The young, strong bull of a man came more quickly than she had expected. Though, to be fair, Sarah’s sense of time was highly distorted by the pot, and the molly, and the cock in her ass. As Johnny groaned in orgasm, he pulled out, shooting his load onto her outstretched tongue, the bridge of her nose and her left cheek. Sarah savored the briny taste and the satiny feel of the cum in her mouth, until Andrea swooped in to get a taste.
The pretty young thing licked the dripping gob from Sarah’s chin, then swept it into Sarah’s mouth. The two French kissed, adding to the menage of sensations overwhelming Sarah’s molly-altered brain. Andrea’s lips and tongue, the vibrations of their mutual moans, the smooth condom covered cock sliding in and out of her rectum, the sway of her breasts in counter time to the fucking, the smell and feel of cum dripping down her face, the cacophony of guttural utterances from the others in the tent … somehow Sarah was sensing everything, profoundly, and all at the same time. She might have to try MDMA again sometime.
Andrea pulled away, or more accurately, someone pulled her away to take their pleasure with her perfect young body. The guy in Sarah’s ass – she wasn’t sure who it was – showed no signs of cumming and Sarah didn’t mind, though her swollen clit longed for more attention. She was delightfully at peace. The warm, muggy air itself seemed to embrace her; the drops of sweat ran along her chest and breasts, teasing her, like another lover.
Sarah raised her head and flipped her shoulder-length hair back, looking about the tent. Among all the young bodies was her husband, Dan, who was fucking the cute brunette, Ariel. Next to them were the sinewy Josh and Nick, who were switching off between the kneeling Sally and Dashonda. Sarah caught Dan’s eye, and she smiled at him through her cum covered mask while being fucked from behind. Dan was certain he had never seen his wife more beautiful.
~
Dan and Sarah hit their empty nest phase with a bang. Forty-two and forty, respectively, when they sent their son off to college, they resolved to recover their couplehood as quickly as possible. They began playing tennis again, started a progressive dinner, and joined an adult toy of the month club. They also bought a little travel trailer and started to go to outdoor music concerts and festivals.
And so it was that they ended up at “Horizon Fest,” held in an irrigated oasis in the middle of what would otherwise be high desert. The music selection was an eclectic mix of alt rock, hip hop, and electronica, and attracted a crowd much younger than themselves. Dan liked to focus on the music and reading a good book when going to a festival, so he generally sought out the quietest corner of the campground he could find.
So he was a tad disappointed when a large group of raucous young people took the large campsite right next to them. They set up an elaborate collection of small sleeping tents, bridged in the middle by a party tent, complete with a chandelier and a (fake) oriental rug. As soon as they arrived, a generator was turned on, and a large speaker thumped music without interruption. Only the fact that the group included extremely lovely young women kept Dan from total resentment. Sarah didn’t mind a bit. She loved their youthful energy. And she didn’t mind looking at their young bodies, sweating in the hot sun, either.
The group was all twenty-somethings, barely out of college, and included five women and four boys. They were polite and welcoming to their older neighbors. The boys offered Dan beer, and the girls swarmed Sarah like some kind of spiritual matriarch. Dan was cynical at first, thinking that perhaps they were just angling to avoid noise complaints and perhaps have a shot at Dan and Sarah’s precious shower. But he was soon persuaded that nothing drove the joyous, fun-loving bunch but the festival mood.
On night one, the girls put a great deal of effort into their hair, makeup and outfits. Sarah would soon learn the festival pattern: relatively dressy, though still quite sexy, clothes on night one, more daring and revealing on day two/three, and recklessly debaucherous on the final night. The girls pulled Sarah into their preparations, and the guys shared some weed with Dan, as they stood about hornily waiting to see how the young women would emerge. When they did, Dan was pretty sure his pretty wife, a fit, well-kept chestnut-haired beauty, in a tight pair of white jeans and red blouse with an extra button undone, caught as many looks from the young studs as did the younger ladies.
Dan and Sarah separated from the larger group as they jumped between bands, but when they got back to camp after the last show they re-joined their new young friends for a nightcap. Andrea, with her long curly blonde hair, and a body worthy of a stripper, was sort of the Alpha female, directing the music, leading the conversation, even telling people where to sit. She paid an enormous amount of attention to Sarah.
Ariel was a lovely Jewish girl, with big brown eyes, a freckled nose, a tight sexy body, and a sharp sense of humor. She seemed to gravitate toward Dan, much to his delight. The girls were rounded out by Dashonda, a seductive African American; Allison, a shy cutie with an androgynous died-blonde pixie cut; and Sally, a boisterous busty redhead.
