You escape but faceplant into Lyla's lap, and it devolves into a wild bi orgy

You twist as you fall, escaping the ladies' grasping hands to land with your face smacking nose first into the bushy mound of a reclining lady participant, damp and grassy-smelling from some fellow's spilled seed.

The ladies who knocked you over are too busy tussling with each other to catch you while you're down. There's a babble of voices in the tent. A foot stamps and there's an impatient sniff. Maybe from Roxana, mistress of ceremonies?

You feel a new beat in your party wrist bands, pulsing with a thump, thump, thump. The headphones in your Green Man headdress play along with the same beat. Pretty soon everyone's breaths are sync'd up, and you hear "Uh! Uh! Uh!" from all around the tent.

The woman whose bush you face-planted into rolls your direction and reaches for your throbbing cock. "Oh my God. Beautiful," she says, just loud enough for you to hear. It's The Bride, bush and pussy creamed from consummating her sacred marriage. Your campground host, Lyla.

Lyla sucks steadily along with the rhythm you hear in your ears and feel in your wrist bands. In the dreamy space of the orgy tent, lit with glimmering fairy lights round the edge, and with whatever mythic pageant Roxana and Jimmy and Greg had planned now dissolving into some sort of free-for-all, your cock responds quickly to Lyla's attentions, swelling in her mouth.

Another partner joins Lyla, sucking your balls and running a finger up and down your cock root. The fingertip presses firmly, then the mouth and finger depart. When they return, the mouth sucking hard on your balls, the spit-wet finger seeking your ass and thrusting inside, one! two! three! with the pulsing rhythm, that's the trigger for your cock to fire your shots down Lyla's throat. Lyla groans happily and swallows, one, two, three, then rolls away as a hand touches her thigh, and then she's up on her knees, taking a cock from behind.

Your ball-sucking partner laughs, grabs your hip, and rolls you toward her with a swish of her silks. It's Roxana, caught up and lost in her own scene, just another sex-mad orgy participant like the three gals. Like Lyla.

Like yourself.

Roxana swallows your cock, still hard and throbbing after Lyla, taking it deep. She works slowly, one hand on your shaft, the other cupping your balls. Then she withdraws, sucking in a deep breath. "Up, up!" she urges, prompting you up to your knees, then to your feet. Roxana is an artist, a witch, kneeling in front of you and playing your cock like an instrument with her hands and mouth.

The pulse is still strong on your wrists, in your ears. There isn't any music any more, no flute or drums, just growls and grunts and moans and a word or two here and there. "Fuck!" "Yes!" "Gonna..." "There!" "Yeah yeah yeah!"

You're standing in the center of the tent. No one is just standing by. Everyone is part of the orgy, fucking or sucking or being sucked.

Your wife is to one side, holding her breasts like the bountiful Harvest Mother, beaming a smile down at the young folks who are sucking at her nipples. One young man goes off on pure vibes, orgasming as he sucks on Mary's titty, spraying jizz over her leg. Another fellow takes his place, and in a couple of dozen thump, thump, thump beats of the pounding rhythm, he goes off the same way, his pelvis humping against your wife's leg as he spurts in tribute to the Harvest Mother's bounty.

Roxana's organizing partner Jimmy is going around, butt to butt without regard to gender, and thrusting his cock up their ass to the thumping beat until his target, lady or fellow, gets off on his cock with a moan or roar, and and Jimmy moves on, still hard, to his next target.

You don't catch sight of Greg or Lindsay before Roxana's artful sucking takes you up and over the top, your cock root pulsing under her fingertips, your cock head swelling as you bellow out a loud orgasm and fill her throat with spunk.

Roxana swallows, sucks you clean with a twist of her tongue, and leans back, looking up and grinning at you.

You wonder for a moment if those ladies are still after your dick.

Roxana jumps to her feet, grabs your hand and leads you to start a dance around the tent. With everybody getting down and getting busy, mostly horizontal, you're bumping and tripping up against naked and costumed orgy-goers as the thump, thump, thump of the beat goes on, catching up the rhythm of the moans and thrusts and pinches and hand strokes and kisses and sucks and breaths of the participants. But Roxana is light on her feet and if you follow closely, you can dance round the circle after her.

Oracle rolls:

• When the three women knock you over, are you hurt? (unlikely) 2, 6 No, and your hands and mouth are free / you land with your head on someone's lap or butt.
• Do they make you come? (Even) 3, 3 No.
• Does Roxana regain control? (Likely) 2, 6 No, and her efforts amplify / she is caught up in the sexual chaos.
• Whose lap did you fall into? Identity 6D Soldier (technical), d6=3 obvious physical trait, Detail Focus 10H Specialized (social). Let's make Lyla a veteran, then this is her. Who's next after Lyla? Jack of Spades (Leader, Mystical): Roxana.

Game Rolls: Lyla: OMG, roll +Control(+1) for When She Sucks Your Cock. 7 + 1 = 8. You cum, no additional trouble, take +1 Forward, then Cum On Her Face. +Control(+2): 9 + 2 = 11. She swallows (+1 XP), no additional trouble, you're hard again already. Roxana: OMG, 8+1 = 9, you cum, +1 Forward; then (+2): she swallows (+1 XP), no trouble, you go soft, but +1 Forward.

You have 3 XP, +0 Hard, +0 Hot, +1 Cool, +1 Control, Eat Pussy, OMG, and Submissive (Mary)