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So, as it turns out, the cookout where I had met Kaede was just a small precursor to an even bigger celebration that was about to take place. With the official arrival of autumn, the small community had a festival that would span three days and was apparently a jubilant occasion for all involved. I was only made aware of it upon walking outside on the first morning and seeing a bunch of joyous people setting up tables and hauling around trays of food.“Oh, shoot!” Bridget called out as she stood to my left. “Sara and I completely forgot to tell you about the festivities!”“Yeah!” Sara agreed as her huge tits bounced from beside me to my right. “I can’t believe we didn’t prepare you for this!”I shook my head and told them there was no need to apologize since it was a small oversight. I was also quick to inform them that since no one else had told me about it, they had probably all just forgotten since I was a relative newcomer in the nudist colony.Bridget attached herself to my left arm as Sara did the same with my right. They both started to walk me along one of the trails as we watched the busy villagers begin preparing for the big event. The beautiful brunette at my left educated me, “Every year at the beginning of fall, we spend three days indulging in food, drink, and good company! There are games to play as well as competitions to take part in!”Sara nodded to confirm her friend’s words as she added, “The bathhouse usually becomes a hot spot for activity, and at night, we usually set off some fireworks!”The festival sounded like a good time. My two gracious friends continued to tell me more as we strolled along and greeted some of the village’s citizens who were readying stalls and tables for the anticipated happening. I would’ve asked if I could help in any way, but I wanted to hear more about the games and competitions. I had always enjoyed a good card or board game, but in a village like Grassridge Hideaway, I couldn’t see the other menfolk being very competitive. I recalled seeing a couple of men playing cards when I had first arrived, but apart from that one occurrence, I had never witnessed a second game. I saw a few puzzles being put together at one point, but that was about the extent of it. I was about to pester the beautiful women with a few questions, but Bridget beat me to it by asking, “I suppose since you didn’t know about the festival, you probably don’t know about ‘the Covering,’ do you?”I glanced at the strikingly gorgeous brunette and answered by simply shaking my head. The very name alone sounded like something that wouldn’t be allowed in a place like Grassridge Hideaway due to its strict rules about no one being able to cover up. I certainly wanted to know more.“I wasn’t chosen for it,” Sara said as she gained the attention of both Bridget and myself. She then grinned in a devious manner and gave my arm a squeeze as she told me, “I don’t mind, though, because I have something better under the roof of my very house each and every night!”I was smart enough to realize that the big-bosomed beauty was referring to me, but I still needed a better explanation in order to understand what the women were talking about. I decided to turn back to Bridget with the intention of asking her to possibly clarify what the Covering was, but we were suddenly interrupted when both Cassie and Maddie appeared ahead of us.“Good morning, all!” The shorter of the two energetically called out. She gave the three of us a wave and then reached out and grabbed my pecker. She gave it a shake as she continued to beam while exclaiming, “And good morning to you, too!” I think she liked that it was standing tall and proud of her.I chuckled and greeted both of the beauties with a hug. My dick smashed against both of them while doing so, and that was just an added bonus for all of us.“Looks like everyone is getting ready for the festival!” Cassie pointed out as she stared out across the village proper. “I think people get more into it every year!”“They sure do!” Bridget agreed as she watched a few men haul around some boxes. She then nudged me with her right elbow and suggested, “You should go show ‘em how it’s done…and get all good and sweaty in the process!”I responded with a hearty chuckle since the dazzling women of the small community were always boosting my ego. If only I had stumbled across the nudist colony years sooner…“There’s been more talk of the ‘blue beast’ roaming the outskirts of town,” Maddie ominously spoke up and gained my immediate attention. “I don’t know what that thing is, but talk of it gives me the willies.”“I sure hope someone does something about it soon,” Bridget agreed. “It sure would be a damn shame if it did something to ruin the festival!”Cassie solemnly nodded even though she didn’t want to discuss such dismal matters.“Well, I need to get down to the bakery and see if Barbara has my cake ready!” Sara changed the tone of the conversation back to something more cheerful. “I hope she remembered to put the right color of frosting on it!”“I’ll go with you!” Cassie then offered. “I actually have a few pastries to pick up as well!”I watched the two blissful women take off down the trail. Watching both sets of buns bounce as the women skipped away was a true joy.“I need to head over to the mill and grab a few things,” Maddie’s words broke into my thoughts. “On the way there, I was hoping to see Eve so I could ask her about what kind of drinks will be served.”“Do you mind if I tag along?” Bridget suddenly asked. “I have a few errands to run on that side of the village also.”