Man, we rocked that show. I can still remember that night, even now. It was one of our best performances ever. I nearly broke the damn bass drum, but the kit held up alright. Our vocalist, Trevor, screamed himself hoarse but it was all good. The crowd just ate us up. From the perch on my throne, I could see the mosh pit churning like the sea in a hurricane. What a great feeling that was, to watch all those kids flying up into the air and pumping their fists at us as we continued to play as hard and fast as we could. What a great fucking feeling. Almost as good as the backstage encounter.
After the show, we went backstage to the congrats of our crew and the next band that was supposed to go on. Blood Clot or something. That's one thing about that night I'm not too sure of. Anyways, they gave us high-fives, told us we rocked, and we returned the gestures with tired smiles and abundant thank you's. When they left the prep room, we were by ourselves. It felt good to be by ourselves, despite how much fun we'd just had.
"You think we'll get invited back?" Trevor asked me, a huge grin on his face. I just laughed and put my head between my hands. I had the beginnings of a head-ache. Asprin time in the valley.
The door to the prep room swung open and one of the guys who worked at the place popped his head in. "Sorry for buggin' you guys, but there are some people here to see you."
"Tell em to fuck off," I said, my head still in my hands. "Unless they're from a record label."
The dude didn't know what to say. Not used to being spoken to like that, I guess. "Well..." he began and I looked up at him. I must have looked pretty pissed, 'cause his eyes went kinda wide. "They're a little group of girls. They said that you'd probably need to sweat out any excess energy."
I just stared at him, not believing what I was hearing. Our first groupies? Ha-ha, what a cool thought that was. "Send em in then," I said, my head-ache miraculously gone.
"Ahhh man, I dunno," Gregg, our bassist said. "I don't think I have any excess energy left to sweat out."
"How many are there?" I asked the guy, stopping him just as he was about to leave.
"Five," he replied, looking at each of our faces. I half think I was the only one horny enough to push back my lack of energy.
"OK guys," I said, turning to face my four band mates. "Who doesn't feel up to it?" Gregg and Trevor raised their hands, which surprised me. Gregg's kinda fat so that didn't shock me too much but Trevor is one horny bastard. Almost as horny as me. "How 'bout you, Chris?" I asked him. He's our guitarist. He looked half asleep so I expected him to decline. However, he agreed whole-heartedly to sending their fine asses in there. I nodded to the dude at the door and he disappeared.
"I'm gonna get outta here," Gregg said. "You wanna come back to my place and chill, Trev?" he asked our voice box. Trevor nodded and they both left, clapping me and Chris on our backs.
Not ten seconds after they had gone, five of the hottest girls I'd seen in a while walked in, each with happy but nervous smiles on their perfect faces.
"Hey," I said, a smile appearing on my face, too. They looked at me in an innocent sort of way. They looked almost embarassed to be there. God, did I want them. I wanted each of their five cunts right there. Chris said hi as well and one girl in perticular seemed to be giving him the once over. Check that, the three times over. I could see her eyes lingering on his crotch. What a little slut.
"How you guys wanna do this?" the tallest girl asked us, running her index finger around her exposed belly-button. Leave it up to the tallest girl to be the leader of the group. Just once I'd like to see a little short chick be the brave one.
"Any way you're willing," I answered, winking at her. She giggled and it was a very annoying sound. Not a cute giggle but a grating one. I wanted to ram my cock into her pie-hole and shut her up, but I restrained myself. I'm not that horny.
The giggly tall girl walked over to me and sat in my lap. Just like that. No words were spoken, she just marched right over to me and sat on my lap. My cock began to grow immediately, and she must have felt it 'cause she kissed me. Not a flirty kiss, but a full blown lip-locking, tongue-proding kiss of passion. I didn't want to be anywhere else at that moment. I kissed her back, my hands finding her ass. I let a finger slip down the back of her pants and I quickly found out that she wasn't wearing any underwear. My finger found the top of the slope that leads to the asshole and I pressed on her soft skin. She jumped a bit at that, whether it was from the surprise of it or because my hands were kinda cold. It didn't really matter. She lifted her shirt off and un-clasped her bra at the front. One of those crazy kinky bras with the front clasp. I wondered if all the girls had those on. Some kind of groupie trend.
