PART 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/1cordl6/they_call_it_ecstasy_for_a_reason/

“I promise you, you’ll have the best night of your life.”

Sarah was holding out her hand, two small orange tablets nestled in its palm. They were imperfectly round - crafted in a makeshift laboratory somewhere in Holland - with a convincing attempt at a Nike logo pressed into the top. She was met with three nervous but intrigued stares.

“I’ve never taken it before,’ said her friend, Jon. He turned to the two other people with them, their housemates Rich and Laura. “Have you?”

The four friends were sat in the garden of the house they had shared for two years, drinking and enjoying a beautiful late Summer evening. The last of the daylight was disappearing into a brilliant sunset. Their last night together before they moved out, to start “real life”.

After two years of living together, Sarah knew it was only Jon who she needed to convince. His confidence and charisma made him the de facto leader of their little group and if he decided to indulge, Rich and Laura would surely follow. The former in an attempt to impress Jon, the latter as a result of her enormous crush on him.

They both shook their heads.

“I’m not going to pressure you,” Sarah said, “But if you are curious, this is the perfect environment to try it.”

“I’m up for it,” Jon decided. “But only if we all do it. I don’t want it to be weird.”

“And you promise you’ll look after us?” Laura asked.

Sarah nodded, then broke the pills into halves. The four of them raised their drinks - cans of beer and plastic cups of wine - in a toast, and each swallowed one.

“How will we know if it’s worked?” Laura asked.

Sarah laughed.

“Oh, trust me - you’ll know.”

Sarah thought back to her first MDMA experience, two months earlier. To the festival where she’d danced for hours. The way everything felt good against her skin. To the wild night that followed, where she’d let herself be shared by two of her best friends.

She’d been keeping the pills since that night, waiting for a special occasion. And what could be more special than the end of two years of intense student house sharing?

“I just want to say, before we all start talking like this anyway,” Sarah began. “I’m going to miss you all. Best housemates ever.” She looked at the three of them as they chatted excitedly, awaiting a feeling they were yet to know.

Jon seemed as relaxed as ever, stretched out in a foldaway camping chair that barely held his tall, broad rugby-player’s frame. Rich was more visibly nervous, leaning forward and fidgeting with the ring-pull of his beer. His slight build contributed to a sense of perpetual anxiety, not helped by his living - figuratively and literally - in Jon’s shadow.

Laura, on the other hand, had decided she was going to have the night of her life. She was impatiently fiddling with her long, red hair, waiting for the pill to take effect.

“Should I get changed?” Laura asked. She was wearing a baggy black t-shirt, long enough to form a makeshift dress. “Will I be too cold?”

“You’ll be fine,” Sarah replied. “But we should head back indoors. We need comfy seats - and music!”

Their living room, while by no means palatial, was unusually luxurious for a student house - an investment property owned by Jon’s parents. A four–seater leather corner sofa spanned the length of its back wall, and the carpet was a deep pile wool. Opposite the sofa was a matching reclining chair, and Jon’s dad - an audiophile and committed nerd - had fitted speakers to the ceiling and the walls.

Two hours later, it seemed like the perfect space in which to be high. Sarah had guided them through an intense come-up, all four of them glued to the couch as their eyes wobbled and the initial rush overwhelmed them. Now, only Jon remained on the couch - stroking the leather and nodding intently to the beat of the house playlist Sarah had cued up.

Rich had been relieved of every ounce of anxiety and was dancing round the room, hugging the others and telling them how much he loved them.

Laura was dancing in the centre of the room, arms in the air and whipping her hair as she moved her hips in a manner so hypnotically sexual that Sarah couldn’t help but stare. She was sat on the floor with her back to the sofa and her jeans pushed to her ankles, the soft carpet against the skin of her legs suddenly heaven.

“Is everyone feeling good?” Sarah asked, already knowing the answer.

“Good?” Laura replied. “This is amazing!”. She had never felt so liberated, from herself or from others. She had also never felt so warm - her t-shirt suddenly like a winter coat as she moved lithely beneath it. She crossed her arms across her body, grabbed the bottom and pulled it over her head. She tossed it to the floor.

