Music Festival Playtime

Following Miles' 'rescue' of Rickett, most of the group woke from their naps and roused themselves from the relative coolness of the RV. Those who hadn't showered did so and everyone sought out food in one form or another. The festival had surprisingly decent food considering and everyone knew from experience to force themselves to eat. Their internal body clocks still struggled with the new schedule, but they would be as ready as they could be for the festivities that night.

A few hours of conversation and several more mostly innocent dares later, their camp sight became rather popular with the neighbors. They weren't loud or obnoxious, but the opportunity to observe someone spontaneously told to do something embarrassing was quite the draw. Spirits were high as dusk approached and everyone was in various states of getting ready.

The group had chosen this night's general theme as 'mesh' which saw quite a bit of creativity on what was under it or the absence of something under it. Skirts in various light colors adorned all the ladies but Sandra who had opted for fine mesh stockings to mid-thigh and what looked like lacy panties. Colorful mesh tops made up the other parts of their outfits with Tami in a white tube top underneath and Danni a bikini top. Lance graciously accepted the role of pastie patrol for the other ladies and took his job very seriously to make sure nothing fell out of place.

The boys showed off their chests in mesh shirts with Rickett and Matt both opted for mesh pants with a matching speedo underneath. They grinned at the whistles and teasing from the ladies and a dare from Olivia put Lance in purple boxer briefs instead of his intended shorts. Miles was distracted with his phone throughout a lot of the banter and escaped showing off more than his mid-thigh multi colored running shorts.

Everyone put makeup on to some extent with silver and colorful glitter applied the most liberally. An escalating series of dares with a glow in the dark pen saw several of the group's bodies adorned with a lewd phrase or two in good humor. Drinks were cracked and pregaming took another chunk of time before it was dark. The group set off on the rather long walk to the festival entrance.

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The festival on the second night was everything of the first night cranked up to 11. The place was packed with people in quite the range of outfits. They saw standard street clothing to full formal wear (which seemed crazy hot to dance in) to things that one had to see to really appreciate. Most of the group were in agreement that the bubblegum bondage pixie flitting around giving packs of gum to people would be the best of the night.

It was the music and the dancing that they had mostly come for and the group split to hit some of the different stages. Sandra's rave fam got to meet Lance, Rickett, and Olivia as they set up mid field of one of the harder stages. They danced, bonded, and Sandra even graciously provided drinks using her VIP badge at the restricted bar. They were all riding the energy of the night before they returned to the crew's meeting place for their first anticipated show of the night.

Everyone arrived roughly on time except for Miles and Danni. Tami took advantage of the lull in the action to complete the rest of her pending dare. She hit Rickett with a toe-curling kiss in the middle of the group's circle. She bowed, blushing, to the round of applause that followed. After that and the group was all together, they pushed into the crowd and danced their hearts out.

It was easy to get lost in the energy of the crowd and music pounding into their very souls. The dare concept melted from the groups minds as they simply were content to be. They danced with each other, by themselves, and even with several randoms that had the right vibe. The group broke to see other sets and flowed back together as time compressed into a euphoric rush. It wasn't until dawn broke that they stood blinking at the new light and the realization they had partied the night away.

Sluggishly, the group made their way back to camp with the rest of the crowd. Excitement still buzzed inside, but it was muted with fatigue. Matt and Olivia seemed to have the most energy left, but they all needed a good rest after today. Most of them opted for a shower to help shake off the sweat from dancing for hours, but a few fell asleep as soon as they made it to their beds. They did manage a bit of teasing as they slipped into respective stalls, but even that was muted. Soon, everyone passed out as the sun steadily rose higher.

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Olivia stirred as her phone buzzed next to her side. Her head spun, but she managed to check who messaging her. It was Rachael and she had sent several messages from about an hour ago. Curious enough to not just go back to sleep, she popped open the app and suddenly found herself much more awake.

Olivia reached out and shook Matt's shoulder. When he didn't respond she shook it again and earned an annoyed glare from her husband. Not bothering to explain, she held her phone in front of his face and let him see the picture of Rachael. It took a moment for Matt's eyes to adjust, but he took in the selfie of Rachael standing in the airport. A quick scroll showed her in a rideshare and then...

