Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. >Krissy's Exposed Summer byLikesToWatchHer(C) Krissy's Exposed Summer Ch. 10 Cisco & Krissy Show Off At A Rave. One night, two threesomes. TW: Hard drug use. Since the night of her summer homecoming party, when Krissy Nguyen, along with her brother's teammate Cisco, and two of his lacrosse teammates had performed sexually as a lurid foursome in front of Krissy's friends, she and Cisco had been texting. Krissy had no interest in Cisco's friends, Jon and Chris. She had sucked their cocks, while fucking Cisco, for reasons entirely unrelated to her own desires. Although, truth be told, it had been fun: servicing three cocks at once while her best friends all watched had been powerfully erotic. Watching those boys knees buckle under the ministrations of Krissy's tongue, indeed, watching their wills buckle under the mere prospect of it, was amazing. Using her sexuality to regain control of a situation that earlier had gotten away from her made Krissy feel powerful and smart. And having them bathe her torso in all of their semen just cemented for her what she already knew: she loved come -- the feel, the taste, the sight of it. The more, the better. If she had no interest in the other two boys, Cisco was another matter entirely. Krissy had a little crush. Krissy suspected that Cisco might be dumb as a brick, but he was also drop dead gorgeous -- tall, tanned, muscular, chiseled features, long dark eyelashes rimming his deep brown eyes. And his penis was like no other she had ever touched -- ten inches? Eleven? She had no idea, but when it was inside of her, Krissy had felt epically and euphorically full, and every cell and nerve in her vagina felt stimulated and stretched. It reminded her of that sensation right before swallowing, when one's mouth is completely full of something utterly delicious. After that night by the pool, Krissy was determined that she and Cisco would be having more fun together over the course of the summer. She tried to contain her excitement when Cisco texted her. Cisco: Rave in SF Friday Wanna go? Krissy: Y! Deets? Cisco: Pk you up at 9? It's a warehouse thing SOMA Cisco: Will book a hotel in SF so we don't have 2 drive back L8 Krissy: Whoz spinning? Cisco: Bunch of int'l dudes I never heard of -- but people vouch. Hard core euro EDM Krissy: Attire? Cisco: None j/k - whatever U want -- it's inside so will be hot Krissy: So skimpy. Got it. It's a date. CU Fri. Send me a link so I can check out the DJs Cisco: `🏼 What a great way to end my first week home from college, Krissy thought. She loved EDM, and she loved dancing. Beyond that, there was nowhere better to purge her inhibitions than a huge warehouse dance party, scantily attired, with hundreds of strangers. When Friday morning rolled around, Krissy once again shaved the stubble on her mound. Until four days prior, Krissy had never shaved her pubic hair at all. Then her BFF Cayleigh had shaved Krissy bald and smooth as part of their "juicy pussy contest" earlier in the week. Krissy liked the soft clean look, and the way her clitoris and labia, no longer concealed beneath a thatch of straight dark pubic hair, would swell and peak out to reveal themselves when she became aroused. However, Krissy also had begun to doubt the sustainability of the maintenance. Shaving every other day was just a pain. For tonight, though, total hair removal was indicated. As he had earlier in the week, Krissy's 18-year-old brother Kimo helped her with the harder to reach parts close to her taint and on the inside edges of the lips of her vulva. She thanked him as always with a hug and a kiss on the forehead. In her room, trying to select a wardrobe for the rave, Krissy was aware of how little time she'd spent in clothes that week. She'd been dressed at the start of her party, but not by the end of it! She'd gotten dressed (barely -- only wearing a short dress and flip flops) when she and Kimo had left the house to eat and run an errand. Other than that, Krissy hadn't put on a stitch of clothing since her parents had left on their vacation. Kimo, likewise, was embracing the freedom of his own nudity, and the two of them along with Cayleigh (who seemed to be spending more and more time at the Nguyens' house, not that anyone was complaining) were enjoying the liberated naturist life while Krissy and Kimo's parents were away. After donning and doffing half a dozen different options, Krissy settled on a little party thong for the bottom. It was sewn from stretchy metallic gold fabric, with a narrow strip between the legs and up the front, three parallel straps around each hip, and a mere string in the back that threaded between the cheeks of her ass. Krissy moved on to her options for a top: a halter, a little bikini top with triangles in the front, or any number of lacy bras. Then Krissy remembered that she had a pair of blue, sequined, stick-on, heart-shaped pasties with little gold bows that she had bought for Coachella three years earlier. At the time, only sixteen years old, she was still somewhat shy, and the pasties were a check she was not yet prepared to cash. But today was a new day, and shyness was no longer Krissy's issue. She felt pride at having had the foresight to keep the pasties. Krissy stood before her bedroom mirror in her blue platform Chuck Taylors, the little gold thong, and her glittery blue pasties that covered nothing but her nipples. She admired the look: sexy, fuckable, fit, bold, strong. Perhaps with some irony, in order to embrace a modicum of modesty until reaching the rave, Krissy grabbed the same cotton dress she had worn to run errands with Kimo earlier in the week and pulled it over her head. Cisco texted Krissy that he was outside. She strapped on a little fanny pack to hold her ID and her phone, bolted down the stairs, gave her brother Kimo -- sitting naked on the sofa playing video games as usual -- a kiss on the top of his head, and walked outside to hop into Cisco's car. "Nice fucking ride!" Krissy said, settling into the passenger seat of Cisco's black BMW. "It's my dad's." Cisco confessed. "Nice that he lets you drive it, though!" Krissy responded as she began to fiddle with the stereo controls, looking for a good song. "I don't know why I imagined you'd wear something more revealing." Cisco commented on Krissy's cotton dress as he drove towards the freeway onramp for the one-hour drive from Palo Alto to San Francisco. "That's because when you met me, I was naked and playing sex games." Krissy joked. "Anyway -- the dress is only for the drive." She said, lifting the hem to show off her shiny gold thong. "Nice!" Said Cisco, admiring Krissy's smooth thighs and flat belly. He gave a gentle command, "You should take it all off for the ride up. Show me your stuff!" "Cisco, we