0 comments/ 11333 views/ 2 favorites The Concert By: Greguska The concert was loud, dark and very hot. I couldn't believe that so many people were there, that I'd even come along and that I had managed to lose my friends 30 seconds after coming in the gates. But I was very grateful that I'd heeded my friends warnings and worn my mini skirt and halter top. Anything else in this heat and I'd be melting. I'd managed to find a more secluded spot, if you can call any spot in the middle of so many people secluded, and had settled down to this long awaited concert. The music was coming on hard and strong and I was already right in the mood. Swinging my hips and arms I was the original wild child, just picking up the groove and flowing with it. When I felt his breath upon my neck I almost screamed in fright, but then I caught myself, no one would have heard a scream anyway! And the guy was only dancing right? How lame would I look if I screamed at him? But I could say one thing for him. Man did he have rhythm! I could feel his body swaying to the beat of the music, in time with every nuance of the song. And I was moving right along with him. I'd never considered myself much of a dancer, but I guess I'd just been missing the right partner. His hands felt electric whenever they brushed my bare skin and I felt myself getting aroused by his touch, the music and the chemistry between us. When he pressed his arms to my thighs and leaned me back against him, I could tell I wasn't the only one affected. He wasn't huge, but he was definitely very hard. He lifted my arm over my head and back around his neck, my other hand just hanging loosely. One of his hands stroked my uplifted arm while the other held me tightly around my waist. I was pressing back against him in some wanton manner, completely out of character, but I was so totally engulfed in the moment that everything felt right. When his hand started to brush against the side of my breast I arched my back against him, longing for his touch. His other hand was slipping lower, and I could feel his pressure on my pubic bone. I was sure that everyone was watching us, but no one cared, we were in our own little world. When he cupped my breast with his hand my legs almost gave way, and if it wasn't for his strong arm around me I would have collapsed to the ground. His other hand started to press even lower and I spread my legs to give him access to my very wet and very hot pussy. I felt his fingers run over my panties and then inside, starting at my clit and running all the way down and then back again. Just stroking my pussy lips and clit, not entering too far. I was now on the balls of my feet, my arse pressed against his rock hard cock, grinding against him in some kind of primitive dance. He just pulled my panties to one side and before I realized what was happening, I could feel his cock pressing against my pussy lips. I can't tell you how he did it because I would have sworn a minute ago his cock was clothed! And I definitely don't need to tell you there wasn't a lot of resistance left in this girl or her pussy, he just slid right in, right to the hilt, and fuck me, I came on the spot! I don't think I've ever experienced such a powerful orgasm in my life, and maybe never will again. I just rode his cock while the music raged and the people around us, oblivious to our fucking, carried on as if nothing was happening. As the song built to its' climax I could feel his body shaking. He was trying very hard to hold back his orgasm but he couldn't. When he came I was lifted off my feet as he drove deeply inside me. I felt him slowly slip out of me as the song wound down, and we both drifted apart as the crowd started to break up. I finally found my friends 15 minutes later in the car park. They were worried about me and were grateful that I was there and ok. They apologized for not keeping together and were sorry that the concert was such a bust for me. If only they knew huh? The Concert I've been excited all week, thinking about the concert tonight. And even better, it will be a night out with my best girlfriend -- no boys allowed. She and I have arranged to meet for dinner and drinks before the show. I dress carefully for the evening: a black, low-cut, fitted wrap shirt (I make sure my cleavage is extravagantly displayed), low rise, dark bootcut jeans (I check out my ass in the mirror -- it'll do) and pointy black leather kitten heeled boots. My hair is down and rather unruly -- going for a just out of bed look -- and my glasses are perched on my head, just in case. I rush out of the house and into my car, popping the band's latest CD in the stereo. On my short trip I'm singing along and practically buzzing with anticipation. We've picked a place to meet just down the street from the venue and I find a parking place halfway between both and walk to the restaurant, bypassing the outdoor tables. I'm distracted for a moment by the tall, bespectacled man sitting at a table alone, hoping he doesn't notice my long backward glance, nor me nearly bumping into the restaurant's door frame because of it. I head straight to the bar, where my friend awaits. We hug and she pours me a glass of pinot noir from the bottle she just ordered. Before she can even take a sip of hers, her cell phone rings and she sighs, "Oh hell" while looking at the number displayed. Holding up her finger, she walks toward the back of the restaurant, immersed in her conversation. Knowing her work often intrudes on her off time, I go ahead and start in on my wine, drinking rather too quickly. My elbow on the bar, head resting on hand, I see her coming back with an apologetic look on her face and I know what's coming next. "Noooooooo," I wail. "Yes, and fuck me, " she says. "I have to go back to work. Now. Here, take my ticket. Find someone. Sell it. Whatever. I'm so sorry, but I have to go." I just smile, shaking my head and taking the ticket from her, waving her away and shooing her out of the bar. Sighing, I sit back on my high stool and drain the remainder of my first glass and start in on hers. I'm in no mood to eat alone, so it will be an all liquid dinner for me. Already feeling the effects of the first glass on my empty stomach, I don't hesitate to drink the second at a speed somewhat less than savoring. Chin resting on my palm and facing forward, I hear the bartender greet a customer and ask him if he's going to the show down the street. At this my ears perk up and I turn to see who he's addressing, somewhat startled to see the tall, handsome man from the outside table sitting down a seat away from me. Really interested to hear the answer now, I find myself feeling disappointed when he says he came by the venue hoping to buy a ticket but was told the show was sold out. Do I really see the bartender cocking an eyebrow at me trying to catch my eye? I look quickly away and pour myself more wine, pursing my lips. Peripherally, I see the man glance in my direction, obviously puzzled by the subtle exchange between the bartender and me. I sneak a look here and there, taking in the black, pinstriped suit, the cute glasses, the long legs. Three glasses of wine down and I slide off my stool and stand next to him, not really thinking about what I'm doing, thrusting out my right hand to shake. "Kara," I say, suddenly noticing my hand is trembling. "Timothy," you say quizzically, taking my hand and shaking it firmly nonetheless. I hold on to your hand a beat too long, looking into your eyes and trying to make myself speak. "I have a ticket," I finally blurt. "Oh? Yes..." you say, still confused, though I notice your eyes straying to my cleavage, which gives me a little courage. "I mean, I have an extra ticket. If you want it." Your grin activates a little thrill in my stomach and I smile back. "Yes?" I say. "Yes. Okay." you answer. "How much for it?" Waving the question away, I hop on the stool next to you and reach for the bottle. "Would you like a glass?" The bartender sets down a glass for you, smiling slyly. I give him a little grimace before breaking out in a wide smile and pouring the remainder of the bottle for you, while gesturing for another glass for me. "Cheers!" I giggle, clinking glasses with you. My tongue loosened by the wine, I proceed to ramble about the band, their albums, the shows I've seen them play, the lead singer/songwriter and his savoir faire. I suddenly realize you are chuckling, an amused look on your face and I blush furiously. I start stammering explanations, apologizing for rattling on, still talking too much. I stop mid-sentence, shrug and face the bar a moment. Swinging around toward you again, I'm startled by your hand on my shoulder and your sudden movement toward me, your lips landing squarely on mine. The kiss is almost chaste, quick, and we pull apart, you looking nearly as surprised as me. Now it's you stammering, apologizing and I hold a finger to your lips, shaking my head and smiling. Taking your hand, I pull you from your barstool and lead you out the door, down the street and into the line forming in front of the club. Standing in line to get into the venue, the alcohol suddenly catches up with me and I stumble a little on my heels. You quickly reach to steady me and your hands on my back and arm seem to burn my skin, so conscious I am of you touching me. I keep thinking back to your little kiss in the bar, wondering what it meant and wanting more. Once inside we manage to get a high table, and we both sit facing the stage. I have conspired to, perhaps, sit closer to you than absolutely necessary. Though I am normally a little shy, I am letting the courage of alcohol control most of my actions. As we talk of bands and music, waiting for the opening act to start, I unconsciously but repeatedly reach out to touch your arm, your shoulder, even daring to rest my hand, for a long moment, on your thigh. I feel your leg muscles tense at my touch and I look into your eyes and see an intensity simmering there. I give a startled little gasp and I realize I've moved my hand and am biting on a finger, trying to control my desire. I want desperately to stand up between your open thighs, throw my arms around your neck and kiss you deeply. It occurs to me that I can orchestrate more contact between us, so I excuse myself to run to the bar for water. When I return, I engineer a little stumble into you, ending up exactly where I wanted to be -- between the vee of your legs, our bodies inches apart. You casually drape your arms around my waist, your fingertips brushing my ass, and I keep my palms flat against your lapels, stroking the fabric of your suit with my fingertips. I look up at you and we gaze at each other silently, moving forward in tandem, our lips meeting in an open mouth kiss, our mutual desire bubbling over as our tongues explore each other's mouths. Leaning against you as I am, I can feel your cock stirring and I moan softly in my throat. Not caring who sees but knowing the room is dark and attention is mostly elsewhere, I slide one palm down your body, ending on the crotch of your trousers. I can feel the heat of your erection through the fabric and I rub across it a few times, feeling and hearing your rumbling moans against my tongue. I pull back suddenly and ask you, "Is this okay?" You answer, "Oh fuck yes," and bury your face in my neck, kissing me softly but insistently there. Our arousal makes us suddenly, painfully, aware of our surroundings and we break apart, looking around a little guiltily. Somehow we have talked and kissed our way through the opening act and the band we're here to see is ready to take the stage. At this point I can't separate my excitement about the show from my arousal over you and I'm giddy. Your enthusiastic cheering and applauding for the band's songs pleases me immensely. We have shared innumerable looks of glee as song after song pours forth, me looking to you for your reaction each time. When the singer announces they are going to do a couple numbers "from our first album" I go crazy, jumping up and down like a child, clapping happily. Your arm tightens around my waist as the hypnotic, sexy rhythm of my favorite song begins. Half