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Candace

This would be the 12th year of the Bluegrass festival, Hank and I had attended them all.  We were just out of high school when we spent a weekend here that October,  it was only a few weeks into our relationship, and our first time we slept together.  It would be a romantic retreat each autumn during our 10 year marriage.  This would be my first festival without him, and I would be damned to miss one of my favorite vacations just because of Hank.  He had already taken so much from me, I would avenge the injustice of his affair by enjoying these things without him.

  I phoned my best friend, Clair, bluegrass music wasn't her thing, but cheap booze and the sights and sounds of autumn would convince her to share a tent with me.  She had been my friend since we were school children, we shared our lives.  She had been in a pair of her own marriages and divorces, she was more than just a best friend to me, from my support group to my road trip partner.  We had been on many, many adventures together.  It was little surprise that she agreed to share the price of gas, and give up a weekend to hang out.  I tell myself that I am a strong and independent woman without Hank, I can do anything on my own, but the thought of being alone in a nylon tent wasn't kosher from a safety standpoint. 

  We joined the festival early on Saturday.  The usual sights and sounds. Craft booths, the food, and of course the canteen cocktails.  The cider and pumpkin spice coffee from the vendors mixed well with the rum smuggled in my bag.   The raspy folk music seemed more whimsical after a few drinks that morning.   It was a beautiful day, perfect weather, polite and familiar faces greeted us from one corner to the next.  The same explanation, over and over, of how Hank and I weren't together any more.  The story began as "Well, we had grown apart, so we went through an divorce last spring".  The erosion of alcohol during the day changed the story to a bitter "He's a cheating asshole, we split in June."   There was no guarantee that Hank, himself, wouldn't be at the festival with his trophy cunt home wrecker slut of a girlfriend, so I had prepared a friendly response should we meet up with them, explaining that my boyfriend couldn't make it for this year's festival because he was in navy seal or astronaut training, and how his dick was bigger than Hank's.   I wasn't bitter, I was just prepared.  It wouldn't be proper to let Hank think he was the only one having a good time after ten years of marriage were devastated by his lust for other women.   I needed a boyfriend, a real one, not just a story, someone to make Hank jealous. 

  We met a few men, from the tattooed and pierced bad boy to the mild mannered banjo player, I was giving out my phone number like an ad for a used car on a workplace bulletin board.  I felt somewhat desperate, but maybe the next Mr. Right could be here.  The rum gave me courage.  My loneliness overruled my logic, the thought of being alone forever constantly in my head.  Clair and I shared a picnic table with Sean and Will, they were old friends.   Sean was tall, he wore tattoo sleeves and blue eyes behind 50's style glasses.  His hair was dark as night, and slicked back. He was smart, really smart, he spoke fluent Italian and worked in an art studio as a glass blower.   Will was of average height, he also wore the 50's style glasses, a flannel shirt and skinny jeans, he seemed younger than Sean.  Will was the story teller, Sean was the joker, they were amusing individually,  as a pair they were outstanding.  Sean's smile was friendly, his tattooed neck accented his lips.  He was just right. 

  Clair and I left the table to go to the bathrooms together, laughing uncontrollably.  Sean had the cutest smile, he was just enough tough, and just enough sweet.   The trick now was to split the group up so I could get some alone time with Sean.

"I haven't laughed this hard in a long time." Clair said.  "I see how Will looks at you, would you like me to hang out with Sean so you two can have some time together?"

Really, Will is giving me 'the look' ?   I hadn't noticed, either I was staring so deeply at Sean or the rum-cocktail bender that started this morning was taking it's toll.  "I like Will, a lot, if it weren't for Sean, I'd totally be into him, but I think Sean is just perfect."

"Well, I like chatting with Will, so I'll do that, he can be my type for tonight."

 I've known Clair my whole life, she wasn't at all into Will, he wasn't really her type at all.  She liked tall, foreign men, who didn't talk much.  She liked to be the center of attention, Will just wasn't the kind of guy I'd ever seen her with before, but I wanted a first kiss with Sean tonight, I was ready to move on from the divorce. 