The t-shirt landed on Sarah’s bare legs and she bent her knees to push it away, kicking off her jeans in the process. Laura was still dancing, her black french panties and matching lace bra a marked contrast to the shapeless t-shirt. Rich and Jon were sat at opposite ends of the couch, eyes fixed on Laura’s body.

Sarah got to her feet, still wearing a strappy white top that stopped just short of her underwear, and began dancing with Laura. Devoid of any sense of shame or embarrassment, she found herself mimicking her friend’s moves - to the visible delight of the boys.

“Take it off!” Jon shouted at Sarah, half-joking. She turned to face him and let one of her straps slide down her right shoulder.

“If you stop staring at us and join in, maybe I will!”

Jon stood up and began mock-dancing in time with the girls. The beat was entracing, though, and soon he was unironically thrusting his body in time with the music.

“I forget to say, you have to go first,” Sarah told him, pulling at his polo shirt. Laura joined in and soon it flew off and joined the pile of clothes on the floor.

The three of them turned to Rich, who slowly got to his feet too. Sarah squealed with delight when she saw he’d already stripped down to his boxers.

“I was hot,” he said, unconvincingly. Sarah’s eyes lingered on his underwear. Despite their over-sized baggy fit, she could see the outline of a sizeable bulge.

“It’s always the quiet ones,” She said with a smile.

Sarah slipped the other strap off and her top joined the pile on the floor. Jon and Rich were both taken aback as she turned round, her big, natural breasts framed by a lacy white bra that provided plenty of support, but not much in the way of cover..

Sarah savoured their shock, jiggling her shoulders before returning to dancing in her own world.

Laura was dancing with her back to Jon, winding her ass in front of him as two years of unexpressed lust were unleashed by her chemical confidence. She turned and tugged the waist of his shorts.

“Your turn again,” she said.

“In a minute,” he said. “Please.” But she gave them one last, firm pull and they came straight down over his tight designer boxers. Tight, but not tight enough to hide the hard-on Laura had given him. The girls gasped simultaneously, then laughed and high-fived each other. Jon retreated to the couch.

Laura’s eyes were all-pupil, completely dilated, as Sarah leaned into her ear.

“Give me your hand.” Laura put her right hand out, palm down. Sarah turned it over, then - just as the boys had done to her in their tent - she lightly dragged the tips of her fingers up Laura’s forearm, just barely touching her skin.

Laura squealed with pleasure,, the sensation like nothing she’d felt before - electricity shooting through her nerves as goosebumps formed all over her body.

“Good, huh?” Sarah smiled, delighted to share what felt like a secret weapon. She continued stroking, until Laura put both hands on her shoulders and pulled her close.

“You’re making me so horny…” she whispered. “And I was already pretty horny.”

Sarah laughed. “Sorry! I couldn’t resist.”

“No but like… really, really horny. I have this… urge.” She bit her lip.

Sarah nodded towards the boys, virtually catatonic on the couch. “It looks like they could do with a wake-up call. Do your worst.”

Laura let go of Sarah and fell straight backwards onto the reclining chair.

“Oh, boys…” she called. Rich and Jon both looked up, as Laura pressed the button on the recliner until she was lying flat, her body raised to their eyelines. She started running her fingers down the side of her body, over the exposed skin below her bra, until she reached her panties.

She was so aware of the three pairs of eyes watching her as she slowly opened her legs. She couldn’t believe how hot it made her feel.

As the others watched in amazement, Laura put her right hand between her thighs and started stroking herself through her underwear. Her fingers moved in a circular motion, the fabric barrier teasing her clit. She put her other hand on her breast and gently squeezed as she closed her eyes.

Sarah joined the boys on the sofa to watch the show. She glanced to her left - Rich, hand over his loose-fitting boxers, half-restraining and half-stroking what looked to be an impressive hard-on. To her right, Jon, watching Laura from the floor as he retrieved something from the pocket of his shorts. Sarah was so wet, the urge to touch herself - or be touched - was overwhelming.

