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The Tour Ch. 1

By: HSWriter



When Bob Mason, the Director of Tours, called me into his office, I thought that I was going to be fired. My heart dropped when I received the email from him. His memo stressed the word immediately. I slowly rose from my leather chair and exited my small, insignificant cubicle and walked slowly towards his office. I reached the large, glass door at the end of the hallway. 

As I reached for the doorknob, I took a deep breath. The door creaked a little as I pushed it open, making my presence known to Bob, who had been at one of his various fish tanks feeding his tropical fish. I took a look around the large, overdone office. Along the walls were large fish tanks filled with exotic, and very rare tropical fish. Behind a large oak desk was a huge window. The view of the Los Angeles skyline was breathtaking. 

Bob turned to me and smiled lightly. "Good afternoon, Josh. How are you today?"

'Wow.' I thought to myself. 'He's being pretty nice to someone he is probably going to fire in a moment.'

"Good afternoon, Mr. Mason." I greeted him, with a slight tremble in my voice. 

"Please," he said, offering me a seat, "have a seat. And call me Bob. Mr. Mason just isn't my thing." I noticed that he was speaking relatively loosely with me. This was very strange, because I had always seen him as a person who would peek his head out of his office door and bark orders to the thirty or forty workers in their cubicles. And, if he wasn't giving us continual instruction, then he was off on a business trip, "overseeing" one of the various tours which Jive Records (my employer) was putting on. "I have asked you to come here today," he continued, "because I am concerned with you work."

Here it came. It was going to be bad, I could tell. "Really?" I stuttered. I didn't want to lose my job. I had worked so hard to get this job. I was only one year removed from college, and at 21, I was moving up in life. I didn't want it to end now.

He stood and began to walk around the room, glancing at his fish. "I am concerned that you are cooped up in this office too much." I was beginning to get confused. "We both know that you are one of our youngest, and best looking workers." That, I couldn't hide. I had been an avid football player in high school and I was built fairly well. I would have never had any trouble getting women if that was what I was looking for. But, that wasn't what I was all about. I was looking for a relationship, something that I was yet to find. Bob continued his speech. "I have also seen that you are one of the best workers that I have. That thing that you set up in Seattle for the Backstreet Boys' tour was amazing. You have a real knack for pulling things together and making them run smoothly." I knew this, I knew how it worked, it was in the handbook for firing people. It was where the boss builds the employee up, then he crushes them. I could feel it coming.

"And," Bob continued, "As you know, I will be out of the country on my honeymoon for two months." This was one thing that only a record executive like Bob Mason could do, take a two month honeymoon. "And we have a couple of huge tours coming up." He stopped there as he peered out of the window. He then turned back and gave me an almost reassuring smile. I was slowly beginning to feel that I wasn't in that office to be fired, but to be moved up in life once again. "I want you to take care of one of those tours for me."

I gasped for air. What a surprise! This was better news than could ever be expected. "Which tour?" I asked, now with a hint of excitement in my voice.

"Well, it is the Starlets Tour." Bob's words hung. I almost fell back in my chair. "It is our new feature tour featuring our biggest female acts. The feature singers are Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera. Jessica Simpson will also be added as the opening act."

I pinched myself on the arm, trying to make sure that it wasn't a dream. "Well, this is unbelievable." I exclaimed. "Thank you Bob." I stood and shook his hand. 

He handed me a manila envelope which was thick with papers giving me the rest of the details on the tour. When I took the envelope from him, it may have been the greatest moment in my entire life. As I exited the office, Bob gave me one final instruction. "Josh, your plane ticket is in the folder. You are going to Ft. Lauderdale tomorrow to kick the tour off next week." I turned and gave him a thumbs up. "Have fun!" He yelled to me as I pulled my bag from beneath my cubicle and headed for my car.

I had to go home and pack. I a daze, I packed my clothes, my laptop computer, my pager, my cell phone, and trusty clipboard. I didn't sleep that night, all I could do is lay in my bed and think about the tour. My mind wandered to the three women in the show. Britney Spears with her young, vivacious breasts and firm, round ass. Christina Aguilera with her slim, proportionally hot body. And the young, innocent looking Jessica Simpson, with her firm young breasts and her succulent ass. As I laid there, my cock began to respond to my fantasies. As I imagined more about the three young singers, I reached my hand down into my boxers and grasped my raging hard-on. I began to move my hand up and down my nine inch shaft as Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, and Jessica Simpson danced through my head. It all ended with a mind-shattering orgasm. I cleaned myself up and returned to bed, falling asleep shortly there after.

The next morning, at 10 am, I boarded a plane from going from LAX to Ft. Lauderdale International Airport. On the plane, I took out the folder that had been given to me by my boss. It contained a few documents and a CD-ROM. I inserted the CD into my laptop and uploaded it's contents onto my hard drive. Within the CD was all of the information about the tour that could be known, including the hotel arrangements, arena arrangements, and travel arrangements. As I was looking through the travel info, I noticed that I was scheduled to accompany the three stars on the company's private tour jet. This was one big perk that came with the job of Tour Director on a mainstream tour like this one. The company was bringing in two planes: one for the stars, and one for the rest of the performers in the show.

I arrived in Ft. Lauderdale at 5 pm EDT, losing three hours in crossing time zones. I was met at the airport by Todd Nelson, a guy whom I had worked with on numerous occasions before. He was going to be my assistant on the tour. I loved to boss him around because he was such a little prick. He was in his late forties, and he was balding. He was one of the most despicable people who worked at Jive, but he did his job effectively, and he deserved credit for that.

"Afternoon, Josh." He acknowledged me. 

"Todd." I replied with a nod. "How are things?"

"Things are going fine." He explained as he escorted me to his rental car, with my bags in hand. "We are almost all ready to kick this thing off tomorrow. The set is done at the arena here and the set-up crew left this morning for Jacksonville."

"And my stars?" I implied.

"Our stars our at the arena as we speak, rehearsing for tomorrow night's show." He answered roughly.

"Let's go then." I ordered as we drove out of the airport parking lot and headed for the arena.

When we got there, we entered through one of the back gates. The loud beat of the music could be felt as we entered the backstage area. Britney Spears was out on stage, rehearsing the dance number for her hit "Baby One More Time...". When the music stopped, she came running to the side of the stage to meet us. Her youthful breasts bounced, even as they were restricted by her sports bra. The sports bra was all that she dawned on top. She wore a pair of plaid sweat pants and her hair was tied back in a ponytail. She looked gorgeous even though she wasn't wearing makeup and she was dripping with sweat. She immediately saw Todd and I and she approached us.

"Very good, Britney." Todd complimented her. "It is going to be a great show tomorrow night."

"Thank you." Britney replied in a sweet voice. She turned to me. "And you must be Josh Thomas, our tour director."

"That would be me." I replied, extending my hand. She placed her sweaty hand in mine and I brought it to my lips, kissing it softly. "It is nice to finally meet you Ms. Spears."

"The pleasure is all mine." She replied in a somewhat seductive tone. "And, call me Britney."

"Ok then, Britney." I complied. She then scampered off to her dressing room. When she was gone, Todd gave me a sharp look. He was always jealous about how I could impress even the most beautiful women in the world with my charm. That was one thing that I had, that he didn't, and he resented me for it.

Rehearsals wound down, and I spent the rest of the day with the crew, the sound board controllers and the lighting controllers, and everyone in between. Every thing was set for the show. I announced that we would have our first production meeting in the morning, then our final rehearsal in the afternoon. I met the other two stars of the show, and I greeted them the same way as I had Britney Spears, and I received the same, almost lustful reaction. When the day was done, I was beat. I retired to the hotel and slept like a baby. 

At 9 am the nest morning, I received my wake up call from Todd and we met in the hotel lobby. We made our way to the arena where we would hold our production meeting. The meeting went smoothly, with our three stars half asleep, we ironed out all of the bugs in the show. I then dismissed everyone to rehearsals.

As Christina Aguilera and her dancers went over their dance moves for the song "What a girl wants" I found a seat in the middle section of the lower level of the stands. From there, I sat, the lone spectator among 45,000 empty seats. I watched Christina work her gorgeous little body. My cock began to rise as I watched her put on a seductive little dance number. I glanced around. No one was in sight. The only lighted part of the arena was the stage, the seats were in darkness. Everyone was concentrating hard on the rehearsal at hand. I wanted to be daring, and I was incredibly turned on by the young beauty who seemed to be putting on her most sensual dancing display just for me. He body rocked, her young, firm breasts bouncing slightly and her youthfully tight ass moving sensually form side to side. 

I slowly, and subtly reached down and unbuttoned my pants. I pulled the zipper down slowly and inserted my hand into my boxers. I began to slowly masturbate myself, never taking my eyes off of Christina's gorgeous body. I then began to lose my concentration on my surroundings, and I only focused on the heavenly figure up on stage. 

Unknown to me, Britney Spears had had the same idea as me. She had come out from the backstage area to see what the show looked like from the seats. She came to my row and began to make her way to me. I didn't even see her until she was right beside me.

