Joe pushed up the path, his eyes fixed guiltily to the jeans-clad bottom of a woman some way in front of him. His balls hurt, and he had spent most of the day alternately bathing his scrotum in ice and rubbing in antihistamine cream. It had made little difference, and they were still swollen and sore, but he was sure what they had done to him had been more a joke than a real punishment, if only from the way they had laughed afterwards. The little one had been vicious. The others had wanted sex more than anything, he was convinced, and even though Tammy had made him lick her bottom hole it had been the most exciting sexual experience of his life.
He wanted more, and intended to seek Tammy and her friends out at the party. With luck the blonde, whom he’d heard called Lily, would put out. Maybe all three would, which would be something else, just as long as he could keep clear of the demented little one. In any case he was determined to try, and he was sure that at the least he could expect a fuck with Tammy, especially as in addition to an eight-pack of beer he had brought a sizeable chunk of black resin.
Ahead he could already hear the roar of music, indistinct through the trees, yet wild and urgent, increasing his lust and excitement. It had to be good. Just as long as he had enough courage he would get what he wanted, maybe even the jackpot: Tammy and both her friends.
Having reached the stile, he climbed over, finding the rough ground around the barrow packed with people. Some he knew, most not, but he walked forward greeting all and sundry, pulling the first beer from his pack as he reached the top of the hill. It was getting dark, but spotlights had already been switched on, swinging to and fro across the crowd to make the multitude of heads seem to move and throw long black shadows behind them. A stroboscope flickered to life, sending the scene into a mesh of jerking, black-and-white shadow.
Joe moved towards the mound, intending to climb it and so look down on the crowd to find who he wanted. People were on the mound, and his lust swelled inside him as he recognised first Tammy and then Juliana. Others were there, too: a girl with purple hair he had seen on the beach, her Indian friend with the big breasts and fleshy bottom, and another, taller, black-haired girl, slim and elegant. He increased his pace, only to falter as the small girl came into his vision, jumping up from the far side of the mound. His balls twinged in pain but he shrugged, preferring to risk her sadistic humour than to back away. Reaching the mound, he ran quickly up the face, greeting the girls with a knowing grin.
‘Hi,’ he shouted. ‘Beer? Something stronger?’
‘We’re busy just now,’ the purple-haired girl answered him.
‘It’s my little Peeping Tom,’ Juliana cut in. ‘It’s all right, Violet. He’s the one I was telling you about.’
‘Is he?’ the Indian girl demanded. ‘Well I want a word.’
‘Sure,’ Joe answered.
‘Did you steal my clothes?’ she demanded.
‘No, honest,’ he answered, taken aback. ‘No, no, I swear it.’
‘Sit on his head, Yasmin,’ Juliana laughed. ‘That’ll make him tell the truth.’
‘I didn’t, I swear,’ Joe stammered. ‘Why would I want your clothes?’
‘Because you’re a dirty little pervert!’
‘It wasn’t me, I swear it. Look, I’m sorry I peeped, yeah, but they got me for that. I didn’t nick your clothes. I really swear. Look, I’ve got some great gear here. Have some?’
‘What is it?’
‘Black, good stuff.’
Yasmin’s look of aggression softened and she nodded towards the far side of the mound, where shadows would make what they were doing less obvious. Joe felt a fresh surge of lust and satisfaction and followed.
Violet took a draught of air, wondering why her head was swimming so strongly and why she felt so overwhelmingly dirty. She knew it came at solstice parties, but now it was stronger than ever. She wondered if the feeling was linked to her dreams, yet she was clearly not alone. All around her people were dancing with frantic energy, and in their movement there was more passion, more open erotic display than she had ever known. Several girls had stripped off their tops; a few were in just panties; one or two were naked, as were more than one man. Below her, at the foot of the mound, Yasmin had allowed the Peeping Tom, Joe, to lift her top, and he was nuzzling her breasts in between puffs of the joint they were sharing. Further off, a girl was on Topher’s lap, and appeared to be stroking his crotch beneath the shelter of his turntables. Beyond, in the jerking, half-lit shadows, more than one couple could be glimpsed, locked together, buttocks bobbing between spread thighs.