need to talk about something." Krissy said, earnestly. Cisco asked what, already disappointed that the lurid debauchery of their last encounter was not going to recommence immediately. "I'm not sure you and your boys are clear on the concept of consent. Cayleigh and I invited you to judge our pussies for the contest, but we did not invite Jon and Chris. But you played along with them when they blackmailed us with nude pics. Nude pics that we also never consented to." Krissy admonished her date. Cisco, shocked, pushed back, "Come on! You were having fun! Everyone was just playing around, right? I mean, the way you gobbled their cocks afterwards it sure seemed like you were having a good time!" "I chose to do that." Krissy responded. "Just like I chose to fuck you. But Cayleigh is still describing the experience on the sofa as 'thumb rape' and I can't disagree with her." "The fuck, Krissy! What are you saying? Are you saying I raped you?" Cisco was indignant. "You participated in what the lawyers would, I think, call a sexual assault." Krissy admonished. "Look, Cisco -- I'm not going to report you guys or anything like that. I'm not threatening you. But if you and I are going to hang out, I need to know that you understand the difference between yes and no; between enthusiasm and capitulation." "Capitulation?" Cisco asked, confused at a word that landed well outside his vocabulary. "It means giving in under duress. My point is that I need to be sure you are not going to try to make me do anything against my will, not ever again." Krissy concluded. "Man, girls can be such buzz kills. I thought you were a free spirit who just liked to fuck!" Cisco said. "I am, Cisco." Krissy retorted. "I am a free spirit who likes to fuck. But do you know why girls can be such buzz kills? Do you know why you don't ever find girls who just want to party in your pants 24/7?" "Because girls aren't as into fucking as guys are?" Cisco guessed. "Wrong!" Krissy corrected him. "Girls like fucking. Girls like sex. Girls enjoy being wild just as much as guys do. But with the risk of pregnancy, the risk of rape, and the risk of physical violence, it's fucking scary for us in ways that dudes hardly ever have to even think about." "What do you mean?" Cisco asked, confused. "Like the other night!" Krissy explained, "Cayleigh and I had dropped all our inhibitions. We were getting mad freaky with our friends. And it was so fun! We could only do that because it was safe. Then you and the lacrosse crew showed up and it wasn't safe anymore. Most girls won't put themselves in that situation in the first place. The risk of getting pregnant, or raped, or beaten, or killed -- it's not worth it." Cisco drove silently for a moment, letting Krissy's words sink in. "So, did you fuck me because you were scared of me?" He asked. "No. I fucked you because I wanted to feel that horse cock of yours inside of me." Krissy stroked his ego. "But you can't use coercion to get sex, Cisco. It's wrong. It perpetuates all these problems we're talking about. It's wrong and it hurts people. Plus, you -- of all people -- don't need to." "What do you mean?" Cisco asked, slow to process the lesson Krissy was trying to teach him. "I mean you're handsome, and you have a great body, and you have to know that you have an enormous cock." Krissy's ego stroke continued. "And you're an athlete. And popular. Girls will fall all over you. And if you treat them with dignity and respect, even more girls will fall all over you. Do you want girls to fuck you because they're scared that you're going to hurt them, or because they like you?" "I mean," Cisco replied, "because they like me, duh." "Well then," Krissy concluded, "be likeable! Don't make threats, make invitations! Don't make demands, make requests and suggestions." Cisco suddenly started to connect the dots. "I'd love to see you naked and it's totally safe here in the car, if that's something you would enjoy doing." He said. "I think you're getting it!" Krissy said, slowly lifting the dress over her head to expose her blue sequin pasties. Cisco shot her a glance. "Holy shit, Krissy -- it that all you're planning to wear inside?" Krissy nodded. "Fuck -- I'm going to be the luckiest guy at this rave!" He said. "Yes, odds are good that you're going to get lucky, Cisco." Krissy winked at him. Krissy slid the shiny gold thong down to the floor of the car, unzipped her shoes, and put her feet up on the dashboard, spreading her knees to expose herself once again to Cisco's appreciative glances. "May I touch?" Cisco asked. "You may." Krissy encouraged. She took Cisco's right hand and directed it to her mound. Cisco began to caress Krissy's pussy and press his fingers softly between its lips as she let her head fall back and she moaned softly. "Hey Krissy," Cisco asked while he rhythmically tapped his index finger lightly against Krissy's clitoris, "would you consider, I mean if it's something you want to do, would you consider blowing me while I drive?" Krissy looked over at Cisco. For such a meat head, he actually is a pretty quick study, she thought. "Only because you asked me nicely, tiger." Krissy said, unbuckling her seat belt before unbuttoning Cisco's jeans to reveal a neon yellow spandex jock strap. "What's this here, sexy?" She asked, rubbing Cisco's balls through the pouch of his Day-Glo jock. "I know sometimes these things get wild. I don't know -- I just wanted to have some kind of option if the party is off the chain." Cisco responded sheepishly. "I like it. If I'm willing to walk around in next to nothing, it's be nice to have company." Crissy said, as she pulled the jock to the side to release Cisco's penis from the pouch. Krissy leaned over the center console, and engulfed Cisco's expanding cock in her mouth. The sun had set, and traffic on 280 was light that evening. But for the next several minutes, anyone whom the kids passed, if they looked, got a memorable view of Krissy's ass and her pussy gaping through the passenger-side window of a black BMW as she knelt completely naked on her seat and sucked on Cisco's enormous penis. As Cisco started to feel the tension rise, he blurted out "Oh yeah - suck it, bitch! Suck that cock and swallow my load!" He regretted it almost immediately. Krissy stopped. "Say please!" She instructed sternly. "Please suck my cock and swallow my load." Cisco corrected himself. "Only because you said please..." Krissy winked and returned to her ministrations of Cisco's cock. Seconds later he began blasting his come inside Krissy's mouth. She struggled to swallow fast enough, but Krissy managed to capture every delicious drop before lifting her head and rubbing Cisco's twitching cock all over her face. She gave it a peck on the tip, and sat back in her seat, pulling her dress back on, but