conscious of it, I begin undulating to the music, grinding my ass into your pelvis. I feel your grip on me tighten and I step back closer -- no space at all between our bodies now. Your other arm has slid around my waist now too; I'm completely enclosed in your arms, swaying to the music, my hips moving from side to side; a slow dance of sex, a preview of things to come. My head is clouded by the music, by my lust and desire for you. I feel your breath in my hair; I hear, no feel, your low moans -- your chest vibrates with them against my back. Though I want to pull you back through the crowd and out of this place, I know we need to stay till the end of the show or we will be sorry later. Another favorite song starts next and I seriously swoon, tripping over my own feet, you catching me up and pulling me back to you. I turn to face you, unable to resist any more, and rise up on my toes to kiss you, your arms tightly around me. I don't care if there's a crowd around us, I don't care if I can't see the band, I just want you right now. Nothing else. We break apart as the song ends and the band says their good nights. Without a word we are tearing through the crowd, trying to get to the door as fast as possible. Outside the club, clear of the exiting crowd, you push me up against the building, kissing me hard and pushing your knee between my legs and your hips into mine. I immediately feel your cock, hard and twitching, against my belly as you grind into me. I am panting, breathless and needing more. "Whose car?" I ask around your tongue and your lips. "Mine," you growl and grab my wrist roughly, yanking me after you on the way to your parking space. You lead me round to the passenger side of the car, forcing me back firmly, your hands holding mine out and against the car as you begin kissing me again, your tongue invading my mouth, my head lying back on the roof, my body splayed out for you. When I feel your teeth on my exposed throat I lift my head and purr into your ear, "Do you want to fuck me?" Your answered moan tells me the answer but I love it when you whisper hoarsely, "Oh fuck yes. I fucking do." Eyeing you intently, I put a hand on your chest and push you away from me, "Let's go then." The Concert It all started at a rock concert one Friday night. It was one of his favorite bands and he had purchased tickets weeks earlier. He showed up early and found a good seat at the bar to wait while the band was still being set up. He was sipping his beer and watching as people filed in, and soon the place was crowded to maximum capacity. The lights dimmed and the crowd began to roar as the band took the stage. He was thoroughly enjoying their first set when he noticed the mosh pit beginning to form. He wasn't much for moshing himself, but he liked to stand near the edge of the swirl of bodies and feel the occasional tight bodied girl push up against him. He made his way over to the edge of the fray and quickly noticed a young woman, who was just his type, having quite a bit of difficulty keeping her feet under her amidst the crush. She was a row or two of bodies in front of him and obviously trying to make her way further out to the edge, unsuccessfully too. He reached forward and grabbed her arm, pulling her towards him. She almost stumbled, but her kept her upright and brought her up against his chest. She was tall, very tall, and slim. He was almost 6'7" and she appeared to be just more than a half a foot shorter. He loved that in a woman. He hated having to lean too far over to kiss someone, and he especially hated that every time he wanted to fuck a woman from behind she was always too short to comfortably pull it off. This woman was just right for his size. She had long brunette hair that floated around her shoulders in the breeze moving around the concert hall, and delicate facial features that lent her an air of fragility which he hoped would prove to be false as he liked things rough. "Stand in front of me, I'll protect you." He whispered in her ear just loud enough to be heard over the music. She looked up at him and nodded, then, appearing to think twice, grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him back down towards her face. "Thanks." She whispered back in an incredible sultry voice. She turned around to face the stage, staying close to him, and began to move with the rhythm of the crowd. The moshers kept expanding their pit becoming more and more violent, as so often happens at concerts, and so she was continually pushed back against him. He moved back little by little to ensure that they wouldn't get sucked into the fracas, but soon he backed into one of the supporting columns that dotted the open area. He leaned back against it and placed his hands on her hips as she swayed in front of him, rubbing her ass against his crotch. She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled, her face flushed with the energy of the place. In the next song, he slid his hands around and placed them on the tops of her thighs, pulling her into his and hooking his thumbs into the waistband of her short skirt. He leaned forward over her shoulder and nuzzled her bare neck as he ground his erection into her soft, but firm, ass cheeks. He was contemplating how to get her home with him, and whether it would be better if she went consensually or not when the song changed again and slid his hands back over her hips, then down her ass and up under her skirt. She slowed her movements just enough that he noticed so he took his right hand from under her skirt and wrapped it gently but firmly around her throat. Surprisingly to him, this seemed to turn her on, because she began to press back against his crotch and his left hand still under her skirt. He leaned forward toward her face again and squeezed her neck just a little and was satisfied to hear a breathy moan come form her. The kept swaying together and he shifted his left hand, still under her skirt, to the front and slipped his fingers underneath her lacy thong panties. He immediately went for her slit and found her to be dripping wet. He was liking this chick more and more. He slipped first one, then a second finger into her wet snatch, fingering her gently at first, then rougher and rougher. The harder he finger fucker her hot cunt, the more she writhed against him. He placed his thumb against her clit and began to circle it when she suddenly came all over his fingers. Still holding her throat, he removed his left hand from her panties and licked his finger, marveling at how sweet she tasted. She continued to rub herself on his hard cock and his slipped his hand back under her skirt, pulled her panties to the side and swept them through her still weeping slit, coating his index and middle fingers in her juices. Then he brought his fingers to her mouth and had just begun to squeeze her throat again in coaxing when she willingly parted her lips and sucked his fingers inside. She swirled her tongue around his fingertips licking off every bit of cum, then began sucking and nibbling on his fingers in earnest. That turned him on so much that he nearly came in his pants. This girl was definitely coming home with him whether she liked it or not. While she was still suckling at his fingers, the band took a break. He released her neck and turned her so that her back was against the pillar. "You will stay here while I go and get us a couple drinks. Do you understand?" She nodded, looking up at him with lust. "You will not leave this spot," he continued, "Or I will be forced to punish you." She nodded again. "If you're a good girl, I'll let you pick what you want to drink. Are you a good girl?" He said in a very stern manner. Again she nodded up at him. "Okay, what would you like to drink?" He asked. "A bay breeze." She replied sweetly. Of course, he thought to himself. Such a girly drink, but she had been perfect so far, so he was willing to indulge her. "I don't care how long it takes me to get back. You will stay right here!" She nodded to him once again, and he turned and walked toward the bar. A few minutes later he returned with her drink and a beer for himself. He pushed her up against the pillar and began to fondle her tits through her top and she sipped drink and he worked on his beer. He was still hard and still thinking about what he was going to do to her later. The DJ'd music and the crowd made it difficult to talk, but he leaned down to her ear and asked, "Do you suck dick?" She made a face and said, "No, I hate it." "Why?" He asked. "Because it's uncomfortable, it boring, and it takes too fucking long." She replied. He personally did not care to get head, it just didn't really do anything for him, but he didn't want her to know that. He wanted her to think it would be a great concession on her part to not have to suck him off later when he took everything else he wanted from her. "Well then, you must take it in the ass, right?" He said in a very serious way. "Not really." She said back, then hesitated, and added, "I haven't had much experience with that. The guy always didn't take enough time to let me get used to it, or he just sucked at it." Dear god was he going to have fun with her. "Don't you worry," He said, "I'll break you in nice and easy and soon enough, you'll be begging me to fuck your ass again and again." "Promise?" She coyly asked. Just then, the band started up again, but he had already decided he didn't care; he wanted her right then and there. He lifted her up and braced her against the pillar while he pulled her thong off and stuffed it in his pocket. His fingers entered her again and she moaned and squirmed as he found her G-spot and rubbed it generously. She was about to cum again when someone knocked into him from behind, jostling him. A fight had broken out amongst the moshers and security was clear across the floor. He let her down, and turned in front of her to keep her behind him and protected. He pushed to nearest brawler off of them and began to turn back to her when someone else fell into him. At this point, he was getting pissed. All he wanted to do was thrust his hard cock into to waiting pussy and these idiots were making it all but impossible. The fight quickly escalated and he threw a few punches, more to keep people off of him than anything else, and security finally made their way through the crowd and broke up the proceedings. They hauled the combatants off toward the exit and he turned back to the pillar. She was gone. He looked everywhere and couldn't find her. Eventually he went outside, and just caught sight of her pulling away in a taxi. He ran after it for a few steps, but to no avail. Fuming, he stormed to his car his evening ruined, as he realized he still had her panties in his pocket. He pulled them out and sniffed the damp crotch. Oh, but she smelled so good. He swore to himself that he would find her and punish her for escaping him, and then proceed to make her belong to him. 2 Weeks Later Saturday nights, the town had a weekly festival of sorts. The last block of the town's main drag leading up to the ocean front was closed off and vendors of all kinds set up stalls and kiosks along the sidewalks. The local bars all put on drink specials and anyone with an outdoor patio, which was most places, had live music. This went from late afternoon until all the people retired for the night or until any particular vendor tired and packed up shop for the evening. It was not unusual for people to still be milling about in the street taking last minute looks at the wares of the few remaining vendors until 3 or 4 in the morning. It was largely a social event, no one selling anything of great importance. Many stalls had jewelry, or hand sewn cloths. Paintings and sculpture from local artists, and the occasional second hand thrift stall comprised most of the rest. Two weeks after their encounter at the concert, he went to the festival to have a few drinks, socialize, and see if he couldn't find some hot bodied babe to take his mind of the seemingly perfect woman he had lost. Ambling down the sidewalk, beer in hand, he spotted a familiar face amongst the crowd across the street. It was her. He couldn't