Second Day - Carrie's Fun

The morning sun was barely peeking over the horizon when Carrie's phone buzzed, pulling her from a deep, dreamless sleep. She groaned, reaching for the burner phone on the ground beside her sleeping bag, squinting at the bright screen.

*"We're a couple of women in the tent near the artisan market. Purple tent, fairy lights. We want you. Please come now."*

Carrie smiled, stretching her naked body like a cat, and headed out into the early morning light. The festival was quiet, the paths empty save for a few early risers stumbling toward the coffee stalls. She found the purple tent easily, the fairy lights still twinkling in the morning breeze. She approached, her bare feet silent on the grass.

"Hello?" she called softly.

The tent flap rustled, and a woman poked her head out. She was in her thirties, with short-cropped hair and a sharp, angular face. Her eyes roamed over Carrie's body, a slow smile spreading across her lips.

"You're the one with the cards."

"I am."

"Get your lovely ass in here."

Carrie crawled inside, and the tent was bigger than she'd expected—roomy enough for three people, with a pile of sleeping bags and blankets spread across the floor. The second woman was already inside, lying back on the blankets. She was younger, maybe late twenties, with long dark hair and full breasts, her nipples already hard. The short-haired woman settled beside Carrie, her hand finding her thigh. "I'm the one who texted. She's my girlfriend. We've been looking for a bit of fun."

Carrie smiled, leaning back on her elbows. "You found it."

The dark-haired woman reached out, her fingers tracing the line of Carrie's jaw. "You're beautiful."

"So are you." Carrie leaned in, kissing her softly, her tongue brushing against her lips. The woman responded eagerly, her hand sliding into Carrie's hair. The short-haired woman moved behind her, her hands finding Carrie's tits, kneading them gently. Carrie sighed into the kiss, her body responding to the dual attention. They took their time, exploring Carrie's body with their hands and mouths. The dark-haired woman kissed her way down Carrie's neck, her chest, taking her nipple into her mouth. Carrie gasped, her back arching. The short-haired woman moved lower, her tongue tracing a path down Carrie's stomach, she spread Carrie's thighs, her tongue finding her clit, and Carrie moaned, her hips bucking against her face.

"Fuck," she breathed. "That's good."

The short-haired woman lapped at her, her tongue working Carrie's clit in slow, deliberate circles. The dark-haired woman moved up, kissing Carrie again, her fingers sliding inside her, curling against her walls.

"I want to taste you," the dark-haired woman said.

She moved down, her tongue joining the short-haired woman's, both of them lapping at Carrie's pussy. Carrie cried out, her body trembling, her hands gripping the blankets.

"I'm going to come," she gasped.

"Come for us," the short-haired woman said.

Carrie came with a cry, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around their tongues. They didn't stop, lapping at her through her orgasm, drawing it out until she was limp and trembling.

The dark-haired woman moved up, straddling Carrie's face, her pussy pressing against her lips. "Now taste me," she said.

Carrie obeyed, her tongue finding the woman's clit, lapping at her eagerly. The short-haired woman moved between Carrie's thighs, her tongue sliding into her pussy, and Carrie moaned around the woman's clit. They formed a chain of pleasure, each one giving and receiving. The dark-haired woman came first. Then the short-haired woman came, her tongue still buried in Carrie's pussy. Carrie came again, her body shuddering. When they were done, they lay tangled together, breathless and satisfied.

"Fuck," the short-haired woman said. "That was incredible."

Carrie smiled, her body still humming. "Not bad for a morning warm-up."

The next text came as she was walking back through the festival, the sun climbing higher in the sky.

*"Would love some fun. I'm in the tent near the main stage. Blue tent, tie-dye flag."*

She found it easily, the tie-dye flag fluttering in the breeze. A man was sitting outside, nursing a coffee. He was in his twenties, with a lean build , his cock already standing to attention and a nervous energy.

"Hey, how are you" he said.

"Good thanks." She sat down beside him, her hand finding his thigh. "What would you like to do?”

"I’ve been aching for some hot pussy" He set down his coffee, his eyes dark and intense. She smiled. "Then let's do it."