"Fuck... she is here at the camp entrance?" he whispered to Olivia. She nodded and pointed at the question at the bottom.

"Don't wake Rickett, I want to do that. Do you have that extra camp pass still?"

Matt felt excitement burn away most of the fatigue as he grinned at a grinning Olivia. He pushed from his bed and pulled on some shorts before grabbing his phone and the extra wristband from the cabinet. He barely resisted chuckling at Rickett's sleeping face as he thought of just how surprised his friend was going to be. Quietly he exited the RV texting Rachael that he was bringing the wristband and wait for him at the gate.

Less than a half hour later the two of them stood in front of the RV door. Rachael was tired from catching a very early morning flight, but her eyes were bright with intent. He had asked her just what she intended and she had straight out told him she was going to do what she promised, sit on her husband's face till he took the edge off from all the teasing. With Rachael actually here and as charged as she was, thoughts of how crazy things could get raced through Matt's mind. They had been raunchy enough with everyone taking it easy as a key player was missing. His cock had hardened to these thoughts making the last few minutes of walking torturous.

Rachael eased open the RV door and Matt followed right on her heels. She wore a comfy set of leggings and a plain T-shirt, but even in the casual clothes she drew the eye. Soft brunette hair to her shoulders, bright blue eyes, and a smile that could melt anyone was already beautiful enough. The shapely perky ass, toned legs, and Matt's memory of how that toning ran all over Rachael's body drove him to distraction. She paused in the doorway, one hip cocked as she took in Rickett sleeping on his back. Matt slipped up just behind her and to the left.

Breath held, Matt waited for the show to start, but had to stifle a gasp as Rachael's hand found his hardness. She squeezed, softly stroking him a few times through his shorts. He could see Olivia's eyes wide and watching the exchange from her perch on the bed. Before he could ask what she was about, she whispered to him.

"Don't think I didn't notice you getting hard when I told you I was going to ride my husband... naughty... but thank you for coming to me." Her fingers dipped lower and cupped Matt's balls. "You might get lucky later after what Olivia did. For now, I guess enjoy the show." She winked and gave a soft squeeze before releasing him to a protesting moan. Rachael hooked her thumbs in her waistline and squeezed out of her leggings showing she wore nothing underneath. Matt stared at her slightly bent form and exquisite ass bared to him. He couldn't resist reaching out and resting his palm on it.

Rachael stiffened and turned to look at him. Boldly, Matt squeezed before sliding his dexterous hand to her other cheek and giving that one a squeeze too. Rachael's blue eyes grew smokey as a smile turned the corners of her lips. Slowly she nodded at him and shifted her stance so that her already glorious backside grew somehow even sexier. He squeezed harder this time, letting his fingers dig into her ass. He let out a shuddering breath as arousal stormed through him and Rachael drank it all in as she watched him. Olivia seemed spellbound as she also watched the mostly silent display as the rest of the RV slept unaware.

A few more squeezes saw Matt growing even bolder, his fingers slid inwards and lower until the fingertips slipped into the cleft of her ass. He felt her shift again, arching back making it easier to...

"Oh fuck..." he breathed as his fingertips felt a slick moisture and then her pussy. Rachael's eyes slid half closed and she sighed upon contact only encouraging Matt to explore further. His fingertips ran along swollen, smoothly shaved lips until they bumped against her pleasure nub at the top. He felt more of her arousal coat his fingers as she tensed and stifled a moan.

"You are so wet," he whispered to her and she nodded before letting out a quivering shudder. Two of his fingers had dipped into her entrance, feeling the heat radiating from her. They slid in further nearly without resistance except for her inner walls squeezing and releasing him. He started to work them in and out of her slowly causing her breathing became faster and more ragged. A little squeak from Olivia drew both of their attention and they looked up to see her on her belly with her arm under her body. Matt knew that pose... it was her favorite pose to masturbate in. Arousal now stormed inside even hotter, but Rachael put her hand on his shoulder.

"I said later naughty boy," she breathed huskily and stepped forward so his fingers slipped from her. They slid up into the cleft of her ass, still slick with her juices and over her back door. Rachael staggered and clutched the frame of the upper bunk bed. The strangled sound in the back of her throat only encouraged Matt to circle that little hole again. Another shudder ran up her body and she turned to stare over her shoulder at him.