  We split just before sunset, Sean and I walked along the river.  We chatted like old friends, I told him my story, he teased me with his jokes.  We laughed together.  Hours would pass into the darkness, he explained that he and Will shared the blue tent second from the end of the third row with the cooler in front.  I gave him my telephone number, and half a bottle of smuggled tequila before a kiss on a park bench at the water's edge.  Our lips met, his tongue mimicked the motions of mine, we were neither one too sure of how far we wanted to go, or how committed we could be.  It was playful and seductive, he left me wanting more.    We parted ways at the campground, and I found my way to Clair and our tent.  "You still awake?"  No response.  The booze and the long day of driving and festival activity was taking it's toll, I should get some sleep anyway.  I curled up in my sleeping bag, thinking how great Sean will be to make Hank jealous with his tattoos, jokes and good looks.  He was a nice guy, so much fun to joke with.  I lay half asleep for some time, the thought of Sean and the kiss in my mind.  I questioned everything I said to him, had I made him doubt me?  Did I say anything to turn him off?  Did I mention my crazy family?  He's probably not going to call me, it's an hours drive up here from home, and I told him that, I imagined that he would find someone closer to home that he liked better. 

  I couldn't sleep, worry and doubt in my mind.  I'll sit out by the water for a bit, gather some cool autumn air and the sound of the wind in the dry leaves.  The peace will calm me, or so I thought.   Alone by the water, wrapped in a blanket, I felt more lonely than before.  I would find Sean, see if he was still awake, if he wanted to talk.  His tent wasn't far away.   Stumbling through the crowded campground in the semi-darkness, I found the blue tent with the cooler in front, just as Sean had described.  I peaked inside, two seperate sleeping bags on opposite sides, a flannel shirt and skinny jeans lay at the foot of one, that must be Will's.   I grabbed Sean's foot, "Psst, hey, you awake?"  No response.  "Hey, wake up, Sean, it's Candace.  Wake up!"  He was a heavy sleeper, must have been too much alcohol.  I couldn't get any louder without waking the whole campground.  I didn't want to go back to my tent and be lonely and alone while Clair slept.  The alcohol gave me courage.  I worked my way into Sean and Will's tent, and shook Sean.  "Hey, it's Candace, do you want to cuddle?"  His sleeping bag was more than large enough for the two of us.  He woke, "You what? Huh?"  "It's Candace, I couldn't be alone tonight, my friend, Clair, well, she's asleep and I just want to be with somebody, can we cuddle up tonight?"   "uh, ya, sure, I ... guess?"  He unzipped the sleeping bag in the darkness, and helped me find my way in.   Half the tent was lit by the moon, but where Sean was sleeping was nearly pitch black, it added a sense of romance.  We spooned, he held me, he wasn't asleep any more.  He didn't say anything, he must be waiting for me to start the conversation.  I rolled over and faced him.   "Thanks for sharing your sleeping bag with me."  "No problem, I had some extra space."  I felt him smile.  I kissed him.  Our lips met with much more direction and purpose this time, his tongue felt completely different, this time he was supple and soft, a gentle kisser.  I reach down and feel his strong abdomen.  He is much more fit than I imagined, he is firm to my touch.  Suddenly he grabs me with his strong arm, holds me close to him.  His tongue presses into mine.  With a smooth motion he angles my legs apart with his knee and plants his hand between my thighs.  His fingers explore inside me, his thumb gently circles.  He pulls my hair, lifting my face, he bites my neck gently.  His fingers follow a rhythm and he hits the note just right, I exhale loudly.  He pushes deeper inside me, he's playing me like an instrument.  I'm brought to the brink of climax, he gentles his hand and pulls it from me.  He teases me.  I need him, I must have him.  He unzips his sleeping bag and opens it, Will lay motionless next to us.  I must be quiet, or he may wake and destroy this moment.  Sean pulls my pants off in a quick and seemless motion over my shoes, I pull my sweater off over my head.  I lay there kissing him gently, wearing nothing but my black pumps.  He claims me once again with his fingers, my legs grow stiff as I pressure his hand inside me.  He presses harder, deeper.  The rhythm of his fingers, we've stopped kissing, he is focused on me.  I shutter and shake, my heartbeat races, my sweat condensates like dew upon my forehead in the cold air, he is playing me like a violin.  My body grows stiff, I try to turn away, the feeling is amazing, overwhelming, tickling.  I come.  He gentles his hand for a moment, then begins a circling again with his thumb, his fingers still inside me, motionless.   

            Sean reaches for Will's sleeping bag, his other hand still inside me, his thumb still playing my most pleasing notes.  He shakes Will.  I'm confused, at first, then I rationalize he's trying to get Will out of the tent so we can be alone.   Will wakes.   "Dude, get over here"  What?  My heart skips a beat.  "I'm....not...sure..."  Sean buries his tongue in my mouth before I can finish my sentence, he stiffens his fingers and plays a note I didn't know I had.   Sean jumps like an acrobat toward my feet, he spreads my legs with his.  I feel his soft tongue upon me, he licks and sucks me like a lollypop.  He grasps my hand and pulls it toward his mouth "Show me how you pleasure yourself."  The rhythm of his strong fingers still inside me.   We worked our fingers together in concert. 

