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EPOCH: The Story of Rockstars

By: vechron



Picture this. Your looking out at an endless ocean that is relatively calm in its demeanor. On the surface of this ocean, for as far as the eye can see and infinitely farther, are bubbles. You don't know it but your looking at the multiverse.

What's the multiverse?

Well, in layman's terms, lets say each bubble on that ocean is a reality with it's own universe and rules possibly similar or vastly different to our own. Imagine an alternate reality composed of pure, untapped energy. Imagine another of pure thought. It's confusing I know but now imagine each one being slightly different from ours... and you now are seeing my interest.

What about a reality where everything is the same... except for me; I'm someone vastly different... or strangely familiar.

Science says it's possible and right now... according to the philosophical concepts of of David Lewis... I give you a trip into one very real bubble... that shows you what could have been... and what may be happening somewhere right now...

It's six in the morning and I'm just waking up. 

I look to my left and I see a beautiful, full, round ass staring at me; that's Melody, my girlfriend. She's thirty two and I've been dating her for fourteen years now... we met in a grocery store of all places, at the deli counter. She's about five one, one hundred and twenty five pounds, with dirty blond hair and light blond highlights. She's hourglass in her shape with large C-cup size breasts, which had gained in size from B's after Mason was on the way. Mason is our little boy who's six years old and loves cars, camping and torturing his sister.

Looking to my right I see the tanned shoulder of a small blond; that's Nikki... my wife. Nikki and I are thirty six. I've been married to Nikki since we were twenty one, one year before Melody came into our lives and we have a little girl, named Domino, who's also six. 

Domino? I know it's a strippers name, trust me... everyone informs me of that but as you can tell, we're a bit "non-traditional" in our house. W can afford to be though... were musicians.

That's putting it lightly though... were major recording artists. Our careers picked when we were twenty two, we haven't slowed down since. Instead of a lot of normalcy, we have... distractions... to keep us entertained.

It's eight in the morning and I just finished my first set of laps in the pool; I do an hour and a half of weights in the morning and three sets of fifteen laps in the pool. It's starting to hurt but I have to keep going... you can't get by on talent alone anymore. You need to look the part as well...

I'm working on an egg white omelette at nine in the morning and my wife just sat down next to me; she's wearing the silk robe I bought her in Dubai last month... She looks great in it.

What does she look like? Glad you asked...

She's about five two, one hundred and ten pounds and slender... sleeker than Melody and small B-cups but toned beautifully. Her hair is naturally a blond but she's had platinum highlights through it for as long as I can remember. You know what you'd notice first on her though?

Her legs... it's as if they're cut from marble all the way up to her taunt little ass. She works out for three hours a day, focusing on endurance, agility and toning; she's a popstar... and more appropriately, she's does dance music. I've written every song for her for the past fourteen years and due to that, she's collected enough Grammy's to give me a run for my money. She dances, and shakes that toned little butt, singing with amazing dulcet tones that have garnered her the attention of the music community for the past ten years. Not just her though... the whole band has been a sought after commodity that we carefully dole out depending upon the offer and money. We did the last Superbowl half-time show, beating out The Black Eyed Peas for the contract.

Nikki see's me looking at her legs and she smirks, crossing them tight and bouncing her pretty knee... God I want her...

Melody just came down in her familiar long t-shirt and gives me a hug; I give her a playful tap on the butt and she murmurs her approval. Melody fixes me with those big doe eyes and thick dark lashes before giving me a wink and scoops up the Rice Krispies. Melody is... our home maker is fair to say. Nikki is business up front while Melody makes us a family in the truest sense, carrying that mom sensibility to each of our days; without her, we'd be in the Enquirer every other week. She likes to be home and takes good care of everything here, organizing our family functions, staff and home requirements. We would be lost without her.

She bends down to get a bowl and the shirt rides up giving me a peek at her cute round butt and white panties... I love my life...

It's ten in the morning and the kids are by the pool; Melody has switched into a small bikini and sits out with them as they splash in the kids pool. There's not too many days that it's this warm in Northern Maine this early in the summer, so they're taking advantage. Nikki comes down into the kitchen as I work on lyrics for a new song and moves past me to the fridge. She turns with a bottle of water in hand and opens her long sleeved shirt, flashing me a tiny bikini she's wearing made of shells, "You like?"

I move to her and eye the kids outside through the tinted glass, catching her by the hips, "Turn for me."

She does a slow rotation and I stop her has she puts her back to me, "Whats this?"

"What," she asks nervously, "I paid a lot for this-," but she's cut off as I tug the sides of the bottoms down.

She leans back against me and wraps her arm up and around my neck, "You are impossible...," she purrs as her tiny bottoms drop to the floor and I reach around her, palming her closely trimmed sex.

"Bend over," I whisper, putting pressure between her shoulder blades and she chuckles as she concedes. Looking back at me, she gives me that familiar smirk, "You better make it quick before one of the little ones wants a drink..."

She lets out a low moan as my middle finger slips between her labia minora and my pants drop to my ankles. I slide my finger in and out slowly as she leans on the counter and she kicks her legs wide, looking back at me with need, "Hurry... you know I want to...". As I enter her from behind, I tug loose the chain that holds her top on and she moans at my intrusion...

It's noon time and Nikki is starting her work out; I've grabbed my pad and headed in after swimming with the kids for an hour. Dieter, my long time friend and family head of security, is watching the kids while Melody is washing up. I'm sitting on the bed watching her shower.

She has a full little frame, built for sex. She's also got an amazing personality and didn't cringe away when Nikki and I realized that we both had feelings for her... and she us. She took everything in stride and went with the flow, which proved to be with us and she never looked back.

"What ya doin'," she asks in her high pitched tone, taking me out of my stupor as she towels off before me. I smile up at her, "Just watching you, sexy lady." She grins that crooked smile and sits down next to me, "You know I love you right?" 

It's a little game we play where we go back and forth telling each other how much more we love each other but I don't feel like playing...

I move forward and kiss her and she kisses me back. She growls playfully as my hands run over her still damp skin and she reaches down, giving my rapidly growing member a squeeze.

As I pull her over me, she breaks off the kiss and whispers, "Nikki's going to feel left out...".

I chuckle, "Well, she left you out after breakfast...".

She gives a mock frown and works her way down me, tugging my pants as she goes, "Well, all's fair then...".

As I feel her hot mouth encase my swollen member, I sigh in pleasure and run my hands through her hair gently...

It's four in the afternoon and our guests have arrived, We'll be going on tour in six month's and Melody is trying to secure family and friend time up until then. My friends encompass everyone from the guy down at the bait shop in town to the man I'm standing next to right now... Gene Simmons. He's dressed in khaki shorts, sandals and a white polo shirt, a far cry from the suit he likes to sport around premiere's and reality shows.

It's just another costume though and I understood that, which I think is why we hit it off. To me, he'll always be Chaim Witz and he'll forever be trying to sell me on a business opportunity; I can count on him though and that's what matters. If he tells me he's going to be somewhere or can give me something, he sure as shit will and I respect that.

I just have to put up with the sales pitch until I get a few more drinks in him.

Shannon and Marc are talking to Melody by the pool; Shannon's awesome and has an unattainable sexuality to her... of course I did attain it. Once. It was weird after that and we agreed to not go down that route again... well, she did anyway. She eye's me up and down and I give her a smirk; she raises an eyebrow suggestively and I wonder how in agreement she still is.

Marc fucking annoys me... he hit on me once in an elevator and it pissed me off. I doubt he told his wife about it; get out of the closet already you little creep. He looks over, nods and I pierce a hot dog on the grill and wave it at him. I don't think he got it.

Jennifer and Nikki are talking about the new album and American Idol... two topics that should never be in the same conversation. They met at the Grammy's a few years back and shared a history of dance, dance music and style... now they talk once a week on the phone, go over dance routines together and somehow we've now imported two Puerto Ricans to the wilds of Maine for a summer visit.

I like Jenn though... not the way your thinking, believe it or not. Jennifer is all business with everyone EXCEPT Marc... which is very similar to Nikki. I guess it's one of those things where you need to be that second part of a great team to know how good it is. She's good with business but Christ, she is a cold fish.,, and people have said the same about Nikki.

Nick isn't here but little Sophie is; although little Sophie isn't so little anymore. She's nineteen now and playing with Mason and Domino in the yard in a short, red pleated skirt and a low cut halterneck top. Somehow... the girl has turned out as hot, if not hotter than her mother. She's incredibly hung up on her birth mark and granted it's in a bad spot(her left cheek) but the girl was built like a Playboy playmate when she was sixteen; with three more years on her, she's dropping the baby fat and thinning out.

She see's me watching her and bites her bottom lip, wondering if maybe... just maybe my look means more...

I use to play Marco Polo with her ten years ago and she had a crush on me then... this is getting awkward... because I AM looking at her in a different way. She looks positively delicious, naive and... ready. I wave my tongs at her and grin and she flushes, chasing Domino and her brother down the hill and away...

It's nine at night and through the trees I can hear Gene singing an old Yiddish song his grandmother use to sing to him as he makes his way with Shannon back to their small cabin; I own three hundred acres up here and when I set up trails, I put in small, ecofriendly modular homes along the paths. Jennifer and Marc "the Closet Case" headed out at eight and no doubt are suffering the singing far worse than I, being in the house next to Gene's.

I'm doing laps and surface after my second set to find little pink toes dangling in the water in front of me; Sophie is attached to them and smiles that full lipped smile I have grown so fond of, "Hi."

I wipe the water off my face, out of my hair and smile back, standing up and moving towards her, "Hi yourself Shortie." I have always called her Shortie and it usually bugged her, instigating a hit to the shoulder but this time she surprised me; she frowned.

"You do know I'm not a kid anymore," she said, slipping forward so her calves dipped into the water, "So nicknames need to go I think." She fixed me evenly and smiled, tilting her head slightly, her hair falling over her cheek again.

I put my hands on either side of her legs and and leaned in, fixing her with my dangerous smile, "Is this where you start calling me Eric? Should I start calling you Sophia?"

She blushed and dipped her head,eying me up from under her hair, "I am older now...".

I chuckled and nodded, "It might come as a surprise to you but I have noticed Sophi...a."

