and wouldn’t listen to the boys pleas of innocence.  Peter’s parents were told but fortunately for him they didn’t punish him too severely, temporarily stopping his allowance.  Jack however, received a very painful spanking with a belt from his Dad and was grounded in the evenings.

Jack and Peter were fed up with Alison’s behaviour and plotted revenge against her.  Jack set up his Dad’s video camera in Alison’s room when he knew her boyfriend, Mark, was coming over that afternoon.  It was the holidays and Jack’s parents both worked.  Jack went out with Peter, so they had the house to themselves.  Jack knew they’d fuck each other, he had heard them plenty of times before.

Sure enough, when Jack was able to retrieve the video later that day, he had perfectly caught his sister in all sorts of compromising positions with Mark. This was fantastic news.  Obviously, he had to jack off to the sights in front of him, she may have been his sister, but seeing her get fucked was a sight to behold.

The next day Peter came over as usual and they went to Alison who was in the living room, Mark was working today and so he wouldn’t be over.  They said they’d like to watch a video on the TV.  Alison was reading so she didn’t object, until she saw what they were watching. 

She was furious and called Jack and Peter every name she could think of and demanded the video but Jack pointed out that it wasn’t the only copy.  They laughed her off and she knew they had her banged to rights. 

“Are you gonna show it to Mum and Dad then?” Alison asked.

“That depends” said Jack.  “You’ve always been a complete bitch to me and I’ve taken many a punishment for you, now it’s your turn”. Alison looked worried. Jack continued, “first off, you're gonna get naked and take a firm bare bottom hand spanking from Peter and me, then you’re gonna blow us both”. 

“Fuck off” she said, somewhat predictably, “you’re my brother, I aint touching you and there’s no way I’m putting Peter’s cock in my mouth either”. Jack and Peter hadn’t expected her to go for this, they knew it was too much but they were now able to negotiate.  She hadn’t argued against the spanking which was all they really expected to get, so that was great news.  “Ok then” said Jack, “you let me jack off over your tits and then you jack Peter off over your tits, twice each”. 

“Twice?” she said.  “Well the first time we’ll probably cum a bit too quickly and we want to get our moneys worth!” Jack said.  Alison thought about this for a moment and then said, reluctantly “ok, but I want all the copies of that recording first”.

The boys were shell-shocked, they hadn’t expected this, they just wanted to spank her bare ass, now they were getting much more.  Jack showed her the copies being wiped, agreeing to hand over the original when they were done.

“Go to your room” said Jack and we’ll be up in 30 minutes.  “30!” Alison exclaimed.  “Yep, I want you to think about what’s coming for a good half hour”.  Alison nodded and left the room. 

Jack and Peter smiled broadly at each other and proceeded with their plan.  They wanted to ensure they didn’t cum too quickly and so they went to Jack’s room and wanked themselves off, twice.  It was weird doing it front of each other but the thought of what was to come was too enticing.

They made her wait but after about 40 minutes passed they entered Alison’s bedroom to find her sat on her bed looking very apprehensive. 

“Stand up” Jack instructed.  Jack and Peter moved to the bed and sat down as Alison stood up.  “OK, first take off all your clothes” Jack said, “All of them?” Alison enquired pleadingly but knowing the answer.  “Of course, that’s what you agreed to” Jack reminded her.

Alison stood in front of them and placed her hands at the bottom of her t-shirt and swiftly pulled it over her head revealing her huge titties confined within a somewhat ill fitting bra, flesh spilling out over the edges.  “Jesus Christ!” exclaimed Jack, you’ll have to get mom and dad to get you a bra that fits properly!”  Alison smiled mockingly and proceeded to undo her skirt and let it fall to the floor.  She stood nervously in front of them in her bra and panties

The boys just sat there as she reached behind her back to undo her bra. Then she reached to the front cups and held for a second before she pulled the bra away to reveal her perfect, huge, firm tits with very prominent nipples.  “Fucking Hell, they’re magnificent” Jack gasped. “Unbelievable” Peter stammered, finally speaking.  Alison smiled sheepishly.

