CUMQUEEN OF THE FESTIVAL-1

The bass from the main stage thumped through my bare feet as I pushed through the crowd. Body paint was the only thing covering me. Thin streaks of black and silver swirled over my tits, down my stomach, and between my thighs, barely hiding my nipples and the smooth lips of my pussy. One wrong move and it would smear. I wanted that.

Sweat already made the paint glisten under the festival lights. People stared. Some laughed nervously. Others stared longer, eyes wide. I loved it.

I spotted them near the edge of the crowd. Four guys, early twenties, passing a joint and laughing too loud. Shirtless, covered in dust and glow paint. Perfect.

I walked straight up, hips rolling with the music. The silver paint over my pussy caught the lights.

"Hey," I said, voice low but clear. "You boys looking for something fun?"

The tallest one, messy brown hair and a shark tattoo on his ribs, looked me up and down slow. "The fuck? You lost or something?"

I stepped closer, close enough that my painted tit brushed his arm. "Nope. Just horny. Been walking around like this for an hour and nobody's had the balls to touch me yet."

One of his friends choked on his drink. Another one grinned. "You're serious."

"Dead serious." I ran my fingers down my stomach, stopping just above my pussy. "I want cum. Lots of it. You four look like you could help."

The tall one — let's call him Shark — swallowed hard. His eyes kept dropping to my tits. "Right here?"

"Right here. Or somewhere darker. Your choice." I glanced at the others. "Unless you're all talk."

Shark glanced at his friends, then back at me. "You're fucking crazy. Hot, but crazy."

I smiled and dropped to my knees in the dirt right in front of them. The crowd noise swallowed most of the gasps around us, but I felt eyes on me. Good.

My hands worked fast. I pulled Shark's shorts down just enough to free his cock. He was already half hard. Thick. Nice. I licked the underside slowly, eyes flicking up at him.

"Fuck..." he breathed.

I took him into my mouth, sucking deep right away. The taste of sweat and skin filled my mouth. I bobbed my head, hollowing my cheeks, one hand stroking what I couldn't fit. His friends moved closer, blocking some of the view but not all.

"Jesus Christ," one of them muttered.

I pulled off with a wet pop and looked at the shortest guy. "Your turn. Whip it out."

He fumbled with his shorts. I sucked him next, then the next. Going down the line while the music pounded. My pussy was dripping. The paint between my thighs was getting messy.

Shark grabbed my hair and pushed back into my mouth, fucking my face harder. I gagged a little but took it, spit running down my chin onto my painted tits. The others stroked themselves, waiting.

"Bring her behind the tents," one of them said.

They pulled me up and half-carried me through the crowd to a darker spot between vendor tents. The ground was uneven. My knees hit the dirt again.

This time all four had their cocks out. I worked them with my hands and mouth, switching between them, sucking one while jerking two others. Spit and precum coated my fingers and chin.

"She's actually doing it," the quiet one whispered.

I pulled off long enough to say, "I need more. Finger me while I suck them."

Shark dropped behind me. His fingers pushed between my legs, sliding through my soaked folds. Two fingers sank into my pussy easy. I moaned around the cock in my mouth.

"She's fucking drenched," he said, pumping his fingers faster. He added a third and curled them, hitting that spot that made my thighs shake.

I pushed back against his hand, sucking harder. The guy in my mouth groaned and came first, flooding my tongue. I swallowed most of it, letting some drip down my chin.

Another took his place immediately.

Shark kept finger-fucking me, thumb rubbing my clit in tight circles. My legs trembled. I was close already.

"Don't cum yet," he said, like he could tell. He pulled his fingers out and slapped my pussy lightly. The sting made me whimper.

I turned around on my knees, ass up. "Fuck me then. I need cock."

Shark lined up behind me. He rubbed his thick head up and down my slit, teasing my entrance. I pushed back, trying to take him, but he held my hips still.

"Beg for it," he said.

"Please. Put it in. I want all of you stretching me."

He pushed in slow. The stretch was perfect. Thick and hard, sliding deep until his hips met my ass. I moaned loud, not caring who heard. He stayed there for a second, letting me feel how full I was, then started thrusting.

Long, steady strokes at first. Pulling almost all the way out, then sinking back in deep. Every thrust made my tits swing and my paint smear. The wet slap of skin mixed with the distant music.

One of the guys knelt in front of me and pushed his cock into my mouth. I sucked him sloppily while Shark fucked me harder. The other two stroked themselves, watching, occasionally slapping my ass or pinching my nipples.

Shark's pace picked up. He gripped my hips tight, pounding into me. I could feel my orgasm building again, pussy clenching around his cock.

"Fuck, she's gripping me so tight," he groaned.

I came hard, moaning around the dick in my mouth, walls pulsing. Shark didn't stop. He fucked me through it, deeper, rougher.

"Next," I gasped when he finally pulled out, breathing heavy. "I need more cum inside me."

The next guy took his place immediately. Thinner but longer. He slid in easy because I was so wet and open. He fucked me fast and shallow at first, teasing, then switched to deep, grinding strokes that made me see stars.

I sucked the others in between, switching whenever they tapped my shoulder. Spit ran down my neck. My knees were raw from the dirt.

They started cumming. One pulled out and shot across my back. Another came in my mouth. Shark pushed back in and filled my pussy with the first real creampie of the night. I felt it flood deep, warm and thick.

I was shaking, covered in paint, dirt, spit and cum, but I still looked at the last guy waiting.

"More," I said, voice rough. "I want all of you to fill me before we find another group."

The last one flipped me onto my back in the dirt. He hooked my legs over his shoulders and pushed in deep. The angle let him hit so fucking good. I grabbed his arms, nails digging in as he fucked me hard.

My painted tits bounced with every thrust. Cum leaked out around his cock from the previous load. The wet, messy sounds were obscene.

He leaned down, biting my neck lightly. "You're insane."

"Yeah," I breathed. "Don't stop."

He fucked me faster, grinding deep. I came again, legs shaking around his shoulders, pussy milking him until he groaned and pumped another load into me.

I lay there in the dirt for a second, breathing hard, cum leaking out of me onto the ground.

The guys were pulling their shorts up, looking dazed.

Shark wiped sweat from his face. "You do this every festival?"

I sat up slowly, cum dripping down my thighs. "Only when I'm in the mood to get ruined."

One of them hesitated. "You filming this or something?"

I smiled and picked up my phone from the grass. The red light was still blinking. "Maybe. Want to help me find more? I need at least six next round."

They looked at each other. Shark laughed, but his eyes were dark with interest.

"Lead the way, crazy girl."

I stood up on shaky legs, cum running down my inner thighs, paint smeared everywhere. The festival noise swelled around us as I started walking deeper into the crowd.

My pussy throbbed with every step. I was already scanning for the next group.

But something twisted in my chest. The high was fading just enough for that little voice to whisper.

This time felt different. Like I might not be able to stop when the festival ended.

I pushed the thought down and grabbed Shark's hand, pulling him toward a bigger crowd near the stage.

"Next," I said. "Find me two more."