She kicked water at me and I caught her feet, tickling them until she sputtered out a child-like laugh. I shushed her and she quieted, leaning forward when I spoke, "I have a wife and a girlfriend who might wonder why I'm out here with a hot little chick, laughing in the dark."

She blushed but left her feet in my hands, "So you think I'm hot?"

I rolled her foot in my hand and slowly brought it up to my mouth, blowing on her toes, "Sophie... I couldn't take my eyes off you today... that's how beautiful you are." I brought her foot to my mouth and kissed the top of it, watching her eyes the whole time. She was tense and nervous, trying to hide it, unsure of what was happening next and let out a sigh when my lips touched her foot.

"So what now Sophie," I asked, lowering her feet to the water and stepping closer, nudging between her knees as I reached the edge of the pool. I stopped and waited for her to make the next move... anything. Her neck tensed and her breathing picked up as the silence stretched between us and she licked her lips; poor little thing... she didn't know where to go next. I looked at her again, watching her eyes, "Sophie, can I ask you a question?"

"Mmmhmmm," she said nervously.

"Would you like me to kiss you," I asked quietly.

She swallowed and nodded slowly, cocking a nervous smile, "Yes. If you don't mind."

I moved in closer and ran my hands up her thighs, causing her to inhale sharply; she was so ready but jumpy. I pushed the hair out of her left eye and she turned away slightly, ever aware of her birthmark. I caught her by the chin and turned her head back to me so our eyes met, "Don't look away... your so beautiful...". 

I brushed her cheek with my thumb and her eyes closed slightly in anticipation; my mouth met hers with her upper lip over mine in a decidedly innocent first kiss. I didn't want to push her so I let her explore at her own pace and explore she did. A few seconds later I felt her kiss deepen as her tongue parted my lips and in youthful exuberance her arm reached up, hooking around my neck as she pulled herself against me hard. My hands touched her sides and she jumped but I stayed the course, gently kneading her side and pushing her back, "Hold on honey...".

"I'm sorry," she whispered, dipping her head down and away from me, "I just- I just wanted to-".

"Join me in the water," I said, cutting her off with a reassuring smile. Her nervousness broke and she gave a sigh, realizing she wasn't being rejected but instead brought closer. She smiled at me and shook her head, "I have no suit-". My hands ran along her sides and she trembled slightly but didn't pull back as I offered, "You do wear panties and a bra, right?"

She blushed and covered her face for a second, "Yesssss... but...".

"Come on...," I said mockingly, "...unless your afraid?"

Ahhh, young pride; her jaw set and she eyed me, raising her chin proudly and grabbed both sides of her top, tugging it over her head in one swift move. She had on a white bra and sported what appeared to be large D sized breasts that no doubt bore a close resemblance to her mothers. She got to her feet and unsnapped her skirt, dropping it to the ground to reveal a matching white thong, much to my surprise.

I looked up at her and for a second this was wrong... she was the shy little girl I use to play in this same pool with a few years ago. Then the rockstar in me see's past the daddy's little girl and mommy's hopes and dreams...

This woman is one hundred and thirty pounds of willing and wanton sexual tension. I need to be inside her.

She sits down and lowers herself into the water, gritting her teeth to the initial chill. I see her nipples harden at the cold and I move towards her and she reaches for me. Her arms encircle my neck and my hands clasp her sides, running up her tender frame.

"Kiss me," she whispers, shrugging a bra shoulder strap loose, her breathing picking up. I fix her strap and nuzzle her ear as I pull her against me, "Take it slow baby... there's no rush...". I pull back and gently kiss her and it feels good...

It's eleven at night and I'm in boxer briefs. Melody is lying next to Nikki and I and snoring that womanly snore that beautiful women are so prone to having; like a sighing wind on a warm summers night. Nikki is sitting across from me in just that same silken robe from this morning. Her hairs pulled back in a short ponytail and she's wearing her reading glasses, perched dangerously on the tip of her nose. She's reading through my lyrics, mouthing the words while rubbing a custom lotion on her legs. She'd given a half chuckle and coo when I related the story about Sophie to her; she liked Sophie, a lot and thought it was sweet.

Christ! I didn't tell you... no, we didn't go all the way in the pool. Second base though and not to take a shot at Melody but... Sophies tits are some of the best I've ever felt. She tried to jack me off but I get weird about that in my pool so we made out some more and called it a night. We agreed to meet up when our tour hits California and if she feels the same way then... well, there won't be anything in the way then.

The girls and I don't have an "open" relationship per se... it's more a relationship with certain... "accommodations" made for me. I'm highly sexual and the girls know that... there are days where I've made love to both of them in excess of three or four times each. In the normal world I have been described as a "sex addict" but in our little contained environment in Northern Maine... I'm just dad. The girls know I need my "medicine" and they make sure I get it. If they don't give it to me, they know I get frustrated, moody and confrontational in every other area so in the rare occasion that I'm away from them, I am given a certain "leeway" in my activities as long as I'm safe, responsible and tell them about it.

Heck at certain times, when the stars are just right, the girls and I have shared a girl in celebration. I mean, it's certainly not one way... when I'm not around, the girls sleep in the same bed and have needs also and as long as it's them together I'm fine with that. So I'm not a selfish prick... except when it comes to Nikki... she was my first love and I wouldn't want to risk losing that by giving her a pass outside our threeway relationship. If she chose to leave that's fine but I'm not going to suggest she try out new penis. I just won't and because of that and the girls significantly lower sexual requirements, we tend to keep it focused on the three of us. 

But Nikki and I were first, even though she joined the band last. She and I are like one piece and in the quiet moments, when it's just us, I tell her that. It's one of those moments right now.

She smiles that endearing smile and dips her head, like my honesty hurts her. She takes my hand and leans in, her lips touching mine softly. She shrugs off her robe and it falls away revealing that body that two thirds of the world would pay millions to see and it's all mine. She hooks her arm around my neck and pulls me over her, her kiss deepening, her legs spreading wide. She tugs at my briefs and finds me hard and ready, her hands eager to have me.

I feel her legs pull up and tuck under my arms, in preparation for for my intrusion again; she pulls out of our kiss and whispers, "I am so ready for you... I've wanted you all night long...". 


EPOCH: The Story of Rockstars Ch. 02



2009.

Cannes, France.

Nikki and I are sitting in the sand below the break wall, the traffic behind us a low din. It's six o'clock at night and the sky is an orange hue, the sun still dipping below the horizon.

"What ya thinkin' about sexy?"

I look over at her and she looks back at me grinning, crossing her legs sexily. She's my wife; just over five feet tall, one hundred and ten pounds, blond and dressed in a slinky little cocktail dress, she's taken off her heels and digs her feet into the sand, leaning back on her hands. I laugh and grab her foot and she giggles, making a weak effort to get out of my hand.

It's our anniversary... thirteen years to be exact. We're in France for a charity event tomorrow where we have to sing a duet, something we don't do all the time. They said they wanted something we hadn't done before but something everyone knew. We had our lawyer and agent dig through our options and came up with "Up Where we Belong"; I was on speaking terms with Joe Cocker who held the rights at this point, so a phone call and a dinner got me the option and I took it.

I know, I know... it's pussy, wishy-washy and melodramatic... but we've done the song before back in high school. Back then we did it with just a piano for fun and that's what we'd do again tomorrow.

Fuck you... I won't rationalize my reasoning for this choice with you... besides... it's the first song she and I connected on...

Fuck you again... I know, I know...

"I'm thinking I want to taste these toes," I say, pulling her to me by her ankle and she cries out in surprise as I drag her across the sand, her dress riding up to her waist, revealing the little black thong she's wearing. I hear the click and whirl of camera's from behind us and I know the paparazzi are there, waiting for moments just like this; pantie shots.

I put her foot into my mouth as she laughs out loud and tugs her dress down. "You are INSANE," she cries out, stifling her laughter as I continue to gnaw on her toes and run my hands up her legs. She kicks out when I tickle the back of her leg and catches me in the chin and I fall back. "Oh my God," she yells, moving over me, pushing the hair out of her eyes.

"Are you OK baby?"

"UhnUhn," I groan, holding my face. "Oh Jeez baby, let me see," she says pulling away my hands and moving close to examine the no doubt brutal, growing bruise. I catch her, pulling her over me as she gives a yelp in surprise and I kiss her. She giggles and then deepens the kiss, tucking her hair behind her ear as she balances herself on her palms on either side of my head. Whirls and pops trigger behind us along with a faint cheer by onlookers; passion is still respected in France.

She pulls back and straddles me in the sand, looking down at my face, "Your silly tonight." I run my hands over her hips and nod, "I am... I'm happy."

She tilts her head quizzically, "Why? Why today?" I give her hips a squeeze and smile up at her, "Melody has the kids tonight... we're on a date... and tomorrow we do the first song we sang together." She laughed and patted my chest, eyeing me lovingly, "Baby...! The first song we did together was "Never Alone"!"

I wink up at her and shake my head, "Wrong baby... your talking albums... I'm talking farther back." She looks down at me surprised and settles back, a tear in her eye, "Oh my God... you remember that? After school...?" Nice... I made brownie points there; I grin and nod up at her, "I do... it's where you clicked for me."

"Awww," she groans, lowering her head to my chest; the cameras snap and click on, catching a private moment some writer fills with a caption of their own later and puts in a tabloid.

Her nails run along my chest, over my shirt and she nuzzles into me, listening to my heart...

It was 1994, at 4:30 in the afternoon in Newport, Rhode island. A cool breeze blew by outside the walkway and I sat at the piano in the large, circular dome shaped auditorium of Rogers High School.

I was leaner back then and less motivated; this music thing was over with graduation as far as I was concerned but I'd been spurred by the blonde from homeroom; Nicole Lumier.

She was a dancer and cheerleader in school, along with being highly focused on things like S.A.D.D.. She had to be though... her entire school year was driven by the need to acquire a scholarship to a private college, something imperative to her future education as her single mother had no other option to entertain.

I'd caught her singing in the hall the other day and told her about a music scholarship she could get easily enough if she joined the music club... it was bullshit but she was cute and frankly her voice... it was amazing. Untrained and raw, it sounded soulful and yearning so my mind spun at the thoughts of what she could do if she focused. I'd secured the auditorium for the night, with Mr. Tellibenum working in the sound booth, his eyes would be focused on us half the time so he OKed it.

