0 comments/ 24276 views/ 5 favorites My Punk Rock Princess By: thiguyino My friends and I love music and so we try to go to go to as many concerts as we can. We have very elitists views when it comes to our music and so we thought just about everything they play on the radio usually sucks. We had often wanted to find local bands that were good which was hard to do since most local bands formed in high school and therefore decided to totally rip off the sounds of blink 182 and good charlotte, two bands we didn't like. We hated where the rock scene was going so we didn't find a band we liked until one day we got lucky. Another friend of ours was in a band, one that we thought sounded generic but we didn't say anything about it, and he had a show at a battle of the bands in a decent venue. The show only cost $5 so we thought, "what the hell, we need something to do" and so we headed to the show to support him. As we expected, the bands all sounded the same and the few that had a different sound, lacked the talent to pull it off. We had tried to keep busy by trying to pick-up some girls but it was tough since most seemed to still be in high school or even junior high. We bared it as our friend's band was scheduled to go next to last. After the overall bad show and the amount of jailbait we had thought to leave immediately after our friends band was finished with their set. At the last minute we decided to at least give the next band 30 seconds after sitting through so many, and good thing we did because the band was incredible. They had a unique sound to them and it was obvious they were influenced by many bands and genres and had the talent to make it work. Then she took the stage. The band was led by one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. She had black hair with one part of her left side bleached and it worked for her. She had bright red lipstick and was wearing this tight, black, form fitting dress that showed of her incredible body. Her dress stopped mid way down her luscious thighs and was wearing a sexy pair of red pumps. My god she looked incredible!! As much as her beauty floored me, she totally blew me away with her singing talent. She had an amazing voice, which made her even sexier to me. We had hit pay dirt. An incredible local band with talent led by a jaw dropping beautiful singer. We all got really into the band and so when they mentioned their website at the end of their set we all made note of it. I checked out they're website and found out the singer's name was Mayra. They had a guest book so I signed it complementing the entire band but mentioning the Mayra specifically. The next day I get e-mail from Mayra thanking me for the comments and with info on their next show. She wrote if we were interested in going that we could buy tickets off of them cheaper than at the door. She left her number to arrange where we could meet so I could buy the tickets. I called her and did my best not to sound too nervous talking with her and arranged a time and place to meet up. I purposely picked a time where only I was free and none of my friends were so I can meet her in person on my own. She knew my general description, black hair and very tall. I would recognize her anyways. We met downtown in front of a music shop. I saw her there wearing tight jeans and a tight yellow tip. She was beautiful. The guitarist Scott accompanied her. She saw me approach and spoke first. "Robert?" "Yeah, Mayra right?" "Yeah. Wow, you weren't lying about your size. How tall are you?" "6'7" when I was last measured." She looked up at me a little longer as Scott comes up to me. "Hey, I'm Scott." "Hey, I'm Robert." We shook hands. "So, Robert," says Mayra, "Thanks for supporting us, its always good to have a new fan." "I should thank you guys for actually being good. My friends and I thought that all local bands sucked, and I thank you for proving us wrong." "Thanks." I gave her the money and she gave me the tickets. "Thanks again. So how did you hear about us?" "We didn't, we saw you guys at that show on accident and we were really blown away. You'll be sure to see us at just about all your shows from now on. Going to shows is all we really do." "You could do worse." After that we said our good-byes and she even gave me a hug. I drove home just think about how good it felt to have her body so close. I called my friends who I knew would answer and told them I got the tickets and how much they each owed me for the tickets. I also told them that she hugged me and the most common answer to that was something along the lines of, "You lucky son of a bitch." Even Eric who had a serious girlfriend said that. At the show we waited impatiently for Mayra's band to take the stage. It was another battle of the bands show , but this time it seemed to be an older scene, despite the presence of several younger kids, so the music was not so terrible. The band playing finally finishes and picks up their equipment and then I see Scott bringing his Amp onto the stage. We all head on to the front and Scott greets me and I introduce my friends. He goes off to continue setting up and the rest of the band comes up each carrying something to set up. When the band is close to finishing setting up and Tuning, Mayra comes out of the back and once again her beauty floors me. She was wearing the same outfit as at the last show except the dress was red. God, she was sexy! She came up and knelt down at the edge of the stage and greets my friends and me. I make the introductions and have a bit of small talk while the band tunes their instruments. Finally it was time for the show to start and I could here people screaming the band's name. I looked around to see who they had for fans and most looked pretty young. We were probably some of their oldest fans and we were all 20 and 21. They put on a hell of a show and we let them know it. Mayra's performance was incredible. She hit notes I had never heard another singer hit in a live performance. She was no studio artist and had real talent. Hearing was not the only sense that had a lot to be thankful for. The sight of that woman moving and swaying back and forth as she sang was incredible. Her sultry moves had me thinking she had taken lap dances or at least some other form of training to move like that. Her legs flexed as she would do her moves in her performance and I got an eyeful of every single inch of her spectacular body. We decided to stick around for the rest of the bands since the music was better overall than the next show. I noticed Mayra in the crowd and close to the end of the show between bands so I could actually talk to her. "Hey." "Oh hey, enjoy the show?" "It was great. Got more than my money's worth." "Thanks, we work hard." "I guess talent like that does not come easy." "Not to sound arrogant but no it doesn't. Hey, what are you guys doing after the show?" "Most likely go out to eat somewhere." "Want to come and eat with us. We always go out together and eat as a band and we would like you guys to come along." "I'm sure they like that so yeah." "Wait around a little after the show and we'll meet you in the parking lot. What did you guys drive here in?" "We all managed to fit in my truck." "A truck huh, I love trucks." "So do I, but I mostly got it because I don't fit all that well in most cars." "Haha, I guess you wouldn't. So, we'll see you in the parking lot." "Definitely." She gave me another hug and slipped through the crowd. I feel some one punch me in the back and I turn around to see my friend Eric standing there. "You lucky son of a bitch!" he says. "What?" "I saw her hug you." "Jealous. Well not much I got a girl but seriously what'd you guys talk about?" "She invited us to eat with the band afterwards." "Cool, I'll tell everybody else if I can find them." And so we stayed through the last band and we hung around a little as the crowds left. We slowly made our way to my truck and waited there for the band. A van pulls up beside us and Scott yells out to me to follow him. We stop at a Diner and head in. We had fun there talking to the band sharing stories and talking music. I managed to crack a few jokes that made Mayra laugh which was great. And so we finished and said our good-byes and I was the only one to get a hug from Mayra before she left. It was something that did not escape the attention of my friends. And so if it was few months later and we had gone to every one of their shows and usually ate with them after the show. We had become gone past fans and become friends. I even met some of Mayra and Scott's family who frequented the shows. Of course I wanted more with Mayra. My attraction to her had grown and I had a feeling she was at least a little attracted to me. One day I was running late to go to a show and I just told my friends to squeeze into Eric's car and I'll meet them there. They did and when I myself was ready and heading out the door I get a call. I expected it to be my friends wondering if I was on my way and I was pleasantly surprised