5 comments/ 42485 views/ 17 favorites Headbanging By: Margin Walker I close the door to Carrie's room and step into the hallway of the women's dormitory. I'm not sure what time it is, but I know it's past curfew. I don't see anyone around so I start walking down the hall to the exit. There was a small party in Carrie's room, but it broke up a while ago and I was left with her and my roommate Ben. Ben and Carrie started making out and looked like they were about to screw right in front of me, so I decided it was time to leave. I slide my hand lightly along the wall to keep myself upright as I walk down the hallway. I've had a good bit to drink tonight. We drank shooters of pure grain and Kool-Aid. It's going to be a long walk back to my dorm. As I'm staggering down the hallway I can hear some loud music coming from a room ahead of me. The music is loud and heavy, nothing like what I normally hear in a college dorm. I stop when I get to the room that's playing the loud music. It sounds like a death metal band that I like called Disincarnate. I can't believe somebody is listening to that here. I stand there listening for a while, staring at the door, trying to figure out who might live in that room. Then, the door swings open. "What the fuck do you want?" the girl who opened the door says to me. I stare at her, surprised to see her. I recognize her from around campus. "Nothing. I was just listening to your music," I reply. "If it's too loud for you, that's tough shit, because I ain't turning it down," she says and crosses her arms under her ample breasts. I've seen her around and have wanted to meet her. She's very tall at about 5'10". She has long, badly died blonde hair with black roots and streaks of black showing through. She has several earrings in each ear ranging from her earlobe to the top of her ear. Another ring hangs from her right eyebrow. Her skin is very pale. She's wearing a long black Iron Maiden t-shirt that reaches down to mid-thigh. I glance down at her bare legs. Her legs are long and firm. I look back up to her face. "No, it isn't too loud. I was actually enjoying it," I blurt out, hoping it's not too obvious that I'm checking her out. She stares at me, her eyes closed to slits. "You were?" she asks, and tilts her hips to the side to lean against the doorframe. "Yeah," I reply, starting to feel bold. "I like Disincarnate. Hell, I like any band Murphy has been in." "Me too," she says. "And," I continue, "I like Iron Maiden too." I point to the long shirt she's wearing. "I saw them on the Fear of the Dark tour last year. They were awesome." I start to sway and reach my hand out to the wall to steady myself. "Yeah, I saw that too," she says. "That's where I got this shirt." She motions to her shirt. I notice her large breasts pushing through the shirt. She bends her right leg, crossing the foot over her left foot and the shirt rises slightly. Her thighs are firm and round, the skin smooth and pale white. I can feel my cock getting hard in my pants. "Well," she says suspiciously, "It's past curfew. You sneaking out of some girl's room?" I notice the stud pierced through her tongue. "Kind of. There was a small party down in Carrie's room, but I think her and my roommate needed some time alone," I say to her, letting her know that I'm unattached and interested. I reach my hand out to her. "I'm Mike." She grabs my hand and pumps it once. "Michelle," she says, and releases my hand. Her eyes look at my face then drop slowly down my body and then back up to my face. Was she checking me out? "You know, Disincarnate is coming to town next weekend. I was thinking about going, but can't find anyone to go with. I didn't think there were any metal fans at this college. Are you interested?" I'm surprised at first. I've never had a girl ask me out before. "Sure," I stammer, trying to not sound too anxious. "Yeah, that'd be great." "Good," she says, "It's Friday night at 8:00, pick me up at about 7:30, okay?" "Okay," I stutter, still a little shocked. "Alright. Maybe you better go before the R.A. catches you, Mike. See you Friday." She turns to close the door. I look down at her butt curving out from the shirt and the back of her bare legs. She hesitates and looks back at me over her shoulder. I look up quickly. "Yeah, see you then, Michelle," I stutter, hoping she didn't see me ogling her. She gives me a half-smile and closes the door. I turn and stumble down the hallway to the exit. I can't believe a girl asked me out, a girl who is not only hot, but likes metal. All the way back to my dorm, I'm thinking about her and wishing Friday night was here already. When I get to my room, I fall onto my bed and pass out immediately. Friday takes a long time to get here. I've seen Michelle a few times around