House of Love - Pt. 01

Tara was starting to disappear into the music as well. She loved to dance, and she was so fucking good at it. I had always tried, but I could never quite move like she did. Right now, however, I could feel the music in me too. I was starting to lose track of time, listening and moving unconsciously. I sipped my drink and swayed around, my hips moved on their own. I could feel the goose pimples rising on my skin with the rise and fall of the music, feeling the notes crash over me like a wave. I had never felt so connected to it. It was flowing through me, entering my body, living with me and then splashing out into the world. When I opened my eyes, the light was bright and psychedelic, as if the world around me had too become absorbed into the audio. Blurry rainbows of light appeared in the air, thick and hazy with the sweat of dancers.

Tara was grinning at me like a Cheshire cat, beads of sweat visible on her brow. She looked in her element. Her hair flew around her head as she shook her ass and twirled her body around.

'God I love her so much.' I thought. I always knew that I did, but I seldom actively thought about it. Now, seeing her overcome with joy, I couldn't help but admire her.

My body was moving on its own, guided by the music, it was an invisible hand guiding me and my sister at the same time. It was like we were one being, connected through the music. NJ too. My eyes darted over to her. To my surprise, a guy was now right behind her. Her head bent to the side, and she was grinding her ass against him to the music. His hands were on her hips, guiding them with the beat. She opened her eyes and looked at me, slightly biting her lip. She was clearly in heaven right now, smiling at me and winking as the guy's hands started exploring more of her body. My body jolted on seeing it, I could feel my heartbeat quicken, even faster than its already rapid pace.

She wasn't the only one. A quick look around saw the dancefloor steadily devolving into debauchery. I caught sight of a few bare breasts and nipples on the sweaty mass of people. Hands were wandering wherever they could. Nervousness and excitement surged through my veins, wondering where it was all going, wondering what was going to happen next. Arousal pulled my hair on my arms up to attention.

The asian girl I had noticed earlier was dancing nearby, just behind Tara. Next to her was the large bare-chested white man, and the black guy, who was still wearing his suit jacket, but not his shirt. Once again, the white guy's eyes locked with mine. He was burly and bearded, the kind of guy who seemed like he lived in a hut in the mountains and chopped down trees. He was a man, the kind of which I now realized I had never been with. I was still a girl, and I had been with boys, bumbling, fumbling, awkward boys. I felt a knot in my stomach, but I smiled at him. And I danced. My mind seemed like a bit of a jumble. I had finished my drink at some point, but I couldn't even remember where I put the glass.

He smiled at me, warmly. His smile put me at ease rather than on edge. It felt like a smile of mutual enjoyment. But he leant over and whispered something to his tiny girlfriend, who I only now realized had lost her nipple tape. Her small tits were now naked to the world, pert and dotted with luminescent nipple studs. She turned and smiled at me as well, and I grinned back again like an idiot. Embarrassed, I tore my eyes from her, and back to Tara and NJ.

The guy behind NJ had pulled the strap around her chest open, letting her magnificent tits free. They really were magnificent. She was by far the best endowed of the three of us. His one hand cupped the one, and the other was sliding down her tummy into her bottoms. Her hands disappeared behind her. As I looked back to Tara, I noticed the asian girl dancing up in front of me.

"First time?" she leaned forward until she was against me and whispered in my ear. Her body pushed against me as she did. I could feel her breasts against mine. She had reached her hand up and deftly tucked my hair over my ear. Her thumb pushed over my earhole, somehow it seemed to help me hear her over the music.

"Yes," I laughed. "How'd you know?"

I could hear the bemusement in her voice.

"It's pretty obvious," she said. "But also the bracelet." Her hand stroked down my shoulder and arm to my wrist and she took the bracelet in her hand.

"Oh." I said, looking down at it. I noticed that her bracelet was bright pink, rather than mine which was multicolored.

She was now holding my hand, and dancing in front of me, facing me. My heart felt like it would explode. She was so close to me. She was as short as I was, which meant we were looking directly at each other, and I was still smiling my stupid smile.

"Do you want to dance with me?" she asked. Her hips started to sway more rhythmically in front of me. Her smile was more restrained than mine, but it was there. I felt like I was in a trance, like I was dissociated.