I looked over and saw that Chris was watching us intently. I supposed everyone was, and suddenly I began to feel a tad self-concious. I withdrew from her lips and said, "Chris, why don't you pick one of those girls already?" It seemed to awaken him from a deep trance because he flinched. I'm not that scary a person, for Christ's sakes. He looked up at the girl who had been eyeing his meat. She had moved closer to him and was now standing less than a foot away from him. He hadn't seemed to notice. Good girl. She went to him, and they embraced much like I had with the chick on my lap. "What's your name?" I asked her, looking her right in the eyes. She had nice, sparkling blue eyes. Blonde hair and crisp blue eyes; Hitler would have been proud.
"Tanya," she replied. The name struck me as being foriegn, but he had the look of a pure anglo. Maybe the Fuhrer wouldn't have been so pleased after all.
I kissed her again, and realized that I had lost what little of an erection I had gained not a minute and a half ago. That little snag was quickly resolved, as her exposed tits rubbed against me. I pulled back and lifted off my shirt, casting it aside like a dirty old rag. Thinking of that made me pray this girl wasn't having her monthly. That would have been just dirty.
Now her tits were against my bare skin and I could feel her hard nipples dragging along my chest. If I got a nipple burn from that shit, I would have kicked her ass out the door. Luckily, the gods were in my favour.
"I want your cock," she said quite unemotionally. Like she'd done it a million times before and the phrase had become a personal cliche for her. That pissed me off, but I wasn't going to turn down a request like that. Like I said, I'm horny.
She moved back a bit and I unzipped my pants. My cock was fully erect now and when the pants were unzipped, it literally sprung out of the opening in my boxers. She giggled again at that; God, I could have ripped out her windpipes. She got off me and undid her pants. She let them fall to her ankles and she stepped out of them very gracefully. I assumed she took dance lessons or something, so I nick-named her The Dancer. I'm not quite sure why, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. She was so tall that when I looked straight ahead, I was staring right at her smooth, shaved pussy. My dick got even harder at that. I simply love a shaved puss.
I glanced over at Chris and his pants were off too. The girl had his cock stuffed into her mouth, all the way to his balls. That was quite some feat, considering the length of him. He's not one that disappoints. Her head was bobbing up and down on him and he had his head tilted back, his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open in a silent moan.
"You want me to suck you off too?" Tanya asked me, making my head whip back to her. She had moved closer to me, like the Bobbing Girl had to Chris. They must have planned that shit out ahead of time.
"Not really. I want that cunt of yours, though," I said in response to her offer. Blowjobs are cool, but why go for one of those when there's a perfectly good pussy right there for the taking?
She got back on me, stradling my legs and positioning her juicy twat over my incredebly hard cock. The anticpation was intense, let me tell you. She must have sensed that I liked being teased, 'cause she sure was doing a fine job of it. She must have stayed like that for a good ten seconds. It doesn't seem like a lot, but trust me, in that situation it was. All the while, she was inching towards my dick ever so slowly. I was expecting to get pissed off, but God did that make me want her more. When her thick, dripping lips came in contact with my cockhead, I couldn't take it anymore. I reached up and put one hand on each shoulder. I pushed down on her shoulders, making my cock slide up into her depths. She cried out, and the three girls who were watching us with great intrest smiled. I'm no small potatos, either, although I'll admit Chris had me beat. I'm not the kind of guy that compares and gets jealous when he finds someone who's got him beat, mind you. I really don't care, as long as I get the pussy.
"You're so fucking big," Tanya gasped as she began to ride me faster. Talk about reading my mind. I just gave her a half-smile in reply. Like what the hell am I supposed to say to something like that? "Thank you" somehow just doesn't cut it. Sayin' something like that to me while my shaft was scraping her vaginal walls was alright; in fact, it made me feel kinda good about myself. Like a big ol' ego boost. Just what I needed, but I wished she'd stop talking. She could gasp and moan til she passed out as far as I cared, just so long as she didn't speak or giggle. Anyhow, she continued to fuck me, using the big white counter beside her for leverage. She bounced up and down on me, her tits bouncing in my face. I wanted to take a good suck on her nipples, but I figured right then wouldn't be the best time. I was content enough with my rod in her poon, anyways.
