Sextacy - Sex Stories

Sextacy

The music was bumping; he was a real vibe on the couch, watching the rest on the dance floor, the beat drops and the bass throbs, the lights catch his trance, crowd moving out there grooving like a nickelodeon view, bits and pieces in neon, ravers with glow sticks or light sabers, out there like erratic Now and Laters.

“Hey, you good baby?”

His eye averted to a dark skin hottie with a smile, slipped by his side, green hair dye, busty with thick thighs.

“You good?” she repeated.

“Yeah,” he nodded, “real good!”

“I told you I had the shit, you wanna ‘nother hit?”

“Nah, I’m just right.”

“Same! You know I’ve been feeling you, right?”

“Ya have?”

“Uh-huh, you ain’t stuck, are you?”

“Don’t think so.”

“Good, ‘cause I’m trying to feel you, ya feel me?”

“What?”

She finished her drink, while his brain couldn’t think.

“My drugs ain’t free, you can pay by fucking me real quick.”

“Yeah?”

“I need to get a nut off after popping six, I get horny as hell.”

“Damn! I thought I was tripping off just thatone!”

“I saw you out there gettin’ down, was gonna dance with you again, but you disappeared.”

“I got thirsty and my mouth was dry.”

“Oh yeah. I got something for you drink, now bring ya ass.”

She took his hand, no notion of this predicament, he allowed her stance, stood, pulled through the stop motion to pay his owe. Could be poor judgement, but he ignored it. Why not sex? Rumor has it, it’s good on ex. The crowd faded, through a ...

... back exit, where it wasn’t as loud, Looked to the stars in the sky, shined down like cracks in a shell, resolve grew with a sigh, led by a chick in pink hot pants with a swell he couldn’t deny. Through the back doors of her van, like desperate whores, pulling clothes till between them there was air and nothing more.

“I must be higher than I thought… I can’t feel my dick.”

“That’s mine, boo.”

He got a better view, with motion blur, she had straddled his lap, barely lit by the lights, he found it true, grabbed too quick and was sure the wrong stick, not that addled, now he knew.

“I guess it’s a problem? What would you expect at a queer rave?”

“I didn’t know it was, this was my first. You’re still fucking sexy, so I guess I’m good.”

“Good like 'let’s do it', or good like 'you ain’t up for it'?”

“First one. I’m too horny to care.”

“Wasn’t lettin’ you go, anyway. First rave, exand LSD… first lady dick. Might turn yo ass out.” She kissed him.

Her lips were a rush, and there was heat when their skin touched, her scent was sweet, he wanted the lust. Heavy smooching, still in his hand, she moved smoothly, somehow it was serendipity, she sat up and looked at him capriciously.

“Suck it.”

With vigor she stood, held his jaw, impatient to get her dick in’em, he figured he’d give his all, head tapping the van wall while she humped his maw, there was a slight throat tickle, she must have been enthralled because her cock had a trickle. He reached up and clutched ...