I paused for a moment, staring at her and then I nodded slowly. She quickly turned and backed up onto me, her hands reached backwards up around my neck. It felt so strange to be in this position, this is the position the guy would usually be in. I have done that move before... I mean, never topless but still. She pushed her ass against me, rising and lowering with the music. I instinctively put my hands on her hips and ran them up her stomach.

I looked around again, Tara was dancing with NJ, who still had the guy behind her. I couldn't really see what was going on. But similarly I felt a presence behind me. I could feel who it was, without needing to turn around.

"My name is Storm," the girl in front of me said, "and he's Luke." She had to rest the back of her head on my shoulder to speak to me, her cheek rubbing against mine. As I turned to answer her, she pressed her lips against mine. I couldn't help but kiss back, closing my eyes, and surrendering myself into it. As I did, the nerves left me. The music returned. Her tongue slid into mine, and I felt at peace again. My hands rubbed up her ribcage and unto her breasts, squeezing them softly. I could feel her moan through her lips into mine. At the same time, I could feel the presence behind me against my back. He was large and his arms reached easily around both me and Storm. I pushed my ass back slightly, to let him know I was okay with his approach. Just the sensation of touching and being touched was driving me crazy. I just wanted more stimulation.

"Tell me if you want me to stop," he said, in a deep, gruff voice, as his hands covered mine over Storm's tits. He squeezed harder, harder than I had been. She let out a gasp in my mouth, but carried on kissing me. His hands left mine and started traveling down her body, leaving me to gently pinch her nipples. It was the first time I had ever felt nipple piercings. I could feel his bulge against the small of my back, it was shifting slightly as it grew. I rubbed my ass against it in encouragement. I didn't know what had gotten into me. His hands slipped further down to Storm's shorts, where he started unbuttoning, the first, and then second button. Once finished, his right hand came up to mine again. He gently, but firmly took my hand off her breast and lifted it, bringing it up to our mouths. We both obediently opened our mouths, and he pushed my fingers into Storms, and then his into mine. I could taste the salt on his fingers, sweat, yet I twirled my tongue around them, following Storm's lead on my own. His fingers were thick, and he wasn't shy about pushing them in.

He pulled them out and took my hand, guiding it down. I followed as he slid both our hands into her shorts. She had no underwear underneath, nor hair. She had prepared for this. I could feel how wet she was as my fingers touched her slit. She moaned as we touched her, her own hands reaching back and grabbing my hips. Luke pushed both our fingers inside, curling into her easily. We were all still rocking to the music, gently as our fingers started to play in harmony inside her. They started together, but then we broke apart, his still inside her, while I rubbed at her clit. I could hear her breathing sharpen, at the same time, Luke was breathing heavily behind me and kissing my neck. I opened my eyes again and looked around.

We had gathered a bit of a crowd. Although the dancefloor was still pumping, a few people nearby had turned to face us. NJ, Tara and their partner were obscured by another guy standing in the way, who was swaying as if dancing, but his eyes were fixated on Storm. Next to him were a couple, with her standing in front of him, wearing only lingerie. They were holding each other, although not playing, but both their eyes met mine as I glanced at them.

"Helllllo boys and girls and everything in between."

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A loud and deep, but feminine voice boomed over the speakers. Ths music lowered. The dancing slowed and stopped, everyone turning to face the DJ stand cum stage. A spotlight centered on the platform, illuminating a man, no, a woman in drag. A drag king. Her hair was dark and short, and cut in a man's style, and she was wearing a three-piece suit. She looked like she walked straight out of Man Men, but underneath she was clearly a beautiful woman. My burgeoning threesome paused, but did not end. Storm, Luke and I maintained our positions as we turned to see what was happening.

"Welcome to House of Love!" the host announced, her voice sultry and smooth. "I will be your host for the evening, here to guide you through every delicious delight and debaucherous deed that tonight has to offer. Some of you might know me. Others might have only heard of me. Some... may have never had the pleasure..."

A few chuckles rose from the crowds, as her voice danced over the word pleasure, dripping with sensuality.

"I go by many names, but tonight, well," she said, "you can just call me... daddy."

Cheers erupted from the crowd, including from Storm in front of me. I had pulled my hands from her pants and she had taken them in hers. As the cheers died down, daddy spoke again. Her charisma and aura was remarkable. Fully clothed, in a room of semi-naked ravers, every single person was only paying attention to her.

