If you have read part 1 – Summer Sundays at Eureka, or know the place, then it will come as no surprise if I tell you that a large group of guys in one of the clearings in the woods, attracts an even larger group of guys! Getting in on the action was becoming a challenge, and despite loving group fun I was starting to feel a bit crowded out. As I made my way out of the clearing the husband of the bi couple smiled and reached down to give my throbbing cock a friendly squeeze. I reciprocated and promised to catch up with them both when it was a bit quieter. As soon as I walked away from the clearing I was once again in the peace of the woods. The orgy scene and the site of the large girl being fisted had left me hard and horny and I was desperate to relieve the pressure in my balls. A pressure increased by the tight cock ring I was wearing. I headed down to the path that goes all round the woods. In the very bottom corner is a clearing which has not been used for years. Access is tricky and involves struggling under a couple of fallen trees, so I was surprised to hear voices coming from there. Carefully I made my way down to see if there was anything happening. Right on the edge of the woods in a small sunken hollow was 2 guys and a couple. The woman was lying on her back with her legs spread fingering herself. One of the guys was stood at her feet, and as I watched he releases a stream of piss and started to play it over her body. The other guys stood ether side watching, then they too started to piss on the woman. As this is not my scene, I retraced my steps and bumped into the orgy organiser from earlier. As soon as I told him what was happening, he raced to join the fun. I walked on up the slope towards the top corner. A few years ago, a shelter was built there. Its walls are camouflage netting strung over some trees. Inside are a couple of benches, and bizarrely a large mirror. Quite often it’s a good spot for some fun so I headed over to investigate. When I arrived a couple of guys were on the large bench in a 69. Once again, I watched for a while before heading off again on my walk. By now my hard on had softened, but I was still feeling horny, as I headed back to the clubhouse. When I rounded the corner of the clubhouse, I spotted a couple queuing to get in. I had met them a few weeks earlier at a house party. Looking at them now they seemed to be attired in the same grubby joggers and T shirts they had been wearing at the party. Despite the abundance of fun that night in the rooms upstairs they had spent the entire night in the kitchen, him drinking himself into a stupor, and her endlessly scrolling on her phone. I smiled when I realised that even stood in the queue, she had her phone in hand. I had chatted with them that night and told them about Eureka, so wandered over to say hello. By the time I got to them they had signed in, so I offered to show them around. They declined my suggestion of a shower, and the guy told me he wanted to see some tits, and “she” didn’t have any. While it’s true that the woman was very thin, I felt his manner was unpleasant, but rather than make an issue of it suggested they follow me to the bottom field. When we got there, they decided to sit close to the treeline at the top of the field. I was about to head back to my towel when I noticed that the newbie couple had decided to dip more than just a toe into the swinging scene. They were in the middle of a tangled mass of bodies, which included at least 3 other couples. Deciding my presence was not needed I sat down next to Mr and Mrs Trackies. He produced a can of Stella from his bag, and she continued scrolling. From promising beginnings, I was beginning to think this might not be my best Sunday at Eureka. The tangle of bodies in front of me was growing and despite feeling a bit grumpy it soon started to have an effect. An effect that from time to time was somewhat spoilt by Mr Trackie bottoms opening another can from the seemingly limitless supply in his carrier. Mrs Trackie bottoms appeared oblivious to this, and the orgy about 10 metres from her feet. To add to my annoyance, the fun in the woods must have ended because my view was increasingly obscured by the returning meerkats. Eventually I gave up and turned to Mr Trackie who belched loudly and wiped his hand on is in-growing T shirt. “Look at ‘er tits” he slurred. I turned and noticed Mrs Trackies had somehow managed to strip, while still scrolling. Her tits were indeed tiny but blessed with huge fat brown nipples. The rest of her body was slim to the point of skinny, her pubes looked as if they have never been trimmed. She sighed and went back to her phone. Mr Trackies belched and started to scratch the front of his trackies. I sighed and turned back to the orgy in front of me, just in time to see someone spunking all over my towel. The day was running downhill quickly, and I needed something to change. The change came from the most unexpected quarter. Mrs trackies suddenly announced to no one in particular that she was hungry and wanted some chips. Mr trackies grunted, handed me a fiver and went back to his cans and crotch. It appeared that I was now expected to become their personal waiter. Before I could object, Mrs trackies rose to her feet and looked expectantly at me. Deciding I would miss nothing in the field, and that I walk would do me good I stood up and led her back to the entrance to the field. As we walked up the slope she