to find out it was Mayra. "Hey, are you at the show yet?" she asked. "No I was actually heading out the door now." "Oh good, can you come to my place and give me a ride. I headed back on my own when I realized that we left a few cords we needed at my place and I ran over a nail on the street and have a flat now and no spare." "Sure, where do you live?" She gave me directions and she was no more than 10 minutes away from where I lived. I pulled up to her apartment and I saw the car in her spot and sure enough she had a flat tire. I came up to her door and rang the doorbell. She greeted me in a bright yellow dress that somehow worked on her. "Thanks, a lot, this is an important show and I almost cried when I saw the flat." "Not to worry, I'll be your knight in shining armor." "Thanks, you really are. We could get some good exposure with this show." She was right. She was opening up for a real band. They had lost popularity over the years but they still had a strong following considering the show was sold out. No telling who might be at the show or what kind of word of mouth they might inspire for the band. "I'll get you there on time and you'll blow the roof off that place, just watch." "Oh thanks a lot." She gave me a hug and we got into my truck. She laughed and said, "Nice taste in music," when she got in and her demo was playing on my stereo. I changed CDs noting that I was about to hear it live and again she complemented my taste. We rode in silence for a while just listening to the music. I realized this was the first time we had actually been alone together. Every other time I had been at a show with at least a hundred people around me or we were having dinner with the band and my friends. I had never been truly alone with her where we could have a real private conversation. I looked out of the corner of my eye at the goddess of beauty next to me as she looked out the window and nodded her head to the music. Finally she reached over and turned down the volume slightly to make a conversation possible. "Why do you like us so much? I really want to know what made you come to each one of our shows." "You guys are good and I appreciate good music with an original sound. You guys have real talent everyone is great on their instruments and you've got the best voice I have ever heard live. Plus it doesn't hurt that you're really hot." She laughed at that last comment. "So, that's only icing on the cake?" "Of course, I really respect you as a musician, but I'm not blind." "Thanks." I looked to my side and I could see she had blushed slightly. "I really appreciate you as a fan and a friend," damn, only a friend. I was willing to take it but I really wanted more, "but you're pretty hot yourself." My ears twitched at that last comment. I looked over to me and she simply gave me a smile. "Wow, thanks." I could do nothing to stop a big smile from appearing on my face. "Since we still got a while until we get there tell me, What ever happened to Clara?" Clara was a girl I had been seeing since the last show they had. Our first date had actually been to go see Mayra and her band play. The relationship did not last long however. "Oh, that's old news, we split up about two weeks ago." "Sorry to hear that." "Don't be, it wasn't serious. She really began to annoy me to tell you the truth. I couldn't hold a conversation with her." "Still she doesn't know what she's missing." "Thanks." "You're welcome." "You asked me so how about you. When are you going to get a guy? I'm sure all the guys at the show will be interested." "Well, you're down there, you know most of those guys are jerks." "I wish I could say something different." "See. Anyways, I'm too busy. I have a regular day job so I can afford to survive when we don't have many shows. Plus what time I don't spend at work there is always band rehearsal and coming up with new music. I'm just too busy to meet someone." "I completely understand." "Do you?" "Yeah, you deserve the best and it's just a shame you don't have the time to meet someone new." "Thanks." It wasn't long before we made it to the show. I dropped her off at the door and before she got out thanked me and gave me a peck on the cheek and rushed into the venue carrying the cords. I was left stunned that she had done. I had hugged her many times but this was the first kiss even if it was just a peck on the cheek. I found a parking spot and just sat there for a minute and looked in the mirror and saw the faint lipstick she left on my cheek. It seemed like a shame to rub it off but I still did it and headed for the show with my ticket in hand. I entered the venue and was immediately spotted by my friends. The show was close to starting so we pushed our way to the front by the stage and awaited the start of the show. We heard the band tuning up and Mayra checking the microphone. Looks like I got her here just in time. The lights dimmed and the curtains opened revealing Mayra in her sexy dress and the rest of the band ready to play. Their performance was incredible, probably the best I've ever seen them play. Mayra especially sang and moved like never before. Her voice was angelic, her moves sensual and breathtaking. No stripper in the world could come close to moving as erotically as she did. She had often made eye contact with me during shows but this time she seemed to put something else in her stare. I didn't know what it was exactly but I liked it. I jumped, head banged, and screamed like I had always done, but I was sure to pay extra attention to Myra. They finished their set and the crowd went nuts signifying their satisfaction for their performance. I heard a few catcalls from the guys in the place, which I have to say I resented. We were all in awe of their great performance. We stuck around through the whole show, something we didn't always do when they played first but I convinced my friends to stay. I was in the back by the bar when Scott comes up to me. He screams over the music to be heard. "You hungry?" "I will be." "Meet us out front and we'll see what's open around here." "Sure." He nodded at me and was soon lost in the crowd. We stayed through the encore the fans demanded. We waited a while until the crowd dispersed somewhat. We waited outside by the door a while and the entire band soon joins us. They were all greeted by applause." "Thank you, thank you. So, anybody is else starving?" asked Scott. "I am. We need to find someplace good to eat." Answered Eric. "I'm not all that hungry really, but I guess I can order a side order of something." I said. "I'm not really all that hungry either." Said Myra. "I'm also really tired, I just want to go home and rest." "Come on, you're a rock star. You're supposed to stay up late and sleep past noon." I said. "That's a filthy stereotype and you know it," she answered. "Robert, do you mind taking me home since you're not all that hungry either?" "No, that's fine. I'm kind of tired myself. I guess I'll see you guys later. Wish you luck on finding a decent place to eat this late." We said our goodbyes and led Mayra to my truck and left for home. The silence didn't last that long this time. "That show was probably the best you guys have ever done. You were flawless," I said. "Thanks, we were really happy with it." "Yeah, I can see why you would be so tired. You didn't hold anything back." "I guess I didn't. Thanks again for getting me here on time." "My pleasure." She began to fidget and move around seemingly trying to get comfortable but she couldn't really. She finally inched closer, lifted the arm separating us and asked, "Do you mind?" as she rested her head on my shoulder. I instinctively lifted my arm and put it around her. She snuggled up next to me. She lifted her legs onto the seat and her legs looked amazing. My heart must have been racing because she murmured out softly, "Calm down." She eventually fell asleep in my arms as I drove her home. I pulled up to her apartment and parked my truck. I really didn't want to wake her up, but of course I had to. I shook her slightly and she slowly awakened. "We're here." "Already?" she yawned and she looked incredible as she stretched. "Want to come in for a while?" "I thought you were tired." "I just got some great rest." We headed to her place. The first time I had been in there. She lived with her sister who was not there. She showed me the couch and I sat down. "All I got is some water bottles, is that alright?" "Yeah, water's fine." She went to the fridge and came back to the couch and sat down next to me and handed me the water. For some reason I wanted to be hydrated that night. I saw her eyes as she drank from her water bottle staring into me. My god she was beautiful. I drank from mine not taking my gaze off of her. She inched closer to me and she once again put her head on my shoulder and I put my arm around her. "You know, you're very comfortable to sleep on." "Am I?" "Yeah, just holding you close is great." "It can't be nearly as great as holding you." "Well, that's just your opinion isn't