Alison then moved her hands to her panties and hooked her fingers in the sides, she then bent down in front of the boys and quickly took them off, giving them a fantastic view of her huge dangling tits.  They both wanted to reach out and touch them but they knew that wasn’t part of the deal.  Alison stood up and the boys didn’t know whether to look at her fantastic tits or trimmed pussy.

“Alright, lets get going” Jack finally said a little shakily.  Peter you first.  Peter stood up “Turn around” he said to Alison and she did to reveal her perfect, curvaceous firm ass for the first time.  Peter tapped her ass lightly “It almost seems a shame to spank something as lovely as this” as he ran his hand over her ass. The feeling was incredible, he was fondling the ass of the most beautiful, spectacular unattainable girl at school, or anywhere!  Jack watched Peter and couldn’t believe it either.  “Hey, no funny business” Alison protested.  “Just warming it up babe” Peter replied.

“OK, bend over and place your hands on the dresser” Peter instructed.  Alison did what she was told, waiting for the inevitable.  He stood at Alison’s side and placed his hand on her ass again, running it all over her cheeks.  He drew his hand back and brought it down.  He didn’t smack her very hard but he left his hand there.  They had earlier decided not to go too hard in case she changed her mind about what was to follow.  He would have been quite happy just to fondle her ass but he eventually remembered what he was doing and started to smack her ass repeatedly, gradually harder each time, and each time ensuring that his hand copped a good feel. 

After a while he said to Jack “man, you gotta have a go with this ass!”.  Jack smiled and replaced Peter, immediately placing his hand on his sister’s ass, giving it a good feel. “Christ, you really do have a great ass Ally, and I thought you were all about your tits!”  What a feeling this was, which alone nearly made up for all the crap he had had to put with from her.  He spanked her harder than intended and she made protestations that it hurt but Jack wasn’t deterred, remembering the many spankings he had endured. 

Alison protested for him to stop but he didn’t think he could it he wanted to until a thought entered his head.  “The only way I’ll ease up is if you’ll give us both some time on your tits” he said and with that he brought his hand down with his hardest slap yet.  “Fucking hell! How long?” Alison cried. “A minute each” Jack replied somewhat in shock.  “30 seconds “Alison responded.  Jack agreed, he would have settled for 10!

“I can’t believe I’m gonna let my brother suck my tits” Alison exclaimed as she stood up, tears running down her face but she was secretly grateful that the spanking had not been as severe as she had expected, it had actually been quite exciting in a strange way she didn’t fully understand.  “Close your eyes” Jack said “you’ll never know who is doing it, maybe it’ll be Peter for the full minute”.  “Yeah right, I’ve seen the way you always stare at my tits” Alison said.  Jack flushed a little.

Alison closed her eyes, Jack looked at Peter and they both smiled at each other.  Then Jack took his sister’s tits in his hands. The feeling was indescribable, these tits that he had lusted after for so long were finally his. Alison immediately started counting to 30 so realising the clock was ticking he lowered his head and started sucking furiously on her nipple, bowling the other massive tit in his hand as he sucked away.  It was noticeable that Alison’s voice became a little shaky as she counted, could she be enjoying it, Jack wondered.  In no time 30 seconds were up and Peter took his turn, his mouth now exploring the best tits he’d ever seen.  Again Alison’s count was a little breathless but 30 came and she pushed him away.  “You look a little flushed” Jack said to her.  “So do you” she said right back.

“OK then” Jack stammered, I guess this is as good a time as any for me to jack off on your tits!”.  He motioned for Alison to sit on the bed, which she did.  He took his clothes off and walked over and stood in front of her, unable to believe how he came to be standing in front of his beautiful, naked, sexy sister, who was gonna let him explode all over her huge tits. Alison was somewhat startled by his size, a good 6 inches, maybe more she thought, bigger than Mark anyway.  She prepared herself and he started to wank.  Although he had only wanked off twice only minutes before, the subsequent events of the day soon gave him a familiar feeling but he resisted with all his might.  “Jesus Jack, are you gonna cum or what” Alison said.  “Sorry sis, I guess you’re not as hot as you think!” Alison cast a glance at Peter and then, shocking them both, she took her brother’s cock in her hand and proceeded to wank him.  Jack couldn’t believe it, his sister was holding his cock!  Surprisingly, she wasn’t very good at a hand job and Jack felt the need to cum subside a little.  “Are you gay or something?!” Alison said at him.  “Actually sis, your technique needs a little work”.  “Does it now?” she said mockingly and she didn’t know why but the affront of the insult was too much and with that she put her brother’s cock in her mouth and proceeded to suck him off.