believe it. What were the chances? She must live in the neighborhood, he thought, as tourists rarely came to the festival since it was not advertised. It was more of something that locals knew about because it had been going on for years and no one cared to let the tourists know since it would ruin the levity of the evenings. He crossed the street part way down the block and began to move towards her. She was wearing another skirt, and a very skimpy top. It was one of those numbers that's opaque over the tits, but the rest of the front is merely lightly beaded lace, completely see through. The back was just three ties that held the whole thing together. He noticed a number of heads turning her way as she passed along the sidewalk, stopping here and there to purchase some trinket or other, haggling with the stall owners. He followed her as she moved further along the road toward the ocean, where it was not well lit. She walked over the cross street and into the sand beyond the sidewalk at the far edge of the road. There was a bath house further out on the beach where people could change and rinse off after a swim and she moved just past it and stopped to watch the water. By this time, he had crossed the street after her, and was peeping around the corner of the building watching her watch the water. He advanced along the side of the building, grateful that it angled just enough to remove them from sight of the crowd across the way. Seeing that she hadn't noticed him, absorbed as she was in the view, he looked around for something he could use. He spotted a buoy chain coiled against the side of the bath house and quickly knelt down, cutting several lengths of rope from between the floaters. He got back up and placed them on a very conveniently placed table jutting out from the front of the bath house where the lifeguards usually placed complimentary sun block and their rotation schedule. He found a clean bandana in the pocket of his cargo pants and folded it into a suitable gag. Still having taken no notice of him, he reached out and grabbed her arm, feeling reminiscent of the last time he had done so, and whirled her around and up against the wall of the building before she had a chance to cry out. He had her pinned to the wall, one arm wrenched behind her back and his other hand over her mouth. "Remember me?" He sneered at her. Her eyes went wide with obvious recognition, and she attempted to speak through his hand. He wrenched her arm further and leaned into to face to say, "Don't say a word. Not one word. If you try to scream or say anything, I'll hurt you." She nodded beneath his hand that she understood him. He let go of her mouth, spun her around to face the wall and pushed his hip into her back to keep her there while he pulled the pre-folded gag from his pocket and wrapped it around her head, making sure it was snug in her mouth. He leaned his body against her back and whispered in her ear, "You are going to be very sorry that you left me that night. I had big plans for you and that sweet little body of yours and you ruined them all by running off. I was going to be nice and break you in gently, but now I'm going to punish you as you deserve." He sounded so grim that she began to whimper and whine through her gag. He turned her around again and bent her over the table where he had placed the ropes. He expertly tied her hands in front of her, and then knelt down to do the same with her ankles. Then he rose, and picked her, throwing her over his shoulder. Grabbing the small bag of goodies she had purchased, he placed the last piece of rope inside it and peered around the side of the building. Confident that no one was paying attention, he walked across the open dunes toward the house he kept a half mile down the beach. She began to squirm trying to get away so he reached up and smartly smacked her on the ass. It was a hard enough blow to sting through her skirt and momentarily distract her from her struggle. She began to move about again, when he spanked her again and growled, "If you keep fighting me, I will make it all the worse for you. If you behave, I may just let you off with a thorough spanking and a lot of forced begging." She went still, thinking to herself that that particular prospect actually sounded quite appealing since she did love to be spanked and she was extremely attracted to the guy. She had almost let him fuck her in the middle of a crowded concert after all. She was mostly paranoid that he would turn out to be some lunatic who wanted to torture and kill her rather than some perfect guy who wanted to give her just what she had always wanted in bed. Either way, she reasoned to herself, it's not worth it to unduly upset him if he were some kind of maniac. As if reading her thoughts, he said in a very low voice, so that she could barely hear him, "I'm not going to hurt you, you foolish girl. I'm going to make you want me like you've never wanted anyone, but if you want to pretend you don't want it, well, I like that too." She could barely believe her ears. This might actually be the guy that she had been looking for since she first discovered sex and realized what she wanted from it. By this time, they had arrived at his house and he took her inside and locked the deadbolt with the key from the inside, then pocketed the key so that if she got loose she would not have an easy escape. He took her into the living room and dumped her on the couch. Before she could try to get up, he used the last piece of rope to tie her ankles to the foot of the couch. He left the room, and she quickly realized that his couch was much too heavy for her to life to free herself from it. She tried to untie the bindings on her ankles, but he walked back into the room before she could make much progress. He was carrying a large Rubbermaid tote. He took the tote into yet another room and came back a few seconds later to unbind her from the couch and carry her into that same room. It was his bed room, she realized. He had a large bed with a cast iron frame and ornate head board and he immediately placed her upon it. She tried to squirm away to the other side but he held her wrist restraints in one hand and pulled his knife out of his pocket with his other hand. She froze at the sight of the knife. He could tell that she was genuinely afraid of it, and he didn't want to ruin the mood he was reasonable sure he had created. He leaned close to her face again and brought the knife up to her eye level. "I will not use this on you." He said. "I promise. I will not scar you or mark you in any way. I will not cut you. Do you believe me?" She nodded slowly. He reached down and cut the rope from her wrists, then holding one wrist in his firm grip, reached into the Rubbermaid tote and pulled out a pair of silk lined handcuffs. He locked them onto her and made sure they weren't too tight before pressing the button that would keep them from clicking any tighter. Then he pulled an odd looking device out of the tote and snapped it onto the middle of the cast iron head board. She wasn't sure what it was until she saw him swivel it around several times, then realized he was going to attach the cuffs to it and it would allow him to turn her on her back or her stomach without having to uncuff her each time. Sure enough, he placed connecting chain between the cuffs into the loop on the front of the device and locked it into place. Now she was on her back stretched out on bed. Now she was starting to get nervous again. This guy said he wouldn't hurt her, but how did she really know, and there was no possible way to get away from him now if he did turn psychotic. And while she wasn't exactly fighting him, she certainly wasn't giving anything to him. She was more passively allowing him to take whatever he wanted. He could sense her trepidation, but decided not to allay her fears this time as she would find out soon enough that he would only hurt her in pleasurable ways. He pulled a number of things out of the tote and placed them on the bed beside her, then climbed up next to her and slashed the bindings at her ankles. He then removed his clothes, one piece at a time, slowly, letting her take a good look at the way he was formed. He took pride in his appearance; he ate well and worked out regularly so he was in excellent shape. Not too ripped, but she could easily discern the play of his muscles under his skin even in the poor lighting. He was already hard and she noticed that he actually had a perfectly sized dick for her. He was about 8" and thick. She couldn't take too much length as she was small inside, but she loved a fat cock, that's where all the feeling came from. Once stripped, he reached up and untied lacing of her shirt at the back of her neck, then pushed her onto her side to do the same to the remaining two ties. He pulled the shirt off of her and sat back to admire her bare torso. She was lean, with a flat, smooth belly topped with small perky tits. He guessed them to be B cups, which he liked because they fir perfectly into his large hands, and her nipples were small, pink, and erect. "Beautiful." He whispered, more to himself than to her. Then he bent down to take one into his mouth while he grasped her other breast in his hand. He sucked and lightly bit her nipple causing her to arch her back and moan. "Ooh, you like that, don't you?" He said. Her cheeks flushed and she looked away. He chuckled, and then turned his oral attention to the other breast. After a few minutes, to her dismay he stopped, and began to sort through the pile of things he had brought onto the bed. From the pile he selected a leather collar with a steel hoop on the front and slid it around her neck. "I own you now," He said as he fastened it, "And by the end of the night you'll realize that fully." He then picked up a long, thin, silver chain and fed it through the loop in the collar. At the ends of the chain were two soft, pliable, rubber loops, similar to those on eyeglass chains. He pinched her nipples to make them as hard as possible then placed the loops over them and tightened them so that they were snug on her little pink buds. She moaned again, and he lifted the chain and tugged at it, stimulating her again and again. He then smoothed his hands over her stomach and hips, down to her skirt, which he unzipped and pulled off along with another pair of lacy thong panties. The Concert It was the last rock concert of the season at the local amphitheatre and the cool breeze of the September night sent a chill through his body. "It's going to be a chilly night" he thought as he walked from the parking lot. The line of concertgoers snaked up the hill as the throngs took turns being patted down by security. He'd shown up by himself even though he had two tickets. His brother was supposed to be his "date" for the night but he cancelled at the last minute. There was no time to line up anyone else and now he had to deal with the scalpers, a prospect that made him cringe. He could see them milling just outside the ticket booth. He figured he would recoup some of the cost and put the money towards a t-shirt and a beer. That's when he saw her leaning against the wall off to the side. She was a bit younger than he was. She had blonde hair and was wearing a very short mini-skirt and black boots. He could tell instantly she had a great body. What if, he thought to himself. He watched her surveying the crowd. Waiting for someone? What if she were stood up? What if she was looking for a ticket? No, she'd be talking to people if that was the case. She was definitely waiting for someone. Hell, a girl THAT good looking HAD to be with someone. He hesitated a moment and then decided "What the hell." He walk up to her. She looked at him, slightly startled, but not unfriendly. "Hi, do you need a ticket?" he asked casually. "Actually, I'm supposed to meet someone who has my ticket. If she ever shows up." The thud of a bass guitar was clearly audible. The show had started. "They didn't show up?" he asked, just to keep the conversation going. "No," she sighed. "And she was supposed to meet me at 7:30pm." He looked at his watch. It was already 8:15pm. "Maybe she's