"Ummm, hello," I heard her say and I looked up, spotting her at the base of the steps leading up to the stage; I waved her over with a smile and nodded to the bench I sat on, "Come on... grab a seat." She looked around with dismay and then put her bag down, taking a seat next to me, "Where's the club?"

I laughed and pointed up to the sound booth, where she saw Mr. Tellibenum who gave us a wave, "Relax Nicole... I promise to not chop you up and toss you off Cliff Walk." She laughed at that and blushed, relaxing a bit as she joggled two keys on the piano. "You play," I asked, surprised. She shook her head and tucked her hands into her lap nervously, "Gosh no... I tried awhile back but it was confusing." She frowned, looking around, "So... fine, your not going to kill me but seriously... where is this club?"

I laughed and sat back, relaxing, "We meet on Thursdays and Sundays... I just wanted to see how you sound alone with a piano." She nodded, blushing again, "Oh, OK. We'll, whenever your ready...". I flipped through the music sheets until I came to one most people knew pretty well. I put the pages down and highlighted in a faint blue the lines for her to sing and passed them to her.

"You know this song," I asked and she gave a slow nod, "I think so... I saw the movie once... it's in a factory right?" I laughed and nodded, "Yeah, sorta... that's the end of the movie...". I let her read through the words and grabbed a water, watching her as she mouthed them. She was sitting straight up and at the time was the epitome of beautiful; she wore a red blouse that looked over dressed for a high school auditorium. I was surprised by the jeans she wore, as I'd never seen her not in a skirt. They clung to her thighs and calves, only slightly dropping away at the ankle, revealing the strong dance body she'd struggled to keep even with a school lunch diet.

Never a fan of much jewelery, she wore a small gold charm bracelet and matching stud earrings. She blushed and again tucked her hair behind an ear, watching me out of the corner of her eye. I grinned and nodded to her, "What?" She looked over at me and smiled nervously, "You keep watching me... it's hard to concentrate..." I grinned at her and scrunched up my nose, trying for cute, "Nicole, how many classes do we have together?"

She rolled her shoulder, "Two I think?" I leaned in and grinned, "I'm always watching you." She blushed again and chuckled nervously, trying to avoid my stare as she scanned the words again. I sat down next to her, my hip touching hers and ran through the first few bars real quick, letting the sound roll across the auditorium. I leaned over to Nicole and spoke quietly to her, "Are you ready honey?"

She blushed, ever the good girl and bit her lip, giving a nod and avoiding my eyes, "Mmmhmm." I nodded and flexed my fingers, "Chick says she's ready then she's ready...". I played the first few notes and kept going as she watched for me to give her a cue, which I did a little ways in.

Her voice started low and unsure but it grew a little more solid as she went... she did so well, I waited until she got to my lines and then I leaned over as I continued to play, "Keep going.... the whole song." Flustered, she continued but found her place easily.

She had truly a dulcet voice that rang out clear and beautiful across that shitty little auditorium and I closed my eyes as she played, enjoying the symbiosis of sounds we made together, her voice and my piano. Fluidly and with a stolid feel, she continued with the song, building in comfort as she went, gaining the eye of Mr. Tellibenum and a number of the drama students painting a background for a play.

They stopped, their eyes locked on the slender girls frame and amazing vocal ability as she rolled through the chorus which, while very soppy, was no less a draw. Her voice rolled on, barely challenged as I looked over and found her eyes closed as she came to the end of the song. I played the last few bars by memory and ran it out to silence, which was met by claps from our captive audience and a whistle from Mr. Tellibenum above us.

"Was that good," I yelled up to him grinning and his thumbs up and flashing spotlight indicated it was; Nicole blushed again, covering her face with her hands and giggled nervously.

"Your good," I said, nudging her shoulder with mine and she wiped her eyes with her hands, laughing, "Thanks." I opened my water and took a sip, eyeing her closely again and she looked back at me suspiciously, "What?"

"Your amazing," I said seriously and she shook her head, "No... I just-". I shook my head, cutting her off, "No... beyond the vocals... your amazing. Just... the whole look, the personality and the voice... your amazing." She rolled her shoulder again and tucked a loose strand of hair over her ear nervously, "Well... thank you. Really, thank you."

I fiddled with the keys a few more times and let the awkward silence roll in before I looked up at her, my mouth dry, "I think you should join the club... I mean, like really join it." She leaned away from me and bit her lip before carefully stating her position, "Eric... I know this is important to you but I need a scholarship to move on with my education... Most of my time is spent trying to focus on that-".

"The scholarship pays... six thousand dollars," I blurted out loud, almost regretting my words as they left my mouth. Almost.

She looked surprised and shook her head, still unsure, "I don't know... I mean, I'd still have to compete with others to get it-."

I cut her off again, my stomach flip flopping as my lie grew, "No... no one else is trying for it." Her interest was peaked and she eyed me again, "Really? I mean.... six thousand dollars is a lot...". I shrugged in mock indifference, "Don't know what to say... no ones interested though. It's too bad really because there are two days left for sign up...".

She bit her lip and looked down at the piano keys intently, as if they had the answer. Her eyes moved up to mine and she murmured, "What are the requirements?" I nodded, trying to hide my glee, "Ummm.... good grades in the other classes... college prep courses only... you show up for our Thursday and Sunday meetings... perform at our shows and that's it."

She looked surprised and leaned forward, "That sounds easy...". I nodded, "It is... but I need to know for sure Nicole... I still need to request the form and get it signed by tomorrow...". Her eyes showed shock, "Oh my God! Seriously? Well... alright I guess... as long as it doesn't affect my other scholarship...".

"It won't," I replied, watching her as her smile grew. I shook my head slowly, tsking and she looked nervously at me, "What is it?" I fiddled with the keys and leaned over, nudging her shoulder with my own playfully, "We still have a problem...". She looked concerned and met my eyes with her own, "What is it?"

"Your going to have to spend a lot of time with me," I replied, smirking. She blushed and sat up straight, looking away, "Eric... I have a boyfriend-".

"Paul," I asked with a chuckle and she looked back at me accusingly, "Why are you laughing?" I shrugged, meeting her eyes again, "Nicole... Paul's a nice guy but...," I said softly, wincing at the words before they came out. "But what," She asked, her tone rising slightly in annoyance.

I regarded her out of the corner of my eye and continued slowly, "You have a passion Nicole... I feel it when I watch you dance or give your opinion in class... Right now... I feel that and I'm the only one who gets you...". Her eyes softened and she relaxed, watching me closely, "You think you get me?" I nodded and we sat in silence for a few seconds as she soaked that up and then she murmured, "What do you get about me?"

"Besides the passion?"

"Yes," she said, tucking a loose hair behind her ear and watching my hands on the keys, "What do you see?"

I got goosebumps and my throat dried out; this was asking me to be painfully honest about how I felt about her but I had to get it out. I'd known her a total of a month and my constant flirting and finding reasons to be with her were obvious. She was sweet... a good girl really, something I hadn't been comfortable with yet but found no less intoxicating. I wanted her desperately but not like the others; I wanted her to want me with her.

I swallowed hard and licked my lips, watching the keys of the piano, "Beauty... a strength... not just yours but... mine. When I'm with you I feel like... like... I'm better...". I stopped playing the piano and rubbed my hands together, trying to control the quiver in my voice, "I think you don't feel it's fair... your struggle to get where your going... you want to be like every other girl and worry about prom and your boyfriend and just live... but you can't...".

She swallowed and held herself in check as I continued, "I think Paul doesn't push you and I think that's why you chose him. You have so much inside you, desperate to get out that I think if he did... you'd break like a wave over him and you'd consume him. I feel it right now...". She looked at me out of the corner of her eye, her throat constricting as she struggled to not break her fragile mask and I nodded, leaning in and nuzzled her ear with my nose, my own will shaken, "I think if I tried to kiss you right now... you wouldn't stop me...".

She moved from me like she was on fire, grabbing her purse and standing up, heading for the stairs. As she stumbled up the aisle I shook my head in frustration, "Nicole... hey!" She stopped, her back to me, "Yes?"

"Will you be back on Thursday," I asked, swallowing hard. She stood still and looked down at her feet before murmuring, "Yes... if you have the teacher put in the paperwork."

I grunted a sound of success and stood up, "I will Nicole... and Nicole?"

She sighed, turning to regard me as she back stepped up the aisle, her bag in her hand, "Yes?"

I grinned, "Can I call you "Nikki"?" She growled, turning away from me, "NEVER! If you ever do, I'll hurt you!" I laughed and watched her go, my heart racing.

I loved her and knew it right then...

She's under me now, in our suite overlooking the Rue Jean Daumas; the windows open and we can hear the traffic below... it mixes with our sounds of love. She arches up to me, her hands locked behind my head, pulling me in, to her kiss. It breaks and she breathes hard, meeting my downward stroke with her own upward drive, trying to get more of me inside her. Her legs are locked at the heels behind me and around my waist, her body covered in a faint sheen of sweat, mixing with mine.

"I love you," she pants up at me, her eyes as hungry as her body and I want her to know how much I love her. "I love you too," I rasp back at her, knowing my words failed me in my own mind but she smiles up at me before moaning, arching hard up into me as my downward stroke meets hers again.

She is close now and I feel the urgency; her breathing picks up into a pant, her hands moving to hook under my arms as she changes the angle, driving up harder into me. It's a sense of desperation that consumes her and then me as I drive into her harder, wanting it more and for it to never end but knowing it will. She whimpers as do I and my hands find her hips and I hold her fast to the mattress, slapping into her with a driving beat. She cries out, her nails raking my shoulders and she looks up into my eyes, desperate to feel everything.

"I love you...," she murmurs almost sad in her tone and I send it back to her...

"I love you..."

Like a mantra, she repeats it, her tone rising, her eyes filling with tears as she moans it out again, over and over...

"I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you..."

Her thighs unclench and rise higher, her knee's tucking under my arms and she begins to tremble and I have her.

She is mine now to finish and then me for her.

I pull back and drive into her two... three... four more times and her neck tightens, her body taunt and still, her head thrown to the side...

