1 comments/ 38725 views/ 1 favorites Rocker Girl Ch. 01 By: KenJames The song clattered to a ragged conclusion. In the sudden silence, I realized all the other band members were glaring. Janis looked like she was going to throw a drumstick at me after I'd stepped on her ending. I couldn't blame them. If I'd worked for James Brown, he'd have fined me three weeks pay for all the mistakes I'd made during the last set. I looked out into the hall. There was my problem, a few feet away from the stage. A young man, tall with curly black hair and flashing blue eyes, was sitting with his elbows resting on the back of a chair and his legs spread wide. His name was Kevin. Remembering what he'd done to me during the last break, all I could think about was his tight blue jeans, his open legs and what he had between them. "Dammit, Tracy!" I thought to myself. "Focus!" The applause died down. Even with me fucking up endlessly, we were still pretty damn tight! "Thank you! Thank you so much," Nancy said. "It's so great playing Yellowstone!" She stood up from the digital keyboard we used for a piano, picked up the hand microphone and moved to stage left. "It's past closing time, but we're going to do one more. This is one Tracy and I wrote." I put my guitar in its stand and sat down at the keyboard, desperately trying to concentrate. This was where I got to show off all my years of classical lessons and I didn't want to blow it. Blow it? Stop! "Tracy Neumeyer on piano," Nancy said softly as I began to play. My fingers caressed the cool smooth keys the way they'd stroked the silky warm flesh of Kevin's penis an hour before. I glanced at the phallic microphone on its boom, suspended inches from my lips. Oh no! Somehow, my seething lust made me focus on the music. I attacked the opening passages with gentle ferocity, bringing out the melody line with quiet intensity. It was so erotic! The digital piano was nice, but nothing like the grand in Mom and Dad's living room. I'd never been able to make it sing like this before! I'd stolen the introduction from a Rachmaninov piano concerto. After 32 bars, Jame came in, supporting my piano with string lines from her synthesizer. Gurl joined in with her fretless bass as I began simplifying and emphasizing the beat, moving gracefully from classical to rock. Janis stroked the beat with delicate brushes on the cymbals and snare as Nancy began singing softly and sadly. It's the end of another show We're packing up, it's time to go The crowd is gone, but you're still standing here No time to talk, we've got to load A long long way on down the road Still a chance to snatch some time tonight Jame stepped back from the synthesizer and began playing graceful rhythm guitar chords. Janis switched from brushes to sticks and played a quick fill as we swung into the chorus. You look so good, you are so fine I can't wait to make you mine Be my groupie boy, I'll be your rocker girl Be my groupie boy, I'll be your rocker girl I could feel the dampness of my panties as I touched my lips to the microphone, doubling Nancy's vocal. I knew what Kevin and I were going to be doing after the show. We'd already started. It was hard to believe I'd only met him during the last break. We dropped back to piano, bass, synth strings and soft drums, increasing the intensity but still holding back. Long weeks I've been on the road My guitar is hot, but my bed is cold I really need to have some one tonight Kevin was so unbelievably cute and charming. He was older than me, at least 25 to my 20. The band was taking a long break and I'd gone outside to escape the crowd's heat and noise. It was midsummer, but the air was cool and crisp. We'd spoken casually for a few minutes, then he'd taken my hand and led me out into the darkness. Don't call this a one night stand It's not something that we planned But we've got to grab life as it comes The band slammed into the second chorus, louder and harder this time, all of us singing except Gurl, who was dancing wildly while still playing a perfect bass part. You look so good, you are so fine I can't wait to make you mine Be my groupie boy, I'll be your rocker girl Be my groupie boy, I'll be your rocker girl Kevin and I had walked to a clearing about a hundred yards from the hall. It was a moonless night, dark as black velvet. I'd moved gracefully into his arms and lifted my face to press my lips against his. When our band, Fishnet Barbie, had been booked on a long summer tour, it had seemed like a fantastic opportunity for a group of college music students. Four weeks later, our camaraderie was still wonderful, but I was horny as hell. Janis and Gurl had a white-hot thing going with each other. Nancy could pick up a boy simply by walking through a room. Jame, Nancy's younger sister, was super devoted to her boyfriend, exchanging passionate emails and phone calls with him every day. I was pining away without my lovers Bob and Liz. In their mid-thirties, Bob had spoiled me for boys my age and Liz had turned me on to the joys of woman-woman sex. With our limited privacy, it was even difficult for me to masturbate. My best opportunities were in the shower, but I always felt hurried. Someone would want to use the bathroom and I'd be interrupted as I approached orgasm. Once, I'd gotten up before dawn and locked myself into the van with my vibrator. I'd screamed as I brought myself off over and over. Finally satisfied, I looked out the windshield at the rapidly-lightening sky. I cried out in surprise when I saw the man who cleaned the pool standing in front of the van with his stiff cock sticking out of his pants. He continued stroking himself as he stared into my eyes, spurting after a few seconds. He stood there exposed for a long time before zipping up and walking leisurely away. The experience had scared me so badly that I hadn't tried masturbating in the van again. Jame followed the chorus with a burning synthesizer lead, simultaneously evoking an electric guitar and a saxophone, while I hammered the rhythm on the piano. When she'd finished her solo, we all continued singing into the next verse. We'll lock the door, leave on the lights We'll make love all through the night Passion building up to ecstasy Passion building up to ecstasy As our mouths had opened in a blazing-hot tongue kiss, I'd wrapped my arms around Kevin's back, flattening my breasts with their already-hardening nipples against his chest. His hands had slid down to my buttocks, pulling our lower bodies together. I felt his hardness straining against the fabric of his jeans. He'd lifted me effortlessly and placed me on the picnic table in the middle of the clearing. I'd settled on my back, lifted my skirt and opened my legs, aching for his cock. I played a swift piano run up to the bridge. Jame brought in a soft organ sound as Nancy sang the bridge alone. Janis and Gurl held the rhythm while I stood up and strapped on my guitar. I don't want to think about tomorrow Come on Baby, let's go light a fire With the dawn, I know there will be sorrow Let's just live the night and our desire Kevin had put his hands on my breasts, squeezing them and pinching my nipples with the slight roughness he instinctively knew I liked. "Oh God!" I'd whispered. I was already so wet. "Fuck me!" "I'm going to fuck you silly," he'd answered calmly. "But it's not going to be a quickie on a picnic table. You're coming home with me and we're going to do it right." He'd positioned his head between my thighs. "Right now, I'm just going to give you a little taste." Jame started an aggressive rhythm guitar part as we all sang the next verse together. Make your body melt with mine Make our heart-strings play in time For this moment, we're not two, just one For this moment, we're not two, just one "You're so hot," Kevin had whispered, briefly lifting his face after kissing my crotch through the soaked fabric of my panties. I played a brief guitar solo, just eight bars, to jack up the intensity. Kevin had pulled my panties aside and kissed up and down my vulva, gently nibbling my outer lips. I'd unbuttoned my blouse, pulled it open and started kneading my breasts and pinching my erect nipples. He'd continued teasing me for what seemed like an eternity. I'd screamed with excitement when he'd finally opened me and pressed the tip of his stiff tongue into my vagina. "Not so loud," he'd whispered. "There are a lot of people around." It had been really hard to keep quiet while he'd continued making love to me. He'd run his tongue in slow circles around my inner lips, occasionally pausing to stroke my clit hood, tickle my urethral entrance or probe my vagina. My juices had been steadily flowing from my pussy down my ass crack and onto the back of my skirt, although I hadn't realized that at the time. It was lucky the skirt was made of dark fabric so the stain wasn't too obvious. He'd finally stopped the slow erotic torture and thrust his tongue's entire length into my pussy. I'd had to fight to restrain loud gasps of pleasure as he slithered around inside my slick walls and lapped my copious fluids. "My clit," I'd whispered. My sensitive little bud had emerged from its hood and was standing fully erect. I hadn't been able to restrain a loud gasp when Kevin had touched it with the tip of his tongue. While licking my clit, he'd inserted a finger into my pussy. Sensing my readiness, he'd added a second finger, thrusting them in and out and occasionally hooking up to catch my G-spot. As he finger-fucked me, he'd clamped his lips around my clit and sucked it. I'd drifted through the sea of stars over my head, lost in the erotic sensations. The sky had suddenly exploded as I slipped into an intense orgasm. "That was just a sample," Kevin had assured me as he'd assisted me to my feet and helped me rearrange my clothes. We'd kissed again, pressing our bodies together tightly. I could feel his incredibly swollen penis through our clothes. "Take your cock out," I'd demanded. "You're going to be late," he'd warned. "I don't care. I want to feel it." He'd unzipped quickly and I'd bent down to kiss his stiff pole, running my lips and tongue over his silky flesh. I'd wanted to stay there forever, but I knew the girls would be impatient. "You go on," Kevin had said after I'd finally pulled away. "It'll take me a little while to get this to go down and put it back in my pants." The band had already started when I got back to the hall. Jame, who wasn't comfortable playing lead guitar, had looked particularly pissed off. They'd ended the improvised song as I stepped onto the stage. The audience had applauded with surprising enthusiasm. "Thank you," Nancy had said, speaking to the audience while glaring at me. "That was one of ours – 'The Bitch is Lost Blues.'" I'd known it was going to be a long time before the girls let me forget about this. We dropped the instruments out, leaving Nancy to sing the second bridge unaccompanied, her voice rich with passion and longing. I won't say I've never done this I don't dare to call it love There is something here that's far beyond us Breaking through into another world I glanced at my effects box on the floor, checking the settings, then stepped forward. As soon as Nancy had sung the last word, I hit the long sliding note that started my solo. It's a long solo, sixty-four bars, all composed, loosely based on the Rachmaninov theme I'd used for the introduction. Nancy sat at the piano and played rhythm, freeing Jame to double some of my lines on synthesizer. It's always my best solo, crackling with erotic energy and building to an orgasmic climax. Tonight, my desperate lust pushed it to a new level. Half of the dancers had stopped to stare at me. Several men had erections. Kevin was standing up, unconsciously pressing his hand against his crotch. Women were clinging to their men. Two pairs of women were holding each other. So were three men. Although standing almost totally motionless, I was fucking my guitar, putting my entire body and soul into the performance. I'd abandoned the composed line, letting the music continue to build. The guitar was alive in my arms, making love to me. The strings were erogenous zones and every finger motion brought us closer to climax. "Keep going," Nancy said, switching to an electric piano sound to increase the intensity. Jame played rhythm guitar while watching me with an expression of naked lust. The guitar and I finally came, on stage, in front of all those people. I was dizzy for a moment, riding on the orgasmic rush. I stopped for a beat to catch my breath, then went into the solo's sadly sweet final bars. Jame and I played soft rhythm parts as Nancy stood up and resumed singing. The sun is up, it's time to go Just one more kiss to let you know How good last night and you have been for me Maybe I'll be back this way Maybe I'll have time to stay Maybe love you more than my guitar Thank you boy, I won't forget I'm so grateful that we met Remember that you have this gypsy's heart We slowed the tempo and I played a final brief solo to set up the last chorus. You were so good, you were so fine I'm so glad I made you mine You're my groupie boy, I'm your rocker girl Yeah, you're my lover boy, I'm your lover girl We swelled the music, then faded. The crowd was standing still and silent, staring at the band. Nancy waited two measures, then sang the final line unaccompanied, slowly and sweetly. Remember that you have this gypsy's heart She dropped her arm holding the microphone to her side and stood motionless. The crowd was silent for a few seconds, then burst into wild applause. "Thank you," she said after the noise had finally died down. "You've been a wonderful audience. We're Fishnet Barbie. We'll be playing at the Old Faithful Inn all next week. We hope you'll come see us. Thanks again and good night." As the audience was drifting out, Nancy went to the digital recorder that doubled as our mixing board, plugged in headphones and spot-checked the playback. "'Groupie Boy' is so good!" she exclaimed as she started burning a backup disk. "It is so on the CD! Now Tracy, what the hell happened to . . . Oh!" Kevin had just stepped onto the stage and I was already melting into his arms. "Now I see why Tracy was so distracted," Nancy purred, beaming at Kevin. "You'll have to wait for a little while. We have to load out. The people who run this place want to lock up and go home." Moving with practiced efficiency, we dismantled the stage setup and stowed the equipment and instruments in their cases. As we were preparing to load the trailer, Nancy asked, "Are you taking the passion pit tonight?" The band always rented two connected motel rooms with two double beds each. We'd told our parents that the arrangement saved money and only required two girls to share a bed. In practice, whoever got lucky claimed one room and the rest of us took the other. Jame locked herself in the private room to call her boyfriend every night and emerged looking dreamy and occasionally rumpled. Janis and Gurl usually took the passion pit while Nancy and I shared a bed. Jame preferred being alone. When Nancy was with a boy, Jame and I slept in one bed, trying to ignore Janis and Gurl's love sounds. They tried to be quiet, but always got carried away. One night, I masturbated carefully while listening to them, trying not to disturb Jame. I'd finally collapsed, only partially satisfied. Jame acted like she was asleep, but I was sure she knew what I was doing. Liz was my only woman, although I'd played with my girlfriends in my early teens, before we discovered boys. I wished Jame was into girls. I'd kissed her once and she'd responded briefly, then pulled away, obviously agitated. I wanted to join the lovers in their bed, but I couldn't summon the nerve. It took me a long time to fall asleep. "No," I answered. "Kevin has a place." Like the band, Kevin had a cabin at the Old Faithful Lodge. The hall wasn't very far from the cabins, so Kevin and I decided to walk. At Yellowstone's altitude, the nights are cold, even in summer. It would be near freezing before dawn. I hadn't brought my coat, so I was glad to have Kevin's body pressed against mine as we walked arm in arm past Old Faithful. There was a sudden rumbling. We stopped and turned to watch the geyser as it ejaculated a tall column of steam and boiling water into the cold night air. We were downwind and the hot mist warmed us briefly. "Gives you ideas, doesn't it?" I asked when it was over. "Actually, it makes me feel inadequate." "Don't worry Baby," I giggled. "You'll get over that really fast." I shivered suddenly. The wet mist had lost its heat and the damp intensified the effects of the night air and wind. "Come on, I'm really getting cold now." * * * * * * * * * * Copyright © 2005 by Ken James All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual people is coincidental. This story depicts a world in which AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases are non-existent. In the real world, please practice safe sex. Please contact me. I love getting feedback and reply to every message. Many thanks to Wayde for his constant love and support. * * * * * * * * * * Rocker Girl Ch. 02 In the cabin, we stood in front of the space heater with our bodies pressed together. Our shivering quickly ceased and a different kind of heat began building between us. We kissed. "Your nipples are so hard," Kevin whispered when he finally pulled his lips away from mine. "You have the most wonderful breasts." I'd been self-conscious about my body until I'd met Bob and Liz. They'd convinced me I was striking and attractive, rather than ungainly and ugly, too tall and thin with a plain face and tiny tits. I'm 5' 10" and quietly muscular, with a tiny waist and flat stomach. I have straight shoulder length blonde hair and pale white skin. My eyes are pale blue, set in a square German face which Bob describes as "beautiful, rather than conventionally pretty." Whatever. He and Liz like it and that's good enough for me. Kevin was fondling my breasts, which were the size and shape of half-baseballs, with little upturned nipples that always seemed to be erect. "You've got something big and hard yourself, Mister," I replied, gripping his buttocks and grinding my crotch against his. "Something wonderful that you're about to give me." I sank to my knees and reached for his zipper. "I love opening gifts," I purred, pulling the zipper down and reaching into his jeans. It took a moment to free his penis, which snapped to full stiffness as soon as it was liberated. For good measure, I removed his swollen balls from his tight pants. "You are so beautiful," I said, pausing to admire his newly-exposed genitals, then moving my gaze to contemplate his flat belly, muscular chest, bulging arms and ruggedly handsome face. "The boy toys are pretty nice, too." I wanted to take his entire turgid length into my mouth and have him start violently fucking my face, but I decided to hold back and build the tension gradually. I touched the tip of my tongue to the base of his balls and slowly ran it up and down the seam between his testicles. Kevin gripped the back of my head and gently pulled my face to his balls. I alternated between licking them with my flat tongue, kissing them and sucking them part way into my mouth. After I'd teased us for a while, I noticed a new taste. A steady stream of pre-cum was flowing down his swollen shaft and running onto his balls. With my tongue, I followed the stream back up to his tip. He moaned as I wrapped my lips around his cock head. His hands tightened around my head and I sensed his nearly-overwhelming compulsion to drive into my mouth and down my throat. Somehow, he managed to hold back. He removed his hands from my head and rested them lightly on my shoulders as I kissed and licked his penis. I tenderly explored his silky-smooth flesh with my mouth and tongue, gently teasing him at first, but finally kneading his balls and gripping his shaft while running my tight wet lips rapidly over his cock head and taking his length into my mouth. His balls tightened and his penis was throbbing. I continued my eager sucking, desperate to taste and feel his hot juice flooding my mouth and throat. Kevin had other plans. He pushed me roughly away from his cock and pulled me to my feet. With trembling fingers, he unbuttoned my blouse and unfastened my skirt, letting it fall to the floor. I wasn't wearing a bra. He caressed my bare breasts briefly, then carried me across the room and threw me onto the bed. An instant later, he was on top of me, pulling my panties aside and pressing his cock against the mouth of my dripping snatch. "God! Fuck!! Yeah!!!" I screamed as he took me roughly. "Fuck me like an animal! Oh, I need . . . Oh God!" My back arched, lifting our joined bodies off the bed. Kevin continued fucking me through my orgasm. "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" I gasped when I could speak again. "That cum was so good! Your big man cock fucking my cunt . . . So good, so . . . Oooh!!" I was cumming again, even harder this time. Kevin was bellowing like a wild beast as he shot jet after jet of blazing-hot fluid into my eager pussy. We finally collapsed together in a tangle of clothes and co-mingled body fluids. His limp body was heavy but I enjoyed the sensation of his weight trapping me and pressing me into the bed. "Wow! That was so good," I whispered when I could speak again. "Just the fuck I needed." "I'm glad to hear that," he answered, lifting himself on his elbows and kissing me tenderly. "Am I better than your guitar?" "You make Old Faithful seem inadequate. It feels so good lying here with your body on mine and your cock still inside me." Kevin's penis remained hard as we lay together, gradually recovering from the violence of our coupling. I moved my hips gently and slowly worked my vaginal muscles to keep him stimulated with his wonderful hardness trapped inside my body. "I'm not hurting you, am I?" I asked. Bob had taught me that men are often hyper-sensitive after climax. "No," he answered. "It feels fantastic." He began moving, slowly at first but with rapidly increasing velocity until he was thrusting into me, slamming his body against mine hard enough to make the bed shake. I wrapped my legs around his waist and dug my fingernails into his back, clinging to him as he pushed me to another fantastic orgasm. When I'd spent myself, Kevin rolled over onto his back, carrying me with him so my body was lying on top of his, still impaled on his cock. He gradually softened and shrank. I sighed when he finally slipped out. "I guess that had to happen," I whispered ruefully, "but I'd like to keep you inside me forever." "Don't worry baby," he answered calmly. "I'll be back. I couldn't shoot this time, but I'll have another load for you in a little while." "Great!" I kissed him passionately, then moved to a kneeling position, straddling his chest. I slipped a finger into my wet pussy to coat it with the juices inside, moved the finger to my mouth, then sucked it. "That tastes so good," I said, dipping my finger again and placing it against Kevin's lips. "Yeah," Kevin replied. "My cum and your pussy juice. It's great, but I'd rather taste it directly." He pulled me up his body so my vulva was over his face and ate me out enthusiastically, driving me to another spectacular orgasm. Afterwards, I lay on his body, kissing him and licking my juices from his face. "You are so good," I whispered. "Just like a dream. A wet dream." My lust temporarily satisfied, I suddenly became aware of another biological pressure. "Oops, I need a bathroom break. I'll be back in a minute." I stood up and removed my sweaty rumpled blouse and panties. I looked for a place to put them, than shrugged and dropped them on the floor. As I headed for the bathroom, Kevin got up, undressed and settled back on the bed. As I finished emptying my bladder, I heard a key in the lock and the outside door opening. An unfamiliar male voice said, "What a trip! I'm horny as hell after all that hiking and really need my ass fucked. I sure am glad you're ready for me." There was a heavy thump as something hit the floor. "Dennis, this isn't a good time," Kevin answered. "Oh!" The other man had obviously just seen my clothes scattered on the floor. I flushed the toilet, stood up and walked into the bedroom. Kevin was still lying naked on the bed. Another man was standing by the door with a big backpack and frame lying by his feet. He looked like Kevin, only two years younger and with a few days growth of beard. Both men looked embarrassed. "Tracy, this is my brother Dennis . . ." Kevin began. "And you fuck his ass," I interrupted. "Does he fuck yours, too?" "Well, yeah," Kevin admitted. Dennis had picked up his backpack and was reaching for the door. "I'd better let you two work this out," he said. "It was nice to meet you, Tracy." "Not so fast," I said. "What makes you think I'm mad?" "Well . . ." "I know Kevin likes girls," I continued. "He sure wasn't faking it tonight. How about you, Dennis? Do you swing both ways, too?" I could already feel my nipples swelling and juices flowing. Dennis had obviously seen what was happening to my body because his expression was changing from shock to lust. "Yeah," he answered unnecessarily. "You'll probably think this is kinky," I said, "but I'd like to try two men at once." I walked over to Dennis and pressed my body against his. He wrapped his arms around my back as we kissed. I was aware of his heavy male musk from several days of backpacking, but I found it intensely erotic. He was as good at kissing as Kevin. I was fascinated by his beard, with his whiskers just long enough to be soft, and couldn't stop rubbing my cheeks against his. I could hardly wait to feel his face between my thighs. I pulled away just enough to get my hands between our bodies, unfastened his belt, opened his blue jeans and let them fall down around his ankles. He wasn't wearing any underwear. Dennis' thick penis and heavy matching testicles were as beautiful as his brother's. He grew stiff as I caressed his balls, admiring their size and weight. "What a lovely cock," I purred as I bent over to kiss his tip. "I'm going to have fun playing with it." I licked the clear fluid that was already oozing from his cum hole before continuing. "There's something I want first, though. I've never seen two men having sex. I want to watch you and Kevin." It only took Dennis moments to strip. Then he startled me by pushing me up against the wall, flattening my breasts against his chest and pressing his cock head against the mouth of my vagina. "Are you sure that's what you want, instead of this?" he growled. My world narrowed to the pressure of his body against mine. My