it?" She stretched on the couch next to me, which gave me a great chance to check out her legs. She grabbed her neck and started rubbing. "A little sore?" "Yeah, like you said, I went all out." "Need some help with that?" I was quite surprised I actually asked that. "Would you, please." "Sure." I held my breath and she moved her hair to one side. I put my hand on the back of her neck and gently started massaging. She became tense at first, but then relaxed to my touch. I could feel her neck and shoulder muscles get softer and she moaned as I rubbed her. "You're great at this." "I have many skills." "I bet you do. You are really great at this." She changed position forcing me to stop and put her arms around me and I did the same to her. "Yeah, this is great. You know I always thought you were pretty hot." "Really, when we first met I remember this weird look on your face. Didn't look like admiration." "Well, you're so tall. I guess that's what I noticed first, but that's part of what made you attractive. I feel so small and safe in your arms. It's a great feeling." "I think it goes without saying, I love holding you close to me as well." She looked up at me and I stared into those dark brown eyes of hers. She leaned closer and closer. I too began to lean closer and closer until we kissed. It was a soft kiss that got harder and more passionate. Her hands began to roam my chest and my hands explored and rubbed her back. The sensation of our lips on one another's was amazing. Her soft warm lips were the best I had ever tasted. Never breaking our kiss she slowly got on my lap and we continued our embrace. She slipped her tongue in my mouth and mine soon entered hers. We explored each other's mouths and if our tongues had lips they would be making out as well. She finally broke our kiss after what seemed like at least ten minutes. My Punk Rock Princess Ch. 02 "Oh god I missed this." said Mayra as she felt my dick push into her wet tunnel. I always liked the face she made when I first stretch her tight pussy wide with my invading dick. If I didn't know better, I would think she was in pain. But the moan and previous experience told me it was not pain she was feeling, it was the incredible sensation of my dick sliding in and rubbing against her walls. The sensation is always greater when we have not had sex in a while like it was now and that face was the only one she knew how to make with such intense sensations. Finally as I settle fully into her, I see the smile spread across her face and her eyes open. Wow, those eyes. I never even knew how beautiful they were before we got together. I was too distracted by her voice and well... the rest of her body. It's different when we are face to face sharing such an intimate act. I am captivated by those eyes filled with such love and lust. It turns me on even more. I lean in and take her sweet lips by sacrificing the sight of her beautiful face. Still, the extra feeling of closeness was worth the sacrifice. Her lips were soft and warm and I welcomed the feeling I had not been able to partake in weeks. I felt her thighs rub against mine as she so sexily raised them to wrap those shapely legs around me. Her arms went around my neck and pulled on my head to intensify our kiss. And I moved my left hand down the side of her body enjoying being in contact with her skin. I grabbed a hold of her thigh and gave a squeeze. She recently said she didn't like her thighs. I couldn't understand that. There was no feature on this woman that I didn't admire and no part that fails to excite me. The touch triggers the movement of her hips. They are small thrusts that try to somehow get my dick deeper into her pussy despite the fact I was already bottoming out. They then turn into longer strokes as I join her movement. Its something that we have done so much that after only two strokes I find her rhythm and we meet with just the right force to make her moan into my mouth but lets us continue to kiss. Finally, when our bodies cry out for oxygen we release our lip lock and touch foreheads as we each gasp for breath. I look straight into her eyes again. I am again amazed at what I see in them. I raise my head so I can look at her entire face. "Do you love me?" she asks. That question always confused me. How could she even ask that? "More than I thought possible." I answered with as much sincerity as I could muster. "Then fuck me as hard as you love me." Our lovemaking was over. It was time to fuck. I hoisted her legs up to my shoulders and folded her fit body, almost in half and withdrew almost my entire dick from her pussy and then rammed it back in, "OH FUCK..." she screamed below me. "That's what I need. Give me more." She pleaded. So I did it again, and again, and again. My pace began to pick up and I felt her pussy get wetter. I felt myself push her nectar out of her with my thrusting as she neared a quick but powerful orgasm. Then I saw her face scrunch up for a few seconds before she opened her mouth and let out a silent scream. I didn't stop fucking her. I poured everything I had into my thrusting and extended her orgasm. Not sure how long it lasted, I could not keep track of time with the amount of energy I was expending. At the end of it she finally let out a noise that only a woman can make after an intense orgasm and gasped, desperate to reintroduce oxygen to her body. I collapse on top of her, exhausted from my efforts. We lay there wrapped in each others energy drained bodies until she finally taps me and I roll off. "Holy shit. That was a good one." I smile at the satisfaction on her face which is quickly erased when she looks down at my half hard dick. "You didn't cum, did you?" "No." "Good, then I can suck your cock for a while. I got the urge to." I loved hearing that. It meant she was turned on beyond belief. She never truly refused me when I wanted her to suck my dick when we were already in the process of love making, but she rarely initiated it. She usually did it because I liked it so much and she loved getting me hot. But when she says she wants to because she wants to, I feel my heartbeat quicken immediately. I lay back as she lays down perpendicular to me and grabs hold of my dick. She strokes it to full hardness and stares. I find it funny whenever she asks me not to stare at her body and yet there are times when she gets like this and can't get her eyes off my dick. I see her smile as she admires it and leans in to lick along the side of it. I groan in approval as she continues to taste her juices on my dick, something else she only does when she is extremely aroused. My hand caresses her back, again loving the feel of her skin and then I move down to her amazing ass. I trace the curve of her ass and just as I was about to slip my hand to her pussy, Mayra's hand stops me. "No. I want to concentrate on your cock. I don't want to be distracted." She moves between my legs as she continues to lick my dick. Then after one lick from my balls to the tip of my cock, she moves on to soft kisses. I often wish I had the control and patience she did to tease her like she does me. Finally she takes the tip into her mouth and wraps her tongue around it. I twitch from the sensation and then she slowly slides her mouth lower and lower and then higher and higher. She savors the taste of my cock and gives a little moan herself. She leaves the tip in her mouth and swirls her tongue around it again and then takes me deep into her mouth. I twitch at the sudden sensation and she smiles around my dick. She then starts to bob up and down my dick and just as I am about to orgasm she stops. "Not yet baby, I need at least one more." She crawls up my body and positions her hot wet pussy over my dick and lowers herself on it. We each inhale deeply as I penetrate her. She rolls her hips on me to get me as deep as her anatomy would allow me to and to stimulate regions she cannot reach herself without a sex toy. "God, why do we ever leave the bedroom?" she moans. She was simply enjoying the sensation, but that wasn't enough for me. I forced her to lean forward, letting her delectable tits hang ever so close to my face and to give me the angle I had learned from experience made her cum faster. She loved being on top because it gave her such control, but I wasn't going to let her have it right now, not after what she had done to me. I grabbed her hips and lifted her light body and brought it down as I thrust my hips upward. I saw her expression change and I recognized that reaction. I was hitting the right spot. I gave us a rhythm and soon she was meeting my thrusts without the help of my hands on her hips. I grab hold of her soft tits as she begins to pick up the pace. Soon, she was close. I had managed to regain a bit more control that I thought I would so I grabbed her hips once more and slowed the pace to strong long thrust that rubbed deep inside her pussy instead of quick ones. She always came harder this way. "Holy shit!" she scrunched her face again and hunched over. Her hips stopped