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The following is a work of total fiction containing scenes of graphic
marginally consensual sex. This includes anal, oral, multiple
partners, and generally unsafe sex, and takes place in a fantasy world
where STD's are not a concern.
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Monocle
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+anal, +oral) by Monocle (Monocle_o@NOTTHIS.hotmail.com)
(www.asstr.org ftp site)
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Danielle is no stranger to the rave scene, but this night she stumbles
into a section of the floor where the bump and grind goes to the next
level.
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Gang Rave by Monocle
Danielle's skin glowed an eerie blue-white, the natural appearance of
her pale, almost-white complexion under black light. She intentionally
heightened the effect with white-ish makeup and powders that would look
pretty garish in the light of day. Her "New Wave" style eye shadow swept
back from her eyes and glowed bright blue with her similarly colored lips
below the brilliant yellow-gold of fluorescing platinum hair. The
look was almost two decades retro, but on her it worked. To complement the
overall effect, this evening she wore the zebra-striped leather halter top
that exposed her trim midriff - no bra - and a tight matching mini that
came down to her upper thigh. A lucky guy might occasionally catch a
glimpse of the white lace barely by the skirt. Black and
white lace up sandal-pumps covered her feet - the criss-crossing leather
bands winding up her calves - continuing the zebra-stripe look down to her
toes. The smooth, cool leather of her skimpy outfit felt great against her
skin as she and her friends wound their way across the crowded floor to the
center of the main dance area.
Danielle's group was familiar with the local rave scene and geography.
They'd been to more than they could remember, but this was definitely a new
place for them, recommended by a friend of a friend. This party moved from
week to week between buildings in the warehouse district, a dead part
of the port city near the defunct piers. The place was hard to find; the
sounds and lights were muted and well contained until you were almost upon
it. You either needed to hit it by accident, be directly involved, or be
invited. Danielle's friend Riku had secured such an invitation for herself
and her girlfriends, but was close-lipped about from where or whom it came.
No rave series was ever overly publicized or long-lived, but each
"production company" has its own mythology. This particular one had a
reputation for safety, recreational drugs, and other decadences. Events
generally cost dearly to get in, but ran almost until dawn, when Danielle
and her friends would drive blearily home. Occasionally they'd lose one or
two members of their group along the way, only to encounter them at school
the next Monday to be regaled with a sometimes-explicit of adventure,
usually with some hunk-of-the-week.
Tonight was Julia's night to drive so as per usual she promised to stop
drinking by midnight. When the four arrived, paid (30 bucks!), got
stamped, and entered the unseeming warehouse, a wall of sound and light
greeted the little group. The cavernous interior was decked out in lights
and speakers, which would be removed quickly in the morning leaving little
trace of party. Lots of production companies were rumored to have
"agreements" with members of local law enforcement, allowing greater
freedoms than otherwise might be expected.
A makeshift cash bar lined one wall, with all manners of potables
available. Off to the side, another, smaller "bar" offered some of the
more controlled substances - Ecstasy, pot, poppers, strange designer drugs
- though none of the heavy stuff, which supposedly said something
reassuring about both the organizers and the clientele. This area had a
number of heavyset bouncer-types, probably moonlighting dockworkers from
the surviving parts of the port. They looked like they would take poorly
to belligerence or other acting up on the part of the patrons. More of the
big fellows guarded a couple doors off the main dance floor. People going
that way had to present some kind of card or ID to get past them.
Danielle and her friends had anticipated the availability of some
substances at the rave, but not the veritable apothecary they were
presented with. Emma always believed in playing it safe, however, and had
procured some Ecstasy for them from her brother's buddies before they
left. By the way the lights jumped about as they started dancing, Danielle
suspected that their Ex must have had an extra kicker of something in it,
but she didn't worry too much - she felt happy and reasonably in control.
Emma's was wild (and kind of cute), but not crazy.
Danielle danced with her friends and with strangers. The warehouse was
big, loud, and crowded with several hundred bodies, so it did not take long
for the little group to disband and lose track of one another. This
usually happened - they would eventually find each other again. Danielle
paid little attention. She changed partners often, checking out the as unabashedly as they stared at her. Some she danced with, some she
teased a little. Some she talked to, or rather yelled over the music to,
and let buy her drinks. Danielle avoided the alcohol, but did need the
occasional liquid refreshment, and, eventually a trip to the restroom.