“That would be fine!” Maddie kindly responded.Bridget then glanced in my direction as she told me, “I’d ask if you’d like to join us, but maybe you should walk around and learn what you can about the upcoming festivities! Seeing it all for yourself might give you a better idea of what to expect!”I nodded my understanding and then watched another couple of astonishing asses disappear down the other side of the Beşevler Escort trail. I gave myself a tug and smiled before realizing where I was and moving along the way. *I ended up walking around and helping a few of the villagers out for the remainder of the morning, and into the afternoon hours, many of the festivities were officially underway. I was going to start searching for some of my female friends amongst the gathered crowds, but something to my left caught my attention. I heard a man with a boisterous voice calling out from the northwest corner of the village, and he mentioned that it was time for the annual Covering.With my curiosity piqued, I started making my way through the nearest throng and did my best to make sure that my wiener wasn’t brushing up against anybody. Since I had such a gathering in front of me, I finally turned to a middle-aged man with a goofy mustache and kindly said, “Sir, I’m sorry to bother you, but I’m kind of new here. Could you possibly tell me what this Covering is all about?”Recognizing me as the stranger that everyone was always going on about, he smiled and responded, “Each year at the end of summer, five women are randomly selected to participate. A small stage is built and placed in this corner of the village, and on the first day of the festival, the five chosen ones go up on stage and kneel down for all to see. Any man who is feeling capable may then make his way onto the platform and display his ‘fondness’ for one or any of the women.”Knowing what I did about the nudist colony, I had a pretty good idea of what I was being told, but at the same time, it didn’t seem like many of the men around Grassridge Hideaway were ever ‘fond’ of anything. I decided a better explanation was in order as I pressed, “So how do these men…display their fondness?”Thinking me crazy for having to ask, the middle-aged simply answered by making a fist down by his waistline and moving it back and forth. He then let his fingers open up as if to display a powerful “bursting.”Understating loud and clear, I tried not to come off as a jerk since I knew that not many of the men seemed to be sexually active. Instead, I decided to ask something a little different as I inquired, “How are the women chosen for this event?”“Completely at random. Names are drawn out of a hat.”“What if they don’t want to participate?”“Are you nuts?” The middle-aged man incredulously asked. “Most women are clawing and scratching for that position!”It kind of made sense since most of the women never seemed to be receiving any kind of pleasure. I scratched my chin before querying, “And what men are allowed up onstage?”“It’s open to everybody.”My hand went from my chin to my head as I finally asked, “And what’s exactly the point of this?”“To show the women how much we care!” The man with the goofy mustache tried to make me understand. “The woman with the most seed on her body wins at the end and is deemed the Queen of the Festival! It’s an honor every woman craves, and the only way to earn said title is to be judged the victor by having been covered with the most white!”Ah. So that’s where the name fit in. It seemed like a very odd competition, but then again, I had to remember where I was. Grassridge Hideaway was anything but normal.I finally nodded my thanks to the man and made my way through the assembled onlookers. There was a decent turnout on this end of the village for what was apparently about to transpire, and even though other games and events were going on, I could see that there was quite a buzz generated by the Covering.When I had finally pushed my way to the front of the crowd, I glanced up and saw five women who were the center of attention. The quintet was lined up on their knees, and four of them juggled their jubblies and licked their lips while looking to eagerly anticipate what was about to happen. They were apparently ready to be covered in a heaping mass of jizzy juice, and off to the side of the stage, I could see a line of men who actually looked enthusiastic about going up onstage and hosing the women down. They waited as an old man – the same old man who had arbitrated my Reckoning with Isis – held them back until the proper time arrived for the competition to begin. I was more than a little surprised to see a few of the men stroking themselves to get warmed up. And here I had thought that none of them were capable of sexual arousal.My eyes suddenly went to the end of the line to the left where I noticed the fifth participant for the first time. Of the five women on stage, she was the only one who looked like she didn’t want to be there. While the other four were playing around with their tits and licking their nips while flopping their breasts about to rile the menfolk up, the woman at the far end of the line had her hands on her thighs and did nothing but frown. I simply stared with wide eyes at the final participant as my body became completely still.She was an honest-to-goodness angel.Okay, so she didn’t have wings or a halo over her head, but I have no other way to describe the radiant beauty kneeling at the end of the line. I’ll start by saying that she had long, wavy locks of dazzling blonde hair, and her eyes were a cobalt blue that put the ocean and sky to shame. Her skin was tan like most of the women in the community, and if I had to guess, I would’ve estimated her height to be around that of both Bridget and Eve if she had been standing upright. She was incredibly thin to the point where she almost looked frail, and had she been smiling instead of frowning, I daresay that every man gathered would’ve been drawn to her like a moth to a flame. I felt bad for looking, but I noticed that she had the cutest little puss that she was doing her best to cover, and from where I stood about thirty feet away, I noticed the smallest dab of pubic hair right above her crease. I wondered why she came off as depressed since I had heard Escort Beşevler that most of the village’s women desired to be in the Covering.I received my answer rather