7 comments/ 15121 views/ 4 favorites Starstruck By: sr71plt LeRoy was sitting on the porch, rocking and rubbing the head of that old hound dog of his, as Dinah walked up the stone path from the mailbox at the edge of the muddy road. She had walked slow up from the bus stop in the nearest town, at the mouth of a fold back into the Blue Ridge. The suitcase she was lugging, balanced on the other side by her guitar case, was heavy, but she wasn't walking slow because of that weight. She was weighed down by something more serious than that. She worried that LeRoy would know it as soon as he saw her—that, like his momma, he could see guilt from miles away—or maybe that he could smell it on her. She'd be in for quite a licking if he did. And that would probably be the least of her worries. LeRoy turned a wary eye on her as she approached. Chester, the hound dog, looked up, starting a woof as he did, but seeing that it was his master's woman—and no threat to him in the pecking order around here—he just yawned, lowered his muff to between his splayed legs again, and snorted off into sleep. "Did'ja bring back enough to leave somethin' after paying for the trip and makin' up for your absence?" LeRoy asked when Dinah had reached the bottom step of the rickety porch. "You know I tol' you this nonsense would stop if it didn't more than pay for itself." Dinah sighed, set the suitcase down on the hardscrabble that passed for a lawn at the fringe of the porch steps, placed the guitar case on top of that, and climbed the steps. She crossed over LeRoy's foot without him moving it and sank into the other rocker, with a second sigh. "Here. $500. Hope that's enough," she said as she scrounged around in her purse and came up with an envelope stuffed with fifty-dollar bills. LeRoy seemed ready to say something before she'd gotten the bills out of her purse, but he clamped his mouth shut as he closed his hand over the proffered money. The bills were still in Dinah's hand when he did that. LeRoy stood up from the rocker, still holding Dinah's hand in his grip. "Well, let's go into the house then. I want some." "Oh, LeRoy," Dinah answered, trying to keep the tired whine out of her voice. "It's afternoon yet. And I've just walked the five miles from town—after the long bus ride from Roanoke—and there's some chores needin' done, I'm sure." "You been gone five days, Dinah. What'ja expect I'd want when you got back? Git on in the house now." Chester raised his head and gave a little growl as Dinah walked past him into the house. Greenbacks didn't impress him much—nor did the woman's reappearance in his life. LeRoy had his pants and briefs off before Dinah had even gotten the buttons undone on her shirtdress, and he hiked her dress up around her hips as he pushed her back onto the bed and slapped her legs apart. Dinah could see that he was more than ready and she wasn't going to be given enough time. But mostly she was worried that he'd smell the other man on her. She'd gone back to her hotel room and spent close to an hour in the shower trying to scrub the man off her, but she was afraid her sin was written right across her forehead. "If you'll just give me . . . oh, gawd, LeRoy." "Fuck, you're dry," he complained. LeRoy pulled his cock back out of her, spit on his hand and rubbed that on his cock and gave it another go. "Oh, ohhhh." Dinah turned her head to the wall, as LeRoy grunted and groaned and started to pump her, increasing the friction as his cock slickened up inside her. Any minute now she expected him to stop and hold and snarl his usual, "You been with another man, haven't you?" But it never came. LeRoy was concentrating hard on getting his own pleasure out of her. And it not coming was kind of funny, since this is the first time her answer would have to be "yes." He hadn't even asked her what she'd won the $500 for. "LeRoy, baby," she murmured, warming to the churning of the cock inside her. "I done pretty good in Roanoke, honey. Won the talent contest and then . . ." She made the mistake of looking up into his face as he hunched over her. Other than having her cunt to work with, LeRoy wasn't there at all. He was concentrating on his rhythm and trying to get deeper inside her with each thrust. She covered her breasts with her hands and pinched her nipples, sighing as much from what she was doing to herself as from what LeRoy was doing between her legs. LeRoy was hardbodied and hard cocked and young and nice enough to look at. She'd concentrate on that. The man in Roanoke had been older and stubbier, but at least he'd given her some time and attention. He'd liked her tits right much. She didn't have to squeeze and work them herself when he was fucking her. It wasn't her first beauty pageant—she'd had to win a few to get this far—but it was sort of make-or-break time for her now. There hadn't been too many Miss Virginias older than she would be come November. The state pageant was held down in Roanoke, and it had been hell to pay to get LeRoy to let her go from out of their southwest Virginia