CUMQUEEN OF THE FESTIVAL-4

The black tents on the hill were a whole different world.

Heavy bass thumped from inside. Red and purple lights leaked through the seams. Two big security guys stood at the entrance, but when my dreadlocked guide flashed a wristband and pointed at me, they just smirked and let us through.

Inside it was darker. Hotter. Bodies moved everywhere. Some fucking openly on couches and low platforms. The air smelled like weed, sweat, and sex.

At least twenty people turned to look when I walked in completely naked, cum still streaking my thighs and face.

Dreads leaned close to my ear. “They like new girls who don’t hold back.”

“Good,” I said. I stepped into the center of the main space where the lights were brightest. “Who wants to use me next?”

A tall woman with short pink hair and a strap-on stepped forward first. She looked me up and down.

“On your knees. Show them how much of a slut you are.”

I dropped. She fed me the thick silicone cock while a circle of men formed around us. I sucked it sloppily, eyes watering, while hands started touching me from all sides. Fingers pushed into my cum-filled pussy. Someone slapped my ass hard.

Pink Hair pulled the dildo out of my mouth with a wet pop. “On all fours.”

They positioned me right in the middle. Someone slid under me and pushed his cock into my pussy in one thrust. Another guy got behind and forced his way into my already slick ass. I moaned loud as they double stuffed me again, the two cocks rubbing together inside me through that thin wall.

“Fuck her harder,” Pink Hair ordered.

They did. Pounding me from both ends while I braced on my hands. My tits swung heavy. Fresh cum from earlier leaked out around the cock in my pussy every time he thrust deep.

I came fast and messy, shaking between them, moaning like an animal.

They rotated. More men. A third guy pushed into my mouth. Three holes filled at once while others watched and stroked themselves. The wet sounds of my body getting used mixed with the heavy music.

“Next,” I gasped when they pulled out. “I want something bigger in my ass while you fuck my pussy.”

Someone handed me a thick, smooth glow stick from the decorations. I handed it back. “You do it.”

A muscular guy with tattoos all over his chest took it. He lubed it with spit and my leaking cum, then pressed the thick end against my asshole. I pushed back as he worked it in slowly. The stretch was intense. I moaned deep, breathing through it until the glow stick was buried inside me.

Then another man pushed his real cock into my pussy.

The fullness made my eyes roll back. The glow stick shifted every time he thrust, pressing against his cock through my walls. I was shaking, drooling, completely lost in it.

“Ride it,” someone said.

They helped me up. I straddled one guy on a low couch, sinking down on his cock while the glow stick stayed buried in my ass. I rode him hard, grinding deep, the toy shifting inside me with every movement.

Hands grabbed my tits. Fingers rubbed my clit. Another cock pushed into my mouth.

I was a mess of limbs and holes, completely used. I came again, screaming around the dick in my throat, pussy gushing down the cock inside me.

They kept passing me around. I lost count. At one point three guys had me lifted in the air, one in each hole, fucking me like a toy while the crowd cheered.

I directed them the whole time.

“Deeper. Fill my ass next. Someone film this. I want more cum on my face. Next. Don’t stop.”

By the time they laid me on my back on a cum-stained mattress in the corner, I was trembling nonstop. My pussy and ass were red and puffy, leaking constantly.

A big group of six guys surrounded me.

“Creampie train,” I rasped. “All of you. One after another. Fill me until it’s pouring out.”

The first one pushed in and fucked me hard and fast. He came deep, adding to the mess. The next took his place immediately, pounding my sloppy, cum-filled cunt. Then the next. Each one using me like a cum dump, pumping their load inside and pulling out to make room for the next.

I was moaning constantly, legs spread wide, back arched. Every new cock made obscene squelching sounds as they fucked through the previous loads.

The last one took his time. He pinned my legs back and fucked me slow and deep, grinding against my cervix, making sure I felt every inch.

“You’re completely ruined,” he said quietly, staring down at me.

I looked up at him, eyes glassy. “I know. Don’t stop.”

He came with a low groan, flooding me one final time.

I lay there afterward, legs still spread, cum pouring out of my wrecked holes in thick streams. My body was covered in drying loads, paint, dirt, and sweat.

Pink Hair crouched beside me and brushed hair from my face.

“You’re something else,” she murmured. “We’ve got a private tent for the real freaks tomorrow night. No limits. Toys, objects, public walks, whatever we want. You want the address?”

My body ached. My mind felt fuzzy and addicted at the same time.

I swallowed hard, tasting cum.

“Yeah,” I whispered. “Give it to me.”

As I lay there leaking and trembling, watching strangers film my ruined body, that dark little twist in my chest grew sharper.

I was supposed to be the one in control.

But I wasn’t sure I was anymore.

And tomorrow night was going to push me even further.