waiting for you somewhere else." "No, it was supposed to be right here. By the flagpole." She sounded exasperated. "That's the last time I arrange to buy a ticket on Craig's List." "So, you don't know the person?" he asked. "No, and they probably just decided to blow me off. And Green Day's my favorite band and now I'm going to miss it." She was clearly bummed. "Not necessarily," he said with a smile. She looked at him, puzzled. It was then that he noticed she had beautiful green eyes. "I have an extra ticket. My brother blew me off too. I mean, he bailed on me." She looked at him like he'd just found her lost puppy. Then her expression darkened. "But I already bought the other ticket. I mean, I sent her a check in the mail...How much are you asking for it?" He smiled kindly. "You can have it. I'll give it to you. No problem." Her face lit up. "Oh, thank you!" She threw her arms around his neck. He could feel her full, round breasts press against his chest. This could turn out okay after all, he thought. Walking to the venue, he glanced at her long legs striding, with her black leather boots click-clacking on the cement. She was talking excitedly, something about the tour the band was on, but he was lost in his thoughts. I'm going to be sitting with this incredibly hot babe. And she's so nice. This is so great! She paused her monologue. She was waiting for a response. Had she asked him a question? Jeez, get your head out of your ass, he thought. "I said my name's Amanda," she repeated, helpfully. "Oh, Jason," he answered, smiling. "Hi Jason," she said, with a sexy twinkle in her eye. They stopped to buy a couple of beers and then found their seats. They were good ones and she jumped up and down when she saw how close they were. They were ten rows back from the stage, off to the side. They settled in their seats. He had brought a blanket in case the temperature dropped. He stuffed it under his seat. They "clinked" their plastic beer cups. "Here's to great seats," he said. "Great seats. Great music. Great company" she answered with warmth in her eyes. "Thank you, Jason. I owe you big time." "Don't be silly," he said, graciously. "You know, I feel like I'm the lucky one." A smile spread across her face. She pressed herself against him, slipping her arm through his. "Well, I feel like I won the lottery" she answered. They spent the time during the first act and the changeover talking face to face. Which concerts they'd seen. What music they liked. What music they didn't. Where they lived and worked. He learned she was new to the area, didn't know that many people yet (which explained why she wasn't on a date.) She was single after being in a long relationship with a guy. They'd split up because he wanted to get married and she wasn't ready. She said she wanted to live, to experience things, before she took that step. She learned that he was a genuinely nice guy. He had planned to come to the concert with his brother but when he backed out he didn't make him pay for the ticket. He didn't have a girlfriend, not because he was unattractive (he was anything but) but because he didn't want to waste his time unless he really cared for the person. She found him interesting, funny, and sincere. And the fact that he wasn't a scam artist made him all the more attractive. He realized they were having one of those honest conversations you can sometimes have more easily with a stranger than with someone you know. Like when you're sitting on a plane and end up telling the woman next to you all about your past relationships. Something about the proximity, and the anonymity, made it easier. By the time the next act was being announced, he felt like they'd been friends for a while. He wondered if she felt that same intimacy. He wanted her to. "Get on your feet for Greeeeeen Daaaaaay! a voice intoned. They jumped to their feet along with 10,000 other cheering fans. She was bouncing with excitement. When Billie Joe Armstrong, the lead singer, came out and thrust his arms high in the air, she did the same. Fireworks exploded above the stage. She turned to Jason and hugged him. He kept his arm around her as the band launched into their first song. The music was transporting. Loud, driving rock with great melodies and sardonic lyrics. They sounded great. After each song, she'd turn to him as if to say "wasn't that fantastic?" and she'd hug him again. He found himself anticipating that moment, when she'd shine those gorgeous green eyes at him and press her luscious body against his. Billie Joe was singing: "She's a rebel She's a saint She's salt of the earth And she's dangerous Is she dreaming what I'm thinking Is she the mother of all bombs gonna detonate" They danced together and he couldn't help but watch her, moving, writhing, undulating to the music. She was bathed in the light from the stage and she looked glorious. When the band began singing a ballad, they sat in their seats. He realized it was the first time they'd sat since the concert started. She glance at him and caught him watching her. She smiled and leaned so his shoulder was touching his. He reached over and gently touched her hand with his. She put her other hand on top of his, sandwiching it between her warm flesh. "My beating heart belongs to you I walked for miles til I found you I'm here to honor you If I lose everything in the fire I'm sending all my love to you" As the crowd erupted in applause, he turned to her, their faces inches from each other. He leaned to her, tilted his head, and kissed her. It was soft, tentative, almost childlike. She looked up in his eyes. Then she leaned to him and kissed him back. Her tongue found his. It seemed to go on and on. His heart was pounding. His hand slipped from her grasp and found the softness of her inner thigh. He felt her let out a sigh and sensed her legs spread slightly. She felt incredible. "Are you cold?" she asked with wide, innocent eyes. "Um, yeah, I guess I am," he muttered, a bit baffled by this seemingly random question. "Maybe...you should get your blanket?" She asked, arching her eyebrows. Catching on, he smiled and quickly fetched the blanket from under his seat. He spread it over the two of them. The fabric felt soft and inviting, like a quilt on a featherbed. She pulled the blanket up to neck and turned back to him. She kissed him hungrily, her hand caressing his chest. She could feel her pussy throb. That was all the license he needed. He reached out for what he'd been longing for -- he cupped her breast in his hand, feeling the firm nipple through the fabric. His cock stiffened. She unbuttoned his shirt button and slipped her hand inside. His skin was velvety, and she traced the outline of his pecs until she found his nipples. God, he's built, she thought to herself. She let her hands slide down to his stomach and felt his abs, hard and defined. He was slipping his hand under her bra, replacing the lacy cup with his strong hand. His fingers rolled her nipple until it stood out. Her breasts felt firm and full, filling his hand perfectly. Her hand found his belt and was undoing the buckle. He could hardly believe what was going on but it seemed so right, somehow...inevitable. She undid the buckle and unsnapped his jeans. He lifted his pelvis so she could unzip his fly. A moment later, his jeans were open, his hard cock was pressing against his shorts. She was leaning her head on his shoulder, watching the show, while her hand slowly pulled down the waistband of his shorts. He felt his hard-on spring upward and he was so very grateful for the blanket. As the music raged, she began to stroke him, making him big. And hard. So hard. She pulled the skin down and he felt the tip engorge and press upward. Oh my god, I've never been so tured on, he thought. She slid her hand up and down his long shaft. He's so silky smooth. And so long. My God, he's really, really long. Oh, and thick too. Mmmmm. I guess this really IS my lucky day, she thought. He was breathing heavily now. His reached down to her legs. They were fully spread now. She wants me to touch her, he thought. He reached under her skirt and slid his fingers down the front of panties, over her soft bush, and penetrated the folds of her pussy. It was as wet as any he'd ever felt. She leaned back in her chair, lifting her hips to let him inside her. He slid his fingers deep inside her and he could hear her let out a moan. She was stroking him steadily and he fingered her with a pace that matched hers. She was so hot. So wet. His fingers were soaking from her juices. "Everybody get on your fucking feet!" Billie Joe was yelling and they could see the fans around them jumping up to oblige. Knowing it would be too conspicuous to remain half-reclined in their seats, they instinctively jumped up. He quickly stepped close behind her to hide his exposed cock and in one motion swept the blanket around his back so that it enclosed the two of them. She held the ends of the blanket in one hand covering them entirely. His hands free, he caressed her from behind, feeling her tight torso under her blouse. He let his hands travel over her ass and down her thighs and between her legs. He cupped her breast with one hand while the other massaged her pussy. She felt her knees go wobbly and she leaned against the seat in front of her for support. She swayed to the music as he unbuttoned her blouse. His fingers found the clasp behind her bra and soon her breasts were completely freed. He cupped them in both hands as she moved her ass against his rock hard cock. One, 21 Guns Lay down your arms Give up the fight One, 21 Guns Throw up your arms into the sky You and I ... She was swaying one hand side to side, along with the crowd, while the other clutched the ends of the blanket. He reached under her mini-skirt and pulled down her panties. He slid his big cock between her cheeks and stroked it up and down the crevice of her ass. What a perfect ass! She laid her head back, her mouth open, her free hand slipped under the blanket and reached back to grab his ass. It was hard and muscular, just like she liked it. She grabbed him and pulled him against her. He bent his knees and slipped his cock between her legs, so the shaft was sliding along her wetness. She looked down to see the head of his cock sticking out in front of her betweem her legs. She made a circle with her thumb and finger and slid it over the head, again and again. His mouth found her ear. "Amanda, I want to fuck you," he whispered breathily. "I want to fuck you like this. Right now." She could feel his animal desire viscerally and it made her so excited she could hardly stand it. She pumped his rock hard cock the way she wanted to be pumped. He was panting now. "Is it okay?" he whispered. "Do you want to?" She couldn't speak. She could only nod her head, vigorously. He reached down and rubbed the head of his cock along the folds of her pussy. She was so wet. She leaned forward and arched her back, raising her ass, opening herself to him. Her legs were spread. He slowly pushed tip of his cock inside her. The head popped in and he could hear her cry out. Just like the yells and screams of everyone around them. His fingers found her nipples, they were big and hard now. He pushed his cock into her, slowly, inexorably, deeply. He buried himself into her and started to slowly pump her. To the music. One, 21 Guns Lay down your arms Give up the fight One, 21 Guns Throw up your arms into the sky You and I ... After they sang "One", he took her by the hips and thrust his cock deep into her. In time with the thundering guitar. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Again the guitar rang out and again he pounded his hardness deep inside her. When the quiet part of the sang came, he moved in close to her, holding her, letting her catch her breath. He slowly rolled his hips, and explored every corner of her pussy with his cock. She moved with him, perfectly in synch, undulating her body to receive him and to caress him in time to the music. Suddenly the tempo changed. The band was playing a slamming punk number and the singer was yelling for everyone to "Bounce!!!" All around them, the audience was pogo'ing to the music. Tenatively, they started to move to the fast rhythm of the song, bouncing up and down. Somehow they knew this would soon send them over the edge. Wooaahhooohh! Christian's Inferno! Wooaahhooohh! Christian's Inferno! Faster and faster they bounced. To protect himself, he held her close, so they would move as one. With every bounce, he spread her lips and pushed so deep inside she was letting out cries of pleasure. He lifted her in his strong arms so she was off the ground. She wrapped her legs around his. He pulled her close to him she he was pressed against her round ass. He felt a growing pressure gathering in his loins. As they bounced to the beat, he rocked his pelvis. As he landed, he thrust upward into her. She lay her head back on his shoulder and felt him impaling her, again and again, his big cock rubbing against her swollen clit. She wasn't sure when her orgasm started or when it ended. It just seemed to always be there. One constant, gushing flow of pleasure as he held her to him, ramming his glorious cock into her from behind. "Fill me up" she was thinking. "I want you to explode your cum inside me and fill me up." The song was reaching its climax. He watched her face as he pounded her again and again. He was close too. I just want to try one more thing, he thought. He switched into double time, bouncing twice as fast as everyone around them. The beat was already fast, but this was like a vibration. It felt like a jolt of electricity was firing through their bodies. The song ended and the fans screamed. So did she. He felt the cum surge upward and spray out of his cock. She could feel the warm flood filling her. He felt the explosion again. And again. It was like a drug, hallucinatory. It took a long time for their hearts to return to their normal rhythm. He held her there in his strong arms through the entire next three songs, his cock still deep inside her. He gently stroked her nipples while her hand reached back to his head, her fingers in his hair. "It's somethign unpredictable but in the end it's right. I hope you have the time of your life." As the band left the stage to thunderous applause, he could feel his cock starting to harden again. "Is it over?" she asked. "I don't think so." he murmurred. "I think there's going to be an encore." The Concert Hey everyone. Here is another audio fantasy for you all to enjoy. This one is about you and I attending a concert for your favorite band. Down close to the stage, pressed in on all sides by the crowd and still finding a way to enjoy one another. ;) Thank you for being such awesome listeners. Your comments and feedback have been fantastic!! * * * * * Click Here to listen. (16 min/mp3) * * * * * The Concert "Screw him!" Jess said down the phone and I knew she was right. "I have two tickets in my hot little hands to U2 tonight and we have to go!" Jess was my best friend since as long as I could remember. We were always there for each other no matter what and at 25, we were both smokin' hot! She wasn't a fan of Darren when we first hooked up 8 months ago and was pretty vocal about me moving on. Darren cheating on me was the clincher. "I really want to have a quiet one." I said in a tone that told Jess if she asked one more time I would go. She picked up on this. "I'll be over in thirty minutes and then we are going. Dress slutty so I'm not the only one." And with that she hung up. I dropped my mobile phone on the bed. The screen saver was still a picture of Darren and I from our trip to Vegas. I flopped down on the bed and looked at the ceiling. Darren was a total douche but a chiseled , tattooed douche with a nine-inch cock that he used to jack hammer me into multiple orgasims. Thinking of his cock made my pussy twitch. I rolled onto my front and slid my hand down the front of my pants. I had just freshly shaved my pussy last night and it felt so smooth. I let my fingers touch my lips. I liked to touch myself and I pushed my hips down harder on my hand. I could feel my middle finger getting wet as I pushed it back and forward. I pulled my hand out of my pants and rolled off the bed. Jess was going to be here soon and I really needed to get changed. I decided that I would play with myself in the bath as soon as I got back from the concert. I pulled open the door to my wardrobe and began the grueling task of deciding what to wear. Ten minutes later I had narrowed it down to a few things. I had a good body and most things looked good on me. Not in a skinny model way but in a wet dream way for most red blooded males. I had a big chest, tiny waist and a tight ass. Guys loved checking out my tits. They were obsessed by them and I liked it. I liked to know they wanted to see them and would often dress to show a lot of cleavage. I picked an incredibly tight black tank top with a split down the front. It was tiny and showed my toned stomach. A denim skirt that was so short it left nothing to the imagination, bright red nickers and knee high boots. I heard a car honk and knew that was Jess out front. I grabbed a handbag and jumped in the passenger seat of her car. She smiled, as she looked me up and down. "I like!" she said. As I went to put on the seatbelt my denim skirt rode up revealing my red nickers to her. She placed a hand on my exposed thigh and rubbed it. "I like a lot." She added with a twinkle in her eye. Thirty minutes later we were parked and walking into the arena. It was all ready growing with people. Jess had brought ground level ticket, standing room only. She wanted to be in the thick of the action and feel the crowd. It was as good as I hoped. U2 were on fine form and the crowd was getting whipped up into a frenzy. Jess and I were dancing to everything. It was sold out and people were packing in tight. It was so hot with people so close. I was getting off on bumping into all the people around me. I was imagining they were all looking at me and wanting me and not the band. I didn't notice the hands on my hips at first. When I did I was so turned on I wanted to play. I slowly inched backward swinging my hips to the music. My butt soon touched the crouch of whoever was holding me. I grinded up against it and I felt their cock grow. It felt good to have this reaction, this guy was getting so turned on. His hands gripped tighter around my waist and I could feel his cock go even harder as I slowed my grind against it. I was going to turn around and see who it was but not seeing was a bigger turn on. So I just kept my back to this mystery man. His hands worked their way up my torso to just under my breasts. My nipples were hard and I wanted him to play with them. I placed my hands on his and moved them up to cup my breasts. He took the invitation and slowly squeezed them. Not wearing a bra meant he was able to brush his hands against my nipples. Each time he did, it turned me on that bit more. He leaned in and kissed the back of my neck. I place a hand behind his head and rubbed my butt harder against his rock hard cock. I moved my free hand in-between us and played with his bulge. Each time I touched it, his breathing got heavier and his cock would twinge wanting to break free from his jeans. He slowly moved his right hand down my body and stopped at the top of my denim skirt. I sucked in my stomach so it created a gap for him to keep going. He took the opening and went down further. Using his whole hand, he massaged my pussy through my nickers. He was able to feel I was completely shaven and already quite wet. His hand dived into my nickers and his two middle fingers slid into me. My head leaned back against his chest and let out a moan. It felt fantastic. My senses were heighten and the idea I was surrounded by so many people made me start to orgasim very quickly. I'm not sure if anyone was looking at us at that moment, I didn't care. I pushed against his hand and he started to finger fuck me harder. I moved both my hands behind his head and let him go as deep within me as possible. Our bodies moving back and forward to the beat of the song. I felt his free hand behind me undo his zip. I pulled my skirt up higher to make it easier for him. His cock was so hot as it slided between my legs. He pulled my nickers to the side and his head easily found my wet lips. He thrusted back and forward sliding his shaft against my soaking pussy. He was trying to maneuver his cock into me. I wanted it so badly but I decided that he wasn't going to go all the way with me (I hadn't even seen his face). I placed a hand over his cock, cupping it against my pussy. I made it feel like he was inside me with out going all the way. He started stroking faster and faster. I could feel his veins on his cock throbbing and new he was going to cum soon. He let out a sweet grunt and blew his load into my hand and against my pussy. It was so warm and I could feel it slide around on my palm. I wanted to leave him with an image he would wank over in years to come. I turned my head to the side and lifted my hand to my mouth and dripped some of his cum into my open mouth, licking my hand and lips. "Oh My God!" He said between heavy breaths. I pulled down my skirt and without looking back, walked deeper into the crowd in front of me. I was never going to see him again. But he would always remember this concert. I looked around and saw Jess a few meters to my right. I walked up behind her and gave her a hug from behind. 'Thanks Jess." I said. "This is just what I needed." The Concert This story does not directly follow the A Gift Amongst Friends storyline, but will make at least one major reference to the third chapter in that series. Although I hope this is able to stand up as an enjoyable tale on its own, you may want to consider checking out the AGAF series. It will help to put things in context. ********** She rolled around in her bed, restless. She shifted to her left side, then several minutes later to her right. Things seemed to be going well on her back, and Jess could feel herself slowly drifting off to sleep. However, just as she was starting to relax, the image crept back into her mind. She closed her eyes, but it seemed to be tattooed on the back of her eyelids. Even when exhaustion finally overtook her, the memory penetrated her dreams. She was back in the hallway, but she could not remember why she was there. On either side, the walls were lined with doors that went on and on. She was all alone, but she felt like she was being watched. She turned, but there was nobody there. A door opened behind her, as it had many times before, in many dreams before. Jess looked and saw her emerge. Melissa? No. Amanda? No...Mandy. Her name is Mandy. Jess always struggled with her name, but she had seen the girl enough times to recognize her face. They lived in the same wing of the dormitory, and Jess had seen her around the common rooms many times before. Like so many dreams before, Mandy emerged from one of the doors, the hallway behind her fading into obscurity. The first thing Jess noticed was her breast. The girl's top was pulled down on one side, and Jess could clearly see her large pink nipple. Her skin glistened from the semen that ran from her face to her chest. She was drunk. In the dreams, just as in real life, Jess could clearly tell that she was drunk. As quickly as it had begun, the girl was gone, and Jess was alone once again. She awoke the next morning, unsure of what to make of her dreams. Several days had passed since she had accidentally witnessed Mandy's debauchery, but the image of her exposed neighbor, dripping with cum, was burned into her brain. She had passed Mandy in the hall several times since then, but as per usual, Mandy never so much as gave her a second look. I don't think she even remembers seeing me that night. She was too drunk. But Jess certainly remembered. "Wow, what a slut," Raven had responded when Jess told her about the incident. "I can't believe she would do that. You should see if you can get her kicked out of residence." That seems like a bit of an overreaction, Jess thought. Her friend continued, still outraged. "At least the school year is almost over so you might not ever see her again. I bet she's failing all