"OOOOHHHH GUUUUDDD," she groans aloud, tightening into a ball in my arms as she rocks against me, her tight sex locking onto my own. I feel her own body pulsate beneath me and I groan as well, pushing into her as deep as I can and let go, collapsing onto her.

"Oh... yes baby," she whimpers as I fill her with my love, my hips grinding into her own as I gasp, her own sex still milking my own.

It takes us a minute before I roll off of her and we lay panting, her head on my chest, her leg thrown across me. She cuddles up to me and I hook my arm around her, pushing the tousled hair out of her eyes and smile down at her weakly. She looks up at me and blushes, nuzzling my chest, "What is it stud?"

I chuckle and pull her tight against me, running my free hand along her muscled thigh lazily, "I want to do that forever...". She looks up at me with one tired eye and grins weakly, her hand tracing lines on my chest, "Awww... you always say the cutest things...". She nuzzles me again and closes both eyes before murmuring, "I'd need a nap before you do that to me again...".

I grin and a minute later, her girlish and slight snore tells me she wasn't joking. Tonight, she'll wake me again, her mouth consuming me and we'll have each other once more. In the morning, we will shower and I will take her once more there before we make our way back to the penthouse where Melody and the kids sleep right now.

My life is good... I can't complain and I count myself lucky to have two women so understanding but Nikki was the first. Nikki was always there and that is what makes her special... she was there when I was nothing and together we've made history...



EPOCH: The Story of Rockstars Ch. 03



2008.

Queens, New York City.

"So what do you think?"

I'm sitting on a park bench in one of the newly refurbed parks in Queens. They started fixing public parks up when the artists and homosexuals started moving in enmass which kind of freaks me out; if that came out bad, I'm, sorry. I actually have no problem with the gay community... I just feel a little strange sitting in a park in New York and not fearing a mugging. On top of that, I'm sitting next to a woman who I think I've always loved.

She's wearing designer leather boots, her jeans tucked into them with a heavy hooded sweatshirt on. The hoods back on her shoulders but sitting over the black peacoat she has on. On her head she sports a Yankee's cap with her long, chestnut brown hair pulled through the gap in the back. Her smile warms you, her eyes show you what's in her heart. A shift of her shoulder and a tilt of her head melts me... and those eyes! She can so have me...

She nudged my shoulder, her smile breaking across her beautiful face, "Come on! What do you think?"

I shrugged, trying to play it cool, "I don't know. Why are you even asking me... I did two action movies! It's not even real acting." She was asking me because I was a friend; her agent had probably already nailed down the details and made it a slam dunk but she was looking for someone close to tell her it wasn't a mistake. She put her head on my shoulder and confirmed my thoughts, "I ask because your my friend Eric."

I'm married now twelve years and my wife, our live in girlfriend and I have, obviously enough, a fairly open relationship. This goes for most women with my two ladies at home except...

...for Natalie.

Most women that approach me usually look good, some even look better than my wife or girlfriend but they rarely bring much else to the table. Natalie is beautiful, a dancer and college educated... a spot to close to a real threat for my Nikki. I love her just the same though and for the record she knows how we all feel. She just doesn't address it; for her, if I want to come around I'm welcome but don't bring the drama. Every once in awhile I give my wife a kiss on the cheek and tell her I have an interview to do in New York and she nods, fairly sure that after a visit to the Today Show or Howard Stern, I'll probably be swinging by Nat's place.

I lean away from her with a grin and raise an eyebrow, "The "F" word again." She shakes her head, her ponytail flopping lightly on her back, "Don't change the topic. Should I do the movie or not?" I reached around her waist and pull her close, her head turning up to look at me as I answered her, "yeah... after I tickle you."

I promptly dragged her as she squealed in resistance across my lap, my fingers digging into her sides until she rolled out of my arms and onto the cement, scattering startled pigeons. She kicked me in the shin with a giggle as I sat back nonchalantly. I shrugged carelessly and looked around the park, "You got no class Hershlag..."

It's one in the morning and she just kicked Ryan Phillippe out with his swim suit model. She's in the kitchen making tea, jazz is playing on the stereo and we're a little high. I'm leaning on the doorframe watching her from behind; she's dressed in a black turtleneck and cutoff shorts with no shoes. Her hair is wild and runs down her back loosely as she fills the defuser and removes the pot from the stove. I lower the lights and hear her let out soft sigh, "I like that..."

"You had fun tonight," I ask quietly and she nods, her back still to me.

"I only have these get togethers when you come to town," she said, adding sugar to her tea.

I move up behind her and put my hands on the counter on either side, causing her to turn. She's looking up into my eyes and I smile down at her, "Maybe I should come more often...".

"Priorities," she reminded me in a low tone, gently placing the mug on the counter. I nudged my knee between her legs and they parted slightly as I kissed her gently on the forehead, "Your the priority right now Nat...". She put her hands on my chest and felt the muscle there; slowly she felt the curves and bends, her hands running down to my belt where they paused, fiddling with the metal clasp.

She stopped for a moment and I took that second to turn her chin up and press my lips to hers gently. She didn't fight it and leaned in, her hands hooking on the top of my jeans to hold me in place. I felt her tongue running across my lip and my mouth opened, her tongue finding mine. I was shaking but so was she, more so even as my hands slid to her sides, slowly working her turtleneck up to reveal her pale skin and delicate ribcage. She whimpered in regret, her hands quickly sliding to catch mine and prevent the regression of her clothed state but instead I caught her wrists and raised them up, pressing forward with my knee to feel the warmth between her thighs.

She exhaled sharply at the sudden intrusion and again at my chuckle as I realized her need; her shorts felt damp. I pressed her wrists back and against the cabinet above her head, my kiss breaking to find the curve of her neck, causing her again to sigh in pleasure as my teeth lightly bit down on the cord of muscle there. Slowly I worked my hands down her sides to ensure her hands stayed above us and again I hooked my fingers in the tight material of the turtleneck, slowly pulling it up. It slid up, again revealing her ribs and belly button, sliding higher to the gentle curve of her small A cup breasts. As I slowly pulled it higher, her soft pink nipple came into view; I continued to pull her shirt higher until it passed her chin and mouth and finally nose.

I stopped suddenly, her arms and eyes still contained within the black material and I chuckled; she frowned and went to put her arms down and finish the job but I caught her elbows gently. "Stop," I said softly as I leaned forward and against her crotch with my knee. She leaned back and my lips found hers quickly. I popped the button loose on her shorts and she gasped as my mouth dropped to her neck, then collar bone and finally to the soft, pink nipple. She bit her lower lip and placed her weight against my knee, still shaking in my hands.

"I want you tonight..."

She shook her head, "No Eric..."

She tried to shift her hands down and again I caught them, holding her against the cabinet, her arms over her head.

"Yes. I didn't ask you... I told you."

She groaned and shook her head hard as she felt her shorts shifting lower off her hips, "No Eric... I said no and I mean-". She cried out suddenly when my hand dipped into her panties and found her center.

"Your body says yes," I chuckled as I pushed a finger into her, causing her to moan desperately. Her shorts hit the floor as they lost purchase on her hips and her panties joined them after. I took the excess shirt sleeve above her head and tied them in a knot to the handle of the cabinet, causing her to struggle.

"What are you doing," she cried out; my hand came to rest against her chest as I lowered myself to my knees. I kissed her tummy, causing her to shiver and then took her left ankle in my hand. I lifted her leg slowly and put her thigh onto my shoulder as I stroked her other leg gently. I looked up over her taunt belly and small breasts, again kissing her tummy, "I'm going to eat your pussy Natalie. Give me your other leg."

"Eric please-"

"Natalie, do you want me to eat your pussy real good?"

"...Eric... please-"

"You need to let it happen Natalie. I'm going to eat your pussy and make you cum."

"...Eric... that's so crude..."

I kissed her belly again and she shivered once more before I spoke, "Natalie... put your leg on my shoulder so I can make you cum. I want you so hard..."

"... your married..."

I could see her weakening so I kissed her again and lowered my head to her sex, whispering just loud enough for her to hear and close enough so she could feel my warm breath, "Nat-a-lieeee... I can see how wet you are. I can smell you and I want to taste you. Please let me eat your pussy..."

She shook hard and whispered to herself, "Oh God...," slowly lifting her other leg to rest on the other side of my head. I chuckled, nuzzling her dampness, "I'm so going to make you cum...".

My hands ran up her sides as my tongue sunk into her, causing her to cry out and lock up, her legs tight on my head. I slid my hands down and under until they cupped her small rear in my hands and again intruded into her wet warmth.

"Oh God," she cried out as my tongue circled her clit, spinning her up and causing her ankles to lock behind my head. I ran my hands up and down her thighs, enjoying the silky smoothness of her skin as she started to rock against my mouth. I felt her shift above me and my eyes cut up to find her pulling free of her top, her hands wrapping around the back of my head to place me where she needed me.

My tongue drove on and she leaned forward onto my shoulders and gave a cry of surprise when I lifted her up, rising to my feet, the small brunette still seated on my face. I moved carefully as I moved out of the kitchen and back into the livingroom, a small fire still burning in the hearth. I lowered her slowly down to the rug there and her mouth found mine as she set to work on my belt and jeans. In a second she had them down and dug into my underwear just as quickly, her small hand wrapping around my ten inches with a gasp.

"Oh God... that's so big...," she murmured as she pulled me out and her eyes set on it. I turned her face up to mine and we kissed again, our tongues fighting for purchase as her hand slowly started to work my cock back and forth. Standing up slowly, I stood and kicked off the jeans from the last foot and felt her breath on the head of my member as it passed her lips and I gave a surprised moan as she began to suck.

"Christ," I murmured as I palmed the back of her head and lowered myself to the couch, the small actress still connected hungrily as she rocked back and forth over the first six inches of my dick. Surprisingly, she was rough with herself, attempting to wedge the rest down but only managing another inch before I felt her gag reflex kick in. She settled for seven and continued to rock back and forth as I looked down into her eyes, holding her beautiful face in both hands now.

I enjoyed her silent and diligent blowjob for several more minutes before she slid off me with a big inhalation of air and rose to her feet. Walking over to the fire, she removed a log from the collection to the left and tossed it in, scattering sparks upward into chimney and stood, enjoying the heat. I watched her silhouette as she stood in silence for several seconds before she turned and looked back at me, "I'm waiting..."

