Camping with Bailey, part 5 [m21/f21] | 2016

Without going into horrible detail, suffice it to say that I spent a good portion of the day learning archery and talking about the festival, mostly about all of the sex that we'd each gotten during the festival so far, with the guy who probably witnessed me driving Bailey to an anal orgasm in the public showers. I was later told that the girls went off with the wiccan leader and did almost the exact same thing, which led to some interesting looks from the other girls for the rest of the weekend.

I may have mentioned at some point that I'm a pretty good cook. I've worked with food all of my life and cooked for myself from scratch since I moved out, so when there came a call for volunteers in the kitchen for the feast that night, I quickly sprang into action.

Turns out not a lot of guys help in the kitchen, so it was me making bread with a group of about a dozen women, college age to middle age, in a full restaurant kitchen with about another thirty women of the same age range running around. In the baker's corner, our jobs were pretty straight forward so we could gossip easily, and one of the college age girls had also been in the wiccan circle with Bailey and heard about what happened, which led to an interesting couple of hours.

Everything finally fell into place when dinner was served. The feast took place in the field in front of the Noble's House, at what must have been every single picnic table the entire campground owned, all lined up into long tables. Thousands of people gathered to eat, drink, and regale each other with tales of the battles of the day, but kitchen staff got choice seats near the roaring bonfire for all of their effort.

This matters, because after dinner was over and once the drinks were flowing, the music that had been playing turned decidedly arabic, and the jingle of bells started to drift through the tables. Dancing between our seats came two dozen beautiful women, all belly dancing. A roar of applause went up to greet them. They slowly, sensually made their way to the bonfire, circling it and dancing in time with each other.

I found out later that this is what the wiccan circle had done all day.

Having first row seats, I turned around on my bench and sat back, watching all of these gorgeous women writhe while I sipped on my drink. I spotted Bailey pretty quickly while she was dancing with another girl and smiled as I watched her amazing body move, thinking of all of the times it had moved in such a similar, erotic way on top of me.

After a few songs, the ladies finished up their group performance, but the music kept going, and soon they had all broken apart to dance throughout the tables. I was surprised to see the baker girl come straight for me, twisting and moving a few feet in front of me. She smiled mischievously to me and I couldn't help but smile back. I sat back and enjoyed the dance and the mead, riding the buzz.

After a minute or two, she finished up her dance and, biting her lip, waved goodbye to me as she went to dance somewhere else. I looked around for Bailey who I couldn't see in my immediate area, but spotted Renee dancing for Jake a few tables over, which made me actually smile with happiness for him. He looked terribly uncomfortable, but Renee clearly didn't care.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to see Bailey. With no need for boundaries, she began to dance for me, and more accurately on me, undulating in time with the music.

“Enjoying yourself?” She asked. She took it further by actually straddled me, still rippling.

“More than you know.” I said, surely grinning like an idiot while holding her hips to me. She looked so amazing in her outfit: a sky blue top that played so well with her plum hair and gave me an amazing view of her breasts as she danced, and a patchwork brown and red skirt that ended at her knees, complete with a belt of bells, some gypsy bracelets, and bare feet. I had such a hard time not just throwing her on the table right then and there, and I'm positive she could feel my increasingly painful erection pressing into her as she continued to give me what boiled down to a really, really well done lap dance.

“Half of the girls who are dancing right now want you,” She whispered in my ear. I felt her trail a finger nail from the base of my skull, along my spine down my neck and into my shirt.

“That's nothing,” I replied, shivering at the sensation, “Every man here wants you.”

She smiled. “That's too bad. The only man who's going to fuck me tonight is you.” With that, she undulated with purpose, grinding herself down on my cock and making me lose my breath.

By this point I'd had more than enough of watching her dance eroticly and needed to do something about it. Moving my hands up her back, I pinned her to me and crushed my lips against hers. I heard someone cheer near me, but all I could think about was the taste of pomegranates on her lips mixing with the honey of the mead on mine, her incredible breasts pressed tight against my chest, her nails digging into my shoulders, and the warmth that was spreading from between her legs onto my painfully hard cock.

She gasped into my mouth and gave up all pretense of dancing, now simply grinding on top of me. She let out a muffled gasp as I took her by the waist and forced her to grind harder and harder on me. I could feel how wet she was through my pants, sure that I'd have a spot there when I stood up.

Finally, she broke the kiss, wrestling herself away from me long enough to say, “Tent. Now!” as I attacked her neck.

She got off of me and grabbed the bottle of mead that I'd been attacking, then ran off into the night. I ran, and wearing boots to her bare feet, caught up with her quickly. She laughed as I caught her, wrapping my arms around her and wrestling her into submission while she tried to run away. I attacked her neck and shoulders again, causing her to moan, then laugh, then moan, biting her lip. She ground her ass back against me before breaking free and running once more.