quickly.Since such things have never meant a hill of beans to me, I didn’t take into account that while blindingly beautiful, the fifth participant in the Covering had a very petite chest. I’m not exaggerating when I say that her breasts were small to the point where they were almost non-existent. She basically just had two pointy nipples on barely raised bumps. While I personally thought they suited her very well, I appeared to be alone in my thoughts. It became obvious that she didn’t think any of the menfolk would be interested in her.When the arbitrator finally announced that it was time for the Covering to begin, three men were allowed on the stage at a time. The uncouth animals rushed up the steps built into the side of the wooden platform and then began viciously beating their meat in front of the woman they found most desirable. For some, the explosion would be almost instantaneous, and for others, it would take them a good few minutes to crank anything out. Regardless, once they were done busting a nut, they would be ushered to the other side of the stage where they would make an exit and allow the next man in line to enter the fray. This went on for quite some time…and never once did anyone go toward the woman at the far end of the stage.The other four excited ladies continued to tumble their tits about as they laughed and gleefully took loads of cream. Sometimes the semen would fly about wildly, and other times, the men cumming did so with precision so they would fire everything onto the massive jugs in front of them. Hell, I even saw one of the women begin downing one of the guys until the arbitrator told them to knock that off since it wasn’t allowed. That woman ended up having choice words for the old referee.I glanced over at the beautiful blonde and saw her staring at the wooden floor of the stage before her. While everyone else was having a blast – no pun intended – she was left out at the far end. I could only assume that the men were passing her over because of her breast size, but I absolutely couldn’t understand why. Of the five women up there, she was without a doubt the most alluring for multiple reasons, yet everyone was ignoring her in order to strangle their chickens onto some larger knockers.I think the Covering lasted for about thirty-five to forty minutes when it was all said and done. I hadn’t kept track of how many men had been involved, but the number wasn’t as high as it should’ve been. Still, it had taken a bit of time since some of the men couldn’t readily get off, and once everyone had been ushered off the stage, it was time for the arbitrator to look the women over and judge who had the most semen drizzling from her chest. As the name implied, the winner would be the one who was covered in the most cream.“Excuse me!” I shouted while stepping forward.The attention of everyone in the area landed upon me.“Yes?” The old man spoke up upon recognizing me. “What is it, stranger?”“This contest is open to anyone here, right?” I asked. I already knew the answer since the man with the goofy mustache had told me, but I wanted to “play by the rules,” so to speak. “I mean, am I allowed to come up onstage and participate?”“Of course, stranger,” the aging referee again answered as he stroked his beard and smiled. “Come on up and pick a girl.”I made my way forward with the eyes of everyone assembled on me. I know how weird that must sound, but I had been in Grassridge Hideaway long enough to not really think much of it. The fact that I would have a good chunk of the village’s citizenry watching me jerk off onto a hot babe as four other cum-covered women also viewed the spectacle seemed like just another normal day in the nudist colony.I sauntered toward the right side of the stage where the stairs were situated and ascended them. I could actually hear a few of the people in the crowd talking amongst themselves and making bets as to who I would choose to jizz on. I knew I would be blowing a lot of minds since one hundred percent of them were guessing wrong.I made my way to the far end of the stage and stood before the blue-eyed blonde. When her eyes finally met mine, I squatted down in front of her and kindly whispered a greeting as I gave her my name and told her how I was a newcomer in the village. I also told her that I thought she was by far the most beautiful woman on the stage, and then I asked her for her name.“Rosalind,” she meekly told me as she realized how hard I was. She tried not to look at my flailing sausage as she told me, “My name’s Rosalind, but everyone just calls me Rosa.”I wasn’t sure how she would react, but I leaned forward and gently kissed her on the forehead. After telling her she had a beautiful name that suited her perfectly, I gave myself another tug and informed her, “Rosa, if it wouldn’t offend you, I would like to show you just how incredible I think you are in comparison to the competition. Would you mind if I…covered you?”For the first time since seeing the radiant woman, I saw her smile…and it made my heart skip a beat.I stood up after the dazzling blonde nodded, and as I began whacking away at my penis, she propped herself up on her knees and pressed her chest forward. She ran her hands through her stunningly blonde locks, and she watched as my manhood swelled and throbbed. I continued to wail away on it while studying every inch of her beauty, and I even placed my left hand on her right shoulder to steady myself.I finally erupted like a mighty volcano and almost knocked her backwards with the blast of man magma spewing from my tip.The crowd inched forward and the four ladies to my right tried to stare past one another as I wailed away on my wanker. I jerked and cursed as sweat dripped from my brow, and I don’t think a centimeter of Rosa’s lovely Beşevler Escort Bayan chest was left uncovered. I showered her in a mess of milky delight, and semen splattered in every direction on her end of the stage. I hooted and hollered in ecstasy as I called out the lovely woman’s name and made sure to emphasize that everything coming out of me was due to her radiance. I was making sure that every member of the crowd knew I couldn’t have produced such a massive amount of love custard for just anybody.