"Do you like what you are seeing?" She whispered seductively into my ears.

My blood ran cold and my heart stopped. There I was, beating my meat during rehearsal, watching Christina Aguilera. I looked up at her. My fear was now, so intense that I began to shake, and my dick went instantly limp. I was speechless and I couldn't move a muscle.

Britney sat down in the seat next to me and smiled. "Oh, don't let me stop you." She said. I still sat there motionless. He eyes wandered down to my crotch, where it was noticeable that my erection was long gone. I had by now removed my hand and I sat there, with my pants wide open. "Awww, did I scare you?" She said in a sensual tone. She surprised me as she reached her little teenaged hand down beneath the elastic band of my boxers. I felt her small, cold fingers wrap around my limp cock. I was still unable to move. "Just keep watching Christina." she insisted as she pulled my cock out from underneath my boxers. No one else could see us, because we sat in the darkness. I turned my head back to the stage, where Christina had just started a new dance number. My cock regained its hardness as Britney stroked it. I relaxed as I watched Christina's beautiful body sway seductively.

There I sat, in the stands of the Ft. Lauderdale Arena, watching Christina Aguilera complete a sexual dance number on stage, with Britney Spears' small hand wrapped around my rigid, nine inch cock. I balls began to tighten and I felt my seed rise into my cock. Britney knew that I was close and she began to stroke me faster.

"Oh god." I moaned softly. This was it, I was going to cum right there. To my surprise, Britney's head shot down into my crotch, her puffy lips wrapping around the head of my cock as I unloaded a huge wad of cum into her young mouth. She drank it up like a pro. It was the longest, and most pleasurable cum of my life. 

When I was done pumping my cum into her mouth, Britney raised her head and swallowed it all down. "Mmmm Mmmm good." She smiled as she leaned over and kissed me square on the lips. I felt her tongue gently push between my lips and I got a short taste of my own cum. It was a heavenly kiss from a heavenly young woman. When she withdrew from the kiss, I regained my senses and stuffed my spent cock back into my boxers. When I had my pants zipped up and rebuttoned, I looked back up. Britney was gone, she had gone back to the backstage area to prepare for her own rehearsal.

I stood and walked back to the backstage area to meet Todd and make sure that everything was ok with the lighting and the sound. As I walked, a thousand thoughts went through my head. Why did Britney do that? Why didn't she scream and go running? Why didn't she call Bob Mason, or the police even? And most of all, I wondered, What the Hell just happened? I was very confused and in a state of pure guilt. I felt so guilty that I had left myself exposed and I could have been fired, or arrested. I had demonstrated a lack of self control, and I felt terrible about it.

On the other hand, though, I had just received an unexpected hand job from one of the most gorgeous women in the world. She had caught me masturbating, and instead of freaking out, she finished me off herself. This was amazing. I didn't know what to think, but I knew that what I had experienced was unbelievable, and almost impossible. It was the fantasy of almost every man in America.

The show that night went perfectly. The girls did great, the sang beautifully and they danced wonderfully. I didn't have to speak to Britney for the rest of the night. But, when she walked past me to go on stage, she gave me a wink. I didn't really know how to interpret this, but I felt that it was good. The other girls seemed to look at me differently as well. Had Britney told them? How embarrassing that would be. The whole night, I was in wonder about it.

After the show, I went back to the hotel to pack my things, that night, I would board the plane with the three girls and only two pilots. I wondered what would happen, if any of them would bring up the incident between myself and Britney. I hoped that they would bring it up. The only thing that I could be sure of, though, was that I was about to spend the next eight weeks with three of the most beautiful women in the world. I couldn't' wait to see what was going to happen next.

To Be Continued...

The Tour Ch. 1



My brother's bands had finally hit the big time, and were opening for the Backstreet Boys tour, not their ideal job, but it paid the bills. I was working as the road manager for the band, so I was spending a lot of time backstage getting my guys ready to perform, making sure everything went smoothly. "2 minutes" someone called to us, and we had our last minute prayer, and chat, then kissing my guys on the cheek, I sent them on. As I watch them head for the stage, I hear someone behind me say "Hey, don't you think you forgot to kiss someone for good luck?" I turn around, and standing there is Howie, with a big grin on his face. "I don't believe we've met," he says to me "I'm Howie." Quickly recover from the shock, and offer my hand "I'm Alyssia, but everyone calls me Dee Dee."

"Nice to meet you Dee Dee" he replies "I'll have to ask you why you have that nickname, but right now I've got to get ready for my performance."

"I was very nice meeting you too Howie" I reply, trying to keep my voice calm, even though my heart is racing. Howie heads for his dressing room.

As my brother's band was beginning their last song, the Backstreet Boys gathered backstage, and Howie introduced me to Nick, AJ, Brian, and Kevin. (Boy was I nervous) Then he asked me whether I would be around later, so he could ask me more about my nickname. I told him I'd have to get the boys back to their hotel, but I'd be free to chat afterwards. He said he'd meet me at the bar in my hotel at around 12am. Then he left to go onstage.

When we got to the hotel, the guys decided to grab a quick shower, and go out clubbing for a while. They tried to talk me into going along, but I told them I was tired, and just wanted to relax for a while, and that I had plans later. The guys said goodnight, and after my brother gave me his usual "be careful, and trust nobody" speech, they left.

I had a few hours before the concert ended, so I had a shower, then I curled up on the bed to watch a movie. I must have dozed off, because I woke up to the sound of the phone ringing. I answered it, and it was the front desk, letting me know that there was a gentleman waiting for me in the bar. "Tell him I'll be down in 2 minutes" I told the desk. I threw on my black leather pants, and a Hilfiger sweater. I looked in the mirror and thought I looked alright, but had no chance to do my hair now, at least it's curly. I grabbed my key card and headed for the elevator.

I got to the bar, and there was Howie waiting for me, it looked like he's grabbed a shower too. I apologized for being late. Howie smiled and said "you look terrific, and well worth the wait." I thanked him, and he asked if I wanted a drink. I told him I'd love a glass of chardonnay. He said, "I'll be right back," and he headed to the bar. After we had a few drinks, Howie asked me if I'd like to join him for a late dinner. I told him I'd love to, but I suggested we go to my room and order room service because most places were closed, and I was sick to death of fast food.

When we got to the room, Howie kissed me, and I must admit he made me weak in the knees. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" he asked. Assured him it was okay, and I started to undo the buttons on his shirt, as his hands were roaming my body. He slowly slid my sweater up and over my head, and unfastened my bra. I moaned as he took my breasts in his hands and toyed with my nipples. He leaned down and sucked a hard pink nipple into his mouth; taking care to pay lots of attention to the other one too. I'm getting so turned on; I can hardly stand still. Howie cups my ass and pulls me against him, and I can feel the length of his erection pressed against me. (God he was huge) I slip his shirt off him, and run my hands over him glorious chest. 

He groaned, and his hands move to the button on my pants. "I can't wait any longer to taste you" he whispers huskily in my ear. He slips my pants off, and exclaims "my god you're sexy" when he finds the white lace thong underneath. He quickly removes my thong, and sits me on a chair, falls to his knees, and dives into my shaved wet pussy. 

He nearly drove me crazy, running his tongue in a furried pace around my clit, and sucking gently on it. "Oh yea!" I moaned "God yes" and I grasped the back of his head and held it against my wet slit as I came in spasms into his mouth. He stood, and I unfastened his pants, grasping his monstrous cock. I swear it must have been close to 10" long, and very thick.

I leaned forward, and flicked at the head of his cock with my tongue. I slid my tongue around his head, and I fondled his balls. He started to groan, so I took the entire length of him deep into my throat. He grabbed a handful of my long blonde hair, and started to thrust into my mouth. He groaned again and his muscles started to spasm as he came. I swallowed all he gave me and then I got to my feet.

"Now for the main course" Howie said and he led me to the bed. He laid me on the bed and the lowered himself over me, pushing his still erect cock into my hungry slit. He buried himself deep inside me, and started to thrust. I started to moan, and he withdrew himself, burying his face in my pussy again, and bringing me to a screaming orgasm.

I told Howie to lay on his back, and I straddled his hips, impaling myself on his massive cock. I rode him at a furious pace, while he played with my breasts, and my clit, and we both came together.

I collapsed on the bed beside him, and he leaned over and kissed me. "That was incredible" he exclaimed, "Now I've got to ask about your nickname Alyssia" I explained that it was a nickname I got in high school, because of my big breasts. We cuddled together on the bed for a while, until the alarm went off on Howie's watch. Howie cursed and said he had to go or he'd miss the bus. He dressed quickly, and asked me if he could see me after the matinee concert in Orlando tomorrow. I said yes, and he kissed me goodbye, calling out he'd see me tomorrow.