leaving her panties on the floor so that she could rub her pussy for the rest of the ride. "So, one more thing, Cisco." Krissy said, wiping the remaining spunk from her lips, supposing that Cisco's afterglow might present a good opportunity for some instruction. "Dirty talk is fun, role playing is fun, and being bossed around can be fun, and I'll do those things with you. But we'll need a safe word and you've got to agree that you'll respect it no matter what." "What's a safe word?" Cisco asked his more experienced date. "It's a word we pick together, and we decide that it means 'stop' -- stop what you're doing, stop the action, you get the idea." Krissy explained. "What's wrong with just using 'stop'?" Cisco asked, confused. "If we're role-playing power dynamics, one of us -- probably me -- might want to say 'no' or 'stop' within the scene. But it's play, and I don't really mean it. I'm just pretending to say 'no.'" Krissy continued to explain. "So, we pick a different word to use for when we really mean it. Some word that we are unlikely to speak otherwise." "Like what?" Cisco asked. "Baseball?" "Too common. Too ordinary. Has to be something we wouldn't say. Like 'Boaty McBoat-Face,' or 'Plutonium.'" Krissy replied. "I guaranty you that if you say 'Boaty McBoat-Face' while we're fucking around, it'll get my attention." Cisco said with a laugh. "Boaty McBoat-Face it shall be, then!" Krissy agreed. The rave was in a warehouse in the south-east part of the City. Cisco parked in the lot outside. It was 10:00 p.m. -- early, by rave standards -- but the lot was filling up and the line to get in had started to form, but it was moving. Krissy pulled her metallic thong back up her hips, and shed the dress, which she folded up and stashed under the passenger seat. She fastened the little fanny pack around her waist and double checked to confirm that her ID and phone were there. "So Krissy," Cisco said, invitingly. "Yeah, Cisco?" Krissy replied "There's a surprise." He responded. Krissy felt a pang of fear for a moment. "Oh god. Don't tell me Jon and Chris are here. I'm not having sex with those guys again. That was a one-time thing for a good cause, and I know you're all Kimo's friends and all, but..." Cisco cut her off. "No, Krissy -- nothing like that. It's just you and me. And all these strangers. The secret is that I got us some MDMA." He reached into his pocket and pulled out two small pink pills embossed with shamrocks. "Duuuuuuude! No way!" Krissy screamed with excitement. "I know those shamrocks! They're so clean -- so good. Do you trust your supplier?" "I do." Cisco responded. "But I've never done it before." He confessed. "Is it scary?" "No! It's not scary! It's amazing!" Krissy exclaimed, and then, "Oh shit! I get to pop your ecstasy cherry! This is going to be so much fun, Cisco! Let's take them now!" "Do they kick in right away? I don't know how this works." Cisco protested apprehensively. "No, not right away. It takes a while." Krissy responded. "But sometimes at these things the security guys will search you at the door before they let you in. They can't search our inside tummies, though!" Krissy grabbed the pills from Cisco, had him open his mouth, and she placed his pill on the tip of his tongue, before placing the second pill back into Cisco's palm and sticking out her tongue for him to do the same. They each swallowed their pills with some bottled water, exited the car, and walked towards the main door. As they strolled, Krissy coached Cisco on what to expect and what to do. "Water good, more water better, Gatorade great, booze -- not too much, everything will feel soft and beautiful, so be careful not to start touching strangers without permission...." Cisco tried to keep track of all of this as they cleared line and launched themselves into the warehouse. Suddenly they were inside. The cool San Francisco night breeze was replaced by the hot, damp air swirling around in the warehouse. The music was overwhelming, beats thumping so loud that they moved your chest. Lasers shot wild light patterns through the cannabis smoke that hung heavy in the air. It was early, but there were already at least two or three hundred other people there. Many of the girls were dressed much like Krissy. Some boys were wearing jeans and t-shirts (like Cisco), others had more colorful and revealing attire. Everyone seemed happy. Krissy's mood hadn't felt so light for ages. To the right of the entry, there was an expansive unoccupied area with huge fuzzy floor pillows piled everywhere. Just past those were the bathrooms. Krissy had to shout into Cisco's ear to be heard. "Those pillows are for us and everybody else on E. Just wait a couple of hours and there'll practically be an orgy going on over here. I need to use the bathroom -- hang out on the pillows and I'll be back as quickly as I can!" Krissy yelled. In the girl's room the sound levels were slightly attenuated. Krissy noticed that not one of the stalls had a door. "Low rent shit." She muttered to herself as she entered one and sat down to pee, pulling her thong down to her knees and tapping her toes against the cement floor as other girls popped in and out of the room, glancing at Krissy as she peed vulnerably. She washed her hands and checked her makeup in the mirror. A blonde girl, maybe three or four years older, stepped up next to her at the mirror. "I'm Lori." She said to Krissy as she reapplied her mascara. "You are so pretty. I bet you hear that all the time, but I wanted you to know. You're truly beautiful. And I love your outfit!" "That's so sweet." Krissy answered, looking up admiringly at the taller, older, sexy white girl standing next there in nothing but a bikini and a pair of elf ears. "I'm Krissy. Your outfit is awesome!" Krissy nodded up at Lori's ears. "Thanks, sexy!" Lori answered. "So get this -- my friends and I all took E in the parking lot!" She confessed with wide eyes. "I think it might kick in soon!" "Oh wow!" Said Krissy. "Same here!" And at that exact instant the room began to spin and Krissy felt overcome with dizziness. "Are you ok, honey?" Lori asked. "Yeah," Krissy whispered breathlessly. "It's the MDMA. I think I need to sit down." "Here baby!" Lori said, placing a comforting had on Krissy's shoulder and directing her to a clean spot on the floor in the corner of the rest room. "Let's sit down until it passes. I'll stay with you -- I promise!" "You're so nice." Krissy said as she sat down hip to hip with Lori on the cool concrete floor, leaning back into the white subway tiles on the wall. The entire room seemed to be flickering rapidly left to right every time Krissy looked up. She involuntarily wrapped her hand around Lori's bare thigh to steady herself -- from what, she did not know, since she was already sitting, but the contact