I jumped up in surprise as I realized she wanted me to have her there and her laugh was shy and tinkling, like wind chimes as I molded to her form from behind. She looked up at me over her shoulder, almost scared, and whispered, "Gentle please... your bigger than most...". I nuzzled her neck lovingly and she leaned forward, her small ass rubbing against my cock as I reached around and cupped a small breasted in one hand.

I lifted my cock with my free hand and lined myself up with her sex and slowly, worked my way into her, causing her to cry out. I heard her nails dig into the wood over the fireplace and her legs shook as I pushed in, her wetness making it easy from my perspective. Her breath came sharp as she cried out at the intrusion and my hands found her hips as I began to rut out the small woman.

For a long time we were all but silent except for the gentle smack of my loins to her ass. I was relishing the moment as my hands slid over her body, feeling every crevice, bend and curve of muscle. We both were slick with sweat as I drove into her and I thought back on my meeting her after "the trilogy" and her continued flirting and casual touches and then the rebukes. She'd tortured me for so long and now here we were, together and pleasing each other.

She let out a moan and my hand caught her sex, my thumb seeking out her clit to caress and she tightened up, her body trying to stave off the growing feeling. I nuzzled her neck and she leaned into it as my thumb continued to work, my other hand sliding up to cup and manipulate her breast. She seemed to crumpled in my hands as the wave hit her and she cried out at the sensation as she came hard, her body jerking once, twice and then a third time, several moans following as I lifted her. Still shaking in my hands, I lifted her and carried her petite form to the bedroom and lowered her onto the duvet.

Climbing onto the bed, I eased myself between her legs and pushed them up, placing gentle kisses to her ankles. She let out a content sigh and then a start as I pushed them wide and began to rub my cock along her narrow slit. I rose up quickly and then pushed down, her body enveloping me as I pushed all ten inches in suddenly, causing her to whimper and pull her legs up along my sides as she was suddenly filled.

Cupping her ass with one hand, I took her wrists over her head with the free hand and began to truly fuck her. I undulated against her deep and steady and she began to moan deep as I filled spots she'd never had touched before. Her head thrown to the side, I felt her struggle above my head to free herself and I chuckled as I nipped her ear playfully.

"You want me to let you go," I whispered and she cried out, "Yes... let me touch you...". I pushed her hands back again and sped up, my fingers digging into her ass crack deep and she cried out again, more urgently as I fucked her hard now, our bodies slapping together wetly.

She was mine and she knew it; she couldn't overcome me physically and her attempt at controlling me through words had failed also. I felt the fight drop out and her back arched up, pushing her sex toward me to fill herself more fully. She began to groan deep, a sound I hadn't heard her make before and her legs dropped wide apart; this was everything. She wanted to be taken fully and wouldn't resist me.

My hands slid to her waist and I sat up, pulling her hips up to meet my assault as I bottomed out and pounded her cervix, causing her groans to shift to pained grunts. She resisted the ache and waited for me to have my fill and it was inevitable to happen. The tiny woman's body beneath me was locked on and giving as I felt the rush in my balls and I gave three more quick thrusts, burying myself deeply into her. 

She cried out as I came and felt herself flooded with my pent up lust for her. I groaned in surprise as I felt her hands encircle my neck and pull me down to her breast, which I promptly began to suckle from. I continued to rock inside her and she assisted as we lay panting, my mouth at her small breast...

That night I held her to me and we made love throughout the night; when we would drift off, it would be in each others arms.

In the morning we made love again and then showered. She made breakfast and she sat on my lap and rode me again as we ate. At some point the tables contents was scattered and I have her on the table, the two of us grinding and seeking release. After another shower, we went for a walk and grocery shopped before ending up back at the apartment and ate a small dinner. We watched a movie and we started again when she told me she was sore; I pulled her over me and ate her to an orgasm and she did the same for me before we said the hell with it and retired to the bedroom for a gentle love-making session.

The next day, I awoke early and we made love once more before she helped me wash up and pack my things for the trip home. We made out for awhile while I waited for my driver and communicated through touch mostly as we stood in the kitchen.

"What did we do," asked Natalie quietly, her arms encircling my neck. She stood in a pair of yoga pants and a t-shirt and I looked down at her lovingly, "What we wanted all along."

She smirked up at me and then stood on her toes and nuzzled my neck, "We did exactly what YOU wanted... I just wanted a tea."

I chuckled and palmed her small butt, giving it a squeeze, "Well, you do have to entertain the guests when they visit..."



EPOCH: The Story of Rockstars Ch. 04



2011.

Bremmerhoffen, Germany.

Thunderhaus Metal Festival.

The German people are known for basically three things... Nazi's, Volkswagons and a thriving Metal scene. If I was to add a fourth it would be dirty blondes. These two girls have just cornered me while I was listening to Thunder, an eighties and ninties hard rock band, backstage. They look about nineteen, maybe cousins they look so similar, the only difference being one is wearing glasses. The one with the glasses can't weigh more than one hundred pounds and change while the other looks smaller; course that could be because she's dressed in just bootie shorts and a tanktop.

It would be innocent enough if the one with glasses hadn't pushed me back into the shadows and her cousin hadn't fished my cock out of my pants. The one with the glasses had grabbed me by the head and shoved her tongue down my throat while her cousin had dropped down to her knees and tried to swallow me whole. Glasses broke the kiss and cupped her cousins head, pushing her down farther, causing the little girl to let out a gargling choke. Glasses grinned up at me mischievously and over the din of the music in broken English said, "fuck now?"

Rarely the sort to turn down such an offer, I surprised myself when I frowned and slowly pushed Cousin off my hard-on and in the only German I knew, told her "thank you but I have to run." After giving the girls some passes to the after party and letting them get a picture with me(both girls were sure to drop their hands over my crotch for humors sake as the flash went off) I moved back towards our area, passing Slash along the way. He turned to watch the girls saunter away and grinned oversea at me as they rounded the corner, "Careful man... those two have been busy tonight."

"How busy," I asked.

"I think they fucked Jane's Addiction an hour ago," he said, still grinning.

"Who in Jane's," I asked worried and Slash shook his head, adjusting his tophat, "Nah man... like ALL of Jane's."

"Shit," I grimaced and he gave the same snicker I was familiar with before we parted ways and I headed back to our ready area in search of an antibacterial wash...

Dieter, head of our security, let me in quickly as I took count of the band. Nikki was talking to Melody quietly, no doubt about the problems she'd experienced with her dance choreographer. I could make out Steven's seated form in the other room, heavily invested in meditation as usual before a show; whatever... it beats him drinking himself stupid. Eric has taken a page out of my book and has his two girlfriends in the corner, smoking up a lot of our cannibas. Mike has his own corner; sitting on a chair, he's wearing a t-shirt and boxer shorts, his jeans draped over the arm of the chair. He spots me and raises his gem encrusted chalice he was given by Lil' Wayne, filled to the brim with our own brand of red wine(called "Epochial")... in his other hand is a copy of Variety. In Variety, Mike is currently linked with Pippa Middleton due to a picture of them standing too close after the concert at Donnington.

They were only friends but Pippa needed to be careful; the Queen was a renown bitch and Pippa connecting with a drummer renown for his oil paintings of his own penis and giving interviews in the nude could draw the ire of the wicked bitch. Thing is I think he actually liked the girl, which made it all the harder now. I gave him the thumbs up and moved into the sideroom to change, causing Nikki and Melody to follow me, still in deep discussion.

"I'm pretty sure he's out," Nikki said, straightening her belt, "I just wanted someone with a little input, not a drill instructor." Melody nodded, her hand running down Nikki's back lovingly; Melody was a comfort to both of us... a mother at times when you needed someone who just pushes you along to follow your own path. "You know what you have to do hun," she said, her head dropping onto Nikki's shoulder tenderly.

"Where's my-," I started, only to have Nikki pass me a set of clothes from the hook on the back of the door. "What would you do without us," Nikki said with a grin, her free hand running over my shoulder. I grinned at her and started to remove my shirt and belt, "I would probably be surrounded by a lot of cheap women and bills." I stood in front of a large mirror and continued to undress, with Nikki and Melody talking, their eye's occasionally running over me appraisingly.

I feel at this point I should mention that the whole reason I got into music professionally was for Nikki... I would have been happy living in a mobile home and doing my music in local bars for tips. Nikki though required comfort in life and we knew we had the talent so we cashed in our favors and got our deal. Our family grew by one when Melody came along and with her came an intense sexual energy that consumed us all; we always were touching and feeling like a hunger that couldn't be sated. We never tired of each other and rarely had a problem with bringing in more women to the bedroom. We spent a year in Vegas, sometimes waking up with as many as ten female bodies around us that we didn't recognize.

All-consuming to tell you the truth... but not unwelcome.

I could see Melody watching me and Nikki whispered to her, causing her to give her crooked grin, "So what's with the two girls out there Eric?"

I laughed, kicking my jeans off and leaving myself in only boxer briefs and tattoo's. Across my ab's in black stylized lettering was the name "Nikki" in caps; below that in the same lettering was Melody's name, just above my cock. "Don't worry about those girls... I sent them on their way with nothing but a picture..."

"That's funny," said Nikki, moving off the bed and up behind me, her hand snaking around my torso and into my briefs, "I heard they blew you behind the curtains." She grasped my now bulging hard-on, giving it a tug and kissed my shoulder. Melody moved to my other side and slid her hand down past Nikki's, gently cupping my testicles, "I don't Know Nikki... he feels pretty full."

Nikki purred her response, "Only one way to be sure...". She moved around to my front and guided me back, still holding me tight; pushing me back onto the mattress she and Melody held me down. She glided down my front as Melody slid her shoulder strap off, pulling her arm free of the dress, one full breast presented to my mouth. As I took it's pink tip into my mouth I felt Nikki's hot tongue bath my cock in one long lick.

"Let's check your fluid levels...," she moaned as her mouth encapsulated me, taking me deep into the warmth of her throat, Melody letting out a husky moan of her own, her other arm shrugging free of her dress. Melody's eyes were closed as she concentrated on my tongues work, my hand hooking under her skirt reaching for her panties. She surprised me; she had none on and I found her wet to my touch. I pushed my finger into her and she sighed, her trembling increasing as I felt Nikki's hand join my own under Melody.