The Tour Ch. 2



I glanced at my watch quickly. The god damned plane was now 25 minutes late. I just sat there, at gate 24C, looking as if I had an attitude. At that time of night, Ft. Lauderdale International Airport was dead. It was the perfect time for incredibly huge superstars to travel. And I had three of those on hand. A row of chairs away from me, Britney had dawned her headphones and was laying across three seats. I admired her firm body. Sitting a few seats to my right, Jessica Simpson painted her nails, humming to herself the tunes which she had sung for 45,000 people only hours ago. 

ehind me, somewhat out of sight, Christina Aguilera sat reading a magazine. As I turned my head to look at her, I noticed that she reading was of Cosmopolitan. I had never known any three people more famous, more beautiful, more youthful, than these three who sat with me in patient anticipation of our private jet which would whisk us away to our next destination. 

As I sat there, staring off into space, I realized that even though these three, gorgeous young women were superstars, they were still regular, everyday teenage girls. They worried about insignificant and trivial problems, and they were exited by instances of even less significant. To them, everything was "soooo sweet" and "sooo cute". I kept pondering the events between myself and Britney. To me, it was a heavenly handjob. What was it to her, though? Was it a case of puppy love? Would she become attached? I was considering calling Bob Mason and asking him for another assignment. I thought that maybe a sexual relationship with one (or more) of these girls could cause more trouble then their already hectic teenage lives could handle. 

Should I quit? I sat there, silently contemplating all of the options. I would probably never get another shot like this to direct a huge tour like this one. Was it worth it to give up a chance like this? 'Of course not', I thought as Jessica stood and stretched out, her luscious curves accented by the bending of her body. It was right then and there that I decided that I was going to stick with the tour, and I was going to have any sex that was offered to me by these girls. Because I was young, and I had the rest of my life to be a boring, average American. I was going to live.

"The plane is here." Christina announced. The three girls all stood, almost in unison, and walked to the double glass door which lead out onto the tarmac. I slowly stood and followed behind them. As I followed them out to the plane, I admired the way their cute little teenaged asses waggled back and forth as they walked. It was the sexiest thing about young girls. 

We finally reached the plane. It was dark, and it wasn't until we were close to it that I got a really good look at it. It was a huge, quad engine 777. The exterior had been painted with our tour logo. I followed the girls up the stairs and into the plane. There, we were met by the captain. He introduced himself as Rob. This was all fine and dandy. He even had a good excuse for being late. 

After Rob informed me that we would be taking off in ten minutes, he returned to the cockpit. I went to the rear of the plane. The first room I entered resembled a living room. There were three leather couches all facing a 32" TV well equipped with a DVD player and a VCR. To the side of the room was a small bar, well stocked with liquor. As I moved to the back, there was a wide corridor, with two doors on each side. Each door represented a room. This plane had been specially revamped on the interior for this tour, it was only customary. 

At the end of the corridor was a large bathroom with a three person shower and a hot tub. I laughed lightly to myself as I realized the incredibly unnecessary luxury of this plane. But, I knew that it was Bob Mason's way. It was how he liked to treat his stars. That may have been one of the reasons why his young company had grown so quickly and become so successful. 

I entered the second room on the right. It was the only one without a gold star. And as soon as I opened the door, I knew why. It was plain, even somewhat bland. I wasn't shocked. There was a single bed with a small nightstand and a cheap alarm clock which was 20 minutes slow. There was a chair and a table in the corner across from the bed which was for work. For now, I would use it to hold my suit case. I set my bag down and sat on the bed, carefully adjusting the alarm clock to the time on my sharp silver Rolex. 

I then proceeded to remove my watch and set it on my nightstand. The girls were due to make an appearance in Paris for the International Fashion Conference before we moved on to our next show two days later. I expected to get some sleep on that plane, and it would be easy with a bed instead of a business class reclining seat. I took off my jacket and my tie. I then removed my dress shirt and hung it on a hanger, suspended from the handle of the door. I kicked off my shoes and set them in the corner, under the table. 

There was a tall mirror on the back of the door, which I admired myself in. I know, it sounds like a thing only a conceded woman would do, but I did look damn good. I worked out regularly, and I had a chiseled build. I stood there, in my pair of black dress pants and an undershirt. After a moment or two, I exited by room, seeking a stiff drink to remove the stress of running a feature tour. As I exited the room, I was almost trampled by Britney as she emerged from the bathroom. She was wearing a pair of old sweatpants and a white tanktop, under which there was no bra to speak of. She was in the process of tying her blonde hair back into a ponytail.

"Wooah!" I exclaimed, barely escaping getting run down by the young star. 

"Excuse me Josh." She said sweetly with a smile. "I'm headed for bed. I need my beauty rest." She finished with a giggle, disappearing into her room. That was the last I saw of her for the night, unfortunately.

I continued on my way to the front room. The TV was now on. As I entered the room, I saw Jessica sitting there on the leather couch in the middle. She was wearing sweat pants and a tight T-shirt, obviously without a bra. Her golden blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail as she watched a late night movie. I didn't pay attention to what was actually on the TV, I couldn't take my eyes off of her hot young body.

"Hey there." I greeted her, walking behind the bar. 

"Hi." She replied with a small hint of a sigh.

"Would you like a drink?" I asked politely; meaning nothing by it.

"Sure." She replied. 

"Where is Christina?" I asked as I poured us each a glass of the fine wine which had been stored in the small refrigerator under the counter of the bar.

"She went to bed." Jessica replied. "She was really tired. 

"Well then, I guess it is just you and me." I said with a smile. I picked up the two glasses and walked over to her. I extended my arm to hand her the glass, but then I stopped, holding the wine just out of her reach. "Wait a minute. How old are you?" I asked jokingly.

She smiled, almost seductively. "I am old enough."

"Hmmm." I sat down next to her and looked up at the TV. There, on the screen was a man and a woman engaged in hot sexual embrace. The man had his face buried deep in the woman's crotch.

"Wow." I said as though I had never seen sex before. "That looks interesting."

Jessica took a long sip of her wine. "She looks like she is enjoying it." She remarked, referring to the way the woman was moaning loudly and bucking her hips hard against the man's face.

I was taken back somewhat. "Yes she does. But this is a movie. Sex like this doesn't exist in real life." I commented, trying to spice up the conversation a little.

"No." She replied. "Sex like that just doesn't happen to you."

I was hurt a little. "Well, can you honestly say that you have ever had that sort of thing done to you?"

"Not really..." She trailed off.

"Trust me." I explained. "I have done that."

"Oh yeah." She urged. I could tell that she was either a little anxious or a little scared. It was probably a mixture of both, though. "How many times?"

"Once." I replied, almost under my breath.

"Well," she kept going, "does that make you an expert?" She gave me a seductive gaze, her deep brown eyes staring directly into my own.

I didn't know what to say. I wanted to kiss her more than anything in the world. I wanted to feel her sweet lips pressed gently against mine. I wanted our tongues to dance together in passion. I wanted to say the right thing. "Maybe." I replied stupidly. At least it seemed stupid when I said it. But, to my surprise, it brought passion and lust into her eyes. 

Slowly, and somewhat unsurely, she leaned in, holding her breath and closing her eyes. My body was at the point of melting, and we had not even touched. Instinctively, my eyes closed as our lips met. Her taste was of the finest fruits and her lips of the softest silk. Our lips parted in unison, bringing our tongues together. My tongue danced inside her young mouth, flowing from inner cheek to inner cheek. My tongue stretched for the top of her mouth, and found it. Her tongue worked its own magic on the inside of my mouth. Our tongues then joined together as I reached my strong arm around the small of her back and pulled her body close, her firm breasts connecting naturally with my own pectorals. Her back arched as her lungs spurted a gentle moan. 

Our mouths maintained the sweet embrace as my hand gently, almost methodically, moved to her firm, young abdomen. I gently caressed her stomach for a moment, holding back attention from her breasts. She pressed her body into mine hard, her breasts pleading to be massaged by my strong hands. My hand slipped gently underneath her tight, cotton shirt. Moving upward toward my goal, I let my hand brush lightly against her soft skin. Reaching her breast, I took it into my hand and began to massage it gently, tweaking her nipple lightly between my middle and index fingers. Her moans came again from deep within her beautiful young body.

Our lips parted, and our reopened eyes met once again. Her eyes showed fear no more. Her gaze was now of overwhelming passion and lust. I could see the want, the lust and attraction which came directly from deep within one's soul. 

She slowly raised her arms, allowing me to remove her shirt. Her eyes never left mine. As I laid her shirt on the floor, I got my first, incredible look at her breasts. They were the most beautiful set of breasts which human eyes had ever seen. I yearned to place my lips on her large pink nipples. I moved my mouth toward the objects of my lust. My lips then gently found her right nipple. Fireworks erupted throughout her as my lips contacted with her soft skin. I gently began to suck her breast into my mouth. What I could get into my mouth never seemed to be enough. Her back arched, her body flooding with extreme pleasure as I flicked her pink nipple with my tongue.

My hand began to again wander, its point of origin, her firm stomach. This time, my hand moved in a southern direction, toward the true essence of her womanhood, toward the thing that separated man from woman, toward the secret treasure which was only accessed by passion and love. My fingers encountered, to my surprise, no gentle wave of pubic hairs. There was only soft skin, the softest of skin. The gentle journey continued for my hand, searching on for that lustful moment when it would touch the inner loins of this young girl's sexuality.