felt stabilizing, and Lori's thigh so soft -- so incredibly soft. Krissy began to stroke Lori's leg gently, involuntarily. "I'm sorry. Is this ok?" Krissy asked, realizing that she was stroking Lori's inner thigh erotically. "It's great, sweetie. I like it." Lori said, and reciprocated. "Oh shit -- here comes mine!" Lori said, closing her eyes and bending forward at the waist. She tried to breathe deeply and slowly. She squeezed her eyes shut, and it felt as if the room was spinning. She opened her eyes, and it looked like the room was shuddering. Lori took another deep breath and leaned into Krissy. The two girls sat for several minutes, gently stroking one another's thighs, trying to keep breathing. The MDMA triggered serotonin and dopamine to flood their synapses, and every sensation became increasingly intense. In unison, each girl's hand moved up to cup the other's vulva, and they began to kiss. "Mmmmmmm god this feels so good." Said Lori, rubbing Krissy's crotch absent mindedly. Krissy wasn't sure whether Lori was referring to Krissy's vagina, or the drugs, or both. But she kissed Lori's open mouth to communicate her agreement. "Can we take these off? Let's take these off!" Lori panted, referring to their bottoms. Krissy needed no encouragement to lift her fanny and slide her gold party pants off and onto the floor. Lori did the same. Krissy was now completely naked other than her shoes and her little blue pasties. The two girls sat there on the concrete bathroom floor kissing and fingering one another, each exclaiming how soft the other's wet lips felt, for several minutes while the initial rush of the drugs washed over them both. Suddenly, Krissy remembered Cisco. "Oh shit! My date!" Krissy exclaimed in alarm. "He's out there, and he's never done E before. I've got to go get him. Will you wait? Please wait. Tell me you'll wait here for me!" Krissy begged, sliding her fingers deep inside Lori in hopes that it might add to the incentives. "I'll wait -- hurry up! Go get him." Lori encouraged. Krissy stood up and stepped back out into the main room, oblivious to the fact that she had left her thong in the bathroom with Lori. Several party goers looked at Krissy's naked body with alternating lust and approval, as Krissy tried to find Cisco. Luckily, Cisco was on the same huge furry pillow where Krissy had left him. He was reclining, eyes rolled back, his jeans around his ankles while another boy ran his fingers through the hair on Cisco's calves. Crissy stepped over Cisco and sat down straddling him. "Babe -- I'm so sorry." Krissy apologized. "I started rolling in the bathroom and I had to sit down in there. I was so worried about you. Are you ok?" "Oh my god, Krissy, I'm amazing. Everything is so soft. And this nice kid is touching my legs and it just feels like heaven." "I didn't know you swung both ways." Krissy joked running her hand all over Cisco's soft torso, as much for her own pleasure as for his. "I don't," Cisco replied, "but it felt so good and I didn't want to stop him." Krissy and Cisco started making out while the other boy started to rub Krissy's bare bottom where it was perched atop Cisco's thighs. Like Cisco, she didn't want the touching to stop either, so she arched her butt back to press into the boy's soft hands, encouragingly. After a moment or two, the boy let his fingers drift to Krissy's naked sex. That felt equally delicious to Krissy, but also reminded her that she was due back in the ladies' room. "Get up!" Krissy said. "You've got to come meet my new friend Lori. Take your jeans the rest of the way off. I like your party jock." Krissy stood, lifting her pussy off of the other boy's probing fingers and pulling Cisco onto his feet. Krissy pulled Cisco the twenty yards to the ladies' room, Cisco walking uneasily, bracing one hand against the wall for support. As they approached the door, she assured him "It's going to start feeling better any second. Come in here with me." As she pulled Cisco into the ladies' room behind her, Krissy was afraid Lori might have split. But there she sat, exactly where Krissy had left her, and she looked thrilled that Krissy had come back. "Krissy!" Lori exclaimed, smiling broadly. "Lori!" Krissy cooed back. "You forgot your thong." Lori said, holding it up. "Thanks for keeping it safe for me, lover. Hey -- this is my date, Cisco." Krissy said. "I was imagining your date was a girl. But this guy -- wow, you two are quite the couple. Love that jock strap!" Lori said. "Uhm, hi, Lori." Cisco said, still dizzy and distracted. "Is it ok for me to be in here?" He asked as he looked around, seeing girls applying makeup at the sinks while others stepped in and out of the doorless stalls. Krissy sat back down on the floor next to Lori, and Cisco sat next to Krissy. "You'll be fine, baby." Krissy reassured Cisco. "We'll vouch for you." The two girls resumed their kissing and fingering while Cisco looked on wide eyed, and wide pupiled. "Holy crap!" He said, lustfully. Krissy broke her lip lock with Lori, and addressed Cisco. "Remember how you put your thumbs into me and Cayleigh? Do that again -- do that to me and Lori right now." Krissy begged. "I don't know who you're talking about, but you guys are sexy beasts!" Lori exclaimed. "Do you want my thumb in your pussy?" Cisco asked Lori, remembering the instructions that Krissy had given him on the drive up. "I do." Lori said, spreading her knees invitingly. Cisco turned his bare backside to the room and knelt between the girls. Krissy and Lori, in turn, slouched down and flexed their hips upward. Cisco pressed his thumbs into their wet slits simultaneously, eliciting loud low moans from both girls. He palmed their mounds and swirled his thumbs inside them, amazed at how much warmer and softer they felt to him while he was under the influence of the MDMA. The three shared a long collective kiss. "The E can make it really hard to fuck and sometimes impossible to come," Krissy told him. "That's the cursed irony of it -- every touch feels powerful and electric, but you can't go the last mile." "I'm pretty sure I can fuck." Cisco said. His long and girthy cock was no longer even slightly contained by the front of his neon jock strap. The jock just cradled his balls while his entire shaft, rock hard, projected above the waist band. "Good lord - look at that monster!" Lori exclaimed, reaching out to stroke it gently. "Do you want to fuck it?" Krissy offered. She wanted to share her date with this spectacular girl. She wanted them all entwined in lust. "I mean, if you're sharing, and he's game. You game, big boy?" Lori asked Cisco. Cisco nodded affirmatively as Lori gave his cock a tight squeeze. "I want you inside me!" She purred. "Let's go down to the last stall. Maybe I can block the view a little for you -- unless