Josh, Nick, and Steph were all from the same club soccer team. Sarah could not get enough of their six-pack torsos and sinewy legs. Johnny was a powerful bear of a man, a light-skinned black man with a shaved head, a hearty laugh, and an insatiable thirst for beer and weed. It wasn’t apparent that any of them were a couple, per se, or that they even knew each other that well outside of festival circles. But as that first night wore on, pairing and tripling-up happened quickly and fluidly.
Dan and Sarah retired to their trailer, but could hear the sounds of sex transmit through the thin nylon walls of the tents and through the screen of their caravan door. Inspired by the day, and the sensual sounds hanging in the thick summer air, they fucked with the vigor of their twenty-something neighbors. As turned on as he was by his own wife, somehow Dan hoped that Ariel could hear Sarah groaning on the other end of his cock, while Sarah found herself thinking of the studly soccer players as she ground against her husband.
The next day proceeded as the first, though with the volume — figuratively and literally — turned way up. The kids next door emerged slowly, forced from slumber by the rising heat of the late morning. Sarah and Dan sat in shaded comfort, freshly showered, sipping iced coffees, as one by one the festival zombies emerged. The boys never managed more than gym shorts, the girls wore various combinations of robes, shorts, or even just a towel wrap, as they wandered toward the group bathrooms. Andrea and Dashonda boldly asked if they could use Dan and Sarah’s shower, and Dan found himself getting hard as he imagined the tall, model-like dark-skinned Dashonda, and the shapely, pale Andrea pressed together in the tiny shower stall.
In the afternoon the girls, now dressed for “day 2’ in short shorts and halter tops, converged on Sarah. She seemed plenty sexy to Dan in a pair of cut-offs and an old Radiohead T-shirt.
“Oh no, let’s sparkle this up a bit, shall we?!” Andrea announced. She, Allison, and Sally yanked Sarah back into their trailer and when Sarah emerged she was as provocatively dressed as the rest of the girls. They had trimmed her respectable-length cut-offs to peekaboo short, allowing the lower curve of her ample round tush to tease any viewer. They ditched the t-shirt and instead reconfigured Sarahs’ red blouse from the night before so that it was tied up to reveal her midriff. They eliminated the use of buttons altogether, and abandoned a bra. Sarah’s 34 Cs were now on full display. It was quite a fine rack for a woman of forty, which Dan had always been both proud and turned on by. Not more so than today. Sarah blushed a bit when she came out of the trailer and met Dan’s eye, but her nipples hardened with excitement as she realized it wasn’t just Dan, but the rest of the boys as well, that had their tongues out with lust for her sexy body.
Dan and Sarah hung with the youngsters most of the night, dancing and imbibing with them. They both had enough booze and weed to eliminate most of their inhibitions. Sarah danced provocatively with all the guys, Johnny especially, but also the girls. Ariel sat atop Dan’s shoulders for one of the shows, and hugged him all night. When they retired to the makeshift “ballroom” tent, things heated up even more. Ariel crawled into Dan’s lap and snuggled into his neck as they surveyed the others.
Free from Dan, Sarah flirted with all, sitting on Johnny’s lap for a time, then playing spin the bottle with Andrea and some of the other girls as the guys cheered them on. To watch Sarah kiss other women, when she seemed to enjoy it most sincerely, was an incredible turn-on for Dan. For Sarah, it was a flashback to her “bar gay” sorority days and made her feel sexy as hell.
Dan could not get Sarah back to their trailer fast enough. He ripped what few clothes she was still wearing from her before they even got inside. When he hungrily dove into her pussy, he found that the girls’ handiwork had not been limited to sexy clothing — they had shaved her bald as well! Dan relished the salty, musky flavor of his wife after a day of dancing and flirting. Sarah loved the dirtiness of her rabid husband and pulled him into her smooth mons as she arched in an orgasmic spasm. She moaned loudly, hoping that the boys and girls next door could hear her. Before she had even gathered her breath, Dan bent her over the little dinette table with her round ass arched up toward his turgid prick.
“Fuck me, baby. Fuck me as hard as you can!” Sarah urged.
Dan gave the ass that had been trying to fight its way out from those cutoffs all day a few hard thwacks, then thrust into his sopping wife.
“Yes, yes, fuck me. Give me that dick!” Sarah groaned, again hoping she had an audience. Dan hammered into his sexy wife, shuddering to his own finish in just a few sweaty minutes.
“Oh god, Sarah, you are so fucking hot!”
The next morning, Dan and Sarah stirred nearly as slowly as their neighbors. Neither could imagine things getting any more wild. Things proceeded in the now usual course. Sally and Dashonda came over to shower, followed by Andrea and Allison, then Ariel and Josh. Dan felt an odd pang of jealousy as he wished it was he who was soaping the little brunette’s freckled skin.
The costumes for the final evening were beyond Dan or Sarah’s comprehension. Even the guys got into the act, going shirtless and wearing micro shorts or speedos. Johnny wasn’t having it, saying his cock was too big to be crammed into anything so small. That gave Dan the space to get away with regular shorts and a black t-shirt, though the girls were kind enough to give him a few hoots and reverse catcalls when he popped out of the trailer.
