down her throat. She pumped the base of my dick, milking the last of it out of me, then swallowed it all down and looked up at me, happy and contented.

I realised as I looked at her that I meant it: I really was in love with her.

She wasn't as pretty as Amy, or as confident as Kate, but there was just something there between us. It was impossible to describe it. It was like it was right being with her. I felt happy and like I wasn't alone anymore. 

It was love all right.

We spent the rest of the day wandering round the festival, holding hands, stopping to look lovingly into each other's eyes. We'd watch a band for a while but then I'd lean over to press my lips against her's and then we'd forget all about the music, all about everyone around us and lie there kissing passionately, hands all over each other.

Eventually as it grew dark our hands wandered into each other's clothing, and Jen whispered that we should go back to the motorhome. "Come on," she said. "No one will be there. It'll just be us."

But it wasn't just us. 

As we approached I could see that there were lights on, and as we grew closer I could hear sounds coming from it. I motioned to Jen to keep quiet while I looked in through a gap in the curtains. 

The first thing I saw was Kate sitting on the edge of a bench. She was naked and she was laughing, her red hair flying wildly about her head, as she looked down to slap the cheeks of the girl kneeling between her legs.

"That's it, bitch," I heard her shout with glee. "Lick my fucking pussy!"

Then I saw Ste at the other end of the girl who was going down on Kate. The girl had her hands tied behind her back but with the angle of my view I couldn't make out who it was. Ste was crouched above the girl's ass and I could see a huge pink dildo sticking out of the girl's pussy. As I watched, Ste leant forward and slowly lowered his erect cock into the girl's asshole. 

When the girl screamed out in pain I realised who it was. It was Amy.

Her head of blonde hair lifted out of Kate's lap and she looked back at Ste who had now sunk his shaft all the way into her ass. I was about to burst in and stop them hurting her when I caught sight of her expression. Although Kate and Ste were clearly both hurting her, it was obvious she was enjoying it. She was smiling up at him and then began to shout encouragements at him.

"Come on, you dirty big bastard. Fuck my little bumhole hard."

Ste laughed and slapped her cheek, saying something to her I couldn't hear, then Kate grabbed Amy's long blonde hair and pulled her head roughly back towards her lap.

I wasn't sure what to do. Part of me was turned on by what I was watching, and, as Ste leant forward to push two fingers into Kate's mouth, pumping them in and out, I imagined replacing them with my cock. But another part of me found it disgusting. Kate was obviously into causing pain, and I could see that she was gradually getting Amy more and more into it. I wasn't sure I wanted to get involved. For me, sex has always been about love and gentleness, rather than cruelty and pain. Then, a final part of me was aware of the beautiful girl who was reaching up next to me, trying to see inside.

"Let me see, Nick," she whispered. "What are they doing?"

"It's fucking weird," I said.

"Let me see," she insisted.

So, I put my hands around her waist and lifted her up so she was level with me. She looked in for a couple of seconds, and then turned round to look at me. 

"That Kate is fucking sick," she said. "They're really hurting Amy."

"I think Amy's enjoying it though," I said.

"Yeah," said Jen, sighing resignedly. "She is. Do you want to go in and join them then?"

I shifted Jen so her legs were wrapped around my hips and her arms were around my neck. I looked over her shoulder to see Ste pull his cock out of Amy's ass and stuff it into her open mouth. 

"No," I said. "I want to be with you, Jen. Only you."

She ran her hands through my hair and looked deep into my eyes. 

"I'm so happy you said that," she whispered in my ear. "You know I really love you, don't you?"

"I do," I replied. "I love you too."

Then we kissed, and I felt my cock rise.

"Fuck me here," breathed Jen.

She held onto my neck, while I unzipped myself, my cock springing out. With it waving around in front of me I pulled Jen's panties aside and lowered her gently down onto it. We kissed as she slid slowly down my pole, all the way down until I was buried balls-deep inside her. 

Behind Jen I could see Amy kneeling on the floor of the motorhome, her hands still tied behind her back. Kate was behind her, holding Amy's mouth wide open, while Ste jacked himself off into the blonde girl's mouth. Amy's mascara had run down her cheeks and her eyes were wide open as Ste started slapping her face with his rigid cock. Then Kate squeezed her hand into a fist and reached between Amy's legs. While Ste jammed his prick back into Amy's mouth, Kate rammed her entire fist into Amy's pussy. They were urging each other on, as they used the blonde girl as their willing fuck doll. Amy just closed her eyes, her head lolling to one side, as the pair kept up their assault on her body.

Through all of this I was gently easing Jen up and down on my cock while she rested against my shoulder, occasionally sighing happily and pecking my neck.

"I love the feeling of you filling me up," she murmured.

I squeezed her asscheeks. "I love being inside you. It feels so right," I replied.

I turned away from the window just as Ste was emptying his load all over Amy's face. 

Keeping myself buried deep inside Jen, I lay on the grass so she could begin to ride up and down on my cock. I lay there, completely happy, focussing on the sensations flowing through my body, and the sight of her framed by the stars in the nightsky, her black hair falling across her white cheek, and her eyes looking lovingly into mine.

Gradually we neared climax, the excitement rising in both our bodies. She fell forward onto my chest with a small cry, and we both came at the same time, my cum filling her pussy, and my arms clasped tightly around her, holding her as close to me as I possibly could.