"Thank you, thank you. And thank you for all coming tonight. I always love having you over to my house. We're all family here, in this House of Love. Even families need rules however, so, as we tumble down this rabbit hole, let me share with you the rules of my house."

"Rule number one," she said. "No means no. It should go without saying, but unfortunately it doesn't. If anyone does anything that makes you feel uncomfortable, talk to one of our friendly consenticorns about it, and they'll help."

All around the crowd, girls and guys wearing multi-colored unicorn horns on their head raise their hands. The horns not only identify them, but make them easier to find in a crowd.

"Anyone who acts inappropriately will be made to leave, no questions asked. Rule number 2!"

She smiled.

"We're all here for a good time. Everyone here is here for the same reason. As long as you obey rule number 1, we won't bother you."

More cheers from the crowd.

"So my lovelies. I'll be joining you in a few minutes," she said with an air of finality. "So don't go popping that champagne too early. Daddy's coming."

The music dropped as she finished her sentence, punctuated by glitter being shot from cannons on either side of her. Cheers erupted and the energy renewed almost instantly. Storm pulled forwards and danced in front of me, wriggling out of her booty shorts. As they hit her ankles and her boots, she was left completely naked, save the footwear. She kicked off her shorts, deftly catching them in the air, but continuing her dance. Luke was still behind me, but no longer pressed up against my back.

Tara reappeared, dancing over to me past Storm, who was now back in the dance zone. Tara was smiling broadly. Her hair was a bit disheveled.

"Emma!" she called, wide-eyed and pupils dilated. She threw her arms around me. "Are you having fun? It looks like you're having fun!" She said it close to my ear, just like Storm had done earlier.

"I am," I reply, an unconscious smile creeping across my face. "This place is crazy, right? But... I feel so good. I can't believe how good I feel. What did we take?"

My heart is still pounding, and my body can't help but move to the music. Even while talking to Tara, I am swaying around, my arms around her waist.

"Molly," she says, pulling back and looking at my face. Although I'm looking her in the eyes, her face seems blurry and I have trouble focusing on it. "Emma, I love you so much. I'm so glad you're having fun!"

"I love you too!" I insisted.

We both laughed, giggled with beaming smiles. We sounded like such losers. Here we were in a crazy sex rave, and her and I were hugging in the middle telling each other how much we loved one another. We danced with each other, instinctually. We couldn't not, with all the endorphins or whatever that were flowing through our veins.

Once again, I felt a presence behind me. This time it was clearly no 6 foot tall man, but rather little Storm. She nuzzled into the nape of my neck, kissing me. Her hands on my hips.

"Oh hello," said my sister in surprise, still laughing.

"This is Storm," I introduced her. Storm paused for a second from kissing my neck to look up.

"Hi!" she sang. She moved out from behind me and wriggled her way between me and Tara. Her ass was to me again, as she liked it, and she reached around Tara's neck this time. She pulled her down into a kiss, rubbing her ass against me. I could see Tara and her getting lost in the kiss. She tended to have that effect on people. Tara's hands were wandering down Storm's bare back to her, just as bare, ass cheeks. She gripped them and squeezed.

It was so odd to see Tara do that.

The now familiar presence of Luke appeared behind me. I was starting to understand their movement. Him, being a large and potentially threatening man, hung back and let her, the cute and diminutive kitten, make friends for them. Smart. Once again, his large physique wrapped around me. His hands on my hips, his head resting above mine. He kissed down my cheek to my mouth. His beard rubbed against my face. It felt so different, to the boys I'd been with before, and the girl only minutes ago. His hands explored confidently, as if he knew I wasn't going to stop them. They reached down my legs and under gripped the sides of my dress, hiking it up. My heart leaped as he did. Oh god, this was actually happening. His hand crept up under my dress. Unlike his girlfriend, I was wearing underwear. It was pretty damp at this point, both from sweat and the extended play of the night. His right hand stroked up my inner thigh and rubbed over my panties. He kept his palm flat, but slid a finger slightly over my slit. Storm's ass was bumping his hand against me, grinding against my sex.

