I was just nineteen when my boyfriend suggested that I go to Glastonbury with him for the week.  My father didn’t like the idea but he liked Gary, so when he showed my father that we had two tents between us my father eventually agreed, or should I say he didn’t object was more like it.   Then I got my first surprise as Gary drove us to a mates place and picked him up.  I knew I was in for some fun, if only I knew just how much.  I was far from being a virgin as I had lost it a long while back and not with Gary.

Then the next surprise was Gary picked up two more mates.  I was now the only girl between four lads.  I assumed that the sleeping arrangements were Gary and I in one tent and the lads in the other tent.  I was looking forward to it.  We arrived late evening.  I had no idea that it was going to take us five hours to get there.  Between the four lads they had the tents up in no time at all and I was preparing food and trying to cook on a small stove on the floor.  On finishing the meal, the lads went off to do the washing up.  It was now that I discovered that there were two double airbeds in both tents.  I noticed that my case of clothes was already in one of the tents along with two of the lads cases and the other two cases were in the second tent.   I thought to myself that this was going to be cosy to say the least.

When the lads returned they had two more girls in tow, and the lads set about putting up a third tent next to ours.  I was introduced to Christine and Veronique.  There tent was a fair bit smaller than ours and had just one double airbed which the lads soon had inflated and made up for the girls, or so I thought.  The seven of us went off to watch one of the bands and to grab some drinks.  We all sang and danced as well as drank as we watched the acts on the stage.  It was very late when the last act was winding down. 

I was glad that several of the lads had brought torches with them as it was very dark as the lights from the stage turned off.  As we made our way back to the tents I saw that Ben and Tommy had arms around Christine and Veronique and I had arms linked with Gary and Len.   We all stooped off at the toilets on the way back and had to queue for them.  Eventually back at the tents I saw Tommy enter the small tent with one of the girls and the other one went into the bigger tent with Tommy.  Len followed us into our tent and proceeded to strip off and get into the second bed as I slipped still in my undies into ours with Gary.

Almost immediately Gary had his hands in my bra and panties and was working me up.  I could hear moans and groans not just from our other two tents but also from other people’s tents.  I felt very self-conscious as Gary got between my legs and slipped his cock into me and started to fuck me.  I could feel Len’s eyes on us.  Not that he could have seen anything in the dark, but he must have known exactly what we were doing.  Besides I am pretty noisy when I’m being fucked.  I came quite quickly and noisily as Gary ploughed my pussy and came in me.  As we lay there afterwards I needed to go pee again.  I shouldn’t have drunk as much as I did.

Garry handed me the torch so I could find my clothes and go to the toilets.  On leaving the tent it had started to drizzle with rain and I hurried to the toilets which were now all free, except one that had someone sleeping in it.  Then I hurried back as the rain got harder.  On getting into the tent, I switched the torch off so I could take my damp hoodie and jeans off to get back into bed.  As soon as I was back in bed I had hands in my bra and panties again.  I guessed that Garry was looking for round two and reached out for his cock as two fingers reamed my pussy.  Then it struck me.  The cock I was now holding was thicker than what I was used to and it was uncircumcised unlike Gary whose cock had been cut.

In the short time that it had taken me to dash to the loos and back Gary had swapped places with, I assumed, Len.  It was a bit late to say no as his fingers were doing wonders in my fanny and he was sucking on one of my nipples.  I did want to make sure who was fingering me and briefly turned the torch on to see that it was indeed Len fingering me.  Garry told me to turn the torch off and to enjoy myself.  I was even more self-conscious as Len now took up his position between my legs.

Then I felt that thick cock of his forcing it’s way into my pussy.  God it felt tight.  There were still others around us fucking, but all I could hear was myself moaning and groaning as Len fucked me for what felt like an age before he came in me.  Afterwards I fell asleep as the lads swapped back and Gary snuggled down with me.  Next morning, I felt even more self-conscious as I wondered if the other lads knew that Len had fucked me.  If they did nobody seemed to make anything of it.  After breakfast I went off with Christine and Veronique to the showers.  Nothing was said about me being with Gary and Len, but the girls were comparing notes on Tommy and Ben.  They seemed quite pleased with what had happened the night before.