Nikki's mouth was amazing; she started at the top, with constant suction, dropping smoothly down over the head, her tongue rolling around me fluidly. Back up, her tongue cork-screwed around me(a trick she learned from a porn star named Isabella at the Bunny Ranch in Nevada) only to once again drop down. Over and over she drove on, her hand sliding over mine as I slowly worked in and out of Melody's wet center. Moving above my hand, her fingers found our lovers clitoris and began to circle it gently, causing the cute blond to moan more urgently. I felt nails run through my hair as she cradled my head to her breast, clamping her thighs closed on both Nikki and I. She began to rotate her hips gently, both hands held just where she wanted them, her breathing shallow.

Nikki laughed softly as I slipped from her mouth, hardened and ready, "I think she needs more Honey...". Nikki wrapped her hand around my swollen member and lovingly began to jack it up and down, "Mel, he's so ready for you...".

Melody cooed when she looked down at my ten inches, biting her lip in anticipation; it always hurts I think even though they both denied it. Their both about five four and a little over one hundred pounds so something the size of their forearm can't be all fun. "Lay back... I'll put him in you," Nikki said, her hand moving to push Melody gently who willingly lay back.

"What about you," I whispered to Nikki who smiled up at me hungrily.

"You can take care of me later," she said, moving up alongside us, my cock still in her hand. I nodded and gently kneed Melody's legs apart, which parted wide lasciviously. Her soft pink lips pouted openly up at me as I hooked her leg behind the knee and lifted it up, her heeled foot coming to rest on my shoulder. Nikki lined me up with her entrance and nudged her with the tip of my cock causing Melody to whimper and arch her hips up to meet me.

Nikki smiled and rested her head on Melody's silky ab's, her hand still wrapped around my cock near the head and pressed against Melody's entrance. Her eyes slid up to me, my tip poised at Melody's entrance and quietly said, "Go now. Slowly push into her...".

I did as she asked, my eyes locking with Melody's as I slowly pushed in the first three inches. Her face contorted through surprise, pain, disbelief and finally need as she let out a low guttural moan that was no doubt heard in the other room. Nikki's mouth placed small kisses across Melody's tummy and up to her slightly larger breasts, her tongue finally circling a pink tip. She began to suckle gently, causing Melody's eyes to dart over to her and again I shifted, feeding the tiny girl another three inches. I felt her tremble and gasp, stretched by my girth and I chuckled, nuzzling into her neck and whispering, "Too big for you?"

"Fuck noooo," she breathed out and continued to tremble as I felt Nikki's hand slowly glide down between Melody and I. Nikki pulled back and moved up to the other side of Melody's neck, placing small kisses and love bites as her hand sought the other blond's clit.

"Now," whispered Nikki, her eyes meeting mine and again I pushed in another two inches as Nikki's hand pressured down on Melody's clit and rotated, causing Melody to cry out and arch hard against both my cock and Nikki's thumb. "Ohhhh fffffuuu-," she howled, suddenly silencing herself by covering her mouth. I saw tears form in her eyes as I pulled back and again pushed into her, her heels locking around me and digging into my my shoulder and ass.

Nikki sat up, her hand running up and down my back and ass lovingly as I began to rut out the tiny blond; I set my pace, my hands reaching under her, an ass cheek in each hand as I slowly gained in speed. Melody lay back, her breathing shallow, her eyes clenched shut and her mouth half open in ecstasy as I filled her to capacity with each stroke. Nikki slowly got to her feet and moved off toward the door to the other room, "You two join us when your done... we're on in twenty minutes."

Melody let out a mournful coo in my ear as I pounded into her, her nails raking my back as she took the assault. "Baby," she moaned breathlessly, "you need to hurry." Her hands slid to my face and she pulled my lips to hers, her tongue seeking mine deeply.

Melody is soft, in both demeanor and her touch; she rarely raises her voice and would bend to Nikki and I if we pushed. To push us in her own way, she often expresses enthusiasm towards what we desired and then as an afterthought, gets what she wants in the end. This was what made her a sort of "glue" in our relationship... and don't take that the wrong way. It's not that Nikki and I don't put Melody first, it's just that she is usually the first to attend to situations at home. At this particular moment, Melody changed tactics.

She broke the kiss long enough to pull me to nuzzle her neck and whisper in my ear.

"Your so big..."

"Your cock is so big..."

"Are you going to come in my pussy...?"

"Fuck me harder..."

"Your stretching my pussy soooo good..."

"You going to cum in this little girl...?"

"You going to make me all dirty and sticky and good...?"

"Come on... I need to feel you cum..."

Dirty talk from an innocent. It's just not fair play.

I pulled back slightly with a grin and looked into her eyes, "Are you trying to rush me?" Her thighs tightened on my side and she reached up for me with need in her eyes, "Baby... I just don't want you to be late...". I leaned over her and pushed myself deep, causing her to let out a groan, my eyes meeting hers, "This isn't something to hold me over honey... this IS my reason for living." I leaned down and kissed her lips, again going back to my rhythm with a smirk as my hands slid along her sides, "Besides... if you really want me to cum, you know what I have to do...".

I felt her struggle in vain under me, her eyes flashing in surprise, "NO! DON'T YOU DARE!" Locked down as she was, she couldn't escape my hands as I began to tickle her ribs, causing her to scream, laugh and make guttural noises as she tried to squirm away from me and continued to be rutted out by yours truly. I wouldn't stop until she begged and the show would start twenty minutes late because in the end we made love...

We opened with "Just Burn", a hard driving tune with heavy drums and precision guitar work that was a throwback to the eighties, just angrier and industrial sounding. We followed with a few songs from the new album and then brought out "the Wheel"; the Wheel is a giant spinning wheel similar to the wheel on Wheel of Fortune, except instead of money it has song options. We bring up a hot girl from the audience and let her give it a spin and the song it lands on is what we perform next.

The girls are then escorted off stage to a "VIP area" where they get to meet the band later... and usually get fucked... usually.

The first girl came up in a skin tight one piece that let everything she had hang out. Giving the wheel a spin it landed on "cover" which led us into our cover of the Beatles "While My Guitar Gently Weeps", with Steve doing lead vocals. The crowd went nuts. After a few more songs off the album, we brought a tiny blond up who barely gave it a spin but rolled it over to "Number 1", which led us into "Roll the Dice", a number one hit from our stay in Vegas about four years ago.

After that, we wrapped up the evening with several of our hits and closed the night with "Dollar in My Pocket"; a huge hit from a few years ago and bounced backstage. Well wishers passed by as we slipped out to our RV and into the party scene.

The music is loud.

The drugs are prevalent.

The alcohol is abundent.

I'm busy though as I have my tongue buried in Lucie Pustova's pussy and my wife is riding her tongue. Melody is in the corner rampantly masturbating and Dieter is keeping Lucie's boyfriend distracted in the other room.

Nikki smiles back at me hungrily and lets out a moan as she curls forward, pressing this slender models tongue more in place as I kneel behind the small Czech woman and align my rampant cock with her tight snatch. "Much dick for you tonight honey," I murmur as I motion for Melody who moves fast to my size and pushes her tongue into my mouth. I cup her ass rough as I push deep into Lucie, her cry of pain and pleasure muffled by Nikki's swelling orgasm.

I take what I want in this life and woman are no exception. Should you show up at my show it might be my wife or our girlfriend but in any case, don't take your eyes off what's yours or I might just make it mine...



EPOCH: The Story of Rockstars Ch. 05



We are on Kelly & Michael and the question hits.

"How did you guys get together?"

I smirked... a common question we get hit with all the time. I squeezed Nikki's hand and she took the lead.

"High school actually. I was a cheerleaders and part of the dance team as well... Eric had this little band that helped earn money for uniforms for us-"

I cut in, "What can I say... I've always loved the arts."

The audience chuckled and Nikki grinned and rolled her eyes, "Especially when it involved cheerleaders and tight uniforms."

The audience laughed again and I grinned and shrugged, "Let's just keep in mind you were one of those cheerleaders..."

Her eyes cut to mine with a smirk, "That's right... lucky for you." More chuckles.

Nikki shifted, "So he not only assisted with the uniform but also helped us with our act..."

I grinned and realized she still only knew so much of the whole story; staring at Kelly Ripa's legs, I let my mind slip back...

1993.

Newport, Rhode Island.

Rogers High School auditorium.

"Line up ladies!"

At best, the cheerleaders for Rogers were going to be a problem; limited talent, a lackluster routine and an overweight supervisor was pushing this squad quickly over the brink. While most of the girls were pleasant to look at, they bore an air of superiority and privelage that promptly dropped them overall into the toilet. Nikki and I had come up with an idea we had been working on for a month, of course what she didn't know was that I had started on it at the end of the summer. "Come ON," she yelled as the girls, in their tight black and red uniforms, with little pleated skirts meandered to their positions.

Nikki sighed, bending at the waist and scooping up a waistbin, moved along the line, "Gum... spit it out." They giggled and three spit out the gum as she moved along the line shaking her head, "Come on... have a little pride..."

"Why are we here on a Tuesday and why is he here," asked one of the Pollia twins, exasperated and clearly irritated, pointing at me. I saw Nikki's face tighten and knew she needed me to step out for a minute. I moved off for backstage as she began to tell the girls the bad news; it wasn't going to go well. These girls didn't like being judged, let alone told that half of them would be replaced. I pushed past the backdrop into wings, toward the waiting, nervous teenage girls.

I grinned as I perused them in their new uniforms, tightly stretched and newly designed. The design kept to the regulations but cut up and angled across all the right spots, accentuating the womanly curves they each possessed. These girls had little to no experience at cheering but had physical frames that far outstripped the usual, A-cup flat as a board body of a gymnast. These girls had come from the school dance program or our "advisor" had picked them. I moved over to her as she flipper through a clipboard.

It was strange seeing her during the day, as she was a stripper at night. At five six and one hundred and fifteen pounds she seemed almost meek standing there in her baby blue sweats and black leotard top. If you met her on the job, you never would have though that; after introducing herself as "Simone" at the Foxy Lady, she'd pulled me into the champagne room and fucked me stupid. She was the first girl I'd done anal with and the first girl to introduce me to cocaine, a drug which I would never try again. I don't enjoy feeling like my heart was going to explode.