stopped at the entrance to the woods and asked whether that was the way to the clubhouse. It was one way to the clubhouse, so I wasn’t lying when I told her yes. We were no more than a few meters into the woods when she threw herself at me and forced her tongue into my mouth. As we kissed I could feel her nipples hardening and pressing into my chest. Reaching up I felt one, and gave it a gentle squeeze. She broke the kiss and looking directly into my eyes said, “You better be ready to do it a lot harder than that” and resumed the kiss. The next time I reached for one of her nipples I decided to see how hard she meant, and as I rolled it between my fingers, I steadily increased the pressure. I quickly became clear that she liked some very rough treatment. The more I squeezed the more she pressed against me, and the more she gasped as we kissed. Behind us a couple slowed and watched, before continuing into the woods. When eventually we parted her eyes were glowing and the scrolling zombie was gone. She guided my fingers into her pussy and looked into my eyes before saying “I really need to get fucked”. The evidence, running over at least three of my fingers was hard to ignore so I half dragged her along the path, hoping to find a clearing with a bench. The first was busy, but the second was empty. As soon as we arrived, I pushed her forward onto the low bench and raised her behind. Parting her thighs is started to stroke and probe her pussy, my fingers scooping the wetness from within and smearing it over her ass and thighs. With every stroke of her clit she moaned, and when ever a finger entered her, she pushed back onto it. Bending forward I dipped my tongue into her asshole and increased the movement of my fingers in and out of her pussy. Her juices were flooding out and had soaked my hand, while I was enjoying the sensation of her thick wet pubic hair. At the entrance to the clearing a small audience of guys had arrived in response to her moans. I indicated that they should stay back. I turned and raised her head to look at me. “What do you want?” I asked. Her groan and the look in her eyes were not enough of an answer so I asked again. This time the response was clear. “Fuck me! I want to be fucked” I reached into my play back and brought out a strip of three condoms and showed them to her before placing them on her raised ass. Then I turned and beckoned the first guy forward. He scrambled over a branch and approached. I tore of one of the condoms and passed it to him After a bit of fumbling he managed to get it over his cock and came forward. I grabbed him and rubbed his cock head up and down her pussy, causing moans from them both. Then I positioned him at her pussy and moved my hand as he pushed forward. Beneath me she groaned and pushed back to meet him. I moved back to kiss her and felt the breath pushed from her with his every thrust. As the guy’s pace quickened her movements became even more frantic. Bucking hard against the guy behind her and devouring my tongue. Unfortunately for her, the guy came to soon and she was left on the edge. As his cock slipped from her pussy, I released her head and motioned to the next guy to come forward. Once again, I handed over a condom and the guided his cock into her soaking hole. This guy was a bit bigger, and she instantly growled in pleasure. As he thrust into her, I scooped some of the juices that were now running from her pussy and offered them up to her mouth. She greedily cleaned my fingers and pushed back harder on the guy. I drew my hand down her back and slid it between them before sliding two fingers into her ass. She briefly stiffened before pushing back on my hand and his cock. The action of the cock in her pussy and my fingers in her ass was enough to send her over the edge and she began a massive shuddering orgasm. As the last tremors ran through her body the guy behind her grunted and came deep inside her. I moved back to look at her and was pleased to see a huge smile on her face. As the guy withdrew, I looked to the next guy, and realised it was the man from that morning whose wife had squirted over me. I reached for the condom, but instead of beckoning him over, I unwrapped it, before rolling it over my own hard cock. Then I stood and moved behind her and stroked the head of my cock up and down her soaking gash. She sighed and moved, seeming to try and draw it into her pussy. I on the other hand and a much better idea and nudged the tip into her ass. Once again, she tensed for a second, but the next thing I knew she was grinding back onto me. The sensation as her hot asshole enveloped me was incredible, and the tightness wrapped itself over the length of my cock. Every thrust elicited a sound, either a gasp or a groan, or a swear word. I could feel her juices on my balls as they slapped against her, and I quickened my thrusts. We both came together, and she collapsed forward onto the bench and my cock popped from her asshole leaving it gaping slightly before it closed. I chucked the condom into the bin and stood in front of her. She gently reached out and took hold of my softening cock. Opening her mouth, she started to clean it. Her tongue tracing the length of it and dropping to lick her own juices from my balls. I stood letting her worship my cock for a while until I felt myself beginning to harden again. Then I helped her to her feet, and we left the clearing through the group of guys who had crowded around the entrance.