hands closed on his buttocks and I prepared to pull his hardness into me. Then I froze for long seconds, trapped by conflicting desires. "Oh God!" I finally breathed. "Fuck me. Now. Hard!" I pushed my pelvis forward and he slid smoothly into me. I wanted animal sex and that's what Dennis gave me. He drove his swollen cock into my hungry snatch aggressively, slamming his balls against my pussy lips and clawing at my breasts, intent on satisfying his seething lust. The impact of his body against mine shook the wall behind me. He should have cum within seconds, but he continued fucking me for minute after wonderful long minute. My fingers raked his back and buttocks, leaving scratches. If my fingernails weren't so short, I would have drawn blood. I came over and over as he pounded me, finally building to his own primal ejaculation. The world blurred as I felt him shooting inside me. The next thing I knew, I was lying in the middle of the bed, between the brothers. We were all naked and sweaty. They were both running gentle hands over my body. I kissed one, then the other. "That was really great," I said. "Now, are you guys ready to put on a show for me?" I looked from Kevin to Dennis and back. Both brothers were grinning. "The woman is insatiable," Kevin said. "You wanted Kevin to fuck you," I said to Dennis. "I've never seen a man fucking another man's ass." "Sounds good to me," Kevin chimed in. "I'm ready for some hot male ass." Dennis immediately rolled onto his back, lifting his butt into the air and spreading his legs. His cock was already magnificently stiff and his exposed rosebud was so pretty and inviting that I could barely resist the temptation to bury my tongue in it. "Well brother," he asked, "are you ready to fuck me?" "Is that it?" I asked. "You're just going to stick it in?" I was kneeling at the head of the bed, watching Kevin press his cock-head between his brother's buttocks. "I want to see more than that." My nipples were hard and my pubic mound was slick with fresh juices. "She's right," Dennis said, pulling away from Kevin. "It'll take a while for the old man to get it up anyway." "Old man!" Kevin shouted. Dennis leaped from the bed. Kevin chased him around the room. The brothers wrestled briefly and Dennis ended up pinned on the floor with Kevin's stiff cock in his mouth. "Little cocksucker brother!" Kevin exclaimed. "I love fucking his face. It'd be easy to shoot my load in his mouth right now." I was standing over the men, looking down. I fell back onto the bed, my upper body propped on my elbows and my spread legs hanging over the edge. "Eat my pussy," I commanded. "Taste how hot you've gotten me." Kevin was first, then Dennis. The feel of his four-day beard between my thighs was even sexier than I'd imagined. Both men sucked my juices, then Kevin licked my tits while Dennis tongue-fucked my cunt and rubbed my clit until I came, splashing my juices onto his face. This time, I didn't object when Dennis got onto his back and Kevin prepared to fuck him. His exposed asshole was beautiful under his stiff cock and bulging balls. Kevin lubricated his penis and pressed his tip against Dennis' hole. "God! Little brother has a tight asshole!" Kevin gasped. I pinched my swollen nipples as I watched his cock slowly slide home. Buttocks are so exciting! Even under clothes, watching those muscular mounds of flesh undulate as a man or woman walks gets me hot. I remembered Bob and Liz, my far-away lovers. They had such beautiful naked asses! I'd cum so many times watching Bob's buttocks flex and relax as he drove his cock into Liz. I'd seen her butt muscles working as she fucked Bob's ass with a strap-on. This was the first time I'd seen the cute tight puckered little hole between a man's buttocks pierced and filled with another man's stiff cock. It was so different from fingers or dildos and even more erotic! I had a quiet orgasm as Kevin's balls pressed against Dennis' butt. "Fuck me, big brother!" Dennis moaned. I was kneeling with my legs spread, watching Dennis' cock throb as Kevin fucked his ass. I came again, just from pinching and twisting my nipples. Kevin was driving harder and faster. He wrapped his lubricated fingers around Dennis' penis and rhythmically stroked it. Staring at the brothers writhing on the bed, I moved my hands from my breasts, sliding my middle left finger unto my vagina. I put my right hand fingers on either side of my clitoris and began rubbing vigorously. I came while Kevin screamed and hammered Dennis' butt. "Did you shoot up his ass?" I asked when Kevin pulled out. "No," he answered. "We're going to do something else. Get on your back." A moment later, Kevin was on his hands and knees over me and I was watching Dennis' cock slide into Kevin's asshole. He finger-fucked me while Dennis fucked his ass. Kevin's stiff prick was swaying inches above my face. I caught it in my hand and stroked it. "I'm gonna . . ." Kevin said as I saw the first jet of cum burst from his tip. The thick liquid stung as it struck me in the eye, but I continued watching him spurt in fascination. The rest of his juice splashed against my chin and neck. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Dennis was crying. He pushed Kevin aside and straddled me, stroking his cock. Kevin moved between my legs, driving two fingers into my snatch and sucking my clit. "Fuck, I'm cumming . . ." Dennis gasped. I looked down and watched him spray thick cum onto my breasts. Then I twisted my head back and opened my mouth. He thrust his spurting cock between my lips and I clamped him, sucking the rest of his hot male fluid. Kevin was making me cum, too! I settled on the bed between the brothers, cuddled in their arms. The world became warm and fuzzy for a while. Later, my body had cooled and I was starting to shiver. The men woke up as soon as I stirred. "Let's go take a shower," Dennis suggested. It was crowded with three of us in the shower stall, but that made it even more fun. The steamy caress of the water and the soap-slick hands sliding over our bodies was intensely erotic. The men got really hard, pulled me out of the shower and bent me over the counter in front of the mirror. Kevin and Dennis took turns behind me, kissing my neck and back, licking my pussy and butt, and eventually fucking me. It was wild watching us in the mirror, one brother slowly masturbating while the other screwed me. They switched at random, starting gently but eventually taking me with rapid violent thrusts. My little tits bounced as I pushed back with one hand to avoid being driven into the mirror and my other hand played with my nipples and clit. I came at least a half-dozen times. Kevin was plunging his cock into my pussy. I could sense him getting close when Dennis slid a lubricated finger up my asshole. I came again as Kevin's hot cum shot into my cunt. He kissed my back, pulled out and stepped away. Dennis instantly moved behind me and pressed his penis between my buttocks. "Yeah," I whispered. "Come in my back door." He lubricated his penis and pressed it against my rosebud. I pushed back, moaning with pleasure as his cock slid smoothly into me. Kevin fingered my snatch and rubbed my clitoris while Dennis butt-fucked me. I watched myself cum in the mirror while Dennis squirted in my ass. I was suddenly overcome with warm weariness. The brothers half-carried me to bed. It felt so good lying between them. It was like being back home with Bob and Liz. I fell asleep almost instantly. * * * * * * * * * * Copyright © 2005 by Ken James All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual people is coincidental. This story depicts a world in which AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases are non-existent. In the real world, please practice safe sex. Please contact me. I love getting feedback and reply to every message. Many thanks to Wayde for his constant love and support. * * * * * * * * * * Rocker Girl Ch. 03 It was late when we woke up Sunday morning. I almost cried in frustration when the boys told me they had to check out in an hour. They didn't have to be back at work, but Yellowstone was crowded and they'd only been able to get the room for a few days. Kevin went to the desk and came back looking glum. No rooms. I already had a plan. "You can stay in one of our rooms," I said, after making a quick phone call. "Nancy might want to join in, though. Are you all right with that?" The poles in the boys' pants told me that was a silly question. A few moments later, I was on my hands and knees, sucking Kevin's cock. Dennis lifted my skirt, pulled my panties aside and fucked me from behind. I came as he was shooting inside my pussy. I sucked our mixed juices from Dennis' still-hard cock as Kevin ate me to one orgasm and fucked me to another climax before cumming inside me. Dennis went down on me, making me come again. The band wasn't playing Sunday night, so we spent most of the day walking around. I love sight-seeing, although I usually pay more attention to men and women than to the scenery. This time, I was focused on the brothers but was aware that a lot of people were looking at us enviously. My nipples stayed hard and my panties remained wet all day. With the mountains surrounding Yellowstone, night falls early, even in summer. We arrived at the passion pit three hours after dark. The band was in the other room of the suite. The communicating door was closed, but we could hear them rehearsing, Jame on acoustic guitar, Gurl with her electric bass unplugged, Janis whacking a practice pad, and Nancy playing an old Yamaha home keyboard. We were kissing passionately before the outside door had swung shut. I reluctantly pulled myself away. "I need to talk to the girls." Nancy came back with me. "I'm so glad Tracy has decided to share," she purred after looking the brothers over. Nancy can do the Marilyn Monroe thing - project sexiness at will. She had it cranked for Dennis and Kevin and I could sense their heat. I wished I had a dick so I could fuck her senseless. She didn't do girls often, but Nancy loved causing wet panties as well as stiff dicks. She was built like Marilyn Monroe, too. Tall, 5' 8", solid athletic body, wide hips, muscular buttocks, D-cup breasts that only sagged slightly when she removed her bra, curly light brown hair running halfway down her back, and a thick triangle of brown pubic hair above her shaved pussy. Seeing her naked always got me hot. I stepped back into the room with the band. "We already know," Gurl said, giving me an exaggerated thumbs-up. "Rock on, Babes!" I blew her a kiss before closing the connecting door. "Yummy!" Nancy said, kissing Dennis and then Kevin. "How are we going to do this?" she asked, turning to me. "One on one and trade men later?" "Let's just improvise," I answered. "I want to watch the boys play with you." The brothers pressed their bodies against Nancy, making an instant hot sexual sandwich. Kevin kissed her while Dennis stroked her hair. She stood motionless while they moved down, gradually undressing her, massaging her shoulders and back, caressing her breasts, kissing her navel and buttocks, rubbing her front and back thighs, finally taking turns eating her pussy and ass until she screamed and came. I sat in the big upholstered chair, staring at Dennis, Kevin and Nancy. I've been a voyeur since my early teens, when I spied on my parents making love. I'd frequently fantasized about watching Nancy with a lover. My nipples were already swollen when I unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it open. They grew even harder as I pulled and twisted them. I lifted my skirt, removed my panties and rubbed my inner thighs. My closed mound was already slick with my juices. The men undressed quickly. Kevin lay on his back on one of the double beds and Nancy straddled him. They kissed briefly, then Nancy spiked her pussy on his stiff cock. Continuing to play with my nipples, I slid two fingers up my snatch and rubbed my clit with my thumb while I watched them hump. "Holy Fuck! You're really good!" Nancy exclaimed. Deciding I needed more than my fingers, I impulsively leaped up and ran into the other room. The girls were startled to see me wild-eyed, with my open blouse, bobbing breasts and erect nipples. I snatched the vibrator from my suitcase, ran back into the passion pit, removed my skirt and knelt on the unoccupied double bed. Dennis was kneeling behind Nancy, working two fingers in and out of her butt as Kevin continued fucking her pussy. I positioned the vibrator between my legs. Nancy screamed softly as Dennis' cock slid into her asshole. "God, that's good!" she whispered. I'd named my vibrator "Super Bob," much to my real Bob's amusement. It was eight inches long and two inches thick, with prominent veins, bulging balls and a dramatically-flaring head. I switched Super Bob on low and slipped him up my cunt. I moved him around slowly while stroking my clit as I stared at the men double-fucking my best friend. The girls followed me. Janis and Gurl came first. Jame continued playing guitar in the other room for several minutes before joining us. She stood still at the back of the room with her arms folded across her chest. I'd never had sex in front of my band mates and I suddenly realized everyone was looking at me. Kevin, Nancy and Dennis stared from the adjoining bed. Her big tits were rolling with her body motion as she rode the brothers' cocks. Gurl was standing in front of Janis, who was playing with Gurl's nipples through her tank top as they watched. Wide-eyed, Jame was taking everything in. We were as close as sisters in Fishnet Barbie. I was suddenly intimidated and embarrassed by my sisters seeing me masturbate. Erotic inertia made me continue moving Super Bob around my pussy. I pushed him in deep and the ridge at his base pressed against my swollen clit, triggering a mini-orgasm. A wave of heat flashed over my body and my senses became hyper-acute. I felt the focused lust of all the women. "Musically, we're already lovers," I thought. "Why not make it physical?" I switched the vibrator speed to medium and clamped it in place with my pussy muscles, moving both hands to my breasts. Gurl and Janis had stripped and were standing face to face, fondling each other's breasts as they watched the action on the two beds. The two women looked perfectly matched, although they were very different physically. Gurl was a small body builder, 5' 2", her C-cup breasts and muscular buttocks large on her slender frame, pale skin, natural blond hair dyed a brilliant yellow, short on the sides and collar-length in back, totally shaved pubic hair, and chrome studs in her navel, tongue, nipples and clit hood. Onstage, she's nearly dwarfed by her bass. Janis was a buxom Hispanic woman. With Nancy's size and build, she dominates her drums. She had rich olive skin, thick black shoulder-length hair, and a lush pubic thatch. Each woman had a single identical tattoo on her right shoulder. It looked like a Chinese character, but was actually a highly-stylized intertwined "J" and "G." Janis had designed it. Nancy was moaning and writhing between the men. "Oh Gawd! I'm cumming!!" she screamed. The men had to hold her upright during her long violent orgasm. "Keep going!" she gasped as soon as she was able to speak. Kevin and Dennis had fucked her to several more climaxes when she shouted, "Oh God Kevin, shoot in my cunt! OH DENNIS! My ass! Oh! Cum boys! Shoot your hot . . . Oh God! . . . cunt . . . cum . . . ass . . . cummmmiiiinnngggg!" I'd already had several orgasms. Now, Super Bob was on high and I was slamming him into my snatch. I came along with Nancy. Finally spent, I collapsed onto the bed. Nancy was still limp when the brothers carried her over to my bed. The men lay down together and started stroking each other's cocks. Gurl and Janis stood at the foot of the bed, fingering each others' pussies while they watched. Jame moved closer. Nancy sat up on the side of the bed. I discarded my rumpled blouse and joined her. She stiffened when I put a hand on her thigh, but quickly relaxed. Moments later, she turned and kissed me, a long open-mouth kiss. Our hands found each other's breasts. Hers were so big and firm, a wonderful weight in my palms. Dennis lay on his back and Kevin lowered himself onto his brother's cock, slowly riding it as he stroked his own member. "Take that big fucker up your ass!" Gurl cried approvingly. She was slowly grinding her pelvis as Janis thrust two fingers into her hot wet snatch. I pushed Nancy down on the bed and kissed her breasts. She moaned and her erect nipples grew even harder as I sucked them. Eventually, she guided my face to her crotch. A thick triangle of dark pubic hair decorated the area above her hairless vulva, which was shiny with mixed male and female juices. Nancy's big brown outer lips were all puffy and tempting. "Oh yeah!" she whispered when I caught them between my lips, nibbled and pulled. She played with her swollen tits while I pulled her open and slipped my tongue into her pussy. Her juices were overflowing, but I could still taste Kevin's cum. Gurl had been finger-fucking Janis. She suddenly ran from the room, returning a moment later with an elaborate strap-on. "I bet Nancy would like the girl with something extra," she said. Nancy and I both grinned and nodded. "Do you need help putting it on?" It was the same model Liz and I used, a sturdy leather harness supporting a large outward-facing dildo and inward-facing vaginal and anal probes. "Sure," I answered, looking innocent. "All of it?" Gurl asked. I nodded. "The butt plug is the hardest part . . ." She giggled at what she'd just said. "Turn around and bend over." She pressed a lubricated finger against my rosebud and was surprised when it slid in so easily. "I think you're ready," Gurl said, looking at me with knowing eyes as she picked up the harness. She worked the anal plug for several minutes, making me cum, before it snapped into place. "Now your pussy . . . that's easy, you're so wet . . . and the straps. Good! You're really hot with a cock. You can fuck my holes any time." "Oww!" Gurl cried as Janis slapped her ass. "My sugar comes first," she added, moving into Janis' arms. "Cums and cums! And makes me cum just as hard." They kissed passionately. I stroked my erection, moving the probes in my pussy and ass, as I watched the lovers. Kevin lifted himself off his brother's cock. As all the girls watched, Dennis bent over and spread his muscular buttocks. "Just a second," Gurl said, grabbing Kevin's stiff prick. "I want to help." She squirted lubricant into the palm of her hand, then stroked his shaft and ran slick fingers over his head until he started to throb. At the same time, Janis slid lubricated fingers up Dennis' asshole and stroked his penis. "Fuck you boys," Gurl and Janis tenderly whispered in unison, still fondling the brothers' bodies as Kevin slid into Dennis. Nancy was sitting on the bed with her back against the headboard, playing with her nipples. She'd watched Gurl fitting me into the strap-on intently. "My girl's got a beautiful cock, too!" she exclaimed, getting on her hands and knees. Her buttocks were open, revealing her tender rosebud, and her pussy was hot and juicy. The strap-on's dildo was eight inches long and two inches thick. She moaned in pleasure as I slowly slipped it into her snatch. "Fuck! It's so big!" she cried reverently. The triple-pronged strap-on was wonderful! It was fucking my pussy and ass every time I moved the big dildo in Nancy's cunt. She was rocking on her hands and knees, pushing me to drive into her harder and faster. "Fucking rocks!" Gurl exclaimed as she got onto the bed, kneeling beside Nancy and me. "Boys fucking boys. Girls fucking girls. Fucking great!" She had one hand on Nancy's breast and the other on my buttock. Janis got on our other side and fondled us the same way. "Fuck me Tracy!" Nancy screamed. "I'm . . . CUMMMIIINNGGG!!" I was cumming too as I continued thrusting violently into her cunt, dizzily exulting in fucking my best friend to orgasm. I wished I could feel her snatch muscles clutching my cock. We came over and over as I drove the dildo into her. Finally exhausted, we moved into each other's arms, kissing tenderly. Janis and Gurl were beside us on the bed, making out. Gurl had her hand between Janis' legs, doing something that made the other woman scream orgasmically. Kevin had stopped fucking Dennis and the brothers were sitting on their bed, watching us. Jame was still staring from the back of the room. "Tracy . . ." Nancy whispered her request so softly I didn't believe I'd understood her. "You really want . . ." "Yeah! Fuck my ass. Please!" Gurl, Janis, Dennis and Kevin gathered to watch as Nancy rolled onto her back, lifting her butt into the air. Janis' vulva and Gurl's hand were shiny with lubricant. Janis' areolas were unbelievably swollen. "Now Baby!" Nancy moaned. "Please." Juice was leaking from her pussy and running down between her buttocks. Super Bob was lying beside Nancy's head. I picked him up and positioned his flared head outside Nancy's vulva. She grabbed him, rammed his length up her snatch and turned the vibration on high. "Do it now!" she begged. Gurl smeared lubricant on my dildo. "Go!" she commanded, pushing me toward Nancy. I'd seen Dennis fuck her ass earlier, but the dildo was a lot bigger than his penis. I pressed my cock-head against her rosebud. Nancy screamed with pleasure as I slowly entered her. "You love it, Baby," I said. "You love me fucking your hot sweet ass." I wanted to be gentle, but it was hard to resist my desire to pound her ferociously. Super Bob was deep in Nancy's cunt and the dildo was transmitting his vibrations to my pussy, clit and asshole. Suddenly I was a man, feeling her anal muscles gripping my flesh and blood cock as I drove into her, pushing ever harder and faster, until I sprayed hot cum up her butt. Still hard, I continued fucking her, cumming over and over. Janis suddenly exclaimed, "Yeah! Fuck my ass!" She was bent over with Kevin behind her. "Fuck my ass!" she moaned over and over. "Butt-fuck my Baby!" Gurl cried. "Fuck my hot dyke lover while your brother fucks my ass!" Janis and Gurl screamed as the men ass-fucked them to climax. Nancy and I were cumming almost continuously as I fucked her ass and she fucked her cunt with Super Bob. Kevin and Dennis suddenly pulled out of their women and sprayed their cum on Nancy's breasts. As soon as they'd finished, Janis and Gurl pushed them aside and began licking the male juices. Nancy came one final time, then lay limp on the bed. The rest of us collapsed in an erotic tangle around her. Jame had watched the entire orgy, remaining silent and motionless the whole time. She walked through the communicating door and locked herself in the other room's bathroom. We showered and paired off - two to a bed; Janis and Gurl, Nancy and Dennis, Kevin and me. We all fell asleep before Jame emerged from the bathroom and took the unoccupied bed. In the morning, she acted like nothing had happened. The men stayed all week, sleeping in the passion pit with Nancy and me. The band was playing from 7:00 PM to 11:00 PM, so we were all in bed before midnight. Jame stayed up playing her electric guitar through headphones, then went to bed alone while Janis and Gurl had noisy sex beside her. Nancy and I traded brothers every night. On Thursday, Dennis and I made wild love for hours before I fell asleep. I woke up in the dark at 4:00 AM. I reached for Dennis, but he was gone. Long hair brushed my face as a woman got into bed, straddling my naked body. "Nancy?" She silenced me with a passionate kiss. "God, she's horny for a girl who's been fucked all night!" I thought as her tongue stroked mine and our lips pressed together. I'd heard her screaming almost endlessly while she was in bed with Kevin. There was no sound from the next room, but I could hear Dennis and Kevin beside us. "Randy bastards!" I thought affectionately. Without Nancy, they were getting it on with each other. Her big breasts were hanging down. I loved their weight pressing against my little tits. Our nipples, already hardening, continued to swell as they rubbed together. I put my hands between our bodies, cupping and fondling her breasts. They were satin smooth and firm. My fingers found her nipples. I began rolling and pulling on them. Nancy was already breathing hard and I could feel the wetness of her pussy pressing against mine. She gasped in surprise and disappointment when I pushed her away. An instant later, she was purring in satisfaction after I pushed her onto her back and lay on top of her with my face between her breasts. I sucked her nipples, feeling them grow even harder and longer, and tongued her puffy areolas. Engorged with blood, her breasts were firm and sensitive. She moaned as I rubbed my lips over her nipples and caressed her firm flesh. She stroked my shoulders and hair as I slowly kissed and licked my way down her body. "Aaaahhhh!" she whispered as I caught her bush in my teeth, gently pulling her hair. Except for Jame, the Fishnet Barbie members weren't body shy and we'd all seen each other naked. I got wet every time I saw Nancy's big Vee of lush pubic hair, pointing like an arrow to her shaved pussy. I kissed her mound, extended my tongue and slowly licked up and down her slit, tasting her wetness. She opened her legs wider and I pressed my tongue against her pussy, pushing it deeper inside. "I want to see you," I suddenly said, reaching for the light. "No!" Nancy whispered urgently. "I want it dark." Her voice was almost inaudible. Nancy wasn't usually shy. I decided she didn't want to be distracted by vision. The men were still making noises in the bed beside us. I pushed my tongue inside her, then slid it upward. She gasped as I grazed her clit. Growing impatient, I pulled her open and thrust my tongue deep into her pussy. It was already wet and dripping. I sucked gently on her slick hot opening while tongue-fucking her. The taste of Nancy's salty-sweet juices flowing into my mouth was wonderful. She was moaning and working her hips, pushing her pelvis toward my mouth as I sucked and licked her cunt. I finally moved up to her hard clit, wrapping my lips around the little bud and stroking it with my tongue as I sucked it. My finger slipped into her pussy easily, so I added another, sliding them deep inside. She was amazingly tight, hot and wet. As I worked my fingers in and out, I twisted my wrist. This was a trick Liz had taught me. The circular motion stimulated her sensitive vaginal entrance much more than my thrusts by themselves. I continued licking and sucking her hard clit as I finger-fucked her. I quickened the pace as she screamed