campus, but haven't had a chance to talk to her again. Now that Friday night is here and I'm walking to her room I'm feeling nervous. I'm wondering if she's really interested in me or is just looking for someone to go to the concert with and she just happened to meet me. She may just want a guy to go with because these concerts can get pretty rough. I am a large guy and can handle myself fairly well. I'm 6'3" tall and weigh just over 200 pounds. I have what my roommate Ben calls bulk muscle. He has what he calls cut muscle. I say I have real muscles and he has girl muscles. I can lift more than him on anything in the weight room. But girls always seem to go for him before me. Also, my size and my thick, long brown hair probably scare a lot of girls away. I think that girls may be intimidated by me. That's why I'm surprised that Michelle asked me out and that's why I'm guessing she probably just wants me there for protection. My hopes are sinking fast as I approach her door and knock. It's a bit before 7:30, but I like to be early. When she opens the door Slayer's War Ensemble blasts from her room. "Hey Mike, you're early," she says. "Come in and wait. I'm almost ready." I'm completely stunned by her. She's wearing a really short black leather skirt. Black garters are sticking out from the skirt, clasping the black fish net stockings that stretch down her legs and into the black leather boots. The black cutoff shirt with Mercyful Fate scrawled across it stretches tightly across her breasts and reveals her flat stomach with a sun tattoo encircling her pierced belly button. Her hair is teased out and curled. She's wearing dark makeup on her lips and around her eyes. She is holding the door open, waiting for me to enter the room. I step through shyly. She closes the door behind me. "Have a seat. I'm almost ready," she says and motions to a chair at her desk. I turn the chair around to face the room and sit in it. She walks over to the mirror and continues to put on makeup. "Damn, Michelle," I say. "I feel underdressed." I'm just wearing a pair of ripped jeans, an old black Harley shirt, and my black combat boots. She glances over at me. "You look great to me," she says and smiles wickedly. "No, you look great," I say suggestively. I want to stand up, walk over to her, and wrap my hands around her bare abdomen. I keep myself in the seat, knowing she'd hit me if I even tried that. "Thanks," she says. "I don't get out to a good concert much so I like to have a good time when I do." I sit back and admire her as she leans towards the mirror to put on her makeup. Her skirt barely covers her ass and the revealed skin of her thighs looks enticingly smooth and firm. Her bare back is arching slightly making the muscles stretch under the skin. I squirm in the chair trying to find a good way to sit so that my hardening cock is not obvious. I continue tapping my foot as War Ensemble ends and Blood Red begins. "This album is awesome," I say. "Almost as good as Reign In Blood." "It's better," she says and steps back from the mirror. She grabs a long silver necklace with an inverted cross hanging from it and drapes it around her neck. "I'm glad I met you." She pulls her hair out of the necklace. "It's good to find someone who likes real heavy music for a change." She turns around. The inverted cross hangs deliciously between her breasts. She wraps a studded bracelet around her left wrist. "I'm so tired of this alternative bullshit. If I hear Pearl Jam one more time I'm gonna kill someone." "I know what you mean," I say. "My roommate listens to that shit all the time. I play Metallica's Kill 'Em All just to piss him off." "God," she says, "Don't even get me started on those sellouts. That damn Black album sucked. I couldn't believe it when I first heard it." She puts on a small black leather jacket. "I threw away the tape after I heard it the first time. But, I guess everyone needs to make money." "Yeah," I smile at her, barely listening to her because I'm too busy trying to keep my eyes from wandering over her body. "Alright, I'm ready," she says, "Let's go." I stand up and open the door. I hold it open for her to walk through. As she passes me her hand gently slides along my ass. My head turns to her as she walks past me. "Just seeing how tight those jeans are," she says and waits for me to close the door behind us. She locks it and we start walking to my car. "And?" I ask her. "The jeans are pretty tight, but not as tight as the ass underneath them," she answers and her hand reaches out to pinch my ass playfully. "Well, how about yours?" I ask. "What about it?" she asks back. "How tight is it?" "I don't know. You tell me." I look over at her as we walk side by side down the hallway, her eyes challenging me to do it. I reach