Jack nearly collapsed with shock, Peter’s jaw hit the ground.  This was too much for Jack and he exploded into his sister’s mouth.  Alison let him finish and then she swallowed the lot!  Jack looked at her blankly.  “My technique bad there as well was it?” she said mockingly. Jack couldn’t speak, he just shook his head.  Peter’s mind was boggled.  He’d just watched Alison blow her brother in front of him.

Peter eagerly jumped to his feet, quickly stripped to reveal a decent 5 inch cock, and moved Jack out of the way, “Christ is she gonna blow me too” he thought to himself.  Alison seemed to ponder things as she looked up at Peter.  She started wanking him in the hope he would cum quickly after what he’d seen but he didn’t.  Peter was praying for a blow job so he was desperate not to cum but it was so hard.  He closed his eyes and tried to think of anything but this goddess wanking him made it so hard.  Then Peter felt something strange, his cock felt damp.  He opened his eyes and looked down to see his cock impaled in Alison’s mouth.  Many thoughts rushed through his mind at once, this incredible stunner who he would never, ever have a chance with in the real world was sucking his cock, just because he happened to be friends with Jack and had been lucky enough to be the guy who stayed over on that night when Alison took the whiskey. He hadn’t even been punished badly for it, it was pure luck that he was in this position, he had done nothing to deserve it, he had felt up and spanked her ass, he had sucked her tits, been wanked by her, and now he was getting his first blow job.  He instantly unloaded a tonne of cum into Alison’s mouth.

Jack had recovered himself by now and had plotted some more.  “OK, sis, blow him again” he said.  “What, you’re out of your mind” she shouted.  “You agreed to let us cum twice each, its not Peter’s fault your handjob was so bad he couldn’t cum. Sure you can give him another handjob but I think we’d be here until next week before we’re done. The choice is yours, if you want the original of the tape, but he’s gotta cum again, as have I”.  Alison was in something of a state by now and not really capable of constructing a coherent argument so she quietly nodded her consent.  “Sit on the bed Pete” Jack instructed, “I want to see her on all fours in front of you.”

Peter sat down and Alison got down on the floor, his cock not even having gone limp yet and now it wasn’t going to!  She realised a handjob was not going to work so she immediately started blowing him again.  Jack admired the view from behind his sister, looking at her ass as her head bobbed up and down on Peter’s cock.

Jack moved behind his sister and gave her ass a gentle smack, leaving his hand resting on her rear.  He continued to fondle his sister’s ass and she made no move to stop him.  He gently manoeuvred his hand between his sister’s legs and could feel her pussy “Christ Ally” he remarked, “you’re wetter than an ocean!”  “Please don’t Jack” she said taking Peter’s cock out of her mouth, but this was too much for Jack.  It was clear to him now that she must have been enjoying all of this too, he was so caught up in his own pleasure he hadn’t considered why Alison had been such a surprisingly willing participant.  Jack made an instant decision, he was going to lose his virginity.

Jack mouthed to Peter to put his cock back in her mouth and to hold her shoulders down.  He forced his sister’s legs apart and held her hips firmly as he positioned himself for entry.  Alison cried for him not to do it but while her words were saying no, she wasn’t really making that much physical effort to extricate herself from the situation, or was it that they were too strong for her, Jack didn’t know and frankly at this moment in time he didn’t care.

Jack entered his sister’s tight pussy and started to pound away, with increasingly harder strokes.  It was the greatest feeling of his life and he knew he wouldn’t last long.  Peter continued to hold her down and, to his surprise Alison was still sucking him off. 