When I heard Chris moan, I looked over at him on impulse. He had just jizzed all over the Bobbing Girl and she was licking it up like it was maple sirrup. She loved that shit too much, as far as I could tell. It looked like she was acting in one of those over-done pornos. Chris obviously wasn't complaining, as he came in her eye again. I looked back at The Dancer and she smiled at me. It was the nicest smile I'd seen all night and it made me feel warm inside. Kinda like how strong whisky makes you feel. I wondered if I could get drunk off of her smile, when it faded. It morphed into a contorted, agonized grimmace and I was afraid I was hurting her. Then I realized she was having an orgasm. She must have been saving that shit up for a month, 'cause when she came, she really came. Her whole body shook with each spasm as she continued to ride me. I noticed that with each spasm, her movements were becoming less smooth and more jerky so I began thrusting into her with all my strength. I still had a while to go before I would cum; I could just feel it. I had jacked off before the concert, to calm myself down, so I wasn't in the same state that Tanya appeared to be in. As her orgasms died down, her body slumped into mine and she embraced me. A tired, weak, but somehow passionate embrace. I felt like telling her I loved her, but then remembered that I'd only just met her. Not half an hour ago, I'd been smacking the shit out of my drum set. Now I had just finished pounding the shit out of this girl named Tanya. Funny how stuff like that works out.
She kissed me again, letting her tongue explore my mouth one last time, then she got up. As she was putting her clothes back on, I looked over at Chris again. He was making out with the Bobbing Girl, and he seemed to really be having a blast. I dunno why he didn't go for the gusto, but I wasn't going to be the one to interrupt his activities. When I looked back at The Dancer, she had her clothes back on. Well, almost. She was still putting on her shirt, and her bra hugged her tits nicely. I still wanted to suck on them for a while, but she seemed to be in a rush. Once her shirt was on, she smiled at me again with that warm whisky smile.
"Thanks," she said, almost shyly. It made her look innocent again, like when she had first appeared in the room.
"Can I call you sometime?" I asked her. I had to take the chance; her cunt was just that nice. It was well used and she sure knew what to do with it. I wanted a chance to explore that further.
"Yeah, sure. I'll write down my number for you." She fished through her pants pockets and produced a scrap piece of paper. She wrote her number on it and her appartment number. She gave it to me and turned to go.
"Wait a sec," I said, getting up. I knew I was still naked, and I didn't care. My fading erection bobbed as I stood and walked over to her and she seemed surprised that I would get up. I hugged her again, letting my cock rub against her jeans. She was very huggable. She squeezed me back and I kissed her. I put my hand on the back of her neck and brought her lips to mine. We kissed like true lovers, and it made me feel extra special. I wanted to ask to go home with her, but then I looked her her shoulder at the three girls standing, watching us embrace. They looked disappointed at not getting any action. I would have been too, and that made me sympathize with them. I still hadn't blown my wad, and these girls looked ripe for the picking. I refrained from asking Tanya to take me home with her, and I let her go. She waved goodbye as she was leaving and and I gave her the military salute. A little trademark of mine. She giggled again as she left and luckily the door closed, cutting off the tail end of it. What a terrible giggle for such a great gal to have. It's shit like that that makes me want to cry. Then I saw the short girl's nipples, and all my feelings went away, save one. I think you can probably figure out which one stayed behind.
"I'm Lisa," she said, answering the question that was about to roll off my tongue. She took a few steps towards me and put out her hand. I thought for a moment that she wanted a hand shake, but then I figured out what she was actually reaching for. I moved towards her and she took my cock in her hand. She led me over to the chair again, by my cock, like a dog on a skin leash. What an original idea. She saw me smiling, so she said, "I just wanted to hold your cock."
"Oh, by all means... knock yourself out," I responded with a wink. I'm so charming sometimes.
By this point, Chris had his shirt off and his pants were around his ankles. The Bobbing Girl was also completely naked, except for a black thong which hugged her fine skin perfectly. I envied Chris right then. Not for his size but for his company. I hoped that Lisa would have a thong just like that one. It turned me on to no end. The Bobbing Girl mounted Chris and began to ride him like Tanya had done with me. Copycat.
"Hey, you wanna do this or what?" Lisa asked. She sounded impatient and that shocked me just a tad. She certainly wasn't as shy as Tanya, but she had a nicer figure. Tanya was tall and slim, but Lisa was short and had a very nice body shape indeed. Her ass was just big enough to be residing on the border between sexy and ugly. I knew right then what I wanted. What I wanted more than anything else at that moment in time. More than the Bobbing Girl's thong; more than Tanya's shaved cunt; more than a record contract. I wanted Lisa's ass and I told myself if I had to rape her to get it, I would.