            Will sat up on his knees near my face.  He pulled his boxers off, his erection sprung within an inch of my lips.  I pull him into my mouth.  I think of Hank, how he would beg me to gag on his dick, and I never would, it seemed too kinky.  I pulled Will to my throat, my lips touch his trimmed bush.  I gag slightly at first, but the reaction subsides and I'm left with Will at the back of my throat, he shutters, I move him to my lips, my tongue wraps around the end.  I suck harder and harder, my thrusts deeper and deeper.   Hank would be jealous, of how well I do the things tonight that I wouldn't do for him in our decade together.  The thought of him with that whore, her fingernails in Hank's back, I'm such a slut tonight, acting out Hank's fantasies.

            Will's dick is soft on my lips, it is as average a cock as I have ever been with.  He feels surprisingly manageable and familiar.   Sean and I continue our salsa dance with my hooha, me rubbing and fondling, him thrusting slowly, then fast, then slow and deep, he stretches me with more fingers from time to time.   My legs shake, I have to take Will's dick from my mouth, the feeling is intense.  "Oh yes, oh...my..." Sean and I continue our dance at a ferocious pace, the sounds of my wet vajayjay and the motion of his fingers, 'splish, splosh, splish.' My ass tightens, my muscles compress his hand which seems to make his fingers angry as they work harder, furious inside me.  "Oh...my...fucking..." I want to come so badly, but I can't, like a sneeze stuck in my nose, the feeling is incredible, this is the longest orgasm ever.  We continue, my fingers ache now, my whole body shaking, breathing hard, can't close my mouth, my neck stiffens, then my back, it works down my body to my toes which curl in pleasure.  "You're going to come for us, do it now, come now."  Will commands as he compresses his hand over my neck, the pressure of being choked, no stopping, not now.  "Touch my arm if it's too tight or you want me to stop, ok?"  Will reassures me.  I nod.   He compresses my airway, the excitement increases, Sean and I continue our merengue dance, as fast as we both can.  Pressure.  I can hardly breathe, but I don't want it to stop, my body grows limp for a second, Will releases his grasp, "No, don't stop!", he grabs my neck again, this time higher toward my jaw, he controls me, he could kill me easily if he wanted to.  The thought of being trapped by Will's strong grasp excites me more.  Stiffening again, I can hardly breathe, my body needs more, Sean adds another finger, stretching me, and leans in to whisper "You're ours for the rest of the night, you need to come now so we can get off, don't you feel me inside you?  You have a perfect body, made for us to fuck."  Slap!  "You like it a little rough, you like to be controlled.  You will do what we say, you are ours tonight." I imagine what they could do to me, there are hours of darkness left, Sean knows what he is doing, and the thought of these two filling me, giving me all of their attention, the object of their desires, I smile for a split second " Oh ... my ...fucking... oh...shit..."  Will tightens his grasp of my neck, reminding me that he owns me at this moment, Sean pushes as deep as he can, my fingers fondle furiously.   I feel warmth over my whole body, "YES!" I scream, it feels like the first hill on a roller coaster, my stomach is in knots, a warm and wet discharge from my pussy, "don't stop now, keep going, feel me inside you deeper, keep going don't stop!"  Sean cheers me on.  It's a free fall now, my back arches, only my feet and my neck touch the ground, I reach up and grab Will's hand, he immediately releases my throat, Sean gentles his hand.  "Oh shit, I'm still coming!"  the feeling is like a wave over my body, from head to toe, it comes and goes for a few seconds.   I grab Will's neck and pull him toward me and I kiss him gently.  "[exhales] that was amazing"  It was the best orgasm I have ever had.  Lucky.  My head is dizzy from the alcohol and intense pleasure that last for what seemed like hours.  I hold Sean's hand as he lay to my left, Will fondles my nipples as he lay to my right in the near perfect darkness.

            "How was that?"  Will asks, playfully.  "That was the most incredible orgasm I have ever had.  I've never come that hard."   "Did you know that you squirt?"  Sean adds.  I'm a squirter?  Wow, I had never done that before, maybe it was just so wet that he had been confused "Are you sure that I squirted?"  Will interrupted "Shhh, just be [long pause] ours, for a little longer."