The restrooms were a series of porta-johns from the main dance
area by a partially retracted floor-to-ceiling partition. A bare sink
stood against the warehouse's cinderblock wall for washing, with a
once-polished steel plate above it for a mirror. As Danielle cleaned up
she noticed a door off to the side, facing away from the main dancing area.
It was slightly ajar and she could see pulsing light, coming though it.
She went over to investigate and found, after passing down a short darkened
corridor there was indeed another dance floor. Danielle realized it must
be one of the 'restricted' areas, and decided to return to the main part of
the warehouse, lest she get into trouble. Doubling back, she found that
the door she had come through had fallen closed and locked. Probably
supposed to have been shut the whole time, she thought.
Cursing to herself, Danielle resolved to make the best of it. She could
probably get away with just acting like she belonged there. Stepping
boldly out from the hallway, she was again enveloped by sound and light.
This music had a grinding techno-industrial sound with base boosted so high
she could feel the reverberations in her chest and abdomen. The music
seemed to physically grab her, and Danielle almost couldn't help but get
caught in the beat and start dancing.
Though slightly smaller in area, the floor of this section of the
warehouse was just as crowded with gyrating bodies as the main section.
The mix here was different, however - most in the room were male. The
women scattered throughout were generally the centers of attention and
dancing activity, switching partners often, or dancing in close groups.
Danielle herself quickly attracted a small band of partners, and soon
forgot about everything for a while as she danced among them. Their
attention pleased her, and she found herself putting on a bit of a show,
flirting with several at once.
The lighting here showed off Danielle's body and outfit perfectly. The
primary illumination was black light and garishly reflecting fluorescent
paint. Bright strobes would flash at odd times with the booming music,
changing the fluid motion of the dancing mob into jerky, unreal motion.
Danielle moved to the evolving beats further into the area, carried by
the current of weaving bodies. She returned quite a few appreciative
stares with looks of her own. She added more sway to her hips and adopted
more sultry stylings to her movements as she brushed into another circle
ogling men. After some time circulating, she caught the glance of an
attractive guy maybe a few years than herself. They kept eye contact
as they maneuvered toward one another, magnetically drawn by well-matched
rhythms and styles. His flaring Day-Glo tie-dye and shorts showed a
stark contrast in dress to her sleek, theme, but that seemed
appropriate to her.
They converged and started dancing close. Danielle felt a warm
congeniality to the fellows around her, but a special connection to this
new partner. She lost her sense of time as the music flowed through a
number of well-blended tracks. She and her starburst-dressed partner moved
closer, gyrating, touching, twirling, holding and releasing. Danielle felt
herself getting quite turned on. This turn of events was not too out of
the ordinary for her, she'd left her share of raves early on the arm of a
new guy (and would never forget the time in that hayloft), but this
felt a bit different, a little more primitive or base. Perhaps it was the
guy - his strong hands often 'accidentally' brushed her or thighs.
Perhaps it is the small crowd of dancing around them, watching them.
Perhaps it was something else.
After not too much thought, Danielle decided she didn't care, and went
with it. She moved in to her partner and snaked her arms around his waist
and back. He reciprocated; one arm coming around her shoulders, the other
cupping and rubbing her ass through her skirt. She sighed and pressed into
his hard body, peeking out over his shoulder as they turned and moved.
Across the floor Danielle's gaze passed over several other girls, each
the center of attention of their own groups. First she saw a in
black leather halter and hotpants bumped and ground with two or three in the center of a larger circle. But then different and strange scenes
caught her eyes...
Beyond the brunette, she made out a blazing redhead undulating in front
of one partner - her back to his chest, and her butt pushed back and
rubbing against his hips. As Danielle watched, the guy behind the redhead
brought his hands up from her waist, raised her tight white T-shirt, and
exposed her bra-less tits, which he immediately cupped and started
fondling. As Danielle stared, a hand emerged from the surrounding bodies
and traced up her right leg, disappearing under her glowing plaid miniskirt
--
Bodies blocked the scene, and after trying to peer through them,
Danielle' gaze moved on to a thin with short, razor straight
jet-black hair. She was in a kind of line dance with two guys. Her hands
were low, her partners' high. It seemed like she was groping or fondling
the crotches of the partners in front and back. Danielle couldn't be sure,
but she though that one of them actually had his dick exposed, and the was gripping and pulling it with one of her hands while rubbing the other
guy through his pants --
Danielle's partner whirled her around almost 180 degrees and after a
dizzy second or two her eyes settled on yet another curvy girl, barely
visible through a mass of bodies. Danielle caught the glint of sweat off
her dark skin. The seemed nude, on hands and knees on some kind of
elevated platform. More people drifted out of the way and Danielle gasped
as she made out the rest - The _was_ naked! And she was giving a
blowjob to a skinny white guy in front of her while a broad-shouldered
black was clearly screwing her from behind!