Sarah stood up, crossed the room and leaned over Laura sideways-on. Her breasts pressed against the taut skin of Laura’s stomach as she slowly, teasingly ran her her fingers up Laura’s thigh to her panties. They were soaked, and Sarah’s finger easily slipped inside them and past the warm, wet skin beneath.

As Laura continued to work her clit, the lips of her pussy welcomed Sarah in. She pressed up, finding the spongy skin of Laura’s g-spot, and started to stroke.

Laura had never felt anything like it - she was on the brink of orgasm but couldn’t get there, the serotonin flooding her brain suppressing her climax but heightening every sensation. Even over the music, she could hear her own voice, moaning as she pushed her hips against Sarah’s hand. “Fuck… fuck… yes…”

Sarah took Laura’s left hand and put it between her own legs, clamping her thighs tight and beginning to grind against it. She heard Jon’s voice beside her.

“Fuck, this is so hot.”

Sarah turned her head and found herself looking straight into the lens of Jon’s phone. He was facing the two girls, filming with his left hand, his right still in his boxers. Sarah stood up and pulled away from Laura, who gasped loudly as Sarah’s finger slipped out of her.

“Are you filming us?” She demanded, directly into the lens. Jon brought his right hand up to steady the picture, but didn’t stop filming.

“It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he said, without a trace of shame.

Sarah hesitated for a brief second, as an image formed in her mind of Jon and Rich pleasuring themselves to videos of her. It turned her on, making her even wetter. She smiled at the camera and put one hand behind her back.

“Make sure you catch this, then,” she said. She slid her bra off her shoulders, releasing her breasts, and gently squeezed her nipples, her heightened state causing shivers to ripple through her body. She felt the warmth of hands on her skin from behind, and took a step back to let Laura reach round and cup her breasts with her palms, Laura’s head resting on Sarah’s shoulder.

Sarah turned her head and kissed Laura softly on the lips. Laura kissed her back, harder, and darted her tongue into Sarah’s mouth. Sarah reached up and unhooked Laura’s bra, standing aside to let Jon capture her friend’s smaller, perky breasts, then leaning over and putting her mouth around Laura’s nipple.

Still bent over with her back to the boys, Sarah hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them slowly over her butt. She moved her feet apart, opening her thighs and exposing her clean-shaven pussy as her underwear dropped to the floor. She turned around, letting Jon capture her naked body in its entirety, and then snatched the phone from his hand.

“Your turn, boys.” Laura adjusted the recliner to get a better view.

Rich leapt to his feet and put his thumbs in the waist band of his underwear, then hesitated.

Jon put his arm around his friend and squeezed him, their sweaty skin sticking to each other.

“Mate, we’re all friends here. Whatever you think is wrong, it’s probably nothing.”

Rich laughed. “Oh, nothing’s wrong. It’s more… well, just watch.”

He tugged his boxers down, quickly and sharply. Released from its confinement, his fully erect cock leapt upwards. Sarah and Laura both gasped audibly. It was the biggest dick they had ever seen. Its length alone was impressive - Sarah guessed it must have been about seven inches - but its girth was impressive bordering on intimidating.

Sarah and Laura couldn’t help but stare. An average-shaped tip flared out into a huge, wide head - swollen from watching Laura masturbating and neatly circumcised, with a clean ridge. Sarah looked at Laura, and knew they were both thinking the same thing: that would feel amazing against their g-spots.

Though slimmer than the head, the shaft was eye-poppingly robust. Rich was holding it at the base, able to grip it in one hand. Just.

Rich was used to this part - the staring. He didn’t mind it. It was the endless questions, and being treated as a novelty he didn’t enjoy. Not usually. But with his mind completely blissed out, he felt at ease.

Sarah wondered aloud, “Would that even fit inside me?” Laura laughed, although she’d been thinking the same thing.

There was a tense silence.

“I guess we’ll have to find out,” said Jon, amused, aroused, and envious all at the same time.

