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  When I was finally strong enough to wrap my arms around her, she came. I felt it int he way she jerked, her stomach tightened and she… she bit me, but I liked it and I raked my fingers through her hair and down her back.

  When she was finished she purred like a kitten and kissed me again and again for hours, lying on top of me, her soft weight warming my body as she breathed against me.

  I woke up the next day in her arms. I was the little spoon, and she had her hand in my underwear, her soft lips pressed against the back of my neck.

  Shivering from the cold, I had a hard time detaching myself from her. Her arm had slipped under me in the night and she squeezed my breast before she let go of me.

  “No fair,” said Chastity. “Why do you get to keep her?”

  Melody looked over my shoulder. “She’s not ready for yet. She will be.”

  Leaving me on the bed, she crawled over me and slipped to the floor, yawned and stretched. She was sinuous in her movements, like a big cat. I laid in the bunk and watched these women rise from where they slept and go through their morning routine. I was offered a breakfast of a granola bar, which I turned down. By the time I slipped out of the bed and pulled my pants back on, Sarah was in the driver’s seat again, and the rumbling contraption began to move. I sat down on the floor and backed against the wall, watching. Melody pulled an electric guitar from a padded case and began tuning it. I fished a dogeared paperback from my pack and started reading to pass the time, but I was really watching them. Chastity only reluctantly wore a shirt, her blue hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. She was the bass player, I presumed.

  The rest of the drive took a few hours, through the next town. I hadn’t heard about any kind of music festival out here, but there had to be one. The camper slowed and lurched to a stop and Sarah spoke to a ratty looking guy in flannel at the edge of a freaking corn field. Laughing, she drove in, the camper swaying drunkenly from side to side as it lumbered over uneven bumps and ruts in the dirt path, the whole thing creaking and groaning like an old man lurching down stairs. Eventually, Sarah turned off, pulling the camper into an open space between two others, and the whole group sprang into action.

  “Don’t get lost,” Melody said to me, as she went to unpack gear from the big compartments on the outside of the camper.

  “Don’t you want my help?”

  “Maybe when we pack up,” she said. “Sarah was kidding about the gas, grass, or ass thing.” She leaned closer and rested her hand on my hip. “Unless you want to give me your ass.”

  I felt a flutter in my stomach, thinking about last night and how good she made me feel, how gentle and caring she was, so focused on my pleasure.

  “Maybe,” I said, licking my lips.

  She grinned, and gave me a wink, looking over her shoulder.

  That left me to wander.

  This place was weird. I’d never been to something like this before, so I kept to myself, moving around the fringes. It was mostly other musicians in old beat up campers, but some others started to trickle in later in the day, and then when it got dark they really began pouring in. A thick sickly sweet smell of smoke filled the air, and there was a lot of drinking. For all my supposed edge, I felt out of place and alone. The music started at dusk. No announcements, nothing formal. A band started playing and the crowd went quiet. Somebody offered me a joint, and I passed. I avoided any drinks, either, just hung out in the crowd and watched. I didn’t see Melody or the others. The band finished up their set, and another started. The music was loud, hammering in my ears, but it wasn’t particularly, well, good.

  Then I saw Sarah setting up behind the drum set, Melody and Chastity with guitars. Razor walked out on stage, carrying a microphone trailing a wire.

  Naked.

  She was completely nude except for a pair of sneakers, her long legs shining with sweat as she stood boldly on stage, hip cocked to the side, grinning. She was covered in tattoos. Feathers, or maybe scales on her arms, and a snake wrapped around body, the tail pointed between her legs, the head inked on her shoulder as if it were a living thing wrapped around her body, its scaly head leaning on her shoulder to look out over the crowd. The music started, and it was completely different. It was like it sucked out part of my soul and took control of it. I couldn’t really make out the words, but it didn’t matter. Razor’s voice was incredible, inhumanly beautiful, like it pulled in all the other music and took control of it. It was like the others were just instruments thats he played with her song.

  Watching her was eerie. She was pure sex but there was nothing vulnerable about her at all. She was different. Powerful. When she finished the song she stood spread-eagled on the stage, arms over her head, panting and shining with sweat. My heart hammered in my chest.

  Another song started, but I retreated back to the camp and climbed and inside, trying to process what I felt as the muffled music thumped against the wall behind me. How the hell did those other people handle that on drugs?

  I felt weird and floaty, like I’d left my body.

  Another band must have started up. The sound changed.