Peter hoped above all hope that Jack was going him to let him fuck her too.  Sure enough, it was only seconds before Jack emptied himself into his sister.  Then Jack said “Your turn then mate, lets swap positions!”.  Alison again uttered words of protest but there was either no fight left in her or she really was enjoying it, Jack couldn’t decide which and still didn’t care.

They repositioned themselves with Alison remaining on all fours, Peter entered his first pussy and Alison took Jack’s cock back into her mouth.  It was only seconds of hard thrusts into this pussy before Peter exploded in a blaze of ecstasy.

Jack wasn’t about to cum again yet so he decided he’d have another go in his sister’s pussy.  He picked Alison up and laid her on the bed.  Alison was crying but her protests had ended, she had accepted her fate, it seemed.  Jack climbed aboard and proceeded to fuck her again.    Her face was right in front of his, her eyes were closed, so he kissed her.  Alison didn’t kiss back but she didn’t pull her head away either.  After a while of fucking his sister with his tongue in her mouth, she become much more receptive and although she didn’t explore Jack’s mouth with her tongue there was no doubt that she was kissing her brother back.  It didn’t take very long for Jack to come once more into his sister. 

Peter looked at the beautiful girl laid on the bed and then back at Jack.  Jack smiled and shrugged.  Peter moved on top of Alison and started to kiss her beautiful mouth. He would have been happy just to be kissing this beauty, but he knew she wasn’t going to stop him fucking her again so he slipped his cock back into her moist pussy.  It was some kind of dreamland he never knew existed.  Needless to say he didn’t last very long before cumming again.

Jack decided that enough was enough and they left Alison lying on her bed. “Thanks sis” he said as he closed the door behind him, throwing the tape at her. Jack and Peter didn’t speak for a while, they were both in a state of shock.  “I’d better go” Peter finally said.  Jack nodded and said “don’t tell anyone about this”. Peter agreed.  After a while of sitting on the couch thinking about what had transpired, Jack began to feel remorse, he and his mate had just raped his sister, hadn’t they?  True she didn’t really seem to resist but it was still rape wasn’t it, he could be facing jail, he thought, not to mention alienation from his family.  He heard his Mom’s car pull into the drive. 

His Mom asked him how he was and she proceeded to make dinner.  Jack waved off his usual “fine” response. Soon after, he heard his sister come down the stairs.  She had just showered.  She didn’t look at Jack. The tension was palpable.

 “Have you two been fighting again?” the mother asked.  Neither Jack nor Alison answered and she knew that they must have, it wasn’t unusual. 

The evening passed uneventfully, they both spent most of the evening in their rooms, Jack terrified of the consequences if Alison confessed.  He barely slept that night.

Jack got up just before his mom left for work, his dad having left much earlier, and she made him a cup of tea.  “Take this up to your sister for me will you honey?” his mom asked “I have to go now”.  Jack nodded and crept up to his sister’s room.

He knocked lightly on the door, “Ally, I’ve got a cup of tea for you”.  He opened to door to find his sister awake.  He put the tea down and sat on the bed.  “What are you doing” she asked angrily.  “I’m sorry sis” he said sadly.  “I’m sorry about yesterday, it all got way out of hand.  Are you gonna tell?”  “What about how you and Pete raped me you mean” she retorted.  “Oh come on, rapes a bit strong isn’t it” Jack replied, knowing it wasn’t, but he felt his more usual feelings for his sister coming to the fore “you were a pretty willing participant”.  “I was powerless” she said.  “Bullshit, you could have stopped it any time but I think you enjoyed it, I think you liked two guys using you.  I don’t think Mark can satisfy you, can he?”

