Orgy on the Rave party

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 blond
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 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 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 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 the 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.