moving but mine didn't. Her orgasm began and I returned to quick thrusts to build my own. Not sure if she was cumming the whole time or if it just felt really good but she never stopped moaning once her orgasm began until a minute later when I finally bellowed out my orgasm into her. She collapsed on top of me and we both drifted off into a deep sleep. We awoke later that afternoon like we usually do after she returns from touring. She usually arrives at my apartment in the early morning around dawn. They usually drive all night after their last gig to get back home. This last gig was in Phoenix and was part of a 6 city tour; they opened for a bigger band. The other band continued on their tour with another band, but Myra was excited for the opportunity to play with them. They spent 6 hours on the road to get back to Southern California at Myra's insisting. She had apparently complained when they stopped at a 24 hour truck stop diner to grab something to eat. They ordered it to go. She had been gone for two weeks and was desperate to see me again, as was I with her. And so, like usual after she returns from a gig out of town where I couldn't join her we immediately head to the bedroom. Today was no different and I was stirred awake by Myra getting off of me as she headed off to the bathroom to clean up the dried cum that was left on her body. I hear the shower start but she leaves the door open. I take a minute to fully wake up and go in to join her. We clean each other and after another quicky in the shower where I pinned her to the wall, we clean each other again and step out to eat breakfast at 2 in the afternoon. "So what's the plan for today?" I asked. "I was thinking just laying around the apartment and resting from the tour. Oh yeah and have sex as often as you can get it up." I smiled. "Last time we did that it was you who cried out for mercy at the end of the day." "I am still willing to take up the challenge. I feel good about my chances today." She cried out for mercy that night as well. ********************* A few days later I was accompanying Mayra and the band to a meeting with their indie label. A guy named Jesse (he never wants us to call him mister or use his last name) handled the band. Whenever they have a meeting only half of the meeting is spent on business, the rest is just sharing stories and just basically hanging out. "Oh yeah, Robert, I just wanted to thank you about that band you recommended. I got a call from the promoters saying that they were great." "Told you man. I got an ear for music. Its good music and still commercial enough to sell." "Haha, that's true. It seems you understand the business. Took me a while to figure that out. You should have heard the first bands I tried to sign. Musically and artistically they were incredible. But that has nothing to do with record sales. If I ever need to fill a bill at the last minute again I'll come to you. Oh and it's not like you won't be compensated." He got up from his chair and handed me a check. "That's your finder's fee." "Wow man thanks. I didn't even expect to get paid." "You should man. I think you got an ear for this too. If we had the money on the payroll I might have actually hired you as a talent scout." Mayra squeezed my hand when she saw the smile on my face. I turned to look at her with a smile of her own which made mine bigger. I said goodbye to Jesse and the rest of the band and headed home with Mayra and after a nice round of sex where I got an up close look at the incredible face Mayra makes when she cums I laid in bed with Mayra curled up next to me with her head on my shoulder and thought about what Jesse had said. Mayra and I didn't really argue much, but whenever we did the biggest subject was usually what I was doing with my life. I had gotten a bouncer job at a venue Mayra had performed at. I met the owner who was only five years older than me and when he heard that I was in need of a job he took one look at me and asked me to work security for him. With my size, I definitely qualified for the job. I made a decent amount. I was never much of a big spender so I made enough to survive, plus Mayra helped out since the band was getting so many shows in bigger and better venues. Still, it's not a career and Mayra called me out on it. I know she didn't do it maliciously. She has my best interests in mind and its not like I necessarily disagreed with her, but it still hurt my pride as a man. So, with those memories and what Jesse said, I decided to form a dream and achieve a successful career in music. Not playing of course. I am decent at playing guitar and can also hold a beat on the drums thanks to hanging around the band so much, but I was not good enough to perform for a living. I wanted to be a talent scout... no, I wanted to develop young talent. Jesse agreed that I had an ear for music. And from knowing different people in bands and knowing Mayra for over two years and getting together with her soon afterwards, I knew how bands operate and what's needed for them to succeed. I could do it. "I just had a thought." I said as Mayra stirred awake. "What's that?" "I think I just decided what I wanted to do. I want to manage a band." Myra turned to me and gave me a funny look. "No, not you guys. You heard what Jesse said, I got an ear for this and I helped you guys set up and book shows before. I personally know some promoters and owners of venues. It's not something I have no experience with." Myra turned back around and thought about what I had said. "Well, sounds like a plan." I was expecting a bigger reaction one way or the other. I was considering bringing it up but then I thought of the inevitable fight. I decided to just let it go. I was busy thinking up the steps I needed to take to achieve my goals anyways. Of course the first step would be finding a band. They had to be good. My own personal taste in music and somewhat elitist view on the need of actual good music on the radio today would influence who I pick, but I also need to think of it like a business. What kind of music will other people like listening too and what kind of band will people like to see in concert. It also has to be a band that is relatively green and the members should not have been in any other band before. They need to be willing to take any help they can get since I am also going to be new and no real experience with this. So I began my search on the internet. Ah, the internet; the best and worst thing to happen to music in history. Good because great unknown bands that would never have had the chance to before can post their music online and be listened to world wide, but then again, so can the bands that have no business calling themselves musicians. So I began looking on every social networking site and local music blog I could find. Most bands had only samples on their websites like they have to worry about losing money on piracy so they only put up samples online. I immediately crossed them off my list. They were either too big for me or too arrogant. You would not believe how many bands there are in Southern California or what some of them consider "music". For two days I searched and came up with a list of ten bands in a few different genres and began to contact them offering my services and sighting my qualifications. I didn't expect them to be jumping at the chance to hire me, but I actually managed to get three of them to reply back asking me questions on my qualifications and what I would do for them. I asked Mayra if I could use her to sell myself to them. She wasn't terribly excited about it but she said she would even go meet with them if it would help me. She wasn't exactly on the cover of rolling stone but if anybody in the bands knew enough about the local scene in the past couple of years, they had heard about Mayra. Out of those three, two were interested in meeting. I said I would like to talk to them after a show and since both had shows coming up this weekend I would go to check them out and discuss things afterwards. Mayra couldn't make it and I was glad she didn't waste her time on the first band. Their performance was lack luster and I noticed many small mistakes. Potentially they could be great but their singer as a frontman just fell flat. They were much too raw for me and after talking to them they seemed a bit too immature, something confirmed by the angry message I got from one of their parents the next day after I decided to pass. My last chance was the night afterwards. Mayra said she would come with me this time to check out the band. She was actually adamant about joining me. When I asked her why she was so eager to go with me this time she said, "I need to make sure another female singer doesn't try to steal you away." Yeah, it was another female led band and I guess that got Mayra a bit jealous. I just smiled and told her it would be great to have her come with me. I watched their performance closely. I had listened to their demo enough to know what its suppose to sound like and