Gaze out upon your perverted handiwork.

You awaken, bundled up with a pile of girls as your blanket. Behind the booth counter, under the bench, you settle in and get a bit cozier with your summer fun harem, who are all still blissfully snoozing in the shade. There isn't a blanket, pillow, or comforter that matches the feeling of dog-piling with a few naked ladies, rubbing bare skin, arms and legs perfectly contouring one another's body. Its a perfect way to start the day. Emma and Sophia are still holding hands and lying face to face, while Isabella and Sarah close you in on either side, filling your nostrils with the smell of their tousled hair.

It all started with some Slave4U and a girlfriend that needed a chance to cut loose and let her freak flag fly. Now, it's all come to a lovely pile of affection with her and her best friends, and you along for the ride. If you play it right, it could always be like this, past this weekend vacation and into your life at home. It's what you always wanted, deep down.

After a while, the other beautiful creatures start to stir from slumber. Emma gives you a lovesick smile and nuzzles her head up against your chin as she rubs your chest. Sophia stretches her arms and untangles herself from the girl pile, catching the sunshine in her eyes as she does. Isabella and Sarah similarly start to rouse. The girls had spare clothes stashed here from the day before, but you've lost everything except your backpack. The first thing on your mind is where to find some clothes. A look over the counter at the festival grounds reveals good news and bad news. The bad news is that all the discarded clothes from yesterday seem to be gone. The good news is that almost everyone else you can see is naked, too.

The thudding bass of the performance stages is still audible, even from a distance, but it can't quite drown out the faint moans and purrs of women and men in heat. You see minimally-clad or nude figures lounging about, wandering the grounds to look at art exhibits, rubbing on sunscreen, sipping drinks, laughing, joking, and quite often, fucking. You see girls getting eaten out while they chat with friends and text with others, men walking to women and starting a brief chat before moving in close and getting handfuls of sun-tanned booty, not to mention the same-sex pairings here and there. It's like something from an ancient Roman festival of fertility. It looks like Coachella has become a pure bacchanalia, taken over by the (extremely horny) populace. A quick glance at Twitter, overflowing with naked selfies and explicit invitations to places to hook up at the festival, confirms your suspicions.

You get the sad feeling that this is temporary, that sooner or later the festival organizers will call in a lot of police to get things under control before putting out a damage control statement. But the moment, the sublime sight of so many people having a good time, taking it easy someplace where they don't seem to care anymore, is overpowering and rejuvenating. If it can't last, then you need to carpe the diem. The last day of your vacation is sure to be the biggest, you're sure of it. You step out into the sunshine and direct Emma to come out and give you a BJ. No need to hide anything anymore, you're going to show off your beautiful slut and yourself without a care in the world.

As Emma contentedly suckles your thick cock, you scan around for the day's first attraction.