Danielle's eyes widened in shock at each progressive scene, but then she
was distracted by a strange touch on her thigh. She had not noticed it
with all the bumping and holding, but now she realized her skirt had been
gradually raised, exposing her panties, which glowed bright in the black
light. With a flush of embarrassment she pulled her skirt hem down and
straightened herself out. As she moved someone from behind grabbed her
panties and easily popped the thin string that held them to her hips,
quickly ripping them off as she drew her skirt back down. The snap of the
panty strings went unnoticed, lost in her other movements and the general
distraction of the musical cacophony. Danielle's slightly misfiring senses
failed to warn of her missing protective layer. Though she didn't
particularly sense the absence of the flimsy cloth, she did suddenly feel
oddly more exposed - despite the fact she'd just covered herself up.
Perhaps it was a reaction to the boldness exhibited by a stranger exposing
her like that. It was a little disconcerting, but, mixed with what she'd
just seen, also had the effect of turning her on still more.
Her tie-dye partner still held her waist, dancing as if nothing at all
had happened. Danielle began to feel a little overwhelmed, even for her.
The driving music and lights played with her buzzed senses, starting to
confuse her. She needed to pause, collect herself, and regain control that
might be slipping. Reluctantly, she pulled away from her partner, who had
begun brushing his hands up her sides and in a most delicious way,
and began to weave her way toward the one visible exit. On her way,
though, she tripped over a loose sneaker on the floor and almost stumbled
into another guy. He was tall and muscular, wearing tight white biker
shorts and no shirt. He spun inward, grabbed Danielle by the waist,
whirled them both around, and then began to dance. Danielle, momentarily
overcome by dizziness, held onto his taught body for support. Soon though,
the feel of him and the ever-present, penetrating music distracted her once
again and she grooved.
They danced dirty, grinding up against each other, and Danielle smiled
as the bulge in her partner's tight shorts grew noticeably larger. Her own
inner heat was increasing as well, though she paid it little mind. The
tingles she felt as her skin rubbed against its leather confines blended
with the vibrating air. When his leg ground between hers, it almost felt
as if the Lycra shorts rubbed right up against her pussy...
Danielle let her gaze drift again, scanning over the crowd seeking the
sights she had seen before. She couldn't find that first brunette, but she
did see the redhead. A nude now held her upside-down, her hair
trailing almost to the floor. Her was off and her plaid skirt was
bundled around her waist. The pair stood locked in a sort of standing 69;
her dangling head bobbed back and forth, on the cock the owner of
which held her exposed muff to his mouth. Her arms wrapped around his
waist as she repeatedly swallowed his tool. His arms held her middle as he
plied her slit with his tongue. He still danced, thrusting into her mouth
as he moved, her legs flailing and kicking around his head.
Danielle almost couldn't take her eyes off the scene, and when she
finally looked away, her gaze immediately found a tall black she
hadn't seen before. The dark beauty leaned against a wall of the room,
silhouetted against a glowing graffiti design, doing a standing split. Her
left leg stretched straight up and back against the wall as a beefy jock
fucked her standing up.
Danielle found the platform she'd seen before. The waif - and the
brunette she had first seen were now both unclothed, kissing and fondling
each other's on the raised platform - really a table with a heap of
packing blankets on top. The was on her back, being fucked by a
guy missionary style, the was on all fours over her, being poled from
behind doggy-style by a mustachioed wearing the top half of a tuxedo,
complete with top-hat, but without pants. When her head came up, eyes
clenched shut and mouth open in unmistakable passion, Danielle realized
with a shock that it was her friend Riku!
Danielle didn't know what was going on, or what to think or do at this
point. And she didn't get much further chance to think about anything,
either. Her dance partner, who had let her go for a moment while she
stared at her friend's orgiastic scene, now firmly grabbed her waist again.