her classes and won't even be back next year." Raven was one of Jess' more conservative friends that she had met in her economics class. The daughter of a Black minister, Raven had grown up in a strict religious household. Jess was not at all surprised by the angered response. While Jess was less religious than her classmate, the two girls shared much in common. They were both quiet and shy, preferring to stay in on the weekends rather than go out to the clubs. They enjoyed reading, watched the same television shows, and shared a similar distaste for other people. The two girls were of a similar height, with Jess at 5'4" and Raven only an inch shorter. Jess certainly had a much more bookish look, slender and freckled, with curled auburn hair and glasses, whereas Raven's dark complexion and wider figure made the two girls stand apart as clearly as night and day. "I don't know," Jess replied. "I heard she's on the dean's list. Anyway, it's not like it's a big deal. It was just sort of a surprise to turn around and see her like that." "Well, she can't be all that smart if she's walking around the building, half-naked and covered in...ugh" Raven made a disgusted face, leaving her sentence unfinished. "One way or another, she's a slut." That didn't quite sit right with Jess, but she had learned long ago that there was no point in arguing with Raven. When she was passionate about an issue, it no longer mattered whether she was right. The last time they had strongly disagreed on something, Raven had been bitchy about it for days afterward, and Jess had feared that the friendship would never recover. Instead, she dropped the subject. Jess didn't disagree that Mandy was a skank, but she certainly didn't feel so hateful about something that was none of her concern. Raven had been in a relationship with her current boyfriend since high school, and he had recently proposed to her during the Christmas break. However, Jess suspected that Raven was still a virgin. As far as she could tell, the couple was never more physical than kissing or holding hands. Jess, on the other hand, did not have much interest in boys. She was by no means a lesbian—she was merely tired of the dating game and had decided to take a break. They're only after one thing, she had told herself after her last date, almost a year ago. She had tried sex a few times with a couple of different guys. It was enjoyable, but the guys had always finished far too quickly for her to really appreciate the experience. For the time being, I can do without it. Besides, with her books and movies, she didn't really need a guy. "Oh," Raven exclaimed, changing the topic, "I got my shift switched at work, so I can come with you to the concert on Friday." Jess lit up. "Really? That's awesome!" Jess had been excited for weeks about an upcoming rock concert on campus. The event was going to be huge, with one of her favorite bands headlining. She didn't think that Raven would be able to make it with her, but she was glad to hear about the change. Jess was fortunate enough to have parents that were able to pay for her university, but her friend was not so lucky. Raven was forced to work part-time as a waitress, typically eating up a lot of her free time. The two girls hung out in Jess' dorm room and made plans for the concert for another half hour before Raven had to leave for her dance class. The rest of the week passed uneventfully. As usual, Jess procrastinated studying for her final exams, and she spent her free time working on a novel that she had started writing several months ago. By the time that Friday arrived, she could no longer contain her excitement. With her last class of the day finished, she hurried to the meal hall for dinner. She hurriedly ate half a serving of chicken nuggets, and then walked back to her dorm. As she passed Mandy in the hall, Jess' eyes were glued to the floor. She could still hardly bear to look at her, a full week after their awkward encounter in this very hall. Jess slipped into her room, grabbed a change of clothes and a towel, and then headed for the shower. She allowed enough time for a quick rinse before drying, getting dressed, and returning to her room to call Raven. It was 7:45pm by the time the girls met up in the lobby of the dormitory and began their walk to the campus courtyard, where the concert was being held. Jess had picked up their tickets the previous evening, and she was happy to see that Raven had remembered the cash to reimburse her. She slipped the bills into her pocket as the lights along the walkway flickered on. The evening was somewhat cool, and Jess was glad she had decided to wear jeans rather than shorts. They were her favorite pair of jeans, fitting her small frame perfectly, complimenting what little curves she had. To go with them, she had chosen to wear an orange t-shirt and sneakers. Raven was dressed similarly, with jeans and a beige t-shirt. She had also brought a black zip-up hoodie. I wonder if I will regret not bringing one as well, Jess wondered. It was starting to get dark, and the girls could already hear the large crowd from the other end of the campus. Thousands of students were expected to attend the show, and despite her usual hatred of large crowds, Jess was feeling pumped for such a big event. As the girls approached the courtyard, the first opening act began playing. It was some local band, not one that Jess was familiar with. Even so, she quickened her pace. The courtyard was fenced off with one major entrance, and the girls stepped into the line for admittance. After what seemed like eternity, Jess reached the front of the line and showed her ticket to a woman in a security jacket. The woman waved her in. As she entered the enclosure, she came face to face with a tall man in another security jacket. Like the woman before him, he looked like he was a student from the university. He gestured for her to position her arms away from her body. Meekly, she did as she was told. She almost jumped as his hands reached under her arms on both sides, sliding down along her sides to her hips. His hand stopped at the bulge in her pocket. "What's this?" He asked sternly. Jess reached into her pocket and pulled out her cell phone to show him. He returned to his task, placing both of his hands around her tiny left thigh and sliding them upwards before she had time to react. He then repeated the gesture on her right leg. As he pulled his hands away, his fingers lightly brushed against the crotch of her pants, causing Jess to flinch. His hands returned to her sides and moved forwards along her ribcage until his thumbs rested just under her tiny breasts. The whole ordeal lasted no more than a few seconds before he signaled for her to move on, but she was still shaking when Raven met up with her on the other side. "I didn't think they would be doing searches," Jess shouted over the music as they walked along the outskirts of the crowd. "I know! It's so stupid!" Raven responded. "What would we be smuggling in?" Jess knew that searches for alcohol and weapons were common at large public events, and their school had a terrible reputation for unruly behavior. But something about the way that man had touched her had left her feeling uncomfortable. The opening act played a short set list, and the audience was still not fully warmed up by the time they left the stage. The girls decided to peruse the vendor stands and hang around in the back areas of the grassy field that had yet to fill up. As the second act began, the girls started to make their way into the thinly populated sections of the crowd, hoping for a better view. Raven said something, but Jess could not make it out over the heavily distorted guitars and the pounding drums. The second act progressed through several more energetic songs, and the audience became much more enthusiastic. Jess turned to her friend and made a sour face as the smell of marijuana filled the air. The girls retreated to the back once more, hoping to avoid the smoke. It's much more crowded back here than it was when we arrived, Jess noted as they squeezed between people, trying to find a vacant spot. Despite her usual quietness, Jess cheered loudly as the second act came to a close. The energy of the music, the lights, and the crowd was really starting to scratch through her dour exterior, and Jess was really starting to enjoy herself. Before she knew it, an hour had already passed. The final act was one of Jess' favorite bands, and she once again pushed her way into the densely populated audience, Raven following closely behind her. The girls pushed forward until the crowd became too thick and would no longer allow them to pass. Within minutes, amidst cheers and whistles, the headlining band emerged, kicking immediately into one of their more famous singles. The crowd went wild and Jess struggled to keep her balance as the multitude of bodies surged forward. She had barely regained her composure from the first shove when a second wave came seconds after. She almost lost her footing, but thankfully a group of nearby boys saw her dilemma, and two of them took her by the arms to help her steady herself. She smiled in thanks and looked back to make sure she had not lost Raven. The two girls nestled in with the group of boys, who helped to shelter them against some of the more violent pushes and shoves. Soon, crowd surfers began moving overhead, and the boys helped to keep them from raining down on the girls. Jess wondered if she had perhaps gotten in over her head by moving so deep into the heart of the crowd. However, as the adrenaline kicked in, her worries disappeared. She got into the swing of things and started to shout the lyrics to the songs she knew. After several songs, she noticed that the boys were lifting one of their friends up onto the crowd. The crowd lifted the surfer and carried him away towards the stage. Soon, the boys sent up another from their group. One of the closer boys turned to Jess and pointed upward, mouthing the words "up." She laughed and shook her head. She looked around and saw several other crowd surfers passing atop the audience, all of whom seemed to be having fun. Several other boys joined in, encouraging Jess and Raven to go up. Jess looked to her friend, who looked hesitant. Finally, Jess caved in to the peer pressure. She stepped forward and allowed one of the boys to pick her up. Soon, a second and third pair of hands joined the first one, and she felt herself being lifted above the heads around her. From up here, she could see the stage so much clearer. She did not stay in place for long as the boys gave her a push forward and a chorus of hands came up to meet her. The sensation was strange and somewhat scary as the first hand grabbed at her butt. She almost kicked at the grabber instinctively. But soon, she got into the hang of it and ignored the occasional inappropriate hand. Turning back, she saw that Raven had followed her up and was surfing several feet behind her. Jess reached out and for a moment, the girls grabbed hands, laughs and shouts lost in the thunderous noise that filled the courtyard. A sudden jolt separated the girls as Jess continued to move forward and Raven moved towards the back of the crowd. Afraid that she might lose her friend in the confusion of darkness and flashing lights, Jess signaled for the crowd to push her back in the opposite direction. The crowd obliged, and Jess scanned the ocean of bodies for her friend. She thought she caught a glimpse of Raven surfing atop the back of the back section, laughing and cheering, far removed from the bright lights of the stage. A sudden jolt left Jess disoriented again. She turned her neck back and forth, when the sight of a female figure caught her eye. Raven seemed to be hovering in one spot, laughing frantically. What is she doing? Jess squinted into the darkness. Wait, that's not Raven...Oh my god... The other girl was not laughing at all—she was struggling. As the crowd carried her closer, Jess watched in horror as dozens of hands groped the girl's body. She had dark skin and looked to be somewhat taller than Jess, wearing a red tube top and pair of denim shorts. Several