Music Festival Playtime

Hello all. I hope you are enjoying as much as I am writing it. I have room in my outline for a few more dares if you want to leave a suggestion/request in the comments.

Day 2 (the challenge)

Rickett woke up the next day with a bit of a hangover and was not alone in his groggy state. All of the crew was slow to rise to start rehydrating and recovering. He wasn't the first one awake, but he was the first one up. He made his way over to the camp showers and was relieved to find nearly no line. With that out of the way and feeling a bit more refreshed, he visited one of the food booths to hopefully be the hero. He knew the recovery habits of most of the people on the trip and had even learned Sandra's when she talked about her first priority for the next day.

The booth was prepared for a large order and equipped him with a few bags and trays to carry it all. They had most of what he needed and what was not available would likely brook no complaint. He arrived back and set the food out on an outside table near the main RV window. Water bottles with a liquid IV powder followed in a stack next to the table and he opened the window to let the scents drift in. Rickett sat down to enjoy his own breakfast and didn't have to wait long for the door to open.

Sandra blinked at the brightness of outside before poking her head out to inspect the table. She was dressed in the same top she wore to bed and a cute pair of dark panties. Even with her hair mussed and the look of a wild night weighing on her, she was attractive. She stepped down looking like she was following her nose to a box and flipped up the lid. The happy sound she made at the back of her throat made the whole thing worth it. She turned, clutching the box to her chest, and met Rickett's eyes. He was a bit taken back by the adoration and gratitude in those pretty green eyes, and they both found themselves grinning.

"Do I propose now or a bit later on today after showering?" She said with a light laugh. "Feeding a girl first thing when she needs it will get you EVERYTHING."

He laughed back and shrugged, "You are welcome to get on your knees and propose whatever you want..." He winked, earning a blush. "Can't say you will get it though as someone beat you to snapping me up. However, you can enjoy my exceptional services free of charge or commitment. I just like to see my friends light up. Speaking of which."

Lance stood at the top of the RV steps looking good in just his boxers and grinning. "I fucking love you Rickett," he called out loudly enough to earn a few groans from inside the RV. "Get your asses up! Rickett got us breakfast. No bitching!" He earned several more groans and crude remarks, but the crew slowly roused themselves.

Rickett found it more than a little fun to watch the mood shift from grumpy fatigue to happiness as slowly the group shifted from zombies back into people. Everyone had long since grown comfortable with each other so that they didn't care sitting and eating in their limited sleepwear. Seeing everyone in a state that few others got to see ended up being exciting as well. Danni's little white top was barely up for the task of holding in her chest and there was definitely some spillage when she leaned down to give Rickett a kiss in thanks for breakfast. Olivia's loose top hanging to mid-thigh left everything visible from the sides and Lance embarrassed himself noticing. It is very hard to hide even a partial erection when clad in only one's boxers.

Teasing Lance about it triggered a round of deflections and suggestions that everyone was showing off on purpose. After all, there was no way that Sandra's panties had snugged up so far on accident when she sat down... or that his wife "forgot she had nothing on" under her robe that needed adjustments on the regular... or that Miles wore the tightest possible underwear just so it would outline things. As things were pointed out, giggles and claims of innocence were met with scoffs and 'I knew it' s and everyone found themselves in a playful mood.

As Matt tugged his tank top down over his stirring crotch, he met Sandra's appreciative glance and blushed. She couldn't believe the vibe of sexual tension and how it seemed to just be the norm with her new group of friends. Before going on the trip, she had asked Danni (who she knew was a swinger) if anyone else was as well. Danni had given her a rueful laugh and lamented on how they were all wicked teases. However, despite appearing like some swinging orgy would break out any moment, it never had. Things had happened, but it was all just surface level and it drove Danni and Miles crazy.

Last night, Sandra had chatted with Tami on the dynamic and her embarrassed friend, too drunk to resist talking, had confirmed what Danni had said. Sitting there, eating and watching that sexual tension mount like dried tinder piled higher and higher, Sandra realized she could be the match. A little push and the inferno that would result would be probably leave them all unable to move the next day. But should she light it? If they kept revving her engines like this, she wouldn't have much choice on that front. She had never been good at resisting her cravings and felt proud of herself for not breaking Rickett's will last night.

Her eyes tracked to him and she felt heat build inside her. All this eye candy for a bi-sexual woman had already flipped her switch on, but memories of that cock last night and her toes in his mouth dampened her panties. She was going to run out of clothes at this rate... She pulled her eyes away and caught Miles looking at the new damp patch forming around her camel toe. Despite Danni and Miles' offer, Sandra hadn't had a chance to try out that inhuman beast that had only gotten bigger in those tight underwear. Thoughts of being spitted between Rickett and Miles made her bite her lip and press her legs together lest she REALLY make a mess.

In a huff, she cut through the chatting. "Yall horny fucks are too much for the lone single girl here. I propose a game to be played over the next 24 hours." She paused and watched the light of interest snap on for them all. Danni was right about this one as well... competitive with an undying love of games indeed... "Since you all act like horny teenagers with all the flirting and teasing, we should play a teenager game." Chagrined, but unashamed looks followed on more than a few faces at this one, but the interest only intensified.