Thankfully (or maybe not), it didn't come to that.
She took my sword in her hands again, and masaged it playfully. She wasn't trying to bring me over the edge and I knew it. If she wanted to, I sensed that she could. I hoped that she'd at least let me get some of that ass first. She kept a solid grip on my Johnny with one hand and with the other, she undid the button on her pants. She pulled down the fly (girls with flys on their pants always strike me as being a little odd) and she wiggled them down to her ankles. Sure enough, she was wearing a sexy little black thong. More like a G-String, really. That was pretty fuckin' cool, if you ask me, and I couldn't resist. I moved towards her, but she kept me at bay with her hand on my cock. She squeezed down on it and pushed me back. I can take a hint, so I stood still, my penis screaming at me to fuck her tight ass, and waited.
I didn't have to wait long.
"What do you want to do to me?" she asked, biting her lower lip. Now she was feeling shy and innocent. I had the urge to call her a skitzo, but that wouldn't have boded well when it came time to get at that ass of hers. No, sir.
"To be frank about it, I want your ass," I said very matter-of-factly. I was never one for being subtle.
Smiling, she said, "you know, that's funny. I was hoping you'd say that." That made me want her even more. I didn't know how much more of this my poor cock could take, so I moved in and put my hands on her hips. When she didn't push me back, I slipped my fingers around the string of her thong and pulled. The string snapped, letting the thong peel off her also shaved cunt and fall to the floor. She seemed pissed that I had broken her sexy black thong, so I offered to buy her a new one. She told me to give her the money after we were done.
She turned around, and now that I could clearly see that ass of hers, my rod began pulsating. I could feel it throbbing and It freaked me out a bit. I had obvisouly never wanted a girl as badly as I did now. The two remaining girls were looking back and forth between us and Chris. They were still going at it. I don't think Chris even realized that there were two more girls that would gladly take his load.
I put both my hands on her hips, and pushed her forwards a bit. She was now against the counter and she took the hint. She bent over, making her tight ass cheeks spread open, ever so slightly. I saw the hole and I wanted to plunge myself into it. That hole was my goal (excuse the rhyme) and I would stop at nothing to get it. So, I moved in on her. I don't think she expected it so soon, but she seemed to enjoy the surprise. I pushed my cock head against her backdoor and let her tiny opening swallow it like an olive on a stick. It was amazing how it just seemed to disappear. I pushed a little more and she moaned. It occured to me then that she had probably never been fucked in the ass before. Maybe she was a virgin (gasp). I puched my cockmeat in until it was almost completely gone, and then she turned her head back towards me. Her face was flushed and she looked like she was in a bit of discomfort.
"Could you not put anymore in? You're too damn big for me." She smiled weakly and I knew what I had to do. Whether she wanted it or not, I had to fuck that ass as hard and fast as I could until I came in it. Nothing else mattered to me at all. Sounds kinda pathetic, but I was in love. Not with her, but with her asshole. It was a very nice asshole.
I let my dick slide into her the rest of the way, and I heard her wimper as it slid in up to my balls. I pulled it out about halfway and then thrust into her again. I tried to get a rhythm going from there, but she was just too damn tight. Or maybe I'm just too damn thick. Either way, it wouldn't go in and out the way I wanted to, so I pulled it out altogether.
"What are you doing?" she asked over her shoulder. I said nothing because I was working the spit around in my mouth. When I felt I had enough, I bent over towards her now gaping and somewhat red asshole and spat. My saliva coated her opening and began to thickly slide down. I had to act fast. Good thing I'm Superman.
I rammed my cock back into her and she moaned again, louder this time. I think I saw one of the girls behind me jump. Lisa gripped the counter so hard her knuckles turned white as I thrust into her again and again, my balls slapping against her skin with every push. It was amazing how much good a little spit could do. I must have been hitting something good inside her, 'cause she was moaning out of control. Even Tanya hadn't moaned this much and I was pounding her big ol' cunt. I was feeling it too, and I had to close my eyes to keep my focus. If I just went with it, I would have came pretty quickly. I tensed my upper body muscles (as if that would help) in another, last ditch effort to keep myself from blowing my wad. When she began to gyrate her hips, I couldn't take it anymore. The speed of my thrusts increased dramatically as I came nearer and nearer to the edge. I could see the drop-off, and man was that a big fucking drop-off. When I finally came, I was astounded by the amount of cum that flowed out of me. It came in a rush that made Lisa tilt her head back and howl. My little wolf girl. She took every drop of it up the ass, too. I continued pounding into her until every last drop of cum had been milked from my prostate and then I pulled my red shaft out.
