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Subject: {ASSM} Gang Rave - M+/F+ ~nc +oral +anal [Monocle]
Date: Fri,  8 Dec 2000 09:10:02 -0500
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	If you're under 18, don't read this story. Skip or erase the file. If 
you're over 18, you can officially decide for yourself.
	The following is a work of total fiction containing scenes of graphic 
marginally consensual sex. This story includes anal, oral, multiple 
partners, and generally unsafe sex, and takes place in a fantasy world where 
STD's are not a concern.
	Content is my own (Monocle), copyright 2000, (as are the typos, and 
spelling & grammar errors), and any resemblance to persons or events living 
or dead or stories already written is purely coincidence.
	The reader is free and welcome to copy and circulate these stories within 
free legal forums, as long as this disclaimer is included and no alterations 
to it or the story are made.
	Hope you like it.
	Monocle

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Gang Rave (M+/F+, nc? +anal, +oral)
by Monocle (Monocle_o@NOTTHIS.hotmail.com)
           (www.asstr-mirror.org ftp site)
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	Danielle is no stranger to the rave
scene, but this night she stumbles into a
section of the floor where the bump and
grind goes to the next level.

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Gang Rave
by Monocle

	Danielle's skin glowed an eerie blue-white, the natural appearance of her 
pale, almost-white complexion under black light. She intentionally 
heightened the effect with white-ish makeup and powders that would look 
pretty garish in the light of day. Her "New Wave" style eye shadow swept 
back from her eyes and glowed bright blue with her similarly colored lips 
below the brilliant yellow-gold of fluorescing platinum 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 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 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

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Gang Rave
by Monocle





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