you want an audience." Krissy said with a wink, standing up and pulling Lori and Cisco with her to walk to the stall against the far wall most distant from the bathroom door. Lori put her hand on Cisco's chest and pushed him down onto the toilet seat. Then she turned around to face Krissy, reaching down between her legs to grip Cisco's shaft and stroke her clit unhurriedly with the head of his penis. Lori positioned herself above Cisco's shaft and lowered her weight onto Cisco. "Good sweet jesus that feels so amazing." Lori blurted out, her eyes bulging wide and rolling back as Cisco's enormous cock dilated her pussy. For a moment, Lori just sat there panting from the E and the sensation of Cisco's penis stretching her pussy to its limits, but then Lori lifted her feet to plant one atop each of Cisco's thighs. "Let me do the work, gorgeous," she said, looking back at him. "You just enjoy the ride." And with that she began to lift herself slowly and deliberately up and down on Cisco's lap. Lori braced herself with one hand on each wall. Between her arousal and the distension caused by Cisco's girth, Lori's clitoris was engorged and jutting out in front of her. Krissy, kneeling in the doorway of the bathroom stall, looked at Lori's large clitoris lustfully. Krissy's stare was not lost on Lori. "Do it, Krissy. I want you to. Suck on my clit while I fuck your boyfriend." Lori told her. Krissy knelt between Cisco's knees and pushed them apart, leaning in to apply her tongue to her new friend's bulging clit. Lori paused for a moment and Krissy sucked her clit into her mouth and twirled her tongue around it as if it were a little cock. Lori moaned. A small crowd of girls had formed around the open stall, and the extra eyes were only making Lori hotter and wetter. Krissy, on her knees, her vulva pressed back at their audience as she sucked on Lori's clit, was oblivious. Lori resumed her bouncing, accelerating the pace as Cisco too started to pant and grunt. "Oh god, I think I'm going to come!" Cisco warned her. "Will you drink it? Will you drink our come?" Lori looked down at Krissy between her legs, tongue flicking Lori's clit as it bounced up and down. Krissy nodded enthusiastically. Cisco grabbed Lori's hips and took over the thrusting, driving himself up into Lori with force and speed, until he ejaculated deep within her, and slowly released the tension in all his muscles. Lori leaned back into Cisco, and reached down to grab the hair on the back of Krissy's head roughly. "Open your mouth!" Lori ordered. Krissy obeyed, dimly aware of the crowd behind her ogling her own gaping, dripping gash and the lurid meal she was about to eat. The humiliation of her position washed over her despite the warm feelings elicited by the MDMA. Krissy was naked on the floor of a dirty bathroom stall licking some other girl who had gotten fucked by Krissy's boyfriend ... date, Krissy corrected herself. And she was about to abase herself further. Her makeup was smeared all over her face and a lone tear ran down her cheek as she looked helplessly up at Lori. Lori rose slowly off of Cisco's cock, which had softened slightly. Still gripping Krissy's hair tightly, Lori positioned Krissy's open mouth just below her hole, and as she rose the final inch to release Cisco's cock, all of his semen and all of Lori's juices began to flow out of her in a slow creamy river. "Fuck that's so hot!" Blurted out some faceless girl watching from the crowd. "Gross! Eww!" Said another, although she kept watching. "Look at that little yellow slut go! That banana is white on the inside now." Said another. Krissy was more mortified by the racism than the judgmental voyeurism, but she did not resist Lori's grip, and held her mouth open, letting all the juices run out of Lori and into her mouth. The warm gooey spunk flowed over Krissy's tongue and down her throat. Krissy swallowed repeatedly, and lapped at Lori's distended hole, hoping for more. As the flow slowed to a trickle, Krissy wrapped her lips around Lori's vulva and sucked hard. She wanted every last delicious drop. And deep down, she hoped the audience enjoyed seeing her as a submissive come dumpster. Krissy swallowed for the final time, and looked up at Lori. Lori loosened her grip on Krissy's hair and pulled her up for a deep long kiss. Krissy moaned again and laughed as Lori planted a hard slap on her ass. Lori looked at the voyeur who uttered the slur. "This slut is my friend, you racist cunt!" She spat. "If you don't like Asians you are in the wrong fucking place. Get the fuck out of here." The rest of the crowd muttered in agreement and the racist girl flicked her hair and walked away. Krissy and Lori walked bare-assed over the sinks and began to clean up. The crowd broke into applause. "You guys are amazing." Said one girl. "So incredible -- I wish I were that bold, or that pretty." Said another. "So hot!" Said still another, extending her hand to Krissy for a fist bump. Krissy rinsed her come-slathered face in the sink. Cisco readjusted his jock strap and his jeans. Krissy and Lori pulled their bottoms back up. Krissy placed a hand behind each of her partners in crime, cupping their buttocks, and gave a warm squeeze. "Let's go dance!" The three made their way out the door, past the fuzzy floor pillows, and out to the middle of the crowded and booming dance floor. Laser lights whirled through the air overhead, and they danced for over an hour, sweat dripping off their almost-naked bodies. Lori drifted away, at some point. Krissy's abundant bare flesh in in her little gold thong and pasties drew a lot of attention, which elicited pride from Cisco. Every man in eye shot was ogling her bare buttocks, back, and torso. But not only the guys - occasionally a girl from the bathroom would approach and offer admiration or praise for the performance that Krissy, Lori, and Cisco had given. A few asked to take selfies with Krissy and Cisco, which they happily obliged. Other girls would regularly press their own bare butt cheeks against Krissy's while they danced in rhythm. The rave went on for hours, but by midnight the initial force of the MDMA was starting to recede, and Krissy had other ideas. "Let's go to our hotel. I want what Lori got!" she said. Cisco happily obliged, his cock hardening at the prospect of the night yet in front of him. The two rode together quietly for the fifteen-minute drive from the rave to the Embarcadero where Cisco had booked them a hotel room. Krissy passed the time gently rubbing her crotch and enjoying the receding sensations of softness that the MDMA released beneath her fingertips no matter what she touched. They arrived at the hotel. Krissy pulled her cotton dress back over her head (not even she was going to walk into a public hotel in a thong and pasties -- at