This is the story of a woman named Autumn who met and married a man named Brad, who was awesome. The beginnings were primal and naughty, with her wriggling and writhing below him.
With the passage of time, they became intertwined until her whims seemed to shift with the seasons. She desired a more pleasing life. Feeling denied, she sought to restore her wounded pride when Brad's interest in her waned.
She was invited to a rave by a close girl friend. She knew that raves meant drinking and drugs. She wasn't oblivious to this. She needs to feel free and loved. She craved attention and affection. She accepted and went with Mia.
She wore a dazzling short dress with a daringly low cut front that showed her modest cleavage. At the age of twenty, she is the epitome of beauty and youth. They danced. They drank, and she popped X.
She also snorted cocaine. Autumn is a naturally horny woman with a voracious appetite for sex and affection. The combination of the drugs amplified these desires. Soon that evening she found herself in a coat closet, laying over a table face down with a cock in her pretty mouth and another plunging deeply into her wet horny cunt.
Mia stood guard outside of the room. She knew Autumn was a horny bitch, but she didn't want her to let things get out of hand. The pair of men left, one after the other. Both were smiling and high-fiving each other.
Autumn came out, adjusting her short dress hem, and grabbed my beer, taking a big slug on it. She looked at Mia and said, Let's dance. They danced like a pair of lovers as she ground against her.
We met Fawn, another horny party girl from our younger days. The three of them danced and drank. A pair of great-looking studs invited them to a private party at their place. They went. They continued to party there, snorting cocaine and drinking beer.
They made out with the guys as the guys slowly disrobed the women and the women disrobed the men. The scene that ensued was one of asses, tits, cocks, and cunts. The girls, loving girls, the girls doing the guys. sucking and fucking until four in the morning, when they passed out from exhaustion.
Somewhere in the wee hours of the morning, Brutus arrived to find everyone passed out or generally incoherent. Brutus was a bouncer at the rave. A big black man of six feet, six inches in height, and weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds of mean black muscle.