She turned to look back at him and gasped. His tight pants were now
off. He moved toward her with the music, nude but for his shoes, sporting a
large, upward curving erection. Before she could protest, He lifted her
easily from the floor, pulling her up and over to him. Momentarily shocked
into immobility, she could only stare wide-eyed at him as he lowered her,
sliding her bare stomach down his smooth, sweaty chest. She felt the hard
cock brush against her inner thighs, under her mini. The hot meat slid up
between her legs... just into her wet slit. Danielle startled and blinked
as she felt the heat and smoothness at her entrance, realizing
finally that somehow her were gone. She grabbed and pushed at the
shoulders of her partner and started kicking her legs, but he wasn't paying
attention. Fraction by fraction, in time to the beat of the music, he
slowly lowered her on to him. His cock rose centimeter by centimeter into
her tight, ready cunt.
Alarm fighting arousal, Danielle's rational mind warred with the natural
and artificial stimulants in her system. It shouldn't be happening, but...
it felt sooo good! Her eyes lost focus and her attention turned inward as
she felt herself flower open and sink down around the hard pole. Her mind
churned in turmoil and her head shook in refusal, but her body reacted on
its own. Her legs gradually spread apart. As her feet touched the ground
again, she found herself dancing to the rhythm, humping against the fully
embedded cock.
Her anxiety faded or rather was drowned out, as Danielle lost herself in
sensation. Her miniskirt hid her privates, if just barely, and one would
have to look from the right angle to see that the guy in front of her had
his cock buried in her to the balls. The fact he stood there, naked with
bent knees in front of her was pretty much a giveaway, though. Danielle
surprised herself with how little she seemed to care now. The throbbing of
the cock inside her seemed like a natural extension of the music,
penetrating her just as deeply and insistently. Her partner's pubic
hair tickled her clit as they ground together, exciting her even more.
Danielle knew she was the center of some considerable attention, but
nevertheless felt strangely anonymous. The crowd around her didn't see
her; they saw a glowing zebra-girl straddling a nearly naked hunk. She
couldn't help but giggle at the thought, then gasped as the cock twitched
and bored into her again. She looked into her sudden-lover's eyes, and the
unbridled lust in them melted her. Her moan was swallowed by the waves of
sound crashing around them and she writhed against and around him, her
inner muscles clutching his member in a spine-tingling rush. The strobes
flashed and she closed her eyes.
Some unmeasurable time later, Danielle felt herself nearing climax. By
now she was holding tight to her partner, and whatever dancing they were
doing took second seat to out-and-out stand-up fucking. Taking deeper and
deeper breaths, she opened her eyes and looked, dazed, over her partner's
shoulder, catching sight of the black girl, still in the splits, being
fucked earnestly. Two new had appeared and were each devouring a dark
breast.
Then, Danielle she felt her partner lifting her skirt, uncovering her
behind while still dancing and rocking his cock into her. She dug her
nails into his shoulders. She was on the edge, small mewing sounds
escaping her throat with every breath, the telltale lightness in her belly
presaging her most intense of orgasms. She felt him grasp and spread her
asscheeks, and then gasped as a wet finger poked into her rear end.
Danielle jumped and cried out, but had nowhere to go as the finger slid
slowly in, past her squeezing anal muscles. The finger worked her as she
squirmed and whined in the grip of her partner. The new, unwelcome touch
staved off her approaching climax, though the churning in her belly only
increased with this dirtiest of erotic sensations. After a probing that
pulled at and stretched her resisting sphincter, the finger departed. A
second later, however, a thin, long, wet cock replaced it. It prodded her
asshole once, then pushed, beat by beat into her spread rear.
Danielle had had her share of sex in her life, but she'd never
taken anything up the ass. She screamed. The breaking glass, car wreck
music completely drowned her out, however. Slowly, agonizingly, the cock
stuffed her rear passage full. Her flailing arms couldn't find purchase on
her partners' sweaty skin; her legs and knees were forced to bend with the
dancing beat as the two cocks burrowed deeper into her. Hands snaked
around from behind to grab her and pinch her hard nipples through her
leather top. Then, the hot stomach of the unseen guy behind her pressed
into her ass and lower back, sandwiching her body tight between the two
males. Two hard cocks throbbed and twitched in her body, one deep in her
pussy, one just as far in her virgin ass. She realized had taken all of
both of them inside her. With her nerves too overtaxed to distinguish
between pain and pleasure, her inner muscles spasmed erratically. Finally
the delayed explosion took her and she came.