I raised my head, kissing her full on the lips again as my hand finally reached it's destination. My fingers gently strolled the length of her slit, all the way down, then rubbing her asshole gently. Then, via a 180 degree shift in direction, my fingers moved back up her slit until they contacted with her rock hard clit. My fingers, now slick with her juices, rubbed her clit gently, causing moan after moan to escape from her sweet mouth. Our eyes met again. Her eyes begged me to reenact the scene we had witnessed on the television. She wanted to feel what the woman felt, she wanted me to be the man, and how her the road to an unbelievably powerful orgasm. 

Our eyes parted, my head lowering as I slid my body off of the couch and onto the floor. I kneeled there, on the floor, as my fingers hooked beneath the elastic band of her sweatpants, pulling them down slowly. She raised her bottom from the leather, allowing her sweatpants to be pulled to her ankles and removed. Tossing the sweatpants aside, I returned my gaze to her pussy, hidden by her white, cotton panties. I leaned my head forward, diving at her womanhood; my hands gently pushing her legs apart. I found no resistance in her, she wanted me to work magic on her. She wanted me to taste her and make her scream for more. 

I placed my mouth on her wet, pantied crotch, and ran my tongue along the cotton. She gasped, trying to maintain her breath, but she failed, her chest heaving as she panted. I reached my arm around the small of her back and pulled her up, lifting her bottom from the leather again. I hooked my fingers under the elastic band inside the cotton of her panties and slowly removed them, pushing them all the way down to her ankles, allowing her to kick them off and away onto the floor.

My lips then gently found her slit as I replaced her ass onto the leather. Her body lurched with pleasure as my tongue flicked against her exposed clit. I ran my tongue gently against her clit, over and over, filling her with pleasure and passion. Her moans couldn't be stopped, her breath couldn't be replenished. Her body became stiff, her young muscles tightening as her body prepared to erupt. I pushed my tongue between her pussy lips, darting it into her womanhood. Her body could hold the rush in no longer, her pussy erupted, filling my mouth with the sweetest nectar, from the sweetest cunt in the history of woman. Her juices flowed in a river which rivaled the Nile at high tide. I would let not even a drop escape my mouth. I drank her in, I drank in her lust, her pleasure, her moans, her violent erotic convulsions, her loss of breath. I drank in the experience and joy of bringing her to a powerful orgasm, possibly more powerful than any other orgasm in her young life.

I pulled my head back as her orgasm subsided. Her eyes reopened. Her gaze was now more of gratitude and passion than of lust and passion. I knew, right then and there, that the orgasm she had just experienced was the orgasm of a lifetime for her. 

I now noticed that my cock was throbbing, needing some of the action. I had previously not even noticed my own arousal. I had been engulfed in pleasing her. Now, I was the one who needed to be pleased. Her eyes told me that she knew what I wanted. She wanted it to. She wanted me to fuck her, like no one had ever fucked her before in her life, right there on the leather couch, 30,000 ft above the Atlantic Ocean. I wasn't about to deny her of what she wanted. 

I stood, slowly removing my shirt, exposing my firm, muscular upper body. Jessica leaned forward, reaching for my belt. She slowly unhooked my belt and unzipped the zipper. Before I could protest, even if I wanted to protest, my pants and briefs were at my ankles, and my rock hard cock was looking Jessica right in the face. She gently leaned in and kissed my cockhead as I kicked my pants and briefs to the side. My body melted as her tongue ran the length of my cock, soaking all of my nine inches in her starlet saliva. Her lips slowly parted, and my cock was soon within her sweet little mouth, her tongue gently flicking the underside of my manhood. Her mouth was hotter than anything I had ever felt before. She had done this before, I knew it by the way she was professionally sucking my cock. 

I stopped her though, before I came, and guided her lips back to my own, kissing her again, ever so gently. Our bodies came together again, my cock gently grazing her inner thigh. We moved, our bodies still melting together, back down to the couch. With my arm again around the small of her back, I laid her down on the leather as my cockhead connected with her soft pussy lips. I laid atop her and pressed my pelvis down slowly, pushing my cock between her pussy lips and deep into her hot teen cunt. I stopped there, almost bottomed out on her. Her chest heaved as she panted. Her eyes begged for more as I slowly began to withdraw my manhood from her depths. When my cock was 3/4 of the way out, I pushed it back in, beginning the pumping method which would eventually bring us both to a hard climax. My cock slammed in an out of her young cunt making a subtle slurping sound. Her pussy was as wet as any pussy which I had ever indulged my cock in. Her hands reached back, grabbing my ass and pulling me into her harder and harder. Her moaning continually got louder and louder. She was now panting harder and harder, her breast moving up and down as her chest heaved. I knew she was close again.

I began to pump harder, my hard cock slamming deep into her womanhood. My pace had now increased to the point where I couldn't fuck any faster. I felt her cunt begin to convulse, trying to suck the life out of my cock. It had begun, there was no turning back now. My balls boiled and my seed rose, filling my cock with hot cum. 

"Oohhhhhh Goddddd, Joshhhhhh." She screamed, cumming hard, her juices flowing over my cock powerfully. The height of her climax rivaled the highest peaks of the Himalayas.

"Ohhhhhhh, Christ!" I called out to the heaven's, calling to God almighty. I called out to him in gratefulness, for the orgasm I experienced could only be brought about by the power of God himself. My cock erupted into her, my cum filling her pussy. My cock kept pumping more and more cum, until I felt as if my entire internal source of bodily fluids had been released into this young, sexy woman. 

As our orgasms subsided, I rolled off of her, I looked at her. I now saw her as a woman. Before, I had seen her as a cute, energetic young teenager, full of puppy love and innocent lust. Now, she was a mature, sensual woman. 

I couldn't believe it. I didn't know where all of this would lead, but I didn't care. I slowly stood and put my arms beneath her, one beneath her knees and the other under the small of her back. I proceeded to pick her up, holding her there in my arms. She looked so innocent there, yet so mature and sensual. I kissed her passionately on the lips, as I had done numerous times in the last few moments. The kiss was deep and hot. This time, our eyes stayed open. Her eyes told the story once again. She wanted more, and I was ready to give it to her, all night long if I had to. I carried her to the second room on the left, her room, and laid her down. 

By the time we reached her room, though, she had dozed off. I chuckled lightly. Maybe my intense manliness had worn that little girl out, I thought to myself concededly. I walked slowly back out to the hallway, in the nude, walking toward the front room to retrieve my clothes. I was not surprised to see that we had left the TV on, and the sexy movie was still playing. What the hell, I thought, sitting down on the leather couch, still fully naked. 

I sat there, watching, and then, suddenly, Christina's door opened and she stepped out. She wasn't wearing any clothes, her body glistened with sweat. Our eyes met, then my eyes began to wander across her lovely body. She was soaked in sweat. Her pussy was soaked, the small patch of her blonde pubic hair appeared brown because it was wet. She had a gorgeous body, her breasts somewhat smaller than Britney's and Jessica's, but her legs were longer and smoother, and they lead to an ass which looked, from my point of view, to be much tighter. My cock was instantly revitalized, rising slowly to the occasion. Christina began to seductively walk towards where I was sitting.




The Tour Ch. 2



"I heard everything." She explained.

"Really?" I sputtered.

"Yeah." She replied. "And I saw you and Britney during rehearsals." I gulped hard. Her hand moved to her breast, massaging herself. "And all I've been able to think about lately..." Her face was close to mine as our eyes met. "Is your cock."

"Really?" I sputtered again.

"Yeah." She replied again, gently moving her pussy over my rock hard cock. "I want you in me, right now." She began to lower herself down onto my manhood. My cock sank deep into her unbelievably tight cunt. We both moaned and panted in unison. Christina began to buck her hips up and down on my cock. She leaned her head back and began to pant as our pelvises thrust together, almost violently. I reached up, massaging her breasts. She moaned even more loudly. Her pussy was beginning to convulse. Her back arched, her body flooding with pleasure. I began to pump harder into her, forcing my cock deeper with every stroke. After a moment, her panting had turned to one, breathless scream. Her pussy erupted on my cock. Her juices gushed out, running down my balls and the crack of my ass. If my earlier experience with Jessica was passionate lovemaking, than this was definitely termed as a quick fuck. As her orgasm subsided, Christina dismounted me, my rock hard cock sliding gently from her spent pussy. I couldn't believe that she would stop since I hadn't come yet. 

Before I knew it, though, Christina's head shot down to my crotch. Her tongue quickly dashed out, coming in contact with my cockhead. Electric shocks shot through my body as her sweet, puffy lips wrapped gently around my cock. I couldn't help myself. This wasn't passionate, this was true fucking, directly from the depths of my animal instincts. I placed my hand on the back of her head, taking a handful of her blonde hair. I thrust my hips forward, fucking her mouth hard. At first, she gagged, but then, she began to take my cock deep into her throat like the most professional Hollywood prostitutes. My cock began to fill, again, with my hot cum.