behind her and lay my hand softly on her butt. I caress her firm, rounded ass through the skirt, my hand sliding down from her lower back down to cup the lower part of her butt. "Feels good to me," I say and remove my hand. "I'm glad you approve," she responds boldly. I open the exit door for her and she walks through the doorway. This time her hand reaches up to slide along my chest as she walks past me slowly. I close the door behind us and then step beside her as we walk into the parking lot. "And?" I ask her. "Nice chest too," she says. "I'm glad you approve," I say back to her. She turns her head to look at me with an impish grin. "And what about my chest?" she says. She stops walking and turns to face me. She's so tall and her boots are so high that I'm almost looking her in the eyes. The cutoff shirt is pulled tightly over her large breasts so that the neck is wide open revealing the top of her chest. "Looks good to me," I say. She frowns at me and places her hands on her hips. "Aren't you going to even touch it?" she asks. I look around and see some people walking to and from the parking lot. "Well?" I shrug and reach a hand up to her chest. I slide my hand from the cool skin at the top of her chest down across her right breast, over to her left breast, brushing her nipples softly, and then along the bottom of each breast. Her eyes close slightly as she watches me. She steps towards me and wraps her arms around my neck. My hand slides around her side to her back under her jacket. She presses her lips to my lips and opens her mouth to kiss me deeply. I kiss her back and my other hand moves around her back. I feel her tongue stud rubbing against my tongue. My hands are lying against her bare lower back. She pushes her body against me, her hands sliding down my back. I feel the swell of her breasts rubbing against my chest. I slide my hands down to her butt and grip it firmly, pulling her hips against me. I can hear footsteps approaching us and see two girls shyly watching us as they enter the dorm. Michelle pulls back from me and her hands glide down my bare arms. "Mmmm, good kisser too," she purrs. She grabs my shirt and pulls me after he as she walks to the parking lot. I'm completely turned on. I've never had a girl be so aggressive. Usually they are very timid around me, waiting for me to make any move. I definitely like the change of pace. I wrap my arm around her waist and lead her to my car. I open the door and watch her skirt slide up her legs as she sits in the seat. "Such a gentleman," she says as I close the door. I get into the driver seat. "Of course, my parents raised me right," I say. "Hopefully, you're not that much of a gentleman," she says, staring at me lustily. I start the car and start driving to the club. As I'm driving Michelle turns in her seat towards me, pulling her left leg under her, to stare at me. "What?" I ask and glance over at her. "Nothing," she says. She reaches her hand out and runs her fingers through my hair that is hanging loosely across my shoulder. "I love your hair. Most girls would kill to have your hair." "Thanks, I guess," I say. Her hand slides out of my hair and down to my shoulder, then down my arm as my hand rests on the gearshift. Her fingers grip my arm firmly as she moves her hand around my bicep and then down my arm. "Your arms are huge," she says. "I workout some," I say, shrugging my shoulders. "I've seen you around campus before. I'm glad we finally met, Mike." "Really," I mutter. I just can't believe any girl had noticed me. I glance at her. In the dark car I can see her skirt is pushed up very high on her thigh with her leg bent under her. "I didn't think any girl at this college would be interested in me." I turn back to the road, trying to not get distracted. "Yeah, well, I'm not like other girls," she says. Her hand moves from my arm to my leg. She grips my thigh through my jeans as I push on the accelerator. "Strong legs too." My cock is pushing hard against my pants as her hand massages my thigh. Taking her cue, I remove my hand from the gearshift and place it on her knee. I glance at her to see if she objects, but her eyes are watching me seductively. Her hand moves higher up my thigh and to my waist. I slide my hand up her leg and along her inner thigh, feeling the stockings give way to the cool, smooth skin high on her thigh. "Your legs are rather impressive too," I say. "Very firm." I squeeze her thigh firmly. Her hand moves across my waist and down to my groin. She pushes down gently, rubbing her palm along my hard, confined cock. "You're pretty firm too," she says. Annoyingly, I have to remove my hand from her thigh to downshift as the traffic slows down when we approach the club. "It's nice to see your entire body is proportionally