The music was bumping. Some people had left but all my crew was jumping, grinding, dancing to fantastic music.
The light flickered, beamed and twinkled everywhere.
Marcella, especially, was having a great time. She was dancing against me, rubbing her pelvis into mine, holding my hips making sure she felt every part of my ridiculous boner on her barely covered snatch. At one point, Luc, in his tiny soccer shorts, was pushing my butt into Marcella with HIS pelvis.
Marcella turned me around and had me grind Luc's cock. I pulled him close by his leather strap to kiss him knowing that the strap only lifted his dick onto mine.
We were all really feeling the X. More hands, more skin and absolutely more grinding. It was luscious, delicious and unbelievably sexy.
Robert Palmer's 'addicted to love' was blaring through the speakers making us even hornier.
"Another kiss and you'll be mine," Marcella was singing into my face.
Kristina moved into our movement and screamed "You're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love". We were all singing that hymn.
And then the song melted into the 'Love shack' from the B-52. This DJ knew his stuff.
"Glitter on the porch, glitter on the highway". Everybody was getting closer together dancing in an erotic, undulating mosh-pit. My body was being bumped, pushed and slithered on by buns, protruding bulges and all kinds of girl parts. It was clear we were utterly rolling together.
Cindy Lauper started singing "Girls just want to have fun" and I saw Neomi, Kristina and Marcella sing every verse. My wife, behind Kristina, snaked her hand between her legs unmistakably rubbing Kristina's pussy, while Neomi pulled Kristina's tiny skirt up for all to see. "Girls just wanna have fun".
Oh, it was salacious.
The DJ morphed the sound to the next song. As it started I went wild. Bronski Beat's 'Smalltown Boy" was filling our ears. I remembered how much Luc and I used to freak-out to that song. "Run away, turn away..." We even had a little routine back then. Sure enough, he came up to me and we tried to reenact it.
Folks were hollering and clapping. When it was over we bowed and gave each other a big, wet kiss on the lips.
We all drank tons of water because the effects of that little pill kept lifting us higher. At some point I had to pee. I didn't even know where the bathroom was. So I danced away from the crowd down a hallway I've never been. There, halfway down was a cute, lit-up sign saying 'WC', something you would have seen in an old train station.
And just across from the door was an 'art work' that had me in stitched, but it also fucking turned me on. It was a 3-D, totally realistic assembly of hard dicks and scrotums, neatly placed in a row of 6 across and 4 down. Each attached to a square tile jutting straight at the viewer. Sorry, not all 'straight', more like pointing in all kinds of directions. Fucking delicious! They were all replicas of various men - men, Paul and Jay appeared to know because their names were edged neatly above on the tile. There was Paul's, his giant cock was obviously easy to spot. Carlo's curved banana was another one I immediately found.
I mean, best.art.ever! Underneath was a sign encouraging the admirers to touch. Well, of course I had to! I mean the details were fascinating me to no end. And being high ... who wouldn't want to closely examine 24 unique erects cocks. ... I must have spent more than 5 minutes just marveling.
Suddenly, the bathroom door flew open and Jay came out, hugged me from the back, reached down and said, "Yours is going up next, you little slut."
"Why, are these all the cocks that fucked you?"
"Oh, please honey, this wall isn't that big! No, this is Paul's little art-project. Whenever we meet someone who really connects with us, he adds him to the collection. And since we both adore you, he will put you up there!
"Maybe we even make an exception and add our first pussy, because we love your wife even more.
"I'll tell you more another time, but right now we need to paaartyyy," and start pulling my arm.
"Wait, I gotta pee first," I remembered. "Go, I'll be right behind you."
I went in the bathroom and saw it was equipped with a little hose on a disposable douching kit. Well, I might just do that too, we never know.
After finishing all my business, I was flying back to the dance floor.
The music never stopped.
"Burn Baby Burn" basically lifted the roof. Disco Inferno is such a classic. More grinding, more touching, more kissing.
The DJ's voice boomed over the thumping music and announced, "My boys and girls! We have something special tonight!"
He used a spotlight and illuminated the makeshift bar. Instead of glasses and bottles, it was covered with toys, sex toys to be clear! There were made out of metal, glass and silicone ... even leather. All kinds of toys in all shapes and sizes. Leather stuff I didn't even recognize. Any adult store would have been proud of the variety. To top it off, there were little bottles of lubes and oils and poppers.