"Oh Goddd." I moaned. "I'm gonna cummmm."

"Mmmmm." She moaned back, pushing me over the edge. My cock erupted into her throat like Mt. St. Helens, my hot cum shooting deep into her stomach. She gulped it all down as if it were a fine wine. She moaned as my cock pumped ounce after ounce of my juices into her mouth. I thought that it would never end. All of the muscles in my body tightened. The experience was mind boggling. All of the breath in my body was totally gone when I stopped cumming. I struggled somewhat to fill my lungs again with air. 

When I was done, and Christina Aguilera had swallowed all of my cum, she stood and kissed me deeply. "Thank you." She said as we broke the kiss. She then proceeded to walk away from me, back to her room. Her tight little ass wagged from side to side, causing me to lick my lips. When she reached her door, she turned her head back to me and smiled, noticing that I couldn't keep my eyes off of her young body. 

When she was back in her room, I looked back at the TV. The erotic movie was over, the credits were now running. My body was soaked in sweat and the pussy juices of two of the hottest teenage starlets in the world. For a long moment, I just sat there, looking down at my limp, lifeless cock. I couldn't help but wonder, 'What the hell just happened?'

After little deliberation, I stood, my muscles still somewhat sore from the two most powerful orgasms of my life, and I hobbled off to the bathroom for a hot shower. That was exactly what I needed. Although I had just had one of the most erotic sequences of my life, but it felt somewhat taboo, almost illegal, and very, very dirty...

To Be Continued...



The Tour Ch. 3



Needless to say, the rest of the plane ride was quiet. The girls had all gone to bed, and I had washed myself of the rotten feeling which had followed so closely with undeniable ecstasy. I had never had a night of passion even closely related to that night. I had never even had dreams that were that surreal and fantastic. As my alarm clock rang out, spelling the time of 8:00 am, I slowly rolled out of my bed. I stood there, in the nude, in front of the mirror behind the door of my room. I carefully gazed at my body. After last night, I was a lean mean, fucking machine. Well, technically. 

But, another day lay ahead and possibly more fun. I continued to get dressed, putting on my khaki pants and a polo shirt as I felt the plane touch down in Paris. "Paris." I thought to myself, "The City of Love." It was an intriguing notion, and somewhat ironic, but I had pretty much had about as much love as I could take for one 24 hour span. The events of the previous night made me glad that I was only 24, and that I still had my sexual stamina. I think that any man over 30 would have most likely been killed by the two young starlets who so desperately threw themselves at my manhood. Oh well, back to work... 

The day in Paris went fine. The girls performed at the International Fashion Awards show in the afternoon. I was left without much to do, for the award show had it's own director. My only responsibility for the day was to be back at the airport by the time the plane left, or by morning, three of the horniest, most beautiful girls in the world, would be on their way back to the states without me. I wasn't planning on letting that happen. Around 8:30, the afterparties began, following the award show. I had retrieved my most ravishing tux from the plane, and I decided to go to the biggest afterparty in Paris. I arrived to see that everyone was there. The top designer's from all over the world were present, many of them getting drunk off of their loses, and some already high off of their winning. 

I noticed quickly that Britney and Christina were subtly following Tommy Hilfigher around like hungry dogs. Jessica was no where in sight. This lead me to assume that she had possibly gone to the ladies room to put make-up on her already perfect face. All things aside, I found a quiet spot at the end of the bar, far from the tables where models and designers drank the finest champagne and ate the finest delicacies that France had to offer. "So," I thought to myself, "This is where all the money goes. This is why a pair of designer socks costs $25." It made me sick enough not to eat any of the appetizers, so I just drank, and drank. 

Along with the fine wine which the bartender had recommended to me, I drank in the beauty and lusciousness of the crowd of Supermodels which had begun to congregate at the back of the large hall. They were all stunning, in their sheik, individual ways. I began to pick out the ones that I recognized, and the ones which I can remember masturbating to as they posed in bras and panties in the Victoria's Secret Catalogues. I took another sip of my wine. I glanced at my watch. 8:51. I had only been there for twenty minutes. The plane was scheduled to leave around 4:00 am. That gave me a hell of a lot of time. I weighed my options. I could get drunk and find a good French whore and fuck her brains out; I could get drunk, go back to the plane, and pass out; Or, I could stay, and hope to get lucky with a Supermodel. 

I decided to stay a while and get drunk. I sat there for what seemed like ages, watching beautiful women swarm to the bar, then back to their tables, and their old, rich husbands, whom they only married because of their wealth. At this point, I wasn't paying any attention to what was going on around me, and I didn't even notice the two supermodel's who had now occupied the previously empty seats to my left. I didn't notice them, until one of them said anything.

"Excuse me." Her voice was of the most gorgeous sounds which could ever be heard by human ears. "Have we met before?" She had a slight French accent, but her English was easily distinguishable.

I turned my gaze to her, and I knew who it was, right away. Laetitia Casta. I melted. Of all of the models in the world who would be talking to me, it had to be the most devine of them all. I slowly began to run my eyes down her body. Her black dress hugged her vivacious curves. Her breasts were large, and well formed, smooth and round, and they appeared to be firmer than any I had ever seen in my life. She had soft, lightly tanned skin, and long, slender legs which ended at the single most beautiful ass on the face of the earth.

She may have noticed my staring. "Um, excuse me."

I blushed, and smiled. "Uh... oh... I'm sorry."

"I guess we haven't met before." She continued.

"Oh, no we haven't." I replied, holding my hand out to her. She placed her hand in mine, and I kissed the back of it softly. "My name is Josh Thomas. I am a Tour director with Ms. Spears and Ms. Aguilera."

"Ah." She said, looking over to the gorgeous figure sitting next to her. I recognized the other woman immediately as well. Frederique Van Der Wal. She was equally as gorgeous as Laetitia. Her breasts were a little smaller, and her skin a little fairer. Her hair was blonde and her whole body seemed to be as firm as can be, especially her cute little ass.

Laetitia began to speak again. "I am..."

"Laetitia Casta." I interrupted politely. "And you are Frederique Van Der Wal." I said kissing Frederique's hand lightly. "Such beauty is unmistakable." Somewhat humbly, they both blushed.

They may have been somewhat surprised that I knew exactly who they were, but to me, they were a very vivid fantasy which I had relived every night of my post-pubescent life. Only in dreams had such beauty existed.

Laetitia's blushing lasted for only a moment before she got straight to the point. "We were having a private party at our hotel room." She stressed the word "private"; very intriguing. "And we were wondering if you would care to join us."

"Hell no," I thought to myself, "A private party with two gorgeous supermodels." The offer was beyond all fantasy and belief. "I wouldn't miss it for the world." I responded. 

Within moments, we had arrived at one of the classier hotels in Paris. On the way, we had spoken briefly about our current projects. I had told them all about the tour and about how we had gotten off to a good start. They told me about how they would be in Cleveland, Ohio about the same time as the tour, and that we would have to meet up. I had no problems with that. Frederique was a woman of incredible beauty and few words. She had a little hint of a Dutch accent, but, as with Laetitia, her English was very distinguishable.

We entered Laetitia's room, and I almost hit the floor. The room was absolutely presidential. A large bed sat off to the far corner, and the rest of the room was filled with innumerable amenities, including a hot tub. Laetitia laid down on her bed, exhausted. Frederique went to the mini-bar to fix three drinks.

"Oh my god." Laetitia exclaimed, "What a day."

"I know." Frederique concurred. "I just need to relax for the night. Take my mind off of things." I found myself sitting casually in a large leather chair, gracefully accepting the drink from Frederique. 

We sat for what felt like only a few moments, drinking, engaging in small talk. Needless to say, it was almost beginning to get boring.

Laetitia, being young and very knowledgeable, noticed the blandness of her little party, and decided to make things a little interesting. "Why don't we take a dip in the hot tub."

"That sounds like a great idea." Frederique agreed. At once, almost in a flash of bright light, the two supermodels shed their evening wear, and stood before me, in only their patent Victoria's Secret underwear. I froze like a icicle. My cock was instantly as hard as it had ever been in my entire life.

Laetitia gave me a long look. "Well, are you going to join us? Or are you just going to watch us have all of the fun?" I couldn't move. I just swallowed hard. Laetitia's eyes began to roam over my body. The large bulge in my pants gave away the reason why I hadn't said a word, or even moved a muscle. She smiled devilishly. "Is it hot in here?" A bomb seemed to go off in my mind. That was the old phrase, that women and men throughout the ages used, to say 'let's get naked'. I couldn't believe it, and I knew what was to come next. Laetitia slowly, oh so seductively removed her bra, exposing her nearly perfect breasts. Next came her thong panties, which hadn't really covered much in the first place, except her bald little pussy. It was shaven clean, so young and innocent looking. This, to me, was beyond any fantasy, beyond any wet dream. I was in heaven.