The orgasm that shook her was like nothing she had ever experienced. It
was wracking, almost violent. She felt simultaneously invincible and
helpless. She recoiled at being taken so completely against her will, at
the same time utterly surrendering to the feelings of the moment. She
quaked in fear, and flowed with languid sensuality. She felt full. So
full! Her inner muscles contracted frantically around the two cocks over
and over again as she cried out into the noise of the dance floor. Each
convulsion drew her deeper into a fugue of total climax, lifting her and
drawing her down until she could no longer distinguish herself from the
sound from the sensations...
Danielle slowly floated down from her ecstatic fog. Her ears buzzed
with more than the blaring music around her. In the afterglow, her head
cleared somewhat, and her senses returning to her bit by bit. Her earlier
buried anxieties flooded back with a vengeance. She felt movement around
her - and inside her! - and a new wave of fear hit her. She started
protesting and pushing against the pressed in against her. Pushing
away from the one in front meant pressing back onto the guy now fucking
quickly in and out of her ass, and attempts to escape the rear assault only
ground her against the cock sawing in and out of her pussy. Neither of
them was going to be stopped now. As high as she'd been only moments
before, now a wave of lust- and drug-magnified horror now threatened to
consume her.
Suddenly, the guy in front of her tensed and with a hard jerk shoved
deeply into her and came. For a second she stared wildly into his
animal-slitted eyes, then Danielle howled despondently as she felt the cock
throb and pump its hot flood of semen into her. Thoughts shot through her
mind in time to jetting cock: The unusual aftertaste of the Ecstasy pill...
The look in his eyes as he had lowered her onto his cock... The "emergency
condoms" in Julia's glove compartment... The orgiastic scenes starring
other girls, one of them a friend of hers... The feeling of her ass being
entered for the first time... Her cycle calendar... When was she due
next?
She felt him relax, finally allowing Danielle to weakly shove him away.
He slid wetly out of her - the reaction pushing her back into the guy doing
her rear. The unseen behind her had her top pushed up over her now and was squeezing and pinching them, using them for leverage as he
drove relentlessly up her butt while he nuzzled her neck with his mouth and
nose. She thought her ass should be screaming in pain, but it wasn't. It
was uncomfortable... No, that wasn't it either. It was very strange
though. She couldn't think that it actually felt good, could she?
Danielle tried to pull away, but then felt new, strong hands on her
thighs pulling them further open from below. They forced her to bow her
legs, simultaneously making her ass more accessible and spreading open her
cum-dripping pussy. A male face appeared below her between her legs as the
hands pushed the rest of her skirt above her waist, exposing her glowing
blonde pubic hair and creamy cunt. His grip changed, allowing him to hang
from her now widely spread thighs. The new weight pulled her down and
opened her up still more as he raised his face up to her and started
madly licking and slurping away at her. The guy in her rear picked up his
pace, thrusting harder and faster, forcing grunts from her each time his
body slapped up against her buttocks.
Danielle grabbed and pulled the hair of her fellatist, but he didn't
budge. Despite everything, it felt incredible. The guy below her had a
very talented tongue, and the shaft pounding in and out of her ass _had_ at
some uncertain point begun to feel good, then very good, even if
disgustingly perverse. The palpable force of the music drove the little
knot of three bodies on. The guy eating Danielle didn't seem to care one
bit about the copious leaking out of her. And his agile tongue felt
a kilometer long inside her. Her hips started swaying and grinding again
as he alternately teased her clit and fucked her with his prehensile
tongue. She moaned and felt herself falling into the sex again, despite a
now deep-seated sense that something was very wrong.
Without warning, the guy in her ass plowed all the way into her and
came, shoving her suddenly forward onto that long tongue. Danielle
climaxed again almost in surprise as she felt hot shoot up into her
guts. Her second was milder than the first fireworks, but but she
still throbbed and shivered as it took her. Almost as soon as he was
finished, her ass-deflowerer popped is deflating cock out of her and
disappeared. She'd never know who it was who took her anal cherry. She
didn't have time to dwell on that or take any other stock, though since
with his sudden departure, she lost her balance and staggered backwards,
half tripping over the guy tonguing her as she slipped from the grip of his
hands and lips.
