First Day - Sarah's Fun

The first text came at 6:47 PM.

Sarah's burner phone buzzed against her thigh, and she pulled it out, her heart skipping. The message was simple: *"Got your card. You free now?"* Attached was a photo—a man in his thirties, stubbled, with kind eyes and a broad chest. He was holding a guitar.

She smiled, typing back: *"Depends. What's your name?"*

*"Tom. I play in one of the opening bands. Saw you near the soundboard."*

*"You're cute, Tom. Meet me behind the Portaloos near the Jazz Stage in ten minutes. Come alone."*

She sent the message and tucked the phone away, a thrill running through her. One down. Two to go. She found Laura and Carrie near the main stage, leaning against a barrier, watching the crowd. "Got my first bite," she said, holding up the phone.

"Already?" Laura raised an eyebrow.

Sarah grinned. "His name's Tom. Guitarist. Cute."

"Be safe," Carrie said.

"Always."

She made her way through the festival, weaving between bodies and tents and the glow of fairy lights. The Jazz Stage was smaller, tucked away in a corner of the grounds, and the Portaloos behind it were mercifully quiet. She leaned against the nearest one, waiting. Tom arrived five minutes late, apologizing profusely. He was taller than she'd expected, with broad shoulders and calloused hands. Up close, he smelled like sweat and beer and something earthy.

"Sorry," he said, running a hand through his hair. "Got held up by the sound guy."

"No worries." Sarah stepped closer, close enough to feel the heat radiating off him. "You have my card. You know what this is?"

"I have an idea." His voice was low, rough. "But I'd rather you show me."

She didn't need to be told twice. She turned, bracing her hands against the Portaloo, and pulled her short skirt up exposing her holes and pushed her arse out. He got the message. She wasn't wearing knickers.

"Fucking hell," he muttered.

"Stop talking."

He fumbled with his belt, the clink of metal, the rustle of denim. Then his cock was against her, hot and thick, and he was pushing in. Sarah gasped, her eyes fluttering closed. He wasn't the biggest she'd ever had, but he knew what he was doing. He filled her completely, stretching her walls, and she felt every inch of him as he bottomed out. He didn't wait. He started fucking her immediately, hard and fast, his hips slapping against her arse. The sound echoed off the plastic walls of the Portaloo, wet and rhythmic. His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into her flesh, holding her steady as he pounded into her.

"Fuck," he grunted. "You're so tight."

He grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back, and drove into her even harder. Sarah moaned, loud and unashamed. She didn't care who heard. She pushed back against him, meeting every thrust, her body slick with sweat and the wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her. She came quickly, her pussy clenching around him, her body shuddering against the plastic wall. He felt it, and it pushed him over the edge. He buried himself deep, and she felt his cum shoot deep into her pussy, the first lot of spunk tonight. He stayed inside her for a long moment, both of them breathing hard. Then he pulled out, and she felt the rush of his cum spilling out of her, warm and wet. Dripping onto the grass beneath her.

"Fuck," he said, breathless.

"Good boy." She took out a non scented wet wipe from her waist bag and wiped his spunk from her pussy and pulled her skirt down, turned, "Text me if you want some more tomorrow"

She walked away, her thighs sticky, her body humming, and threw the wet wipe into the nearest bin.

The second text came at 8:15 PM.

This one was different. A photo of two men, both in their late twenties, both grinning, both holding what looked like stage passes. The message read: *"Me and my mate Dave got your card. We're both interested. You game?"*

Sarah's pulse quickened. *"Names?"*

*"I'm Jake. Dave's the ugly one."*

*"Flattering. Meet me at the back of the Pyramid Stage in thirty minutes. Come alone, both of you."*

She found them waiting, just as promised. Jake was tall and lean, with a shock of red hair and a cheeky grin. Dave was broader, darker, with a quiet intensity that made her stomach flip.

"Two at once," she said, appraising them. "You boys think you can handle me?"

"We'll do our best," Jake said.

She led them deeper into the shadows, behind a stack of empty equipment cases. She dropped to her knees, pulling out both their cocks. Jake's was long and thin, with a prominent vein running along the underside. Dave's was thicker, curved slightly upward, the head a deep, angry purple. She took Jake in her mouth first, wrapping her lips around the head and sliding down, taking him deep. She heard him groan above her, his hands finding her hair. She worked him for a minute, her tongue swirling around his shaft, before pulling off and turning to Dave. His cock was a different challenge. She had to open her jaw wider, relax her throat, and take him inch by inch. He was salty on her tongue, pre-cum beading at the tip. She swallowed him down, her nose brushing his pubic bone, and held there for a moment, feeling him twitch against her throat.

"Fucking hell," Dave muttered.

She alternated between them, her mouth moving from one cock to the other, her hands stroking whichever one wasn't in her mouth. She sucked Jake's balls into her mouth, laving them with her tongue, then took Dave deep again, her throat convulsing around him. When she'd had enough, she stood, turned, and bent over the nearest equipment case. It was cold against her palms, the metal biting into her skin. Pulled up her skirt and pushed her arse out, spreading her legs wide.

"Take turns," she said. "Or don't. I don't care."