least not this night), and had the valets park the BMW. They checked in on the ground level and were upgraded to a balcony suite on the 17th floor, a perk offered because Cisco had used his affluent father's account to book the room. They rode up in the interior glass elevator. The hotel's guest rooms all flanked an enormous interior atrium, out over which the elevator looked, plants everywhere, the hotel's ground floor restaurant receding as the elevator ascended. You could really put on a show in this elevator, Krissy thought. Krissy was so excited that she pulled off her dress the second the elevator door opened, and she twirled it over her head as they walked the ten meters to their door. En route she bent over the railing into the atrium, looking down at the long fall below. Cisco opened the door and Krissy dropped her thong and peeled off her pasties even as she crossed the threshold into the room. Maybe it was still the MDMA, but she had hardly worn clothes at all for the last week, and even these skimpy garments felt oppressive in that moment. Krissy sat naked on the suite's sofa that faced the balcony, and kicked off her Chuck Taylors. "Guess what I've got!" Krissy said to Cisco, while admiring the view of the mostly-dark Embarcadero office building that faced their balcony. Cisco, following Krissy's lead and shedding his jeans and neon jock strap, shrugged. "There was some leftover cocaine from the party the other night. And I brought it!" Krissy offered with a wicked grin. "Ooooh!" Cisco responded enthusiastically. "Can I do a line off your pussy?" "Sure can, if I can do a line off your cock first!" She responded. Cisco came and sat next to Krissy on the sofa. She retrieved the plastic baggy from her fanny pack and tapped out a long thin line of cocaine onto Cisco's cock, before kneeling between his legs to snort it off. "A fat rail on a fat phallus - that's a 'phallorail'!" She joked. Krissy laid down on the coffee table in front of Cisco, her legs splayed open before him, her head hanging back off of the far side of the table. She stared out the sliding glass balcony door as Cisco poured the white powder onto Krissy's mons and snorted it off of her. Upside down, but only perhaps a hundred feet away, in the adjacent office building, Krissy could see a lone employee working away in on office perhaps two floors higher than their own, directly across from their room. It was an African-American man, maybe in his late twenties, wearing a suit, typing away on a computer. "Cisco!" Krissy said as Cisco wiped the white residue off the tip of his nose. "Let's give this poor guy a show to remember." Cisco looked up and saw the office worker, and a grin broke across his face. Krissy stood up, opened the balcony door, and placed the room's lone desk chair in the doorway, facing the man. If he hadn't noticed the two young people nakedly consuming drugs off of one another's bodies in the moments prior, he noticed when Cisco sat down in the chair facing him, his huge penis pointing straight up. Krissy turned her ass towards their spectator, wiggled, and then crawled over Cisco, straddling his thighs, and lowering herself onto Cisco's penis. "Mmmmmmm." She moaned, loudly. "Feels just like I remember it. Only better." She purred, raising and lowering herself slowly, knowing that the stranger's eyes across the way were glued to her ass and the enormous cock sliding in and out of her. "He's touching himself." Cisco said, amused. Krissy looked back over her shoulder and could see the man, standing in his office window, watching them, and rubbing himself through his suit pants. She kissed Cisco deeply, before lifting herself off of his cock to turn around and face the man, and then lowering herself onto Cisco again, her pussy spread luridly towards the open balcony door, clearly visible from the office building across the way. Krissy resumed riding Cisco as the man continued to watch wide-eyed and stroke himself. Suddenly she had what, with the courage conferred by MDMA and cocaine, seemed like a spectacular idea. Krissy leaned back on Cisco. "Let's invite him over!" "Seriously?" Cisco said, at once terrified and intrigued at the idea. "Yeah!" Krissy enthused. "I want two cocks. Plus, I want to perform for you. I want you to watch me getting fucked!" Maybe it was the cocaine talking, but based on the oozing wetness between her legs, this seemed to Krissy like an incredible idea. Cisco liked the proposal, and his cock twitched in affirmation. "Yeah, let's do it!" Krissy looked back at the office worker and curled her finger to beckon him. He looked surprised and pointed at himself, questioningly. Krissy nodded, clapped, pointed at him and gave him the thumbs up. Cisco used his fingers to communicate their room number, and the man reflected the numbers back to confirm that he had understood. Cisco and Krissy both beckoned him to join them. The man began to pack his briefcase, before recognizing the stupidity of that, stuffing it under his desk, and abandoning his office, closing the door behind himself. Krissy rose off of Cisco, kneeling between his thighs and licking her juices off his cock. "That guy is coming over here. Is there anything you're not going to be comfortable with?" She asked. "I don't know." Cisco had never contemplated finding himself in this situation. "Like what?" "I'm going to fuck that guy. Sounds like you have no problem with that." She said. "But what about you? Do you feel comfortable touching him, or if he touches you? Have you ever sucked a cock? Do you want to?" Maybe it was the drugs, maybe it was the gorgeous naked Asian girl licking his penis, but Cisco, who had never seriously before entertained having sex with another man, suddenly found Krissy's every suggestion arousing. "I mean, I will if you want me to." He replied. "I don't want to fuck him, and I don't want him to fuck me. Other than that -- why don't you take the lead, Krissy." Cisco suggested. "We've got our safe word if we need it." "I love that you were paying attention." Krissy praised him, lowering her mouth over Cisco's cock again. She continued to suck on Cisco's cock for only a few more minutes before they heard a knock on their door. "He's here!" Krissy squealed. Krissy ran to the door, naked as a jaybird, and flung it open. Standing there was young Black man in a suit -- perhaps six feet tall, fit, clean shaven. He was holding a bottle of champagne in one hand. "Hieeeeee!" Krissy said, flinging her arms around him. He embraced her back, awkwardly, unsure where to put his hand. "I'm Krissy -- this is Cisco! I'm so glad you came over! Take off your clothes! I love champagne! Do you want some coke? What's your name?" The man, a little stunned by Krissy's frenetically urgent energy, stepped into the room as Krissy pulled him