Dashonda wore a white bodysuit, that was really more of a body thong. Sally wore a pink baby doll lingerie set that was so sheer that her large nipples and prominent red bush were available for anyone who cared to look closely. Ariel wore a dental floss string bikini. Allison went with micro cutoffs, falsies, and a whole lot of glitter. And the bodacious Andrea went with body paint and a practically invisible thong. More than once Dan had to fight the urge to just reach over and take her perfect breasts in his hands, or a pert nipple into his mouth. To his shock, Sarah joined Andrea in the body paint, though she borrowed a pair of stick-on falsies to cover her large nipples.
Ninety-nine percent of the crowd was like that — even some of the band members were nearly naked. Sarah and Dan looked at one another and conveyed wordlessly a mix of fear and overwhelming excitement. They both had the sense that the evening would end in a way they had never before experienced. The night flowed like a dream, aided in part by some especially pleasant cannabis courtesy of Johnny.
During the closing band – a raucous hip-hop, retro-funk mashup – Andrea slipped Dan and Sarah an MDMA pill. She did so in a way neither could refuse: seductively placing the little blue pill on her outstretched tongue, then transferring it via a deep, long French kiss. It could have been acid for all they knew, but there was no denying the opportunity to kiss and fondle the essentially naked young beauty as a crowd of dozens cheered them on.
When their sexy group made it back to the tent, Andrea and the team moved in a practiced motion. The generator was fired up to help the chandelier come to life. A large bowl appeared filled with condoms and small bottles of lube. Bottles of water were placed strategically, as were throw pillows, tissues, and wipes. Music of the band they had just seen came on and then the girls came together, and as if they had rehearsed, and proceeded to strip off what few clothes remained. Andrea crooked a finger and pulled Sarah on “stage,” as she too danced her way to total nudity. The falsies came off, the shorts came off, and there she was, an object of desire for all.
The boys applauded and then traded places. They dragged Dan with them, and then stripped to the squeals and applause of the girls. It’s possible Josh may have actually done this for real, as he ground and undulated with the skill of Magic Mike himself. Dan was a bit embarrassed, because while he was fine and fit compared with other men his own age, it was hard to be compared to twenty-five-year-olds. Ariel gave Dan confidence though, as she focused only on him, and seemed genuinely excited to see him naked.
The strip show complete, the flesh mob converged on itself and then broke into bits. Dan and Ariel found a corner, Andrea attacked Sarah, Nick and Steph double-teamed Dashonda, Allison tackled Josh, and Johnny fucked Sally into an altered state. In a timeless sensual stupor, all but Ariel and Dan change partners at will. There was no jealousy, no rancor, just joyous fucking and sucking.
~
Sarah finally looked back to see who was taking her ass so gently and effectively. It was Steph. He had a mop of dark brown hair, a warm dimpled smile, and sparkly blue eyes. He smiled down at her. Sarah smiled back. She was too addled to communicate in more than grunts, but finally managed to mutter, “Clit. My clit.”
Steph looked around the tent. Dashonda and Allison were cuddled in some kind of post-orgasmic bliss. “Dashonda!” he interrupted. “Our friend needs some help.” She didn’t hesitate and crawled over to the ass fucking pair. Dashonda wriggled her long firm body under Sarah so she could lick and rub her pussy. She spread her own legs wide, inviting Sarah to taste her smooth, brown, well fucked cunnie. It was at least the third pussy Sarah had eaten that night. She was shocked at how natural it felt.
Dashonda’s ministrations combined with Steph’s more earnest fucking began to have their intended effect, as Sarah built to her fourth or fifth orgasm of the evening. Despite her impending reverie, she was suddenly aware that others had gathered around her. Her husband was in front of her. She gave his cock a quick suck and then he entered Dashonda. Ariel was stroking her back and kissing her neck. Josh was jacking off. The others knelt beside, holding one another.
“So beautiful,” someone said. And that remark formed a milestone, as first Steph, then Sarah, then Dashonda, and finally Dan and Josh came in a cascade of moans. What remained of Johnny’s spunk on Sarah’s face was joined with Dan and Josh’s. Of course, Andrea was quickly there to help with the clean-up.
Dan and Sarah made their way back to their trailer at dawn. They showered and packed in silence, still not quite believing what they had been through. The campground, too, was strangely quiet, as their group was not the only one to have pushed the limits the previous night. They waited until well after noon, but no one had yet stirred. It wasn’t until they started their SUV that Andrea – still naked, and Ariel – wrapped in a towel, emerged. They embraced Dan and Sarah.
“See you at Burning Man?” Andrea asked as she broke a kiss with Sarah.
“Absolutely,” they answered in unison.