Lowering herself to the ground, she turned to see the four girls, who alone seemed calm, chatting quietly or staring out into the blackness beyond the lights. Linnet’s face looked unworldly, barely human, with her tiny features and her huge eyes reflecting brilliant green with each flash of the strobe. The others were gathered behind her, and as Violet watched they began to undress.
Tammy was quick, pulling her bikini top off her ample breasts and throwing it to one side. Her pants followed, pushed down and kicked away to leave her nude. Linnet had lifted her yellow dress to reveal her tiny, naked body and like Tammy she threw it carelessly to one side. Alice and Juliana finished last, peeling away jeans and tops, bras and panties until all four stood nude. Tammy signalled to Topher, and as the music changed they began to dance.
Violet watched, entranced. Each was different, each compelling in her own way. Tammy was gay, abandoned, yet rude, performing the dance of a girl who has stripped and who knows it is rude, displaying her abundant charms with the certain knowledge that men’s cocks will be hardening in response. Alice was slower, shy and teasing, performing the dance of a girl unused to nudity, stripped for men’s pleasure and aware of every eye feasting on her naked flesh. Juliana was sensuous, her movements sinuous, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, but judged to taunt with her body, one moment showing little, the next the most intimate details of her sex, offering and withholding. Last, there was Linnet, moving in a frenzied, erotic jerking, her limbs blurring, her buttocks and breasts quivering with motion, her body flaunted into one lewd position after another in frantic succession.
Staring, utterly unable to break away her gaze, Violet found her hands going to her dress. She began to unbutton it, feeling the front fall open, the cool air on her braless breasts. Her legs came up, the dress was pushed away, discarded on the grass. Her fingers found her waistband, gripping her panties and pushing them down and off. She stood, nude, and Tammy’s hand stretched out, beckoning, welcoming her to join them. As she came forward her body began to move, her limbs taking up the rhythm, her hips swaying, her feelings of arousal rising to a crazed peak as she danced.
The girls began to touch, fingers finding Violet’s body in teasing, taunting motions, stroking her flesh, touching her belly or breasts, her back or buttocks, only to dance away and turn their attention to one another. She responded, indifferent to the thousand eyes on her, eager to touch and explore. Tammy pulled her close, smothering her face in between heavy breasts. A nail touched her back, raking down her spine even as a hand caught up one of her breasts. Their bodies came together, still moving, fingers gliding over sweat-slick skin, lips kissing, long hair entwining and tickling. Violet let it happen, allowing them to draw her into the centre and to close around her. Tammy was kissing her, their tongues meeting and writhing together, wet and urgent. Juliana was to one side, Linnet to the other, both with their arms around her. A hand slid down over her pubic mound, cupping her sex, a finger sliding into the wet, open hold of her vagina. She felt hair against her bottom and pushed it out, into Alice’s lap, feeling the warm bulge of the girl’s pubic mound pressing between her buttocks.
She was going down, on top of Tammy, eased gently to the ground. Hands took her, turning her, gently but firmly, end to end, until her face was over the hot, musky swell of Tammy’s sex. Her legs were spread, a tongue found her sex and she was licking herself, her face buried between Tammy’s thighs, licking female flesh which tasted of th
e sea. Linnet cocked a leg across their bodies, settling her naked bottom on Violet’s back and starting to squirm her open sex on to her spine. Something pressed to her bottom, a face, and she felt a tongue begin to lap at her anus, then to probe the hole. More weight settled on her back, Juliana straddling to join Linnet, both girls rubbing on Violet’s back as they kissed and fondled each other.
Dimly, Violet was aware of the music, of clapping and shouts, catcalls and yells of encouragement, but only dimly, beyond the welter of eager, wet female bodies enfolding her. Tammy’s legs had come up, clamping her head and crossing behind it, pulling Violet’s face hard into her sex. Tammy’s tongue was on her clitoris, Alice’s well up her bottom. Her back was wet with juice, Linnet and Juliana now both rubbing themselves on her. Her own hands were on Tammy’s bottom, groping the big cheeks and pulling them wide.
She felt her riders slip and move to either side, their hands moving in to touch her, finding her breasts, and Tammy’s also. Linnet’s legs closed on one of Violet’s and began to rub, much as a dog might, grinding wet flesh to smooth skin. She responded, pushing out to let Linnet get better purchase. Fingers found her vagina, pushing inside and suddenly she was coming, screaming out her pleasure into Tammy’s sex, her clitoris burning, her vagina and anus contracting over and over on their loads.
