Beyond the stratosphere.

You start to feel dizzy, desperately needing a breath but unable to pull away from Front-man's mouth. Your mind refuses to complain as part of the reason is restricted space, Back-man having moved in to kiss, lick, suck, and nibble everything from your shoulder to your earlobe. Clearly not interested in having to skip over even an inch of skin, he moves one hand from your breast to a whine of protest.

One moment, you feel a tugging on your dress pressing the fabric taught against your chest. The next, your skin is crawling in goosebumps despite the writhing masses of bodies around you and the one you yourself are in the middle of, your nipples springing to attention as the knot holding your halter top in place unravels. His hand soon returns, mauling your tits with renewed vigor as his mouth returns to your flesh. Your hands rush to lock around Front-man's neck, your legs trembling while your hips somehow manage to pick up speed, pushing even harder against each of them.

Finally, he breaks the kiss, leaving you gasping and panting too heavily to manage a single moan the duo's continued stimulation begs you to vocalize. A whimper barely passes your lips as you find both men have moved so that you are no longer rubbing up against them. When they return, you feel your heart beat race at twice the BPM of the music, or so it feels.

Flesh slaps against yours as first Front-man returns, a long pillar of throbbing warmth pressing against your stomach. it reaches up between your breasts. Depending on just where it originates, this thing could be over a foot long. A squeak escapes you as another mass makes sudden contact with your partially bared ass. You can't quite tell just how far this one reaches, but you are overwhelmed by the other one enough that you would probably completely misjudge it, anyway.

"P-please..." you barely manage to whisper, certain your words are lost to the music as Front-man's cock slides down your abdomen a matter of inches, the brightly-colored lights reappearing as he bends slightly. You gasp as an arm suddenly hooks under your knee, pulling it up along with his straightening torso. You could swear that, in the ever-changing light, you catch sight of a nearly predatory grin on his face.

All thought flies from your mind-- where you are, who your partner's are, what you're wearing, how you got into this situation-- as his lower head nudges your lower lips. He takes little time getting in line with your small, unused opening before stabbing forth ay full ****, your other foot lifting from the ground entirely for how high up his cock originates. Your scream of shock, pain, and joy somehow sounds like part of the music. He stops only about half-way inside of you.

"Damn, man," he comments to your second partner. "She's a fucking virgin."

"You're shitting me," Back-man counters with disbelief, his ministrations halting at the news. You can only nod, teeth gritting as you try to find a way to adjust to the intrusion more quickly. "Back here, too?" As he asks, his tip pokes gently at your asshole. With a whimper, you respond with an even more fervent nod, eyes clenching tightly.

For a moment, the three of you are silent, falling still. The only part of you moving is your dangling leg, waving back and forth limply from the momentum caused by its sudden ascension.

Again, your cries blend into the soundtrack of your deflowering-- you would have to find out what this song was later-- as Back-man presses on, making only a few millimeters' progress.

"You have to relax, baby," he whispers into your ear, the warmth and dampness of his breath making you shudder in arousal. "It'll make this easier-- and more pleasurable-- for the both of us." Nodding faintly, you try to follow his instruction, taking deep breaths as you put conscious effort towards accepting the second cock you've ever had immediately after taking the first. The only problem is that very breath contracts the muscles of your abdomen, reminding you undeniably of the presence of the first dick in your pussy.

"Name's Deion," Front-man states, clearly trying to distract you. "He's Tariq." Focusing on his words, your muscles seem to automatically soften. "You're quite the tease for a virgin. I promise we'll show you a hell of a good time." You manage a tremulous smile. It is nice to be able to identify who is taking your holes more simply, even if having names does kind of impact just how hot not knowing anything about your first sexual partners was. You let out another cry, clenching once again as you feel Tariq shove again, claiming multiple inches. Deion kisses you once more, the two remaining still as Tariq starts in on your neck again, biting and sucking, leaving multiple marks along the way.

"One," Deion starts, pulling away only a couple of centimeters.

"Two," Tariq continues, doing the same. You tighten your grip, trying to prepare for what is about to come.

"Three!" Both men thrust up, Deion tugging you down by your hips as Tariq pulls you backwards by your tits. You cry out again, silencing only as Deion takes over your lips once more. Now, he faces the task of muffling nearly constant cries of agonized elation. His long, thick member batters what seems like every inch of your cunt as the two fall into rhythm with the music, one thrusting forward as the other pulls back. Tariq doubles the efforts of his hands and mouth as if he want's you to be so loud that the entire city manages to hear you over the all-consuming music.

You soon are delirious with ecstasy, dizzy with erotic stimulation, your arms threatening to go limp as all of your focus shifts to the parts of your body being toyed with relentlessly. In this state, you wouldn't care if your own parents were watching right now, witnessing their daughter surrendering every square millimeter of her body to a pair of men she had never met before, one of whom had slaughtered her hymen before even thinking about sharing his name.

Nothing else mattered but the overwhelming sensations bombarding your pitiful little brain, the pain driven out by the pleasure. Your mouth seemed to be just another speaker, spewing sounds constantly even as Deion pulled back less than an inch. Each thrust into your torso seemed to push air through your vocal chords again, keeping your voice in time with the backing track. He laughs quietly, locking eyes with you.

"That's it, girl," he encourages, shifting only slightly and intensifying his efforts, slamming directly against your cervix with every punch of his hips. "Come on. You know who we are now. Tell us how we're doing. Don't be afraid to use our names." With that, he starts mirroring Tariq's treatment of your neck, ensuring both sides of your body will be dripping with saliva.

"D-Dei-on..." you moan, voice hitching at particularly powerful thrust. "T-Tariq..." You let out another cry of beloved pain as the man in question bites down hard on your shoulder in response to his name. "D-don't... st-stop... Oh... Ngh... P-please..."

"Please what?" Tariq mutters directly into your ear, breath almost as heavy as your own.

"P-please..." You try again, feeling your eyes trying to roll back into your skull.

"You can ask us, baby," Deion assures into your other ear, his breath just as heavy as his friend's.

"P-please..." Both men thrusting sharply at once forces the breath from your lungs and the words from your mouth: "F-fuck me. More. P-please. D-don't stop f-fucking meeeeeeeee~~~!" You scream out the final word as both men let loose, pounding at you relentlessly.

Unbeknownst to you, some members of the crowd have shifted their focus from the music to the show, both dancers and people at drinking at the tables around the room have moved closer, surrounding the three of you. Some are rubbing themselves through their clothing, a few women on the dance floor are ruthlessly grinding against men behind them, who in turn grope everywhere they can reach. Almost no one blinks, subconsciously afraid to miss something unbelievably hot.