"Down boy," she commanded with as much force as she could in a whisper. Grinning and with his mind racing, Matt withdrew his hand. He had no idea she was so sensitive... He wanted more, but she was already crawling into Rickett's bed and the sight of her bent over was mind numbing. What if he just took her right like this on top of her husband? He... he was too slow. She had already positioned herself in a straddle over Rickett's face.

Rachael's manicured nails slipped into her husband's hair and she watched him stir under her. He had to be exhausted not to wake with her weight partially on his shoulders and the scent of her arousal above him. Normally he would be... Rickett's eyes snapped open and his hands moved to her thighs. He started to push her off with a garbled 'you need fuckin permission' before he froze. His blue eyes focused on hers and realization hit him like a bolt of lightning.

"Rae Rae? The fuck? When... " he whispered before she cut him off with a soft shushing sound and a gentle tug on his hair.

"Take care of me now, talk later," she whispered and bit her lip. Even the feel of his breath on her was setting her alight. Matt had put her on a hairline trigger and she NEEDED this. They had teased her too much... they had so much fun without her when she was trying to be the good girl... she couldn't wait anymore.

Rickett didn't wait for his wife to lower herself. His hands caressed the thighs he had gripped moments earlier with the intent of tossing whoever this was off. His head lifted from the bed and he pressed his mouth to her pussy. One wet kiss (for his face at least) and then he flattened his tongue and ran it the length of her slit. He felt her body shudder as her fingers tightened in his hair. The taste and scent of her saturated his senses and he went for another long lick that dipped inside before circling her clit. Rachael's hips descended then, pressing his head to the mattress as she rocked against mouth.

"Yess..." she breathed out quietly. "Such a fucking good boy." Her hips rocked hard enough that her clit bumped his nose before sliding back down to his tongue. He could feel her lubricant coating his chin and cheeks, but he didn't care. He couldn't bring most of his skill to bear with her rocking so hard, but he didn't care. His tongue danced over or his lips closed on and sucked what was presented as she rode his face. Her breath came in ragged shallow moans as her hand gripped her breast and the other his hair to hold him in place. They were both in heaven.

Rachael didn't take long to rocket over the edge with her husband's mouth on her. She hunched down over him, grinding hard onto his mouth and probably hurting his nose or lips a bit but she couldn't help it. Her orgasm tore through her and it took everything she had not to scream in relief at the release of it. She could feel his tongue working into her sex as he shifted his head slightly side to side to stimulate her clit mashed down on his upper lip. He was prolonging it... torturing her with the intense pleasure and she loved it.

When the scream built to a fever pitch inside, she shoved down roughly on his head with her hand and picked her hips up off his mouth. Panting and shuddering, Rachael tried to regain control before she woke the whole RV. Her beautiful man's tongue continued to try and reach her and she had to hold him forcefully down even as his hands continued to caress her. Those soft touches alone sent sparks of desire arcing into her still twitching pussy.

"Fuckin wait," she whispered affectionately and almost giggled at his eyebrows wriggling at her. His tongue strained to reach her, but she had control of his hair. She felt his hands leave her legs and looked back to see him fishing out his cock. Seeing it filled her with an intense desire to take him inside her, but she would stand no chance keeping quiet if she did that. Besides, he needed a consequence for teasing her so much. Rachael batted at Rickett's hands that had started to stroke that delightful thick hardness. He looked up at her confused and then with a mounting dread as realization hit him. She smiled at that look and nodded, feeling a thrill of power as his hands moved back to her thighs.

"Nononono... please," Rickett whispered up at her and she denied him again. He blinked, taking a deep breath laced with her scent that only made his erection throb all the worse. Movement drew his and Rachael's attention as Matt stepped up to the bed. He had stripped down while they had been distracted and his lean, slender body only made his sizeable cock all the more pronounced. Rickett and Rachael stared at it with more than a bit of shock as Matt put his hand on Rachael's shoulder.