hollow to compete. She was sure if the event had been held in Norfolk, he wouldn't have let her go, like he didn't let her go last year when it was in northern Virginia. Roanoke was farther away then he'd ever let her travel before. He was jealous that way, even though it usually seemed that he cared more for his hound than for her. But she'd shown him the list of prize money, and he'd begrudgingly told her she could try it, although it looked like a lot of foolishness to him. When she'd asked him if he was coming to cheer her on, he just gave her his "are you from outer space?" look and asked her if she didn't realize how important his job was down at the garage in town. When Dinah had won the talent contest with her singing and guitar playing, she realized for the first time that she had a shot at the finals. The top woman went straight to the nationals with the Miss Virginia title, and the next two would get to go on to Nashville for a regional Miss South contestant to also go to the national pageant. She reasoned later that this had probably been her downfall, what had led her into sin—the glimmer of a hope for getting further. She'd been in the ballroom of the Hotel Roanoke convention center, waiting along with all of the other girls for the construction workers and designers to stop fussing on stage so that they could practice their evening gown walk when she'd heard the page over the loudspeaker. "Miss Worthington . . . Miss Pulaski, to the reception desk, please." That was her, Dinah. Both of them were her. She was a Worthington. LeRoy was a Scragg, but, thankfully she was still a Worthington. But she also was Miss Pulaski. That was her title—the town she represented in the pageant. When she went to hotel reception, the man behind the desk held out a folded note to her. "Please meet me in the Starbucks three blocks to the north. Now," was what was written, but what was important was that it was signed, "One who can make a difference." As soon as she saw him sitting there, drinking his coffee inside the Starbucks, Dinah knew what this was about. It was the head judge of the pageant. Perhaps if this wasn't probably her last-chance year—and more perhaps if she hadn't won the talent contest and wasn't standing at least on the lower step of the finals podium already—and perhaps if her life wasn't just too, too dreary to not try to break out of, Dinah wouldn't have gone to the nearby motel with the man. But she did. He wasn't all that bad—in the dark. And once he'd gotten started, he actually was a lot better than LeRoy, who was the only one Dinah had to make a comparison with. He'd made her undress for him and practice her walk. He even gave her pointers on how to improve that. He told her she was a shoo-in to win and go on to the next level and that he could make that happen—for someone who made him happy. He'd stood and pulled her to him and kissed her on the lips, which she wasn't all that wild about, but then moved down to kissing her on the nipples, which she liked a lot—it was something LeRoy never bothered to give her. There were only two tense moments. Although Dinah had been genuinely apprehensive and was shy with him, she'd known as soon as she walked into the Starbucks what he wanted—and what she wanted and, backed into a corner, was willing to do for it. The first "off" moment came when he sat her down on the edge of the bed, unzipped himself, held a half-hard cock out, and made clear that she was supposed to play with it with her mouth. Dinah had never done this before, and she couldn't stomach doing it now—even though she knew what she'd come here for, and what she'd be giving up if she didn't. There was a little flash of anger in his eyes—which was repeated when she asked him if they could do it in the dark, but he'd obviously come there and risked what he had with her for more than a cocksucking bathed in bedside lamplight, so he switched off the lights and returned to stand below her and gently move her thighs apart. There was enough light coming around the edges of the badly tailored drapes at the motel room window for him to see her and for Dinah to know at least that there was a man between her legs. Then he hunched over her and kissed and licked down her body. When he was finished at her breasts, she was sighing and wishing LeRoy would do this. When his lips and tongue were working at the entrance below her triangle, she was wondering if LeRoy even knew what a clit was and had any idea how much more enjoyment he could get out of sex if he knew what to do with one. And when she was slick and open and the judge had entered her and was playing her like a violin with a cock that, not impressive in itself, at least had been able to find all of her pleasure spots, she—at least momentarily—forgot all about LeRoy. Only later did she feel the guilt, and her greatest sin was that she didn't feel the guilt until she had won the second runner-up spot. She was sure that he had promised her the crown. When she had managed to maneuver him to where only he