She led him inside the tent, which was small but tidy. She lay on the sleeping back on her front, the man got on top of her and slid his cock up her wet eager snatch, pushing it all the way to his balls.

"Fuck," he breathed. "That feels good"

He lay on his elbows, his cock fully up her pussy and he began to move his hips, his cock sliding in and out of Carrie’s wet snatch, groaning with each push, he changed the pace a little, slamming hard into her, then pulling it out slow.

“God, you’re gorgeous”, he groaned as he was using Carrie’s fuckhole,”Think I’ll take your ass too”, then he pulled out and began to push up her pucker. Carrie groaned as his slim cock pushed into her hole. He moved his hips quicker, slow and deep and it didn’t take long before he tensed and emptied his balls up her ass.

“Hmmmm.mmm, ffuuucckkk”, he shot a large load up Carrie’s eager asshole, she groaned with every hot squirt of spunk, a slutty smile came over her. He lay on top of her ,his cock still impaling her. After a short while he pulled out, her ass gaping. He lay next to her, she looked at him and smiled.

“That was very nice”, she reached over and stroked his cock, “Right, time to go”

“Thanks babe, just what I needed today”, he said and she left the tent, her ass full of cum

The next message came as she was walking back through the festival.

*"Hi, after some fun. I'm in the van by the east entrance. White van, surfboard on the roof. Come find me."*

She walked towards the east entrance and saw the van with the surfboard strapped to the roof. A man was sitting in the open back doors, a beer in his hand. His cock, semi hard, thick and a heavy set of balls. He was in his thirties, with sun-bleached hair and a laid-back grin.

"You're the one," he said.

"I am." She climbed into the van, the space cramped but cozy. "So, what would you like"

"I’d love to fuck you in the ass" He set down his beer, his eyes roaming over her body.

She got on all fours on the mattress in the back of the van,her arse in the air. He spread her cheeks, “Oh, see you’ve had someone in here already”, looking at her used hole.

“Yes, you’ll be the second of the day”, looking back at him.

She felt the head of his cock pressing against her, and she pushed back, taking him in. He was thick , she welcomed it. He fucked her slowly at first, letting her adjust, then picked up the pace, his hips slamming into her arse. He fucked her for quite a while and then began to grunt and came inside her arse, huge thick squirts of spunk coating the inside of her rectum.

“Hhhmmm.mmm, that was fantastic”, he said, “Have a great day, sweetheart”, and gave her ass a little spank.

“Thanks I will”, she will kissed him his cheek and left.

Another message came as she was walking through the festival, the sun high overhead.

*"Hey. I'm in the hammock area near the yoga tent. Red hammock. Please come ASAP"*

She found the young man, maybe mid-twenties, with a lean, athletic build and a lazy smile. He was lounging in a red hammock, naked, his cock already hard.

"Hello" he said.

"Hi" She approached, her eyes roaming over his body. "So, what do you have in mind"

"I’d love a blowjob." He grinned, stroking his cock.

She smiled, kneeling in front of him. "Sure"

She took him in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head. He tasted salty and warm, and she sucked him eagerly, her hand working his shaft. He moaned, his hips bucking against her face. She doubled her efforts, taking him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate him. He fucked her mouth, his hands gripping her hair, and she let him, her eyes watering, her throat full.

"Yea, nearly there" he said.

She didn't pull away. She kept sucking, her tongue working his shaft, and he came with a cry, his cum flooding her mouth. She swallowed it all, every drop, and pulled away, gasping for breath.

"Fuck," he said, collapsing back into the hammock. "That was incredible." A satisfied smile on her face.

The last message of the day came just as she reached the central area, the sun beginning its slow descent.

*"Hi. We're a couple in our forties. We have a tent near the lake. Green tent, lantern outside. We want you for the evening. Come soon"*

Carrie smiled, her body already humming with anticipation. A couple. This could be interesting. She showered at the festival's outdoor facilities. To be ready for whatever this couple had in mind. She made her way toward the lake. The tent was easy to spot—a large, green canvas structure with a lantern glowing warmly outside. A man and a woman were sitting on camp chairs, glasses of wine in their hands. The man was in his mid-forties, with salt-and-pepper hair and a rugged face. He had the look of someone who'd spent years working outdoors, his arms tanned and muscular. The woman was a few years younger, with dark hair streaked with grey and a soft, welcoming smile.