The next time I caught up with her, I snatched the bottle out of her hand.

“Hey!” she shouted, truly outraged. I just took a large swig, fighting to keep it out of her reach. When she finally wrestled it from me, she took a large swig herself, then another, seemingly trying to drink it all before I could. We wrestled over it for a bit, stumbling our way towards our tent while our bodies struggled against each other, wrapped around each other, and fought to control one another.

We heard the screaming coming from Renee and Jake's tent well before we were to our own, causing us to burst out laughing and chuckle the rest of the way. By the time we got back, we were both significantly drunk. I still had only one thing on my mind though.

As we entered our tent to the litany of swearing coming from across the fire pit, I pushed Bailey back onto the bed with purpose. I followed her down as she fell, and grabbed her by the back of her hair, kissing her hard and massaging her breast with the other hand. She moaned out as I backed away. She had a wild grin, knowing that this was all her doing, that she'd turned me on so much that I needed to ravage her here and now.

I shoved her to lay back and got between her legs, smiling to myself as she upended the bottle and tossed it into the corner. I threw her skirt up over her waist and yanked her panties down to her knees before driving my tongue into her.

She cried out, loudly. The alcohol was causing me head to swim and my body to tingle, and clearly lowering her inhibitions. I didn't have the patience to tease her. I shoved two fingers into her dripping hole, driving them in and out against her pelvic bone while attacking her clit with my tongue.

Her hands grabbed fistfuls of the blankets beneath her and her cries matched Renee's. Together, they gasped, moaned, and screamed. I wish I'd had the presence of mind to build Bailey up in time with Renee so that they could cum together, but in my inebriated and insanely horny state I didn't. I did, however, make Bailey come three times in about two minutes by absolutely refusing to let up my assault.

“Gods, fuck me! Fuck me!” She screamed at the top of her lungs in the middle of her third orgasm.

In seconds, I'd sat up, undone my pants, and shoved my cock into the back of her cunt in one swift lunge. I grabbed the back of her head and used my grip as leverage to pummel her with everything that I had. Not even a minute in, she came again, swearing at the top of her lungs.

“Fuck,” She gasped, still being fucked hard, “Fuck, how do you do this to meeee...?!” Her nails clawed down my chest as she seized again.

The honey wine flowed through me, numbing me to any sense of exertion. I reveled in the floating feeling, marveling at how light my body felt, and how powerful I was with any pain dulled. Waves of euphoria rushed over me, sending shivers down my neck, my shoulders, my arms. As Bailey's nails dug into my sides, pulling me into her and her into me, what should have been pain just radiated as delicious pressure points through my abdomen up to my chest, a massage-like feeling that echoed exactly what it felt like to be driving into her, feeling her all around me, tight and pulsing, gripping and massaging me.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit!” Came a frantic cry from Renee, “Shiiiit!!!” She screamed, clearly going over the edge.

I let go of Bailey's hair and grabbed on to her tits, holding them tightly and using them to leverage her onto my cock. While my thumbs pinched her nipples against my forefingers, my hands massaged and tightly bound her perky C-cups.

Bailey threw her head back, her hands covering mine on her breasts and holding on to me for dear life. Her legs had long ago wrapped around my waist like a vice, her heels driving into my thighs and pulling me into her with all of her strength.

Slowly, cautiously, one of her hands moved my hand from her breast. I actually thought she was just gripping me tighter for a couple of seconds, but steadily, she raised my hand higher and higher on her chest until it rested on her throat. Her other hand held mine fast on her breast, now holding my hand for security rather than encouragement. She bit her lip and furrowed her brow, and slowly added pressure to my wrist, increasing my grip on her throat. Her eyes locked onto mine, begging me, pleading me. Trusting me.

She began to shiver with each thrust, her body completely shocked by adrenaline. After maybe thirty seconds, I tried to lighten my grip but she wouldn't let me. Her mouth hung open as her head nodded with my movements, her eyes never breaking contact with mine. Gradually, she built into a silent scream, her hand holding my wrist so tightly that it shook, her eyes slammed shut and face red, her body convulsing under my relentless fucking. She came, and came hard. I felt a rush of heat wash over my cock as she suddenly became drenched.

Finally, she let go of my wrist and I let go of her throat. She gasped for air like she'd been drowning, sucking down oxygen and breathing out screams, curses, and moans from deep inside.

Watching her cum so hard, watching her experience this new sensation right in front of me, with me, trusting me like that, it was all too much for me. That connection and intimacy launched me over the edge, and I erupted inside of her, driving myself as deep as I could, lifting her hips off the bed to get every fraction of an inch as deep as humanly possible.

I fell beside her, and immediately began kissing her frantically, even though both of us were gasping for air. Her lips and mine danced over each other's, crushed and slipped against one another's, while our breaths were desperate and shared. I clutched her face, covering every inch that I could find with sticky honey kisses.