Becky didn't know what to expect when she allowed her friends to drag her along to the abandoned warehouse on 49th street. She just knew that it was going to be "the party of the century". But then, all parties were the party of the century that year, seeing as the clock wasn't just turning over a new year that New Years, it was turning over a new century and even a new millennium.

Deciding not to go with the "I'm a blatant newbie" look, the normally shy, demure fourteen-year-old went out after school a few days before, acquiring several items she believed she'd require for the night out to end all nights out. This included a bottle of temporary hair dye, Hot Pink #52 to be precise. A bright, form-fitting, florescent green mini-skirt, an equally tight and no less eye-catchingly tacky orange tank top with the word "Princess" emblazoned across it in silvery glittery letters, and several glow in the dark plastic bracelets of various colours.

The night of New Years Eve found Becky at the warehouse. The temporary club was, as she'd expected, packed. There was barely room to move, let alone dance, and she soon found that talking with her friends became a futile yelling competition over the sounds of nearly a thousand voices and the constant throbbing beat of techno from the DJ booth.

Trying not to ogle and gawk, the fourteen-year-old let herself be dragged into the thick of it, the girl giggling to herself as she realized there'd been no one at the door to card her, yet everywhere she saw other young teens drinking and smoking and making out. Not to mention dancing.

Somewhere in the middle of the mess the crowd was less dense, and more actual dancing was going on. As her friends let loose, Becky smiled and tried to get into the spirit of it, dancing with her young friends as several people, mostly men eyed them. Giggling and laughing as the music became more frantically paced, Becky moved randomly, copying the movements of those around her as the crowd thickened, causing her to loose sight of two of her friends.

Casting about worriedly, she paused and brushed her pink bangs out of her green eyes and couldn't help but smile as one of the other girl's handed her a water bottle. "You need this!" her friend laughed and Becky grinned, downing it without thinking.

Staggering backwards, the girl felt instantly light-headed, giddy even. Deciding it was probably just the heat, she ignored it and apologized half-heartedly to the tall man she'd bumped into before continuing dancing with her remaining friend. The man, however, glanced over his shoulder at the small teenager and grinned, as did his buddy.

As the night progressed, and the laser lightshow, fog machine and the occasional indoor fireworks enhanced Becky's trip on whatever was in her drink, the newest raver grrl danced with greater abandon. Even as she lost sight of her friend from school, the other girl last seen making out heavily with some old man in his twenties, Becky didn't care. Grinning and giggling at everyone and everything, she danced with all her heart, not even minding the press of bodies around her, everyone gyrating, moving, sweating, touching.

After what seemed like an eternity, the DJ broke in to let everyone know it was half an hour until the New Millennium. A cheer broke out throughout the entire crowd, and even Becky yelled out her joy, the girl lifting her arms in the air and bouncing up and down.

Once things began to settle into their rhythm once more, though, the little teen felt someone press meaningfully against her back. Letting out a soft gasp, she couldn't help but giggle. Becky even only found it partially strange that she didn't mind the feeling of large, strong hands against her shoulders, squeezing them meaningfully as someone's groin pressed against her bottom, their hips moving as one.

Turning her head to the side, she smiled as she saw the man she'd bumped into. As a vague voice reminded her about the danger of strangers, the girl giggled, her inhibitions pushed aside by whatever she'd drank. Letting out a soft moan, the fourteen-year-old felt the tall man's hardness against her ass, the sensation sending a deep tingly feeling through her young body and in response she rubbed her shoulders against his bare, muscular chest.

Looking up, Becky giggled again. He wasn't just handsome. He was hot. Sure, he was a lot older than her, but he was probably in college and here he was, dancing with her, just a shy little high school girl. Returning his smile, she lifted her arms as his hands roamed down her sides, his fingers brushing just lightly against the sides of Becky's tiny A-cup breasts before sliding back up her arms, their fingers linking.

