I got fucked by a stranger during a consert

A stranger from behind bumped into me. I felt something on my ass, and i soon realized his cock was in between my cheeks. Best night of my life.

The bass thrummed, a live current vibrating through the concrete floor, up my legs, and into my chest. Bodies pressed in on all sides, a wall of heat and sweat and cheap perfume. I swayed, a sardine in a can, the short hem of my skirt riding high on my thighs with every jostle. A sharp jab in my lower back, then another.
“Oh, sorry,” I mumbled, turning my head to glance over my shoulder. No space to move. Just a sea of bobbing heads and outstretched arms.
The contact returned, a firmer push this time. Not accidental. My skin prickled. The crowd surged, shoving me forward, then back. A hand, I thought, a brazen hand, brushed against my left cheek, then settled, pressing. My breath hitched. The audacity! I couldn't pull away, not an inch. The bodies held me captive.
“Excuse me,” I said, my voice barely a whisper against the roaring music. No one heard.
The pressure intensified, not a hand, not anymore. Something hard, unyielding, wedged between my ass cheeks. My mind raced, trying to comprehend, to reconcile the impossible. It pulsed, a thick, insistent presence. My cheeks parted, just enough, to accommodate its growing intrusion. A gasp escaped my lips, lost in the cacophony. I froze. Every muscle in my body locked. My silence, my stillness, a consent I hadn't given, but one he clearly interpreted.
A low growl rumbled behind me, a deep vibration against my ear. “That’s it, little slut,” he breathed, his voice rough, hot against my skin. “Don’t move a muscle.”
He thrust, a slow, deliberate push that stretched me, filled me, forced a guttural moan from my throat. The fabric of my panties, already thin, tore with a soft rip. His cock, thick and hot, slid deeper, slick with pre-cum. I felt the head of his shaft nudge against my asshole, a burning, invasive friction. The concert lights flashed, strobing over the faces around me, none of them noticing, none of them caring.
“Tight, so tight,” he rasped, his hips grinding against my ass. The rhythmic thud of the bass matched his thrusts. Each push sent a shockwave through my core, igniting a strange, forbidden heat. I clenched my teeth, a desperate attempt to stifle the sounds bubbling up, but a whimper escaped, a raw, needy sound.
He pulled back, just an inch, then plunged again, harder this time. My ass cheeks slapped together around his shaft, a wet, meaty sound swallowed by the music. My knees threatened to buckle. He held me captive, his hand now gripping my hip, digging fingers into my flesh, anchoring me against his punishing rhythm.
“You like that, don’t you?” he whispered, his voice a dark caress. “All this attention, all this pressure.”
My head lolled back, resting against his shoulder, my eyes glazed over. I could feel the ridge of his cock as it scraped against the sensitive tissue of my anus, stretching me further, wider. The air pushed out of my ass with a soft squelch as he sank deeper. My pussy, ignored but not forgotten, began to throb, wet and aching. The friction against my ass, the way his balls slapped against my skin with each thrust, it was all too much, yet not enough.
“Don’t stop,” I heard myself say, the words foreign, alien, but undeniably mine. The shame warred with an unexpected, fierce arousal. My body betrayed me, arching back into his strokes, begging for more. He took my unspoken plea as an invitation, his thrusts growing more frantic, more desperate. His hips slammed against my ass, a relentless battering. I could feel his cock, slick and hot, pumping deep inside me, filling me to the brim. My entire body trembled, a delicious tremor that started in my core and spread outwards. His heavy breaths mingled with my own ragged gasps, lost in the electric hum of the concert. The world outside us faded, replaced by the pounding rhythm of his body against mine, the raw, visceral sensation of being utterly, completely taken.