after giving them some slack for the changes and improvisations all bands make during a live performance, I decided they still needed some work. I would definitely have to talk to them about it. Still, they showed great promise. I especially liked the singer, Lizz. She had that intangible stage presence that got the crowd involved. She was blonde but dressed more as a rocker. I thought she was a cross between Brody from the Distillers and Gwen Stefani from her early days with No Doubt. Her voice wasn't as deep as Brody's or did it seem to have that high range Gwen manages to show off every once in a while. Still the hot rocker chick look combined with her stage presence will serve her well. I thought back to old videos I saw of Myra before I saw her at that fateful show, they are no worse than they were back then, so I began to think of the possibilities. I had visions of being the one to "discover" a great band and the opportunity to do it again and thereby significantly improve the quality of music played on the radio. Ok, I was getting way ahead of myself, but I suddenly realized that this is what I really wanted to do and might have a shot at pulling off. My connection with Jesse at the indie label would come in handy and my time with Myra had opened up possibilities as far as local shows and promoters were concerned. Being so close to Mayra, I had witnessed first hand the troubles of a band trying to break through and I could advise them on how to deal with them. I think I can actually pull this off. They finished their set and they were rewarded with a round of applause and cheers and some screaming words that no one could understand. The curtain was pulled and a random song in more or less the same genre as music as the band was played to keep the people entertained while the next band set up. After about a minute I saw the singer come out from the door beside the stage. She was greeted immediately by what I assumed were friends and fans. She seemed to look around a bit, no doubt looking for me. Finally, she approached the bar where I was waiting and I flagged her down. She approached and greeted me. "Robert, right?" she extended her hand and I shook it. "Right, and your Lizz, right?" She nods. "This is my girlfriend Mayra and the one I owe for my connections." "Its great to meet you. I have all your stuff and I've actually seen you a few times when you were out here more." "Great to meet a fan but we're not here for me." "Right right, I'm sorry. I just hope I can take my band as high as yours." "That's what I am here to help you out with," I said. "Where's the rest of your band?" "Oh they are out loading up the van. I don't have as much equipment to load." I got a good vibe off of her. She was happy to just have an opportunity to take her band to the next level. She didn't have a sense of entitlement like I should be honored to work with them like I got from the last band. If the rest of the band was like her, I think I found the band to work with. We talked a lot. I asked the band their goals and how they planned to achieve them. They certainly had the goals and the will to achieve them; they just didn't know exactly how to go about them. So that led to questions about what plans I had for them. I told them about Jesse and my connection there but I would have to work on them first before I showed them to Jesse. Amazingly, they were willing to work hard to improve their performances. I had found the right band. And that's how it started. I got to know the band real well. I had to if I was going to criticize their music. I got them to insulate and soundproof Lizz's parent's garage so they could practice more often. I made them practice at least four times a week. Every once in a while I got them to improvise some of the stuff they had worked on their own and I recorded it to possibly create a new song from it. I spent a lot of time with them. Time I didn't spend with Mayra. My Punk Rock Princess Ch. 02 The fights started. It was never big. Just a minute or two of some smartass remarks we would make to each other. Her about me not spending time with her between tours and I about her changing her mind about my future and wanting me to have dinner ready when she got home. It was never a big fight. Until one day she came back from a small three week tour up the coast of California and I wasn't there. I was with Lizz and the band critiquing their latest performance at a small venue in east LA. "Where the fuck were you? You knew I would be home today." Spat Mayra as I walked in the door. "With the band they had a gig." "And that was more important than seeing me." "You know you are more important to me but I needed to be there." "They can handle one show on their own." "It's my responsibility to give them feedback and help them improve." "And you have no sense of responsibility when it comes to seeing the girl you love for the first time in three weeks." And so the argument continued. This had been building up for a while and it all got let loose that night. It had been by far the worst fight of our relationship and one that took the longest for each of us to say sorry for. For a week we were walking on eggshells around each other until we finally had a civilized talk. In the end we decided to make concessions. She would realize that I started on my dream like she had so long ago and would do more to support me and when it wasn't absolutely necessary I would leave the band on their own and make sure to spend more time with her. That was a tough week to promise that though. I had decided to show Jesse the band and so to prepare I had been and was going to continue filming the band and take the best of the best to show Jesse in a few days. So, I had increased the number of practices and booked two shows as well. I was actually concerned I would burn them out, but their ambition and stamina impressed me. So I was usually with the band or editing either recordings or video of them on the new computer I had bought for just that occasion. Mayra and I had another small fight about that when she saw what it cost. "What time is your meeting with Jesse?" asked Mayra. "1 o'clock." "Then it should be no problem getting back here at six." "Should be home by five." "Then six won't be a problem. I was planning on making us dinner." "Wow, a sexy rockstar with housewife skills. How did I get so lucky?" "Robert, I'm serious about this. We haven't even been on a real date in months and we promised to spend more time together." "Then why don't we go out?" "I want to do this for you here. Plus, if we're home we can just talk here privately about anything and then just lay on the couch and watch a movie together like we used to. I miss doing that." I thought about when we first moved in together. We would stay up late often just talking about anything. Serious conversation or irrelevant bullshit, I never had longer conversations with anybody else. Every other girlfriend I had would be lucky if she got one thirty minute conversation with me during our relationship without having a long pause in the middle. Mayra got one of those from me at Denny's at two in the morning after one of her shows before we even started going out. I used to love talking to this girl. I used to watch her expressions and would commit to memory what each one meant based on what she was telling me at the time. I picked up little quirks she had like the way she tucked her hair behind her ear whenever I complimented her in public when someone might hear during those conversations. The frequency of these conversations obviously dropped since we spent so much time together, we naturally knew all of each other's stories and tendencies. Still, given the sudden drop in time spent together, we should have new things to tell each other, and yet, we had not sat down and just talked in so long. I suddenly realized how much I missed the girl I lived with. "Ok. We'll make it a stay-in-date. The date will be for six o clock on the dot." "Thanks." She ran to me and jumped up to hold on to me. I lifted her up and she gave me a passionate kiss. "I love you." "I love you too. You're my punk rock princess, remember?" "Shut up." She always said that nickname was corny, but I knew she liked that I had a nickname like that for her. *********************** I greeted Jesse and we gave each other a handshake that turned into a shoulder bump as we sat down to eat. He was the one that wanted to meet at a restaurant. He said something about it being tax deductible. It seemed weird to me how casually he took everything when I was nervous as hell. Its not like he was a stranger but he still had the power to jumpstart my goals or possibly crush them with his criticism. We chit chat for a bit asking about how me and Mayra were doing and if I thought the band was still getting along great, again bringing up the fact that he had seen so many bands break up at this point. We ordered our food and finally he got down to business. "So, what's with this new band?" he said as he took