could hear her whisper and had voiced her pique, he merely smiled and murmured that he'd only said she'd win—not what she'd win—and he went on to say that if she had really wanted the crown, she should have given him head with the lights on, like the new Miss Virginia had. Still, he said, she indeed was beautiful and a sweet fuck—and she sang "real purty." Months later she would feel fortunate that she hadn't won the crown—that she'd gone to Nashville rather than straight to Atlantic City. "Not tight enough," LeRoy was muttering. For a panicked moment, Dinah feared that the pageant judge had slackened her channel and that this was how LeRoy was going to discover her sin. But then she realized this was highly improbable. LeRoy was a lot thicker than the pageant official was. LeRoy was just wanting his fetish. She moaned. "No LeRoy, please. I just got home. It's afternoon. So much to . . ." "Turn over, darlin'. I missed you. Want to show you how much." Dinah let out a sob, as LeRoy grabbed her at the waist with both hands and turned her on her stomach on the edge of the bed while pulling out of her cunt with his now-slickened cock. She gave a cry and arched her back and scrabbled at his hands, managing to move them to her breasts, where he wouldn't really notice but where it would do her so much good . . . as he skewered her ass channel and slowly shoved his cock up inside her. Panting hard, Dinah looked toward the doorway at the sound of a noise. Chester was standing there, making little huffing sounds and looking at her with disgust. Even as she met LeRoy's primeval urges, she knew she was second best to his hound. And she knew that Chester didn't care any more than LeRoy did that she was now the second runner-up to Miss Virginia—or even that she'd come home with $500 for that matter. Not for the first time she wondered how she'd feel if LeRoy asked her to marry him—not that the thought had ever entered his mind, she was sure. But if he did, she knew her world would crumble into nothingness. Whatever she did from this point on in her life, she knew her life was going to have to get better. She'd see to that herself. She was the second runner-up to Miss Virginia. * * * * Only in Nashville could Dinah have had the revelation. As soon as she arrived there for the regional pageant, she realized she was badly out of her depth. There was beauty on all sides of her in the dressing rooms. Perfect beauty. Manufactured beauty. Sculpted and scraped-on beauty. Dinah's was a natural beauty. That no longer cut it in the realm of beauty pageants. What was interesting, intriguing, attracting in her was a flaw in the eyes of the system at this level. Reality assaulted her at every turn. She would have been crushed, would have wanted to open her veins and just melt away if . . . if she hadn't won the talent competition in Nashville just as she had in Roanoke. This meant she could go home to LeRoy with prize money in hand. He wouldn't care where it had come from, what part of the competition had provided it. He took her beauty as just his right—his right as the biggest-cocked stud in the Pulaski region—his right to claim the county rose and to pound her with his cock until she was wan and flaccid from too many pregnancies and calloused and worn out from hardscrabble life. That she had a clear-toned mournful soprano voice that could loosen hearts and moisten tear ducts and that was matched with a sure stroke of the guitar strings meant nothing to him. He didn't even realize it. As far as Dinah knew, LeRoy had never stayed around to hear her sing. All he knew or wanted of her was knowing that by having her, no other man in Pulaski could. To him, she was just the top-prize cunt and ass, and he was the master of those. Being in Nashville, home of country music, and winning the beauty pageant talent contest with her country music songs provided groundwork for the revelation. Billy Ray Furness provided the rest. Billy Ray was the darling of the regional pageant. He was about the biggest talent producer in Nashville, and the pageant bowed and scraped to him because he was providing the nationally acclaimed country music legends of song as the glue that would hold the regionally televised final night ceremonies of the pageant together. Where he walked in the halls of the events pavilion, people genuflected. Whatever he wanted, he got. The evening of the final judging of talent, he got all starry-eyed at Dinah's performance. He made no bones about talking it up in the hearing of the judges and Dinah alike. He said she could be a recording star—that he could make her a star and that wouldn't it be wonderful publicity for the pageant to have the story of a star born on their stage floating around in the national entertainment media? The selection of Dinah as the winner of that portion of the competition was universal, almost by acclaim. And the applause for her impromptu encore was even more thundering than for her winning performance. The pageant officials were delighted to provide Billy Ray a very