“He doesn’t have as big a cock as either you or Pete, no” she said quietly, looking Jack straight in the eye and taking him completely by surprise.  Jack didn’t know what came over him but he leaned over and kissed his sister hard on the lips. Alison broke away “what are you doing” she said a little breathlessly but he kissed her again, deeper, longer and this time she kissed him back and thrust her tongue into his mouth.  He moved his hands under the blanket to her breasts, massaging them through her night shirt.  He lifted her shirt up over her breasts and worked his way back down to those magnificent objects of his obsession, sucking, licking and kissing every inch.  He repositioned himself on top of her and kissed her mouth again as he lowered himself into her willing pussy. Alison groaned and they fucked rhythmically.  Jack came in seconds once more, but Alison held him inside her as they kissed and soon enough they were fucking again. Longer, harder and with more passion than ever before.  They thrust firmly against each other and Jack knew that he didn’t have long to last when the text tone for his mobile phone that was in his trousers that were discarded at the foot of the bed went off.  The shock of this sound pushed Jack over the edge and he once more emptied himself into his sister.  They lay next to each other, Jack exhausted but Alison had other ideas.  She moved on top of Jack and moved her head to his cock, kissing and sucking every inch.  Jack was in heaven and this time he was able to savour his sister’s very skilful blow job, and her long slow. Deep sucks.  Soon she decided she needed more and she climbed on top of Jack and rode him cowgirl.  Jack now had a new perception of heaven, looking up at his sister’s big tits swaying as she bounced furiously on his cock.  Soon, another load of cum exploded into his sister and they lay side by side, both exhausted now. 

Jack’s phone went off again and he looked at his messages. “They’re from Pete” he said “ he wants to know if everything is ok!”

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Her breasts looked so full and firm I couldn’t believe it.  They must have been a D cup, maybe DD, and they way they wiggled about in that dress, it was clear that they were not supported by a bra.  My breath was taken away, how could I not have noticed these before?!  However, my fatherly instincts kicked in and I created huge a fuss about letting her out of the house dressed like that.  My wife, who clearly still saw her as I had done only minutes before, told me in no uncertain times how stupid I was being, Tessa told me she hated me, and they both stormed out of the house to drive Tessa and her friend, our neighbour two doors down, to the party.

 

I felt bad about the fight but also confused, my Tessa had looked so hot, I was still in a state of shock, which I knew contributed to my over-reaction.  Throughout the evening, images and thoughts of Tessa kept entering my head. I tried to fight them but I couldn’t.  I knew then that I wanted to fuck my daughter and I had to try and see if I could.

 

Tessa was being brought home by our neighbour and I waited up for her, my wife having always been an early to bed woman.  I didn’t know what I was going to do but I wanted to speak to her and see how it went.

 

Tessa came in around 10pm, still looking hotter than ever. and I asked if she had had a good time.  It was clear that she hadn’t and she was still frosty with me.  I apologised to her and after a while she forgave me and became more chatty.  She was sitting across from me and I knew that if I wasn’t staring at her breasts I was staring at her legs.  She must have noticed too.

 

After a short while it was clear that her miserable evening was as a result of her lack of success in getting this boy, Alan, to show any interest in her.  I knew that this was my best opportunity to steer the conversation in the direction I wanted.

 

I told Tessa that I thought Alan must have been blind or an idiot not to want to be with her and I told her how beautiful and sexy she looked tonight.  Tessa chuckled to herself and offered her thanks or my compliment.  I confessed to her that it was how she looked tonight that had caused my bad reaction earlier, that I had found it hard to accept what an incredibly beautiful young woman she had become, and I threw in an off the cuff remark about her having a smoking hot body!  She laughed but also turned a little red in the cheeks, however, she was clearly pleased to continue to receive my compliments.

 

I took it a step further, I asked her to stand up to show me how lovely she now was.  “Daaaad!” she exclaimed, clearly a little embarrassed, but nonetheless she stood up.  I motioned for her to twirl and she did, giving me a lovely view of her ass. 

 

I held out my hands and she walked towards me, her breasts bouncing so tantalisingly, and took my hands in hers.    I broke the grip and placed my hands on her waist, shaking my head and telling her that I couldn’t believe how beautiful she had become.  I said to her that soon no man was going to be able to resist her.  I said “Look at you Tess, you’re as pretty as picture, you’ve got a perfect figure, great breasts, lovely legs and a fantastic ass!”  It was as I said the word ass I moved my hands from her waist and cupped each ass cheek through her dress, gently squeezing.  She laughed, “Dad!” she again exclaimed, but she just stood there in front of me, smiling, with my hands on her ass.  I was smiling back up at her as if this was the most natural thing in the world. 

