The tightly cinched bodice of my Wench Costume had drawn lots of attention during the Pirate Faire as my triple D breasts protruded teasingly forward throughout the day. Plenty of generous pirates had shared shots of their favorite liquors from the flasks hidden in their boots. Of course, no own true love had kept my tankard filled with my favorite grog as well.

He created a wondrous concoction of Irish Cream and other liquors that sweetly freed me of my Catholic school consciousness.

My breasts were warm and red from exposure to a warm sun all day. A cute young couple that we had befriended that day followed us to our encampment at days end and we shared more alcohol and lots of friendly camaraderie. I climbed onto the mattress in the back of the van and leaned back on my favorite red and black suede cushions.

The alcohol had my head spinning a bit, and I remember well that my desires were straying to that previously fantasy zone that had never migrated to reality. Margo my sweet petite new friend hopped up through the rear door of the van and our guys popped open a couple more ales.

Their voices continued in the pirate jargon of the day as they discussed their pleasures of the day.

My fingers began circling my nipples through the maroon fabric of my peasant blouse and their reaction was to perk right up. My fingertips were playing as Margo and I talked lightly and my nipples were poking through the fabric so obviously. I reached inside the blouse and pulled them free and continued to pinch and tease them as I felt my softness pulsing with anticipation. Margo commented on how lovely she found my breasts and said how divine it would be for her to play with them too. I didnt even have to reply because she was leaning over and had placed her soft lips on the breast in my hand and my heart skipped a beat. My own hands took hold of her breasts and they fit so perfectly into the palms of my hands. Never in my life had I touched another woman, and this was happening so spontaneously that I knew I belonged here. She lifted her mouth from my breasts and planted the softest kiss on my mouth that immediately my softness began pulsing with immense desire. Her hands explored my body just as mine learned the curves and mounds of her soft skin. We were completely oblivious of our guys presence outside the van but just as Margo lifted my cotton skirts and straddled me 69, I realized that Ken and Kent had become dead silent! I felt her tiny hand spread my lips and her tiny warm tongue worked pure magic on my personal place. Her own little legs spread over my face and the hair surrounding her softness brushed over my lips as, for the first time in my life, my tongue reached out and slid along the slit of another woman. Her juices flowed over my tongue as my hands spread her soft place open. She began grinding against my face even harder and I felt her legs spread wider. I felt my own excitement grow as a whiskered face also pressed against my now soaked softness. There were two tongues working magic on me as I ached for release. My own guy, Kent slipped a finger into her softness right over my face and then fed his fingers to me. He followed with a loving kiss and a whisper theres my baby arent you glad to meet my friends? He knelt up and pulled himself free from his pirate pants and slid jack into my mouth.

Our fingers worked Margos private part together till we felt her clamp down hard and pulses shot from deep within her love, covering our fingers with her slippery tang. Kent pulled away and walked around the outside of the van as I felt Ken crawl up and kiss my mouth.

He shared the juices he had sucked from my own softness and I shuddered with delight. Margo lifted from the 69 position and planted her softness hard on my mouth as she sat up. Kent had already climbed in the side door and was stuffing jack into Margos mouth. I heard her moaning but could hardly pay attention to pleasing her any more because of the unbelievable pleasure I was feeling.

My hips were rocking and Ken was now stroking his own length into my tit.

I felt him splash and coat my breast with his load of hot cum.

The sensation of his length sliding around on my tit and the scent of Margos softness had me going till I saw Kent take hold of Margos hair and pull her head back just in time to shoot cum all over her face and tiny breasts.

That pushed me over the edge. Kent forced his fingers into me and damn near got his whole hand in there as I felt my hips buck and my body released an eruption that seemed to last for minutes. The sounds emanating from the van apparently caused quite a bit of attention from nearby campsites. We realized by the cheers we heard through the darkness, Huzzah!