Moaning softly, the sound lost in the cacophony, the little teen gasped and found herself giggling as she felt another body press against her, this one from the front. Glancing upwards, the pink haired raver blushed deeply as she found a tall, even more muscular than his friend, black guy grinning down at her.

"Hi!" Becky shouted, but the man just grinned as he reached down and peeled his sweat soaked white sleeveless shirt up and off his body before flinging it into the crowd.

"Hi yourself, baby!" the man laughed, his teeth bright white against his dark skin, "You wanna dance?"

Giggling at the rhetorical question, Becky's small body trembled as she reached up, both hands touching the black man's chest tentatively, her eyes widening at how soft his skin was, yet how firm his rock hard muscles were.

"Looks like she wants to party, Max!" the white guy behind her laughed, causing the black man to chuckle heartily, his dark eyes watching the teenager's small hands moving across his sweaty pectorals.

"Oh yeah, Stevie! Looks like this one's a party girl!" he agreed, his large, strong hands reaching around to squeeze the small round cheeks of Becky's ass as Steve's slid back down her arms and slipped up, underneath her tanktop.

"You like that baby?" inquired Steve, his lips pressed against Becky's ear, the girl's body trembling, her eyes wide, unable to speak as the man's fingers flicked her hard little nipples teasingly fondled the firm flesh of her breasts.

"Fuck, if she doesn't, she ain't in no position to say no!" laughed Max, squeezing Becky's ass harder, not seeming to mind the press of his friend's body against his hands as the girl stood on her toes and gasped, "Heck, I saw we don't even bother takin' her home! I say we do it right here, man!"

Steve grinned and nodded his approval, his teeth teasingly nipping the side of Becky's neck, the girl whimpering and tilting her head to one side as both men's hands slid across her small, young body.

"So, how old are ya, baby?" Max inquired teasingly as both mean each took an earlobe, their teeth nibbling, their tongues tracing the curves, the little girl gasping, trembling, her eyes crossing as an intense pleasure built up inside of her.

"I- I-!" Becky gasped, her hands reaching around to grab hold of Max's back, her rainbow painted nails clawing at his naked, sweaty skin as she felt Steve's hands slowly hike her mini skirt up the fourteen-year-old's slender hips.

"I don't think she knows anymore!" the black man laughed, his hands pulling up Becky's top, his fingers capturing her nipples, squeezing them hard.

"Heh, I guess we should a carded her at the door!" Steve laughed, his hands sliding up and down Becky's thighs, the man moaning softly at the feel of silky smooth adolescent legs.

"Fuck that!" Max shot back, his dark eyes catching Becky's as he leaned closer to her face, "I like 'em young, and the last thing we need is a fucking asshole doorman keepin' the fuckable cuties away from the Max Man!"

Gasping at his words, Becky could do little as Max pressed his lips against hers. Her eyes wide, casting about the club for signs of her friends and finding none, the girl let out a muffled protest as she felt Max's long, wet tongue push past her lips and tease her own little tongue.

At the same time, Steve moaned hungrily into her ear as his middle finger rubbed the line between the little girl's netherlips, the obvious wetness obviously pleasing him. "Mm, mm, mmm! Fuck man! I gotta have this little bitch!" he laughed, Becky letting out a muffled protest as she felt Steve's middle finger press up inside of her without warning, the way surprisingly easy until the digit hit the barrier of the teenager's hymen, "Fuck! Max Man! This chicks a virgin!"

Max broke the kiss immediately at that, leaving Becky gasping for breath, her body shaking with both fear and desire. "Well, shi-it!" the black man laughed sarcastically, grinning madly, "Ain't we two of the luckiest fuckers on the face of the planet!"

"Fuck yeah!" Steven agreed with a laugh, both men high- fiving each other over Becky's head, their fingers linking, shaking hands as well, "Dude! If the world fucking ends, who the fuck cares! We'll be bangin' us the world's last virgin!"

"Sweetness!" Max agreed as Becky found her voice at last, "You go ahead and take her first, Stevie, man! I popped the last one!"