large," she says as her hand massages my cock harder through the jeans. I twist in the seat, trying to release the growing pressure. I pull into the first parking lot I see close to the club. She continues rubbing me as I pay the attendant five bucks to park. He looks into the car and arches his eyebrows. I shrug and drive into the lot. "I think he's jealous," I say to her. As I pull into the space and turn off the car, Michelle leans across the car and starts kissing my neck, her hand still rubbing my stiff cock. I reach my hand over and place it back on her bent leg and slide it up under her skirt, my fingers gliding along the strap of her garter. "I don't know if I can sit through the concert," she whispers, her lips brushing against my ear. My hand slips up her inner thigh until my fingers touch her thong underwear. I turn my head towards her and we kiss deeply, our tongues touching. She moans softly into my mouth as I rub her pussy through the underwear. I hear a car pull up beside us and people get out of the car. They're yelling and being loud as we rub each other through our clothes. I reach my other hand out to cup her breast. The voices diminish as the people walk towards the club. I wonder if they saw us in here. She pulls her head away from me slightly, her dark green eyes looking into my face. "I think we should go now, or we'll never see this concert." She leans in to kiss me softly. "There will be plenty of time later." She releases her hand from my crotch. I slip my fingers inside her underwear and flick her clit quickly before removing my hand. "That was cruel," she groans and kisses me deeply again. Then, she turns to open her door and gets out of the car. I get out as well and stand up, willing my cock to soften so I can walk normally. As we start walking towards the club Michelle wraps her arm behind me around my waist. I reach my hand around her, under her jacket, and place it against the cool skin of her side. "Having some trouble walking?" she asks me and bumps her hip into me playfully. "Yeah, I'm feeling a little stiff," I quip. She laughs and pats my ass. As we approach the club I notice the usual crowd for metal concerts; skinheads, punks, metalheads, and other assorted headbangers. Some of the girls are dressed as suggestively as Michelle, but none are as hot. I catch a few guys staring at her. They see me and turn their eyes away. I buy our tickets at the booth and we go inside the club. I can hear some band playing really bad, loud music. It must be some shitty local band opening up for them. "Let's go to the bar," I suggest. She nods and we go to the bar to wait for the show to start. I push our way through the crowd at the bar. I order us each a beer and we step to the side to drink them as the opening band finishes their set. "I like to be up front," she says. "So we should go up to the stage before they start playing." "Fine with me," I say. We talk as we drink our beers. She moves closer to me, trying to move away from the crowd. I put my arm around her and pull her to me. Our bodies are pressed together as the crowd pushes around us. She slides a hand up between us, her palm rubbing against my chest and stomach. I tilt my head down to her and smile. She reaches up and kisses me, her tongue probing my mouth. I flick her tongue stud playfully with my tongue. My hands move around to her front and inside of her jacket to lie against the bare skin of her stomach. I pluck her belly button ring lightly. She lifts her left leg up and wraps it around my butt. I grasp her thigh with my hand and hold it against me. She starts to grind her hips into me, moaning erotically against my mouth. I slide my hand along the rough fabric of the stocking to the smooth skin of her thigh and around to grasp her ass, my forearm pressing against her leg. I can hear people standing around us and walking past us as they talk, shout, and yell. I grind my pelvis back into her and slide my hand under her butt, my fingers searching for her pussy. I slip my fingers under her thong and start gently stroking her labia. Then, I hear someone doing a sound check on the stage. She pulls her mouth away from me. She smiles at me, opens her eyes, and then licks my lips. "Let's go. We can get to the front of the stage." I slide a finger inside of her, gently stroking her wet cunt. "If you're ready, then so am I," I say. She grabs my hard cock through my pants. "I know you're ready," she says. She leans in and licks her tongue up my ear quickly before pulling her body away from me. My finger slips out of her as her leg slides down my leg back to the floor. I grab her hand and lead her to the front of the stage. I easily push my way through the small crowd to the stage. I lead her right up to the stage and