"You must be her," the woman said, standing. "I'm Helen. This is my husband, Richard."

"It's lovely to meet you both." Carrie approached, her bare feet silent on the grass.

"We've been hoping for a bit of fun while we’re here" Richard said, his voice low and warm.

Carrie smiled, her eyes roaming over both of them. "What did you have in mind?"

Helen stepped closer, her hand reaching out to trace the line of Carrie's jaw. "We want to just have fun, see where the mood takes us"

They led her inside the tent, which was spacious and warm, lit by soft lantern light. A large bed dominated the center, covered in soft blankets and pillows. Carrie gave their bodies a once over, Richard's lean, muscular frame, Helen's soft curves, her breasts full and heavy. They took their time, exploring Carrie's body with their hands and mouths. Helen kissed her neck, her collarbone, her breasts, while Richard moved behind her, his hands finding her hips.

She pushed Carrie back onto the bed, spreading her thighs, and lowered her mouth to her pussy. She lapped at her, her tongue working Carrie's clit in slow, deliberate circles. Carrie moaned, her hips bucking against her face. Richard moved up, his cock pressing against Carrie's lips. She opened her mouth, taking him in, her tongue swirling around the head. He tasted salty and warm, and she sucked him eagerly, her hand working his shaft.

They formed a chain of pleasure, Helen eating Carrie's pussy while Carrie sucked Richard's cock. Helen slid her fingers inside Carrie, curling against her walls, and Carrie moaned around Richard's cock. Carrie came with a cry, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around Helen's fingers. Helen didn't stop, lapping at her through her orgasm, drawing it out until Carrie was limp and trembling.

Richard moved up, positioning himself between Carrie's thighs. He pushed into her slowly, letting her feel every inch, and she gasped at the stretch. He fucked her with a steady, rhythmic pace, his hands gripping her hips. Helen moved up, straddling Carrie's face, her pussy pressing against her lips. Carrie’s tongue finds Helen's clit, lapping at her eagerly. She moaned around Helen's clit, her body rocking with Richard's thrusts.

"Babe, nearly there" Richard said.

"Go on, fill her pussy ," Helen commanded. "Come on"

He did, his cum flooding Carrie's pussy, hot and thick. She felt every pulse, every spasm, and she came again, her body clenching around him. Helen came moments later, her pussy became very wet, Carrie lapping at her until Helen pushed her away, breathless. Richard pulled out, his cum leaking out of Carrie's pussy, running down her thighs. He leaned down, kissing her softly. Helen leaned into Carrie’s pussy and lapped up Richard’s warm spunk, probing her deep, getting every drop. She also sucked Richard’s cock, he was still hard and showed no signs of going limp.

"Now the other hole" Helen said, her hand stroking Richard's back. "Fuck her in the arse."

Richard pushed Carrie’s legs up, his cock pressing against her arsehole. He pushed in slowly, letting her adjust, and Carrie cried out at the stretch. He fucked her arse, his hips slamming into her, while Helen was still knelt over her, her pussy pressing against Carrie's lips. Carrie lapped at her, her tongue working Helen's clit, her body rocking with Richard's thrusts. Richard fucked Carrie’s arse hard and fast.

"Yea, fuck cumming again" Richard said.

"Yes, honey, fill her up" Helen commanded.

He did, his cum flooding Carrie's arse, Richard’s cock twitching with each pulse. He pushed as far as he could and stayed there. Helen leaned up and kissed Richard.

“Fuck honey, that was sooo hot to watch, come on pull out so I can taste it”.

He pulled out, and Helen began to lick Carrie’s well fucked ass, Richard’s cum leaking out, she stuck some fingers in to scoop out the cum and lick her fingers. Once she had finished they all collapsed onto the bed, Helen leaned down, kissing Carrie softly. "Fuck, that was good" she whispered.

Carrie smiled, her body aching, her skin sticky. "That was so good, thanks for the fun". And on that Carrie got up and left and headed back to the tent.

Laura and Sarah were already fast asleep, no doubt they’ve had their brains fucked out today, Carrie got ready for bed and soon fell asleep.