The field was full. Full of tents of all types and sizes, and full of people, both couples and small groups, deeply engrossed in acts of lust. Moans and groans of pleasure filled the air, as my eyes scanned the various activities going on all around me. A young blonde haired girl lay on her back in the dew soaked grass. She was wearing nothing but a white polo shirt, which was pushed up to just above her breasts. Another woman, a few years older then the blonde, was lying almost on top of her, one hand holding a small breast in place while she licked and nibbled on the nipple. Her other hand was pressed between the girl's legs, slipping and sliding around her wet, lubricated pussy. Behind another tent, I could make out another naked young woman rocking and gyrating, her hands squeezing and pulling at her own breasts. I could just make out a pair of legs in a gap between that tent and another; obviously belonging to the person she was currently in the process of riding. These were just two of the many encounters that were going on all around me, and these were only the ones I could see outside. More moans and groans were coming from the tents all around me. My own cock began to twitch again, and when an unoccupied girl approached me to slip a hand between my legs, I only just managed to restrain myself from grasping her naked breast. She was dressed in nothing but a pair of frilly knickers and a bra barely hanging on by a single shoulder strap.
"No," I said, pushing her away. "I've got a girlfriend."
"So?" she replied, returning her hand to where it had been, and squeezing on my hardening rod. "I've got a boyfriend. Who knows, they might be at it together right now?" She grinned wickedly, as she ran her finger up the zip of my jeans and then, taking hold of the zip, pulled it back down.
"No!" I insisted, pushing her away again and zipping myself back up. "I've got to find her."
"Ok," she grunted, backing away and pulling a face. "There's plenty of other guy's who wanna shag me, anyway." With that, she moved on and moments later had her arms wrapped around someone else. This young man turned out to be much more accommodating. Continuing my search, I began calling out Danielle's name.
Danielle and I had arrived at this strange festival late the previous evening, having mistaken it for the music festival we had been heading for. Danielle had suggested at the time that we might have made a wrong turn, but I had made the decision to stay the night and find out. If I was wrong, we could move on this morning, I suggested. Danielle had decided to go along with this and we entered the main field to erect our tent.
We had met Ashleigh shortly after, when we went to the dining tent to get something to eat. She was a few years younger than us, about 18, and was rather attractive, with long blonde hair and a nice figure. It was her figure that attracted me to her in the first place. I remember the first thing I paid any attention to was her chest, which was not too large or too small, but just the right size. A comfortable handful, or even a mouthful. She was wearing a tight blue t-shirt and a pair of tight fitting blue jeans. The t-shirt was a short one, and exposed quiet a generous amount of bare midriff. She introduced herself to us and, among other things, asked if we would be attending the opening ceremony later. We said we would and, after briefly returning to our tent to change after the long journey, met her in an adjoining field, the highlight of which was a rather large stage near the fence.
At about 7.00pm, the ceremony began. Three people, two women and a man, got up on the stage and one of the women began to speak. She was a young woman of about 18 or 19 with short brown hair, and was dressed in a flowery summer dress. The other woman was wearing a similar one, and the young man wore a polo shirt and a pair of blue jeans. The ceremony began with a brief speech from the brunette, after which she asked her companion's to assist her in officially opening the festival. They did this by placing a hand on each of her shoulders, and sliding the straps of her dress off. Danielle and I looked on in shock as the second woman, a shorter girl of about the same age with long blonde hair, reached across the brunette's chest and quickly undid the three buttons. The dress fell to the floor and the girl was left standing naked apart from her knickers and her shoes on a stage in front of more than 200 people.
I think the three people on the stage started having sex then, but I don't remember. I was to interested in what was going on around us. Members of the crowd were beginning to undress each other, and were touching and caressing their bodies. Ashleigh said something that I think was directed at Danielle, but I turned to look at her anyway. The girl's clothes were scattered all around her, and there were two people with their hands all over her. A woman of about thirty was massaging and sucking on one of her tits, while a young man was roughly impaling her from behind with his cock. Danielle was approaching her, a trembling hand outstretched ready to clasp hold of her one free tit. She turned her head, and glanced at me a little uncertainly. I shrugged my shoulders. The whole situation seemed a little surreal, and I wasn't sure at that point whether or not I was dreaming. Danielle turned back and, taking the breast in her trembling hand to steady it, lowered her head and took the nipple into her mouth. I didn't know whether to be excited or horrified. I wasn't sure what I'd meant when I'd shrugged my shoulders, but I should have guessed that she take it as an acknowledgment of approval. That, however, had not been what I'd intended. The rumour that it is every male's ultimate erotic fantasy to see his girlfriend having sex with another women is not true, at least not for me. The thought of Danielle having sex with another woman was the same as her having sex with another man, and was not something that I wanted to happen. Making me a bit of a hypocrite, considering what happened next.
"Danielle, what are you doing?" I exclaimed. The answer to my question came not from Danielle, but from another woman behind me. Turning round, I saw a stunning, red headed young woman standing in front of me. She was completely naked, like most of the people around me now, and had a dark, almost tanned complexion. Her breasts were neither too large nor too small. They weren't so large that they bounced on her chest as she moved, but you couldn't call her small or underdeveloped either. Her dark nipples highlighted the colour of her hair, which was just as red beneath her legs as it was on her head. She must have kept her pussy well trimmed, as it was more soft fur than hair. A horizontal rim of red fur ran around the top of her lips, but from the lips themselves and down she was completely hairless. Her legs were long and slim and extremely smooth. So smooth that the sun, now beginning to set in the sky, was reflected a little in them. I swallowed, and tried to will my cock not to rise in my trousers, but it was no good. I could already feel it pressing uncomfortable against my tight jeans, trying in vain to assume its full length. The girl must have seen my bulge, as she smiled seductively, and came closer. Wrapping her arms around me she pulled me close, crushing her breasts against me and pressing her nipples into my chest.