private dressing room backstage when he told them he'd have a proposition to put to Dinah that would launch a major career. The pageant officials were giddy with joy not only on Dinah's behalf but also on behalf of their publicity department. The proposition Billy Ray had to give to Dinah, amid declarations of what a star she would be and how closely they could work together as country singer and mentor business manager, was a hard, thick, six-inch cock churning deep inside her cunt. This as she lay back in the corner of the dressing room couch, hips rolling, legs straddling Billy Ray's waist, giving little yip yip sounds in response to his teething of her nipples and sucking on her lower lip, and thinking only of the career that had opened up to her by coming to Nashville rather than Atlantic City—built not on fleeting physical beauty but on her talent as a country singer. No matter what else didn't happen in Nashville, that revelation stuck. She was a star-quality singer. The next morning, Dinah couldn't find Billy Ray anywhere, nor could anyone she talked to tell her how she could contact him. And he didn't contact her either. The city of Nashville had swallowed him up. The closest she got to tracking him down was the vague suggestion that he had left that morning for Los Angeles. Dinah might have returned to the hollow in the folds of the Blue Ridge in despair if it had not been for the revelation. She need not try to make the most of fleeting beauty. Her voice would far outlast that. She was a country singer. Billy Ray had had his little fun, but the applause in that large auditorium was real. And it had made love to her in ways and to depths no man had. When she arrived at the mailbox on the verge of the muddy road in a taxi, LeRoy just stood up from his rocker and waited for her to climb the front porch stairs. Chester gave her the usual woof of derision, and LeRoy closed his hand over the one Dinah proffered her contest win prize money in and led her into the farmhouse, wrapped his arm around her belly and drew her to him as he rucked up her skirting and tore away her panties—and, thrusting an impatient cock in her ass, made up for a week of poontang denial. * * * * Unsurprisingly, LeRoy hadn't asked what Dinah had won to be bringing home a good chunk of money—or why she'd driven up in a taxi rather than walking home from the bus station—and, most interesting of all, why she said she had another beauty pageant to go to in Richmond that might last two weeks. She brought money home; and as long as she did that and then bent over and spread her legs for him when she came back, that was enough for LeRoy. He had enough to worry about down at the garage. He didn't have time to check on whether there was a beauty pageant on in Richmond—couldn't use the Internet even if he had the curiosity. LeRoy was so taken with trying to figure out what was going amiss with the transmission on the mayor's Cadillac that he didn't even notice that when Dinah left for Richmond, she packed three bags, rather than the one—enough to hold all of her clothes and her momma's silver—and left in a taxi. Chester noticed, though. He stood on the porch and wagged his tail while Dinah hauled the bags and guitar case out to the taxi in two loads—right under LeRoy's nose. If it could be said a dog smiled, Chester was smiling. Dinah always did say that Chester had more brains than LeRoy did. She had made all of the arrangements in Richmond beforehand. A recording studio and an experienced sound technician. The sound technician was a nice young guy named Mike. He had a great smile, and his body was just fine too—Dinah could tell he worked out a lot. He was ultrapolite, yes ma'ming her left and right and being real attentive to all of her requests as she sat there, in the recording booth, for hours, and sang her haunting laments, all her own creations—all the flowing forth of short, but hard, years of trials and tribulations. At one point Dinah looked into the sound booth through the separating glass wall and saw that Mike was crying as his hands danced on the controls, trying to make sure he caught every note and kept up with the dynamics of the sound to preserve it at its best. After they were done, Dinah just sat there, exhausted, in the silence. No applause, no nothing. She stood up from the stool and walked into the sound booth. Mike was just sitting there, looking down at his controls. "Well?" she asked, not sure she wanted to hear his reaction. He looked up, and quietly said, "Wow. Just wow." Dinah wondered what he meant, though. He was looking vaguely at the level of her tits. But if he thought he was going to get anything, he was sadly mistaken. She'd paid him in cash for his time. She was a little irritated. Is that what they all are thinking of, she wondered. He had seemed to be a nice guy. Starstruck Contest entry: VIP By K_Finn64, 7/26/12 (This is a work of fiction. The usual disclaimers apply) ---*--- I gripped the seat with excitement as the driver turned off of Thomas and into the crowded