Handled and ganged at the concert

Warning: Dubious consent themes. Do not read if offended by hardcore erotica.

Finally I was at the concert with my favourites, the heavy metal band Stickrock. The music was blasting, the crowd were bouncing, rocking and singing along. It was so great. The only thing was that in the commotion of the crowd I gotten separated from my boyfriend Barry, but I would easily find him later.

Then I felt a hand on my ass. It was just for a second and I whirled round ready to catch the motherfucker who had done it. But of course in the middle of a crowd at a concert, it was impossible to see who had done it. 

I had been warned abut this by friends, guys could just grope you and then disappear. I decided to try and forget about it, turn back toward the stage, and enjoy the concert.

“Ooooooooooooh!”

What the fuck! A hand had just shot right between my legs! Some fucker was not just content with touching my ass, they had slid their hand all the way up in between my thighs to start rubbing my cunt slot. And the thing of it was, that gasp that had just left my mouth was not entirely one of shock.

I then felt hot breath on my ear and a voice shouting over the music.

“You fucking like this you sexy bitch. All you bitches are the same. You try to pretend you don’t like getting groped at concerts, but you love it when a real man grabs your cunt without permission.”

I could not accept that my body was feeling pleasure as he kept rubbing, that the fires of carnality were coursing through me, that the dampness of sexual excitement was spreading in my panties, I could not.

I was just about to turn around when two guys on either side of me grabbed my arms and held me where I was. Then as the scandalous groping from behind continued, a huge guy appeared in front of me and laid his hands on my tits. Now I was getting groped from the back and the front.

Nobody noticed. Nobody noticed that somebody in the crowd was being held and fondled by several men with impunity, because they were all busy singing and headbanging.

The guy in front dug his fingers into my tits through my t-shirt, squeezing so loud it made me yelp, though I couldn’t hear myself with the volume of the music. Then he found my nipples and twisted, taking the pain to a whole other level. This time I could hear my scream above the music.