  When they came back, Razor wore a long-t-shirt but nothing else. She was still sweaty and panting, something strange and feral in her eyes as the others piled in behind her and pulled the door shut. Melody counted a stack of bills and stuffed it away in a kitchen drawer in the camper’s little galley while Razor pulled off her shirt and took her shoes off, too. She toweled the sweat off her body in long strokes, totally unconscious of her nudity, like it was completely normal. I was entranced by her tattoos, the way they shimmered like they were flecked with gold, or something. She looked over at me and I could swear her big green eyes were glowing, in the way of a cat’s when they caught the light.

  “You,” she said, in a slightly hoarse voice, “take off your clothes.”

  My jaw dropped.

  “Um,” I managed.

  They surrounded me. Melody touched Razor’s shoulder, knelt beside me, and began to unbutton my shirt. She caressed my cheek, running her nails lightly over my skin.

  “Shhh,” she said. “We won’t hurt you. It’ll be like last night, but better. Chastity, fold out the bed.”

  Melody swung her leg over me and sat in my lap, wrapping her long legs around my hips. She smelled like sweat and smoke, and let her hair down, pushing me back into the corner in a deep kiss. My resistance melted into a low moan as I tasted her, and her deft hands worked my shirt open one button at a time, her nails lightly teasing the skin of my stomach, making me giggle in her mouth. She spread the garment back over my shoulders and down my arms, and I was topless except for my bra, and she unhooked that, too, and brought her smooth, soft hands around, up my sides, to cup my breasts. Then her hands slid under my arms and she stood, guiding me to my feet. Razor appeared next to me, a hunger in her eyes that was a little scary. She threw her arms around me and stated pushing my jeans down as Melody undid the button. When they came down and slid over my ass, another pair of hands squeezed my backside, and I felt Chastity’s big breasts brush my back. Sarah undressed without ceremony, and I couldn’t help but stare at her body. She was heavily muscled, but shockingly feminine with wide hips and full breasts that made her more masculine features like the veins on her muscley arms and her broad shoulders only more alluring.

  Then I was on the bed, Chastity wriggling out of her pants and panties both, my head pillowed on her chest as Razor pressed my knees apart and dipped between my thighs. I hardly had time to react before I felt her lips on my sex, a deep kiss that flicked her tongue inside me, and writhed.

  “Gentle,” said Melody. She knelt next to me, beautifully unclothed. “She’s a virgin.”

  Razor looked up at me and grinned, and dipped back down to settle between my legs and begin playing with my sensitive folds with her tongue as he hands slid under my backside. I closed my legs against her sides and shivered. Chastity shifted and turned my head, so I writhed against her and felt the shockingly soft skin of her breast
s against my cheeks. Turning, she guided her nipple into my mouth and I sucked, moaning softly as Razor’s finger slowly entered my body, easing her way into my throbbing pussy. Sarah watched with wide eyes, leaning against the wall and fingering herself. Melody stroked my hair and cupped my breast in her hand, lazily moving her thumb around my nipple in circles, until my nips stiffened into needy points. There was so much overwhelming sensation, I could barely stand it. Sweat popped on my back and between my breasts, tingling as Razor’s deft mouth sent electric shocks down my legs. I felt so hot.

  “I want to fuck her,” said Sarah.

  “I’m not done,” Razor said, looking up at me before her mouth returned to my pussy.

  I saw what Sarah meant. She had a… a toy. It was a dildo but one end had a big rubber bulb, and she was working it into her body. With a little grunt she took the big end and her pussy closed around it, locking it against her. It was like a cock.

  She grabbed Melody and pushed her down on the bed, worked her muscular hips between Melody’s legs. Melody moaned as Sarah worked the rubber cock inside her and began to thrust, her whole body moving urgently. Both women began moaning, Melody’s legs shaking as Sarah knotted a fist in her hair and squeezed her breast, thrusting so hard it shook the bed.

  My peak was building, the pressure building up under my skin. Razor sat up and watched me writhe and moan against Chastity as she worked a second finger inside me, pumping me with her fingers while she circled my clit with her thumb. Moaning, Melody bucked under Sarah, writhing and moaning, and raked her nails down the taller woman’s back.

  I jerked and thrashed when Razor brought me to a shocking, sudden orgasm that rocked through my body like a jolt from above, made my fingers tingle as waves of pleasure danced through my body. She slid up my body, running her soft chest over my stomach and up over mine to meet my lips and give me my own taste on her tongue as she kissed me, humping between my legs with contractions of her muscular ass.

  “Sarah,” Razor purred, “I want to see you fuck her.”

  She pulled out of a quivering Melody, rose up on all fours and came down on top of me as Razor moved out of the way.