A devastatingly handsome caught her fall. Without preamble,
he kissed her deeply while gently lowering her to a sitting position on an
old padded office divider or room partition, which was propped up at an
angle to the floor. Still locked with her lips, he moved around and over
her, sliding his hands down her breasts, sides and legs. He wrapped his
large hands around her ankles and spread her legs apart, bending her knees,
then moved towards her and sank his ebony shaft slowly and completely into
her without once breaking the kiss. As his cock filled her and his hands
bent and parted her legs, he pressed his kiss forward, forcing her to lie
back on the reclined partition. Danielle's eyes flashed open and then
dimmed. A blur of confused thoughts raced through her mind: a faint,
earnest inner voice telling her to run...pajama party about black
boys...where were her friends?...the in her class that had a baby last
year...Oh God!...the big dick moving into and into and into her...
The urge to struggle free died as the fat cock slid fully home in her
pussy. She flexed her hips and spread herself wider for him. Her new dark
lover began to fuck her, sliding his tool almost completely out with one
beat, and all the way in with the next. The dance rhythm was now loud and
deep - like thunder, or a giant heartbeat. The sound and the fucking were
both slow and powerful. After a while, he broke their kiss and looked down
at her. Close-cropped hair glowed green from a dye job over a face so
black she could see it only by the background it blocked out. The glowing
whites of his eyes and Cheshire-cat-grinning teeth filled the dark shape of
his head. Then that disappeared too as he lowered his face to suck and
tease her nipples, first one, then the other, then back to the first.
Danielle arched her back and let her head sink as her hips moved by
themselves to meet his pumping cock. He was uncircumcised, she realized.
His foreskin moved with a different sliding sensation inside her. The
strange new sensation made her shiver. She no longer cared where she was,
as long as whatever was happening to her didn't stop.
A fleshy shaft brushed her cheek from above and behind. The partition
she was lying on ended at her neck, and her head had been dangling over the
edge, lolling back and forth to her lover's rhythm. Bent back as she was,
she was at the perfect height and angle. Danielle shook her head and
turned away wanting to stay focused on the feelings in her and
pussy, but the cock's owner grabbed her hair and yanked, Filling her mouth
with more hard meat as she opened it in protest. Her hands moved to his
abdomen to push him away, but he just grabbed her wrists and held them to
his hips.
The two screwed Danielle from both ends. The cock in her was
fat and long, stretching and rubbing her sensitive flesh into yet another
frenzy of lust. The guy in her mouth was not too large, and she decided
that getting him off quickly might be the best thing, so she began to suck
him with some enthusiasm as the attention being paid her and forced muffled moans from her. From her inverted position, she could watch
a pair of hairy balls approaching and receding in time to the sliding of
the penis in her mouth. Beyond them, through his legs, she spied a
heavy-breasted taking five at once - one in each of her openings
and one in each hand. Two more at her like starving
babies. Danielle stared at the sight as the gentle breast-licking of her
dark lover was joined by coarser gropes, pinches, and caresses from the guy
in her mouth. Finally she felt but could not see the black stiffen, swell
inside her and cum. She shuddered as she felt more shoot deep into
her. For a few seconds, as she felt his sperm shoot into her, she felt as
utterly defenseless and vulnerable as she truly was. The pulsing heat
filling her triggered her third orgasm. A sharp twinge of barely
suppressed fear rode hot just underneath her climax as her body milked the
surging cock of its last drops. Her body shook and jerked as she crossed
her own peak, and she hard on the cock in her mouth, willing it to
come, too.
Her black lover withdrew, unseen, from her still-clutching only to
be replaced immediately by another. This prick was fat but short, dragging
and rasping her clit with each thrust. Four hands now manipulated her
breasts, the rougher handling eliciting gasps and grunts from her stuffed
mouth. The guy fucking her face finally couldn't hold it anymore and
spurted, shoving fully down her throat as he did. This took Danielle by
surprise, and she swallowed out of survival instinct, gagging and coughing
as he pulled out and vanished into the crowd. Danielle snapped her head up
to see who was inside her now. It was a chubby jock she actually
recognized from school, though she couldn't remember his name. His eyes
were closed, concentrating on his fucking. The big lug rutted for a minute
with Danielle passive under him. He quickly came inside her and left,
never once looking her in the face.
In a momentary lull, Danielle sat up and looked around, trying to clear
the cobwebs from her mind. Everyone in the room was now either naked or
nearly so, and everywhere she turned, she witnessed new orgiastic scenes of
debauchery. She caught a glimpse of the first she had seen - the
brunette. The garish lighting reflected wetly off her sweat- and
cum-covered body as she straddled an unseen guy. The had a vacant
look in her eyes, mouth open, crying out, body shaking in orgasm, stomach
muscles tightening with each spasm. Danielle's own hand drifted
unconsciously to her soaked bush, gently massaging her puffy, almost-sore
labia. She marveled with strange detachment at the quantity of slowly trickling out of her. Her stomach fluttered and she shook her head.