I touched her lower back and leaned into her ear, "Are they ready?" She smirked devilishly and gave a slight nod, "I believe so Hun." I could hear Nikki moving toward the main point of the emergency meeting as I looked over to see one of the girls watching us as we talked; she was blushing as she watched my hand trace a circle on Simones hip. I winked at the girl who smiled shyly at me; she let out an audible squeek when she saw my hand slip down the back of Simones sweatpants. I chuckled as Simone continued to check her list and I cupped her ass, with the girl still watching.

At that point, I heard the very audible complaints on stage to Nikki's decision and Simone moved away, my hand slipping out of the pants waistband. She looked back at me with that smirk and gave a wink, "I'm on." I watched her go to Nikki's defense and then looked back at the girl who had been watching me. She sat quietly, careful to avoid my eyes and I smiled, looking at my watch; we have some time. I moved over to her side and knelt down next to her and whispered, "Hello.,"

She looked over at me, feigning surprise and still blushing, "Umm, hi."

I leaned in close and whispered, "You were watching me, weren't you?"

She blushed and just nodded, shaking like a leaf.

I nuzzled her ear and whispered, "You think we should go talk about that?"

She licked her lips, nervous and unsure of herself, nodding again.

I put my hand on her shoulder gently and whispered, "Come on."

I'd brought her back to a stage closet and we'd made out for awhile. Slowly I'd gotten her to lay down when she'd told me she was a virgin; I told her not to worry, I just wanted to kiss her down below. With a little more pressure, I got her to lay back as I took off her panties and lifted up her skirt slowly, her chest heaving in excitement. Taking each ankle in hand, I kissed my way down her thighs to the soft downy patch of brown between and began to taste her. She was wet and delicious.

When my tongue touched her center she jolted like she'd been shocked. Her thighs tightened around my head as I began to work my belt loose; I might not fuck her but I sure as hell would get some release. I pushed down my pants to my ankles and eased her thighs apart. I moved up and kissed her deeply, pulling back and then whispered, "Let's help each other out." She nodded as I kicked off my jeans and crawled over her; placing a knee on either side of her head, she gave a shocked whimper when my engorged cock slapped against her nose gently. Looking down, I saw the uncertainty in her eyes; I'm in excess of ten inches and that look is common with most girls. I held back a chuckle as she reached up and took me in her hand nervously and without guidance, placed me to her lips.

She opened wide and I guided it into mouth, past her teeth and over her tongue. I let out a sigh and whispered, "That's good honey... no teeth though and just suck." She followed my commands as I just sat there a moment and enjoyed it. She sucked softly and I sighed again, slowly and gently rocking my hips forward. I lowered my head back down between her legs and spoke again, "I'm just going to rock back and forth. If you can't take all of it, squeeze my leg." As my tongue delved into her pink slit, I heard her moan and felt the suction around my cock tighten. I rocked slowly but steadily, building a rhythm and slowly gaining depth. I knew this was the first time she had sixty-nined and I also knew that she was trying to make an impression; I was finishing balls deep and she wouldn't say shit if she had a mouthful.

I continued to eat her out and felt the first tremors of her orgasm after four minutes. At five minutes she let out a moan and her legs clamped hard around my head, her ass tightening in my hands. I squeezed it tight and began to thrust steadily into her throat as I felt her jerk in surprise. Her orgasm still rolling over her, she squeezed my thigh but I leaned in, thrusting again. Weighing only a little over a hundred pounds, she tried pushing me up; I outweighed her by sixy pounds and continued the steady building rhythm. I felt her squeeze my thigh again and I went for broke; one, two, three thrusts and I sat up, pushing her legs down and apart to hold her down.

I cried out and came hard down her throat, causing her to choke in surprise. I pulled back for a second and felt her inhale with a gasp, her body untensing as she drew in air and just as quick, I drove down her throat again, giving her a second burst of cum. I eased out so just the head of my cock was in her mouth and chuckled, "Damn honey... your sure your a virgin?"

"I made the team! I ALWAYS make the FUCKING team! You can't kick us out!" She was crying, jabbing her finger in Nikki's face. Nikki looked resolute but I could see the nervousness underneath. Nikki put her hands up defensively as Simone stepped in, "And your still on the team Jenna, you've just been moved to second string."

"Fuck. You," Jenna snapped, her finger changing targets, "My parents have invested thousands of dollars to this team! They've hosted fundraisers, paid for uniforms -." Nikki cut her off gently, ."..and we know that Jenna but this squad needs to move in another direction..."

"Which direction is that," asked a tall black girl named Letisha; she would stay on the team and often was the outsider in the old one. Nikki smiled, "I've got something to show you guys... your going to love it." Nikki nodded to the boy behind the projector, who then gave a wave to the boy on the lights. As the projector spun to life, a team of cheerleaders appeared on the screen and Nikki smiled as their band kicked in...

The girls name was Amy; a brunette with low self asteem and a need to prove herself. When we'd gotten dressed again, I got her to blow me and jerk me off with her tits, which were fairly large for a girl not out of high school. I made arrangements for her to come by my place later and then she left, with me following a few minutes later. I moved through the back stage area and out to the edge of the stage as Nikki's presentation ended.

"Well, I for one think they looked like sluts," Jenna added quietly but she knew the truth; the girls on the screen were good. They moved like they were on a dance floor, more like women then little girls. Amber, another keeper for the squad with thick and dark auburn hair spoke up, "No... they looked good... but it seems like your suggesting we change everything and we don't even have the money for new uniforms-." Jenna sensed the change in her fellow cheerleaders and shrugged, "Don't look at me... I'm second string now."

Nikki glared at Jenna, "That's not a problem Jenna. We have new uniforms paid for by the new school band." Simone opened a box on the side of the stage and started tossing small vinyl bags to each member as she called out their names. "Also, Ms. Simone who will be our new coordinator, answerable to Ms. Davidson, the head coordinator..." Ms. Davidson was slightly over weight and tired of the extra work involved with the cheerleaders, along with being bisexual, which Simone had been using to her benefit. Simone had played with bringing me into the game but so far I had resisted... so far.

Nikki continued, cautiously now, .".. and last but not least is our new talent and our band." The eight girls selected walked out onto the stage, doing their best to avoid revealing their nervousness. Their new uniforms, in red and black, sparkled under the stage lights and revealed areas of skin previously hidden by their old fashion uniforms; a tight and high cut skirt just barely twelve inches in length, a sleeveless crop top disguised in the loosest sense by two one inch pieces of material running down the center of the back and the other down the center of the abdomen. Add to this the almost knee high boots and the girls looked positively... well, dangerous.

"Holy shiiiit," said Letisha, with a nervous laugh, "I'm sold. My moms going to snap but there ain't shit she can do about a uniform." Amber blushed and looked at the enveloped uniform she held in her hands with a grin, "I don't even know what... to say. It looks good don't get me wrong... but are you sure this is... legal? I mean, does this even meet standards?" Nikki made a face I would later on in life equate to a look of dominance she often used; she told me she felt powerful at that moment. The girls were hers now, "Barely but yes they do. You have the boys in the band to thank for your new look," she pointed to the guys in the seats of the auditorium seating who all grinned and gave a wave or nod.

"I'm not wearing this shit," said Jenna, dropping it at her feet. "I'm not dressing up like a whore for these assholes," she said motioning to my friends who again grinned, waving and nodding.

Nikki walked up to Jenna, bent down and picked up the uniform. When she rose up, she met Jenna's glare with her own and stepped in closer, causing the girl to take a quarter step back. Nikki stood silently as did everyone in attendence, drawing all eyes to the confrontation with the baiting silence.

Nikki's voice was low in tone and volume which made everyone listen carefully as she spoke, "You won't wear the uniform?"

Jenna crossed her arms, unfamiliar and a bit uncomfortable with Nikki's demeanor, "not a chance."

Nikki held her tone as she continued, never blinking or changing it, "Then kindly get the fuck out of here you skank."

"Oh shit," Letisha was the only one to even whisper as Jenna stood blinking, her mouth agape at Nikki's words; Nikki never spoke like that EVER and these girls rarely talked like that to anyone unless it was to tear them down.

"YOU," Jenna belted out loudly in shock and rage, "YOU don't fucking call me-," started the brunette before Nikki's next words cut her off dead.

"Tell me again how did Mr. Spangleo taste Jenna?"

The room froze at the mention of the new young Spanish teacher; rumor had flown around that a student had managed to fuck the twenty something late one day after school but the student was always anonymous and therefore it was just a rumor.

Until now.

Jenna's face turned white and she reached out, grabbing Nikki's arm, "Shut UP!" Nikki looked down at Jenna's hand before her eyes rolled back up to Jenna's face, "I suggest we end this before it gets any worse for you." Jenna let her go like she was on fire and started to talk again when Nikki cut her off, "I think your done here for now Jenna. I would suggest you think long and hard about how any action by you or your parents would affect your standing with this squad, your school or a future college."

In full control now and loving it, Nikki's hip cocked, her hand on said hip as she continued glaring at Jenna who slowly backed away, "My suggestion is you go home and run everything through your little head again. The door is still here but you'll need to apologize to the band and then to us as a group. This squad isn't a clique anymore and it's going to need teamwork and dedication to get us to the next level."

Nikki turned, dismissing the girl and over her shoulder with, "I'm sure you have some Spanish homework to work on." Nikki strutted off and began rattling off a list of meeting times and new rules as Jenna ran off and out of the auditorium. Nikki's eyes cut over to me during a break in the conversation and I yelled, "Marry me," to which she grinned, blushed and cut back to her squad mates.

""Marry me,"" chided Simone with a grin as she walked up beside me and I shook my head, "I think I'm in love..."

A knock at my door surprised me and I was even more surprised to see Jenna standing there when I opened it. "Hey," I said questioningly, leaning against the door frame. She looked like she'd been crying and now shifted from foot to foot in her Jean shorts and sports bra, "Can we talk?" 

"Are you going to call me an asshole," I asked and she shook her head, annoyed, "No, of course not." I shifted to the otherside of the door frame and looked at her unsure, "Are you going to shit all over me tomorrow to your friends?"

She sniffled and gritted her teeth, "No... I promise."