"We are going to play dare or dare over the next 24 hours. Keep it reasonable, but feel free to push some boundaries. We will evaluate the refused dares together tomorrow and decide on a humiliating punishment together if it is necessary. Be creative like I know you all can. We don't all have to be together either. Carry out your dares as you see fit, but try not to be the person issuing the dare for more than an hour. No hiding to avoid being picked either!"

Sandra looked around to see thoughtful glances and more than a few smirks. Some questions on details were ironed out as the group warmed to the idea. The few uncertain looks firmed as challenging jibes were leveled and everyone agreed to play. Excitement burned hot as they looked to her for kicking it off. Sandra turned to Rickett.

"For getting breakfast for us all, this sexy man here will get to issue the first dare." A chorus of agreement followed the announcement and everyone turned to him.

Rickett shook his head, trying to think quickly and not wanting to start off too strong. Sandra probably didn't know that they played versions of this as drinking games. He did like the idea of not having to be all together and the thought of needing to hunt for people at the music festival to issue dares. He could feel the expectation pressing on him as it was up to him to set the initial tone. With a smile, he looked at Sandra. "Okay Sandra, first dare is to you."

He watched the surprise and uncertainty melt into eager anticipation on her face before issuing his dare. "For the period of this game, you must fetch me a drink whenever I ask for it." He couldn't help but laugh at the frown of disappointment or resulting annoyance as the crew starting to chant 'drink bitch.' The chant was good natured and seemed to be a thing for the group, even if it was definitely not what Sandra wanted. With a sigh, she shook off the annoyance and only flipped Rickett off once before making a snap decision.

"Fine, I can be your serving wench but I better get more than just the tip," she quipped back and was rewarded with Rickett choking on whatever he was going to say. "My turn and I pick Miles." Miles perked up at her tone and nodded his acceptance of being chosen. She grinned wickedly and voiced the collective thought of every woman present. "You are over there strutting like a peacock. We know you want to so just take out your cock and show it to us already."

A moment of silence and stillness hung over the group as everyone took in the dare and looked to Miles. He seemed to swell under the attention as his smile grew wider and wider. "Dead to Rights Sandra," he murmured and hooked his thumbs in his underwear. Lance muttered a 'you can't be serious' comment before cutting off with a yelp as Tami's nails found his thigh. Then it happened... Miles pushed his underwear down and the monster everyone knew he had came into full view. He was cut and looked to be as thick as some of the women's forearms. Veins ran up his length adding texture to the pleasant reddish pink coloring. The tip flared with ridges that promised to drag and add intense friction to any orifice it pushed into. It started to grow with all the attention fixed on it. The group watched, spellbound, until it was bigger than any cock that anyone of them had had with room to go.

"Holy fuck dude!" called out a guy walking past the camp spot with his girlfriend who had clearly stopped in her tracks, her mouth agape in awe. "You all just modeling for others to look at? I wouldn't mind seeing some tits ladies. They are half out already."

Sanity seemed to return to most of the group as it became obvious that they had drawn some attention from nearby campers. 5 or 6 nearby people who had been attempting to watch without seeming like it now glared at the man who had spoken. His girlfriend, with a look of horror, ushered him on as Olivia and Tami made a beeline for the RV. The moment broken, Miles put his cock away and shrugged again as he moved to follow. "We should probably actually get dressed now," he noted. "I will give out my dare in a little bit." Thoughts buzzing, everyone started to shuffle around and clean up after breakfast.

As the door clicked closed behind Miles, Lance muttered loud enough for everyone to hear, "There is no way that fits inside someone. Danni... there is no way you can take that... right?" His voice had a pleading disbelief to it that brought a wide smile to Danni's lips. With all attention now on her she seemed to glow just like her husband.

Danni responded in a silky-smooth voice, "Oh honey... You might be surprised how stretchy the female body can be with a lot of patience, lube, and determination." Her smile became a cute giggle at the mix of expressions. "If you are that curious, maybe you could dare me to let you watch?" Watching and being watched was a huge kink for her and she had been disappointed that only Sandra had watched her show last night even after she had been extra noisy. She was determined to break down this wall that caused the others to balk.

Lance blew out a long breath before continuing his muttering, "fuck meee... you are going to kill me with all this teasing. I still don't believe you."

Danni's honey brown eyes took on a mischievous light as she purred back at Lance, "I mean... Miles is happy to show you how well the male body can stretch too if you want..." The group laughed at Lance's blush this time as he tried to back pedal. She continued, "Both offers stand sexy, use your future dares wisely. Assuming you are all brave enough to ask really naughty ones, I have very... few... limits..." With that statement hitting the boys and Sandra like a slap, she stepped into the RV and her giggle echoed outside. "MY MY, someone is collecting his dare while we were all distracted." Lance and Matt shared a look of mild alarm before they piled into the RV after Danni.

(A few minutes earlier)

Stepping into the RV, Miles took note of Olivia and Tami whispering to each other and looking rather flushed. Both had been flaunting a bit and it was pretty clear they were embarrassed. The way their eyes immediately sunk to his crotch and stayed there filled him with a sense of satisfaction. Lance and Matt were average in size, but even Rickett's cock couldn't match what he had and it was likely that the two were in a state of disbelief. They all wondered the same thing when seeing it for the first time.