and her body stiffened. I brought her off several times before she went limp. I pulled my fingers out of her pussy while continuing to gently kiss her vulva. My face was slick with her juices. "Oh Nancy!" I whispered. We lay there almost motionless for a long time, with Nancy softly stroking my hair. "Thank you," she whispered. Later, she made love to me, playing with my breasts, then eating and finger-fucking me. She brought me close, but couldn't quite push me over the edge to orgasm. "I've got to cum," I finally gasped, getting on my hands and knees. "Put a finger up my pussy. Get it good and juicy. Now, stick it up my ass." She hesitated for a moment, then I felt pressure on my back door. "Oh! That's good!" I gasped as her finger slid smoothly into my anus. I clamped my muscles, gripping her tightly. "Now, put two fingers up my cunt," I commanded. "Finger-fuck me. Yeah, work them in and out!" I lowered my face and chest to the mattress, freeing my hands to pinch my nipples and rub my clit while Nancy worked her fingers in my holes. She was startled by the violence of my first orgasm, but continued stimulating me until I'd cum several more times. Rocker Girl Ch. 03 We fell asleep in each others' arms. In the morning, I woke up alone. Nancy was in the other bed with Kevin and Dennis. She said, "I'm sorry I was so greedy, taking both men. Kevin started fucking me at midnight and Dennis joined us at 2:30 AM. We screwed until past dawn. I can hardly walk, but I feel great!" Nancy didn't play head games. She'd have kissed me and thanked me for a wonderful night. Who was my female lover? Gurl was too small and I would have felt the studs from her piercings. Janis had a full bush and the mystery woman's snatch had been bare. Jame was built like Nancy, except taller with slightly smaller breasts. It had to be Jame. Totally heterosexual, hopelessly hung-up on her boyfriend, absolutely not into girls, Jame. * * * * * * * * * * Copyright © 2005 by Ken James All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual people is coincidental. This story depicts a world in which AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases are non-existent. In the real world, please practice safe sex. Please contact me. I love getting feedback and reply to every message. Many thanks to Wayde for his constant love and support. * * * * * * * * * * Rocker Girl Ch. 04 Gurl and Janis spent Friday night locked in the passion pit with Kevin and Dennis. They all slept late and emerged looking rumpled but very happy. When I asked Janis about it, she said, "Those two men are great! We went from midnight to dawn and everyone had every hole filled in every possible way . . ." Janis paused dramatically, ". . . except one." She looked thoughtful for a moment, then grinned. "No, we did that too!" On Saturday night, Fishnet Barbie played the dance hall where I'd met Kevin. We packed the trailer for travel after the gig. The band was heading into Montana and the brothers had to go back to work. Nancy and I had the last night with them. After saying goodnight to Gurl, Janis and Jame, we closed the passion pit door and stood in the center of the room. Kevin was on my left and Dennis was on my right. Nancy was between them. I looked at my best friend and lovers, trying to decide who I wanted most. The other three seemed to be doing the same. I took Nancy in my arms and kissed her passionately. The brothers stroked our hair, backs, buttocks and thighs as we made out. Her lips and tongue were so exciting. I opened her blouse and unfastened her bra, releasing her magnificent breasts. I buried my face between them, kissing and licking her warm smooth flesh. Nancy's nipples were already hard between my fingers. "That's so good . . ." she sighed dreamily. Her eyes were almost closed as she surrendered herself to the sensations. Suddenly, she snapped to attention. "But I want to take you tonight, Baby Butch. Every way, with our men watching the whole thing." "Baby Butch!" I loved the way that sounded. It gave me a different thrill than being "Baby Doll" in my occasional parent-child role-playing with my absent older lovers Liz and Bob. "Of course, Big Butch!" I answered. "Unbutton your blouse," she commanded. "Open it. I love your little baseball-shaped breasts and big hard nipples. They almost make me forget about men. And your short skirts . . . Jesus! Your panties are already soaked, you little slut!" It only took Nancy seconds to strip me down to my self-supporting stockings. She shed her clothes almost as quickly. I lay on the bed. The weight of her big breasts added to my excitement as she kissed and licked her way down my body. I closed my eyes and anticipated Nancy's tongue as she moved between my thighs. It was startling to feel her swollen nipple pressing against my slit. She moved slowly up and down my closed outer lips, alternating breasts and gradually opening me as her nipples grew even harder and longer. I touched my own breasts and was amazed at the size of my nipples. Nancy's nipple was at the top of my slit, pushing down to rub my clit hood. She lingered there, moving slightly, pressing in and out . . . it was like a tiny finger teasing me while her heavy firm breast caressed my pubic mound. "Wow!" I marveled. "Your tit-fucking is . . . I'm cummmiiinnggg!" I screamed and arched my back, pressing my vulva even harder against her breast. Nancy pushed back. Her breast pushed me open and she plunged her nipple into my vagina. "God! Your tits!" I exclaimed, cumming even harder and clamping her nipple with my pussy. "My cunt!" Nancy held on as I bucked and screamed. I came for a long time before going limp on the bed, gasping for breath. She lay beside me, pressing her body against mine and stroking my hair. "That was so good," I whispered. "I've hardly started," she purred, moving back between my legs. First, she showered my inner thighs with butterfly kisses, moving slowly inward. I screamed when her tongue slipped into my pussy. Nancy ate me out skillfully, nibbling on my labia while sliding her tongue around my super-sensitive vagina entrance. I pressed a finger against my clit hood, feeling the tiny erection beneath it. "No!" Nancy said firmly as she caught my hand. "You're mine, Baby Butch. Your cunt is all mine!" I sank back on the bed, closed my eyes and played with my tits as she continued going down, occasionally pushing her tongue into my depths or flicking my clit. "Jesus!" a male voice said. I looked up and saw Kevin standing over the bed. Dennis was beside him. Both men were naked and had immense hard-ons as they watched Nancy and me. "Close your eyes, Baby," Nancy said. "I've got a surprise for you." I felt her getting off the bed. Nothing happened for long moments, then I felt weight on the mattress. Someone moved between my legs and a penis slid gracefully up my pussy. I wondered which brother was fucking me, but held my eyes closed to preserve the mystery. There hadn't been time for Nancy to get into a strap-on. Somehow, not seeing him made his cock feel unnaturally large. He screwed me for a long time, alternating between deep and shallow thrusting, occasionally catching my G-spot with his cock-head or rubbing my clit with his shaft. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I whispered reverently as he slammed his cock into my cunt. I was near orgasm and knew he was too. I had to see his face as he shot. "Nancy!" She was fucking me, and herself, with a long double-headed dildo. Her big breasts rolled gracefully as she worked her pelvis. Nancy screamed and climaxed, slamming the dildo ferociously into me. I was cumming too, gripping the big fuck-toy with my cunt muscles and rocking my pelvis, fucking Nancy back as she fucked me. The sensation of the dildo squirming inside our pussies was unbelievable. Its thickness and length filled and stretched us, while the cock-heads randomly stimulated our pussies, G-spots and clits. We came over and over. Nancy rolled over onto her back, carrying me with her, still coupled. It was different being on top. I liked it. "Baby Butch!" she gasped between orgasms. "Taking over! Well, take me, Baby Butch! Fuck me hard!" It was wonderful fucking Nancy. We came continuously for long minutes before collapsing together, totally spent. The brothers watched, hard-ons as big as ever, as Nancy and I recovered; two sex-flushed women, naked in each other's arms except for our self-supporting black stockings. We were young, healthy and super-horny from our previous orgasms, so that didn't take long. "Here's a lady ready for a real penis," Kevin said as he lifted me off Nancy. The motion pulled the dildo from my pussy, triggering another orgasm. Kevin laid me on the bed and I wrapped my legs around his back as he slid his cock up my snatch, all the way to the balls. I love balls pressing against my pussy lips. "Jesus Fuck!" I exclaimed. "I love your fucking cock . . . fucking my cunt and ass . . ." "Dennis!" I cried. He was a few feet away, kneeling between Nancy's open legs and kissing her inner thighs. "I've never been fucked by two men at once." Nancy was post-climax dreamy. "Help her out, Baby," she commanded. "Baby Butch is my best friend and I want her to have everything." Kevin pulled his penis from my vagina and knelt beside me on the bed. As we tongue-kissed, Dennis moved to my other side and began kissing and licking my breasts, making my nipples grow even tighter. He teased his way down my body, gently tickling my inner thighs with his soft beard stubble. As Dennis slipped his index finger into my hot wet pussy, Kevin pressed his cock against my lips. Gripping his shaft with one hand and gently squeezing his balls with the other, I ran my tongue delicately over his head. He groaned with pleasure as I licked the fleshy little vee below his cum-slit. I'd learned about that super-sensitive male spot when Liz ordered Bob to masturbate slowly to orgasm, describing everything he was doing and feeling, while she and I watched. I stopped licking for a few seconds, admiring the pre-cum gleaming on his crown. Dennis had been slowly finger-fucking me. My excitement leaped to a new level as his tongue flicked my swollen clit. I pulled Kevin's cock into my mouth. His pre-cum taste was strong, but there was still a hint of my juices on his stiff pole. Dennis slipped a second finger into my pussy and began sucking my clit. He ate me for several minutes while I played with Kevin's cock, alternating between deep-throating and licking it. I continued sucking Kevin as Dennis slipped his cock into my hungry cunt and fucked me to a quick climax. The brothers were startled when I pulled away from them as soon as I'd recovered from my orgasm. "All right," they said in unison after I'd whispered my instructions to them. "So, Baby Butch needs a good double-fucking . . . pussy and ass?" Kevin asked. "No, don't speak. Just turn around and put your hands behind your back." I'd left a long silk scarf on the bed. Kevin used it to bind my wrists. "Now, on your knees! Bend over the bed!" He worked his hands between the bed and my breasts, gripping them roughly as he drove his cock into my pussy. I'd been so turned on watching Bob order Liz into this position and fuck her ruthlessly. The reality of being dominated by a man I liked and trusted was as exciting as I'd imagined. "That's so good!" I whispered, tightening my snatch around his plunging penis. "You don't speak," Dennis said roughly, kneeling in front of me on the bed. "We have better things to do with your holes." He shoved his swollen cock into my mouth. I quickly lost myself in the rhythm of the men fucking my face and pussy. Kevin eventually pulled out. I had a hot flash of anticipation as he pressed a pussy-juice lubricated finger between my buttocks. "It's time to fuck your asshole," Kevin snarled as he pushed his cock back into my streaming pussy. "With your juice." He drove into me for a few seconds, then pressed his crown against my rosebud. I moaned as he slid steadily inside. "Yeah, brother!" Dennis exclaimed. "Fuck her ass! Baby isn't so Butch now!" Kevin butt-fucked me for a little while, then slipped out. "Stand up," he commanded. After retying my wrists in front of my body, he squeezed lubricant onto his cock, then gripped my hips and lifted me into the air. I placed my bound hands on Dennis' shoulders. Holding the backs of my thighs to keep me in position, Dennis slipped his cock into my elevated pussy. As soon as he was fully inside, I felt Kevin pressing against my back door. Being fucked with two living, pulsating penises was surprisingly different from my times with Bob, Liz and her strap-on. The brothers were rubbing their cocks together inside my body, separated only by a thin layer of my flesh. Their excitement was tangible. Their lust, mixed with the powerful erotic sensations in my anus and vagina, pushed me rapidly to orgasm. They held me while I came. Afterwards, they lowered me to the floor and untied my wrists. I was barely able to stand. Dennis lay on his back on the bed. I straddled his body, bending forward to kiss him as I lowered my pussy onto his stiff cock. His hands found my breasts and played with my nipples. Kevin quickly reclaimed my butt as I rode Dennis. I came over and over, lost in the rhythm of the men double-fucking me. I could see Nancy in the mirror. She was standing at the foot of the bed, intently watching the cocks pounding my twin holes. Earlier, she'd been fondling her breasts and inner thighs while she watched us. Now, Super Bob was buzzing in her hand and she was slowing running his tip up and down her slit. "Yeah boys," she said breathlessly. "Double-fuck my Baby Butch! Turn her holes inside out!" "Kevin! . . . Dennis! . . . Oh yes! . . . Oh Fuck! . . ." I gasped. "Please! . . . Fuck! . . . Shoot your big cocks up my cunt and asshole!" I knew both men were getting close. Nancy was screaming as she drove Super Bob into her snatch. "Fuuuuuccccckkkkk!" Kevin cried as he filled my ass with hot fluid. Dennis came in my pussy a few seconds later, pushing me to a final amazing orgasm. Stars danced before my eyes and the world became warm and fuzzy. When I regained my senses, I was lying on my back with my eyes closed, being kissed. And kissed. Nancy, Dennis and Kevin were all on the bed with me, tenderly kissing my lips and face. "Hold me," I whispered. Kevin and Dennis lay on either side of my body and wrapped their arms around my shoulders and waist. Nancy knelt behind me with my head in her lap. The brothers continued tenderly kissing my face, while Nancy bent over to kiss my breasts and belly. The tenderness felt so good, like the double-fucking before it and all the other sex. Jesus! I was horny again! I luxuriated in the attention for several minutes before opening my eyes. "That was wonderful and I'll never forget it. Big Butch has been so sweet and generous. It's time for her to get some male attention." "No problem," Kevin said. "We should start with a shower." Nancy and I adjusted the water, stepped into the intimate shower stall and giggled. We were still wearing our black stockings. "I guess we should take these off," she said. "I'll help," I replied, sinking to my knees with my hands on her muscular thighs. The stocking removal turned into a long erotic experience, repeated when Nancy "helped" me. The shower was barely large enough for three people, so we traded in and out. The brothers, Nancy and me; all combinations of breasts, cocks, butts; hot water and soap-slick flesh in an ever-changing erotic tangle. Nancy and I came, but Kevin and Dennis held back. We finally toweled off and went back to the bed. Nancy lay on her back with her legs spread. "Look how hot my pussy is," she said, pulling her outer lips open. Her vulva was flushed hot pink and gleaming with her juices. "No," she said as Kevin put his face between her legs. "I don't want to be eaten." Her swollen clit had popped out of its sheath. "I need to be fucked, right now!" I knelt on the bed with Nancy's head between my knees. She was playing with her already-swollen nipples, pinching and tugging on them. I stared at her hard little clit as Kevin rubbed his penis up and down her vulva, nuzzling her clitoris with his crown, tickling her little pee hole, teasing her vagina lips, occasionally venturing slightly inside. Nancy was moaning and writhing on the bed. "Fuck!" she gasped. "Oh Fuck Oh Fuck! . . . Please!" She twisted her pelvis and grabbed Kevin's buttocks, making him drive his full cock up her snatch. "Fuck!!" she cried again, reverently. She came almost immediately. Kevin pulled out as soon as she'd spent herself and Dennis took his place. He screwed her for several minutes before she climaxed again. I sucked her clit as the brothers continued taking turns fucking Nancy. We pushed her to orgasm after orgasm. "It's Tracy's turn," she finally whispered. "I want her to fuck me now." "Super Bob?" I asked. Nancy nodded. "No," I said, pulling Janis and Gurl's strap-on from the dresser drawer. "I've got something better." As she watched wide-eyed, I lubricated the anal probe and slid it up my butt. I took it effortlessly, then tightened my muscles to clamp it tightly in place. I rubbed the vaginal probe around my lips, kissing my clit, before thrusting it into my snatch. I came violently in that instant. Afterwards, Nancy helped me fasten the harness to the probes. "Come fuck the hell out of me, Baby Butch," Nancy whispered as she spread lewdly. I knelt between her legs, pausing to savor the lust evident in her face, breasts and gaping snatch. I took her slowly. Every motion of the dildo entering her transmitted itself to the plugs in my pussy and ass. "Fucking is so powerful!" I thought. Once again, I wondered what it was like for a man, putting his super-sensitive cock inside another person's body. I'll never know for sure. If it is better than what I was feeling with Nancy, guys are really lucky! The brothers had been going deep, so I fucked Nancy with shallow strokes, stimulating her vagina lips and entrance. Dennis and Kevin played with her breasts and she manipulated her clitoris. When Nancy was close, I plunged the dildo into her depths, pushing her over to orgasm. "Fuck, Baby Butch!" Nancy finally gasped. "That was fantastic. Us cumming together. I love you!" We kissed passionately. "Now, I need a man . . . fucking me until he shoots hot semen into my snatch." Dennis took my place between Nancy's legs. I watched his rolling buttocks for a while, then moved behind him. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "Two beautiful women! One giving me her cunt while the other fucks my ass!" He came violently. His anal muscles gripped the dildo, sending erotic sensations rocketing through my body. "Out of the way, little brother!" Kevin commanded. I butt-fucked him while he screwed Nancy. She and I came seconds after he shot his load inside her. Exhausted, we fell asleep almost instantly. In the morning, Kevin and I made love in one bed while watching Nancy and Dennis in the other. As we'd already agreed, the men left as soon as we'd finished. None of us wanted an extended farewell. Afterwards, Nancy and I lay in each other's arms, crying softly. "They were better than my guitar," I finally whispered. We giggled and hugged tightly. * * * * * * * * * * Copyright (c) 2005 by Ken James All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual people is coincidental. This story depicts a world in which AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases are non-existent. In the real world, please practice safe sex. Please contact me. I love getting feedback and reply to every message. Many thanks to Wayde for his constant love and support. * * * * * * * * * * Rocker Girl Ch. 05 It was a long way to Helena, Montana, mostly interstate highway after we got out of Yellowstone, but winding through magnificent mountains. Exhausted from doing most of the driving after a long night of sex, I dropped my clothes on the floor and slipped into bed as soon as we'd checked in to the motel. It was dark when I woke up. Nobody else was in the room. The clock said 6:45. The girls had probably gone to supper. I lay on my back, keeping my eyes closed and slowly running my hands over my naked body, fantasizing about Bob, Liz, Kevin, Dennis, Nancy, Jame . . . all my erotic memories melding into a single aching desire. My breasts were firm with excitement and my nipples were pebble hard beneath my palms. It was suddenly hot under the sheet, so I kicked it off. I spread my thighs and ran my fingers lightly over my mound, brushing my closed outer lips. I was so hot to have a man covering my body with his as he filled my achingly empty cunt with his cock and cum. I pulled myself open and gently pinched my pussy lips. The hot flesh between my fingers was already slick with my juice. I was sliding a finger into my vagina when a voice said, "Oh Baby! You've got me so hot and I want you so bad!" Jame! Totally heterosexual, hopelessly hung-up on her boyfriend, absolutely not into girls, Jame. My mystery woman lover, revealing herself at last! It was a shock to find the room empty when I opened my eyes. "Your thing is so pretty, especially when it's hard," Jame continued. Her voice was coming from the next room. She must have forgotten to close the connecting door. I slipped out of bed and looked cautiously around the door frame. The bed farthest from the connecting door was brightly lit, but deep shadows filled the rest of the room. Jame was lying naked on the bed with her back propped against the headboard. Her notebook computer was sitting on a straight chair beside the bed, plugged into the motel's broadband connection. An expensive remote-controlled webcam was fastened to the chair's back, over the computer screen. A second webcam sat at the foot of the bed. "You mean my cock?" It was her boyfriend Peter's voice, coming from the computer. His face and chest occupied the upper left quarter of the screen. A close-up of his genitals filled the quadrant beneath it. The Internet connection was fast and the computer had a big screen. The full-motion images of Peter were sharp and clear. Jame's face and torso filled the upper right. The view from the camera at the foot of her bed was a blur of feet. Jame was intent on the computer and her own webcams. She wasn't going to notice me. I moved closer to get a better view. She was wearing a wireless headset. "Yes Baby, your c . . . cock. Please don't tease. You know I still have trouble with the dirty . . . uh . . . sexy . . . words. I'm trying. Your cock . . . prick . . . peter . . ." She giggled. "My breasts, butt, tits, ass, vagina, pussy, c . . . cunt. Cunt! My cunt! I want your big beautiful cock up my cunt, not on a screen but for real!" Jame's upper image zoomed in and panned up, focusing tightly on her face. She hadn't touched her computer. Peter was controlling her camera. She opened her legs slightly and her vulva became dimly visible on the screen. "You are so beautiful," Peter said. Jame zoomed his upper camera in and slowly panned up and down his body. He was sitting naked in front of his computer. Dressed, he always looked geeky-cute, tall and painfully skinny, with round wire-framed glasses and perennially tousled hair. Nude, he was surprisingly muscular, with a big thick cock. For the first time, I wondered what he was like in bed. He was always a bit shy and awkward around the Fishnet Barbie girls. I guess we intimidated him. Alone with Jame, he was an amazingly sexual, and sexy, man. Jame was running her hands slowly over her belly and chest, lingering on her breasts and catching her nipples between her thumbs and index fingers. Both cameras zoomed in on her breasts. "I wish these were your hands," she gasped. "I've missed our cybersex, but I haven't had any privacy." Her nipples were swollen from her manipulations. "Tracy found two men - brothers - in Yellowstone and they stayed with us all week. Kevin and Dennis were so sexy. Tracy and Nancy slept with them every night. Janis and Gurl even had sex with them." "They must be really special men if lesbians want them," Peter commented. He was slowly stroking his balls, not even touching his stiff dick. Jame zoomed in and I could see the pre-cum oozing from his head and running down his shaft. He swiped his finger over his balls and up his shaft, sucking his finger in the upper camera view. "There was an orgy the first night," Jame continued. "The men and all the other women. I didn't want to watch but just . . . just couldn't help myself. I got so excited I finally locked myself in the bathroom with a vibrator and did it over and over, thinking about you." "That must have been hard," Peter said. He was no longer touching himself at all, but his rigid pole was visibly throbbing. "Oh Baby, you know I'm saving myself," Jame said. "You're going to be my first man and nothing's going to change that. I wish I'd let you f . . . fuck . . . Fuck Me! . . . before I left. Now I'm ready - first time I see you." "You're worth the wait," Peter replied. "God I love you . . . and want you!" He circled the base of his penis with his thumb and index finger, wrapping his remaining fingers around his balls. "You're so beautiful . . . your breasts are all swollen and your nipples are amazing. I want to kiss and suck them." He was moving the hand clutching his genitals, vibrating it gently. Every few seconds, he wiped pre-cum from his cock and licked it from his fingers. Jame was the first woman I'd seen with nipples that literally looked like tiny cocks. They extended at least an inch, much longer than bigger-breasted Liz and Nancy's aroused nipples, and were slender, twin columns protruding from her swollen areolas and surmounted with mushroom-shaped crowns. I wanted to leap onto the bed and plunder her while Peter watched. "It's wonderful the way we've done it," Peter gasped. I could sense his excitement and knew he was deliberately holding back. "First, all the necking and petting with our clothes on. Then, getting naked and watching each other masturbate. I always thought I'd be too shy to beat off in front of anyone else, especially a girl. And watching you getting yourself off. I never imagined a girl would do that. You're only shy about words." "I guess I'm an exhibitionist and voyeur," Jame replied. "But you're the only person I've done it with. When I was just starting to masturbate, I found a home-made video. It was Mom, Dad and another couple, all having sex. They did everything: oral, vaginal, anal . . . hetero, lesbian, gay . . . I copied the tape and watched it over and over. I couldn't stop thinking about it. Watching and being watched, or taking a chance of being seen, really seems to get