a sip of his early afternoon beer. "They're called Starlight. They are a female led band. Similar to Mayra's 'Till Dawn but they definitely have their own sound. They are a bit harder rock and I doubt they would do a ballad, but their sound is still has that commercial appeal." "You said the magic words. Got a sample?" I handed him a CD for him too keep and then my iPod so he could listen to it now. He put on the headphones and brought his gaze down slightly and seemed to concentrate on the music. He listened to the first song for about 2 minutes and then skipped to the next for a couple more and finally to the third one. "Not bad, would be nice to have a slightly better recording but I know they're still poor. What do they look like?" I just grabbed the Ipod and played the video I had spent so much time filming and editing for just this occasion then handed it back. Again he concentrated on it and took a minute or so and then fast forwarded it the video. "Hey, she ain't bad. She could use a tighter shirt but otherwise she's got that tough sexy look. I could work with this." "Glad you like them." "Whoa whoa, easy there. I said I could work with them, doesn't mean I will." Apparently I didn't hide my disappointment in my expression because he chuckled. "Its not the end of the world. First tell me a few things. Do they have a myspace?" "Of course." "How many friends?" "Around 3500." "Ok, lets see. We can assume that among the four of them they got roughly 50 of those from family and close friends. Another 300 minimum from aquaintences and classmates from highschool. And I would say another 500 from other bands they have played with and their closest friends and fans. Then we got the random people they sent friend requests to and some of those just accepting it because they want people to think they are popular and therefore are not fans. That takes away about another 500. So, that's about...2150 real fans... maybe. How long have they been playing gigs?" "They started a year and a half ago." "How far have they gone out?" "From LA to San Bernardino." "Not a bad territory, but still really local. I would look for a way to get them to at least San Diego and then maybe up to Santa Barbara and then head north. Hell, see if you can at least get them to Yuma. If you do that and bring their friends to over 10000 I can see getting them on some of our artists' tours and eventually signing them." "No chance you would do that now?" He gave a loud laugh. "I see you got some boldness to go with that ear of yours. I like that. But, they are still too green for me. I am still relatively small, so I can't afford the money to promote them from nothing and take a chance on them. 'Till Dawn had a following when I signed them. And Mayra is smoking hot... you lucky bastard." It was my turn to laugh. "But, knowing your ear for talent and your eye for the ever so necessary although sometimes overwhelming commercial aspects that a band needs to make it big, I have faith that they have real potential." "Thanks, I appreciate that." Our food comes and we begin to dig in. "You got any advice or any other help you can give me?" "Well," he swallows the food he had in his mouth, "try to find shows for them in the cities I told you. Also, try some beach shows in LA and San Diego, specifically ones that are tied to other city events and are free. They attract a lot of random locals and tourists that would not normally go to a show. That's about all I got for advice. As far as help, I got a couple of friends setting up an all day battle of the bands in a couple of months and they need a couple of bands. I'll give you their number and let them know I gave it to you. Just cause their new there really is no chance that they will win, but its all about exposure right now." "Wow, thanks. I really appreciate it." "Not a problem. Keep me posted on the band. Let me know when they hit 7000 friends and send me another video and we'll talk again." We went back to random chit chat until the food was gone and we went our separate ways. I was ecstatic as I went to go see Lizz and the band. I pulled up to Lizz's house and I could barely hear the band practicing in their garage. The soundproofing we did worked pretty well. I took a deep breath and calmed myself. I waited for them to finish the song and then knocked on the side door. Larry, the guitarist opened the door. I really hated that name for a guitarist, hell for anyone involved rock music. I relayed the message that they had great potential but needed work. They seemed disappointed at first but I then told them the conditions for having Jesse check them out again. I gave them a talk that had them focused on the goal that Jesse gave us. So after insisting on rehearsing a couple of more songs I let them go. I helped clean up and was the last one there when I felt arms come around me. "Thanks." Said Lizz. "For what?" "For making good on your promise." "I haven't gotten you signed yet." "But I know you will." I turn around and see her smiling face. When she isn't decked out for her gigs, she can actually pull off this cute innocent look. "You brought us out of a rut." "Does that mean new songs?" "I think I got some ideas and a few things written down." "Show me." She led me inside where I greeted her mother. She asked what was new so I told her what I had told the band. She got excited and asked way more questions than the actual band had asked about what I was planning. I was finally rescued by Lizz when she brought out a couple of notebooks. She laid them out but would not let me touch them. She didn't want me to see anything she didn't want me to see. After over a year with Myra, I understood how artists got when it came to protecting their art. I read what little she had. She showed me four songs she was working on and each page followed the same format: a brief description on what the song was about, a blank space for the title of the song once completed and then the lyrics. She had only one first draft completed but no title maybe one verse on the next song done and then a few lines she said she liked and wanted in the song. The others had the chorus down and again a few lines she liked. Some notes on the side as well to help her remember what she had in mind when she went back to the songs. She looked anxious as I was looking at the pages. "Not bad. Hard to get a feel for them without music on top of it being a work in progress. Got a guitar?" She quickly ran to her room and brought out an acoustic guitar. I thought back to all the guitar lessons Scott had given me and how I was putting them to use now. I played a generic melody and then changed it based on what Lizz had in mind for the song. She didn't go all out but softly sang the song to give me an Idea of what it the songs might sound like finished. It was very raw with my less than masterful guitar playing, but it sounded like they would be great songs... with some tweaks. I was as careful as I could be with my criticism and I had Lizz frowning at me a few times but I made sure she knew that I just wanted to push her to write the best songs possible. She seemed to calm down a little. Finally, when I felt like I helped get her mind on what she wanted in the songs I decided to leave. I looked at the time, 6:04. Damn, I was already late and it would take me at least half an hour to get home. I was already on the road when I grabbed my cell phone that I had left in my truck and saw I had a couple of missed calls. I opened it and saw the battery light flashing. Damn, I had forgotten to charge it. Both calls were from Myra, one was around the time I got to Lizz's place and the other was made ten minutes ago. I hit send to call her back and it rang a few times before she finally answered. "Hello." I cringed at the way she said it. She didn't sound angry, but it was obvious she was not happy. "Hey babe, sorry but I got held up here with the band after the meeting and Lizz showed me some new..." that was as far as I got before I heard the melodic tone of my cell phone powering off. "Shit!" I cursed all the way home. I got home at 6:41. That was more than an hour and a half after I had told Myra I would be home and 41 minutes after the absolute deadline she had given me. I was in deep. I opened the door and stepped inside. I looked on the dining table and saw a plate of cold food and another one that just had the remnants of a meal. She had not waited for me before she ate. I sigh and head to my bedroom. She was already dressed for bed and not the way she usually dresses. She had put on some sweats she used during the winter, which she only put on the coldest nights. It was barely dark out and the coldest nights where still at least a month away. She stared blankly at the TV watching some crime drama show. "I'm sorry I'm late." I waited for a few seconds and got no reaction. "After the meeting ran long, you know how Jesse rambles and then after I told the band and heard them practice, Lizz showed me a few songs she was working on and I had