The MasqueRave - Chapter 6
Chapter 6:
Dancefloorgy!
Monica ‘Momo’ Morello | 18
Masquerave Alias: Faye
Saturday, October 1st
Each neon light we pass appears to have a pulsating, swirling psychedelic aura to it now. They’re not just glowing, they seem to be humming. And the music… the moment we step into the indoor club and walk past the speakers, the bass vibrates through me, resonating down to my bones with each beat like my skeleton has become one giant tuning fork.
Everything just feels incredible, I think, grinning. I’ve never felt so alive!
The scene ahead is insane. Half the guys are pants-less and the other half have their erections sticking out through their underwear. As for the girls, it’s about the same. Roughly half of the females are naked, save for their masks, and the rest have their skirts hiked up while the guys they’re dancing with thrust their bare dicks up into them from the front or from behind. Around the perimeter of the dancefloor, there are couples and groups of people banging on the couches. From the looks of it, it’s mostly guys sitting on the couch making out with the girls who are rhythmically bouncing on their cocks while gyrating to the beat.
Upon reaching the edge of the dancefloor, Carmelo squeezes my hand and leans in. “You okay being here with all this going on?” he shouts over the louder-than-ever music. “We can always find a spot where there aren’t so many people fuckin’!”
I nod dramatically. “I’m desensitized now! C’mon!”
Desensitized is an understatement… Seeing all these people fucking and drunk with pleasure is actually sort of turning me on now…
I tug him along, sidestepping through a cluster of guys and girls dancing hard to the song One Margarita by That Chick Angel, my head on a swivel as I search for CeCe on the way to the center of the dancefloor. Along the way, I can’t count how many breasts brush past me and bump into me. Also, the arm I’m not using to pull Carmelo along and my legs keep getting poked and slapped by hard, warm, low-hanging body parts—erect appendages that I don’t realize are dicks until I look down and see a monster cock whack my thigh like a weaponized bratwurst. As disturbed as I am, I can’t help but shiver from the molly-induced pleasure that radiates out from each point of contact.
Eww, I think when I see a streak of something wet across my outer thigh from the last wang that dragged across me. That’s totally cum…
Even after reaching the middle of the dancefloor, I can’t spot CeCe anywhere, so I keep tugging Carmelo along only to stop right at the opposite edge.
Carmelo’s soft, sandalwood-scented beard brushes against my face as he leans in. “No sign of Lola?” he asks.
I shake my head, purposefully nestling my cheek against his like a cat.
“Wanna keep looking?”
I shake my head again. “It’s fine! Let’s just dance!” I beam at him before tugging back into the crowd.
Because I don’t wanna be smackdab in the middle of the dancefloor or right on the edge for those lounging around the perimeter to gawk at us, I stop a few feet from the center then I turn my back to him and press my ass against his crotch. At the same time that I begin bouncing and writhing to the beat, his hands cup my hips. Though he’s flaccid, the bulge in Carmelo’s pants feels impressive.
Oh my… I think, grinning as his lengthy, girthy meat rapidly swells against my butt barely five seconds later. Talk about an elephant trunk! I grind harder into his erection, letting it wedge in my ass crack like a sausage in a hotdog bun before writhing sensually against him. He managed to remain all limp-dick even though he passed by dozens of nude women with better bodies than mine, but he plumped up the second I started grinding against him? I’m am both more flattered than I’ve ever been and insanely turned on!
His body against mine—his throbbing erection pressed against my booty—it feels incredible. I’m suddenly so drunk with bliss and dizzy with thrill that I’m finally just present in the moment and no longer worrying about being in a crowd full of naked, fucking people. I’m so mellowed out that I’m unfazed from watching baby batter stream out of the girl right in front of me whose dance partner just pulled out of her. In fact, witnessing that has me so turned on that I close my eyes and imagine Carmelo just did that to me. The fantasy drives me so wild that I start undulating against him harder and more sensually than before, basically giving him a standing lap dance.
One upbeat song turns into two, and then the second transitions flawlessly into the third. The entire time, Carmelo’s hands have only been sliding up and down between my hips and my ribs. He’s been incredibly respectful, and I don’t think I can hold off on rewarding him any longer.
Just when the beat drops and the record scratches into a new song, I pull away, turn around, and press my crotch against his while staring up into his eyes—eyes that are glowing green from the neon light above. Without missing a beat, he smiles at me, searching my eyes as though he’s looking for a cue to do what I want him to do. I smile back, nibbling my bottom lip for a moment. A few seconds later, I close my eyes, part my lips slightly, and lean in with haste like a vampire going in to feed.