me off." "We sure got physical in the last few weeks," Peter said. "All the oral sex, me eating you out and you sucking my cock, making each other cum. Right now, it would take about five seconds to make me shoot in your mouth. The sex has been great, even without my cock in your cunt." "Don't forget the tit fucking," Jame said. "Hey! I didn't stutter! . . . Tit fucking! . . . That's fun to say! . . . Fucking my tits! . . . I love kneading my full breasts, trapping your big pre-cum slick cock between my tits, feeling you thrust until you spray hot cum all over my chest and face . . ." She held a vibrator between her breasts. "It makes me cum, too." She tapped her keyboard, zooming in on Peter's face and cock. "Please Baby," she gasped. "Cum for me now. Let me see you shoot all that thick white cream." Peter was already gripping his cock base and balls with one hand. He gripped his shaft with his other hand, rapidly working his thumb and index finger over his cock head. "Come on Peter!" Jame gasped. "Make your cock shoot!" she exclaimed, crushing the vibrator between her breasts. "Shoot while I fuck my tits. Oh Peter! I'm cummmmiingg! Cum with me!" She was thrashing on the bed. Thick ropes of semen burst from Peter's cock. I had fingers up my cunt and was climaxing with him and Jame, making a lot of noise. Fortunately, they were both screaming and didn't notice me. Once, Jame looked directly at me, but her eyes didn't seem to be focused. Peter was the first to catch his breath. "Jame, that was better than ever," he whispered. I'd fallen to my knees with my chest on the second bed. My face was a white blur in the background on Jame's upper camera, but she and Peter didn't seem to notice. "Yeah Baby," she answered. "I'm glad you have more juice, because I'm just getting started." She opened her legs wider, fully exposing her vulva to the camera at the foot of the bed. "Pussy-cam," I thought, almost giggling. "And Peter-cam, too!" I laughed out loud, but managed to keep it soft. Jame didn't seem to hear me. She was watching Peter scooping the semen from his slightly-softened penis, chest and belly and licking it from his fingers, obviously enjoying eating his own cum. Jame was rubbing her inner thighs. "There's a blob on your face," she giggled. Peter swiped his cheek with a finger, then held that finger up to the camera. "I can almost taste that," Jame purred. "I love the way you lick it off me when we're together." She rubbed her closed mound, then held dripping fingers up to the camera. "Look how hot I already am. You could split my . . . beaver . . . right now." Jame giggled. "Is it still a beaver if it's hairless?" "It's a beautiful beaver, a pretty pussycat, a cute cunt, a hot snatch . . . I love the thick bush over your shaved pussy." The camera zoomed in as she ran a leisurely finger up and down her closed slit. "Oh! I want to lick you . . . taste you!" Peter moaned. "You can watch me petting my pussy," Jame purred, rubbing her juices into her pubic thatch, making it gleam wetly. "She's so hot, even closed. Open up, little kitty. Show Peter . . ." She slowly pulled herself open, exposing her hot pink core. The camera zoomed in, bringing her genitals into sharp focus. "See this little girl?" she asked, rubbing her neat brown outer lips. They were already puffy with excitement. "She needs to be kissed." "Baby, I'm kissing your hot little cunt in spirit," Peter said. "I know," Jame sighed. "Tracy would do it. She made love to Nancy during the orgy with the brothers. Actually seeing my sister getting f . . . fucked was shocking enough, but then her and Tracy . . ." She was rubbing her clit hood with two fingers while continuing to run another finger around her outer lips. "Janis and Gurl do it every night. Tracy masturbates while we're listening to them. She tries to be quiet, but I know." She paused for several seconds, then blurted, "Listening to Janis and Gurl gets me horny. Thinking about Tracy turns me on. Watching Nancy have sex, especially with Tracy, got me so hot!" "I want you so badly, but I keep thinking about watching Tracy and Nancy," she continued. "Like with Mom and Dad's video. Would you like to watch me with another girl?" "If it gets you off, I'll do it," Peter answered. "But I'm feeling selfish. I want to have you first." "Sure Baby," Jame agreed readily. "Here's my little bud, all ready for you." Her hood had retracted, revealing her little swollen clit. It was so pretty in the close-up. I wanted to suck it so badly. "Nice!" she moaned. "My fingers on either side, stretching the skin . . . getting me so close . . . God Baby! You could touch me and make me come." "Oh! The way you tickle me with your tongue . . . Circling my clit . . . teasing my little pee hole . . . sliding in and out of my cunt!" She slipped a finger up her pussy while continuing to play with her clit. "Tongue fuck me, Baby! Make me . . . I'm cummmiiiinngg!!" "Go Jame go!" Peter cried. "Thrash and moan for me! Cum hard! I love getting you off!" His hand was flying over his cock as he stared at the convulsing woman on the screen. He yanked his hand away at the last second. I could see his cock throbbing furiously, but he didn't squirt. Jame finally collapsed on the bed, gasping for breath. It only took her a few seconds to recover. "I need to get fucked now!" she exclaimed, kneeling in front of the pussy cam and pulling her vagina open. Peter and I stared up the long pink tunnel gleaming with her juices. She positioned the vibrator on the bed and lowered herself onto it. The toy was bigger than it had appeared when she'd held it between her breasts, at least 7" long and 2" thick, but it slid easily up her juicy snatch. "Riding my Peter!" she gasped as she bounced on the vibrator. "Big fat cock! Tight little cunt! Fuck me, Peter, fuck me! Cum for me. Shoot up my twat!" Peter was masturbating furiously. "Oh Fuck Oh Fuck!" he cried as his cock spurted. Jame and I were cumming along with him. Jame slowly sank back onto the bed, the vibrator still in her pussy. She pushed herself to several more orgasms as Peter and I stared. "Oh Baby!" she finally gasped. "I wish you could hold me." I'd hold her! I still don't know how I resisted my desire and slipped out of the room. I lay naked on my bed, conscious only of the burning in my loins. I slipped two fingers up my pussy, driving them in and out while rubbing my thumb over my clit, making myself cum almost instantly. Still not satisfied, I grabbed Super Bob, turned him on high, and thrust him up my cunt. As I climaxed, I looked up and saw Jame staring at me. She was fully dressed, but had one hand on a breast and the other up her skirt. The lust on her face was unmistakable. "Sorry," I gasped. "I woke up super-horny." Seeing her reaction was rolling me into another orgasm. "It's all . . . r . . . r . . . right," Jame stammered, jerking her hands away from her body. She spun around and retreated into the other room, slamming the door behind her. With Super Bob purring inside me, I drove myself to climax after climax, fantasizing about Jame the whole time. Finally exhausted, I lay still. Jame's voice came faintly through the closed door. "God, Tracy! Fuck me! Please! Oh Tracy . . . Tracy! . . . Please . . . Ooohhh!" * * * * * * * * * * Copyright (c) 2005 by Ken James All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual people is coincidental. This story depicts a world in which AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases are non-existent. In the real world, please practice safe sex. Please contact me. I love getting feedback and reply to every message. Many thanks to Wayde for his constant love and support. * * * * * * * * * * Rocker Girl Ch. 06 The Imperial-Orpheus Bar in Helena, Montana was a big converted theatre. The floor seats had been replaced with tables and long bars on either side of the auditorium, but the balcony was intact. It had a real stage, sound system and a house engineer. Normally Nancy and Jame would have worked with him, but they needed some urgent "private sister time." I'm good at connecting equipment and turning knobs, but they're the technical ones. Janis and Gurl helped me set up, then split for a hot afternoon in bed. Fortunately, Matt the engineer was sweet, cool and competent. He quickly made his connections between our mixer/recorder and the house sound. It only took a few minutes to get everything working perfectly. I sang into the mics, banged the drums, plugged the old Fender Precision I use when she's on sax into Gurl's rig, played the keyboards, tested Jame's Pod, and finally hooked up to my amp through the wireless. My guitar sound echoing from the auditorium was awe inspiring. Matt turned the stage lights on and the house lights down. I stood at the edge of the stage, imagining everyone in the packed house staring up at me as I soloed. We weren't really expecting big crowds. The bar booked national acts once or twice a week. Fishnet Barbie was opening for that week's name band and playing from 8:00 PM to 1:00 AM on the other nights. "I love your guitar playing. You're really good," Matt said when I finally took a break. I get edgy without my guitar, and we'd been apart for 36 hours. "It's a beautiful guitar, too." My baby! A Paul Reed Smith Modern Eagle with a quilted emerald top. Mom and Dad gave it to me on my 18th birthday. We'd gone to a fancy restaurant. Back at home, we drank a little wine and I dutifully expressed my gratitude as they presented me with typical boring gifts. Finally, Dad handed me a little envelope. Inside was a scrap of paper reading "Look in your bedroom." My Epiphone Les Paul was gone and the PRS was in the guitar stand. I played all night. Mom and Dad stayed with me for a while, but soon drifted away. At dawn, I switched the amp off, put the Modern Eagle in its stand and stepped out of my clothes, letting them fall to the floor. Even unplugged, the guitar was calling. Moments later, I was lying naked on the bed with the solid body pressed against my loins and the graceful neck rubbing my breasts. My fingers stroking the strings produced a soft silvery sound. It was so sensual . . . I fell asleep cradling my new baby in my arms. Matt and I talked guitars and amps for a while, then he asked about the band. Matt was impressed that we'd set Fishnet Barbie up as a business. We'd persuaded our parents to finance the tour. Halfway through, the loan was almost paid back and we had a big mailing list for the live CD we were assembling from our performances. Each of us had band jobs. Janis did our graphics, including our stunning leggy "Fishnet Barbie Cartoon Babe" logo. She also handled tour logistics. Nancy and Jame were our technicians and recording engineers. Gurl was webmaster and wrote most of our blog entries. I handled the business and financial stuff. Matt told me a little about himself, too. As well as being the sound engineer, he was part owner of the Imperial-Orpheus. His wife did the bookings and I'd talked to her on the phone. He was cute, in his early 40s with a beard and thinning hair. "Have you named your guitar?" he suddenly asked. I wasn't playing, but I was still holding it, my left hand curled possessively around its neck. "I just call him 'Baby,'" I answered. "I say 'him' but Baby is both male and female; a hard masculine body with gentle feminine curves." PRS guitar bodies have two horns. The longer upper horn has the strap button at its tip. My right hand was stroking the gracefully phallic lower horn. "The neck is rampant male while the strings are female erogenous zones. They seem to be tied to my pussy. I've had orgasms while playing." Matt was staring. Too much information? No, he was getting turned on. "The guitar electronics, amp and effects are all intellectual and guy thing," I continued. "Shaping my sound with the knobs is all feel - all woman. And those times when emotion takes over and I transcend technique . . ." I was really getting hot and Matt had a big bulge in his jeans. "Inspiration and magic are for both sexes . . . like making love . . . you and the instrument . . . you and the music . . ." That's when Matt kissed me. We kissed for a long time, with Baby pressed between our bodies. Matt finally stepped back and pulled a video camera out of his toolbox. "Can I film you playing?" Of course. The Fishnet Barbie girls always dress up when performing. Offstage, I'm pretty casual, generally wearing a thin breast-clinging nipple-revealing top and tight frayed blue jeans. Today, I'd traded the jeans for a long denim skirt. "I look pretty good for a video," I thought. We put a jam CD on and I started dancing around the stage, playing along. My world narrowed to the music, Baby . . . and Matt, his lust barely restrained as he followed me with the camera. I was so hot. "Come here," I commanded. "I want to tell you a secret." As he focused on my face, I said, "The guitar strings are tied to my clitoris." I played a blues lick, moaning ecstatically as I bent the last note. "See?" I played the lick again, stepping back as Matt reached for me. "We were playing in Yellowstone. During a solo, Baby and I started fucking and I had an orgasm on stage. I was also thinking about a man I'd just met. I haven't come again that way, but every time I play Baby, it's like making love." A new song started on the sound system. A slow blues. Perfect. I arched my back and rubbed the guitar neck over my breasts as I played. I knew my swollen nipples were clearly outlined through my thin tank top. I slipped out of the strap and played Baby between my legs with his neck sticking out like a giant erection. "Take the guitar," I commanded. Matt held it in one hand while continuing to tape. I unfastened my skirt and let it fall to the stage floor, leaving me dressed in my black tank top and matching panties. "Look how wet I am," I said, opening my legs. The thin fabric stretched over my vulva was soaked. "Give me Baby," I said as I sank to my knees on my skirt. I held him between my legs, no longer trying to play, but rubbing his upper horn against my slit through my slippery panties. "Jesus Baby!" I moaned, rolling onto my back and pulling my panties aside. I reversed the guitar and rubbed Baby's lower horn along my wet slit, gradually forcing it open, stimulating my clit and pussy lips. "Fuck!" I whispered. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I stopped at the ragged edge of orgasm and lay still for a long minute with my chest heaving and heart pounding. I put Baby in his stand, tore my panties off and stood staring at Matt. There was no question about what he wanted. There was an immense bulge in his pants. "Give me the camera." I ordered. "Strip for me." I admired his athletic chest and flat belly as he removed his T-shirt. I continued filming as he stepped out of his jeans. "Sure you're ready for this?" he asked teasingly, pausing with his hands on the waistband of his jockey shorts. "I'm almost as big as your guitar." "Yeah!" My voice was thick with desire. Matt had the biggest cock I'd ever seen, nine hard thick inches. Freed from his shorts, it snapped to full erection in seconds. He stroked his shaft and rubbed his cock head with one hand while squeezing his balls with the other. "Wow!" I said, aiming the camera. "Please beat off, but don't cum. Save that for me." "It's so hot watching him work that monster cock." The woman's voice floated from the dark auditorium. I was so startled I almost dropped the camera. Matt continued masturbating as the tall slender woman with ash-blond hair climbed onto the stage. She was slightly younger than Matt and just as sexy. "Tracy, this is my wife Lyta," he said calmly. "She likes to watch." "It was fun seeing you get off with your guitar," Lyta said. She was wearing a skirt and an unbuttoned blouse. "I can't wait to see you ride Matt's cock, if it's not too big for you." I dodged as she reached for the camera. "Were you playing with yourself in the dark?" She nodded. "Let's see." She lifted her skirt and pulled her panties aside. I filmed her slipping two fingers up her juicy snatch. "Yummy!" I finally said, handing her the camera. "Do you like girls? Good! Maybe later." Matt removed my tank top and took me in his arms. We kissed passionately as I rubbed my breasts against his muscular chest. I grabbed his right hand and guided it between my legs. His index finger slid smoothly up and down my slit, slowly teasing it open. He removed his hand and his cock took its place, rubbing my vulva, stimulating my clit and pussy lips. I twisted my pelvis, trying to catch his cock head in my vagina mouth. "Lie down, Rocker Girl," he laughed as he picked me off my feet and laid me on the stage. "You're going to get what you want." As Lyta hovered over us with the camera, Matt positioned himself between my spread thighs. His flesh and blood cock was even larger than Super Bob or Janis and Gurl's strap-on dildo. I have big hands, but I couldn't close my thumb and index finger around it. I screamed softly in pain and excitement as his big head slowly stretched my pussy mouth and gradually slipped into my depths. I clamped his thick shaft with my cunt muscles as I writhed on my back. It took him an erotic eternity to fill me completely. "Fuck her, Tom Cat!" Lyta growled. "Shove your monster prick all the way up that little girl snatch." "God yes!" I gasped. "Your man's making me a real woman! . . . And you're all hot watching . . . filming . . . Take your skirt off. I want to see your cunt dripping!" I moaned with pleasure and excitement. Matt - Tom Cat - had finally reached bottom and I was working my muscles, rhythmically gripping and releasing him. "Fair enough," Lyta answered, handing me the camera. I filmed her unfastening her skirt and removing her panties. "Soaking wet," she said, laying the panties over my mouth. I sucked the cloth. Her taste was darker and more exotic than Liz, Nancy or Jame's. "Now my shirt." Lyta wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts were firm with excitement and her nipples were gigantic - as thick as dimes and half an inch long. "Yeah!" Lyta continued. "I'm fucking hot watching Tom Cat screw a little rocker girl." She took the camera and stood straddling my head, focusing on Matt's penis gradually withdrawing from my pussy. "Rocker Girl, do you like my hot wet snatch?" I nodded. "So get acquainted," she said, kneeling and lowering her folds onto my face. I put my mouth against her pussy and thrust my tongue inside, sucking her exotic juices. Matt was fucking me slowly. I squirmed and moaned with the pleasure of my body interacting with his giant cock. As his tempo increased, his big shaft tugged at my clit hood, pulling it over my swollen little bud. "Fuck!" I mumbled into Lyta's pussy. When I shifted my tongue to her clit, she quickly pulled away. Her grin as she moved to a new camera position told me there'd be more - much more - later. Lyta moved around shooting as Tom Cat took me in every possible position; straight missionary (flat on my back with open legs), my knees lifted, my legs wrapped around his back and on his shoulders, doggie style with me on four and two legs, "no you can't fuck me there!", . . . I came over and over. I was on top, riding his stallion, when Lyta put Baby into my arms. I stroked his strings to orgasm while bouncing on Tom Cat's cock. Finally, I was on my back. Tom Cat was holding my ankles to spread my legs as he pounded my snatch. "I'm ready to cum," he gasped. "I'm going to pull out and shoot on your chest." "No!" I protested. "Fill my cunt! . . . Please!" He'd been fucking me with fast hard strokes. Tom Cat suddenly stopped, remaining motionless for several seconds, before ramming me so hard my body shook. A thick hot jet of cum splashed my pussy walls. He pulled out and rammed me again. And again, with about one second between thrusts, shooting each time he hit bottom. It seemed he came forever and ever, making me cum along with him. "Holy fuck!" I whispered dreamily after he'd finally spent himself and lay still in my arms. Lyta taped our tender kissing and cuddling, then captured the dramatic moment when Matt pulled his penis, softened but still gigantic, from my thoroughly-fucked pussy. "This is going to be a film classic," she said, tapping the camera affectionately. "Rocker Girl vs. the Monster Cock." "Come on," she continued. "Let's go to the office and shoot the sequel." One end of the office was a little sitting room, with a pair of overstuffed chairs facing a long couch. Lyta started making out with Matt as soon as we'd stepped in the door. "Tom Cat," she said, "Rocker Girl was so cruel, not letting you fuck her tight little teenage butt." He stiffened as she wrapped her fingers around his shaft. "I've got a nice ass for you." "That's great, Baby," Matt said as he pulled Lyta to him. "But I'm taking your cunt first." She moaned with pleasure as his cock slipped between her legs. They fucked standing in the middle of the floor as I filmed them. After several minutes, Lyta pulled away from Matt, turned around and bent over with her hands on the couch. "I want your big cock up my ass now!" she announced. He spread her cheeks, exposing her pretty pink rosebud. It looked so tiny and delicate. It was wild watching Matt tease and open Lyta's sweet asshole with his tongue. When she was softly moaning with excitement, he dipped a finger into her hot wet pussy to lubricate it, then slid that finger into her butt. "Your finger feels good," she gasped, "but I need big hard cock." "Tracy," Lyta continued. "There's a box on the closet shelf. Bring it here, please." It was a brass-bound wooden chest the size of a large shoebox. She reached into the chest and produced a tube of lubricant. "Here Tom Cat," she said, handing him the tube. "Get your cock greased." Matt lubricated his penis and pressed it between Lyta's buttocks. Watching her tiny hole stretching to take his massive tool got me unbelievably hot. I wanted to put the camera down and join in, but I forced myself to keep filming. After his first few strokes, Matt went really fast, making a loud slapping noise each time his pelvis crashed into Lyta's buns. I held the camera in one hand, continuing to film as I played with my tits, pussy and clit. I moved around, shooting from different angles; close-ups on Lyta's and Matt's faces, looking up between Lyta's legs at Matt's plunging cock and her bouncing breasts, his violently rolling buttocks and bouncing testicles, a close-up of his cock in her hole . . . I caught their expressions as he came in her ass. She kept him inside as she rammed fingers up her pussy, cumming almost immediately. "Thanks, Tom Cat," Lyta said as he sat her on the couch. His erection had finally subsided, but his cock was still amazing. Matt stirred again when he saw me staring. I love cocks; soft, hard, fucking, peeing (I like to watch the fluid streaming from his tip, although I think water sports are gross) . . . cock feel . . . cock taste . . . I love cock, as long as it belongs to a man I respect. "Come on, Rocker Girl," Lyta purred. "It's woman to woman time." Matt took the camera as I turned to Lyta. She was leaning back open-legged on the couch. I stared hungrily at her firm breasts and amazing hard nipples. They were almost cylindrical, dark pink with puffy rounded tops, the diameter of a dime and rising nearly 3/4" from her broad chocolate brown areola. I stepped between her legs and bent over to kiss her full on the lips. Our mouths opened and our tongues danced. My fingers found her nipples and pinched them. She moaned with pleasure as I increased the pressure, pinching and twisting her swollen nipples even harder. "No," Lyta said as I bent to kiss her breasts. "I need girl fucking . . . now!" She gripped my shoulders and pulled me to my knees. Juice was steadily trickling from her gaping pussy down between her buttocks and onto the couch. I dipped my tongue into the stream, once again savoring her dark and mysterious flavor. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face to her vulva. Her juices splashed my lips, chin and cheeks as I drove my tongue deep into her cunt, almost overwhelmed with her intense female taste and feel. "Come on!" Lyta said, pulling my mouth away from her pussy. Her clitoris was fully exposed, looking like a smaller version of her nipples. I caught her clit between my lips and sucked it roughly as I thrust two fingers into her cunt. She writhed on the couch, screaming in excitement as I worked my fingers in her pussy; thrusting deep and curving up, rotating my hand, stroking her lips with my thumb. Her hips thrashed and I had to hold on to keep from being bucked away, but she stopped short of climax. "That was great, Rocker Girl, but I need something else. Will you help me?" "Sure," I answered. She removed a jar of petroleum jelly from the chest and handed it to me. "You're too wet to need this." I said. "Is Matt going to fuck my ass? He stretched my pussy so wide, I'm afraid he'll hurt me." "No, Matt isn't going to do anything except film," she said. "And I'm not wet enough for the way you're going to do me. Slip a finger into my cunt." I inserted my right index finger. "All the way." Her muscles clamped my finger, so hard it almost hurt. She grinned at my expression of surprise and released her grip. "Lubricate my snatch with petroleum jelly. Everywhere. Outside, too!" I liberally coated my right index and second fingers with jelly and stroked Lyta's vagina lips, leaving them gleaming with the thick lubricant. I moved inside her hot pussy, making her scream orgasmically as my fingers caressed her entrance. Adding a third finger, I probed her depths, pushing my hand in until it was stopped by my thumb and little finger. Her muscles gripped me as I opened and closed my fingers while twisting my wrist. Lyta had been on the edge of orgasm for long minutes, but was still holding back. Her pussy was gleaming with jelly. I knew what she wanted and needed. I'd been a little freaked by photos of people doing it on the Internet, so I was surprised at my excitement as I coated my right hand with lubricant. Her legs were spread wide and she had both hands on her vulva, pulling her pussy as far open as possible. I stared down her long pink tunnel, gleaming with lubricant and her own juices. "Fuck me!" Lyta commanded. "Four fingers!" I pressed my fingers together and slid them into her, working them slowly in and out, gradually overcoming the resistance of her muscular snatch, stretching it to accept my knuckles. With the web between my thumb and index finger pressing against her clit, I finger-fucked her, first tenderly, then roughly, flexing my fingers against her resisting muscles. She was finally cumming, an endless thrashing orgasm as I relentlessly twisted my wrist and drove my fingers into her snatch. I was coming again, without even touching myself. Lyta finally collapsed back on the couch, gasping for breath. Matt was standing beside us, filming everything. His cock was rock hard. I was preparing to kiss it when she gasped "More!" I folded my thumb into the palm of my hand and pushed into her snatch, stretching her wider as I gradually overcame her fantastic muscles. Finally my knuckles were completely inside her pussy. Lyta was staring at her crotch with blazing lust. "Give it all to me, Rocker Girl!" she commanded. The pressure on my hand was intense. I pushed forward a few more inches. Suddenly, her muscles were drawing me inside, up to my wrist. "More!" Lyta gasped. I slathered my forearm with gel and pushed forward. Rocker Girl Ch. 06 A small part of my mind couldn't believe I was doing this, but my body was as hot as if I was the one getting fucked. I'd never felt so powerful, not even when pushing a strap-on into a pussy or ass. "I've got the world's biggest cock," I growled, "and I'm driving it up your snatch!" Lyta worked her hips, setting up a rhythm. I matched it, rocking my hand inside her while her pussy lips stretched over my wrist. She started with a slow grind, screaming orgasmically and clamping my hand and wrist every time I reached bottom. We were staring into each other's eyes, reading every emotion and desire. She was playing with her swollen nipples and clit, cumming over and over as I drove my fingers up her snatch. We gradually picked up the tempo until she was screaming and thrashing continuously, climbing from orgasm to more intense orgasm, as I fucked her as hard and fast as my strength would allow. I was cumming along with Lyta. She had her final, most spectacular, orgasm as I exhausted my energy with a final violent thrust. Her muscles clamped my hand and wrist as she convulsed on the couch. She finally collapsed. I lay in an exhausted heap between her knees. When I recovered, I carefully removed my hand from Lyta's pussy. Her muscles didn't want to let me go. Finally free, I stared at my fingers, moving them slowly to work off the numbness. They were coated with lubricant and her milky juices. "Come sit beside me," Lyta said. "Spread your legs. Your little lovebird is so wet and pretty. She needs a finger . . . so hot and tight . . . God Yeah! . . . Cum for me, Rocker Girl, just like that . . ." I was coming over and over as she twisted two fingers in my pussy. She finally allowed me to collapse back on the couch, dizzy and gasping for breath. After giving me a brief rest, Lyta made me cum again, simply by playing with my nipples. "Matt, give me the camera," Lyta commanded as she knelt between my open knees. "What a pretty little kitty, so shy, trying to hide behind your wispy golden pubic hair. Open her . . . please . . . Oh! She's bright red! And so hot and wet! Play with her. Show me how you do it when you're alone!" "I always start with my tits . . . nipples . . ." My breasts were flushed and firm as I ran sensuous hands over them. My nips were amazingly long and so hard they hurt. I caught them in my fingers and began twisting. "I'm so hot," I gasped, "I'll bet I can . . ." Lyta focused on my face and upper body as I screamed and came. "Wow, I'm orgasmic!" I whispered as I sank back in the couch. "After I've turned myself on by playing with my tits, I run my hands slowly down my body to my outer thighs, then move to my inner thighs, finally opening my legs wide and rubbing my closed mound. It's not usually this wet." I ran my fingers up and down my lips. They were already bright pink and puffy. "I have to finger my snatch," I gasped a moment later as I opened my mound. "Hot wet cunt lips." I stroked them briefly with my right hand index finger. The lips gripped my finger as I slipped it inside. I made slow circles, rubbing my G-spot and outer pussy. My thumb was pressed against my clit hood and my other fingers were tickling the sensitive spot between my vagina and anus. My left hand was playing with my breasts. "I tickle my little cunt . . . slowly . . . tease my . . . " I was gasping as I writhed on the couch, thrusting my pelvis back and fourth, creating a wave rippling along my back and neck. The waves were gradually increasing in speed. "Tease my cunt . . . until . . . Oh! . . . Oh, I'm cumming! . . . Oh! . . . Keep my finger going . . . Oh! . . . Add another finger! Drive it in! . . . Fuck, finger-fuck . . . myself . . . Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I was cumming hard, continuing until I finally collapsed. "It's so hot watching you get yourself off," Lyta said, a little breathlessly. She was still kneeling between my legs. Matt was behind her. I wondered where his cock was. "What do you do after that?" "Roll over and go to sleep," I giggled. "If I'm still horny, I'll get my vibrator." "We can help with that," Matt said as he stood up. I admired his big stiff dick as he opened the brass and wood toy chest to reveal a half-dozen vibrators. I chose one that was similar to my own "Super Bob," eight inches long and two inches thick, with prominent veins, bulging balls and a dramatically-flaring head. I stood up with my legs spread. My pussy was already open from the intense finger-fucking I'd just given her. I moaned with pleasure as I slipped the vibrator into my hot wet hole. "Slow fuck," I whispered. "Just in and out slowly . . . no vibration . . . just stimulating my pussy and ass . . . " "I'll stimulate your ass," Matt growled tenderly as he moved behind me. I gasped with fear, mixed with anticipation, as Matt pressed his oversized cock-head against my rosebud. My first boyfriend tried to fuck my ass. It hurt so much I kicked him away and never let another boy near my back door. Years later, my older lover Bob taught me to relax and enjoy anal sex. "Don't worry, Babe," Matt said. "I'm going to tease your little butt hole, but I won't push my cock in." He paused significantly. "Not until you're ready." "All right," I answered. "I'm just too small for a dick your size." I twisted my head to look into his face. "I could use a finger, though." Matt's lubricated finger touched the center of my rosebud. I resisted just enough to keep the stimulation strong. Once inside, he crooked his finger slightly and twisted his wrist as he worked it in and out. The sensations were driving me wild, especially after Matt added a second finger. I was close to cumming when he backed off, removing his fingers from my asshole and pressing his stiff cock lengthwise between my buttocks. I tightened my buns, briefly gripping his shaft. As I continued working my pelvis and dildo-fucking my pussy, Matt's monster cock was sliding up and down my butt crack. He pulled away briefly to lubricate his penis. When he returned, I adjusted my butt motions to make his head graze my rosebud. I paused with the dildo's head and shaft all the way inside me and its balls pressing against my pussy lips. When I activated the vibrator, the sudden increase in sensations made me lunge back against Matt. His cock-head pressed into my rosebud, forcing it open. It hurt slightly, but I continued pushing. Lyta was moving around, filming our bodies and faces, as well as the space between my buttocks. Matt remained motionless while I worked my butt, gradually stretching my ass to accept him. "You're so hot and tight," Matt finally whispered. "My cock-head is completely inside you." The vibrator buzzed as it slowly fucked me, its head alternately probing the depths of my cunt and kissing my pussy lips. "God!" I whispered. "I've never had my asshole opened like this!" "Your ass is so tight," he answered. "Your outer muscles are clamped around my ring and you're gripping my cock head so hard . . . " When I gave Bob my anal cherry, lust and impatience triumphed over fear. As soon as Bob was safely inside, I slammed my butt against his pelvis, taking his entire length up my ass. I repeated that with Matt, pushing back on his cock. With Bob, I was so excited I hardly noticed the pain. This time, I screamed in agony as the massive penis tore my anus. Matt gripped my hips and stopped the motion. I moaned and sank slowly to my knees. Matt's cock remained inside me as he followed me down. "Are you all right?" he asked anxiously. I angled the dildo head to press against my G-spot while rapidly rubbing a light finger over my erect clit. "I think so. The pain's fading and I'm so turned on I'm going to cum when you start fucking me." About three inches of Matt's cock were up my ass. I gradually pulled away until my anal sphincter was kissing his coronal ring, then reversed direction. After several minutes, I'd taken three more of his inches and we were moving rapidly. Sometimes, Matt's cock-head would escape my ass to kiss my rosebud before returning to my depths. The vibrating dildo fucking my pussy, the fingers rubbing my clit and the monster cock in my ass drove me to an incredible orgasm. I thrashed and rocked, ramming my cunt and pumping my ass. Matt's hands on my waist kept me from collapsing on the floor . . . Remaining coupled, Matt pushed me forward so my chest and upper body were resting on the couch. His balls were pressing against my butt cheeks. I'd impaled myself completely during my last orgasm. Now, he was fucking my butt again, pulling completely out before giving me his entire length and girth, being neither violent nor gentle, simply taking me like a force of nature. I surrendered myself to the warm knowledge that my ass would be fucked until he'd spent his lust inside me. It was so erotic! I came over and over as he pounded me. I continued cumming just as hard after I pulled the vibrator from my pussy. Matt finally bellowed like a bear as he filled my ass with white-hot juice. I came again when I felt him shooting inside me. I collapsed with my upper body on the couch. Matt continued kneeling behind me, gently running his hands over my hips and buttocks. His cock had softened slightly, but was still filling my ass. He groaned with pleasure as I tightened my anal muscles and worked my hips. "We have to stop," Lyta said regretfully. "The staff will be here in a few minutes and Tracy has to get ready." Matt retrieved our scattered clothes from the stage while I showered in a dressing room. After hastily kissing him and Lyta goodbye, I rushed to the motel to change into my stage clothes. Janis and Gurl were there, ready to leave for the gig. They hadn't seen Nancy or Jame. The three of us huddled frantically at the theatre. If the others didn't show, we'd just have to wing it. I was fretting about how much better I was at doubling vocals than at singing lead when Nancy and Jame walked in. I wanted to kiss and slap them at the same time. Was this their revenge for that night in Yellowstone? "I'm sorry we're so late," Nancy said. "We have to tell you something. Shall I do it?" Jame nodded. "Everyone's getting laid except Jame and that's driving her crazy. She's being faithful to Peter, so we're getting him to come here. He'll fly in next weekend and travel with us for a week." * * * * * * * * * * Copyright (c) 2005 by Ken James All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual people is coincidental. This story depicts a world in which AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases are non-existent. In the real world, please practice safe sex. Please contact me. I love getting feedback and reply to every message. Many thanks to Wayde for his constant love and support. Rocker Girl Ch. 07 The week in Helena, Montana was magical. Touring . . . or maybe all the sex . . . was sparking our creativity. We were writing songs in the afternoon and playing them on stage that night, as well as editing music we'd already recorded. The CD version of "Star Life" was recorded in the motel. With vocals, acoustic guitars, home keyboard bass, and phone book percussion, it had the perfect world-weary vibe. Janis and Gurl were like cats in heat, having sex almost constantly, even with the rest of us watching. Nancy brought a new man to the passion pit every night. Jame was sleeping beside Janis and Gurl. Her vibrator was under her pillow. I don't know what would have happened if I'd been in the bed with Jame. She was cool and distant when we talked, but she stared at me, burning with desire, whenever she didn't think I'd notice. I was spending my nights with Matt and Lyta. Older lovers really are the best. It was like being back with Bob and Liz. Saturday was our last night at the Imperial-Orpheus Bar. Fishnet Barbie had drawn a much bigger crowd than expected and Lyta offered us another week. We'd have loved to stay, but we already had the next two weeks scheduled with one-night gigs in bars and union halls across Montana and northern Wyoming, then full weeks at bars in Casper, Cheyenne and Laramie. We agreed to play Helena for two more weeks at the end of the tour. Peter arrived late Saturday afternoon. I went with Jame to pick him up at the airport. I was already wearing my stage clothes; dark stockings, a red thong under a short navy blue skirt and a pale blue "no bra" blouse with its neckline plunging to my waist in a narrow vee. As usual, Peter looked geeky-cute, tall and painfully skinny, with round wire-framed glasses and perennially tousled hair. He and Jame embraced slightly self-consciously, then he greeted me. "Hi Tracy," he said, trying not to stare. "It's good to see you again." "You're looking good," I answered, thinking about seeing him naked on Jame's webcam. He was surprisingly muscular, with a big thick cock. "I hope we get to know each other better on this trip." He blushed a bit at that. It was a great show. We'd built a big following in Helena, which was amazing for a single week. At the risk of sounding immodest, Fishnet Barbie was an unusual band. What are the chances of finding five sexy women who love showing off their bodies and are also great musicians? Janis co-coordinated our overall stage look, although each of us chose her own clothes. Nancy did her Marilyn Monroe thing in long slinky dresses that showed off her breasts and hips. Jame looked like she worked in a kinky law office, with sexy black bras visible through her translucent buttoned-up blouses, way-too-short business skirts and frilly black panties matching her bra. She'd been shy about wearing those clothes . . . at first. I wore thongs under skirts ending just below my crotch, no bra and super-revealing blouses. Gurl's dark leotards were molded to her breasts, nipples, buttocks and vulva. Her skirts ended at mid-thigh and flipped up to flash the audience while she danced. Janis wore tight tank tops and skirts that rode up when she played. Her bare upper thighs and bright-colored panties were hidden by the drums . . . mostly. We all wore dark stockings (never fishnet!), sometimes with garter belts. We played until after 1:00 AM, closing with "Groupie Boy." My solo wasn't quite as orgasmic as that time in Yellowstone, but it got the crowd off. The party started as soon as the customers were gone and the doors were locked. With the band, the bar staff and assorted guests, there were 50 people there. "Look at that couple," Nancy whispered. "They were in 'People' last week." "Yeah, they're married," Gurl answered. "But not to each other. And look! They're both kissing that girl! Wow. Get a room!" She purred with pleasure as Janis pressed against her back and fondled her breasts. "Oh Baby! Maybe we should get a room." "Later," Janis said. "They're looking at us. Let's go talk to them." When I went into the ladies room, two women were sitting at the makeup mirror. They looked like models or actresses in their revealing clothes. The blonde was my height, 5'10", with large breasts, wide hips and graceful muscular buttocks. She wore a tight-fitting sleeveless blouse made of black cloth with gold thread and a matching skirt that barely covered her crotch. Her brunette companion was shorter and slender. Her thigh-length dress was clinging red silk with a neckline plunging to her navel. It sagged open when she bent forward, showing her nipples. They were both staring at me. "Hello sexy baby . . . / You're such a divine guitarist / wonderful musician . . . / hot woman . . ." The women interrupted each other in a torrent of words. The brunette giggled, then fell silent. The blonde smiled at me strangely before speaking. "Sorry . . . You're a really sexy woman, do you do other girls, like your friends? . . . We love your band! . . . I'm Margot and this is Nicole . . . Would you like some coke?" That's when I noticed the lines of white powder on the marble counter under the mirror. "No thanks," I answered, smiling a bit nervously as I slipped into a stall and closed the door. They were giggling while I used the toilet and washed my hands. When I returned to the anteroom, Margot was still sitting on a stool in front of the makeup mirror. Her blouse was open and a black push-up bra supported her full breasts while leaving her swollen nipples bare. Nicole was kneeling between Margot's open thighs. As I watched with ill-concealed lust, she pulled the blonde's panties aside and began kissing her vulva. Margot played with her nipples, pinching and twisting them, as Nicole went down on her. "Oh Fuck Baby!" Margot moaned. "Suck my clit while you slide a finger up my cunt. "Fuck! Yeah! Yeah!" Nicole's dress had fallen completely open and her small attractive breasts were hanging out. "I've got something special for you, Baby!" she cooed, pulling her finger from Margot's pussy and dipping it in the cocaine on the makeup counter. The blonde woman uttered a piercing scream and went totally rigid as Nicole thrust her cocaine-laden finger up her wet cunt. Margot stayed frozen for alarming long seconds. "Holy Fuck, Baby!" she finally exclaimed as she came back to life and started moving her pelvis, fucking herself on Nicole's finger. Nicole added a second finger, crossing and twisting the pair as she thrust into Margot's snatch. My nipples were painfully hard and my thong was soaked. The cocaine terrified me but my desire to join in was almost irresistible. Margot came violently. As soon as she'd spent herself, Nicole resumed finger-fucking her. I pressed the palms of my hands against my hard nipples as I stared at the women. Margot came again, even more violently than before, when Nicole rubbed her clit with a cocaine-dipped finger. "God, Baby!" Margot gasped. "That was so good . . . I want some more, I'll bet we can get . . ." She suddenly noticed me. "Hey Sweetie! You're such a hot guitar girl . . . so sexy . . . Do you like girls? Your friends left with some bull dykes . . ." She caught my wrist, pulled me forward and slipped her hand under my skirt. "Yeah! You're so wet I can smell you." Margot stood up and took me in her arms. Our nipples rubbed together as we kissed passionately. Her big breasts completely covered my tiny ones. I froze when Nicole pulled my thong aside and pressed a finger against my folds. "No cocaine!" I whispered urgently. "Not a problem," Nicole replied dreamily. She was kneeling on the floor with her legs spread. When she lifted her skirt, I saw she wasn't wearing panties and her pubic area was shiny with juices. "Fuck! I love coke!" she whispered as she slipped the finger into her wet pussy. She screamed as the drug hit her. There was one line of cocaine left on the counter. Margot snorted it with a little platinum straw, then sank back on a stool, spreading her legs and opening her pussy lips. I bent over, sticking my tongue into her hot center. The smell and taste of her juices was almost overpowering. The tip of my tongue tingled while I was licking her clit. Was it a remaining trace of coke or just my overactive imagination? Margot's pussy was hot, wet and muscular. I pulled her wide open and tongue-fucked her to a screaming orgasm. She settled back on the stool, leaning her head against the wall. Nicole's hands covered my breasts as I stood up. She held me tightly with her tits pressing against my back and her crotch grinding into my buttocks. I was facing the mirror and could see the lust blazing in our eyes. Nicole turned me around and unbuttoned my blouse, freeing my breasts. "They're so beautiful," she gasped. "Perfect little half-baseballs . . . upturned nipples so big and hard . . ." She pressed her face against my chest, losing herself in my little tits. A tongue pressed between my buttocks. Margot had recovered. "Lean against the counter," she whispered. I bent over with my hands pressed against the smooth marble. Nicole licked and kissed my vulva while Margot ate my ass. The heat inside me increased constantly as the two female tongues played over my intimate regions. Nicole's lips clamped my clitoris as she slipped a finger into me. I moaned with pleasure as her finger made swift circles, stimulating my sensitive vagina mouth and G-spot. A slow warm climax flowed over me. Nicole thrust a second finger into my cunt and fucked me roughly as Margot drove her tongue into my asshole. This time, I screamed over and over as I came violently. Afterwards, I'd adjusted my clothes and was applying fresh lipstick when Nicole said, "You're really good. We're going to get a room. Do you want to join us?" "It's really tempting . . ." I began. Nicole and Margot were sexy women, but the coke still freaked me out. "I guess I'd better get back to the party." "We'll see you again soon," Margot purred as I was opening the ladies room door. "I can feel it." At 2:00 AM, I was sipping a glass of wine and talking to Matt and Rick, his producer friend from L.A. Rick was asking questions about our recording. "Nancy's the technical one," I said, looking around. "Her and Jame." Nancy was at the far side of the room, holding hands with a well-dressed man in his 30s. I'd seen Jame leave with Peter a few minutes earlier. "All I know is that we've got everything running into the recorder. It's all digital, so we're editing and mixing the music on Nancy's notebook computer. I can give you a test CD. Nancy, Jame and I were working on it this morning. We're thinking about calling it 'Groupie Boys and Rocker Girls - Fishnet Barbie Live!" I'd put the CD in my gig bag. I was going to give it to Matt, but he could make Rick a copy. Shit! It was the wrong CD. I'd left the latest version at the motel. Jame and Peter had taken the van, so Matt loaned me his car. The passion pit lights were on and the other room was dark. I was startled to hear voices when I unlocked the door. "Jesus Baby!" Peter moaned. "I love playing with your cock," Jame answered. "My hands on your cock and balls. I can say that without stuttering, now." Jame had left the connecting door open again. I knew exactly where I'd put the CD. I could grab it and leave without disturbing the lovers. I closed the outside door silently and slipped through the darkness to the desk. The laptop and CD were gone. The computer case was leaning against the wall beside the passion pit door. There was a CD in the front pocket. I held it up to check the writing on the surface. Good! I put the CD in my purse. I should have split right then, but I just had to see what Jame and Peter were doing. All the lights in the adjoining room were on. They were standing by the door. Jame's blouse was open and her bra was pulled down, liberating her breasts. Peter was fully dressed, with his balls and magnificently erect cock outside his slacks. She had one hand curled around his balls, squeezing them tightly. With her other hand, Jame was slowly stroking his shaft, occasionally lubricating her index finger with the precum at his tip and rapidly rubbing his swollen cock head. "You're going to shoot, Baby." Jame said. "If I keep doing this, you're going to squirt your thick man-cream all over. I know your body. I love making you do this." "Yeah," Peter gasped. "Just a few more strokes . . ." "I'm not ready for you to shoot," Jame said, gently releasing his throbbing cock. "I want that cum in my pussy . . . my virgin cunt!" It only took them a moment to shed their clothes and move to the bed closest to the connecting door. Jame lay on her back with her open legs extending off the bed and her feet on the floor with Peter kneeling between her thighs. "You're so wet!" he exclaimed. "I'm ready, Peter," Jame gasped. "Don't eat me . . . fuck me right now . . . my cunt needs your cock . . . now!" She moaned as he pushed his length into her. Their bodies were angled so I could see every splendid male inch vanishing into her snatch. "Oh Baby! Your balls pressing . . . Your cock throbbing . . . Oh!" Jame worked her pelvis, violently fucking herself while Peter remained motionless. "Cum Baby! Fill my cunt! OOoohhh!" Peter's buttocks clenched and he uttered a little grunt of pleasure each time he spurted. I watched him cum over and over. My hands were under my skirt and I was rubbing my vulva through my soaked thong. "That was so good!" he exclaimed. "Even better than I'd imagined." Still keeping his cock inside her, Peter lowered himself onto Jame and kissed her tenderly. "I'm sorry I couldn't make it last longer." "It's okay, Baby," Jame purred. "It was wonderful feeling your cock . . . YOUR cock! . . . COCK! . . . fu . . . fucking! me! . . . FUCKING MY CUNT! . . . your hot juice splashing my pussy walls . . ." She began rocking her hips gently. "A perfect first time. And it's just starting. Your cock is still hard . . . still inside me . . . fucking . . . Oh! . . . fucking so deliciously slow." Peter was rolling his buttocks in time with Jame's pelvic motions. They were gradually gaining speed. "You're so hot and tight . . . and slick with your juice and my sperm." I pulled my thong aside and slipped a finger into my pussy as I stared at his cock moving in and out of Jame's snatch. He was soon fucking Jame hard and fast, pulling almost completely out, then slamming his length into her so violently the bed shook. I was cumming as I watched them, fingering my pussy and rubbing my clit. "Oh Baby," Jame cried. "Shoot! Shoot in me again!" Peter moaned with excitement as his cock plunged into Jame. He screamed as he rammed her again and again, finally collapsing on her chest. "I'm sorry," he gasped. "It's too soon for me." "Peter, it was great," Jame whispered before kissing him tenderly. It was the perfect time to leave. I adjusted my wet thong and smoothed my skirt. My reflection in the mirror stopped me. I didn't remember opening my blouse. Jame said, "Roll over. I'm going to suck your big beautiful cock now." "Tracy, go!" I was thinking as I went back to the connecting door. "You silly little voyeur! Do you want to get caught?" Peter was lying on his back with his still-erect penis lying along his belly, gleaming with juices. Jame was kneeling between his legs, sensuously running her tongue over his balls. Oh God! Peter was squirming with excitement as Jame slowly licked up his shaft. My hands were on my breasts, twisting my nipples, as I watched Jame take Peter's swollen pre-cum-leaking cock head into her mouth. