I walked in under the large archway. It was dark and looking around, the only thing I could see was black graffiti against the gritty cement walls. "Just a little further," she said as she looked back at me, "we're almost there".
As we walked closer to our destination I could hear music; a heavy, electronic trance coming through the walls. There was a door ahead and underneath neon beams as if they were trying to escape the confines of their prison. She banged on the door hard and we waited. I heard a lock slide back and the door heavily lifted opened a crack, she whispered something but I couldn't quite hear what she said. Looking back at me, she grabbed my hand and pulled me through.
There were naked bodies everywhere, writhing all over a large velvet room. Lights spun across the walls and strobes reflected off sweaty skin. It smelled like sex and I opened my mouth as if to taste the musky air. The moaning was masked by the loud industrial music but I could visually see women with their mouths wide open. I knew they were yelling, some even screaming, I just couldn't hear it.
I had come in last among them and I was soon swallowed by the mass. My clothes are gone and my body was completely exposed to this group of nymphs. The woman who was sucking my breasts soon moved her mouth down the front of my body and knelt in front of me on both knees.
Another woman was behind me, cupping my breasts in her hands as her lips found my neck and her own body was naked and pressing into mine. I moved my head as far to the side as I could hoping my lips would meet hers but it was useless.
Within moments I felt hands tugging at mine, coaxing me down and onto the floor. I lay on my back and there were two women or more at each side, all touching one another, all moaning in silence. I had three girls attending to me, lips moving all over my body and a mouth that was constantly pressed against my vagina.
I moved my arms through the sea of limbs and down against the head of the woman that had nibbled my vagina while I was standing, her damp hair became wrapped in my fingers as I helped to guide the movements of her mouth. She flicked her tongue against my clitoris and with each stroke of her tongue I could feel my juices drip ever faster down my lips. Her fingers moved down between my thighs and her fingers probed deeply into the folds of my hot vagina.
Her mouth was clamped around my clit as she started to pump her fingers in and out of my pussy. She curled them inside and against my g-spot, finally rocking the palm of her hand against my clit trying to bring me to orgasm; she gave up after a few moments and moved her wet, hot mouth back between my thighs.
Her tongue feverishly lapped up my juices, her saliva mixing with my own wetness as various hands explored the other parts of my body, no inch of my skin went neglected. My own hands were reaching out and my fingers glided across bare, smooth, wet bodies.
"Have you ever fucked a woman?" she asked. I looked at her, the strobe light flashing across her face making every facial expression change with slow motion and yelled back, "No." She smiled that sharp smile again and with one of her hands slipping down between my thighs yelled back with her mouth against my cheek, "Well, you're going to tonight."