put her in front of me. The stage rises up to her chest. "This is great," she yells back at me. "I love being right up on the stage to watch them play." Just then the lights in the club go dim and some spotlights shine on the stage. The crowd starts to cheer as the band steps onto the stage. Michelle is yelling in front of me. Some of the crowd starts to push forward, pushing me against her, but I push back enough so that she doesn't get smashed into the stage. The music starts immediately. The band doesn't waste time talking or messing around, they just tear into the first song. The first song is fast and everyone up front is thrashing in place, pushing against each other, as they bang their heads to the frantic beat. The crowd behind me forms into a circulating pit, guys twisting and turning in a large circle, bashing into each other and pumping their fists. The crowd is a good metal crowd, nobody looking for fights or throwing elbows. These are real metal fans who just want to thrash, expend some energy, and have a good time. I look up at the band playing on the stage, rising above the crowd. Headbanging Someone bumps into me and I grab hold of Michelle so that I don't crush her. She's banging her head to the music, her hair flying through the air. Her butt is grinding against my groin as she thrashes to the music. I raise my right fist in the air and pump it at the band, feeling the frenzied music course through my body, the floor vibrating under my feet. Bodies press against me and back away as the crowd throbs in a rhythmic, primal dance. I slide my left hand under Michelle's jacket and grip her bare side, feeling her body jerking against me. Her body presses back against me, her hair whipping across my face. Energy flows along my spine. The hairs on my arms are standing on end and my scalp tingles as the guitarist dashes into the solo, slashing the air with his guitar. Michelle leans back against me and tilts her head back to me. Her hand reaches up and pulls my mouth down to her mouth violently. Her tongue desperately prods my mouth as her body twists under my arm, straining with each note of the guitar. I wrap my right arm around her placing my hand against her firm, bare stomach. Her other hand reaches back to grip my outer thigh. She releases the kiss as the solo ends and the band blasts towards the end of the song. The crowd moves frantically behind me. As the song ends, the band immediately launches into the next song with a heavier, slower beat pounding down on the crowd. Michelle rubs her body against me with the beat, her ass sliding along my hard cock through my jeans. My hands slide up her stomach and massage her breasts through the shirt. Her hand moves from my thigh to my crotch, slipping between our pulsating bodies. I move my right hand down her bare stomach to her hips, feeling the cool leather of her skirt. I pull the short skirt up her leg and dip my hand between her thighs. I rub my hand against her cool, smooth skin and slide my fingers into her underwear. Her hand finds my zipper and pulls it down. I'm momentarily startled as she pulls the zipper down. I glance around us and see everyone is engrossed in the music, slamming their bodies to the beat. I feel her hand searching inside my pants, finding the opening in my underwear and pulling my stiff cock out of my pants. My fingers are moving rhythmically inside of her as she bucks her hips to the plodding beat. She leans her head back against my shoulder again. I drop my head down to kiss her, one hand rubbing her wet pussy, the other massaging her breast. Her hand slides up and down my cock between our pulsing bodies. She breaks the kiss and looks into my face. "Fuck me, Mike. Fuck me now. Fuck me while they play." I can barely hear her over the music, but I know what she said. Her fingers are stroking the head of my cock, fondling the sensitive skin under the head. She leans away from me a bit and presses her butt against me. I move my hips back a bit and then forward, allowing my cock to go between her legs. I can feel the head of my cock with my hand as I caress her pussy, holding her thong to the side. The guitarist slips into the solo. Michelle bobs her head back and forth, losing herself in the music. I use two fingers to hold her open and then guide my cock to the opening with my other fingers. She tilts her body forward, laying her arms on the stage. I look around me quickly and still no one is paying attention to us. People are either hypnotized by the guitarist or thrashing across the floor. I press my hips forward, my fingers directing my cock into her, while I hold her open. The tip presses into her, squeezing between her labia. I bend my knees slightly and direct it up into her. I pull back slightly and push