 

Tessa broke the silence, “Dad, your hands are on my ass!” she smiled in a jokey manner.  “Yeah, I know” I replied “do you mind?”.  She smiled and shook her head sheepishly.  I said “How about now?” and I moved my hands down her legs a little and then back up and under her dress this time.  Tessa inhaled in a mock shock kind of way but she still didn’t move away.  My hands were now on fondling that perfect ass through a pair of flimsy panties.   My hands explored the edges of her bare ass cheek and the finer curves through her panties.  Tessa still didn’t object.  We were both still smiling at each other.

 

Nothing further was said and I broke the stalemate by moving my hands under her panties and onto her bare ass cheeks.  Oh my god, the feeling was incredible, sitting there, my daughter stood in front of me, and I was fondling her bare ass!  “You don’t mind do you?”, I said to her.  Tessa shook her head, “No” she quietly replied.

 

I decided I need to take it further.  I said to her “why don’t you give your old man a nice little kiss to show there’s no hard feelings for earlier”.  She laughed and gave me nice little kiss on the lips.  I said to her “That was a daddy/daughter kiss, why don’t you let me see how lucky Alan would have got if he had had half a brain”.  She laughed and seemed to think about it for a second before saying “OK” quietly and then bending down and kissing me long and full on the lips.  She gently moved her tongue into my mouth, I didn’t press it, I let her kiss me how she wanted, while still fondling her ass.  It was an amazing feeling, our mouths locked together in a deep passionate kiss.

 

She was kissing me far longer than I expected so I decided to take a chance and tear one hand away from her ass and onto her breast, through her dress. Tessa didn’t protest or stop kissing me. 

 

It was me who decided to break the kiss.  I told her how much I enjoyed it and that Alan didn’t know what he was missing!   She laughed again.  I said that I hoped that she wouldn’t have let Alan fondle her up like I had!  She laughed, “maybe” she said cheekily.   I expressed mock shock and asked if she would have taken off her dress for Alan.  “No way” she said most defiantly, which pleased me immensely.

 

I asked her if she would take her dress off for me.  She looked down at me and nodded her head.  My excitement was at fever pitch and she reached behind her and unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the ground.  The sight of her firm proud breasts standing to attention right in front of me was breathtaking.  Stood in front of me in only her panties, I shook my head as if I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, which I couldn’t.  I cupped both her breasts.  They were so smooth, so firm, the way only a teenage girls can be.  I gently rubbed each nipple with my thumbs before I could not wait any more and took a breast in my mouth.  I began sucking and kissing each perfect breast, moving my hands back to her perfect ass as well. 

 

Tessa was making appreciative noises.  I broke away from her breasts, stood up, and kissed her long and deep, my tongue this time exploring her mouth.  I moved down to kiss her neck “Daddy”, Tessa said, a little breathlessly, I looked at her “yes sweetheart?” I responded.  “Are you going to fuck me?”

 

I broke away from her, it was quite shock to hear her say these words, but my god it was the biggest turn on of all time. I nearly came on the spot.   “Do you want me to?”, I stammered.  She nodded her head slowly, “Yes” was all she said.

 

I kissed her again and we moved down to the floor. I worked my way down her body, kissing every beautiful square inch. I reached her panties and inched them down, getting my first view of her pussy.  I gently massaged her for a while before I went down on her virgin pussy, gently easing a finger inside her.  I decided that she was as ready as she was going to be and I positioned myself to enter her.  She was so tight but I gently broke her in before getting up a full head of steam.  It wasn’t long though before I came an ocean inside her.

 

Afterwards, we lay next to each other on the floor, my head spinning with what we had done, I had no idea how Tessa felt but from the strange smile on her face she looked content.  I decided to see if she was willing to do a little more for her old man.  I asked her how she was, she said that she felt great … music to my ears.