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her down on his stiff prick. Was she? I dropped to my knees and slipped forward to get a better view. Yes! His entire length was down her throat and his balls were pressing against her chin. Peter fucked Jame's face smoothly. She had one hand on his balls and the other playing with her pussy and rubbing her clit. I had three fingers up my cunt and was close to cumming when Peter said, "Stop, Baby. I don't want to blow my load in your mouth tonight." "Not when my pussy's so hot for your cock juice," Jame agreed. "Your peter always tastes good, but it's even better with your cum and my juices on it." "I wish I could lick my own dick to taste it," Peter said. He pulled Jame forward so she was kneeling with her pussy over his face. "I'll just have to do it this way." She screamed and clawed her breasts as he ate her out, gradually pushing her to a body-shattering orgasm. Spent, she collapsed onto him, lying with her face beside his stiff cock. Peter's face was drenched with Jame's cum. He licked his lips. "My sperm tastes good in your pussy," he said, flipping Jame onto her back and moving between her spread legs. "I've got some more for you now." "Oh Fuck . . . Fuck! . . . Fuck . . ." Jame said dreamily as his length slid smoothly into her. She lifted her knees and began working her hips. "Fuck Baby . . . you're going to fuck me for a long time before you shoot . . . you like the way my cunt muscles grip your cock . . . drive it in my . . . bounce your balls against me . . ." "Oh Baby!" Peter gasped. "You've got the sweetest, tightest cunt I've ever . . . uh! . . . even sweeter and tighter than I'd imagined . . ." He fucked her for several minutes. I was kneeling half undressed on the floor a few feet from the bed. I'd lost count of the times I'd climaxed while watching them. Jame had been playing with her clit while Peter rammed his cock into her snatch. She was on the edge of orgasm when he shouted, "Here's my load, Baby! My hot juice up your cunt!" They came together. I was cumming again, too. While Jame and Peter were lying on the bed, kissing and fondling, I tried to get myself together. My skirt and thong were soaked with my juices and my blouse was crumpled, so I decided to replace them. I changed in the bathroom. With the door closed, I figured nobody would see the light. I switched off the bathroom light, opened the door and stepped into the darkened bedroom. Someone grabbed my waist and threw me onto the closest bed. Rough hands pulled my legs open. "I saw you, Tracy," Peter hissed. "Watching us." He jammed his hand between my legs. "Your cunt's wet. Wet from jacking off while you spied on us." He gripped my panties. I heard the cloth tearing as he said, "You're a dirty little slut and I'm going to make you pay." I tried to squirm away. He was on top of me instantly, with his heavy chest crushing my hard nipples and flattening my little breasts. My legs were partially closed. Peter worked his knees between my thighs, forcing them open. "Peter!" I gasped. "I'm sorry. Please don't do this!" I was still trying to escape. He was too heavy to throw off and he was sliding his stiff cock over my pubic area. His tip suddenly found my pussy mouth and he pushed forward, his mushroom head forcing my clamped vaginal muscles open. He pulled back slightly, keeping his cock-head inside my pussy mouth. "You're paying, Tracy," he whispered roughly. "This is the first installment." He pressed his mouth against mine to stifle my scream as he slammed home. Peter took me with careless brutality. I sobbed hysterically as he thrust into me. It hurt a little, but no more than I occasionally liked. It was his callousness that was truly painful. "Did I want this to happen?" I wondered. "Is that why I kept watching? Got caught?" My own body was betraying me. Despite my hurt and anger, my excitement built steadily as Peter fucked me. His weight pressed me into the bed while his prick punished my snatch, driving . . . driving . . . driving . . . finally exploding and filling me with liquid fire. I came when I felt Peter squirting inside me. Rocker Girl Ch. 07 "You liked it, Baby," he hissed. "I can tell when a woman cums." He pulled his cock out of my pussy and stood up. "You won't talk about this." He went into the bathroom and flushed the toilet, then walked through the connecting door into the passion pit. I lay in the dark, listening. In the next room, Jame said something inaudible. "I just went to pee while you were in the bathroom," Peter answered. "I love you. Thanks for giving me your cherry. I . . . I'm glad I waited for you." Their voices faded, replaced by soft love sounds. I brushed the tears from my eyes, collected my purse and slipped out of the room, taking care to close the door soundlessly. * * * * * * * * * * Copyright (c) 2005 by Ken James All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual people is coincidental. This story depicts a world in which AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases are non-existent. In the real world, please practice safe sex. Please contact me. I love getting feedback and reply to every message. Many thanks to Wayde for his constant love and support. * * * * * * * * * * Rocker Girl Ch. 08 I sat in the car outside the Imperial-Orpheus Bar for a long time. I didn't remember driving from the motel. My voyeurism had finally gotten the better of me. I shouldn't have stayed to spy on Peter while he took Jame's cherry. He'd known I was there. While Jame was in the bathroom, he raped me. Or had he? I'd certainly wanted him badly enough. Had I been trying to get caught? My clothes were passable and my face looked normal in the car mirror. My lipstick was long gone and I wasn't wearing any other makeup. I combed my hair to remove the tangles and left the car. I knocked on the locked front door. Nick, the bouncer, opened it. He was a really sweet guy in his late 20s with blue eyes, a blond crewcut and a wide wrestler's body. He was so fucking cute! Nick had always been a complete gentleman, but I'd sensed his heat every time we were together. "It's my favorite vintage 'Playboy' cartoon." The speaker was a tall man in his mid-50s, with shoulder-length gray hair and a neat gray goatee. "It's a drawing of a bedroom. A man's voice is coming out of the bathroom, asking, 'Why do they call you 'Tex?'' A really stacked babe is kneeling on the bed, naked except for a cowboy hat, boots . . . and spurs!" The other men laughed heartily. "That's pretty good, Jimmy." The speaker had a handsomely weather-beaten look that reminded me of the cowboy in the old cigarette ads, even though he was Black and wearing slacks, a sport coat and a tie. "Where's the party?" I asked. The theatre doors were locked and there were only a handful of men left in the bar. "Everybody's pretty well hooked up," Nick answered. "It is after 3:00 AM. Matt and Lyta left a half-hour ago." "I've got Matt's car," I said. "I guess I'll go stay with them." "That would a bad idea," Nick said. "I can't say who, but they're not alone." "Shit!" I muttered. I couldn't go back to the motel with Peter there. The car's back seat was pretty comfortable, but it was really cold outside. Two men were standing at the bar, drinking tequila and smoking a joint. "Can you spare a little for a lady?" I asked as I joined them. I'd only smoked pot a half-dozen times in my life, but I really needed something. "Sure," the taller man said, passing me the joint. "I'm Frank and this is my brother Joe." They were both around 30, tall, handsome and athletic. Frank had black hair and brown eyes. Joe was a little younger, with brown hair and blue eyes. "What are the odds?" I thought as I took a long drag on the joint. "Two more hot brothers!" I held my breath a long time and was pleased when I exhaled without coughing. It was really good dope. The world around me rapidly became dreamy and slow-motion. "May I?" It seemed to be someone else speaking with my voice and pointing to the tequila shot sitting on the bar. "Let me get you a fresh one," Joe answered, moving behind the bar. I'd never drunk tequila, but I'd seen it done. I wondered why Joe wasn't giving me any salt or limes, just a tall slender glass filled with the pungent amber fluid. No matter. I picked the drink up and downed it in one swift gulp. It burned down my throat and exploded in my stomach. A wave of heat washed over my body. "Wow!" I whispered breathlessly. "You usually sip Milagro, instead of shooting it," Joe said gently. "It's premium tequila." "Okay, I'll drink the next one slowly," I answered, pushing the glass toward him. Joe glanced at Frank, then shrugged and poured me another shot. I sipped the tequila for several minutes before my glass was empty. "I don't think you'll want another round right away," Joe said. "No, that's fine . . . I can already really file . . . feel . . . maybe a little more . . ." I gestured vaguely at the joint sitting in an ashtray on the bar. Frank lit it. Nick joined the group while we were passing the joint around. I waved it away after my third hit and leaned back against the bar, marveling at my combined sensations of perfect well being and blazing lust. "I have a CD for Matt," I said. "He was going to make Rick a copy." "I can do that," Nick said. Nick unlocked the office and we went inside. While he was busy with the computer, I sat beside the desk, thinking about Peter invading my body. I'd wanted to fuck him. Why was I unhappy about getting my wish? Why had he done it that way? Why hadn't I fought him? If I hated it so much, why had I cum so strongly? Should I tell Jame? Why was remembering getting me so hot? ". . . Tracy?" I suddenly realized Nick had been talking to me. "Tracy, are you all right?" "Uh . . . yeah . . . sure . . ." I felt like someone else was speaking. "I was just . . . thinking. It's been a long night." "The CDs are finished," Nick said. "The two copies are in the desk drawer. I'll leave Matt a note. Here's your original." He had a strange expression. I suddenly realized how I looked. My erect nipples were clearly visible through the sheer fabric of my tightly-fitting blouse. The top buttons were unfastened, showing my modest cleavage. I was sitting with my legs spread and my skirt had hiked up, revealing my torn panties and my exposed mound, gleaming with juices. Nick understood my expression instantly. He let his eyes roam freely over my wanton body before locking with mine. We rose as one and moved into each other's arms. Standing with my firm little breasts crushed against his chest and his erect penis pressing into my crotch, we kissed open-mouthed. His hands slid down my back, flipped my skirt up and gripped my buttocks. After humping through Nick's slacks for a little while, I pulled away just enough to work my hands between our bodies and free his stiff cock and bulging balls. As we stood holding each other, his head and shaft slid along my slit, slowly forcing me open. My heart was pounding and I was gasping for breath. I twisted my pelvis, positioning my pussy mouth to catch his penis. "Oh God yes! Nick fuck me!" I gasped as his cock-head entered my snatch. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!" After several thrusts, his entire length was inside me. Nick was a little taller than me, so his cock was angled down. His shaft rubbed my clit and his head caught my G-spot while we fucked. "Oh Nick! Oh Nick! Oh Nick!" I cried. "I'm cummmmiiinnngggg!!" Only his arms kept me from falling backward as my body convulsed. "Does your mother know you scream like that?" he asked. I giggled. It was a line from "Stray Cat Blues," a Rolling Stones song Fishnet Barbie had played at last night's gig. Our version is just as nasty as the original, but we changed the lyrics to the girl's viewpoint ("I've got a girlfriend, she's even wilder than me / So let's just take her upstairs / She's so wild she'll join in too / But it's no hanging matter / It's no capital crime . . . Mama don't know I scream like that / Mother doesn't know I bite like that"). I suddenly realized I was sitting on the office couch, leaning back with my legs sprawled. Nick was sitting beside me with one arm draped over my shoulders and the other curled over my stomach. "Mom's a screamer herself," I answered dizzily. Nick's eyes widened. "Oh! . . . I don't mean I've done it with her, I've just heard her and Dad." Actually, night after night I'd masturbated in the dark hall outside their bedroom while watching them having sex. Nick was still wearing his pants, with his cock and balls exposed. I slipped my hand around his erect penis. It was normal length, about 6 inches, but so thick I could barely close my fingers. "You made me come so good", I purred. Now, I want to get you off." He gasped with excitement as I stroked his broad mushroom head and thick shaft with swift gentle fingers. "No, Baby!" Nick exclaimed, suddenly pulling away. "I'm not cumming in your hand." He removed my shoes, blouse and skirt, leaving me dressed in tattered panties and self-supporting nylon stockings. It only took Nick a few seconds to shed his own clothes and kneel between my thighs. I moaned with pleasure as his tongue stroked my slit. "You taste so good," he whispered as he pulled me open and thrust his tongue into my snatch. I was already close to cumming when he slipped a finger up my pussy and started licking and sucking my clit. My screams were even louder than before. "Sexy Baby!" I exclaimed. "I need your cock . . . Now! Sit on the couch . . ." In a moment, I was straddling him, positioning myself . . . "Oh Baby! Your cock head! . . . Slide it down . . . Yeah! Your head's in my cunt! . . . Now . . . Oh Fuck!!" I almost came as Nick lifted his hips, impaling me on his shaft and slamming his balls against my pussy lips. "Oh Fuck Baby! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!!" I cried as Nick sank back onto the couch with me riding his cock. He fondled my breasts and sucked my nipples while we humped. His plunging penis felt so good inside me, kissing my outer lips and probing my intimate depths. Nick's wonderful mushroom cock-head was constantly stimulating me. It felt just like . . . Peter's! The thought was so startling, I abruptly broke my rhythm. Nick was staring up at me. "It's okay, Baby," I whispered quickly, kissing him passionately as I moved back into time with his thrusts. "He's nothing like Peter," I told myself, savoring the sensations of his tender loving cock filling and stretching me. Nick was under me as we fucked on the couch. For a long time, I kept my eyes closed, concentrating on the sensations of our love-making. Occasionally, I'd look down at Nick's face and body, savoring his delighted lustful expression and the sight of his cock plunging into my pussy. I finally turned my gaze outward and nearly screamed in surprise. Frank and Joe were standing naked behind the couch, stroking each other's cocks as they watched Nick and me. Nick was facing away from the door, so he didn't know the men were there. I winked and blew the brothers a kiss. Nick was intent on my breasts and his steady fucking motion. "Jesus Nick!" I gasped. "This is wonderful! I love riding your big fat cock!" He was moving fast now, gripping my breasts as he thrust into me. Nick's eyes were closed and I knew his world had narrowed to the sensations of our conjoined bodies. I beckoned to the brothers. A second later, I had a cock in each hand. My pussy muscles clamped Nick's head and shaft as I rode his driving penis. He was throbbing . . . really close . . . and I was rapidly building to my own climax. "Fuck Nick!" I screamed. "Fuck my tight little pussy! Shoot your cum up my hot cunt!" I was stroking the brothers frantically as Nick screamed and thrust, flooding me with each stroke. I was cumming, too. Frank and Joe held me upright as I screamed and thrashed. I had a long orgasm while Nick splashed jet after jet of hot male juice against my pussy walls. After he'd spent himself, I continued gripping his still-stiff rod with my cunt muscles, frantically fucking myself to an even more intense climax. Finally worn out, I sank down onto Nick. His penis gradually softened inside me as we kissed tenderly. He looked up dreamily, first focusing on my breasts and face, then past me to . . . Frank and Joe, naked with bulging balls and stiff cocks. "What the fuck?" Nick demanded angrily. He glared for a second, then laughed. "Why should I care?" He paused to kiss me. "Tracy, you're wonderful. I hope these guys liked the show we put on." "Maybe," he continued, pausing to look at Frank, then Joe, "they even learned something." Frank was grinning. "We saw that you'd learned most of what we tried to teach you," he replied. The brothers had dropped their clothes near the office door. Joe fumbled with his jeans, producing a joint and lighter. I inhaled deeply, taking a long drag and holding it. When I finally released the smoke, a wave of dizziness rushed over me. It passed after an instant, leaving burning lust in its wake. "Awesome dope!" Nick gasped. I had two more tokes while he and the brothers finished the joint. "God! I'm so hot!" I announced, flopping down on the couch with my legs spread. The men glanced at each other. Their cocks had softened while they were smoking the pot, but they grew erect almost instantly. Frank and Nick began kissing my face and breasts while Joe moved between my legs, opening me with a touch. "Oh yeah Baby! Eat my pussy!" I moaned as his tongue slipped into my snatch. "Oh God! Oh Fuck!!" Joe licked my G-spot and sucked my juices while pinching my clit with his fingertips. I came hard. My shaking pubis battered Joe's head and face. "Your juice tastes good mixed with Nick's cum," he laughed when the storm had passed. I remembered the brothers fondling each other's dicks and Frank's comment about teaching Nick. "I'm going to mix some of mine in you now," Joe continued, positioning his penis between my legs. "Not so fast, little brother!" Frank said, grabbing Joe and pulling him away from me. "I'm eating Tracy's hot juicy pussy before you fuck it!" He was even better than Joe, making me cum until I collapsed exhausted on the couch. "Let's take Tracy to Dressing Room A," Nick said. "It has a big bed. That'll be more comfortable." I relaxed and let them carry me to the dressing room door. "Put me down," I said as we reached the threshold. "I'm not a bride and I can walk on my own." Nick unlocked the door. "What the . . .?" he exclaimed as he stepped inside. The king-sized bed was in an alcove off the main dressing room. Giant mirrors covered the three walls around the bed. There were two naked women, a big blonde and a smaller brunette, in sixty-nine position in the center of the bed. Margot lifted her juice-smeared face from Nicole's pussy and grinned at me. "Hi Sweetie," she said. "I knew we'd see you again soon." "Come on, Baby," she added to Nicole. "Let's watch Guitar Girl get gang-banged." She looked around the room. "By all these men." I suddenly realized more men had drifted in from the bar. "Nicole, lets . . ." the brunette's mouth was still busy. Margot suddenly moaned, "Oh Baby! . . . Your tongue! . . . Oh Yeah, Oh Shit! . . . Oh! . . . Oh! . . . Oh!" We stared at Margot thrashing on the bed as Nicole brought her off. My nipples were painfully hard and juice was oozing from my hot snatch and running down my legs. Joe, Frank and Nick had immense hard-ons. The remaining men were still dressed, but most had their pants open and were jacking their stiff cocks. Joe broke the spell by taking my hand and leading me to the bed. I sank down onto my back with my legs spread and my pussy gaping. He climbed on top of me, covering my body with his. "Yeah Joe!" I whispered as his cock slid smoothly up my cunt. After fucking me steadily for several minutes, Joe moved me to a new position with my knees raised and the soles of my feet flat on the bed. He was kneeling between my legs, still screwing me with a steady rhythm. There was a mirror on the ceiling, the first I'd ever seen. It was wonderful looking up and watching myself getting fucked. I could also raise up on my elbows and see Joe's cock sliding in and out of my snatch. Lips closed on my nipples and long hair, blonde and brunette, flowed over my breasts. I sank back onto the bed, lost in the sensations Joe, Nicole and Margot were producing. Joe gripped my thighs, lifting them and spreading my legs wider. In the mirror, I could see his thick dick driving into me. He was going really fast. I came violently. I'd wanted to wait for Joe, but I couldn't hold back. I felt his hot sperm squirting into me while I screamed and thrashed. He collapsed onto me, gasping for breath. I held him as our breathing and heartbeats returned to normal. When his cock finally softened and slipped out, Joe kissed me, stood up and stepped away. I looked around the room. All the men were now naked. I'd never imagined I'd see such a mixture of body types at the same time. Somehow, they were all sexy. I wanted each of them to fuck me. Frank climbed onto the bed, kneeling between my legs, gripping my ankles and lifting my legs, pulling my crotch to his face. His tongue slithered around my snatch, gradually pushing me to an intense orgasm. "That was great!" I gasped. "Now fuck me! Ram your big cock up my snatch. Fuck me rough and fill my cunt with your cum!" I screamed with pleasure and excitement as he took me the way I needed! Margot and Nicole were kneeling on my left and right, watching Frank fuck me. "Stop!" Nicole suddenly exclaimed. "Get away from my pussy, you prick! I'm a lesbian." A man was kneeling behind Nicole, with his hands around her waist. He looked like a farmer or construction worker, middle-aged with a strong heavy body, ruddy complexion and close-cropped thinning hair. "Not right now, Baby!" he growled. "You're getting fucked by a real man tonight!" Nicole twisted away from the Redneck, but he caught her and flipped her onto her back, pinning her shoulders to the bed. Red's stiff cock was seven thick inches long and already slick with his pre-cum. She tried to kick him away, but he gripped her thighs and opened her legs. Nicole screamed softly as he forced his cock into her snatch. Once fully inside, he groped her breasts briefly, then began fucking her with rapid thrusts. "Take it, lezzie bitch! Take a real man!" he shouted. Margot lunged for the couple, but another man grabbed her. He looked like a Biker, middle-aged, big and fat, with a bald head and gray beard. "Hold still Blondie," he said. "You're getting it, too! Be good, unless you want it up the ass." The Biker quickly subdued Margot with his big strong body. "Your cunt's really wet for a dyke who doesn't want a man," he commented. "Fucking Jesus, you're hot and tight!" he gasped. "Built for my big thick cock! . . . Yeah, struggle! That makes it even better . . ." She was screaming as she squirmed beneath him. Frank clawed at my breasts as his cock punished my pussy. I was cumming almost constantly, raking his back with my fingernails. I was in a space between orgasms. Frank was hammering me, shaking my body with each thrust. I could feel him pulsing inside me. "Yeah Frank!" I cried, rolling into another climax. "Shoot your . . . Oh Yeah! Fuck! Spray all that hot juice . . . Oh!" Red was grunting rhythmically, cumming as he slammed his cock into Nicole's cunt. "Shit Baby! That was good!" he exclaimed. "I'll bet I've spoiled you for women." He pulled out and walked away, leaving her lying limp on the bed. Cowboy pulled Frank away and knelt between my legs. I gripped his stiff ebony cock. It was over 9" long and so thick I couldn't close my fingers around it. He gripped my waist and lifted me into the air, spiking my pussy on his erect member. "Ooohhh! Gaaaawwwwdddd!" I moaned, wrapping my arms around Cowboy's back and gripping his shoulders. Waves of fire and ice played over my body as his massive cock stretched and filled me with exquisite slowness. After an erotic eternity, I was dizzily aware his entire length was inside me. The Biker was still driving into Margot. She screamed, "You fucking bastard!" An instant later, she gasped orgasmically, "Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck! Oh! Oh! Fuck!!" "Here's a big hot man load for my Dyke Baby!" the Biker shouted as he slammed his cock into her snatch. I heard Margot cumming violently as he shot inside her. Nicole was curled on her side with her legs clamped together and her arms protectively covering her breasts. A thin young man with long dark hair and a sparse black mustache lay beside her, stroking her hair and speaking to her in a soothing whisper. She rolled over and moved into the Hippie's arms. I worked my hips in time with Cowboy's slow thrusts. His head plumbed the depths of my snatch while his shaft rubbed my G-spot and outer lips. His motions pulled on my clit hood, keeping me on the edge of orgasm. Rocker Girl Ch. 08 "You fucking asshole!" Margot hissed, kissing the Biker passionately. "You raping mother . . . Ummm! . . . Oh yeah!" He'd rolled over onto his back and she impaled herself on his still-stiff cock. Nicole and the Hippie were kissing. She curled her hand around his soft penis and it hardened rapidly. She rolled onto her back with her legs open. He was already in position when she whispered, "Yeah, Baby! Put it in . . . right now! Oh Fuck Yeah! . . . That's right! . . . That's soooo good!" Cowboy was still kneeling and holding my body in the air, pushing me ever closer . . . I clung to him desperately as the climax washed over me. I was still cumming when he laid me on the bed. A group of men surrounded me. A man pressed his penis between my lips and I sucked it greedily. I grabbed a stiff cock with each hand as Cowboy slipped back inside me and fucked me with long fast thrusts. I came several more times. The prick in my mouth pulled out and sprayed my face. The two men I was jerking off shot hot cum on my breasts. Cowboy's cock throbbed and his hot juice pulsed into my pussy. Nicole was on her back with her ankles resting on the Hippie's shoulders, giving little cries of pleasure as his cock plunged into her. Margot was still riding the Biker. Cowboy kissed me briefly before getting up and moving away. I lay on my back, dreamily gazing at my reflection in the ceiling mirror. A well-fucked slut, with tangled blond hair, swollen breasts and hard nipples, wantonly spread legs exposing a gaping snatch and a body glistening with sweat and semen, stared back down at me. "Oh shit! . . . No! Don't! . . . That hurts!" It was Red's voice, crying out from the far end of the dressing room. I sat up to see what was happening. Nick and Frank were holding Red on the floor on his hands and knees. Joe was kneeling behind him, aiming his stiff cock between the man's buttocks. "What?" Joe sneered. "You're straight? Well, a man's fucking your heterosexual ass tonight!" Red screamed as Joe thrust brutally forward. I jumped off the bed and ran to watch the action. It was so hot watching Joe drive his cock up the other man's butt. Red was moaning, "Oh fuck! . . . Stop! . . . Please!" but his prick was stiff as a steel rod. I was bent over for a closer look when a hot tongue invaded my slit. Gasping with pleasure, I pushed back onto the unknown man's face. He pulled my lips open and slipped his tongue into my pussy, eating me to the edge of orgasm. "Fuck me!" I whispered, putting my hands on Red's back for more support. The man behind me stood up and I could see him in one of the wall mirrors. He was a cute Hispanic in his early 20s, with a long ponytail. He was slender, but his cock was satisfactorily thick as he slipped it into my snatch. Nicole and the Hippie had moved to Red's other side. She copied my bent-over posture and he took her from behind. She and I stared at each other. It was like each of us was watching herself getting fucked in a mirror. "I'm cumming!" Joe said. "Shooting a hot load up straight boy's asshole!" Red screamed even louder as Joe pounded his butt. "Feel me squirt!" Joe shouted. "Take my hot sperm! . . . Take it! . . . Take it! . . . Take my load! . . . Up your tight butt!" Joe jammed Red's ass over and over, cumming with each thrust. "God Baby!" Nicole screamed to the Hippie. "Your hot juice in my cunt . . . God!" She was cumming, too, leaning on Red's back to hold herself up. I came a moment later, when the Hispanic shot inside me. "So, did you like getting raped, you son of a bitch?" Joe growled as he pulled his still-stiff cock from Red's ass and stepped away. The man's only reply was a low moan. Nicole pulled away from the Hippie. "It's not enough!" she cried, reaching between Red's legs and gripping his stiff cock. "Look at this! He's a closet case who got off on being ass-fucked. We should REALLY punish him!" "I have an idea," Nick said. He vanished into the office, returning almost immediately with a brass-bound wooden chest. "Awesome!" Nicole said, admiring the smooth black paddle Nick produced from the toybox. It was long and wide, with a pattern of holes to reduce air resistance. It made a loud slapping noise when she smacked it against the palm of her hand. "Sweet!" she whispered. Red had been on all fours, meekly accepting his punishment. That ended when Nicole wound up like a batter and swung at his ass. CRACK!!! Screaming in pain and fear, Red leaped to his feet. Frank and Joe overpowered him easily. "Bend him over the bed," Nick commanded. "Remember, 'Take it, lezzie bitch! Take a real man!'