"Um- I- Wait-!" Becky managed, struggling a bit and causing Max to grab her around the wrists, his strong arms lifting them over her head.

"Naw, I don't think so, girly girl!" the Blackman laughed, the little white girl staring up at him in alarm, amazed that no one around them was interfering. Some of the dancers were even bumping into them, jostling the trio, some even leered or just rolled their eyes and choose to ignore it, but none intervened, "You're in for the ride of your young life! Fuck, girl! It's the end of the 20th century! Learn to let your fuckin' hair down!"

Laughing at his friend's comments, Steve took a firm hold of Becky's thighs, the man shaking his head as he spread the girl's legs apart, Max helpfully putting his feet beside hers to keep the little pink haired teen from pushing them back together.

"Fuck, man, I wish New Years was every night!" Steve laughed, his hands then roaming up the backs of Becky's thighs, the girl's skin so soft, so tempting. Squeezing her ass, the man moaned hungrily, "And check this ass, dude! I gotta fuck it after!"

Becky gasped at the implication and started struggling, writing as Max grinned and lifted her hands higher. "Now where you think you're goin' girly girl?" the man inquired teasingly, chuckling as he leaned forward, his long tongue flicking along Becky's still erect nipples as Steve took down his fly and pressed it against her backside.

"I- I wanna go home!" the teenager begged, her high pushed aside by sudden fear, the cockhead rubbing up and down between her ass cheeks, "I- Have school tomorrow!"

"Ha, no ya fuckin' don't!" Max laughed, Steve's cockhead slipping down, soon pressing up against her still moist labia, "School's are closed 'til the second week a January, baby! We got at least a week of hard fuckin' out a you before we have to bring ya back to the real world!"

Both men laughed at the girl's sudden tense silence, and Steve took advantage of it by grabbing Becky's narrow hips, his cockhead pressing her silky soft labia apart just enough to hold position. "I'm gonna fuck ya, bitch!" he said into her ear, causing the girl to whimper, his breath hot, smelling of alcohol.

And with that, Steve shoved his cock into Becky's small, young pussy, the little fourteen-year-old virgin screaming at the top of her lungs as the music blared louder and laser lights bounced off her just above shoulder length neon pink hair.

Stopping as he hit her hymen, Steve grinned at his friend, watching the man suck the entirety of the girl's little tit into his mouth, nibbling it as his tongue slithered around her nipple. "Gonna fuck you good!" the white man promised, his tone guttural as he savoured the moment, the velvety heat of a fourteen-year-old pussy around the head of his cock almost too much to bear, "Gonna shove my cock in your cunt and fuck the living shit out a ya!"

Just as she started to recover, Steve pulled back and jabbed forward, causing Becky to scream again as he pierced her hymen, shattering it as stabbing pain shot through Becky's young body. The girl shaking, nearly going limp as the man started grunting, thrusting his shaft in and out of her virgin pussy.

"Fuck yeah!" Max laughed, pulling his nips from Becky's tit, "Ya should a seen the look on the bitch's face when ya nailed her man!"

Steve grinned and laughed. "Heh, New Years present, man!" he shot back, the black man letting go of one of Becky's hands to high five his friend again.

"Yeah! Hey, I think the slut likes it!" commented Max with a grin as Becky's hand fell down onto his shoulder, her small fingers gripping tightly for support.

"She- She'd fuckin' better!" laughed Steve, pistoning his cock harder and faster, his shaft swelling in the wet, velvety glove that squeezed it tightly, "I'm the best!"

"Bah!" laughed Max with a teasing grin, letting the other hand drop to his shoulder as well as he reached down and grabbed Becky's thighs, bending the girl's legs at the knees as he lifted her easily off the floor, "You're pretty good alright, Stevie. For a white guy!"

"Hey!" Steven laughed in mock anger, the man's brow sweating more than usual as he started bucking his hips faster, the girl held up for him, her legs spread around his friend's torso, making the tight passage easier to penetrate, "I'll show you how good I am! F-Fuck! This bitch is tight man!"