forward a bit harder. I feel my cock head slip into her snugly. The guitarist ends his solo and the band picks up the slow, plodding beat again. She rocks her head with the beat. I slip my cock head out of her slightly and then push into her again. The slick head slides into her easily and her wet pussy grips my shaft firmly. I move my hands to her hips, dragging her skirt up to her waist, so my palms are resting against her bare skin. The band pauses as they finish the song. The crowd roars around us. Michelle yells up at them, urging them on. The drummer pounds out a fast beat on his bass drums, the singer growls into the microphone, and the crowd erupts into relentless mayhem. Michelle starts thrashing her body to the rapid thumping of the drums, moving the tip of my cock inside of her in short, vigorous strokes. I look down between our bodies and lift her skirt higher to see her bare butt with my shaft pointed between her legs. Her pussy rubs against my barely submerged cock, stroking the tip. I drape her skirt back down over her ass and pat it down against her legs, trying to pull it down as far as it will go. I start gyrating behind her, pulling out slightly and pushing back in, slowly sinking into her further. Suddenly, she pushes back against me and my cock penetrates her entirely as her butt smashes against me. She yells at the band as I slide into her deeply. Bodies bump against me as the circling pit dances violently behind me. The music surges through my body as her body twists about my cock, massaging it inside of her, forcefully pumping it into her in short, quick thrusts with each thump of the snare drum punctuated by a deep penetration, my long, hard cock pressing deep inside of her. I lift my fist into the air, slamming it with the music as her butt grinds against my pelvis. I thrust my hips quickly as I bang my head, driving into her. The air feels electric, soaked with raw power pouring over our joined, thrashing bodies. She straightens her body and presses her back against my chest. I move a hand down to her bare stomach, feeling her belly button ring as I slide my hand along the smooth, slick skin. My other hand pulls her skirt up high on her leg and I wrap my fingers around her inner thigh. Her hands move behind me, gripping my hips and butt, pulling me inside of her. The band fires into the next song, a slower, heavier grind. She moves her body against me, rubbing her back against my chest and her butt against my pelvis, as my cock slides in and out of her in slightly longer, slower strokes. She throws her head back over my shoulder and licks my neck quickly, lapping the sweat from my skin into her mouth. I hold her butt against me as I begin moving in long strokes, wanting to feel the entire length of my cock sliding in and out of her. I know that anyone paying attention to us will obviously know what we are doing, but I don't care. Her cunt grips my cock tightly as we move together, lost in the thick, sludgy rhythm. I slide my hand over from her thigh, between her legs, and to her pussy. My fingers rub her clit, flicking up each time I press into her deeply. She lifts one hand from my hips and brings it up to the back of my head to grip my long hair in her fist. She reaches her other hand to the stage to hold herself balanced as I pump in and out of her, rubbing her clit, bringing her to an orgasm. The guitarist moves into a slow solo, bending the notes. She rocks her head from side to side, caught between her pleasure and the twisting solo. I push into her deeply and start grinding into her, fucking her in slow, short, hard thrusts. She curls her hand into my hair and screams loudly as the orgasm overwhelms her. Her cunt grips my cock tightly, pulling me into her. I continue jabbing inside of her, pushing her higher, pulling it out longer. Her hand slips from the stage and grabs my hand between her legs, pressing it against her so that I can't stroke her clit anymore. The band picks up the song after the solo and trudges to the conclusion. I slow my pace but continue pushing into her in slow, deep thrusts, allowing her orgasm to dissipate through her body, spreading to every limb. Her cunt twitches around my cock uncontrollably. She releases my hair and falls forward slightly, her arms dropping to the stage. As the song ends, the band takes a short break to tune the instruments and rest. The crowd cheers them on, pushing them to continue. I stop moving inside of her, leaving my painfully stiff cock inside of her. I twitch it inside of her, squeezing my muscles so she can feel it convulsing inside of her wet cunt. She flexes her cunt muscles so that I feel them shuddering around my cock. The drummer hammers out a loud beat on the bass drum and then speeds up as he strikes the