The instant his mouth presses against mine, pleasure buzzes and tingles across my lips like I’ve just kissed a Tesla coil crackling with an electric storm of pure pleasure. It’s so intense that my breath hitches and my jaw goes slack. That’s when his tongue briefly flicks the tip of mine, sending another surge of excitement coursing through me. Reflexively, my tongue thrusts into his mouth, sliding across his soft, hot, wet muscle. A beat later, his tongue slides past mine only to begin massaging it lovingly. That’s when my knees go weak for the first time in my life.
It’s indescribable how amazing French kissing feels while on MDMA. Suddenly, I just want to be touched all over, so I grab his large hands and bring them down and around to my ass.
“Ah!” I moan, my body quivering as he palms my cheeks and squeezes them tenderly.
For three songs straight, we make out while I writhe my hips and grind my skirt-covered crotch against his erection to the beat. The longer we go at it, the closer he holds me against his warm body. The longer it goes on, the wetter I get down below. Suddenly, Carmelo humps into me with a rhythmic thrust, dragging his massive erection against my clit in a way that he hasn’t thus far. The pleasure is so jarring that I moan and my eyes go from closed to wide open in an instant. At that exact moment, I see CeCe two couples away. Like me, she’s front-to-front with her dance companion, facing me. Unlike how me and Carmelo are dancing, she has her chin resting on her partner’s bare shoulder, and he’s holding her leg up over his hip. They’re not dancing though. The pants-less dude is rapidly pumping his bare cock in and out of her, and she’s grinding into him, her eyelids fluttering while her eyes roll into the back of her head.
Oh fuck, I think, grinding into Carmelo harder and plunging my tongue deeper into his mouth.
A moment later, the guy slowly pulls his cock out of my best friend, and I watch in both horror and fascination as a thick, glistening glob stretches down from her pussy like snot only to then swing into her inner thigh. CeCe, who looks super out of it, kisses him and then she dances away in my direction, tossing her hair side-to-side wildly to the beat. With each step, glistening thickness drips from between her legs, dotting the floor with milky, liquid peals that shimmer with the strobing lights.
I can’t believe I’m witnessing this right now. I’m so stunned, I don’t even wave at her as she passes by me.
When she’s out of view, I steer Carmelo around so I can keep watching her, never prying my lips from his for a second. By the time we turn about ninety degrees, CeCe is dancing her way to the edge of the dancefloor. Suddenly, she stops and turns to this tall, muscular Hispanic hunk who’s only wearing shorts. The moment they’re face-to-face, they start making out and she steers him back to the nearby couch. Once his calves hit the couch, she pushes her new lover down onto the cushion that’s right beside a couple who’s going at it. Barely a second later, CeCe tugs his pants down, allowing his boner to spring up in all its erect glory. Without missing a beat, she straddles him and slips his long rod into her cum-slickened cooch before impaling herself fully on him.
Jesus Christ, CeCe… that last guy unloaded in you barely a minute ago and you’re already letting another dude bareback you, I think as a group of nude dancers block my view of her.
As skeeved out as I am by her behavior, I’m even more turned on than before. Not sure if it’s because of what I saw or if it’s because dancing and making out with Carmelo all this time while on molly has me hornier than I’ve ever been. Or maybe it’s both. Either way, my pussy is clenching with the need to be stuffed and stretched, and I’m craving pleasure.
Finally prying my lips from his, I bring my mouth to his ear and press my cheek against his. “Touch me!” I almost shout.
Carmelo pulls away then searches my eyes with the biggest grin stretched across his face, and his smile makes both my heart and pussy flutter. “Are you sure, sweetheart?”
I flash him a sinful smile, and then I turn around, pressing my ass back against his erection. Now I grab his hand then guide it around my waist and up under my skirt. The second I press his large fingers against my slick folds, my body shudders and my hips buck forward on their own accord, making my pussy grind hard against his hand.
Carmelo leans in, pressing his cheek to mine as he brings his mouth to my ear. “Fuck, Faye, you’re so wet!” he growls in a strained tone as his finger sweeps gently up and down my slit.
I glance over my shoulder at him. “I’ve been wet since we started talking, Carmelo!” A shy giggle escapes me.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah!” I cry out as the tip of his finger slowly glides into my opening for the briefest of moments before he pulls it right back out. “I didn’t come here to do anything, but you just… You do something to me… Now I just can’t help but let go…Uhhhh,” I groan as his thumb rubs my clit with a bit of vigor. A beat later, he suddenly hooks a finger into me and plunges it as deep into me as it’ll go, making my vaginal walls clench around his digit. “OOHH!”
The pleasure in that moment is so deliciously overwhelming that it’s blinding. Like, seriously, my vision goes blurry and everything goes white even though the lights above are a dazzling blue. My thoughts scramble as I clamp my eyelids shut. The way his thumb is kneading my clitoris with sharp, circular rubs and the perfect amount of pressure makes my body tremble. Eventually, he jams a second digit into my tight passage, stretching me out in a way I didn’t know I needed. Each time his fingers pump into me, my vaginal walls flutter around them. When his digits slide out from my depths, my walls clench around them as though my pussy is trying to suck them back in. Each peck of his lips and flick of his tongue against my neck sends waves of pleasure buzzing up and down my spine.