It went on, the orgasm rising to an unbearable peak, but nothing stopped, the girls grinding and licking and rubbing her and on her, hot vulvas spread on her skin, legs holding her tight as she came and came into Tammy’s face. Her senses were going, merging into a blinding head of ecstasy as Tammy reached orgasm, clutching over and over at Violet’s buttocks. Alice’s tongue pushed deep, to a seemingly impossible depth in Violet’s bottom hole as she too came. Linnet cried out, jamming her sodden vulva on Violet’s leg and it was all too much. Smothered in Tammy’s swollen sex, licked, probed and groped, she felt her vision go red and she was fainting, collapsing under a pile of writhing female bodies as Juliana finished herself off on her thigh.
Awareness returned slowly, Violet finding herself lying spread-eagled in the grass, wet with sweat and juice, both from herself and the other girls. Juliana was beside her, kneeling, still stroking her breasts in slow, easy masturbation. Tammy was lying, exhausted, but with Linnet mounted on her stomach, slowly rubbing her vulva on the firm, plump flesh. Alice was at her feet, knees wide, looking down at her with an expression of triumph and satisfaction.
Remembering what she was supposed to be doing, Violet heaved herself on to one elbow. Her body was sore, her anus and vagina wet and gaping, more than ready. Getting slowly to her feet, she braced herself, blinking as she looked out over the crowd. Few people retained their clothes, girls especially, dancing naked or in just their panties. Many were engaged in sex acts, with erect cocks in girls’ hands or mouths or faces buried in damp pussies. Below her Yasmin was nude, down on her knees, Joe’s cock in her vagina from behind, another boy’s hard penis in her mouth. At the turntables Topher had a girl bent over, his cock resting between her slim white buttocks as he rubbed himself in her crease.
Staggering slightly, Violet raised her hands. For a moment Topher appeared to pay no attention, taking his cock and slipping it into the girl bent in front of him. As he began to fuck her he waved to Violet, reached for a switch and flicked it. The music stopped, leaving a silence that seemed absolute in contrast. Light swung in towards Violet and she found herself the focus of the beams, the crowd lost in the glare. Bracing her legs apart, she raised her chin, caught the microphone as it was tossed up to her and called out.
‘People, the pagan, the free, you who have come to celebrate the rising of the summer sun, you who have come for pleasure alone. Know this, that I stand on a temple, a temple not of the Christians, not of Lah, but of an older god, a god of our own land, the abundant, the protector. People, join me in my worship, join me and behold the god, behold Sigodin-Yth!’
Her words had risen to a scream as she finished and she stepped back, raising her hands and dropping the microphone. Before her the grass moved, slowly, then faster, pushing aside as a seam opened in the soil. A mass appeared, green, then a bulbous head, great glowing eyes and a fringe of tentacles. Shouts sounded from beyond the light, and a few screams.
Nich rose, soil falling from the green of his body, great head swaying on his shoulders, the tentacles writhing as he moved. Behind Violet, Linnet’s high-pitched laugh sounded in a peal of delight. He stood, green body in the full glare of the lights, his penis straining and erect from his groin. Violet went to her knees, lowering her head to kiss his feet and pushing her bottom high. He moved, two swift steps and he had mounted her, his erection sliding into her willing vagina with one smooth push. The girls were laughing, crowding close as once more the music started. Nich’s cock was working inside her, pushing ever faster.
The lights swung aside and once more the strobe started, the crowd now a frenzied, jerking mass, all naked or near naked, many together on the ground. Behind her Linnet was gabbling, alternately laughing and demanding her turn. For a moment more he pushed into Violet, and when he stopped she felt no jealousy, only pride and desire. Her vagina empty, she rolled back, at his feet. He stood tall as Linnet moved forward, climbing him and straddling his hips to lower herself on to the thick, green penis. Her head went back in ecstasy as her vagina filled, then forward, smothering her face into the tentacles. With her tiny hips grinding against his front and her bottom wiggling and jerking behind, she began to rub herself, all the while gasping and crying out words Violet could not understand.