            Hank would never believe this story, his little trophy bitch could never be the squirter that I have become.  These men worship me.  What would happen next?  Would we just go to sleep?  The mystery wouldn't last long, Sean leans to my ear and whispers "It's our turn" 

            In a single motion, Will spreads my thighs, and moves between them.  He leans forward and thrusts into me, deeply.  I inhale loudly, Sean notices.  He leans back to sit on his knees and pulls down his boxer briefs exposing his member.  I'm curious about his dick, he's tall, he's athletic, it'll be a surprise.  Reaching, touching his thigh, working toward his center.  Oh, shit!  There's no way I can take this whole thing, it's huge, like the guys in the porn that Hank and I watched that one time. 

            "You like it.  Touch it."  Sean tells me "Just get it hard, I can do the rest."  What the fuck?  It gets bigger? I am so.... drunk.... what the hell.          It takes two hands to work Sean's dick, I say dick, I mean cock.  That's the best way to describe it.

            Will is thrusting into me.  After the hard finger banging from Sean, Wills penis is soft and welcoming, his motion and rhythm is soothing, smooth, it feels good, like jazz music.  I'm wet from before, and warm from the orgasm, my ears burn, my mouth is dry.  Sean puts a finger in my mouth, gently, he reminds me "You are mine now, roll over."

Will hears the command and pulls from me, I'm weak and powerless on all fours now, Will on my left, Sean works his way behind me.  He builds his erection, and fills me... completely.  I'm stretched. Will watches, sitting back.  Sean thrusts slowly, it's so big that it is uncomfortable at first.  He builds his motion, in and out, a little deeper, a little faster, one step at a time, he is teaching me to handle his huge cock.  Wet, but not the waterfall it was before, he leans over my back and grabs my hair, he pulls.  "You're taking all of me now."  He thrusts deeply, I feel his thighs against mine.  Stars.  Rainbows.  Pots of gold. It was good.  Really good.  He begins his rhythm of fucking me, the best word to describe it, fucking.  He was a professional, he knew exactly where to go and what to do, he varied in his pattern, a few deep thrusts, a shallow, another two fast,  four more slower, then fast again... he is an artisan, tinkering with my intimate parts.  The pace increases, he leans forward again "Show me how you get yourself off, touch yourself for me while I fuck you, do it now!"  He pulls my hair harder now, there is a sharp sting on my scalp, I fondle myself slowly and gently, he continues his rhythm.  He releases my hair and grabs my hips with his hands now.  He pulls me into him, quickly, hard, deep, forcefully. "Yes!" I scream, no regard for the other tents nearby,  "You like that, don't you.  You're going to come for me."  He continues inside me, deeper, then slow, then fast, then slower again...then deep and quickly, and deep and quickly "Oh my!"  I'm fondling myself flat-out, I pull my finger to my mouth to wet them, my arm is growing weak, I grab a pillow and lay my chest upon it.  My fingers find their way back to my intimate area.  Focused.  Faster, more, deeper, rainbows, unicorns, "Oh, Harder!" He rails me.  Thud, thud, slap, thud, the sting of his spanking my ass, the thud of his hips against my ass cheeks.   We are tuned, together, "Oh yes, ahhh..." he calls out, a wave of weightlessness, I'm sweating, breathing hard, heart racing, every ounce of me feels numb and alive at the same time.  I'm boiling.  He thrusts deeply into me, three times, He pulls me to him as hard as he can.  "Woooah!" he exclaims, he is motionless.  I was close, but I didn't quite finish.  He pulls out of me, leaving me the horniest girl in the world.  I want more, I want to finish. 

            I roll over on my back, Will kisses my neck and runs his hand over my stomach and thighs passionately.  Sean lays quietly, his hand on my thigh.  He watches Will as he works his way between my legs again.  He kisses my mouth, he was a good kisser, not too hard, not too gentle.  He penetrates me, but I hardly notice, Sean had spoiled me with his fingers, then with his huge cock.  Will couldn't satisfy me now, and he was on top of me so I couldn't finger myself very well either.  We need a different solution.  We need to be creative.

            "I want you both... at the same time."   I work my way to all fours again, and kiss Sean as he lays on his back.  Will spits on my ass, he works in one finger, it feels odd at first, like a finger in my ass. I had been with a boyfriend before this way, before Hank.  Once or twice I used plug toys when I was felt extra horny when I played with myself.  Will works his finger, gently, it starts feeling good, then he adds another finger, as I loosen up it feels great, then he adds yet another.  This is going to take some time, but Will seems patient.  He spits again, it helps, it feels good.  He gently fingers my ass for a few minutes, then an in and out motion, it's not great, but it's not bad either.   The dream of getting two men off at the same time excites me, worshipping me, coming inside me at the same time, getting me off as their fuck toy. 