While he pleasures me, I pull my ass away from his crotch, reach back, and blindly fumble with his zipper. His cock is so stiff and big that I can’t pull it through the hole without first undoing his shorts button. With my hands trembling from the intense pleasure between my legs, it takes a few tries before I finally undo his pants and pull out his long, thick rod.
Oh my fuck, I think as I stroke his length with an underhanded grip in slow, shallow pumps. I didn’t know dicks this big existed.
“Mrrrgh!” he groans in my ear while kissing my neck.
One song’s worth of clitoral stimulation and fingering—that’s how long it takes me to cum so hard that my thighs clamp shut around his hand. “AHHH!” I cry out. “Yesss! Fuuhh-kuhh!” When the orgasm passes, I convince my legs to stop crushing his hand, and then I glance over my shoulder at him while jerking him faster.
As amazing as that was, I want more, I think as a sped-up version of Ice Cream Man by Tyga begins playing—a song that basically says “fuck me” and “suck me” over and over in the chorus. I want Carmelo’s dick in my coochie instead of in my hand… My gaze wanders from his eyes to the fucking and dancing people directly ahead. Everyone else is too busy getting it on to care about watching you get dick-dicked down… Even if they watch, who cares? You have a mask on. Just do it… Back up into him and slip it in.
I glance back at him over my shoulder again as the ‘suck me, fuck me’ lyrics of the chorus begin repeating. “I want you inside me, Carmelo!” I shout over the bassy music that seems louder for some reason.
He flashes me a confused smile. “Here? Now? We can go—”
“Here and now!” I say breathily, lifting my skirt and backing my ass up into his erection.
With his right hand still between my legs, he continues rubbing my clit while I guide his tip to my opening. “Ahh,” I moan as his cockhead drags along my slit to my entrance. The second I part my folds with his crown, he bucks up into me nice and slow, driving his wide knob into my tightness as I’m back up into him. “AHHH! HA-UGH-MMM!” I moan as he glides deeper into me, stretching me out in a way that I’ve never been stretched before.
Suddenly, the world around me vanishes in a white-hot flash as pleasure explodes between my legs and deep inside of me. There are no people, there’s no musty sex-filled air, there’s not even a floor beneath my feet—all there is right now in this moment is me and Carmelo. I feel like an ethereal form who can only sense the throbbing cock gliding in and out of my pussy, the vibration of the bass in my chest, his lips on my neck, and the quick, hard rubs of his finger against my clit.
I feel so full… Too full, but in a good way.
The way his girthy cock feels sliding into my depths is several orders of magnitude more delicious than having him finger me—twice as mind-scrambling and pleasurable. Even if I wasn’t rolling on molly, I think this would still feel way more incredible than my first time. Because my ex had a skinny penis that was maybe 5 inches. Somehow, Carmelo rhythmically thrusts into me to the beat with shallow humps, grunting with each slow impalement. It takes everything in me to writhe my body against his to keep up the impression that we’re still dancing.
A few strokes later, Carmelo thrusts so deep into my cavity that he surprises me by prodding my cervix with his cockhead, touching me deeper than I’ve ever been touched before. “WAA—Ahhh-uhhh!” I cry out from the intense, never-before-felt sensation, my eyes opening wide in response as my pussy begins contracting around his length in rolling waves. At that moment, I make eye contact with a group of people at the edge of the dancefloor who are staring right at me. And that’s when I remember that I’m getting fucked in the middle of a sea of people at a rave-orgy.
Groaning, Carmelo’s left arm holds me tighter against his torso while he thrusts just as deep into me again with a bit more speed, his body trembling against me. “Fuck… You’re insanely tight, Faye…” he says in a strained voice, sounding like a man stabbed in the gut. “I’m sorry, but the way your pussy’s clenching around me, I’m not gonna be able to last very long, sweetheart!”
Giggling through a moan, I slowly pull my ass away from him, my core spasming with each inch of him that slides out until his seemingly never-ending cock finally slips out of my cavity. “Ugh-mmm…” I groan in pleasure, pulling my skirt back down as I quickly twirl around to face him. “People are watching, and it’s making me super uncomfy… Can we go somewhere private?” My eyes wander to the trouser snake in his hand, and the sight of it makes me nibble naughtily on my bottom lip.
Wowza! How did THAT even fit in me?
Carmelo smiles warmly while pulling his jaw-dropping erection back into his pants. “I was about to ask you the same thing.” He doesn’t even bother fastening the button of his shorts, he just holds them up with one hand and then takes my hand with the other. “Right this way, love,” he says, tugging me along. “I know the perfect spot.”