 

I asked her if she wanted to do it again and she smiled and nodded.  I said “OK but I’m not 18 anymore, you’ll have to give me a minute” I paused a second “unless you want to lend me a helping hand”.  “What do you mean?” she enquired but I think she knew where I was headed.  “Well sweetheart, my little soldier” (don’t ask me where that came from, it just came out of my mouth!)) “needs a little encouragement to go again.  If you’d like to give him a little kiss or 2 I’m sure he’ll be ready to go again in no time”.  Tessa smiled and looked down at my cock, she took it gently in her hand and started stroking it, then without hesitation she repositioned herself and started to kiss my cock.  It didn’t take her long before she turned her kisses into a long slow suck, taking all of my cock deep into her mouth.  I was in place far above heaven, looking down to see my cock slipping in and out of that beautiful young mouth.

 

After some time I was ready again and although I could have came in her mouth I figured I would save that pleasure for another time, right now I needed to fuck her again.  I told her I was ready and she moved on top of me and kissed me long and hard, positioning her pussy over my cock.  She lowered herself on top of me and started to ride me.  Looking up at that beautiful face and those incredible tits was the greatest sight I had ever seen.  She was clearly enjoying this as much as me and it was surprisingly, and a little annoyingly, quickly before I unleashed another load inside of her.

 

By now I was completely spent and we agreed that we better go to bed, sadly not together.  Whilst laying in bed next to my wife thinking about what Tessa and I had done, it occurred to me that I hadn’t fucked her from behind, so that I could admire that beautiful ass from the best possible view.   Again, I figured that could wait until next time, because there damn well was going to be a next time. Maybe I could even persuade her to let me admire that ass in the best possible way, if you know what I mean!

 

occasionally catch a glimpse of the
white lace panties barely hidden 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 old 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 tale 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
girls 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 older 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 brother 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 guys 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 hidden 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 guys
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 movie 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 young men.

After some time circulating, she caught the glance of an
attractive guy maybe a few years older 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 shirt and shorts
showed a stark contrast in dress to her sleek, animal
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 barn
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 breasts or
thighs. Perhaps it is the small crowd of guys 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 brunette in black leather halter
and hotpants bumped and ground with two or three guys 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 Asian
girl 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 girl 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 girl 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 girl _was_ naked! And she was giving a blowjob to a
skinny white guy in front of her while a broad-
shouldered black man 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 breasts 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 man now held her upside-down, her hair
trailing almost to the floor. Her shirt 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, sucking 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 girl 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 Asian
waif - and the brunette she had first seen were now both
unclothed, kissing and fondling each other's breasts on
the raised platform - really a table with a heap of
packing blankets on top.

The brunette was on her back, being fucked by a guy
missionary style, the Asian was on all fours over her,
being poled from behind doggy-style by a mustachioed man
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 pussy entrance, realizing finally that
somehow her panties 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 thick 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 immeasurable 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 guys 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 young 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 tits 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 guys 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 pussy 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
man behind her had her top pushed up over her breasts
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
pussy 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 spunk 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 pussy 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 spunk shoot up into her guts.
Her second cum was milder than the first fireworks, 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 black man 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 stories about black boys...where were her friends?
...the girl 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 breasts 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 men screwed Danielle from both ends. The cock in
her pussy 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 pussy and tits 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 blond taking five
guys at once - one in each of her openings and one in
each hand. Two more guys sucked at her tits 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 jism
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 snatch 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 sucked hard
on the cock in her mouth, willing it to come, too.

Her black lover withdrew, unseen, from her still-
clutching pussy 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
girl she had seen - the brunette. The garish lighting
reflected wetly off her sweat- and cum-covered body as
she straddled an unseen guy.

The girl 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 spunk 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 pussy 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 guys took hold of her by her waist and
under her arms. The unseen one behind her pulled out of
her cunt 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 stud 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 pussy
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 cunt 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 pussy at her lips and female hands and mouth on
her pussy 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 old 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 panties 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 pussy 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 girl 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 man
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