CUMQUEEN OF THE FESTIVAL-3

The crowd near the late-night stage was thicker. Sweaty bodies pressed together under pulsing purple lights. I walked through them like I owned the place, cum still dripping down my inner thighs, paint almost completely gone now except for streaks across my tits and stomach.

Eight guys this time. I found them posted up by a food truck, loud and drunk on cheap festival beer.

I didn’t even hesitate.

“Hey. All of you.” I stepped right into their circle, naked and leaking. “I’ve already taken six loads tonight. I want eight more. Right now.”

A tall guy with dreads laughed like it was a joke. “The fuck did you just say?”

I grabbed his hand and pressed it between my legs. His fingers slid through the mess of cum easily.

“Feel that? That’s what eight guys just left inside me. I need more. Who’s first?”

The group went quiet for a second. Then they moved.

They pulled me behind the row of porta-potties, where the light was dimmer but the risk was still high. Anyone walking past the gap could see everything.

I dropped to my knees in the dirt without being asked. Eight cocks came out. I went to work like a woman possessed, sucking one after another, using both hands, switching fast. Spit poured down my chin. I gagged myself on the thicker ones, tears running, but never stopped.

“Jesus, she’s actually hungry for it,” one of them muttered.

I pulled off a cock with a gasp. “Stop talking and feed me. All of you. I want your cum on my face first.”

They surrounded me tighter. I worked them hard, jerking and sucking in a messy rotation. One by one they started cumming. Thick ropes landed on my cheeks, forehead, open mouth. I swallowed what I could, the rest painted my skin and dripped onto my tits.

When the last one finished, my face was a glazed wreck.

I stood up, legs shaky, and pointed at two of them. “You and you. On the ground. Now.”

They lay down side by side. I straddled the first one and sank down on his cock in one smooth motion. He filled me deep, pushing more cum out around his shaft. I rode him hard, grinding my clit against him, tits bouncing.

“Next,” I ordered, looking at the second guy. “My ass.”

He got behind me, pressed his cock against my already slick asshole, and pushed in. The stretch burned in the best way. I moaned loud as both holes got filled, double stuffed right there behind the toilets.

They fucked me like that, finding a rhythm. One thrusting up while the other pounded down. I was shaking between them, moaning nonstop.

“Harder,” I gasped. “I can take it.”

The guy in my pussy grabbed my hips and slammed up into me. The one in my ass gripped my shoulders and matched his pace. The fullness was insane. Every thrust made wet, filthy sounds as cum was forced out of me.

I came hard, pussy and ass clenching around both cocks, screaming loud enough that someone outside the gap definitely heard.

They didn’t stop. They kept fucking me through it until the one in my pussy groaned and filled me with another load. The guy in my ass followed right after, pumping deep.

I climbed off on shaky legs, cum pouring out of both holes.

“Next two,” I said, voice hoarse. “I’m not done.”

Two more took their place. One bent me over a stack of crates and pushed into my pussy from behind. The other fed me his cock. I sucked him sloppily while getting railed, body jolting forward with every hard thrust.

The guy behind me reached around and rubbed my clit roughly. I came again, knees buckling, but he held me up and kept pounding.

“Fill me,” I begged around the cock in my mouth. “Breed me like the slut I am.”

He did. Groaning as he emptied inside me.

I was losing track of time. The rotation continued. More cocks. More loads. I had them use a discarded plastic bottle on me next, thick end first, while two guys took my mouth and hands. I fucked myself with it shamelessly, moaning like a whore while they watched.

By the time the eighth guy pushed into my wrecked pussy, I was a trembling, cum-covered mess on my back in the dirt. He hooked my legs over his shoulders and fucked me deep and slow, grinding against my cervix.

“You’re fucking addicted,” he panted, staring down at my glazed face.

“Yeah,” I breathed. “Don’t stop. Give me everything.”

He fucked me harder, hips slapping loud. My tits bounced wildly. Fresh cum leaked out around his cock with every thrust. I came one last time, clenching tight around him until he buried himself deep and unloaded.

I lay there afterward, breathing hard, body sticky and sore, cum leaking from my pussy and ass in a steady stream.

The guys were pulling their pants up, looking half dazed, half impressed.

One of them, the tall one with dreads, crouched down beside me. “You got a name, crazy girl?”

I wiped cum from my eye. “Doesn’t matter. Just know I’m not finished tonight.”

He glanced at his friends, then back at me. His voice dropped. “There’s a VIP afterparty in the big black tents on the hill. Invite only. They do… wilder shit. You want in?”

I sat up slowly. Cum dripped onto the ground between my spread legs.

My body was screaming for rest.

My pussy was already throbbing at the idea.

I looked up at him, licked a streak of cum off my lips, and smiled.

“Take me there.”

As we started walking through the crowd, me still completely naked and covered in their mess, that little twist in my chest came back stronger.

I was chasing something I wasn’t sure I could come back from.

And the scariest part was how badly I wanted to keep falling.