He’d been staring with a combination of fascination and jealousy, but in his chemically-enhanced and horny state, the thought of watching Laura and Sarah trying to take Rich’s giant cock was inexplicably exciting to him.

“I said not to make it weird,” Rich replied. This was the part he didn’t enjoy. Usually. Of course, usually he wasn’t surrounded by naked, pilled-up friends.

“It’s not weird,” said Laura. “It’s just… science?”

She giggled at her own ridiculous comment as she moved towards Rich. She leaned up and kissed him softly on the lips, putting her right hand over his tip. It felt so good in her hand, the rough skin of the head contrasting with the smooth skin of his shaft.

Laura’s hand moved down, and she realised she could only fit her fingers just over halfway around him. She was still wet, and stroking Rich was making her wetter.

She turned to the others.

“I volunteer to be the first test subject,” she said, and in one movement, she slid down her panties and kicked them off. She turned back to rich and kissed him again, using her hand to stroke herself with him.

Laura let go of Rich, turned around and dived onto the recliner, landing on her front. She put her ass in the air and spread her knees. Looking through the gap in her legs, she beckoned Rich forwards.

“Hold on, hold on. I have GOT to capture this,” Jon said, kneeling by the recliner, phone in hand.

Rich positioned himself behind Laura. Holding his length steady, he slowly pushed it between her thighs, stroking her gently with the tip. She was so wet that it was easy to glide up and down her, and soon she was reaching back through her legs to urge him forwards. He pushed the tip between her lips, feeling them open to him and grip his skin.

Laura was more turned on than she’d ever been. Totally un self conscious, ready to get fucked in front of her friends, and with a huge thick cock pushing its way into her. She felt so alive.

“More!” She cried out, and pushed back against Rich. Her lips were stretching to take him now, and she felt just a little pain - pleasurable, but noticeable - as the ridge of his cock moved inside her.

Rich was surprised at how easily Laura had taken his head, and started to push harder, watching her pussy open to accommodate him. He was halfway into Laura when she cried out and pulled away, pushing her foot against his leg to stop him.

“Wait.. wait…it’s too much!,” She shouted.

She felt full to the point of discomfort, just the right side of pain. Rich’s tip was brushing up against her g-spot and her pussy felt as wide as it could possibly get. Rich started to pull out, but the sensation of his thick ridge moving backwards inside her was pure pleasure, and Laura squeezed her pelvic muscles, holding him inside her.

“Slower,” she instructed. Rich pushed forward again, as slow as he could. Laura felt so good, tight but so wet. His whole body was tingling with pleasure and it was all he could do not to push himself all the way into her. He reached the halfway point again but this time Laura didn’t stop him. He let go of his shaft and put his hand on Laura’s ass as it gradually moved towards him.

Sarah was watching from the couch, stroking her clit but feeling the drug’s unique combination of arousal and inability to climax as she watched her friends attempt to fuck. She needed something more. Jon was still sat on the floor although he’d abandoned the camera in favour of watching for real. He had a look of awe on his face, and his dick in his hand.

“Enjoying yourself, Jon?,” Sarah shouted. Jon looked over, embarrassed.

“I’m sure that feels great,” she continued. She smiled, and opened her legs wide. “But I bet this feels better.”

Jon hurried over to join Sarah, straddling her on the couch. She got a good look at his cock. Although there was no danger of pain like with Rich, it was pretty. As far as dicks go. A nice thick shaft with one vein running across the top, and a pronounced head that would no doubt feel great if she let him fuck her. And which was now barely an inch from her face.

Sarah opened her mouth and started to tease Jon with her tongue, but his fingers were already between her legs and expertly working her clit. She squealed, then wrapped her lips around his swollen tip and began to work his shaft with her hand.

The near-impossibility of climaxing on MDMA meant that time stood still as Sarah and Jon worked on each other. But suddenly Laura let out an ear-piercing scream.

“No more,” she was saying, over and over again.

Sarah pushed Jon away and sat up.

“Sorry. Maybe you can go and finish Laura off. It sounds like she needs a break.”

Finally it was her turn.

