Festival Sex Novels & Stories

“You can walk around the city today, you have my permission.” Simon said to me in smiles. I was elated I finally had a chance to go out. I was over the moon with excitement, I was no longer confined. At least for some hours. I was free to go for a stroll around Lycester. I anticipated what the mates festival would be like. It was a festival held every leap year to celebrate mates. It was also full moon. It was cute at the early hours of the night, and usually gets nasty by midnight, it was all booze and sex in every corner.

One by one, everyone had taken their turn singing, some boldly, some slurring the words through drunken hiccups. Now the night had ripened into midnight, soft embers glowing across the sand, bodies scattered—some asleep, some passed out beside mugs and bottles. The energy had shifted. Slower. Warmer. The Frost pack, like always, was more men than women. The only females who’d come along for the festival weren’t warriors, weren’t fighters—just kitchen hands and servants who barely mingled. That was why so many of the males had found their mates here. Most of girls were unmarked, unclaimed. The perfect match. The perfect bond.

They had numerous ceremonies dedicated to and indulgences of pleasures, and were even tireless and strong in the face of feasts and events focused on the flesh. The midst of the angels and the heavenly ceremonies among the gods of pleasure. The normality of that city surrounded by flower festivals. One of the geisha was having sex with one of the yoga teachers, alongside a great talent in falatio. None of these people cared about appointments or weddings, it was a party and some fun. The lowest birth rate was those sin towns that sold herbs to prevent pregnancies. When they traveled for fun not to have children, not even the biggest tourists and regulars of that city were children

My confusion soon turned into a realization when he led me through another well-lighted wood to the several small huts covered by semi-transparent curtains. "After the first festival, it became a tradition for lovers to go into the secluded places to fuck. As years passed, this became a place to unleash fantasies," Dalton explained as I looked into the different huts where people were fucking like wild animals while others watched. Some were giving heads in the open while some were doing everything, except sex. "Oh, my Gosh," I whispered, my cheeks flaming in both embarrassment and excitement. ~•~

“Remember how you’d get all dressed up in barely anything under your clothes and we’d go to Coverts? We’d watch the other couples, get so turned on and fuck all night” I swallowed, my nipples tightening at the memory. I hadn’t thought about Coverts, the members-only swingers club, in years. Nathan and I were more watchers than swingers, watching everyone’s pleasure, which heightened our own. When we first began dating, we went often. Each time, we’d end up having some of the best sex of our lives.. We would role play or do some light kink. The last time we had gone to Coverts, Nathan was as fit as a horse. Or so we thought...

I stepped off the boat to the wooden dock, and the warm night air hit me like a slap. My heart was pounding hard already, and my pussy was getting wet just from the smell of the ocean mixed with that thick, musky scent of sex that hung in the air. This was The Cock Fest. No names, no talking about feelings, and no tomorrow. It was just pure fucking for a whole week. I had dreamed about this for months, fingering myself every night, thinking about big cocks stretching me open until I couldn’t walk straight. Now it was real.

The sand shifted beneath them as the waves continued their endless dance around their joined bodies. Lila felt her climax approaching like a storm on the horizon. Every thrust pushed her closer to the edge. Her inner walls began to flutter around him. “I am going to come,” she gasped, her voice breaking with pleasure. “Come for me baby,” Kai encouraged his own voice. “Let me feel you.” The orgasm crashed over her with breathtaking force. Lila cried out his name as intense waves of pleasure ripped through her body. Her walls clenched tightly around his cock pulsing rhythmically as she came hard beneath him.

“The festival is very crowded. You will wear the largest patterned plug in your ass and the strongest remote vibrator in your pussy the entire day. I will control both toys freely. You must stay quiet, smile, and behave like a normal girl no matter what I do. If you come without permission or draw any attention, the punishment when we get home will be extremely strict.” I nodded, heart pounding with nervous excitement. “Yes, Daddy.” He chose a cute, short floral sundress that looked innocent and summery. No bra, no panties. The black leather collar was hidden under a light scarf. He inserted the toys himself the patterned plug felt heavier than ever, stretching me wide, and the powerful vibr

I can hear some more shuffling and then he was telling me, "Yes, mistress, I'm naked." Mistress? I sighed internally. You seriously wouldn't believe how many men were into the whole dominatrix kink. In the beginning, it was kind of fun but by now it was getting pretty old. Mentally awakening my inner dom, I relaxed further into the sofa and flipped through the magazine."Good boy," I cooed, finding a 20 sex tips for women article. Huh, how fitting. "Now, here's what I want you to do, and you better listen closely, pet."

The slap of skin sound through the empty gym as he fucked me with punishing strokes, each one deeper, claiming me against the mirror while I watched my breasts bounce and my face contort in raw pleasure. His free hand reached to rub my clit in tight, relentless circles, the dual assault pushing me toward the edge at blinding speed. Sweat slicked our bodies, the scent of sex mixing with rubber and metal. He leaned in, his teeth grazing my ear. “You’re going to cum on your foster brother’s cock right here where anyone could walk in. And you’re going to love how wrong it feels.”