  Sarah was heavy, and though she was tight and muscular her skin was shockingly smooth. She held my head with one hand and used the other to guide the dildo into my body. I felt the pressure build and build until it slipped inside me, slicked by my hot arousal. I whimpered, strained by the foreign sensation. It was so much bigger than a finger, more intense than even a moth on my pussy. Razor watched, lying on her side. Melody lay behind her, spooned against her back, fingering her the way she’d done to me the night before. Razor’s lips parted in silent pleasure and she squeezed my hand as Sarah began to fuck me, moaning as the device ground against her clit and rubbed inside her pussy as it pushed deep inside, filling me up. Melody shifted, lowering me to the bed, lying on her side, and pulled my mouth to her breast again. She reached down, her hand trapped between my body and Sarah’s, and began to play with my clit. My lets jerked, shaking on the bed. When I felt a mouth on my nipple I turned and saw Melody sucking my breast, making soft sounds as Razor straddled her and rubbed her wet pussy against Melody’s thigh, leaving a slick trail of arousal shining on her skin.

  I couldn’t take it anymore. I arched under them and shuddered, my limbs shaking like leaves as the pleasure built up in waves, crashed through me, faded, and built again, over and over and over until all I could do was incoherently moan. Sarah shuddered on top of me, squeaking and running her teeth over my throat, her body as tight as a spring before she began to thrash, squeezing me against her.

  She drew the dildo out of my body and flopped on her back. Razor got up and began working the big bulb out of her, lubed it up with a handful of spit, and began sliding it into me. It was so much thicker than the business end, I shivered as it entered my body, and she gave it a little tug to seat it as my pussy gripped it. I looked down and saw it jutting up from my body, like I had my own cock. Razor flopped on her back and motioned at me, her legs spread.

  Some strange instinct took over, seized control of my body and I slid on top of her, a heated feeling of need spreading through my body as my breast slid up her stomach, pressed against hers, and I shoved the dildo inside her, roughly. She cried out, her lips pulled into a smile, and ran her nails over my back. It was odd at first, finding a rhythm, but when I found it, the big bulb shifted inside my body and little nubs rubbed against my sensitive clit, sending shocks through my legs. It almost hurt, it felt so good, but I couldn’t stop. Some need drove me to thrust harder, to move faster, to ram the cock into Razor’s body, driven by the sounds she made, the expression of lust and slack pleasure on her face, the way she quivered under me. Melody put her hand on my back and watched me fuck her until she broke under me, thrashing and squeezing my hips with her legs, going limp as she lay there sweaty and spent, but I wasn’t done. I ravaged her with punishing thrusts until a strange sensation bucked through my body and the orgasm almost came as a surprise.

  Melody lay on a pillow, her legs drawn up. Her knees spread apart, exposing her to me. I pulled out of Razor and tugged the dildo out of my body, shuddering as the big bulb spread my pussy lips wide and fell on the bed.

  I crawled down between Melody’s legs and put my lips on her pussy, feeling the soft wetness of her lower lips, savoring her scent and taste as I pulled my tongue over her wet lips and stiff clit. She moaned and lurched on the bed to meet me, and I slid my finger into her sopping went cunt. It as so hot, and tight. Her pussy gripped my finger like a vice, and it felt so strange, curling my fingers inside her as I sucked on her clit and she drove her heels into the mattress and moaned, gripping fistfuls of sheet. I slipped in a second finger and began to pump and curl my fingertips, reading her motions and moans, watching a creeping pink flush spread all over her body as she writhed and pulled at the sheets. The others were fucking each other. I think Razor got the dildo, had it in her pussy and was fucking Chastity from behind, her big breasts swaying under her as she took it on all fours and ate Sarah’s cunt, but the moans were just background noise.

  I wanted to make Melody scream, and I did. She arched her back, writhed around, raked her nails in my hair. I threw myself on top of her, fucking her with my fingers while I held her head by the hair and kissed her, sharing the taste of her cunt between us. She came so hard it felt like she would break my fingers, her pussy was so tight as she climaxed. She threw her legs around me and her arms, and I fell on top of her and kissed her and kissed her and kissed her, absorbing the heat of her afterglow. She rolled on top of me and began fucking me with her fingers. One finger went up my ass, and I squeaked in alarm, but it was so good, weird and squirmy and made her fingers pumping in my pussy feel amazing.

  Slowly, I lost track of what was going on. I had my fingers in tight, wet spaces, and there were hands and mouths all over me. Someone sucked my toes. When I got up on top of Melody again, Chastity tongued my asshole as Razor fucked her from behind with the dildo, and then they changed places. I writhed on top of Melody and fingerfucked her with one hand and Sarah with the other as she lay next to us.

  My next memory after that is waking up in the morning, still exhausted, naked in a pile of girls. I faced Melody, who had her arms around me, and Sarah was behind her, hugging us both. Chastity’s big breasts pressed into my back, but I felt Razor’s hands, cupping them, her knuckles pressed into my skin.

  Yeah. My first time was pretty good.

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