“Oh, geez, Rosa,” I wheezed when I was finally empty. I took my hand off her shoulder and apologized for grabbing onto her to begin with. “Sorry about that and all the cursing…I just couldn’t help myself!”The blue-eyed angel shook her head in glee and then stared down at her chest. It looked like someone had poured a gallon of creamy milk over her and it was running down her chest. Even though she came off as the modest type, I’m pretty sure she was delighted by the fact that I had covered her in so much goo.The old man made his way across the stage and looked the beautiful blonde over. He had an expression on his face that made him appear to be thinking deeply about something for a few seconds, and after glancing back at the other women who had been hosed down my multiple men, he came to the conclusion, “Without a doubt, the woman who was covered the most and will be this year’s queen…well, it’s none other than our little Rosa!”The victorious woman stood up and was beaming with happiness as the four losers grumbled and cursed how it was unfair that it had taken only one man to cover the new queen so completely in semen. I couldn’t help but chuckle since it wasn’t my fault that the other men had only been capable of getting one or two shots out, and I raised one of Rosa’s hands in triumph as the crowd cheered her on. As we stood there soaking in the adulation, I noticed a couple of girls waving at me and quickly realized they were Maddie and Eve. They were both smiling from ear to ear, and if I had to guess, they were probably delighted that I had stepped up and helped Rosa out.Thinking that it was probably best to leave the stage so the petite blonde could revel in her moment of glory by becoming the Queen of the Festival, I was about to make my way off the stage when the winner of the Covering suddenly reached out and grabbed my left arm. In one of the most dulcet tones I had ever heard, she spoke my name and asked me not to leave. She apparently wanted to spend the day with me…if I’d let her.“Rosa, you have no idea how wonderful that sounds!” *After a delightful day of rollicking about with such a gorgeous woman hanging from my arm, the festivities finally started to get the better of us a few hours after the sun had vanished. While there was still plenty of merrymaking to be had in the village as fireworks exploded above us, Rosa mentioned that she was starting to get tired. When I offered to walk her home, she took me up on it instantly.It obviously didn’t take us long to arrive, and when we did, I took one of her hands and kissed the back of it. I told her it had been an honor to meet her, and I hoped the circumstances of our unlikely introduction hadn’t been too bizarre for her. I also couldn’t help but refer to her as “my queen” since she had won the undisputed title.Placing a hand over her mouth to try to hide her radiant smile, the blue-eyed angel informed me that she couldn’t remember the last time she had had a better day. She had obviously been the talk of the community after her victory in the Covering, and being acknowledged by so many people had visibly done wonders for her self-esteem.As much as I didn’t want the night to end, I knew the beautiful blonde was tired. I again thanked her for the lovely day and for showing me around the festival, and after telling her to have a good night, I was about to turn and leave…until I felt a gentle hand grasping my left wrist again. I turned around and could see her sparkling eyes practically glowing in the semidarkness as she asked me if I’d like to come in and have a cup of hot tea. Not only did the beverage sound delightful, but spending more time with Rosalind was something I absolutely couldn’t turn down.Once inside, I was given a quick tour of the modest home. It wasn’t much: There was a living room, a bedroom, a bathroom, and a very small kitchen that was basically nothing more than a hallway. Still, it was very nice and decorated just as I would’ve expected it to be from a warmhearted person like Rosa. Honestly, it was the kind of place I wouldn’t have minded owning.After the quick journey through the small dwelling, the two of us ended up in the kitchen where my gracious hostess was going to begin heating the tea for us by candlelight. As she fetched a pot to begin boiling the water, the reticent woman faced me and crossed her arms over her petite chest. She did her best to smile as she again thanked me for the wonderful day. “I…I can’t believe you were able to produce so much…well, I still can’t believe that you alone covered me!”I laughed since the competition hadn’t been that stiff…and yes, I know what I just said. I couldn’t help but scratch my chin as I pointed out, “I couldn’t have done it without you, Rosa! If I hadn’t had your beauty to work with…”I could see a look in Rosa’s eyes that became readily apparent. I had seen that look on other occasions during my time in the nudist colony, and Rosa’s sparkling orbs only served to make it all the more obvious.It was the look of desire.The beautiful blonde suddenly cleared her throat and pretended like she was in the middle of something important. She then went to her faucet and filled the pot before putting it on the vintage stove. Upon doing so, she procured a match from nearby and struck it in order to place it in the ignition port. She then turned on the gas so she could begin heating the water.As I leaned back on the opposite counter and watched, I saw Rosa reach up and open one of the cupboards above the stove and to the right. She had the most incredible tookus a guy could behold since she was so thin and it stuck out so profoundly. To view her from the side and to see what looked like a half circle jutting forth…
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