"You keep saying wait Rachael... fuck that," Matt murmured softly as his free hand slowly stroked his erection. "If you want to REALLY tease poor Rickett, you should pay me back for what Olivia did right now."

Rachael felt Matt apply pressure to her shoulder, pulling her closer and her eyes flicked up to his. She saw such desire for her and a confident smile to back it. The look as his cock drew closer to her mouth sent a taboo thrill arcing down into her still sensitive cunt again and again. She hadn't had someone else's cock in her since she got with Rickett almost a decade ago. It was fun to think about and tease her husband about the fantasy, but she had never let things get close to this far. Her lips reflexively parted as his tip drew close.

"You are gonna fucking kill me," whispered Rickett from below. "Please let me cum?" Rachael shook her head slowly and the movement made her lips brush the head of Matt's cock. Both of them moaned while Rickett started to mutter. She knew intimately that he wasn't unhappy about what was happening, more that he wasn't allowed to touch himself. Rachael extended her tongue and caressed a circle around Matt's tip. Another squeak from Olivia brought a smile to her lips. A glance showed her friend with her head hanging off the bed staring intently at the show while her fingers worked. Matt chose that moment to push his cock into Rachael's mouth.

The taste and feel of a foreign cock filling her mouth sent waves of sensations and feelings through Rachael. She could feel how desperate Matt was by his hand moving to the back of her head and pulling her deeper until his tip probed the back of her throat. He pulsed on her tongue as he pulled back and pushed in again deep enough to make her gag. She mastered it, blood rushing in her ears as the taboo of just sucking her friend pushed her near her second climax. She sucked, tightening the confines of her mouth around his shaft as he pushed in again and felt a thrill at his groan.

"Oh my god, please" begged Rickett as his fingers dug into Rachael's ass cheeks. She silenced him by dropping her cunt back onto his mouth. After a few moments of measured resistance, his tongue slid into her making her eyelashes flutter. Matt's thrusts became more assertive as he put his foot on the bed to open up his hip. She controlled each gag as he pushed into her throat. The feel of his hand slipping down the neck of her shirt and under her bra sent her to the very edge. She needed him to pinch her nipples... pinch them hard and rough... he did not disappoint her.

Rachael's cry of pleasure was muffled by Matt's cock, but louder than she wanted. Her entire body shook. Two sexy men pleasuring her... playing with her body and making her CUM SO HARD. Rachael soaked Rickett's face despite the efforts of his mouth as her hips bucked. She felt his hands move up to lock on the front of her thighs and hold her clit in range of his tongue. He attacked the sensitive nub despite her still in the middle of climax. Firm rolling lashes of his tongue turned her quivering orgasm into something that pulled every muscle in her body taunt. She needed to escape that tongue or she was going to lose it. She knew this was Rickett's revenge... if only Matt would let her get leverage.

Matt didn't let Rachael pull away. The sight of her cumming as she sucked him had sent him past the point of no return. His hand on the back of her head held her in place as Rickett attacked from below. Matt's cock thrust short and deep strokes into Rachael's heavenly mouth as his balls contracted. His fingers squeezed Rachael's breast again before moving to roll her nipple between his fingers.

"Your mouth is so fucking good," he whispered fiercely. "Gonna cum... just... fucking... take... it..." With the last word he pushed his cock to the hilt and held her head to his crotch. She reflexively swallowed to avoid the choking feeling that surged up. He was so deep! The swallow probably saved her as that first jet of cum hit so hard she could feel it filling her throat. Another man was cumming in her mouth! The thought forced out her third orgasm onto Rickett's thrashing tongue. Everything went hazy as suddenly her mouth was filling with spunk and she had to gulp down a mouthful before it overflowed. Rickett was easing up on her spasming cunt, but it was probably more from lack of oxygen than intent. She swam in the sea of bliss and pleasure, swallowing another mouthful of cum before Matt's cock pulled free.

"So much cum..." she murmured in awe as her head still reeled and aftershocks spiked through her. She pulled off her husband's face and looked down to see him drowsily looking up at her. She smiled at him before mouthing the word 'sorry' and checking on his cock. He was still hard, but not quite the throbbing mess she expected. That was when she noticed the blossoming dampness on his shirt, but she was confident his hands hadn't left her body.