I tapped her hand and her eyes met mine, "I technically have a firm rule of not admitting angry, sad or crying girls into my place... but your cute enough for an exception..."

Flattery to a young girl is like catnip and she sniffled again, stifled tearing up and raised her chin slightly, "Thanks. I just wanted-."

"Come on in," I said, cutting her off, "Lets talk inside." She smiled nervously and slipped past me into the hall. I joined her as my lizard brain started to find a way into this girl...

I showed her around my apartment; totally truthful, this wasn't my place... it was just the back of Strokers, the bar/music venue we played at. Apparently, the rear of the building had been opened originally but now it was shut off and the lady who owned it let me use it for practice, crashing out and the occasional unsupervised party. My rent was paid in sex with her, which wasn't a payment I didn't mind paying out... while twenty years older than me, she kept her body tight and the sex was educational to say the least.

After the tour, I made her a snack and gave her a beer. We sat down in the loft and we talked about ourselves until the awkward silence came; that moment when a young girl realizes she's alone with a boy who's cute, has just opened up to her and she him and their sitting against the headboard of his bed.

She kissed me first.

It accelerated from there, her top coming off followed by shorts and pink panties. My jeans dropped next followed by my boxers; she proceeded to blow me as I pulled down the comforter and pulled out a condom. I entered her from behind at first and she cried out in surprise, "God... that's too... big!" Taking her ass in my hands, I set the rhythm and she took it. I rode her steadily and she orgasmed twice quickly, screaming out loud with the last. I laid her down on her back and hooked her legs behind her knees, opening her wide to me.

"Owww... I don't like this position that much," she offered quietly as I nudged her entrance. "No way," I said as I lined myself up, "I love it." I pushed myself in deep and she bit her lip and whimpered. I leaned up, kneeling as I pushed her ankles above her head and towards the headboard, folding her in half and filling her. "Owww," she whimpered, a clear suggesting indicator for me to take it easy; I didn't. Her knees against her chest, I held her locked in place and began to jack hammer her as fast as I could. "Gently," she groaned but I kept my pace and whispered, "I'm almost there baby... just a few more seconds..."

It was minutes. I continued to pound her hard and fast until her head was rapping off the headboard repeatedly and she kept stifling "Oww's." As I got close, I slid her ankles over my shoulders, wrapped my arms around her thighs in a bear hug and began slamming into her brutally. Her groan became a rising cry of pain until it reached a crescendo at which point I came, falling forward and folding her in half again. I slammed my tongue down her throat and felt myself bang against her cervix as she squirmed under me. I rolled off of her with a sigh and flopped down, exhausted.

"That hurt," she chided, out of breath and I nodded, "Yeah, sorry about that... girls say I'm pretty big." She sat up, palming her sex, "I meant you were rough! What was that at the end?"

I sat up and held her shoulder gently, "I'm sorry... you just got me going. You did finish twice and that was my first..." She softened and took my hand, "That's OK... you just need to be gentle. Your so big...," I took her hand and put it down on my still engorged cock and she laughed, "Honey, I'm sore down there still..." I cupped her chin and ran my thumb over her lips, gently pushing in between, "We don't need to go there right now..."

She blew me... pretty darn well to.

She left just before Amy showed up, with an apology for her attitude at the meeting and a promise to keep tonight's activities quiet with a possible return in the future. Whatever... I just liked punishing her for being a bitch and if she came back, I'd beat her head off the headboard again and try to go back door with her as well.

Amy arrived at five and I gave her a tour, including the bar and stage, which impressed her. We made our way back to the apartment, I played a few songs for her on my freshly made bed and then we made out again. Amy is a treasure... she was eager to please, a shapely girl who, most likely after graduation will get pregnant, squeeze out two or three pups and add eighty pounds to her ass.




EPOCH: The Story of Rockstars Ch. 05



Right now though... she's laying back, she looks a little scared, excited, naked and willing. I take her ankles in my hands and kiss them gently; she cooes as I drop my kissed to her calves and ask her the most important question she's ever had to answer up until now, "Do you want me to be your first?" She bites her lower lip and nods, scared yet exhilarated; I lower her legs slowly, reaching for her sex. She gasps as my fingertips softly graze her labia and feel that she's ready... she's soaked. I smile down at her and say, "You feel ready...," she blushes and reaches up for me to pull me down. I go with her but as I do so, I guide myself in and push, causing her to cry out as I take her virginity in one fast, deep stroke.

I wipe away her tears with my thumb and hold her until she asks me to keep going. "It gets better," I whisper and she nods, closing her eyes and relaxing in my arms. I find a rhythm and though unfamiliar with it, Amy matched it and we slowly worked towards a finish. When she finally reached her end, she clawed my back viciously, her nails raking long red welts into my skin.

At about nine that evening, I dropped her at her place and she kissed me goodnight. We made arrangements for the weekend and then I took off. When I got home I found a message on my machine from Nikki.

"Hey... I just wanted to thank you for your support today... it was hard to make the changes but we got it done with only the Jenna meltdown, so I count it a victory... I was really hoping to catch you... maybe come over... I guess it's better I didn't... you know... I... God! Alright, I'm starting to blabber on. I'll talk to you tomorrow and thanks!"

Shit... I took my eyes off the ball. That won't happen again; I will have Nicole before Christmas break...



EPOCH: The Story of Rockstars



I hug her knees against me and like so many times, find my way into her and she is ready... wet, warm and tight. She murmurs a near silent prayer as I fill her and feel her whole body shudder under me, trying to accommodate me. I pull out slowly, our eyes locked and when I push into her again, she groans a throaty sound of pleasure, her body shuddering beneath me again.

I find the rhythm she likes after awhile and she runs those long nails down my back to show me, whimpering as I hit that spot. I reach under her and cup her small butt in both hands pulling her up so we're facing each other, she seated on me. "I want to watch you," I whisper, my hands running up and down her back and she nods, seeking the rhythm again.

She finds it and rides me steadily in silence, the two of us locked in in a passionate kiss. I feel a hand on my back and I find Melody rising to her knees next to us. "Room for another," she whispers and Nikki and I chuckle when she gives us that lopsided grin. I encircled Melody's slender waist and pulled her against us as Nikki again seeks her rhythm. Melody's lips meet mine and then dropped to my jawline and around to my ear as I cupped her full, round ass in one hand.

"We love you...," she whispers as she runs her hand across my chest.

Nikki undulated on me, intent on reaching her peak as she silently works towards it.

"First her and then me...," Melody whispers, rising up and offering me her breast, which I kiss and suckle from gently.

Melody coo's as I tease and lick her nipple and Nikki cries out, speeding up as she feels it build way down low inside her.

Melody turns to Nikki and pulls back her head gently, their lips meeting in a deep kiss and I groan at the absolute sexuality of this moment in my life.

Melody breaks the kiss and lets her head lolly back, enjoying what is happening and what is to come and I pull her closer to me, wanting us to all feel what this shapely little blond feels.

"OHHH... FUCK... BABY," Nikki lets out a low groan and I feel her tighten around my thickness, shuddering hard, her legs tightening to my side. She shakes again and I feel the nails run down my back as she settles down hard on me, driving my full length into her.

She shakes for awhile, her breath coming ragged and Melody chuckles, nipping at her ear lovingly. My wife kisses my chest and then gives me a deep kiss before falling back lazily, looking up at us with affection. "Come on stud," says Melody in her high tone, pulling me down on to my back next to Nikki. Melody straddles me quickly, tugging her T-shirt over her head and rises up, lining me up with her center. 

She runs her finger down my chest lovingly as she lowers herself down, sighing at my familiar shape inside her. "I love you inside me," she says in a lusty tone, rocking back and forth on me; I reach up and cup a heavy breast, flicking her nipple and watching her reaction. She gives a throaty chuckle and bites her bottom lip, grinding down onto me, pushing her beautiful full rack together before me. "Tell me you love me," she murmurs, watching my eyes.

"I love you," I say and look over at Nikki who slowly is drifting off, "I love you both so much." Nikki smiles that warm smile and blows me a tired kiss as she cuddles up, nude.

I reach up, cupping Melody's firm, round ass and give it a squeeze, which causes her to sigh and lean forward, speeding up and deepening her grind. She closes her eyes and concentrates on the depth of the ride, murmuring quietly to herself as she reaches for her sexual golden ring. I clench a firm ass cheek tight and palm her heavy breast, flicking the nipple again and she whimpered, her tone rising as does the rhythm. She settles down over me and relaxes into the ride, feeling that build up she was seeking.

I look over and find Nikki asleep, a smile on her face as Melody continues to ride me deep and hard, her whimpers drawing me back to her. I reach up and run my hands down her chest, over her tummy and place my thumb over her engorged clit, causing her to gasp at my touch; she's so sensitive there. 

I start a gentle rotation and she shudders over me, groaning in defiance to the feeling washing over her, so soon in the process. "No... fair," she murmurs, looking into my eyes, her face a mask of frustration, want and joy. I feel her vaginal walls tighten around me, milking my cock as she deepens her grind on me, her teeth clenched. As she focuses on the feeling, I hear her murmur whispering a mantra of sorts and I listen carefully as my own end builds.

I lean in close and hear her whisper quiet and low...

"comeoncomeon...ohyesohyes...almosttheresoclose...pleasebaby...".

It flows out of her over and over as it builds and I smile up at her, pulling her head down to me. I kiss her deeply and nuzzle her ear, whispering to her, "Cum for me. Cum on my cock and make me cum babygirl...".

She lets out a low cry at my words and braces herself against my chest with one hand, the other fist wrapped in the sheet as her back arches over me and her hips kick once, twice and three times; I feel her muscles tighten on my prick like a stranglehold and stay locked as my own balls tighten. I lift her suddenly, still shaking and drop her down onto my prick four more times as she cries out and I grunt low, emptying my love into her on the last stroke.

I hug her to me as she catches her breath and feel the last of my load splash into her tight center. She sighs, falling sideways to me and rubs her stomach softly.

"When you came...," she says with a confused grin, "... it's like I felt it in my womb, you were so deep." I pull her head to me and I kiss her deep as she cuddles up to me, tucking her head into the crook of my neck...

It's one in the morning and I'm drifting out now; I'll wake up to a cute little ass and a dancers body tomorrow.

Life is good...