across the threshold and the door closed behind them. "Hi -- I'm Stan." He offered. "Nice to meet you both. I brought some wine. I guess you saw that. Uhm, coke? You mean cocaine?" "Yep!" Krissy replied. "But we have rules here. Only naked people can have cocaine." "So, I mean," Stan stumbled over his words, starting to realize what he had stepped into. "I just met you guys. You seem super nice and all. What, I mean, uhm, what do you all have in mind here?" "I want to fuck you, Stan!" Krissy said. "I want Cisco to watch you fucking me. I want to make both of you come. But at this moment I want you to take off your clothes so you can have some coke with us!" "Well rules are rules." Stan said, chuckling. "I wouldn't want to get a ticket!" And with that he started to disrobe and deposit his clothes on the hotel room floor near the door. Stan was fit and muscular -- not huge, but well-toned. His torso was smooth and hairless. He was a handsome man, both with, and without his clothes. Krissy grabbed the champagne from him and started to open the bottle. "You can have a line off the table, or you can have a line off of Cisco's penis, or you can have a line off of me. Your choice!" She offered. "Well damn." Said Stan. "I'll take a line off of you, Krissy -- no offense, sir." He said, turning to Cisco. "None taken. That's the best option in my opinion too." Cisco responded. Stan finished undressing, dropping his boxer shorts to reveal his own enormous cock. It was almost as long as Cisco's, slightly thicker, and it was dark and rock hard pointing straight out in front of him. "Wow, look at that!" Krissy cooed. "How do you want me, Stan-the-man? I mean for your line." "Oh -- uhm, how about you lie down on the bed and I'll do one off your butt?" Stan offered. "Booty-rail, coming up!" Krissy handed the champagne bottle to Cisco and threw herself face down onto the hotel suite's big king-sized bed. Cisco handed Stan the baggie, and poured three glasses of champagne while Stan poured a line of coke onto Krissy's smooth round bare behind. He snorted it off quickly, and then licked the residue off of Krissy's butt cheek. "Mmmmm -- more." Krissy moaned. "More coke?" Stan asked. "More tongue!" Krissy demanded, raising her booty off the mattress towards Stan. Emboldened by the cocaine, Stan obliged. He knelt at the foot of the bed and pulled Krissy's legs over his shoulders. He grabbed one butt cheek with each hand and spread them apart to expose Krissy's puckered rosebud. Stan began rimming her enthusiastically. Krissy moaned and writhed, pressing her ass back into Stan's face. The sensation of his tongue sliding over, around, and occasionally into, her ass hole -- coupled with the remnants of the MDMA and the new lusty aggression conferred by the cocaine -- made Krissy wild. "Yes! Fuck yes! Don't stop!" She yelled. Krissy was as surprised as Stan when, without any clitoral stimulation at all, she began to come from his rim job. Krissy squeezed Stan's head between her thighs and arched her back towards the ceiling, uttering a long loud "Aaaaaaaaaaah!" As her hole twitched and clenched under the ministrations of Stan's tongue. Finally, she collapsed face down on the mattress. My god, Krissy thought, THAT has never happened before. "Champagne." Krissy said, to nobody in particular. Cisco had poured three glasses and then sat watching from the sofa, his own cock growing harder and harder while Stan tongue-fucked Krissy's ass. "Right here, babe!" Cisco said, patting the sofa cushion beside him. Krissy came over and sat to Cisco's right. Stan followed and sat next to her. Krissy crossed her legs over the men's, spreading herself wide in the process, and reached down to take a penis in each hand, stroking them both slowly and deliberately. They were both hard, long, and thick. Cisco's was a little longer, Stan's was a little thicker. Both were uncircumcised. Both were oozing just a drop of pre-come, through which Krissy ran her thumbs, spreading it around the head of each penis. "My hands are full, so you two are going to have to help me drink." Krissy advised her two lovers. Cisco held a glass to her lips and she took a substantial sip of the fizzy wine. "Mmm, that's nice! Dry." She said, looking to Stan with gratitude. "Seemed like the least I could do." He offered, struggling to be conversational while this gorgeous young naked Asian girl, spread eagle on the left half of his lap, was stroking his hard cock with her right hand -- fully aware that she had another massive cock in her left. "I want you to finger me, Stan." Krissy said, and he was only too happy to oblige, sliding the middle finger of his left hand into Krissy's slit, wet from her orgasm minutes earlier. Good lord! Krissy thought to herself. How amazing is this? I'm naked with not one but two gorgeous men, both hung like horses, in one of the fanciest hotels in San Francisco, drinking expensive champagne, getting high, about to get fucked. I could get used to this.... "Boys," Krissy said, seizing the moment, "here's what I want tonight. Anyone can say no to any of it, but I want to put it out there. I want you to start fucking me, Stan, on the bed, while Cisco watches us and strokes himself. I hope you can last for a while, because I really want him to savor what I look like when I'm getting fucked hard by a big cock." "I can do that." Stan nodded agreeably. "Ditto!" Cisco concurred. "I'm not done." Krissy said. "Before you come, Stan, I want to 69 with Cisco -- me on top. I want you to fuck me from behind while Cisco licks my clit. I want you to come in me, and I want Cisco to eat me out. I did that earlier tonight while Cisco fucked another girl, and now I want him to do it for me." "I can do that, too." Stan agreed. This girl is freaky as fuck, he thought, trying to figure out how working until 2:00 AM had suddenly become his ticket to a drug-fueled sex party with this hottie. Cisco was taken by surprise. He could envision licking Krissy while this guy's cock was sliding in and out of her in front of his face. That seemed doable. Part of his brain was revulsed by the idea of sucking the guy's come out of Krissy's pussy. Another part, however, fueled by the drugs, the champagne, and the smoking-hot fresh memory of Krissy drinking the fluids pouring out of Lori earlier in the evening, was in "say yes" mode, and was making Cisco's cock grow even harder as he imagined the scene. "I've never done anything like that." Cisco said. "But I'd do almost anything for you, Krissy. Let's do it! But let's all do another line first." "Oh my god this is going to be so hot!" Krissy exclaimed as Cisco racked up three more lines on the table in front of them all. Krissy went first, and then bounded onto the bed, propping a pillow behind her head and opening her thighs to beckon