snares. The crowd starts thrashing again, bodies bouncing off of my back as the pit starts churning again. I move my hands to her waist and start moving my cock back and forth inside of her. She bangs her head lethargically with the music, her head hanging low, almost resting on her forearms laying on the stage. As the music speeds up and the singer growls into the microphone she starts moving back against me. I lean my body back from her slightly and look down between our bodies. I look at her long legs with the garter straps trailing down the backs of her thighs to the stockings and her round ass half-covered by the leather skirt as my cock shaft slides between her legs. She grips the stage with her hands and stretches her back out long away from me. I start moving in long, deep strokes, watching my cock emerge from her and then slide back into her. I slide my hands down her outer thighs, feeling the smooth skin under my palms and the rough edge of the stocking against my fingertips. She pounds her body back against me, trying to drive my cock into her deeper and harder. The band slips right into the next song, playing faster and louder. She throws her body back against me and her back smashes against my chest. I move my hands up to her breasts, fondling them through the shirt. She drives her hips up and down, feeling my cock sliding in and out of her wet cunt, bucking to the hectic beat. She drops her head back to my shoulder. Her mouth is open as she moans loudly, but I can barely hear her over the music. She grabs my head again and pulls my mouth to her. She kisses me passionately. I smash my body back against her, plunging into her harder, my cock rubbing inside of her, feeling the urgency to push towards the orgasm. I slide my hands up and down her thrusting body, moving along her leather skirt, up over her slick stomach and along her tight shirt enclosing her large breasts. I push faster, trying to pull my hips back further to feel my cock sliding inside of her, the head plunging deeper, the music throbbing in my head, her body tight beneath my hands, pushing up and into her, sliding inside of her wet cunt, her lower back arched away from me, pulling me into her deeper, urging me to go faster, her cunt gripping my cock tightly, moaning in my mouth, her hand twisting in my hair, slamming into her, moaning into her mouth, her body jerking against me each time I thrust into her, faster, deeper, straining to be completely inside of her, pushing, plunging deep, and exploding into her as she slams her body down onto me. She squeals into my mouth as another orgasm bursts inside of her. The cum blasts from my cock as I plunge into her deeply, shoving myself far into her. Her body is stiff in my arms as the orgasm courses through her. I grind into her, still pushing into her, the cum spurting from me. She is completely still as I continue moving in and out of her in slower strokes, feeling each drop of semen squirt from me. She relaxes against me as her orgasm slowly subsides, her cunt twitching uncontrollably around my spouting cock. We both fall forward slightly and her hands reach out to grab the stage. I grind into her sluggishly as the last of the semen seeps into her. The band draws out the song, winding the crowd into a last frenzy before wrapping the song to a conclusion and the stage goes dark. The crowd erupts in cheers and yells. I stand back from Michelle and feel my dwindling cock slip from her soaked pussy. She stands upright and turns around to face me. The lights on the stage come back on as the band takes a final bow amid loud cheers from the crowd. She wraps her arms around my neck and looks up at me. I put my arms around her back as we kiss. She steps back and smiles at me. I reach down, put my cock in my pants, and zip up my pants as she pulls her skirt back down. The lights in the club come on when the band leaves the stage. We walk out of the club and back to my car with our arms around each other's waist. "That was a hell of a concert," she says, her hip pressed against me as we walk through the parking lot. "Yeah, the best I've ever been to," I say. "Was the band any good?" She bumps against me playfully and then says, "What band?" We both laugh. I open the passenger door to let her in the car and then get in to the driver seat. She turns to me as I put the key into the ignition. "You know, I have a good music collection. You should come to my room and listen for awhile," she says. "It'll be past curfew soon. Are you sure?" I ask jokingly. "I'm sure. But you might just have to stay all night so you don't get caught sneaking out," she says and leans forward to kiss me. Her hand pulls my shirt up and slides along my bare stomach. It looks like it's going to be a wonderfully long night.