parking lot of the Veterans Memorial Coliseum in downtown Phoenix Arizona. It was a warm August night in 1982, and the spotlights from the arena caught the flinty dust in the air, creating a sparkling light show above the gravel parking lot as the sleek white limousine headed up to the main entrance. I glanced at Andrea, who was sitting beside me grinning madly. We squealed in unison and squeezed each other's hands as the limousine glided across the parking lot, drawing stares from the concertgoers who were slowly making their way to the venue doors. As the limo pulled up to the main entrance I could see the main marquee which read "Jay Miles Band", with "The Pranksters" in smaller type beneath the headliners. Everyone knew the Jay Miles Band, whose single "Billboard Queen" was ruling the airwaves, but Andrea and I were much more interested in the opening act. The Pranksters were a local group, a teen sensation with a loyal following in Arizona. They had started out in the local punk rock scene, but their sound had matured and they now had a very wide appeal. I had been a fan since I first saw them perform at the state fair last fall; I had followed the band when I could, seeing them perform at gigs in local high schools, lodge clubs and independent music venues in the Phoenix area. I last saw them perform at the old Mormon Church on 3rd Street in May, just before the band headed off for a tour of Southern California. I had heard on the radio that they had got signed by a major label at the end of their West Coast campaign, and immediately departed on a nationwide tour through July and August as the opening act for the Jay Miles Band. The Pranksters were now making their triumphant return to Arizona, playing at the Veterans Memorial Coliseum -- the biggest indoor concert venue in the state with seating for over 14,000 fans. And we were there as VIP guests! "I can't believe it's actually happening! Oh my God, we're actually going to meet them!" I said breathlessly. "Jeff Carr!" Andrea grinned. "Mark de Valle!" I said, a dreamy look coming over my face. "Shane Ware!" Andrea chimed. "Backstage Passes! I squealed. "I'll give Jeff a backstage pass any time Susie!" Andrea said as she arched her eyebrow, causing the two of us to fall into a fit of giggling. Andrea has been my best friend since grade school; a year older than me, she was about to start her senior year in high school and looked after me as if I were her little sister. When I won the radio contest for two backstage passes to the show there was never any question who I was taking with me. It promised to be a stylish evening for us: a limousine, a private meet and greet with the bands, gift bags filled with autographed items, photos and of course the chance to watch the show from backstage. I had never been behind the scenes during a concert and was buzzing with excitement. Andrea, on the other hand, had been backstage at several shows and knew the drill. "It is absolutely vital that we get invited to the after party." Andrea said with a smile. "That's where the real action takes place. We will never get a better chance to score with them." She continued. "They just got signed 2 months ago, so the full weight of stardom hasn't yet hit them. They probably have not attracted the attention of the big time groupies and might be up for meeting some nice local girls!" I had a total crush on Mark de Valle, the lead singer and songwriter of the band. Almost every square inch of my room was covered with posters, pictures and newspaper clippings featuring his piercing eyes and dark wavy hair. Andrea knew about my obsession, and tried to warn me about setting my sights too high. She pointed out that Mark was rumored to be seeing the band's bass player, Kathy O'Connor. Shane, the drummer, and Jeff, the rhythm guitarist, would be easier pickings she argued. Andrea made good sense, but I refuse to be dissuaded; this chance would never come again. And besides, I had read every press clipping and interview about the band over the last 3 months, and there was no mention of Mark and Kathy dating. Perhaps the stress of touring had broken them up? ---*--- The limo glided to a stop, and the driver quickly got out to open the door for us. After thanking the driver we were introduced to Jill, a nice young PR intern who worked for the radio station. We followed her to the Coliseum main entrance and headed for the security gate where we were to pick up our backstage passes. Andrea and I were familiar with the Coliseum, having seen Journey, Van Halen and more recently Rush perform here. The hubbub of the crowd was magnified by the concrete walls and pillars that surrounded us, giving the whole environment a surreal quality. I was so excited I thought that was going to burst! Jill said we were early, so we headed to the ladies room for a last minute primping before meeting our idols. I was determined to catch Mark's eye, so I dressed in my best rocker chick outfit; fashionably torn jeans, black boots, black belt studded with nickel