"Oh god," I muttered. I reached my hands forward in front of me, around Storm in this perverted congo line. I closed my eyes and held myself against her back. Luke's left hand pulled my dress up further, as his right fighting to get under my panties. He succeeded, and his middle finger crawled down inside me. I felt the pleasure in my throat, in my nervous stomach. The music filled me and I rocked my body to it, moaning as all our movements complemented one another. I felt other hands, maybe Storm's, grip my ass. No, Storm shifts around in front of me. I recognized her smell and movements, and her mouth. Her tongue, her lips, against mine. I started to lose myself again. I could feel the pleasure building inside me, burning inside me as his hand rubbed against my clit and his finger pushed inside me. I was moaning, that I could tell. I felt hands pulling my dress up even more. I didn't care. I felt it get pulled up my body, breaking my kiss with Storm as it reached my head. It was pulled up over me and left me.

The familiar feeling of being topless, the air against my skin, felt electric. Quickly the nakedness of my nipple is replaced by the softness of a kiss, as Storm took it into her mouth. I held her head against me, enraptured by her tongue looping hungrily. Oh god, it was building up. I gripped her hair, rocking my hips back and forth. I let out an audible moan. It just escaped from me, unwillingly, as my orgasm overtook me. The fingers inside me continued through it. It took me a few moments to come back down to earth. My legs were weak. Luke slid his hand out from my black lace panties. Only then did I realize how unsteady I was. I fall back onto him, opening my eyes as he holds me up easily. My eyes struggled to adapt to seeing lights and colors again. I looked around, conscious of Luke's bulge pressed against the top of my ass.

The party was in full swing now. Storm and I were not the only girls topless, but we had re-congregated our audience. I recognized the same three from earlier, the couple and a guy, but there were more people around now as well. Some were staring at me, some at Storm. Storm was loving the attention. She had drawn back from me and was now dancing with Tara. I could see the faraway look in Tara's eyes; she was lost in the sensorial bliss of Storms hands running all over her. Tara was just swaying to the music as Storm's hands roamed, first unclipping her bra and then pulling it off underneath her mesh top. She dropped it to the floor and then gently squeezed Tara's tits.

From behind, Luke's hands rose up and squeezed my tits, sparking life back into me. I had almost forgotten myself watching the other two dancing. His right hand continued upwards, creeping over my neck and to my mouth again. He slid his fingers in, so that I could taste my own juices and wetness left there. As he started pushing his fingers in or out, he whispered in my ear.

"Are you ready to use your mouth?"

My heart leaped when he said it, I felt wetness again. I stared ahead as Storm took my sister's nipple into her mouth through the mesh top. I noticed that one of the guys watching has his hand down his pants, rubbing himself. Luke was waiting for my response. Fuck, I was waiting for my response.

I nodded.

His reply was immediate. He pulled his fingers gently from my mouth, put both his hands on my shoulders and turned me around to face him. He was so tall, I craned my neck to look up at his face. It was a blur of beard, spiked collar and eyes. He kissed me roughly, more roughly than Storm. Then he pushed me down. I obeyed without really thinking about it, dropping to my knees on the floor. It was, thankfully, softer than I expected. It wasn't bare concrete at least. Wait, why am I thinking about the floor? Luke was already unbuttoning his black jeans. I stared at his crotch. I could see his bulge struggling to escape. After unbuttoning, he pulled his hands away, prompting me to finish the job.

I reached up and pulled down his pants, operating almost on autopilot. They struggled down, but as they got past this package, it was easier. His cock jumped out, almost fully hard. Lookin at him, I had expected his cock to be big. He was a big guy and they're usually proportional right? Even so, he was far bigger than I had imagined. It looked like it was about the size of my forearm, as thick, and circumcised. Although I hadn't really seen that many, I could honestly say it was the biggest I had seen, at least in person. When I reached up to grab it, my hand couldn't fit around. My hand felt a child's around its girth, even as I brought up my second. I ran my fingers up and down the length of it, not quite sure how to even begin to tackle this beast. I decided to just go for it, starting by twirling my tongue around the tip. Then I licked up and down his shaft, doing my best to get as much of it wet as possible. It hardened even more as I did. The slickness of my saliva helped my hands stroke it. It seemed to grow way too hard for something so big. I now understood what Storm saw in this mountain of a man. He looked down at me as I stroked his cock, I couldn't even tell if he was making eye contact because of the bright lights haloing his head.