to help her a little and I just lost track of time." I was expecting her to say something but got nothing. I suddenly went from feeling apologetic to angry. It was one of my pet peeves and she knew it. Being ignored so rudely was infuriating to me. I didn't even want her to say it's alright, I would have been happy with an "uh-huh" to at least signal to me that she had heard me. I held back though. I knew it would be even worse if I lost control. "Please say something." "You were late." "I know, I am so sorry. The thing with Jesse ran a little longer than usual and then after I was done informing the band I got Lizz to show me some new material and I was helping her and lost track of time because I didn't have a watch and I left my phone in the truck and then it died..." "You were late... Late when you promised me you wouldn't be." "I know I..." "Late when I said there would be no excuse, when I said this was important to me." "I..." "You were late because something was more important. And not the meeting with Jesse that could have had big implications; you were late because you were helping a girl instead of heading to see the girl you say you love who you have not spent any time with lately." "Is it that you're jealous. You have nothing to be jealous about." She sat up and turned around to face me. "The hell I do. You spent the past two weeks at her house and you were out with her late at night." "There is nothing going on between us!" "Maybe not sex but she is taking you away from me. Her and her band. I bet she has more stories that only she knows about you in the past few months than I do! And just an hour ago you chose to spend time with her rather than with me." "It's all band related stuff. I told you this is what I wanted to do. The damn ambition you wanted me to develop! That means that especially now when they are unknown I need to work my ass off to get them known. You went through this too!" "I still found time to spend with you though!" "Not as much as you think! Most of the time we spent together we also spent with the band. How many rehersals did I go to? How many shows? Especially when you first started getting really known beyond the crappy little venues how much of that time you say we spent together just the two of us?" "A hell of a lot more than now. You know with the shows we are getting now I am gone for days or weeks at a time. There are big labels scouting us and the stress is getting to me. And when I finally get to come home you aren't here." "Well shit, I should just drop everything then shouldn't I? You leave me here all alone with nothing to do and despite telling me to make something of myself you tell me you have complete say of what I do when you get back. My career doesn't count?" "You are booking shows at shitty venues. That's not a career." "Hey, you started there to. You worked your ass off to make your dreams come true and I want to do the same." "Helping her with her shitty songs will not make you accomplish your dreams any faster. You throw yourself into this like you already signed them to a multi-million dollar deal. You don't have to be there for every rehersal and you sure as hell don't need to stay after rehersal all alone with Lizz." We both turned and gave a frustrated scream. We weren't hearing each other. Somehow during our fight we had brought some major things that were weighing us down in this relationship. We should have taken a breath and continued talking. We should have continued the fight until we resolved it no matter how uncomfortable or painful. That's what people in healthy relationships do. Instead after almost a minute of turning our backs to each other she turns up the volume of the TV to sit down and watch it and I go to the computer in the living room. I pull up my music collection and play the angriest and most brutal death metal I have. I had not listened to most of it in a long time, but now it seemed to match my mood pretty well right now. That was the first of many fights. Almost nothing seemed to be resolved afterwards. There were a few good times. We did try to make some time for each other after a couple of fights. Things were going great for a while too. The angry make up sex was amazing. I will always remember the urgency on Mayra's face to turn her anger into pleasure. The way she thrust her ass back against my hips as she looked over her shoulder and growled at me to fuck her harder. We had more sex than normal during that time. I think it was because we realized if we were having sex, we weren't fighting. Then, came Mayra's shows on the east coast. I started getting used to having her gone. It had been a month. A month without any fights. I liked that, it was peaceful. I didn't listen to any death metal during that time. Then she came back. We had our usual passionate sex after her return. Like I said earlier I just love the feel of that girl and she never fails to excite me. But afterwards, my libido wasn't the only thing she excited. She also seemed to anger me more and I returned to the death metal. And then the fateful day came... ************************ "Oh my god, oh my god. Fuck me!" She had her legs out wide which made it easier to try to pound her through the mattress. She would occasionally lift her head up and give me a hard kiss on the lips. She had already orgasmed three times and her pussy was absolutely drenched cutting down friction. Mayra compensated by squeezing her muscles around my cock as much as she could. I knew I couldn't last much longer. I had been going at a break neck pace for a while and as Mayra came for at least the fourth time I hoisted her legs onto my shoulders grabbed onto her glorious tits and tried to break her hips. Mayra went crazy under me. I'm sure that crazed lustful look on her face matched mine. And finally I felt my balls tense up once more and release my seed deep into her already soaked pussy and then she screamed out for a final time as the pleasure made her shiver. My Punk Rock Princess Ch. 02 My abs were burning and my arms were tired of holding my weight. I fell down next to her and struggled to catch my breath. Mayra wasn't any better off. Her eyes were closed, her mouth wide open gasping for air; she even lacked the strength to close her legs and so they laid there open with our mingled juices oozing out of her. That's how we both fell asleep. I woke up to the shower running. I got up and my legs were a bit wobbly. I felt like I could use a shower, but for some reason I decided to change the sheets first. I put on my boxers and as I finished changing the sheets Mayra comes out. "Shower's free." There wasn't much emotion in how she said it. She just stated a fact. In the shower I thought about how she spoke to me and how long she had been doing it. I could always tell by her voice how she was feeling and I wasn't getting anything anymore. I wondered if I had been doing the same to her. I came out and didn't find her in the bedroom. I changed into some casual clothes and found her in the living room. She had been crying. There was a sudden chill throughout my body and then a sharp heavy pain in my chest. Maybe my body knew what was coming before my mind did. It's not like my mind hadn't considered this possibility or even weighed the pros and cons on doing it myself. That didn't mean it made the next words from Mayra any less painful. "Robert, I've been thinking and I know you have too, but I think we should break up..." My Punk Rock Princess "I've wanted you for so long!" she said. "God, I've wanted you too. Every time I saw you were more beautiful than the last time." "Really?" She looked at me with such longing and love in her eyes. I could only hope my eyes conveyed the same. "What do you like about me?" I couldn't believe someone like her would need to here what made her so incredible. "God, where do I begin? When I first saw you at the show so long ago I was just awestruck by your beauty. You were more than hot, more than sexy, you were incredible and got even better when you sang. You're voice was the sweetest I had ever heard. When I was going to pick up those first pair of tickets from you and we were going to meet, I thought I would fall over as soon as I saw you again. Over the past few months as we talked more and I got to know you, I saw just how amazing you really are. What you show on the outside is nothing compared to how mind-bendingly amazing you are." I had clearly giving her more than what she was expecting. I saw her eyes tear up slightly. She held me tight against her and gripped my shirt tightly like she never wanted to let go. "Why didn't you say something sooner?" she said softly as she still held on tight. "How could I have ever approached you and say that out of the blue?" "I think you were right about not being able to find someone new." She gives me a peck on the lips. "Good thing I already found someone so I don't have to meet someone new." We kissed again passionately. Her soft lips against mine were on ravishing each other. We broke our