“Rich, bring that thing over here.” Sarah said, beckoning him over. She shimmied forward onto the edge of the couch and opened her legs wide. Rich approached cautiously, holding his stiff dick as if it were a sharp object. Sarah gripped the head, wet from Laura, and pulled him into her.

Sarah was so wet that Rich glided into her, his head disappearing between her eager lips. As he pushed, Sarah felt the halfway sting but swallowed hard and tried to ride it out. He felt so good filling her up, and she wanted him to feel the same. She wrapped her arms around his neck, urging him forwards even as she started to whisper “fuck… oh shit…” under her breath.

Rich sighed, relief and pride, as he felt Sarah’s pussy on the base of his cock. He slowly fucked her, careful not to make any sudden movements. With his huge cock rubbing her g-spot, Sarah started to stroke her clit. It’s hard to orgasm on MDMA, but if you do manage it, it’s incredible.

Rich could feel Sarah’s climax building, tightening around him even further and applying pressure to his swollen head, which had already had quite a night. He started to pull out further, wanting to buy some time. She pulled him towards her.

“Shallow, but hard. Can you do that?” He nodded.

“I can’t guarantee for how long though. You feel amazing.”

“Get me off first,” Sarah promised, “And you can cum wherever you like.”

Over Rich’s shoulder, Sarah could see Jon and Laura making out, all over each other like teenagers. It was cute. Laura was stroking Jon’s cock, while Jon was desperately trying to put it inside her.

Sarah felt Rich grow even harder, so she concentrated on her own pleasure, grinding against his cock in time with the circles she was making on her clit.

“Don’t come yet,”” she whispered. “I’m so close”.

Her pussy gripped him even tighter and he succumbed.

“I hope you can keep up then!” Rich said, as a judder went through the length of his cock. Sarah Braced herself, but nothing happened. Rich was still pumping into her and his shaft was practically vibrating. It sent Sarah over the edge, throwing her hair back as she gasped, sighed, and laughed.

What Rich hadn’t mentioned was that the size of his orgasms were proportionate to their source. Sarah felt him shoot his cum into her with surprising force. But he continued twitch inside her, wave after wave streaming out of him, for two full minutes. She felt him, hot and wet and coating her inside, almost immediately trickling out. No room at the inn.

Rich rolled over onto the sofa, covered in his own product. Sarah needed to get to the bathroom, and the only thing blocking her way was the enthusiastic blowjob Laura was administering to Jon. She walked slowly across the room, and felt Rich, sticky and thick, pouring down her legs. She was still full of him, too. Walking through this room was a cum minefield.

As she reached Laura, she kneeled into her ear and whispered. As she did so she could feel RIch’s cum pouring out of her. Laura went back to work, immediately applying the tip Sarah had given her. Within seconds, Jon was grabbing her hair and pushing his cock all the way into her mouth.

“Twist your wrist,” She’d said.

Laura pulled away from Jon, holding his cock like an active grenade. She hadn’t thought this far ahead. Jon’s eyes were crossed in desperation, his shaft beginning to twitch. Just then, Sarah reappeared, hands outstretched.

“Mouth, face or tits darling! You don’t have l-” Jon’s cock erupted in Laura’s hand, sending cum directly into the air and down on her hair. She instinctively pointed him at her face, and caught the second load in her mouth.

“Any more?” She asked, cum smeared across her lips. The answer came in the form of a final rope, dribbling out of Jon’s tip.

Once the girls had finished cleaning themselves up, they returned to the living room. Despite the day’s events, they’d both slipped into long t-shirts to cover their modesty.

From behind, they could see the boys were on the sofa, watching a grainy video on the TV.

“What’s that noise?” Laura asked. Sarah could hear it too - a wet slapping sound, coming from the sofa.

“Wait… is that us?” Sarah asked. Sure enough, the video on the TV was the one Jon had made of Sarah and Laura having sex. The girls already knew what the mystery sound was before they reached the sofa to confirm it. Carefully and quietly, they leaned over.

Sure enough, Rich and Jon were sat there, still naked, stroking themselves vigorously to the video.

TO BE CONTINUED