Party Night

The music pounds in your head, Cindy’s constant egging, and the promise that the **** will ease the pain in your muscles. Cindy did say it shouldn’t be as bad. You swallow and lean down, snorting the line of Rx powder. It burns as it rips past your sinuses. You cough and sputter, rubbing your nose, your eyes burning.

“Wooo!” Hallow hollers, slapping your back. “Here take this,” she pushes a shot into your hand. You down the shot, the **** burning its way down your throat. Cindy’s hand is still on your back, and the slight pressure through your tops is already starting to tingle pleasantly. The Rx is starting to take effect. “Let’s dance!”

She pulls you from the table, her hold on your wrist sending ripples of pleasure up your arm. The pain in your muscles fades, the muscle relaxers, or perhaps just the Rx. The dance floor is crowded, every person that bumps into you sends a jolt of ecstasy through you. Cindy grinds against you, tingling sensations spreading at each touch.

All of your aches and pains have washed away, replaced with heightened feelings of pleasure. Even the droplets of sweat running down your face feel amazing. It’s not nearly as overpowering as last time, maybe Hallow was right, or was it because it was cut with other stuff, or perhaps a smaller dose?

She grinds against you, her head lulling back on to your shoulder, her ass pressed against your crotch. And your first orgasm hits, an almost normal feeling orgasm rippling from your upper thigh. But the feelings of pleasure radiate out and set off another where a climax had been building where Hallow’s back pressed against your chest, dominoing into your shoulder where her head rests. Your neck spasms from the shoulder orgasm, your moan wobbles drowned out by the music.

With the orgasmic bliss washing over you, even the bass vibrating around you massages your senses. You’re not sure how long you’ve been dancing, when Cindy turns, her breath tickling your ear as she says, “You want to see my Rx effect?”

You wouldn’t be able to argue even if you wanted, your mind addled with ****, ****, and orgasms. Cindy grips your hand guiding you off the dance floor, her fingers burning lines of pleasure where they grasp your hand.

She pushes you against the wall of a bathroom stall. The hard divider sending waves of pleasure down your spine.

Cindy smiles pulling her shirt off over her head, hanging it on the hook on the stall door. When she turns, you see her full back tattoo of a laurel wreath. She’s stunning, her abs easily defined, you wonder how long it will take for your abs to etch themselves across your flat stomach, for you to look like Cindy or Yuruki.

Hallow unfastens the button of her jeans lowering them over her thighs, and then you see something odd. A bundle of gray bumps above her pussy, below her navel. You gasp when the bumps grow and grow from her skin. 6 lengthy tentacles extend from her mound, reminding you of a Tentacruel.

She breathes a sigh of relief, “I love that feeling, of releasing them.” The tentacles float in the air around you, one rubbing against your cheek. The warm wetness radiates pleasure across your face. “What do you think?” she asks, her fingers already undoing the buttons on your vest and shirt. And you don’t think, you’re lost to the experience, the pleasure and the ****.

You moan as she sucks on your neck, her tentacles running along your newly exposed torso. Your chest quakes as their slippery warmth flicks over your super sensitive nipples. Your arms are pulled over your head, a tentacle binding them together over your head. The warmth tingling against your skin, they slide around, sending waves of pleasure down your forearms, your fingers tingling on the edge of multiple orgasms as the head of the tentacle pumps between your fingers.

Cindy muffles your moans with her own mouth, her tongue feels like heaven against your own. She pulls your pants down, and you immediately feel a tentacle wiggling its way into your panties. The feeling of the warmth slipping over your clit is nearly enough to make you cum, and the first plunge into your pussy flings you over the edge. Your body quivers in ecstasy, your orgasm setting off a domino of pleasure as each other spot cums. Your tentacle licked nipples pulsing in ecstasy, the spot on your neck that Cindy had sucked, your lips and tongue where Cindy’s met yours, each of your digits stretching and curling in individual orgasms that radiate down each arm.

Cindy’s grasp on your hips is the only thing keeping you standing. Another tentacle wraps around the outside of your thigh, the warmth pressing against your ass cheek, and you gasp as it pushes into your other hole. Cindy moans, you wonder how much she can feel through the tentacles.

A tentacle wraps around your neck, gently squeezing, the pressure sends waves of pleasure down your chest. You gag as the same tentacle barges past your lips, the sweet and earthy taste slides over your tongue, and down your throat. Your neck muscles separating the tentacle from itself on the outside.

Cindy and you both moan into the club bathroom as her tentacles fuck all your holes. You’re not sure if or when Cindy cums, your mind going blank when a tentacle sets off another cascade of full body orgasms when it brushes against your navel.

You fall to your knees after too many orgasms to count. Every inch of your skin feels as if it could ignite in a blaze of glory. Your mind clouded with pleasure as Cindy licks your fluids from one of her tentacles. “That was fun,” Cindy smiles, her tentacles retracting into her abdomen again. She leaves you on the bathroom floor, a puddle of ecstasy, your shirts thrown open, your pants around your knees.