?" Nicole growled, pulling her arm back. CRACK!! . . . CRACK! . . . CRACK!!!! With four blows, Nicole had turned the prostrate man's buttocks bright red. She was wild-eyed and gasping for breath as she gathered strength for a new assault. As Nick watched her warily, Nicole bent over to kiss Red's ear. "Shit Baby! That was good!" she hissed. "I'm going to spoil you for women." CCCRRRAAACCCKKK!!!!! Some of the brilliant color on Red's butt cheeks was suddenly blood. Nick caught Nicole's arm before she could strike another blow and pulled her away, whispering urgently in her ear. "All right," she answered angrily, handing him the paddle. "Come feel this, Guitar Girl" Nicole said, sinking to her knees and reaching between Red's spread legs. Despite the punishment, his cock was still rock hard, with a steady stream of pre-cum leaking from his tip and running down his shaft. The Hippie kissed Nicole. They whispered briefly, then he lay on the floor between her spread knees. "Yeah Baby!" she gasped. "Eat me while I finish punishing him." "Bad Boy likes getting spanked," Nicole cooed. "Hot ass." She kissed his reddened buttocks and ran gentle fingers over his tender flesh. "Red hot ass!" Slap! Red jumped as her flat hand smacked his butt. He cried out in pain, but his stiff cock jerked in my hand. "Bad Boy! . . . Bad Boy!" Nicole screamed as she slapped Red's ass. "Bad . . . Boy . . ." she whispered as she kissed his buttocks and fingered his asshole. The Hippie fucked her pussy from behind as she alternated between spanking, kissing and caressing Red's ass cheeks. He was humping my hand, working his pre-cum-slick cock in my grip, growing more excited each time Nicole's hand descended. Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! A fountain of hot cum erupted from his jerking cock. Nicole was cumming, too, screaming orgasmically with each blow she struck. Red collapsed onto the bed. The Hippie held Nicole to keep her from falling forward. It only took her a few moments to recover. "Look at that mess!" she exclaimed, pointing to Red's cum on the floor. "Bad Boy, lick it up." "Not so fast," I said, holding out my dripping hand. "Clean this first." When Red had licked my hand clean, I moved back to the bed, settling on hands and knees beside Margot and the Biker. "You evil motherfucker! Rape my asshole! I love . . . Oh!" she gasped, cumming violently. A man entered me from behind as I watched Red licking the floor. My vision blurred and the world narrowed to the hands on my breasts and the cock in my cunt, stretching, filling, thrusting, spraying, withdrawing . . . Red was on his knees. He'd finished cleaning the floor and was waiting expectantly for the next command. "Bend over," Frank growled, moving behind him. Nicole was on the floor near Red with her neck and shoulders supported by a pillow and her legs and crotch in the air. The Hippie was standing behind her, rhythmically thrusting his cock into her elevated snatch. Margot was still cumming as the Biker drove into her ass. "Oh Baby!" she finally exclaimed. "Shoot that hot stuff up my butt! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!!!" Someone was passing a bottle of whiskey. I grabbed it and took several gulps, hardly noticing the burning. Another man took my pussy while I watched the fucking couples. I didn't even look in the mirror to see his face. He made me cum before shooting and moving away. That was all that mattered. I sat on the edge of the bed, feeling like the Red Queen from "Alice in Wonderland" as I watched Frank cumming in Red's ass. "Off with his head!" I thought. No, that would be too harsh. "All you men! Line up and fuck his ass!" I commanded. Nobody moved. "What's wrong with you?" I shouted. "Fuck him!" Nick looked at me. "Most of the guys here are . . . kind of . . . straight," he answered. I shook my head to clear it. When that didn't help, I grabbed the whiskey bottle and took another big gulp. "I guesh that's reasonable," I finally said. "If you fuck his ass, you can fuck mine afterwards. All of you!" The men looked startled. The group had thinned out, but there were at least a dozen of them left. "Are you sure?" There was real concern in Nick's voice, but his cock was super hard as he looked from my face to Red's round buttocks. "I never shay anything I don' mean," I answered in a slightly slurred voice. Nick looked at me hard for a few seconds. "All right," he finally said, lubricating his stiff pecker and moving into position. Red looked at me beseechingly. "Let me eat you while they do this," he pleaded. I sat on the edge of the bed with him kneeling between my open legs and pulled my snatch open. Margot and the Biker were behind me on the bed. He continued fucking her ass while she fondled my breasts. Nicole was bent over the bed, moaning with pleasure as the Hippie buried his face between her buttocks. Nick said, "Hell of a sacrifice for a straight boy . . ." as he drove his cock up Red's asshole. Frank and Joe laughed. Red gave good head. He sucked my clit and tongued my snatch, making me come twice while Nick was fucking him. Nick pulled out of Red's ass. His cock was as stiff as ever. "Good boy!" I said, kissing him before bending over the bed. "Don' be too gentle," I mumbled. "I'mmm a butt slut." When he slipped a lubricated finger into me, I took it easily. A moment later, his cock-head was at my entrance, opening me slowly and carefully. I rammed my butt backwards. Nick gasped in surprise as his entire length slammed into my asshole. "Fuck my shlutty assh . . . hard!" I demanded. Abandoning tenderness, Nick fucked my ass fiercely, making me cum several times before shooting his load. After kissing Nick, I stretched extravagantly, looking around for my next man. "Who's next?" I cried. The men looked at each other uncertainly. "Come on!" I shouted. "We're talking genuine barely legal female ass here . . . hot tight girl ass milking the cum from your cock. I'll even throw in a little random nookie." The Hispanic stepped forward and kissed me. "I have had your magnificent pussy," he said. I will take your beautiful ass." Nicole was on her hands and knees watching the Hispanic drive into Red's butt. The Hippie was kneeling behind her. "Fuck yeah Baby!" she moaned. "Fuck, your cock feels good in my ass!" The men were lining up behind Red, stroking their cocks as they stared at me and stole occasional glances at the penis driving into Red's asshole. I pointed at the third man in line. He was middle-aged, bald and chunky, with a bristling mustache and heavy five-o-clock shadow. "You! Want some pussy? Then come here and lie on the bed." I positioned him on his back with his knees at the edge of the bed and his feet on the floor. "I'm going to ride your big thick cock," I said, straddling his hips. "Fuck! That's good!" I moaned as I spiked myself. As soon as he was completely inside me, the Hispanic pulled out of Red and unceremoniously pushed his cock between my buttocks. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I gasped as the two men fucked my pussy and ass. The Hispanic shouted in Spanish as he rammed me, cumming almost immediately. As soon as the Hispanic pulled out, the man who had been fucking Red took his place. He screwed me for a wonderfully long time before I felt him shoot. The next guy had just cum in Red's ass. He was a little soft, but still managed to fuck me for several minutes. Nicole was lying on her back at the edge of the bed. The Hippie was standing beside the bed, gripping her ankles and elevating her butt for his pistoning cock. "Fuck Baby!" she screamed. "I'm cumming!!" He continued driving while she screamed and thrashed, fucking her to an even more spectacular orgasm. When she was finally quiet, she whispered, "Now you, Baby. Now you cum!" Her voice was getting louder. "Fuck my ass, Baby! Drive your big thick cock up my asshole . . . shoot your hot cum! . . . "God Yeah Baby! Shoot it! Oh fuck! . . . Shoot it all up my ass! . . . Yeah! . . . Yeah! . . . Oh!" The two men inside me were synchronizing their cock thrusts. "Have you ever done this before?" I suddenly asked. No. "You like feeling each other's cocks, rubbing them together through my thin layer of flesh . . . pushing me until I . . . Oh God I'm cumming!!" I was dizzily aware they were shooting inside me. Red was on his hands and knees on the floor. I straddled his hips and rested my upper body on his back, positioning my pussy and asshole over his butt crack. "One stop service," the next man in line quipped as he transferred his stiff cock from Red's asshole to mine. "Put it in my pussy," I ordered the next guy. I was planning on making him take it out and fuck Red, but it felt too good. "Cum in my snatch, Baby!" I cried. "Shoot your big cock in my tight cunt." I lost track of the remaining men when they bent me over the bed beside Red and slipped a vibrator from the toy chest into my pussy. It seemed like one cock fucking my ass endlessly, occasionally shooting but always hard, pushing me to countless orgasms. Finally, all the men had finished. I lay back on the bed, exhausted. My image in the ceiling mirror was blurred. "Can I eat your ass?" Red asked. "Please? Please let me suck the cum out of your asshole!" I love analingus, but he made it sound gross. "Whatever," I sighed. He lifted my legs and put his face between my buttocks. Red ate my ass as expertly as he'd done my pussy earlier. I'd taken the vibrator out, but he still made me cum hard. Red's cock suddenly replaced his tongue. He drove into my ass frantically, shooting almost as quickly as he had with Nicole so much earlier. He asked "Can I go now?" as he pulled out. I glanced at Nicole. She was lying on her back with the Hippie's head pillowed on her breasts. He sucked her hard nipples while she stroked his hair. "Sure," she answered languidly. Red dressed hastily and fled. Jimmy was standing at the foot of the bed. He'd been calmly watching the action without participating. He was a tall muscular man in his mid-50s with long gray hair and a goatee, incredibly sexy despite his modest paunch. He reminded me of my hippie grandfather, although he was a few years younger. I'd always had a crush on Grandpa. Jimmy even had the same laugh lines around his brilliant blue eyes. I'd spied on Grandpa making love with Grandma. The thick cock rising from Jimmy's grizzled crotch was even bigger than Grandpa's and his hairless balls and closely-trimmed pubic thatch made his stiff dick look even larger. "Come here, Sexy," I purred, sitting up on the edge of the bed and reaching for him. "I'm going to suck your cock before you fuck me." "No," Jimmy said calmly. "I'm going to kiss you." He took my shoulders and pulled me to my feet, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me tenderly. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the sensation. I remembered Grandpa holding me in a thunderstorm, keeping me safe and secure while thunder and lightning crashed all around our tiny tent. Although I'd wanted to, I'd never kissed Grandpa naked, never felt his erect penis rubbing my belly as I flattened my breasts and pressed my hard nipples against his chest, never had his hands on my buttocks, pulling us even closer together . . . "I'm taking you home," Jimmy suddenly said. "It's a cabin a little ways up in the mountains." "Of course," I answered. "Let's get our clothes." * * * * * * * * * * Copyright (c) 2005 by Ken James All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual people is coincidental. This story depicts a world in which AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases are non-existent. In the real world, please practice safe sex. Please contact me. I love getting feedback and reply to every message. Many thanks to Wayde for his constant love and support. * * * * * * * * * * Rocker Girl Ch. 09 Jimmy and I held hands as his pickup roared through the pre-dawn blackness. I watched him in the glow from the instruments as he drove. He was an incredibly sexy man in his mid-50s, tall and muscular with long gray hair and a goatee. The memory of his hard cock pressing against my belly as we kissed naked in front of a room full of men had me so hot I wanted him to pull over and take me beside the road. After seven miles of twisty two-lane mountain road, we abruptly turned off the pavement. The rough gravel road snaked through tall pine trees for over a mile. His "little cabin" was a modern log house with an immense living room / kitchen dominated by a stone fireplace and filled with comfortable masculine furniture and elaborate electronics. There were small bedrooms and a bathroom behind the kitchen. As I crossed the threshold, I was suddenly dizzy. "Are you all right?" Jimmy asked, reaching out to steady me. "Wow . . . I'm just really weak and faint . . . fading . . ." "Here," Jimmy said. "You're just hungry." I was sitting at the dining table, gazing vacantly at a plate. The idea of eating was disgusting, but I took a cautious nibble to please him. Then another. Energy and life were flowing back into my body and I was suddenly ravenous. After several bites, I slowed down enough to notice I was eating a sliced bagel, made into a sandwich with cream cheese and shaved ham. I downed a glass of milk in one gulp and Jimmy went to refill it. "How teenage!" I thought, giggling to myself as I took another huge bite. "Dad . . . Uh! . . . Hi . . ." The speaker was a slender 19-year-old boy with short brown hair and bright blue eyes, dressed only in sweat pants. I'd known he was Jimmy's son even before he spoke. "Hi, I'm John," he said, blushing a bit when he saw the way I was admiring his muscular chest and arms. Jimmy set a jug of milk and two more bagel sandwiches on the table. We made small talk while we ate. I stood up after we'd finished eating. John tried not to stare at my revealing blouse and ultra short skirt. "Goodnight Dad . . ." he said. "And Tracy. It was really nice to meet you." I could see his cock stirring through his soft sweat pants. He mumbled another "goodnight," and retreated to his bedroom. Jimmy took my hand and led me to the master suite at the far end of the living room, switching off the light behind us. We stopped in the middle of the floor and moved into each other's arms. My body seemed to melt into Jimmy's as we kissed. I was lost in sensations: my firm little breasts and hard nipples pressing into his chest, our bellies flattened together, his penis straining against his pants to press into my crotch, my arms around his back, his hands on my buttocks . . . As we undressed, I was self-consciously aware of the dried fluids all over my body. I must have been quite a sight for John with my tangled hair and rumpled clothes. "I'm so nasty," I said. "I know that, Baby Girl," Jimmy said gently. "That's why I brought you home." I giggled. "No. Not that! . . . Well, yeah, that too . . . but I really want to take a shower . . . to wash the other men off before we . . . f . . . make love." The bathroom was the size of my bedroom at home, with a big glass shower stall filling one corner. Under the warm mist, Jimmy caressed my body with soap-slick hands . . . back, shoulders, arms, breasts, pebble-hard nipples, buttocks, legs, inner thighs . . . "Fuck me right now!" I gasped. Jimmy's stiff cock pressed against my hip as he slipped his hand between my legs, exploring my folds. I moaned as his finger slid into my hot wet snatch. His thumb rubbed my clit while he alternated between finger-fucking me deeply and tickling my G-spot. He caught my head to keep it from slamming into the shower wall as I came explosively. I was dizzily aware of him toweling me dry and carrying me into the bedroom. The nightstand lamp illuminated the bed, leaving the rest of the room in shadow. Jimmy laid me on the edge of the bed and knelt on the floor with his head between my thighs. Waves of heat washed from my crotch as Jimmy licked up and down my slit. Impatient, I pulled myself open. He slipped his tongue into my pussy and ate me to orgasm. While I was still thrashing and screaming, he sucked my clit and finger-fucked me to an even more intense climax. He kissed my lips and face tenderly as I lay on the bed, limp and exhausted. I recovered quickly. "Fuck?" I asked hopefully, gazing into Jimmy's warm blue eyes. He pulled me to the center of the bed and moved between my legs. "Oh Fuck!" I moaned as his cock filled me. He knew how I wanted it. "That's right, Cowboy! Ride me hard and fast! Give it to me rough! Don't hold back, you won't hurt me!" Jimmy drove into me with rapid strokes for several minutes, making me cum over and over. When I finally felt him getting close, I cried, "Baby, I need it! Give it to me now! Hot cowboy cum! Yeah! Shoot it! Oh Fuck!" I came again as his hot juice splashed my pussy walls. Afterwards, he switched the lamp off, leaving the room bathed in bright moonlight. We lay in each other's arms, not speaking but simply basking in our shared joy. I matched my breathing to his and drifted away in a warm haze . . . I woke with the alert feeling that told me I'd only been asleep for a few minutes. Jimmy was snoring softly and remained sleeping when I slipped out of his embrace. Something was wrong. Not with Jimmy, but . . . I stretched elaborately, arching my back and lifting my upper body from the bed, extending my arms, rolling my head . . . I sank back onto the bed, sighed and instantly fell back asleep. Controlling my breathing, I pressed my hands to my breasts and began kneading my nipples between my thumbs and index fingers. They were already hard. The sensations soon had me gasping. "Boys have wet dreams," I thought. "I wonder if they're like this." I writhed on the bed, rubbing my breasts, buttocks and the shadowy space between my partially-opened legs. The moonlight streaming through the window illuminated the bed at a steep angle. I'd twisted into a position where the bright blue light was shining directly onto my pubic mound, making my sparse blonde hair gleam like spun silver. I ran a finger up and down my slit, feeling the heat and moisture as I teased my lips open. "Fuck!" I whispered as I slipped a finger up my pussy. Keeping my eyes tightly closed, I finger-fucked my snatch and rubbed my clit, pushing myself toward orgasm, totally lost to the outside world . . . carried away by raw female sexuality . . . My arm flashed into the shadows beside the bed and my fingers closed around a slender wrist. "Caught you!" I whispered triumphantly. "Come on. Let's see you!" I dragged John into the moonlight. He was naked and as beautiful as I'd imagined, with a gigantic hard-on. Jimmy was still asleep, his cock stirring from a dream ("about me," I hoped). "Dirty Boy," I said, kissing John briefly, then taking his hand. "Let's go to your room." In John's bedroom, I stopped and gave him a full-body kiss. The stiff dick rubbing my belly felt exactly like his Dad's. I could see our reflections in the big wall mirror. He was so pretty in the glow from the lamp on the nightstand. Eventually, I pulled away enough to slip my hands between our bodies. "Naughty Boy," I said, catching his balls in my left hand and squeezing them gently. "You spied on us . . . on Jimmy - your Dad - and me." I gripped his shaft with my right hand and ran my index finger over his cock-head. It was already slick with pre-cum. "You jacked this big thick cock while you watched your father fuck me!" "You're such a bad boy," I continued. John was gasping as I stroked his cock and played with his balls. "Did you see his dick sliding in and out of my pussy?" "Yeah!" John whispered. "Did you shoot?" "No." His voice was getting ragged. "Do you want to?" His penis was beginning to throb and I could tell he was only a few strokes away. "I'd like more than a hand job," he replied. "Okay," I said, releasing his cock and balls. John reached for me and I stepped away. "Let's take it easy for a minute. I don't want you to shoot too quickly." I sat on the edge of the bed. "Tell me about spying on us." I remembered all my times kneeling in the dark hall outside Mom and Dad's bedroom, masturbating as I watched them having sex. "Dad brings women home occasionally, but they're usually his age," John said. "With you, I just couldn't help myself. I heard you screaming in the shower but couldn't see much. When Dad put you on the bed, I stood in the shadows and watched him go down, then fuck you." "I was really beating off," John continued. "My cock was throbbing when you were screaming about him shooting inside you, but I didn't quite cum. When Dad fell asleep and you started masturbating, I had to see better." He paused, then continued thoughtfully, "You trapped me. How did you know I was there?" "I felt your lust," I answered. "I don't know how it works, but it does. Knowing you were watching in the dark while I beat off really made me hot." John's eyes widened as I opened my legs. "I'm all wet inside," I pulled my pussy lips open, revealing my hot pink core. "Look at her," I said, spreading even wider. "She needs a man . . . now." John was frozen, staring at my open snatch, not quite believing what he'd just heard. "Come fuck me," I commanded, lying back on the bed with my legs spread wide open. He climbed on top of me and we kissed briefly. "Just fuck me," I demanded. "I need your cock in my snatch." He was lying between my legs and sliding his dick along my slit, clumsily trying to enter my folds. "Just push in," I said, adjusting my pelvis to accommodate his motions. John had to be a virgin. He had no idea how to fuck a woman. "Here she is, Baby," I whispered, guiding John into position with my hand. "Your cock-head's opening my pussy mouth. Push forward and you'll be inside me." "Wow!" he marveled. My cunt muscles caressed his head and shaft as he slid his full length into me. "I'm really fucking a girl . . . Oh shit!" I felt the hot cum pulsing from his penis. John's body was rigid and he looked ready to burst into tears. "I'm so sorry," he said in a voice thick with anger and frustration. "I can't do anything right." His cock softened rapidly. Even my tight vaginal muscles couldn't hold him inside me. "Baby, it's all right," I cooed, stroking his tense back muscles. "It happens to boys . . . to young men. You were just so stimulated you couldn't hold back." John was starting to relax. "I won't kick you out of bed for not being a perfect lover." I giggled. "It's your bed, anyway." He brightened considerably when I added, "You'll be fine next time." I reached up and pulled his face to mine. To my surprise, he was a really good kisser - lips, tongue . . . he even knew how noses should go. I melted into the sensations. John moved on, kissing my face, cheeks, ears . . . continuing down my body. He was kneeling between my legs, already hard again but making no attempt to fuck me. My already-erect nipples grew even bigger and harder as he licked and sucked them expertly. "Lower," I moaned. John kissed his way down my belly, hesitating just before he reached my vulva. I gripped my knees and pulled them toward my upper body, elevating my pubic area. "Eat me out, Baby." He remained still, staring at the exposed area between my open thighs. "John, is this your first time?" He looked away shyly before whispering, "Yes." He was blushing. "I've got a girlfriend, but she hasn't let me go below her waist. She won't play with me down there either, although we've humped through our clothes." "Don't worry, Baby. You'll be great." My mound was slick with juices. John licked me, tentatively at first, then enthusiastically. He pulled me open with careful