Frederique was not hesitant, removing her own bra and panties, exposing her own, firm, heavenly figure. I almost came right there, but I was lucky that I didn't, because the best was yet to come. Laetitia slowly, almost methodically, moved so that she was behind Frederique. Then, to my surprise, her hands slowly began to wrap around Frederique's body, caressing her hips, and her firm stomach.

"Why don't you just sit there and watch for now?" Laetitia instructed. I was more than happy to oblige as Laetitia's hands began to gently massage Frederique's sweet breasts, tweaking her nipples gently. A fairly loud moan escaped from Frederique's sweet young lips. 

Turning her head, Frederique kissed Laetitia full on the lips. They kissed deeply and passionately, their tongues dancing together in the forbidden dance of love that was shared between two women. Laetitia's hands continued to work wonders on Frederique's nipples as they continued their attempt to suck eachother's internal organs out.

After moments of this passionate embrace, Frederique turned, and backed up toward the large bed in the corner of the room. The bed was directly in front of me, so I got a perfect view of Laetitia's firm, round little ass as she followed Frederique to the bed. Frederique flopped down onto the bed, spread her legs wide open, giving access of her pussy to the world. Laetitia wasted no time as she got down on her knees, and began to gently place kisses on Frederique's inner thighs. Her little ass wagged back and forth like a dog's tail. Her young pussy looked delectable from behind. My cock forced the notion into my head that this was enough. I had to either remove my cock from my pants, or it would remove itself. 

I slowly stood, dropping my jacket to the floor. Frederique let out a loud moan as Laetitia's tongue came into direct contact with her rock hard clit. She watched me as I removed my shirt and tie. I stood there for a moment to let Frederique gaze at my well-toned abdomen and chest. She nodded her head, prompting me to continue undressing. I could do nothing but oblige. I kicked my shoes off to the side, then, I dropped my pants and boxers to the floor with one quick move. 

Frederique gasped loudly, her breath now very short. Whether it was from Laetitia's fine pussy-eating skills, or from the sight of my enormous erection, I do not know. I slowly placed my hand on my sensitive cock and began to stroke it slowly. Frederique, panting hard, raised her hand to me, motioning for me to join the action. I knew then that I would get what I had always wanted. A piece of the supremely devine goddess of beauty, Laetitia Casta. It was one thing to dream about it, but a whole different thing to actually be only steps from doing it. My hands were almost shaking uncontrollably as I reached the two supermodels.

I gently placed my free hand on Laetitia's firm, young ass, causing her to look up from Frederique's pussy. She smiled at me when she saw my cock, only inches from her pussy. Her face was covered in Frederique's sweet nectar. I stopped stroking my cock, and instead, guided it toward Laetitia's awaiting pussy. Sparks flew as my cockhead came into contact with her pussy lips. She was soaking wet. I slowly began to massage her ass as I pushed my cock slowly into her young cunt. She moaned loudly as my cock penetrated her youth, until it was abruptly stopped by her hymen. This was unexpected. Here I was, in Paris, the city of Love, about to break the barrier of womanhood of the most devine creature on the face of the earth. I almost had a heart-attack and died, but I didn't for fear that I would miss something.

With one powerful thrust, I broke Laetitia Casta into the world of virginity-less sexuality. She screamed loudly, though she never gave up on Frederique's hot cunt. I paused for only a moment to let the pain subside and the pleasure return. Virginal blood ran down Laetitia's gorgeous legs. I began again to thrust my cock into her. She was incredibly tight. Tighter than any other virgin fuck I had ever been a part of. 

With every powerful thrust of my meat, Laetitia gave out a loud moan, which was muffled by the sounds of her tongue teasing Frederique's hot cunt. I continued to pump, harder and harder. With every stroke, my cock went deeper and deeper until I had nearly bottomed out on this young virgin. She began to thrust her hips backwards, meeting my thrusts with equal power. As a threesome, we slipped into an unbreakable rhythm. Frederique was in such insurmountable pleasure that she could hardly fill her lungs with air. Her chest heaved, and her moans could be heard as far away as Belgium. Our eyes met as I continued to pump my cock deep into Laetitia's young cunt. Frederique gazed at me with pure lust in her eyes. Her gaze told me that she was about to cum. 

She arched her back, screaming aloud. I felt Laetitia's cunt begin to convulse, then a huge rush of orgasm swept over her body. I couldn't hold it in any longer. My muscles tightened, my balls boiled at the temperature of the sun, my cock filled with cum... Laetitia screamed out as a second, more powerful orgasm engulfed her body. That was too much. My cock exploded with the power of the heavens. My cum filled Laetitia's young cunt as I was blasted into orbit. Everything around me turned to gold, and my muscles became so tight that it almost hurt, but if there was any pain, I wouldn't feel it, because I was shot into a state of pure, unexplainable ecstasy. Just milliseconds after my orgasm peeked the highest peek in the recorded history of man, I blacked out...

When I awoke, only a moment or two had gone by. I was still atop Laetitia, and I could easily see that she too, had passed out. Only, by now, she had fallen into a deep sleep. I slowly backed up, removing my semi-limp cock from her spent loins. I gently picked her up, sweat dripping from my body, and set her down at the top of the bed so that she was laying comfortably on her back. From behind me, I could hear Frederique giggle lightly. I turned, and our eyes met. Her eyed had the same look of intense lust which I had seen only moments prior.

"I guess you were too much for her." Frederique teased. 

I smiled seductively at her. "What about you?" I placed my hand back down on my cock. It was coming right back to life as I gazed at Frederique's firm body. Her face went from sweet, to determined and seductive. A look of pure lust and passion drew me to her. She was still at the edge of the bed, her legs spread wide, her pussy open to the world.

My cock was at it's full hardness by the time I reached her. She gasped as I guided it to her awaiting womanhood. I discovered that she was even wetter than Laetitia had been as I pressed my cockhead between her sweet pussy lips. She moaned as loudly as ever as my cock entered her experienced vagina. Our lips locked together in a passionate, deep, lustful kiss as I thrust my cock deep into her tunnel of love. Her moans were muffled as we continued to attempt to place our tongues in eachother's throats. I began to gently massage her breasts as she fell back on the bed. I began to thrust harder, pumping down on her sweet little body. I began to pick up speed, and soon, I was fucking her purely out of my animal instinct. 

I fucked her little cunt harder than I had ever fucked anything in my whole life. Her hips bucked wildly, our pelvises crashing together with each passionate thrust. Our lips, parted, and I extended my tongue to her right nipple. Her nipples jutted out at least a few centimeters. I took one of them in my mouth and sucked hard as I kept pumping my cock harder and harder into her. Her loud, uncontrollable moans told me that she was going to erupt like Mt. St. Helens any moment. This only forced me to speed up. I was now fucking her at full speed. It was primitive, instinctual fucking, which could only lead to one thing....

"Ohhhh, Ohhhhhh, Ohhhhh, Ohhhhhhh Goooodddddddddddddddd!!!!!!" Frederique erupted in not one, but two powerful orgasms. Her body shook rapidly as waves of pleasure ripped through her inner loins. It was hard to continue fucking at such a fast pace due to the river of juices which flowed out of her pussy. Her back arched, her whole body was stiff. Her eyes had seemed to roll back into the back of her head. Her screams continued, setting off my own orgasm.

"Ohhh Goddamn." I moaned as my seed exploded into her awaiting pussy. The second orgasm wasn't as powerful as the first, but it was comparable. Frederique's orgasm continued for what seemed to be hours. I continued to fuck her even though my cock had gone semi-limp inside her hot cunt.

When her third, and final orgasm subsided, Frederique's body went limp in my arms. She had passed on to the fantasy world of dreams. I too, could hardly stay awake as I pulled my limp cock from her spent pussy. 

I couldn't go to sleep though, glancing at the clock. It was nearly 4 am, and I had to return to the plane, and my three little slut starlets. It took all of the strength in my body to bring myself to the realization that I had to leave these two young models in their sleep after they had blessed me with the most pleasurably and erotic night of my young life. I had to leave, and besides, in only two weeks, the tour would roll into Cleveland, and I would meet up with these two fine young models for another night of hot, indescribable passion.

I gently laid Frederique at the top of the bed, right next to where Laetitia slept. As I put my clothes back on, I couldn't help but stare at them as they lay there. They were more than beautiful, they were devine. And, at that moment, I knew that it would take a hell of a lot for Britney, Jessica, and Christina to amount to what Laetitia and Frederique were. But, I had faith in the three young starlets. 

With that thought, I exited the hotel, and caught the limo which had brought us to the hotel only hours ago.

"The Airport." I ordered the driver with a sigh.

"Did you have a nice time at Ms. Casta's party, sir?" The driver questioned in a thick French accent.

"It was lovely." I replied as the limo sped off toward the airport....

To Be Continued...



The Tour Ch. 6



The flight to Chicago was turbulent. A bad storm was raging throughout the Midwest. I was glad to have gotten out of Cleveland and into Chicago before the worst of the storm came. 