hands were grabbing at her chest, several were latched onto her arms, and several were pulling at her clothing. Jess shouted, but her voice was lost in the noise. She could only watch helplessly as a hand took hold of the girl's red tube top and pulled downward, spilling the woman's large breasts into the night air. What possessed her to crowd surf in that outfit? As the garment pooled around her waist, dozens of hands arose to get a feel of her bare tits. Another pair of boys seemed to be working the shorts down her hips, revealing a pair of black panties. Jess was terrified, and she realized her own danger as she continued to drift towards the same group of boys that were accosting this other girl. She tried to turn around, tried to grab at the hands that were pushing her. She twisted and turned, but no matter what she did, she could not seem to move against the tide that carried her. It felt like she was outside of her own body, watching the experience. She was several feet away from the girl. Jess watched as the stranger's shorts were removed completely from her body and tossed amongst the crowd, thrown back and forth before disappearing in the sea of people. The girl turned to Jess with a look of fear before she too disappeared down amidst the crowd. Seconds later, she saw a pair of male hands clutching the black panties like a trophy above the chaos. Jess could feel her own movement slowing. She fought and kicked, but a pair of strong hands grasped her feet, holding them still. More hands grabbed at her body, and she tried to knock them away as best as she could before the boys restrained her arms as well. The guitar crunched and the drums continued to pound as the boys below began tugging at Jess' clothing. She pulled her arms inward, attempting to keep her shirt in place. She squirmed as the crowd tugged and pulled at her pants. Fortunately, she had worn one of her tighter pairs of jeans, and they seemed to be holding steady on her hips. Please, no... She could not be certain if she was shouting the words or merely thinking them, the volume around her was so intense. She could feel her shirt slowly inching up her stomach as she begged for this to end. A shove flipped her over so that she was facing the ground, and she instinctively grabbed for her glasses as they fell from her face. She lost the glasses, and in the process, the boys were able to force her shirt up to her armpits. She looked down at the crowd, but in darkness without her glasses, she could only make out a blur of faces and arms. Dozens of hands were now grabbing at her exposed bra, pinching and squeezing at her tiny breasts. She tried to resist, but her arms were pulled above her head, allowing her shirt to be removed. She could feel another pair of hands working at the front of her pants. No, no, no! But it was no use, and after a few seconds of fumbling, she could feel the material go lose around her waist. With the pants unfastened, the boys needed no further invitation. They immediately worked her jeans over her hips and down to her knees. Her shoes gave some resistance, but those too were quickly removed and tossed aside. Soon, the pants were gone, and she was left in the pink bra and panties she had chosen after her shower. In no time, hands were slipping below the material of her panties, poking and prodding at her most private parts. Another shove flipped her back onto her backside. She looked at the stage so far away and wondered if anyone could see what was happening. The clasp of her bra let go, and in a swift motion, the garment was forcefully tugged away. The same went for her panties, leaving Jess exposed above the crowd, naked but for a pair of socks. For a moment, the world seemed to stop and her mind was a million miles away, fixated on just how silly she must look, held above the pandemonium in nothing but a mismatched pair of flowery socks. Another sudden shove brought her back to her senses. Stage lights blurred together with camera flashes as Jess twisted in vain. The effort was leaving her exhausted, and with her most intimate parts exposed, the fight was taken out of her. No matter which direction she turned, a camera or cell phone waited to greet her. She cringed as hands explored her bare body and fingers found their way inside her. Her heart was beating like crazy and waves of emotions were crashing together more quickly than she could process them. She thought she might cry, but the rush of adrenaline and the flood of physical sensations kept the tears at bay. Her primal emotions began to take over as fear and excitement overrode the more logical parts of her mind. Darkness swallowed her as her body was lowered amongst the crowd of awaiting strangers. The Concert She felt a swell of relief as one of her feet touched the ground, but her optimism was short-lived. A tug of her arms sent her falling backwards into a pair of awaiting hands. Unable to move, she watched as a figure emerged from the darkness and descended to her chest. It had been many months since Jess had felt the familiar sensation of a mouth closed around her nipple. The cold air and the excitement had hardened her tiny pink nipples, and she bit her lip as a set of teeth gently tugged at her. Another mouth quickly found its way to her other breast, and Jess' knees buckled—but the hands were there to keep her upright. It suddenly dawned on her that at some point she had stopped struggling and was passively going along with the events. No, she thought as she tried to twist free. I don't want this. I have to stop this. But the words rung hallow, and she found herself going limp once more, ashamed. She was thankful for the loud music as a soft moan escaped her lips. Every time that her eyes began to adjust to the darkness, another camera flash blinded her. Jess felt herself being lifted and laid back in a horizontal position on a bed of hands. She looked up at the circle of dark figures around her as her legs were pulled apart. Oh god, no... There was no time to react as she felt a presence between her thighs. She could not see what was happening, but it became obvious as she felt something warm brushing against the lips of her exposed womanhood. There was a roar of cheering as the shaft slipped easily into Jess' moist opening. Many arms held her steady as the stranger began pumping madly into her. Jess panicked, as she had never had sex without a condom before. She begged for him not to cum inside of her, but her voice was nowhere to be found in the chaotic noise. It did not take long for the stranger to grab her by the hips and pull himself deeply into her. Jess lay helpless as he emptied himself inside of her. In many ways, the experience reminded Jess of her last sexual encounter—quick and unsatisfying. However, unlike her last experience, her first partner was quickly replaced with a second. She bit her lip as another boy thrust himself into her awaiting pussy. This is different, she thought as she reluctantly accepted her new partner. The last time that she had had sex, the whole experience had ended before she knew it. But this was not over, and she felt something that she had never felt before...an unfamiliar force building up inside of her. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around the man, pulling him deeper into her core as she bucked her hips to match each thrust. Without her glasses, it was difficult to see, but a dark hand on her cheek turned her head to the side. I shouldn't. I can't. Slowly, she parted her lips wide enough for the awaiting boy to enter. She looked upward, but all she could see were blurry silhouettes. For all I know, these could be the same boys that helped me earlier. These could be my classmates or, even worse, my friends, she thought as she gently worked her lips over the stranger's manhood. She had never sucked a cock before, but a pair of hands on the back of her head helped her along until she found the right rhythm. All the while, another stranger continued to fuck her from the shadows. What am I doing? What would Raven think? Why am I letting them do this? However, it was the unasked questioned that frightened her the most. Why am I enjoying it? Never in a million years would Jess have ever considered the possibility that one day she may be getting double fucked, let alone made into a public spectacle. In her mind she told herself that she had no choice, but as a load of cum erupted onto her chest from the surrounding crowd, a violent orgasm overtook her. Hands continued to crawl across her bare skin as her body tensed up. The cock between her legs pulled out just in time for another stream of cum to find its way onto her thigh and matted into her trimmed pubic hair. It did not take long for another cock to take its place. Jess closed her eyes as the whole experience became too overwhelming. It's all a dream, she told herself. I might as well enjoy it before I wake. Minutes felt like seconds as the world blurred around her. She tried to pull her mouth away as it filled with cum, but several hands held her steady. With no other option, she swallowed. The boy between her legs did not last much longer. She thought that she too may be on the verge of another orgasm when the assault suddenly stopped. Her body was eased to the ground, and for a moment, she thought her ordeal might be over. However, as she rose to her knees, a pair of hands gripped her shoulders and tugged her forward, causing her to stumble into the darkness. She opened her mouth to cry out, but the opening was quickly filled with another stranger. With her arms now free, she tried to push herself away. However, a hand wrapped around her own and guided it to the base of the shaft before her. She offered no resistance. Jess looked up at the shadowy figure as she continued jerking him off. Staring blindly into the hail of camera flashes, she gently worked her tongue over the smooth head. She had never done any of this before, and yet it came to her instinctively. Soon, semen dripped into her open mouth and down her chin, and the figure disappeared into the crowd. Again, she tried to get up, but a shove of the crowd pushed her back down into the dirt. On her hands and knees, a tug of the hips forcefully pulled her back. She cried out as another man forced himself inside of her, fucking her from behind. Staring at the ground before her, she could only see a forest of feet and legs stretching onward. But Jess was not alone in her ordeal. To her left was the other crowd surfing girl. The black girl was on her back several feet away, getting fucked while a crowd of boys cheered them on. From the look of her, she had been treated just as crudely as Jess. And from the look of her, she was enjoying herself just as much as Jess. The two girls spent the next several songs of the concert getting fucked in the dirt by the endless line of guys. After several more partners and several more orgasms, Jess realized that at some point, the music had stopped and the show was over. The crowd around her was starting to disperse, and even the other girl had disappeared. She suddenly became self-conscious again as people began pouring by, many stopping to gawk and photograph the naked slut. I have to go now! I have to go now! She kept repeating to herself, but each thought was quickly interrupted by another thrust from behind. She cringed as a pair of hands gripped firmly into her buttocks and the boy behind her plunged himself into her core, filling her with his seed. Once fully spent, he removed himself and left her limp on the grass. "Thanks Jess! See you at class on Monday!" were the last words she heard as he disappeared into the crowd. Several people stopped to watch as Jess crawled, naked and covered in cum, searching frantically for the remnants of her clothing. I have to do something before security finds me like this¸ she thought. The absolute last thing she wanted was for any of this to end up on any sort of permanent record. She couldn't even buy new clothes from the merch table because her money was with her pants, apparently carried away as a trophy. On the ground, something caught her eye, and she quickly staggered to her feet