Jake stepped up first. He lined himself up with her pussy, and she felt the head of his cock pressing against her, slick with her own wetness. He pushed in, and she gasped. He was long, reaching places inside her that made her toes curl. He fucked her hard, his hips slapping against her arse, his balls swinging against her clit with every thrust. Dave moved in front of her, his cock bobbing before her face. She opened her mouth, and he fed it to her, his thick shaft filling her mouth, stretching her lips. She was completely filled—pussy and mouth, used from both ends. Jake fucked her with increasing urgency, his hands gripping her hips, his breath ragged. She could feel herself getting close, the pressure building in her core. She moaned around Dave's cock, her body trembling.

"yyeeaaa..nnnngghh" Jake grunted.

He drove into her one last time, burying himself deep, and she felt his cum flooding her pussy, hot and thick. It was a lot—more than she'd expected, and she felt it leaking out around his cock as he pulled out. But Dave wasn't done. He spun her around, bending her back over the case, and positioned himself behind her. She felt the head of his thick cock pressing against her arsehole, and she tensed, waiting. He pushed in, e went slow, inch by inch, until he was fully seated inside her.

"mmmm..nice" she breathed.

He started fucking her, slow at first, then harder. Each thrust sent shockwaves through her body, his cock stretching her arse .She reached between her legs, fingering her clit, and came almost immediately, her body convulsing around him. He kept going, pounding into her arse, his balls slapping against her. Finally, he groaned, buried himself deep, and came. She felt his cum filling her arse, hot and thick, Jake's cum was still leaking from her pussy. He stayed inside her, his cock twitching, as he emptied every last drop.

When he pulled out, she felt the rush of his cum spilling out of her ass and onto the ground beneath. .She stayed bent over, catching her breath, a satisfied smile on her face.

"Fucking hell," Jake said, his voice awed.

"Same time tomorrow?" Dave asked.

"We'll see." She stood, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "You boys have got my number". Taking another wet wipe from her bag and wiping her ass and pussy, pulled her skirt down and again tossed the wipe into the nearest bin.

The third text came at 10:20pm.

Sarah was back at the campsite, cleaning up with a wet wipe, when her phone buzzed again. The message was short: *"Got your card. You available?"*

She checked the photo. He was older, maybe forty, with grey at his temples and a weathered face. He looked like he'd been working festivals his whole life.

*"Name?"*

*"Mick. Head of security for the backstage area."*

*"Interesting. Meet me at the VIP entrance in fifteen minutes."*

He was there when she arrived, leaning against the gate. He was taller than she'd expected, with broad shoulders and a no-nonsense demeanor. His hands were massive, calloused, the kind of hands that had thrown people out of venues and broken up fights.

"You're the one with the cards," he said, his voice gravelly.

"I am."

"I like a woman who knows what she wants."

"And I like a man who doesn't waste time."

He led her to a small office near the backstage entrance, locking the door behind them. The room was cluttered, papers, monitors, a half-empty coffee cup. A single desk lamp cast a dim glow over the chaos. He cleared the desk with one sweep of his arm, papers and pens scattering across the floor.

"Bend over," he said.

She obeyed, her palms flat on the cold surface. The wood was cool against her skin, a sharp contrast to the heat radiating from her body. He didn't bother with foreplay. He pulled her skirt up, exposing her, and she heard the clink of his belt, the rustle of his jeans. Then his cock was against her arsehole, and he was pushing in without warning. Her fingers scrabbling against the desk. He was thick. He pushed in slowly until his cock was balls deep up her ass.

"Christ, that's tight" he growled. "you feel really good"

He fucked her hard, his hips slamming into her arse, the desk creaking beneath them. His hands gripped her hips, s he could feel every inch of him, the way his cock stretched her, the way he filled her completely.

"Fuck," she gasped. "Fuck, yes."

He reached around, his thick fingers finding her clit, and started rubbing her in rough circles. The combination was too much. She came almost immediately, her body convulsing, her arse clenching around his cock. He didn't stop. He kept fucking her through her orgasm, driving into her, his breath ragged. She came again, a second orgasm ripping through her, and then a third, her body limp and trembling on the desk.

"Christ, I could stay in here all night" he grunted.

He buried himself deep, and she felt his cock twitching inside her, felt the hot rush of his cum filling her arse. It was a lot—more than she'd expected, and she felt it leaking out around his cock, dripping down her thighs. Both of them breathing hard. He didn't pull out immediately, but began to fuck her ass a bit more, reaching round and feeling her tits through her top. Then he pulled out, and she felt the rush of his cum spilling out of her, pooling on the floor beneath her.

"mmm, good boy, that's a nice cock you have." she said, breathless.

He laughed, a low, rumbling sound. "You're something else."

"Why thank you."

She pulled her skirt down, again got a wet wipe and cleaned her well used asshole, he watched as she cleaned herself up and toss the wipe into the nearby bin.

"Thanks for the use of your desk," she said.

"Anytime."

She walked back to the campsite under the stars, a smile on her face. Her body was sore, her arse aching, her thighs sticky with cum from four different men. She felt utterly, completely used.

And she loved it. She headed back to her tent, ready for a rest and the next day, wondering what will happen, she didn't care as long as it involved lots of cock and spunk.