Watching, Violet let her hand stray to her sex, stroking slowly, her eyes watching Linnet’s tiny, round bottom bobbing up and down above Nich’s sea-green scrotum. Her arousal was complete, a plateau of ecstasy from which she never wanted to come down. Putting a finger to her clitoris, she began to dab at the little bud, rapt in the sights and sounds of sex.
Nich went down, allowing Linnet to ride him, her face pushed in among his tentacles, her little bottom bouncing in the frantic motion of his cock. Violet expected him to come, only to see Juliana come forward and begin to dance once more, coming slowly forward towards Nich’s body.
Sergeant Perkins pushed aside the screen of bracken, the tension on his face turning to shock as he took in the sight in front of him. The ground around the barrow was thronged, hundreds of figures twitching in the flashing light. Most were nude, others half nude. Many couples had gone down to the ground, some stroking, kissing and fondling, others in the throes of full sex, the movements of their copulation turned into a frenzied jerking by the lights. Jealousy welled up inside him, for the pleasure that was denied him, and blind anger. Lifting his radio to his mouth, he spoke a rapid string of words, then once more turned his attention to the party, seeking the worst of the offenders.
To one side, by the piled speakers, was the black, Topher Knight, whom he had already marked as a certainty for arrest. He was in a girl, from behind, his dark skin a stark contrast to hers, his dreadlocks shaking as he fucked her, his arrogance in mounting a white girl adding to the sergeant’s anger. In his mouth a thick, white roll-up was visible, causing Perkins’s lips to twitch up into a vicious smile. Others were nearby, the organisers, and again he spoke into his radio, detailing men to move in behind the stack of speakers.
His gaze moved towards the mound, picking out a spotty youth, his thin buttocks bobbing frantically between the open thighs of an Asian girl, both naked, the girl’s breasts bouncing to the rhythm of their movements. Beyond was the barrow itself, those on the top hard to see. There were several girls, all naked, dancing around something on the ground. Three were slim, one full-figured, her plump bottom jiggling as if to taunt him. She turned and he realised that she was one of the shoplifters. Again his mouth twisted up into a grin.
The most full-chested of the slim girls was in the centre, her movements sensuous as she bent her knees and pushed out her pubic mound. She seemed to be over something, and as he watched a head appeared, a
small head, turning to reveal the laughing elfin features of the girl who had pushed him into the dock. His teeth grated together as the small girl rose, obviously dismounting a man. Seething with jealousy and disgust, but also triumph, Perkins watched as the sensuous girl beckoned to the ground. Someone rose, a man, but green, with an octopus for a head, the tentacles waving to his movements, also a blatant erection sticking out from his groin.
‘Fucking weirdos,’ Perkins growled as the girl took the man by the shoulders and mounted, curling her legs around his back and rubbing her face and breasts in among his tentacles.
The green man’s hands cupped the girl’s buttocks, lifting her and spreading them to show the dark spot of her anus and the pink flesh where his cock was inside her. Perkins swallowed, wishing his colleagues would respond so that he could order them in. No response came, and he watched with his anger and jealousy growing by the moment as the couple fucked and the four naked girls danced around them. It was sending his cock hard in his pants, adding embarrassment to his emotions, and he felt relief when the slim girl dismounted, only for his feelings to come back, more strongly, as another danced to the centre. She was taller, and slimmer still, without the opulent breasts of her friends. With a smooth, elegant motion she came in, kissed the grotesque octopus head and then bent quickly, turning as she went, to grasp her ankles and leave her tiny, neatly rounded bottom pushed out to the man’s erection. Perkins grunted in outrage, realising that the man in the mask was going to fuck all five girls, one after the other, and that, far from minding, each seemed keen to watch.
‘Bastard!’ he snarled under his breath. ‘You wait until I get you in the cells, you fucking pervert.’
The green man entered the slim girl, taking her by the hips and easing his erection between her trim buttocks. She threw her head back at the entry and he began to fuck her, jerking so that his tentacles waved and smacked down on her naked back. The others were becoming frenzied, and touching more and more. The small girl had gone to the one with purple hair and was kissing her, on the breasts, the belly, then directly on her sex. The last two girls closed, hands going to bottoms, mouths meeting in an open kiss, and Perkins’s radio crackled to life.
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