fingers and ran his tongue up and down my vulva. It was exciting, but a bit frustrating. He was ignoring my clit and merely teasing my pussy lips "Right there," I finally said, pointing to my vagina. "Stick your tongue in there and eat my snatch." I moaned with pleasure as he pushed into me. "Oh John! That's good! Lick me . . . Pull me open wider with your fingers . . . Go as deep as you want . . . Oh! Yes!" He froze when I screamed and my body stiffened. "Are you all right?" "Yeah, that was great! You found my G-spot. Keep licking me right where you were." For a virgin boy, John was giving me great head, making me squirm and moan with his tongue in my pussy. "Fuck John! That's so good!" I gasped. "Now I want something different. Here's my clit. Lick it!" He was learning fast. I didn't have to tell him to stroke my swollen love bud with his tongue or to clamp it with his lips. And he slipped a finger up my snatch without any prompting, followed by another finger . . . thrusting, curving up to catch my G-spot while he sucked my clit . . . The world got blurry. "Wow!" I gasped when I'd come back from my orgasm. "That was really good. John, you're a great lover." His expression was amazing. "Is this the first time you've gotten a girl off?" He nodded shyly. "I can tell. You look like God gave you the keys to His Silver Thunderbird." John was positively glowing. "Roll over onto your back, Naughty Boy." I commanded. "I want to do everything your girlfriend won't do." I licked John's balls and shaft before clamping my lips on his cock-head. He worked his hips, moaning with pleasure as I played with his balls and bobbed over his swollen pecker. "That's great," he finally gasped, "but I want to fuck you. I think I can do it right this time." "I'm ready, Baby," I said, straddling his hips and guiding his hot rod into position. "Is this what you want? My pussy mouth pressing down on your cock head? . . . Opening for your big round knob? . . . Your shaft . . . Is my cunt hot, tight and wet enough for you? . . . God! It feels so good riding you!" John fondled my breasts and buttocks while I bounced on his cock. When I moved too violently and he slipped out of my pussy, John flipped me over onto my back and jammed his swollen pecker between my legs, fiercely driving into me for long minutes, the way his father had done earlier. "Fuck, Bad Boy! Let me have it!" I finally shouted when I felt him throbbing. "Shoot your cream in my cunt! Yeah, give it to me! Fuck shoot it! . . . Yeah!" We were cumming together. "You're so good," I whispered. "It's hard to believe I'm your first woman." "I've seen lots of pictures on the Internet," he answered. "Dad knew I'd find them and explained they're not real. Maybe not, but they showed me how to do things. I learned even more from all the erotic stories I've read on Literotica, especially the ones written by women." We lay in each other's arms, still making out as the rising sun flooded the room with golden light. "I should get back to Jimmy," I finally said. "Before I go, there's something else your girlfriend won't do. Have you got some lubricant? I want you to fuck my ass." "Yeah, I've got lube." John sounded a little stunned. "You're sure? I never expected . . ." "Tracy is sure." Jimmy's voice boomed from the hall. He stepped into the room, naked, with his penis magnificently swollen. "I'm sorry, Jimmy," I began. "Things just happened and . . . how long have you been here?" "I saw John eating you out and fucking you," he answered. "I never expected to watch my son lose his cherry." He grinned. "Now, I'm going to see him fuck your ass." As Jimmy stood beside the bed, I moved onto hands and knees with John kneeling behind me. He spent a long time licking my buttocks before transferring his attention to the ultra-sensitive spot between my snatch and asshole. I moaned and squirmed with pleasure as John worked his tongue in my anus. If I'd touched my clit, I would have cum instantly. When he inserted a lubricated finger, I went over the edge. "Fuck, Naughty Baby Boy!" I gasped after my paroxysm had passed. "Give me your cock. Fuck my ass while your Dad jacks off and watches." "Watch this, Jimmy," I whispered as John readied himself behind me. "Watch your son fuck his first female ass." John was still working his fingers inside my butt, skillfully relaxing and lubricating me. I wondered how a virgin boy had gotten so good at that. "Yeah, John!" I continued. "Press your big round knob against my rosebud. Stretch her open. Oh Fuck! That feels so good!" He was pushing forward until my anal muscles resisted, then gently backing off to let me relax. "Oh Jimmy!" I cried. "Your son's cock-head is inside my asshole and he's putting it . . . Oh Fuck! . . . That's good! . . . All the way in!" John pushed forward a half-dozen times, stretching and filling me further with each gentle thrust. "Jimmy, your son's balls are pressed against my butt cheeks," I finally announced. "His cock's all the way up my ass. You've never even been there, although you had your chance at the bar." "What?" John asked, staring at his father. "I'll tell you later," Jimmy answered quickly. He was still standing beside the bed. His left thumb and index finger circled the base of his cock while his remaining fingers gripped his balls. The fingers of his right hand played over his cock-head and shaft as he watched me take John's cherry. "John, don't worry about being too gentle . . . Yeah! That's good! Drive it in hard, I like it that way!" John was a great ass-fucker, hammering me fiercely, pulling out until his tip barely kissed my rosebud, then slamming his entire length up my butt. He also paced himself, fucking me for long minutes . . . "Jimmy, he's making me cum again!" I finally screamed. John was pumping me hard and fast, pushing rapidly toward his own orgasm. "Fuck John! Fuck me!" I shouted. "Slam that big cock into my asshole. Cum in my butt." I had two fingers in my pussy clawing my G-spot while my thumb stroked my clit. I was cumming continuously. "Oh Yeah John shoot it up my ass! Fuck shoot it! So hot, so good . . . fill my ass!" "Dad, I'm shooting up Tracy's butt!" John gasped as he rammed my ass, squirting more juice inside me with each thrust. Jimmy's left hand was squeezing his nuts and gripping the base of his cock. His head and shaft were gleaming with lubricant beneath his flying right fist. "Cum for me Cowboy!" I moaned. "Spray my face and hair." Jerking off frantically, Jimmy positioned his pulsing cock inches from my nose. "Ready for a hot load, Baby Girl?" he demanded. "Oh yeah! Spray your cum in my face!" I was still having continuous orgasms, although their intensity diminished when John pulled out of my asshole. "Please! Spew that hot man stuff!" "I'm not going to shoot in your face," Jimmy said, suddenly flipping me onto my back and lifting my legs. "You're getting it in the butt, Baby Girl!" His fat cock-head was already opening my rosebud. I screamed as he drove his hot rod all the way up my asshole. Even without masturbating, I continued cumming harder than ever as Jimmy plunged between my buttocks. "Yeah Dad! Fuck her!" John cried. "She's got a wonderful ass!" His cock was as hard as if he'd never cum. He squirted lube onto the palm of his hand and stroked his erection. "Fuck her tight ass!" he growled, moving behind Jimmy. Jimmy was taking me with long steady strokes. He stopped for a moment, with his cock fully up my butt. "Yeah John!" he gasped. "Fuck yeah!" He resumed driving into my asshole, even harder than before. "Oh John, fuck me while I ram Tracy's sweet hot butt . . ." After a few more thrusts, he whispered, "John's shooting his load in my ass!" and came explosively. Spent, we all collapsed on John's bed. I fell asleep within seconds. When I woke up, I was in the center of Jimmy's bed. Heavy curtains were drawn against the brilliant day and the room was cool and dark. Jimmy and John were asleep on either side of me, both gently snoring. Rocker Girl Ch. 09 I looked dreamily at the clock. 11:00 AM. Sunday. I'd been asleep for about five hours. It seemed like an eternity since last night. I closed my eyes again. "It's time to wake up." It was John's voice. He was standing naked beside the bed. His soft penis stirred when he saw me admiring it. "It's after 1:00 PM and Dad's got breakfast ready." I checked my cell phone after our luxurious nude breakfast. There were no messages, so I called Nancy. "I'm still with Matthew - Count de la Ron," she purred. "He just offered to make me Duchess of Grand Fenwick." We giggled at that. "I've got some interesting stories," I said, "but I want to tell you in private." We spent a minute on business. The band wasn't leaving Helena until Monday morning. Nancy and I decided we'd all meet at the Imperial-Orpheus Bar at sunset to pack the equipment and load the trailer. "I'll call the others," Nancy volunteered. "In a little while." She giggled suddenly. "Matt, you bad boy, you know if you do that I'll . . . Tracy, I've got to go." "Have fun, Baby. We'll talk later." I closed the phone and dropped it into my purse. Jimmy, John and I all fit nicely into the oversized master shower. The warm water and soapy hands on shoulders, backs, hips, breasts, buttocks, cocks, balls, and my pussy was so erotic. I was standing between the men with a hard penis in each hand. "This is so wild! I've got my super-sexy Cowboy and his son. John, you look like Jimmy when he was my age." It felt like the water dancing on my heated body was turning to steam as my lovers stroked my breasts and buttocks. Falling to my knees, I pulled the men together and took both stiff members into my mouth. My mouth was stretched almost painfully wide, but sucking the twin cocks was making me incredibly horny. "Somebody fuck me," I commanded, pulling away from the men and leaning against the shower wall with my legs open. Without a word, Jimmy moved into position. "Jesus Fuck, Cowboy!" I gasped as he slid his cock smoothly into my pussy. Jimmy fucked me for several minutes with a steady relaxed rhythm, gradually pushing me to a screaming climax. He held me to keep me from collapsing on the floor. "Son, it's your turn," he said when I'd recovered enough to stand unassisted. John screwed me hard and fast, fucking through my first orgasm and making me cum even harder. After that, I got on my hands and knees and the men took turns fucking me from behind. "It's not fair!" I said as we were all drying off. "I've cum a bunch of times and you guys haven't shot once." "I don't mind," John answered. "We're saving it," Jimmy added. "When did you guys start this father / son thing?" I asked. We were sitting in a rough circle on the bedroom floor, touching knees. "I could tell last night wasn't your first time." "It was after Mom and Dad divorced," John said. "His girlfriend Vickie moved in shortly after my 18th birthday. One night, I downloaded a bunch of extra-hot photos from the Internet. I was sitting naked in front of the computer, stroking my hard cock while staring at pictures of men and women fucking, when I heard Vickie screaming from the other end of the house. The men hadn't touched their dicks, but they were both rock-hard. "I slipped through the dark living room," he continued. "The bedroom door was open and the lights were on, so I could see everything while being almost invisible. "Vickie was leaning back in the big easy chair. Dad was kneeling on the floor with his face between her open legs. They were both naked. Vickie was squeezing her big tits and pinching her nipples. I'd seen swollen nipples on the Internet, but hers were thicker and longer than any of the pictures I'd seen. "'Oh Fuck Jimmy!' Vickie cried. 'You eat me so good! I'm cumming again!' My hand was flying over my hard cock. The pressure in my nuts reached the bursting point while I watched Dad keep her screaming and thrashing. I cupped my hand over my cock-head, catching my jets of hot juice. When I finally finished, I licked the cum from my hand. It tasted even better than usual. "When Dad stood up, I couldn't believe the size of his boner. 'You made me cum Naughty Jim,' she whispered. 'Now I'm going to suck your dick.' Vickie licked Dad's balls and finally sucked them both into her mouth. I hadn't realized someone could do that. She licked up his shaft, then he grabbed her head and held her in place while he rammed his cock into her mouth. "I thought, 'He's fucking her face.' I'd read that expression in stories, but it was finally real. Dad was working his hips, driving his swollen cock between Vickie's lips and down her throat. "Dad finally gasped 'That's good, but I'm going to shoot somewhere else.' Vickie lay on her back a few feet from the bedroom door. I was five feet away and nearly invisible, watching Dad push his dick into her tight pussy. "I could see Vickie's big cunt lips clutching Dad's shaft as he slid in and out of her hot snatch. I was jacking off in time with his thrusts and I was almost ready to shoot. Somehow, I knew he was, too. "'Fuck my tits, Naughty Jim!' Vickie begged. He pulled out of her pussy and crouched over her chest. She pressed her breasts together, trapping Dad's cock. 'That's good,' Vickie gasped. 'Your hot head and shaft slick with my honey and your pre-cum, throbbing as you fuck between my big boobs! . . . Shoot it Baby! Shoot it now!' "I was frantically beating my meat, feeling the cum boiling in my balls. "'Here's my load Baby!' Dad gasped. 'Right between your big beautiful tits!' Thick cream sprayed from his cock-head, jet after jet, as he continued fucking Vickie's chest. A wave of pleasure washed over my body, almost knocking me off my feet, as the jizz fountained from my cock and splashed on the living room floor. "Dad kissed Vickie for a long time. Afterwards, he licked her chest clean. I got all horny again thinking how he liked eating his cum, just like I did. "Vickie and Dad kissed for a while longer, then she said, 'I want a snack.' Dad said something I couldn't hear. "Dirty boy!" she answered, giggling. "I ran back to my bedroom and turned off the lights. There was nothing I could do about the cum I'd sprayed. The living room floor had roughly-finished dark red tile and I hoped the dried fluid wouldn't be too noticeable." John and Jimmy's untouched cocks had stayed rock-hard through John's story. I was keenly aware of my swollen nipples and wet pussy. I really wanted to get fucked, but something was making me prolong the sexual tension. "So what happened after that?" I asked. "After that night, I watched Dad and Vickie every chance I got," John answered. "I felt real guilty, and tried not to watch, but I couldn't resist. They always did it for a long time and I'd shoot over and over. Then Vickie got a job in New York." Jimmy picked up the story. "After Vickie left, I picked up a few women, but I spent a lot of nights masturbating. I'd never considered myself totally heterosexual and I suddenly found myself thinking more about my desires for other men. "I already had a few straight DVDs. I added some gay ones to my collection. I always got off while watching the men on the screen sucking and fucking. "One night, I was kneeling on the floor watching one of my favorite gay scenes. It's a high school wood shop. A dozen naked students are bent over their work benches. The teacher is walking around, fucking faces and butts at random. It ends with the dean ramming his cock up the teacher's ass while the students shower them with cum. "I'd been playing with my balls and stroking my dick. As I watched the dean coming up behind the teacher, I lubricated my 8" cock and balls dildo and set it on the floor, pointing up. "The TV was next to the open door. I don't know why I never close it. As I watched the dean easing his cock into the teacher's butt on the screen, I was lowering my asshole onto the oversized dildo, having to work it in and out for a bit, but taking it fairly easily. "There was a dramatic pause in the video - 30 seconds of near-silence. The sound of ragged breathing was coming from the dark living room. 'John!' I cried. 'I hear you! Come in here right now!' "When John stepped into the room, I stared at him in disbelief for long seconds. When had the little boy I'd raised turned into this unbelievably sexy young man with an amazing boner? "I was still working my butt, dildo-fucking my asshole while running lubricated hands over my cock and balls. 'Jack off for me, John,' I commanded. I let the dildo slip out of my ass. John and I knelt on the floor, about a foot apart, watching each other beat his swollen pecker, unconsciously synchronizing our strokes, exploding almost simultaneously, splashing each other with jets of hot juice." My fingers were wrapped around John's and Jimmy's stiff cocks while their hands were on my thighs and breasts. "That was a romantic beginning," I commented. "Did you suspect John was watching?" "Maybe a little," Jimmy answered. I saw John's dried cum on the living room tile after that night with Vickie, but I thought the dog might have done it." He paused thoughtfully. "I guess I leave the door open because I'm a sort of exhibitionist. Not as much as you, though," he added, looking straight at me. "So, what did you do after that first time?" I hastily asked John. "Well, for the next two weeks we pretended it never happened," he answered. "Dad even kept the bedroom door closed. Then one night, I heard the TV. The door was open. I watched him from the dark living room for a few minutes, then stepped into the bedroom." "I was kneeling on the floor in front of the door, stroking my cock," Jimmy said. "John came in and we stared at each other for a few seconds. He sank to his knees in front of me and I wrapped my lubricated fingers around his stiff pole. I only jacked him off for a minute before he shot his load so hard it splashed my chest. Then, John beat me off." "We spent a lot of nights together after that," Jimmy continued. "We'd lie in bed watching porn, sometimes gay but usually straight, and jack each other off. We graduated to sucking and eventually fucking. I was afraid of hurting John, so I had him fuck me first." I was so hot! My body was screaming to be fucked, in the pussy and asshole, right now! Still, I managed to hold back. "Play for me," I commanded. "Pretend I'm not here and just do it like you're alone." I stood up and moved a few feet away. Jimmy sat in the easy chair beside the bed with his legs spread and his stiff cock pointing upwards. "Come here, son," he said. "Suck your old man." His head was shiny with pre-cum and the fluid was running down his shaft onto his balls. John sank to his knees between Jimmy's open thighs and stroked his father's bulging balls with his flat tongue. "Yeah John," Jimmy gasped. "Lick my nuts. Suck up all that hot juice leaking from my cock!" As I watched intently, John slowly licked his way up Jimmy's shaft, finally taking the swollen head in his mouth. "You're such a good cocksucker!" Jimmy exclaimed as John's head bobbed over his crotch. "I'll blow my load if you do that much longer." John pulled away, although he continued slowly stroking Jimmy's shaft and fondling his balls. "I love sucking you off," he said, "but I want more from your cock today." He looked up at me and grinned. "Tracy wants more of a show, too." "And we'll give her one," Jimmy agreed. "Stand up, John." He curled his left hand around John's testicles, squeezing them gently while slowly stroking his son's thick shaft with his right hand. John gasped with pleasure as Jimmy manipulated his cock, rapidly rubbing his corneal ring with his thumb and index finger. "God Dad!" he exclaimed. "Stop! I'm getting too close!" His penis was throbbing violently. "Too late!" Jimmy replied, working his flying fingers even faster. "Shoot for me son! Shoot it now!" Long ropes of cum burst from John's cock-head, splashing Jimmy's chest and crotch with a half-dozen pulses before slowing to a trickle. John fell to his knees, cleaning the juice from Jimmy's body while Jimmy licked John's cum from his own hands. Afterwards, they moved to the bed. John lay on his back and Jimmy moved into his arms. I had a finger up my pussy, languidly stroking my G-spot. My first mini-orgasm came as I watched them kiss open-mouthed. Jimmy and John were both such good kissers! I came again fantasizing about their dancing tongues. "Fuck me, Dad!" John whispered. Jimmy removed a tube of lubricant from the nightstand drawer while John pulled his knees against his chest, elevating his butt. "Yeah . . . that's good," he said as Jimmy slid a lubricated finger into his anus. "I'm ready! Give it to me!" Jimmy had already greased his cock. "My boy's got such a sweet hot ass," he whispered as he pressed his knob against John's rosebud. "Fuck!" John gasped as his father's swollen tool slid into his butt. "So good . . . Fuck me hard, Dad!" Jimmy gripped John's ankles, spreading the boy's legs wide and lifting his buttocks even higher. "Fuuuuuukkkkkk!" John moaned. His legs and ass rocked in time with Jimmy's pistoning cock. I was kneeling on the edge of the bed with two fingers up my steaming snatch, alternately thrusting into my depths and clawing my G-spot while my other hand jacked my clit. Jimmy was driving into John's ass, pulling out until his head was barely kissing John's rosebud, then slamming forward with bed-shaking violence, over and over in a smooth continuous motion. John's hand was on his own cock, stroking it in time with Jimmy's thrusts. I was cumming hard now, dizzily thinking of old steam engines as I stared at the father-son fuck machine. John was moaning constantly and his cock was throbbing. "Jesus!" he cried as his cum sprayed over his belly and chest. A second later, Jimmy pulled out and shot his own load on John's cock and balls. Suddenly exhausted from my long orgasm, I swayed dizzily. Jimmy caught my shoulders, keeping me from falling backwards. "Wow!" I whispered as he laid me in the center of the bed. I was no longer touching myself, but I came again when he kissed me tenderly. Jimmy and John lay on either side of me. I closed my eyes and drifted away on the sensations of two male bodies pressed against mine with their softened penises brushing my thighs, their hands resting on my belly and touching my shoulders, their breath warm on my cheeks and ears . . . After a long dreamy time, I felt the fire returning to my loins. The men sensed this and began kissing me - ears, cheeks, forehead, eyelids, throat, breasts, swollen nipples . . . my juices were trickling steadily between my buttocks and the air was sharp with the smell of my steaming cunt. Father and son glanced at each other. "You," Jimmy said. He straddled my body, rubbing his cock-head over my breasts and against my nipples while John opened my thighs and slid his tongue into my overheated snatch. He teased me this time, probing my pussy depths with tongue and finger, licking between my buttocks, kissing my mound and nibbling on my outer lips . . . avoiding my cunt-lips, G-spot and clitoris . . . building my lust while denying any chance of release. "God! Yes!" I cried when John lifted my legs and pressed against my pussy mouth. "Oh please oh yes oh fuck me Dirty Boy, give me your big cock!" He was still teasing, sliding in slowly, rocking back and forth, taking me a fraction of an inch at a time like I was a nervous virgin, holding my hips to prevent me from thrusting onto him. I was jacking Jimmy's cock as he played with my breasts. "Your son's fucking me," I said, gazing into his brilliant blue eyes. "He's pushing his cock up my tight little . . . so slowly . . . so . . . Oh!" I screamed as John rammed his full length into my hot snatch. "Oh God! Oh Fuck!" I cried as John thrust roughly into me, quickly driving me to a spectacular orgasm. "No!" I cried in surprise and disappointment when John pulled out as soon as my climax had passed. "Don't worry, Baby Girl," Jimmy growled, positioning me on all fours and moving behind me. "We've got lots more." His tongue pressed against my rosebud, teasing it open. I pushed back, moaning with pleasure, as he ate my ass and finger-fucked my pussy. "All right," he finally said, pulling his face away from my crack. "We're going to play 'Back Door Man.' You like that, Blues Girl?" "Fuck Yeah Cowboy!" I moaned. "Come in my back door!" His cock slid smoothly up my tight little asshole. "Stop!" I cried after Jimmy had butt-fucked me for several minutes, pushing me close to orgasm. "I want to do something different." Jimmy lay on his back and I moved over him in crab position (supporting myself on hands and feet, facing upward) and spiked my asshole on his stiff dick. I was facing away from Jimmy and my spread legs pulled my snatch wide open. John's cock was rock hard as he stared up my exposed pink tunnel. "Yeah Dirty Boy!" I whispered. "That's for you. Fuck me while I ride your Cowboy Dad's cock!" John kissed me briefly before sliding his stiff prick into my pussy. "You're so hot and tight!" he gasped. We settled into a complex coordinated motion. Jimmy gripped my waist while John fondled my breasts and hard nipples. I worked my pelvis in time with the thrusting cocks, caressing them with my anal and vaginal muscles. I'd been double-fucked before, but this position was stimulating me in a new way. It was amazing to bend forward and watch the cocks and balls rubbing together as the men thrust into my twin holes. "Fuck!" I shouted. "This is so good, your big fat cocks fucking my pussy and asshole!" My screams grew louder and longer as the men increased their tempo. Jimmy was throbbing as he slammed into my butt. "Yeah Cowboy! Come in my back door!" I cried. "Fuck yeah! Shoot it . . . shoot your fucking cock up my ass. Oh!" I started cumming as I felt the warm jets splashing my anal walls. Jimmy's hands around my waist held me upright as I screamed and thrashed. John hammered me relentlessly, quickly sending his own load pulsing into my cunt and driving me to an even more intense orgasm. We finally collapsed onto the bed. I remember lying between Jimmy and John with their hands on my body. Suddenly, it was late afternoon. Exhausted from all the activity, we'd slept for nearly four hours. I just had time for a shower and quick kisses before Jimmy drove me back to the Imperial-Orpheus. * * * * * * * * * * Copyright (c) 2005 by Ken James All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual people is coincidental. This story depicts a world in which AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases are non-existent. In the real world, please practice safe sex. Please contact me. I love getting feedback and reply to every message. Many thanks to Wayde for his constant love and support. * * * * * * * * * *