Miles stepped toward the two and he watched them tense and finally look up to meet his eyes. He didn't stop until he was uncomfortably in their bubble and the two collectively edged back until their legs bumped Rickett's bed. He drank in that mild fear and wonder and felt himself reach nearly full hardness. It was most intense in Tami who seemed to squirm being so close to him. In an even low voice he commanded, "Tami, I dare you to touch my cock." Her eyes dilated as her hands clenched into fists and unclenched. Her lips worked soundlessly as he watched her try and articulate an excuse. "Do it," he said firmly and reached down to pull his waistband forward.

The movement let part of his length escape and left a pocket for her hands to slip inside. The scent of his musky cock wafted up between them and he saw Olivia tremble as it caught in her nose. Tami seemed too frozen to tremble as she stared down at his member. Slowly Olivia sank down to sit on the bed as her eyes slid half-closed. Filing that sexy bit of kink knowledge away he reached out to grip Tami's hand and brought it to his shaft.

Tami let out a moan as her hand reflexively closed on Miles' cock. Her fingertips barely touched when she squeezed and she was shocked at how hot it was in her cold hands. Miles grunted in satisfaction as her other hand came up to grip along the first showing how he still had cock to spare. Breathing hard, Tami didn't stroke but she did squeeze rhythmically as she felt his heartbeat pulse in her hands. Miles grinned at the mesmerized women and let them have their moment with no further prodding. With how close Olivia was leaning to his tip, he was curious if he was about to get a little extra. She only took in a deep breath before letting out a moan.

Miles frowned at the door opening, but he couldn't keep it at the sudden shock of lust flashing over his wife. Her comment made Tami squeeze his cock in a death grip as if unable to let go and he stepped sideways to show off just what was happening. Lance and Matt got an eyeful of their wives up close and personal with his erection and he was pleased with the lust hitting them as well even with the concern and annoyance.

Tami let go as if burned and clutched her hands to her chest as Olivia just shot her husband a smoky look over the now bobbing shaft in front of her face. "He... he dared me to touch it! I just g... gr... gripped it!" Tami stammered to Lance as she clutched at her robe. She was out of sorts enough that her grip exposed more than a little cleavage which Miles was happy to stare at. Tami's embarrassment and defensiveness grew at Lance's rueful shake of his head. He wasn't exactly upset, more surprised and wrestling with a wild mix of emotions. It had been hot to see his wife holding a top tier pornstar cock, but it had also been galling at how rapt it had made her. He needed to figure this out. He...

"I dare you to touch Miles' cock Lance," blurted out Tami which made everyone freeze again. "Do it so you understand." All eyes turned to Lance who was growing whiter by the moment as he stared at his wife then Miles.

Miles happily presented himself with his hands on his hips. "Today is a great day," he said cheerily as he flexed to make it bob. Lance was perhaps the most competitive of all of the crew, but he was also probably the straightest. The indecision inside left him unable to move despite the pushing on his back in an effort to move into the room.

Sandra called out loudly in a growling tone, "If Lance is going to give Miles a hand job, you all better fucking move as I want to watch." She shoved at Lance blocking the doorway again and he stumbled forward into Danni. Danni felt Lance's full hardness dig into her bottom from behind and she wriggled back against him.

He grunted and steadied himself against her before she whispered up to him, "Looks like you get your dare for doing this." Danni felt Lance's cock twitch in response and she had to resist taking hold of it. This game had put them all in a mood... she would have to show Sandra her appreciation later.

Lance stepped forward and Tami took note of Lance's own cock straining at his boxers. Defensiveness deflated as she suddenly felt on full alert towards Danni. She wondered what was whispered and if Lance was hard from that or from seeing her or something else entirely! Miles noted as well, but bit back a teasing comment. He wouldn't jeopardize the chance of another set of hands on him.

Looking away, Lance reached out and closed his hand around Mile's shaft. His grip was strong and his hand calloused from his job in high end remodeling. Miles suppressed a moan as Lance stroked him while blushing. Sandra elbowed her way to the front of the small crowd. Rickett had brought up the rear, but being the tallest, had an easy view of Miles' cock dripping a fat drop of pre onto the ground. The audible splat made Lance turn and then release Miles with a curse. "Fuck man... you were not supposed to like it so much!" Miles just shrugged and stated that lance had nice hands as laughter broke some of the sexual tension.

Tami moved around Miles and her hand snaked into Lance's hair before tugging him toward their room. "We gotta get changed," she said huskily and pushed him inside. Before the door closed, Lance met Danni's look and mouthed "I dare you." Danni felt an incredible rush of victory. That she would have to wait to mount Miles' throbbing pillar, was such a minor inconvenience compared to the joy of having Lance present. The crew made several cat calls at the closed door before taking turns in the bathroom at changing/getting dressed. Danni rebuffed Miles' gropes and let him know what her dare was from Lance. She giggled at Miles needing to sit down as his heart pounded just as hard as hers did.