I stood there in the pouring rain as the limo pulled up for my two starlet lovers. Christina and Britney were going straight to the hotel. Unfortunately, I would not be accompanying them. I was forced by my occupation to sit in the airport for two hours and wait for Mandy Moore’s flight to come in from New York. I sat there patiently awaiting the little brat. 

Though I had never met Mandy Moore, I had always thought of her as a child. Whether it had been her music, or the things she said, or the way she dressed. She did not seem to me to be a sensual woman like Christina or Britney. But hey, I was a professional, I would never have thought, even with what had happened with the other two, that my relationship with Mandy would be anything but businesslike.

Her plane arrived an hour late. I was not surprised. As the plane pulled up to the terminal, I called the limo back to the airport. I also called to check in on Britney and Christina. They were relaxing in each other’s arms at the hotel and they awaited my arrival. I was quick to reply that it may be a while. The airport was cold, and I was standing at the opening of the terminal. I was tired and drawn out, ready to get some sleep.

When I saw her, I was immediately astounded. The first thing I noticed was her long blonde hair, tied back into a pony-tail. She was without make-up, yet so naturally beautiful that it was as if she needed no make-up. I surveyed her wonderful young body, from her luscious long legs, to her flat stomach, to her pert young breasts. Her nipples were hard and clearly visible through her canary yellow tank-top due to the low temperature of the airport. My first thoughts were of how wonderful it would be to put my head between those slim legs and run my tongue along the lips of her young twat. 

My fantasies stop short as in reality, she spoke. “Hi there. Are you Josh?” She tried to sound perky, but I could sense that she was exhausted. Her smile was less than half-hearted.

“Why, yes, I am.” I replied. “And you must be Mandy.” I extended my hand, and we shook. 

She wasted no time walking to the baggage desk and picking up her things. She had only brought a few small bags. For a teen starlet, this was surprising. I had expected nothing less than a truck full of clothes. Britney and Christina had wasted no space on our own private jet. 

As we stepped out into the rain, I loaded Mandy’s bags into the trunk of the limo. I checked my watch; it was nearly four in the morning. I followed Mandy into the limo and sat across from her. I found her spread along the back seat. I poured myself a drink.

“Would you like a drink?” I asked. “It’s about a twenty-five minute ride to the hotel.”

She gave me a slight smile. “Don’t you think it’s a little early in the morning to have a drink?”

“I don’t think that it should be limited to a certain time of day.” I replied. In my own mind, I agreed with her.

“I think we should get some coffee instead.” She insisted.

I had no time to argue between my glances at her gorgeous long legs and her pert young breasts. I turned to the driver and ordered that he stop somewhere where myself and Ms. Moore could get some coffee.

About ten minutes later, we arrived at a small upscale coffee shop outside of the city. The driver caught up on his sleep as Mandy and I went in for a while. We sat there, drinking very good coffee, for the better part of an hour. We talked about life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, to sum it up. I caught her giving me some teasing glances, and I returned those glances in full. She was a beautiful girl. I could not help but want to make passionate love to her right there in the midst of the empty coffee shop. She seemed very receptive to my flirtatious behavior. 

At the end of the night, we took the limo back to the hotel, and we said our goodnights in a very businesslike way. I was heavily disappointed. I had blown my chance with her. I headed to bed trying to forget about Mandy and focus in on the concert that night.

The concert in Chicago went very well. Britney, Christina, and Mandy teased the men in the arena with their tight clothing and sexy dancing. Needless to say, I wasn’t paying that much attention to them. It was becoming old news to me. 

That night, I lay in bed with Britney, who, in noticing that I was somewhat down and out of it, aided in “lifting my spirits” among other things. As we lay there, I revisited my night with Mandy and told her of how disappointed it made me not to be able to seduce her.

“Have you ever thought that maybe she doesn’t like men?” Britney asked with a smile. 

“Not really.” I answered, puzzled. “Why?”

“Well,” Britney began then paused, she looked down as she ran her fingertips along her naked breast. “You weren’t the only one trying to seduce her.”

Now I was completely lost. “Say that again...”

“Well, you know how I let her use my dressing room yesterday...” She explained.

“Yes.” Myself and my cock began to take interest in her story.

“Well, I was coming back from rehearsal,” Britney’s hand began to gently massage her breast. “And when I went into the room, I found Mandy there, on the couch, in her sweat pants and tank top. She had her eyes closed,” Britney’s breathing began to pick up. “And her hand down her pants. She was gently pushing one finger in and out of her pussy. I couldn’t help but stand there and watch her pleasure herself. I began to run my hand down into my pants. God, Josh, I was so wet.” Britney closed her eyes as her left hand slipped beneath her legs. “I began to finger my own clit as I watched Mandy moan and writhe as she fucked herself on my couch. I was so hot that I had started moaning without even paying attention.” My cock was rock hard, awaiting Britney’s every word. “Then she opened her eyes and looked at me. There we were, masturbating together. All she had to do was smile, and I knew she wanted it. I started to go to her, and she stood, pushing her pants and panties to the floor. I felt so hot as I walked towards her, pulling my clothes from my body. I swear, when she took off her shirt, I almost creamed myself. Her tits are perfect. Nice, and round, soft, yet firm.”

“Just like yours.” I butted in.

Britney just smiled, and reaching down with her right hand, she began to stroke my throbbing member. She went on: “When I got to her, I pushed her back onto the couch, pushed her knees apart, and began to kiss her thighs. I could smell her sweet pussy as I kissed closer and closer to it. Then, finally I reached her pussy. My mouth was dripping. I ran my tongue from the bottom of her pussy, near her asshole, all the way to her clit. She moaned really loud when I sucked her clit into my mouth. She was wet as hell.” Britney was now panting, as she stroked my cock harder and harder, revisiting her encounter with Mandy Moore. “Her pussy tasted so good. While I was eating her out, I was fingering myself hard.” She was also fingering herself hard while telling the story.

“She was moaning louder and louder as I licked her clit and drove my tongue into her cunt. She was so tight. Her little pussy was just flowing with her sweet juices. Her moans just kept getting... louder and louder... as I licked her.... and then... oh god... then...”

Britney’s body shook as she arched her back, letting out an ear-splitting scream as she orgasmed hard. “OHhhhhhhhhh Goddddd....” I couldn’t hold back as I thought of Britney, eating Mandy’s pussy. I shot my load straight into the air. It landed on Britney’s stomach as she continued to writhe around in orgasm. I closed my eyes as the waves of orgasm ripped through both Britney and I. We came together, loudly. My world was spinning as my orgasm slowly came to a halt.

When she had calmed down a little, Britney turned to me, still breathing very hard. “And when she came.... She screamed your name, Josh.”



The Tour Ch. 7



Wasted, tired, spent; those words explained the way that I felt as I stumbled back into my apartment. I was home. The Starlets Tour was two days away from being over and done with. As much as didn't want it to end, as much as I didn't want to end the relationships that I had acquired with Britney and Christina, I felt that it was finally time for me to move on. Mandy Moore, being added after our stop in Cleveland, had been wonderful for the show. Her youth and strong vocals lit up the stage, keeping the young fans more than occupied in between Christina and Britney. From what I had heard, that had not been the only time she was between the two other beauties. I had been reluctant to make my move on her. 

Christina had also faded off in the distance from me. In Denver she met a cute ski instructor who showed her the moves. As well, Mandy kept her distance, paying more close attention to the younger guys. With those two, I felt that I had lost my appeal as a sexual partner. I paid it no mind. I continued to see Britney almost every night as the tour progressed through Denver, Dallas, Las Vegas, and Phoenix. I had enjoyed her ripe, young breasts, and her wonderfully toned body. I found that no matter how many times we made love, I could never grow tired of the tightness and warmth of her beautiful starlet pussy.

We returned to Los Angeles a day ahead of schedule. I had attended a meeting with Bob Mason and other corporate executives no more than an hour that I had stepped off the plane. The meeting was mainly to congratulate me on such a wonderful tour. We had succeeded in every aspect of running a tour. We had brought in more money than any other previous Jive tour, and we had destroyed the ticket sales of the Backstreet Boys' tour. I felt content with my work and humbly accepted their offer of a two week paid vacation. Little did those suits know that the tour had been more to me than just a great business opportunity, it had been a sexual revolution.

*****

That night, I left my apartment in Hollywood Hills four hours before the concert so that I would be there early enough to make sure that everything went smoothly. Just as with every other show during the course of the tour, the staff did their work quickly and precisely. The girls went on stage, and performed a wonderful show for almost 75,000 people packed into the Forum. They wore their tightest fitting sexy outfits, and belted out their most loved songs. As I sat in the sound booth across from the stage, I felt a sort of sadness that I would never again know the comforts of these girls' arms. Although it felt bad to leave them, it had been one hell of a run.

After the show, I made my way down to the backstage area, where I was met by a smiling Bob Mason.

"Josh, my boy," he renounced proudly. "A wonderful production. I knew you could pull it off."

"Thank you, Bob." I thanked him politely. "The girls were great tonight. If you'll excuse me, I have to go congratulate them before they run off to their various after-parties."