She didn't want to think about that right now. It was time to leave, clear
her head, and figure out what had happened.
Hands grabbed her waist from behind and pulled her up the partition till
her ass hung over the edge. A cock pushed up into her from behind -
thin but very long. This one touched and tickled the very end of her
passage as it pushed all the way in. A hand snaked around her waist and
hip to quickly frig her slit and clit, ignoring her own hands as they tried
to pull it away from her. The abrupt actions tore her from her quiet
musings. The sensations were sharp, mechanical, impersonal, and almost too
rough, but they were at the same time insistent, expert, and in the end,
utterly effective. Danielle's resolve to leave weakened as her hips began
to buck, and her trepidation rose again and then faded as the overpowering
sexual buzz returned to claim her. In a few short minutes, Danielle came
abruptly from the manipulation, whining and gulping air as her hands
gripped the edge of the partition.
She then felt herself pulled further back so that only her calves rested
on the partition, the long cock still buried in her shuddering pussy.
Hands reached up from under her and parted her legs as a studly, gorgeous
guy stood up in between them. She recognized him. It was her tie-dye
partner! - The one she had seemed to connect with earlier. He was nearly
naked now, clad only in sneakers and tight underwear - also blazingly
tie-dyed. His balls and fully erect cock poked through the underwear's
crotch-hole, pointing at her, a bright yellow and green explosion pattern
framing the turgid shaft. The two took hold of her by her waist and
under her arms. The unseen one behind her pulled out of her and sat
down on something behind him - some ledge or high chair. The pair then
lowered Danielle back onto his rod, the blunt head nuzzling into and then
penetrating her ass as they pulled her down onto it. She gasped for
breath, but put up no resistance, staring deeply, lustily into her
reclaimed partner's eyes. She felt like part of the music, like part of
the dance floor, like part of the two men. Like the sound, she was going
to surround and envelop them. It suddenly seemed only right.
They settled her ass fully onto the one cock, until she was mostly
sitting on the guy's lap. This one was much deeper in her than the first
cock in her rear had been. It was momentarily uncomfortable, but she
accommodated more rapidly than she would have believed. The guy in front
took his cock in one fist, aimed it at Danielle's spread, open pussy, and
drove forward. She gasped as it went in and in and in. It was the biggest
thing she had taken inside her so far. It filled her completely -
squeezing out her own juices and those that had been deposited in her by
others, until it bumped into the end of her passage with a thump she
thought she could hear. Danielle's mind finally shut down, banishing the
echoes of alarm and anxiety to a vanishing corner. Her body went
completely limp, and she gave herself totally to the sensation. A
combination of lifting, sinking, rolling movements ensued, filling and
emptying her entire body. The two cocks plowed in and out of her -
sometimes one out while the other in, sometimes both filling her together
making her wince. Air was forced out of her lungs when both their bodies
slapped up against hers. Her rippling inner muscles worked automatically,
squeezing the intruders, adding to her own pleasure.
The guy in her ass came in a few grinding minutes, and Danielle moaned
softly as the increasingly familiar liquid feeling spread up her gut.
After another minute, her tie-dye pulled her up off that deflating
cock and more fully onto his own. Now she held onto him for dear life. He
cupped her buttocks in his strong hands and danced away from their
location, pumping her up and down on his pole as he moved across the floor.
Danielle locked her legs around his waist and wrapped her arms around his
upper back. Sometimes he pushed Danielle's body up and let gravity drag
her hungry back down onto him, sometimes he changed his grip and
literally picked her up and shoved her down on his cock. Each time the he
bottomed out inside her, she let out a little yelp. She nuzzled into his
bare, smooth chest as if to hide, the fucking overwhelming her once again.
She rose again and started cumming with continuous spastic contractions -
her constricting around his shaft over and over as she sank down on it
again and again. This time she couldn't seem to stop - her orgasm only
continued and intensified. Danielle sank deeper onto the raging cock as
she milked it, cumming and cumming with the music, with the dance, with all
the boys... The penis felt like it was spearing up into her stomach, her
throat... She felt him swell and explode against the entrance to her womb
and still she came. The strobe lights kicked on and everything dissolved
into flashes. His grip on her loosened and she fell back away from him
into a lightning storm...