kiss and I began to kiss her neck. She really enjoyed it as she began to sway back and fourth on my lap. I wanted to slide that strap off her shoulder but I was not sure if this was what she wanted me to do. Then my question was answered she began to grind against my crotch. I slipped the strap off her shoulder and then the other and start kissing down her shoulder. She grabs my head and kisses me again. My hands reach down lower to her supple ass. At first I caress her cheeks softly through her dress pretty much giving her a massage. I then get rougher grabbing her hard. She never pulls away. I hike up her dress and lay my hands on her bare ass and again I do the same. She finally stops our kiss and grabs my shirt and pulls it over my head. She begins kissing down my neck down to my chest as she slides off my lap. Her soft lips on my chest were incredible. I savored each individual feeling as her soft, red lips made contact. She kisses her way back up again and stops at my ear. "You want to see my bed?" she whispered seductively in my ear. I didn't need her to draw me a picture. She began to get off me but I held her down and kissed her again then rose to my feet carrying her. She gave me a lustful look as she wrapped her legs around me and I headed towards her room. I entered her room with her holding me tightly and I carefully laid her on her bed and got on top of her. Her legs never lost their grip on my waist. We embraced each other like this for another few minutes until I finally rose to my knees and lifted her along with me. I grabbed her dress and pulled it up over her head. She again embraced me in her bra and thong panties. I roamed her bare back again not able to get enough of the touch of her skin. I reached to unhook her bra and managed to unhook it. Her bra was still caught between us and didn't fall and although I wanted to see her no doubt beautiful breasts I also did not want to break our sensual kiss. She was the one that finally broke our kiss and leaned back revealing her gorgeous breasts to me. She tossed her bra to the side and caressed my face as I took in the sight. I grab her and kiss it and continue up her arm. I get back to her neck as she lies onto her back once again. I begin to kiss down to her clavicle and down her chest between those amazing mounds. I took her left one into my mouth and sucked on her nipple. I flicked my tongue and licked around it. The sounds she was making showed me that she was enjoying it. I switched to her other breast and did the same. I left her nipples hard as I continued to kiss down to her stomach. I slid my fingers under the straps of her thong and slowly started to slide them down her legs. I tossed them to the side and looked upon what I had revealed. She lay there seductively and opened her legs giving me a clear view of her most private regions. I looked upon a beautifully neatly trimmed pussy. Her eyes told me that she wanted me now, but I wanted to savor this. I picked up her legs and put them on my shoulders. I caressed her legs and kissed her fee and began to plant my kisses further up her leg. Her legs were smooth like silk. I was enjoying what I was doing as much as she enjoyed it having done to her. I got to her thighs and I was sure to take more time. She was thrusting her hips slightly signaling where she wanted me to go next. I continued to tease her staying just away from where she wanted those kisses I was planting. I could feel the heat coming from her pussy as I drew nearer. She finally put her hands on my head and led me to where she needed me the most. I licked and caressed her burning pussy and she gave out noises of pleasure. I stuck a finger in as I sucked on her clit. I stuck in another finger and she wrapped her legs around my head. Her thighs like a wonderful vice grip on my head told me she was close and sure enough it wasn't long before her orgasm hit. I always thought that the best sound in the world was her singing but I was wrong. The sounds this girl made while she had an orgasm was incredible. She lay there for a moment reveling in the feeling of the orgasm and then quickly sat up and kissed me. She frantically fumbled with my pants and managed to slide them down and my long present hard on popped up. She grabbed me and actually forced me to lie on the bed. She grabbed hold of my hard-on and sucked it in her mouth. My god she was devouring my cock! Her tongue worked wonders on my swollen dick as she made me feel things I didn't think were possible. I was gonna blow my load and she knew it. She lifted her head and jacked me and looked on and marveled as I came and shot my semen into the air. The sensation was so great I think I went blind for a second. She never stopped stroking me and reached under the bed searching for something. She pulls out a towel and cleans me up. She then begins to devour my now soft prick and quickly makes it hard again. She looks up at me with such lust and crawls up on top of me. She kisses me hard and grinds her crotch on my dick. "I hope your not done yet," she said. "God, with you I don't know how I can be." She lifts her hips and grabs my cock and puts both into position. She lowers herself down upon me. Her pussy was so wet I went in without much struggle. She ever so slowly lowers her self down almost all the way. She then picks herself up slightly and comes down harder impaling herself fully on my cock. She throws her head back and moans and stays still for a while both to get used to the feeling and to enjoy the sensation. She slowly stars going up and down. I grab her hips and make her go faster which she does in earnest. I watch her beautiful breasts bounce up and down. She keeps shifting her weight slightly making my cock go in at different angles to get the best sensation. Soon she was riding me like a bronco bouncing up and down so hard I think her bed almost broke. Luckily for her bed she climaxed and my ears were greeted with those sweet sounds of a woman in ecstasy. She slowed and collapsed on top of me trying to catch her breath. I continued to slowly move my cock in and out of her as I held her close and enjoyed her nude body against mine. "I hope you're not done yet," I said. "I hope I'm not either," she answered. "But you need to do the work now." We rolled on the bed so I was on top, never letting my cock out of her. I started my slow rhythmic thrusts into her. She moaned softly into my ear. Eventually she wrapped those luscious legs around me and helped urge me on. I picked up my pace thrusting harder and harder. She couldn't get enough as I became more forceful. Her third orgasm was building as her arms began to hold me tighter and eventually her nails began to scratch my back as she shook under me. Finally she dug her nails into me as her third orgasm hit. I would have came as well if not for my overwhelming will power to prolong this experience. I gave her time to recover, as she was obviously exhausted. I enjoyed her warm nude body against mine and when I thought she had enough time I flipped her over so I was looking at her gorgeous ass as I pounded her from behind. Her cries of "Oh god yes!" were truly music to my ears. However, she was still weak and she collapsed on the bed. Obviously concerned I leaned forward to see if she was alright. "Are you okay?" I asked. "Please, keep going. Cum inside me please," she said out of breath. I was more than happy to oblige but I wanted to make her cum once more. She was flat on her stomach but I still managed to stuff myself into her and find a rhythm again. She simply laid there and lets me do as I pleased. Her frequent screams of, "Yes!" or "Fuck yes!" told me she liked it. It seems that was all she could do, as she was too tired to move, but she couldn't get enough. I put more of my weight on top of her and increased my pace pounding her sweet tight pussy harder and harder. I wanted her to cum just once more. Just when I thought I would not be able to I saw her clutch at her pillow as her body began to tense up. I pounded faster and faster just building up my own orgasm. Finally she gave out a primal scream as her orgasm hit and I let go as well and grunted along with her as I filled her. "Oh my god" she repeated over and over again. I never pulled out at her as I simply enjoyed the satisfaction of my orgasm and having given several to such a gorgeous woman. I laid down next to her and looked upon my handiwork. She looked more exhausted than anybody I had ever seen before but the smile on her face was priceless. She finally opened her eyes and looked at me with what I can only describe as satisfaction and gratitude. She managed to drag her self close to me and embraced me throwing one leg over me. My hand begins to caress her thigh feeling the goose bumps I had given her. "God... that was... god... how I needed that from you so badly." She said almost breathless. I just smiled at her and kissed her forehead. She held me tighter and blissfully drifted off asleep. I soon dozed off as well completely drained.