"Alright Josh," Bob replied. "Give me a call tomorrow afternoon; I have something to talk to you about before you go on vacation."

"Okay Bob, I'll talk to you tomorrow."

I made my way through the backstage area towards the dressing rooms. I stopped in the first room which had been used by Mandy, and she was no where to be found. The second room, which was Christina's, was full of the same thing, nothing. I was disappointed that I had missed the two of them; I had at least wanted to say goodbye. 

I made my way around the corner and down the next hallway, heading towards Britney's room. My only hope was that she had not left already. I went to the door and knocked lightly.

"Who is it?" Britney's sweet voice came from inside. I felt better, knowing that she had not left.

"It's me," I replied.

"Come in," she trailed off a little bit.

Nothing could have prepared me for what lay behind that door. As I opened it, I saw that she was alone. To my surprise, she was not getting ready to go out. She was dressed in her blue lace night gown. 

She turned to me, her eyes burning with lust. "I've been waiting for you. What took you so long?" Her voice was deep with a sense of primal lust.

"I got.. um.. stopped." I stammered. "Oh, it doesn't matter; I'm here for you now." I locked the door behind me and made my way to her. 

When I reached her, Britney placed her soft hand on the back of my neck and pulled me to her, kissing me with more passion than the world had ever known. I let my hands move over her back and down to caress her smooth, round ass as we continued our passionate embrace. Her mouth burned with lust and her body felt wonderfully warm against mine. To my dismay, she pulled away, directing me to the leather couch in the corner of the room. I quickly unfastened my belt and khakis and let them fall to the floor. Britney, following closely, helped to remove my boxers and my silk shirt. It felt good, at that moment, to be completely naked with Britney Spears. 

I sat down on the couch as she backed away, slowly beginning to pull away the straps of her nighty. She pulled the soft material down over her firm breasts, allowing them to break free. She stopped as the top of the material came to rest on her flat stomach, placing her hand on her left breast. She held her breast in her hand and turned her nipple upward toward her sweet lips. She gently stuck out her tongue and began to lick her own nipple as she watched my cock grow to its complete length. Letting her breast fall back into place, she smiled in my direction. She slowly resumed the removing of the nighty, pushing the material down past her hips, revealing her cleanly shaved pussy. I felt as if I could cum right then and there. 

What happened then nearly caused me to lose it. From behind Britney's dressing table appeared another figure, it was a very naked Christina Aguilera. My interest had peaked as Christina made her way to Britney. As she reached her fellow goddess of song, she let her hand fall on Britney's breast, gently caressing her tits as their lips met. I wrapped my hand around my cock gently and began to slowly work my cock up and down, taking in the sensual sight which I was now in the process of beholding. Precum ran ramped down all sides of my long, firm cock.

Britney and Christina continued to kiss passionately and fondle each other for about another minute before they abruptly stopped. Britney turned away from me and let out a low whistle as Christina turned to me, winking. If there was anything more surprising in the world than the next occurrence then I was convinced that I would never find it. From behind the dressing table appeared the angelic nude figure of Mandy Moore. Her long blonde hair trailed in curls down her slender back and over her smooth shoulders, ending inches short of her beautiful firm breasts. Her nipples, already very firm, were the size of a nickel, quite small really, but my mouth watered nonetheless. My eyes burned a lusty trail from her wonderful breasts; down her firm six pack stomach, finally stopping at her young pussy. Her pussy was topped with a small strip of blonde hair leading down to her noticeably engorged clit. I could do nothing but stare at her beauty. My hand gently massaging my cock, I kept looking her up and down.

"Hello Josh," she said sweetly as I noticed her hand moving down over her stomach, softly caressing her clit. I noticed her shaking and I could sense the electricity that ran through her.

I failed to emit any sort of reply. 

"To be honest," she said in a deep, lustful tone. "I have wanted you since that first morning we spent together drinking coffee. I have just been afraid to make my move all this time." She inserted one finger into her sweet little pussy as she took small steps towards me. Meanwhile, Christina stood behind Britney, her fingers buried in Britney's pussy, as they both watched Mandy. "But thanks to my friends," she placed a finger on Britney's breast and ran it the length of her chest, causing her to moan. "I have found the strength to tell you what I want."

I stopped stroking my cock as she leaned in towards me. I could feel her heat radiating off of her body and I could smell her sweet perfume mixed with the sensuous scent of her pussy. She leaned in to my side, whispering what she wanted into my ear. "I want you to take my virginity." I almost died, right there. Here I was, having made sweet love to more than my share of gorgeous women over the past few months, and here was the most beautiful young starlet asking me to take her sacred bond of sexuality. I could do nothing more than comply.

I gently wrapped my hand around the side of her head and pulled her lips to mine. She tasted sweeter than heaven itself. I felt the instant passion between us as if it had been there for years. Her lips were soft and her tongue was expert as it battled with mine in the ultimate battle of sexual passion. I let my hands fall to her firm breasts. I felt her moan as I pulled gently on her hard nipples. After giving her breasts enough attention, I let my hand trail down her firm stomach to her sweet pussy. I let my fingers run through her closely cropped blonde bush leading the way to her now well engorged clit. She moaned out loud at the initial contact of my finger with her clit. She pulled away from our embrace and stared me deep in the eyes.

"Take me now," she ordered. "I need you now."

I was up to the task as Britney and Christina had now moved to either side of us. I felt Mandy move her pussy above me as Britney's hand positioned my cock for entry into Mandy's tunnel of love. I felt the incredible warmth of a nubile teen pussy as Mandy began to lower herself down onto my thick cock. She gasped as my cock came to rest on her last remaining sign of youth, her cherry. Our eyes connected as she continued moving down on my cock, pushing through her teenage years and into womanhood. The pain and bleeding was forgotten before anyone noticed that it was there, and Mandy Moore and I felt only pure, sensual pleasure. She paused as my cock filled her tight hole. Her cunt felt wonderful, holding my cock tight within its warmth. Our eyes never strayed from each other as she began to slowly ride me, up and down. It was not long before I could feel her pussy pulsating around my cock, and her moans became louder and louder. 

"Oh god," she moaned. "Oh god. Ohhhhhh Godddd!" She exploded as Britney reached in to rub her clit. I placed my mouth over hers as she screamed, cumming hard all over my cock. I could feel her pulsating and convulsing all over my eight inches.

As she came down from her high, Mandy slowly began to pick up pace, riding my cock. I carefully instructed her to switch positions. Now that she was broken in, I was going to give her a fucking that she would not forget. I turned her up onto her hands and knees and knelt behind her. I began to fuck her a little more fiercely now. As I continued to pound Mandy from behind, Christina moved behind me. I lost site of her for a moment, until I felt her warm tongue on my ass. She ran her tongue along the crack of my ass and then down to my asshole. Her tongue worked my asshole like a pro as I watched Britney move to the end of the couch, facing Mandy. She sat on the couch and placed her hand on the back of Ms. Moore's head, pulling Mandy's face down to her dripping pussy. I could see the pleasure in Britney's eyes as we came to a glance with each other. Mandy sure did a quick job on Britney, as I could see an orgasm coming in Britney's eyes. Between Mandy's wonderful pussy and Christina's warm tongue, I could feel the seed rise from my balls into my shaft. 

"Ohh." I moaned as tried to hold back. It was futile. I reached back and began to rub Christina's engorged clit as she ate my ass hole. This set her off instantly, screaming loud into my ass as she came. Mandy was next, her pussy exploding again on my cock, causing me to loose it, blowing an incredible load deep into her pussy. By this time, Britney was in the throes of a wonderful orgasm herself, her screams echoed throughout the small room.

I continued to thrust my cock in and out of Mandy's tight cunt until her orgasm subsided and my cock went limp. I fell back onto the leather couch; soon after, Mandy fell back to my right and rested her head against my chest, Christina occupied the other side of me. Britney sat down between my legs and rested her head against my abdomen. Completely spent, we all fell asleep together, Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, Mandy Moore, and me.

*****

The next morning, I awoke to the faint sound of my cell phone, still covered in naked pop singers. I reached for my pants, trying not to wake the sleeping beauties around me. I found my phone and answered it as quietly as possible.

"Josh Thomas." I answered.

"Josh," it was Bob Mason. "Where the fuck have you been? I have been looking all over for you."

"I've been out."

"Damn right you have," He complied. "I called your fucking house, the office, the tour bus, the plane; everywhere."

"Bob, Bob," I stopped him. "Please tell me this has a point; I am a very busy man right now."

"Oh, Josh, don't give me that shit." He became somewhat perturbed. "Listen, like I was telling you last night, I have something for you."

"What is it?"

"We are kicking off this tour in three weeks with Destiny's Child, and I want you on it."

"Bob, slow down. You know I am on vacation."

"Yes, I know that." 

I cut him off. "So call me when I get back. I'll talk to you in two weeks Bob." I snapped the phone shut, hanging up on him. I looked down to see Britney sitting there, looking up at me, smiling. 

This was going to be one hell of a vacation.

THE END