Danielle's awareness surfaced sporadically from then on...
...Tongues licked all over her - up her twat, her ass, on her breasts,
in her mouth...
...A thin cock slid down her throat while the rigid pole she sat on
geysered up her ass...
...Fucked in front and back again, lying back on the one in her ass (the
same one?) while staring up at the grinning Indian guy sliding in and out
her pussy...
...Lying on blankets or clothes, the taste of a cum-drenched at
her lips and female hands and mouth on her and clit while another rod
fucked her...
...On hands and knees, two cocks slamming back and forth in her mouth
and pussy. One in, the other out, feeling like they were connected
completely through her. Back and forth until the both shoved all the way
in and filled her belly with white froth...
...Every second was a blue-white haze, a driving beat, and an
interminable cum. Fuck by fuck, throb by throb, the universe swirled and
faded into a black-light buzz...
--
Danielle woke up sore and alone in a corner of the quiet warehouse. It
was a bright, late morning. An coat had been draped over her where she
lay on the pile of packing blankets. She looked around. There was no sign
remaining that there had ever been a rave in this place, everything was
taken down. The warehouse looked as derelict as it ever had.
Danielle assessed her situation. Under the coat, she found her clothing
was still disheveled and pushed back to expose everything. Her were missing and, she presumed, unrecoverable. Though sweat- and
cum-soaked, her outfit was at least still in complete and reasonably
serviceable. Upon looking around, she found the place nearly deserted. A
few individuals were sacked out in various corners, none of them the
friends she came with. She presumed they'd left without her.
Danielle collected herself, arranged her clothes as best she could and
walked gingerly, a bit bowlegged, towards the one remaining porta-john.
Her and ass felt sore, yet liquid, and she felt various fluids ooze
slowly out of her and down her thighs as she walked. Thank goodness the
lavatory was still relatively clean inside. It took her a while to clean
up. Above the sink in the warehouse wall, the warped mirror showed her
makeup had given up the ghost, but she did her best to remove the worst of
it. She headed for the exit, mind slowly spinning. She wondered, among
other things, how she'd get home.
As she approached the open door, she saw a sleeping couple off to one
side, The small lay on top of a massive black guy. A stained blanket
had been thrown over them, but it covered them poorly. Danielle saw the
girl's thin, shapely legs straddling the prone man's trunk-like middle.
Her pale, round rear-end rested slightly upturned. Underneath, his cock -
fat and hard even in slumber - buried itself deep in her stretched snatch.
One of his hands rested possessively on her blanketed back. Her head
rested in the tight curls of his chest hair, a small smile on her lips.
Danielle stopped - it was Riku. She was messy looking, short hair matted
with sweat and cum, makeup smeared. Even so, she looked strangely pretty,
sensual even, Danielle thought. Had Riku found the room the same way she
had? Had she known about it all along and gone in intentionally? Danielle
wanted to ask her so many things. Both Riku and her partner seemed to be
in deep sleep, and in the end Danielle couldn't bring herself to wake her
friend, much less ask her questions, just now.
She blinked in the brightness as she left the building. She thought
about how awful she must look in the light of day. She didn't notice the
bouncer-dockworker type lounging near the entrance until he he'd walked
right up in front of her, holding out a plastic card with the techno-symbol
logo of the rave production company printed on it.
"Free admission any time you want. Bring a friend or three. There's a
couple cabs around the corner two docks up." He pointed it out to her.
"You need fare?"
Danielle looked at him blankly for a moment before putting meaning to
the words. She remembered putting her purse in Julia's trunk last night.
She nodded. The handed her a folded up 20.
"Hellova show, missy. You come back, y'hear?" He smiled, winked at her
and strolled off.
Three cabs were waiting where he said they'd be. Danielle fell into
one, mumbled her address, and then leaned back in the seat. She unfolded
the 20 to pay, and realized it was wrapped around more paper. Eyes wide,
she separated out a real one thousand-dollar bill - and a short note on
white paper.
"Great debut! We hope you will continue to party and partner with us in
the future. With your talent, the mutual rewards will only increase." The
note was signed with a hand drawn version of the logo, below which were a
time and address in the warehouse district - next week's rave.
Danielle headed home, still a little dazed, turning the plastic card in
her hand. She needed to talk to Riku.
End
-------- Gang Rave by Monocle
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