Stan. Stan did his line next, and stood up, moving towards Krissy on the bed. Cisco did his line and sat back, dick in hand, to watch the scene unfold in front of him. Stan crawled up between Krissy's legs and lowered his muscular torso onto her. He wove his fingers into the long black hair behind her head and threaded his tongue into her mouth. They kissed aggressively, passionately. Krissy ground her clit up into Stan's stomach and could feel his penis sandwiched between their two bellies. She reached down and latched her hands onto Stan's muscular butt cheeks. "Inside me!" Krissy directed. Stan reached down, positioned the head of his penis between Krissy's lips, and rolled his hips forward. Krissy was sopping wet, but even so, Stan's penis was so thick that only the head penetrated her with that first stroke. He grabbed her waist with both his hands and pushed, his enormous penis slowly sliding all the way into her. "Oh my god fuuuuuuuuck." Krissy let out a guttural moan and her eyes rolled back as Stan's penis stretched the walls of her vagina further than they'd ever been stretched before. Stan began to thrust in and out of her, slowly at first, in languorous long strokes. He would withdraw almost all the way before plunging back deep up into Krissy's belly. Cisco, eight feet away on the couch, could see Krissy's lips pulled taut with every outstroke, and could hear her moan with every instroke. "Harder, Stan! Fuck me hard!" Krissy demanded. Stan started to drive in and out of Krissy faster and more aggressively, his public bone slamming into her clitoris with every stroke. Krissy cried out with each thrust "Unh, unh, unh, UNH." She came again with a yelp, her pelvic muscles clamping down hard on Stan's cock. He slowed his pace as Krissy's juices started to dribble out around the edges of her pussy. "Cisco." She called out. "In my mouth!" Cisco moved towards the bed cautiously. He knew what Krissy wanted from him, but he was still not sure if he could do it. Krissy pushed Stan off of her, and sat up, grabbing Cisco and pushing him down onto his back on the bed. She knelt over his face at the edge of the bed, pressing her pussy onto Cisco's mouth and simultaneously sucking his cock into her own. "Shove that cock back into me, Stan!" Krissy directed. Stan stood at the foot of the bed looking down. Krissy's dripping pussy gaped there, with Cisco's eager mouth right below it. He placed his cock once again at the mouth of Krissy's pussy. Cisco licked at Krissy's clit and devoured her juices as they dripped down from her vagina. As Stan placed the head of his cock at the opening of Krissy's vagina, Cisco could see Stan's frenulum right above his face. Cisco's face had never been anywhere close to another man's penis before, but he flicked his tongue enthusiastically over the bottom of Stan's cock just before Stan pressed it back up into Krissy. Krissy drew Cisco's cock into her mouth and swirled her tongue in circles around its head, as Cisco frenetically lapped at Krissy's clit and Stan drove his fat cock in and out of her dripping pussy. The three of them quickly found a rhythm, Stan's cock driving deep, then pulling out, driving deep, then pulling out; Cisco's tongue flicking over Krissy's clit and then surfing the length of Stan's in-stroke; Krissy jacking Cisco's cock with her hand while circumnavigating its glans with her tongue. In, out, flick, lick, stroke, suck. In, out, flick, lick, stroke, suck. All three of them, under the influence of alcohol and cocaine, the fading remnants of the MDMA warming Krissy and Cisco's skin, grew almost dizzy with the physical pleasure of the cycle. In, out, flick, lick, stroke, suck. In, out, flick, lick, stroke, suck. And then it was Krissy who set off the cascade -- her pelvic muscles starting to pulse spasmodically around Stan's cock, her moans getting loud and urgent. Krissy's swelling orgasm simultaneously triggered both Stan and Cisco, and Krissy could feel both their cocks harden and twitch -- Stan in her pussy, and Cisco in her mouth. And as Krissy's moans grow louder and more insistent, Cisco began firing ribbons of semen into her mouth at the same instant that Stan began shooting his spunk deep into Krissy's pussy, pulling her hips back into his with both hands. Cisco lapped furiously at Krissy's clit as his cock throbbed in her mouth. And as the final spasms of all three orgasms began slowly to recede, Cisco steeled himself for what he knew was Krissy's all-consuming fantasy for this encounter. Stan withdrew his cock slowly from Krissy, and she rose to squat over Cisco's face, her pussy distended wide from Stan's girth, and a river of Stan's come and Krissy's juices surged out of her and into Cisco's waiting mouth. Krissy ground her pussy into Cisco face as he continued to suckle at her gaping hole and flick his tongue across her clit. And Krissy dropped off the edge of the bed, stepping back, leaning forward to press her lips into Cisco's and kiss him deeply. The taste of Stan's, Cisco's, and Krissy's juices all mixed together on their intertwining tongues. "I can't believe you did that for me!" Krissy exclaimed breathlessly to Cisco. "I love you, you nasty fuck!" "That was fucking incredible!" Said Stan, he himself panting to catch his breath. The three collapsed around one another, waiting for the high of what was the most intense orgasm for each of them, ever, to recede. As it did, Stan asked for a bump of the cocaine and each of them had one. Stan realized his presence was probably superfluous and began to pull on his clothing. Cisco splayed himself across the king-sized bed with a glass of champagne and surveyed the room. The remnants of their fiasco were strewn about, and the scent of sex floated heavily in the air. Krissy led Stan to the door and kissed him deeply before opening it so that he could exit, displaying her naked come-soaked body to the empty hallway as she did. She returned to the bed with her champagne and wrapped herself around Cisco. "That was amazing, Cisco. You are amazing. I didn't imagine that you had that in you." She whispered into his ear. "I didn't either. Cocaine is a hell of a drug." He joked, and they both laughed. "Do you think I'm bi?" "I don't know -- sure -- but what difference does it make? You do what you want to do. You do what feels good. Labels don't mean anything." Krissy replied, grinding her pussy into Cisco's hip while nibbling on his earlobe. "Do you still respect me?" Cisco asked, concerned and confused about what this evening meant for his self-impression of his manhood. "Dude, are you joking?" Krissy replied. "I didn't much respect you before tonight -- but I have crazy mad respect for you now! I can't believe this summer is just getting started!" Krissy exclaimed, as they both started to drift to sleep.