            Will climbs and mounts me, he penetrates me, slowly, shallowly.  He knows this won't be easy for me.  He spits and waits with his bulge inside me, motionless.   Sean moves under me, kisses me and pulls my hair.  He builds his erection again, he fills me once more.  Will pulls out, and pleases himself to get hard again, he spits, and works his way into me again, deeper this time.  Sean thrusts me, pulling my neck to him, we tongue kiss without lip contact, he pulls my hair, a gentle sting.   Will spits again, and again, I feel him against my ass cheeks, he is all the way inside me now.  Sean continues up and down thrusting, the rhythm is incredible.

            Will slaps my ass, the gentle sting intensifies as he hits the same place over and over, I feel Will fucking me now too.  That is the best way to describe a dick in my ass, fucking.  They are in different rhythms, adding surprise and a constant feeling of lightness, like I could come at any moment.  I'm a pot of boiling water, gently boiling, ready to explode into a steamy hot mess.  Sean is going faster now, Will reaches from behind and puts his finger in the corner of my mouth and pulls me, "You're going to make us both come tonight inside you" He commands me, Sean pinches my nipple.  Will spanks me, the bombardment of stinging sensation, the taboo of having two men at the same time inside me.  The buzz of tequila, it all hits me at once.  I'm a dirty little slut for these men, Sean's huge cock, Will's velvet dick, I want to feel them both come at once.  "Oh my, this is..." it was a different feeling, like a huge orgasm, right on the edge but not falling over.  They push harder and faster, Sean's rhythm gives way to speed and depth, "splish, splosh, splish", Will sinks into me, then out, then in, he teases me.  Seans tongue against mine, "Fuck me!  harder! Faster!"  I'm close, this may be even better than the one with Sean earlier.  Sean holds my ear close to his mouth, I feel him breathing deeply, Will holds my hips and pulls me to him, "thud, thud, thud" as our flesh meets.   "I'm coming, I'm coming!"  Sean screams, he thrusts deep into me, three times again, Will thrusts a single time, as deep as he can, he grasps my thighs tightly, pain from his fingernails.  I picture their juices flowing into my love caverns at the same time.  I'm so close, but not quite there.  Will starts thrusting again, in and out, slowly at first.  He's one of those guys, he can keep going.  He grabs my hair again and pulls it.  "You're going to come for me alone this time.  You feel me, deep inside your ass don't you, you owe me this, focus on how it feels when I thrust you."  He grasps my shoulder with his other hand, and rails me like he's angry.   Sean reaches for my throat, he compresses my neck.  "You're going to come now aren't you, like a good little fuck toy."  Sean expresses as he clinches my throat.  I can hardly breathe.  Will pulls my hair, so hard, oh it hurts, the pain excites me.  He fucks me harder as I breathe loudly "oh yes, don't stop... oh yes..." thud, thud, thud, "you're choking me, I can't breathe."  Sean maintains his grasp of my neck, he isn't as gentle as Will.  "Come, goddamnit, come." Sean insists.   He may kill me, I hardly know him, he may be a psycho, he could choke me to death, I start to panic.  Will lays into me, so fast, thud thud thud, slap.  Oh the pain, my ass is so raw from his incessant slapping.  I'm feeling lightheaded, my heart races.  Will is fucking me so hard, deep and fast now, it is amazing, but I can't focus from being choked.  My body is tingling, legs numb.  I come, so...fucking... hard...  My heart races, my legs are like noodles, biting down clinching my teeth, more unicorns, warmth, toes curl, stomach tightens, waves of tension, screaming inside, shaking, spinning.   Sean releases my neck, I breathe deeply and cough, Will pulls out of me.  We lay on our backs, Sean tells me he's sorry if he hurt me but he was sure it would make me come harder if I felt fear from the choking, he was right.  I haven't ever come that hard, it was amazing.  We slept in the cool autumn air, spooning with me in the middle, exhausted.

            The hangover would hit a few hours later when the sun rose.  I yawned and collected my clothes from the tent.  I sat at their feet as I put on my pumps and prepared to leave for the bathroom.  Sean looked different in the morning light, so did Will, and somehow Sean was missing his tattoos.  It seems this is a case of mistaken itentity.