And that’s how I ended up where I am now. Straddling my babysitter on my parents king size bed with three fingers buried deep in her tight, pink pus...y.———————————Chapter One.It started about three weekends ago now. Amy had been having one of her gatherings and for the first time she’d invited me to join her and her friends. I’d been so excited, It took me forever to choose what I’d wear even though I was only going downstairs in my own home! When the time had come for my parents to leave and. “Umm not too far but let’s call a cab and have a few more of these beers while we wait.” She said as she shook her empty bottle.About an hour later we arrived at the club. They had modelled the place on an enormous beehive. A huge hexagonal dance floor dominated the centre of the room, complete with yellow pulsing illuminated floor panels and a raised dais for the DJ. Surrounding the dance floor was a series of hexagonal bars and doorways that led off into smaller private rooms. “Drink?” I. .uske halat khrab ho rhe the aur wo aahhhhhhh uffffffff hmmmmmaaaaauuuuumm kr rhe the,phir maine uske jeans ke button khola aur apna hath bich me le jate hue uske chut pr le gya aur maine dekha ke uske chut bilkul gille ho chuki the aur me uske chut pe apni ungli ghumane lga aur uske daane kozor se hilane lga is bech usne mere ko mere kaan me lips pe bht zor se kaata ke khun aane lga aur apna hath meri peeth pe le ja kr nakhun marne lge.uske nails ke nishan aaj bje meri back pe he..phir me uske. Staccato shouts accompany the usual vibrations of the voice. Short and positive bursts like, "Yes!" and "Take it all!"In the distance, something else filters through the membrane. Something higher pitched. Repetitive. Lots of the same vowel: 'O'. It sounds rapturous, euphoric as I sway gently, forwards, backwards, in, out.The wall to which I'm clinging expands a tiny bit and I almost lose my grip. It's fucking hot in here. Usually, when we're not being buffeted, a temperature increase precedes.