The rest of the day was great as we watched loads of different acts.  The lads all drank loads.  I decided that after last nights events perhaps I needed to stay sober.  That night after the last act, we again trooped off to the toilets before turning in.  As we walked to the tents Gary was arm in arm with Christine and Tommy and Len had linked arms with me.  I expected that Gary would untangle himself from Christine when we got to the tents, but he didn’t and went into the small tent with her.  As I stepped into my tent Len was stood next to me as Tommy stripped and slipped into the second bed.  Len helped me to undress fully and I quickly slipped into bed and Len quickly followed me. 

In seconds his hands were everywhere.  I could hardly complain as I had allowed him to fuck me the previous night.  Besides I could hear Gary and Christine already fucking, and besides I was enjoying the fingering and looking forward to his fat cock.  I didn’t have to wait that long before he was in me and giving me another sound fucking.  Like the previous night Len lasted a long time and I came several times before he came in me again.  I was laid there in the afterglow.  I hardly noticed as Len and Tommy swapped places.  There was no foreplay, not that I needed any, as Tommy rolled me onto my front and straddled me.  Then he was penetrating me.  He must have been excited having listened to Len fucking me as he didn’t last more than three minutes before he groaned and came in me.

I was left a disappointed and also a little frustrated as I was just getting worked up again.  I needn’t have worried as Len and Tommy swapped back and I had that thick cock back in me and taking me to yet another orgasm.  The next couple of night were more of the same and Ben took his turn with me.  In fact, I lost track of who fucked me and when.  I did know that Gary had now slept with Veronique, if you could call it that as they seemed to be going at it for ages and Veronique was noisier than I was. 

I do remember that the last night’s shows ended early, and back at the tents another two lads seemed to have joined us and one by one they all rotated beds.  I don’t know about Christine and Veronique but at some time or another all six of the lads came in me.  I didn’t even catch the two new lads names, but I did catch their cum in my pussy.   Before leaving site and coming home I swapped phone numbers with Christine and Veronique.

Back home I fell out with Gary.  Although I had enjoyed my time at Glastonbury, I was annoyed that he had treated me as a bargaining chip, as it were, to swap me for Christine and Veronique, and to just loan me out without talking to me about it first.  Our argument erupted in a pub and when I stormed off Len followed me.  He kindly offered me a lift home.  I didn’t get home for several hours.  Instead, I ended up in the back of Len’s car with his lovely thick cock doing wonders in my pussy.  After that we became an item and started dating.

The following year I was back at Glastonbury, now with Len.  The main difference was we had talked about what had happened and agreed that we were allowed to swap and enjoy ourselves.  Len’s words, What happens in Glastonbury stays in Glastonbury.”  Gary, Ben, and Tommy also went with us and we met up with Christine and Veronique.  I fucked with a good number of other lads as well as with Gary, Ben, and Tommy.  It felt real strange but good fucking Gary again.  In all I had a fantastic time that seemed to lead me from one lads cock to the next.  I see more of the tents roof than I did of the acts on stage.

Back home things got back to normal with myself and Len.  Then I discovered I was pregnant.  My dad was furious, but Len stepped up, and two months later we were married and moving into a dingy flat in town.  Give Len his due he was more than aware that the baby might not be his.  He said he didn’t really care who the father was, and that he would look after the two of us, and look after us he does.

The following year, with baby in tow, we were back under canvas and I was back under numerous lads that wanted to fuck me.  Sadly, that was our last time at Glastonbury as by the following year it was to awkward with a baby, now walking and talking under canvas.  That hasn’t stopped us seeing other people.  Or for me being shared with our friends.   Several times since moving to our new house we have had Christine and Veronique stay with us.  One of the times turned into one big orgy in our lounge.  I am pretty sure it was then that I fell pregnant again, and Len and I are looking forward to our new edition to our family in the next few weeks.  It would be strange if it was Gary that had done the deed.  Especially as he is now married to Christine who is also expecting shortly after ours.

I still love my memories of Glastonbury and hope that someday Len and I can go again.  In the mean time I will have to just content myself with swaps and sharing when we can.