It was hilarious. We were laughing and cheering. Marcella and Kristina practically ran over to the display, looked, and pointed at all the items. And giggled. Oh, they were so rolling on X.
Kristina grabbed a huge dildo and playfully rubbed Marcella's face. They were kissing it from both sides while making a show for the crowd. They were beyond excited.
Marcella took the dildo, looked at the surrounding people and lifted Kristina's skirt with it. Everybody could see her shaved pussy and whistled. These two sure knew how to turn on a crowd.
Then they pointed straight at me and used their fingers to beckon me over.
Luc took me by the waist, pushed his pelvis into my pant-covered butt and brought me to the girls and their toys. He definitely was hard. All the boys were and I'm sure plenty of girls had wet panties if they even bothered wearing any.
Marcella seductively danced to the music and rubbed the dildo down my cheek, over my nipples down my belly and all over my protruding shaft.
Luc just swayed both of us to the music. Kristina, from behind pressed her body into Marcella and used her hands to pull Luc towards her. Marcella and I were delightfully mushed together rolling our hips.
The dildo fell to the floor and the crowd cheered.
We separated but only for a second. Marcella turned around, put her hands on her knees grinding her ass into my cock. She looked back at me. "Unzip me!"
Fuck! Sooo seductive!!
I took the little tinsel and, ever so slowly, ran the zipper from her neck down her back. She straightened up, turned and let the leather teddy fall to the floor.
Apart from her tiny, lacy thong she stood fully nude in front of me and the whole group. Her beautiful breasts were all perky and her little thong soaked. Oh, she was as turned on as I was.
Our friends loved it all. I heard them but I only had eyes for my wife. She actually pirouetted jiggling her burning hot asscheeks.
When she turned back around she had a silver, metal butt plug in one hand and a bottle of something in the other.
Oh fuck! My dick just spit a little bit of pre-cum.
She came close to me, slithered down and opened my pants. It felt so good to have less pressure on my dick. She looked at the crowd and sloooowwwly slid my pants down. I stepped out and showed everyone our matching thongs. My front was ridiculously stretched by my oh-so-rigid cock.
People went crazy.
But Marcella wasn't done. She had the butt plug all oiled up and teasingly held it in my face. It was metal, shiny and quite big. Like egg-sized big with a finger-length stem that ended with a .... what the fuck .... with a little pink foxtail affixed to the flared-out end.
She gave me a quick kiss on my lips and swiveled me to face the group. I was basically naked! All horny! And totally into showing off. This is what X does to you. I had no inhibitions. None!
Kristina came up to me, held a little popper bottle to my nose and I inhaled a deep, deep breath.
My entire body instantly yearned for sexual pleasure. I was insanely in need. The combination of Molly and this was sending signals to my brain I have never experienced before.
And then I felt the plug pop into my ass. It lodged right onto my prostate. My eyes went wide and everything turned into an amazing ride.
Out of nowhere, Kristina snapped a leather collar on me. Marcella was holding the chain. It was ridiculous. I looked over at Luc, but he only laughed and threw his hands in the air.
I was guided to him, forced on my knees in front of him and ordered to strip him.
Fuck yes!
I yanked his shorts down and finally saw what Marcella put on him. It was glorious! His cock sprang out. It was tightly surrounded by a silver cock-ring. And that leather strap, the one we all pulled, was tied to it.
Oh my god, I still remembered him. He and I started to shave each other when we were 18. My god, we loved being naked together, exploring, touching, tasting, washing each other after games. I kissed his smooth pubic bone, his hips and his lovely, all-pulled-up sack.
Marcella came down to me and whispered, "He is gorgeous, love," and we both licked him from base to tip. Everything about him was beautiful.
We both got up and kissed Luc. He was just so lovable. His smile was so infectious.
But the people around us wanted more. So my wife, ever the show master, pulled me away from Luc. He was hysterical, bending over backwards laughing, his hard cock pointing to the crowd, waving his hand goodbye.
Marcella walked like a runway model with me in tow. Every step I took sent little jolts to my prostate. People were jiggling my foxtail.