"Oh my fucking God!" she panted, looking back over her shoulder at me. "That was incredeble." She tried to look as her ass, but of course she couldn't see the damage. I could, though. Her hole had expanded somewhat and it was bright red around the edges. I was certain that the redness was blood, but when I put my finger to it and then looked at my finger tip, I saw that the only liquid in her ass was my jizz. Fuckin' right.
She spread her ass cheeks with her hands, making her hole open even more and my cum oozed out in a thick slimy stream that dribbled onto the floor. That was kinda nasty, but it also made me horny again. I moved to her and helped her stand up straight again, kissing her as I did. She kissed me back, more passionately than Tanya, and I wanted to take her home with me. Tanya was good for sex, sure, but it felt like Lisa and I belonged together or something. I won't go all poetic here, but she and I clicked. That was the bottom line (no pun intended).
"I want you to call me sometime, okay?" she said, looking me right in the eyes. "Fuck Tanya, I want you to call me." I was a little taken aback by this, but it gave me a fuzzy feeling in my gut. No girl had demanded that I put all other girls aside and call her.
"Screw it, let's get married," I replied, a sly grin apearing on my face. She new I was kidding (thank the Lord) and she giggled. Yes, she giggled. But it wasn't like Tanya's giggle; it was very sweet and charming. Cute, in a way. I didn't want those other two girls standing by the door anymore. I wanted Lisa. I wanted her in a way that surpassed sex. I wanted to be with her, all the time.
"You are too funny," she said and she kissed me again. When she pulled back, she wasn't smiling anymore. What was left was a serious face, one which seemed to convey the same sudden emotions for me as I had for her. She took herself away from my eyes and wrote down her phone number and address. Not bad for one night; two fucks and two phone numbers. I was on a roll.
"You will definately be hearing from me again," I said and folded the paper up, putting down on top of my crumpled shirt.
"Good deal." She gave me one last quick kiss, then put her pants back on. Her broken thong was left on the floor. Poor little bugger. Then she gave me a big hug, one that topped the shit out of Tanya's, and she left. Just like that. She blew a kiss at me as she was sliding out of the door, but that was it. She didn't even ask for the money for the busted thong. I wouldn't have had it any other way.
Chris was done with his chick, and she was putting her pants back on, too. He looked at me and winked. I returned the gesture and he snorted. The Bobbing Girl looked up at him and he went cross-eyed. She smiled and shook her head like she didn't know what the fuck was going on. I'm sure she didn't.
"Call me," she said as she walked towards the door. He nodded his head and she left. I was expecting her to say goodbye to me as well, but why should she? Neither Tanya nor Lisa had said goodbye to Chris. Of course, he had his cock in the Bobbing Girl. I was basically holding my cock with my leg. Dumb bitch could have at least looked at me.
I turned to the two girls who were left watching us. They knew they wouldn't be getting any action tonight. "Maybe next time, ladies," I said, my voice sounding sorrier than I really was. They were both kinda skanky looking. Not really my type.
"Yeah, come back next week. We're doin' another show then," Chris added. Leave it up to him to give false information. We weren't playing another gig at that venue for at least a month and he knew it. Wise-ass.
The girls shrugged their shoulders, obviously disappointed, and left the room. They muttered "goobye" as they left and I laughed.
"Mr. Vibrator will be making a special guest appearance tonight, so make sure you don't miss out," Chris said, holding his nose with his index and middle fingers. He sounded just like one of those announcers and I laughed even harder.
"What's say we get outta here," I suggested, once my laughter had subsided. I wanted to leave that prep room very badly, for some reason.
"Sounds good to me. I'm tried as fuck," he replied.
We both got dressed rather quickly, and we got our coats from the coat hanger. I grabbed Lisa's thong off the floor and stuffed it in my pocket, for safe keeping. You never know when you might need one of those.
We left the room silenty. I don't think either of us had much to say anyways, and I'm glad for it. Words would have ruined the moment. I looked back over my shoulder at the place where I had just met and fucked two of the hottest girls I'd ever seen and I smiled.
Pure sa-tis-faction, baby. Yeah.