and sprinted for it. Her knees almost buckled under her own weight, but she reached her destination, ignoring the many boys who cheered her on and the many girls who gave her nasty looks. In the dirt she found a black hoodie, filthy and oversized—for Jess, it was salvation. She grabbed the garment and pulled it over her head. It covered her naked, cum-smeared body and hung just low enough to cover her little butt cheeks. In the post-concert darkness, she half-ran through the crowd and slipped out of the gated courtyard, into the night and away from the judging eyes. She found a secluded alley next to the faculty of science to stop and catch her breath. The adrenaline was wearing off, and each step was becoming increasingly difficult. Every part of her ached. But even so, she decided to take the longer route back to the dorm, avoiding any well-lit or heavily populated walkways. I need to go home, shower, and pretend this never happened. The words echoed in her head. That wasn't me back there. They made me do it. She desperately hoped that if she repeated the words enough, she might come to believe them. As Jess approached the dimly lit entryway to her dormitory building, she instinctively reached for where her pants pocket would normally be. Fuck! My keys are with my pants...shit, and so is my cell phone! She looked at the panel in the entryway, used for calling rooms. Unlike apartment buildings, the system did not allow for remotely unlocking the door. Whoever she paged would need to physically come down and open the door for her. Who could I call? She certainly couldn't call any of her friends, as she did not want to risk explaining what happened or, even worse, being seen like this. She could call the proctor from her wing of the dormitory, but that risked the same problem as her friends. Panic started to set in as she stood so close to the safety of her room with no solution in sight. She couldn't stay here or someone would see her. Her stomach twisted in knots as her hands moved of their own accord. The speaker on the wall came to life and began to ring, interspersed with a static noise in the background. Why her? Why did I call her? "Hello?" came the voice in the speaker. "Hello?" it repeated as Jess tried to find her voice. "Hey, Mandy?" Jess responded. "Yeah?" "Hey...umm...this is Jess...from down the hall. I...uhhh...I forgot my keys. Can you please come down to let me in?" There was a brief pause. "Yeah, sure, no problem. Just give me a minute." For the love of god, please hurry! Jess bit her tongue. She was certainly in no position to make demands. She cowered in the corner, hoping desperately that nobody would find her here before Mandy arrived. After the longest minute of her life, she finally saw Mandy's silhouette through the window, rounding the corner in a t-shirt, pajama pants, and slippers. It took all of Jess' effort to keep from running away as her neighbor approached and opened the door. Mandy's eyes widened as Jess stepped into the lit hallway. She had tried to wipe away the mess from her face with the sleeves of the hoodie, but Jess knew that she did not get it all—not by a long shot. "Are you okay?" Mandy asked. "Yeah...I...ugh...I was at the concert. I need to get back to my room." The two girls quickly headed for the elevator and stepped inside. The doors closed and it began its rise to the fifth floor. Jess' eyes were glued forward, but she could see Mandy occasionally sneaking glances at her. "Are you...naked under there?" Mandy asked hesitantly. Jess' cheeks turned a bright shade of red and she nodded. She gripped the hem of her shirt and tugged it down, fearful that her ass might be showing. "Mandy, please don't tell anyone about this." "Of course. I..." She trailed off, unsure what to say. "Yeah, of course. But just out of curiosity, why did you call me?" For the first time that she could ever remember, Jess looked Mandy straight in the eye. "I didn't want anyone else to see me like this. And I knew that you of all people wouldn't judge me." Mandy looked puzzled and a little shocked by the response, but as the elevator opened, Jess hurried away to her wing of the dorm, leaving her neighbor behind. She raced to her room and locked the door behind her. Finally alone in the privacy of her own room, Jess peeled off her newly acquired hoody and examined herself in the mirror. What a mess. She desperately wanted to clean up before she touched anything else in her room, but the exhaustion was too much to bear. Still naked, she decided to lie down for just a minute to catch her breath before she did anything else. Sunlight poured through the open shades as Jess awoke from her slumber. Was that all just a dream? Looking down over her naked body, the answer was obvious. After what must have been the longest shower of her life, she decided to spend the remainder of the afternoon alone in her dorm room. With a bowl of cereal, she started up her computer and received an instant message from Raven. "Hey, what happened to you last night? I searched everywhere but couldn't find you. I'm NEVER crowd surfing again. It was fun, but then some guy tried to cop a feel. Totally ruined the night for me. Hopefully that pervert didn't get you too. Did you hear what happened in the back of the crowd? Apparently a couple of whores came to the show and had some sort of orgy. So gross. I didn't see it, but I heard there are tons of pictures of it online. Anyway, if you're free later we should get together." Jess stared at the computer screen in a daze. Finally, she closed the message window and rose from her chair to get dressed. I wonder what Mandy is doing today. The Concert Most of my stories are written for my wife's reading pleasure. She sometimes is the character and others she is not. Most are written from an aspect that places her there or gives her the most realism that I can possibly give. I hope you enjoy. * The look on my face must say it all, because the evil little grin on yours, tells me you're pleased with my reaction. It's not every man that can say his wife takes his breath away when she walks into a room, but then not every man has a wife that's so willing to be what he wants her to be. The black mini is so short that every stride threatens to divulge a peek of pleasure, where your long legs meet a very tempting bottom. A single zipper running up the side is the only thing holding the mini together. A see- through black mesh top and thigh high black leather boots finishes the ensemble. Your hair flows over your shoulders and the lipstick you're wearing gives you a pouting look. It's not often that we're able to get away for an evening alone and tonight is special. We have tickets for a private concert at the Handlebar. The smaller venue makes for a better show, but the limited area means it will be standing room only. The type of band and the crowd that's going to be there allows us to be a little risqué and adventurous. The younger crowd will be jumping and full of energy. The mini's a surprise that you had been keeping secret since we found out we were going. Before the concert we stop for drinks and something to eat and after a quick bite and some playful teasing with some elderly gentlemen at the next table, we're off to the club. By the time we get inside, the floor in front of the stage is taken and we end up on the second tier area just behind the main floor and a couple of feet above it. This area also fills quickly and soon becomes elbow to elbow. Luckily we are against the rail and there's no one in front of us. The opening band starts things off and the crowd becomes more active. A joint or two makes its way around and soon people are taking orders for beer runs to the bar. As expected, the music makes talking impossible and we have to lean into each other and talk directly into each other's ears. It's during one of these lean-ins that you tell me you've been being felt up since the music started. So far it's only been rubbing on your ass, but it seems to be getting a little more daring. I ask if you want to move and you tell me no, that it's not bothering you and I can tell that it's also beginning to turn you on. It stays on my mind for a few moments and I try and steal a peek to see if I can see who's doing it. Nothing happens while I'm looking, so I go back to the music and watching the band. I don't know if it's the music or the pot, but time seemed to pass in a blink and when I look back to you, I realize it's gone past rubbing your ass. You have both hands on the rail and your back is arched toward the guy directly behind you. He has your mini up over your ass and clearly has his fingers buried deep in your pussy. Another hand is under your top and squeezing your tits. It's a young guy on your right and I can see that he has your thong in his other hand. The guy behind you takes out his cock and moves in closer to you. He spreads your feet wider and with what seems to be one push, he's inside you. He starts slow and pushes as deep as he can with each stroke. I'm wondering to myself if you even took a look at him before it got this far. Luckily, he's a very handsome guy in his mid twenties and I smile as I think how you would be pleased to see his shoulder length hair flowing over the collar of his leather jacket. He puts his left hand on the small of your back and arches you even further and with his right hand he pushes your top up over your breast, exposing them to anyone who was to look in your direction. Your head tilts back and he grabs your hair and pulls it tight. You turn your head and look in my direction, but the look is glazed and distant. You're in another place and complete strangers are ravaging your body. The guy on your right puts his fingers in your mouth and you suck them. I watch as you blow his fingers like a cock. It's an overpowering sight and I become as lost in it as you. I move closer and lean into your ear. I ask if you are enjoying it, but all you give me is a mumbled Mm Hum!! I slide my tongue in your mouth and you hungrily suck on it. Your partner has picked up his pace and is pounding you harder. I step back and watch as he pushes you closer and closer to orgasm. I notice your grip on the rail tighten and you tilt your head back. Even over the music I can hear you let out a scream and a moan. He doesn't let up and he pounds you to two more body shaking orgasms. Now from below you and to your front I see that you have quite an audience. They caress your legs and mingle their fingers with the guy on your right, each taking his turn at your moist pussy and the juices flowing down your legs. The guy pounding you is getting closer and he pulls you by the hair until he's near your ear. He says something to you and you try nodding yes, but he has your hair very tight. He pulls you close again and again you nod yes. He drives into you harder and harder and then at the last moment, he slaps your ass hard and pulls out. You turn around quickly and squat before him. You take his cock in your mouth and he fucks your face. You feel his cock swelling even more and gasp as the first wave of hot cum hits the back of your throat. What seems like buckets is released from his balls and you stroke him to the last drop. You him clean and he leans down and kisses you and again says something to you. You nod your head yes and without getting up you swivel around to the three that are below you on the main floor. You spread your legs and let loose with a spray of hot golden pee. One of them puts his face between your thighs and takes as much as you can give him. He quenches his thirst and you smile and stand up. Not ready to throw in the towel, you turn to the one on your right and he steps in front of you and lifts your left leg. With fluid motion, he slides inside you. You wrap your arms around his neck as he fucks harder and harder. You feel yourself Cumming again and you slam your body against his. Together you tense up and in one wave of passion, as you cum together. They both give you a kiss and help you put yourself together. The crowd applauds and the lights go up. Perfect timing and perfect show, but I wonder if the Concert was any good! The End