spikes, and my oldest and most beloved Pranksters concert shirt -- proof that I was an authentic fan. As I stood before the bathroom mirror I appraised myself critically; at 5'2" I was hardly statuesque, but I had a nice figure, well shaped C--cup breasts, a pretty face and thick auburn hair that came down just past my shoulders. I was sure Mark had seen me at some of his other shows, and desperately hoped he would remember. Andrea looked great, as usual. Three inches taller than me, she had a willowy figure with gorgeous long legs and curly dark hair that fell to the middle of her back. We both applied a last touch of cosmetics before giving each other a hug and heading back out to the concourse. Returning to the security checkpoint we waited nervously as the stony-faced guards check their list and make calls into their radios. Before long a large man sporting an enormous mustache appeared behind the checkpoint, walking briskly and smiling warmly at us. Dressed in a leather biker jacket, jeans and black boots. I thought he was a roadie, but as soon as he spoke we knew exactly who he was. "You must be Susie and Andrea!" He boomed in a deep voice that we had heard a thousand times over the radio. It was Danny McDoon, KZKB's most famous disc jockey. After quickly posing with us for a couple of photos, Danny produced two laminate cards from his pocket and handed them to us. He then asked us to follow him as he set a brisk pace through the concourse headed toward backstage. "So are you big fans of the Jay Miles Band?" Danny asked, as he led us down the concourse. "Actually we're more interested in meeting with the Pranksters." Andrea said, as we struggled to keep up with his brisk stride. Danny stopped in his tracks then turned on his heel, facing us. I stopped suddenly, afraid Andrea had insulted the DJ, but I was relieved to see a big grin crossing his face. "Are you serious? You want to see the opening act instead of the headliners?" He asked. "Oh yes, very sure." I said, following Andrea's lead. "We're big fans!" "That's the best news I've heard all night!" Danny beamed, "Just between you and I," He said lowering his voice, "The Jay Miles Band are bunch of ass holes! I'm so glad I won't have to deal with them! I'll see to it you get extra time with the Pranksters." He said as he led us down a nearby hallway. "I've known them since they started out, and they are good friends of mine." "Really? That's so cool!" Andrea said. "Yeah, I help them get some of their first gigs. I like to support local bands, especially when they have as much potential as they do. They call me their Obi-wan Kenobi!" Danny chuckled, a paternal smile crossing his face. "This way!" He said as he headed towards a side corridor, then down a stairwell into the bowels of the Coliseum. After a few twists and turns we came to the Pranksters green room, which was crowded with guests, friends and family of the band. Danny guided us to a corner out of the way of the hustle and bustle as he conferred with various people about the change in plan. My heart jumped into my throat; Mark de Valle was there, right across the room! He was speaking to a rather scrawny man with a big nose and long dark hair gathered into an unkempt ponytail. The strange man was wearing an ill-fitting beige jacket and what looked like golf slacks, but there was something very familiar about him. Then it suddenly hit me! "Oh my God!" I whispered to Andrea as I grabbed her arm. "Is that who I think it is?" "Holy shit - It is!" Andrea whispered back, a note of reverence in her voice. "Wow, he looks a lot different without the make up." I noted. "Or the snake." Andrea added. "Ladies and gentlemen!" Danny's deep voice boomed out, jolting us from our reverie. "I would like to introduce you all to Susie and Andrea, the winners of the KZKB backstage pass contests! By their own request they have asked to meet the Pranksters rather than the headliners." Danny said with obvious satisfaction. "So let's make them feel welcome!" There was a scattering of applause and a few cheers from the crowd as all eyes in the room suddenly turned to us as we grinned nervously and waved. I swallowed hard, fighting off a dizzy sensation as Shane and Jeff rose from their seats by the buffet and came over to meet with us. Both boys were tall and lanky, over 6 feet tall at least. Shane had long straight blonde hair that partially hid his face, although his piercing blue eyes could easily be seen. He was dressed in worn jeans and a dark blue muscle shirt, which showed, off his toned arms. Jeff had dark hair cut short and spiky, and steel gray eyes. Slightly shorter than Shane, he was more muscular and had the reputation as the "bad boy" of the band. He was wearing black leather boots, worn jeans and a black Ramones T-shirt. Andrea began flirting with him shamelessly, pulling out all the stops as she batted her eyelashes, twirled a lock of her raven hair in her finger and pulled her shoulders back to accentuate her breasts. As I was exchanging introductions with Jeff and Shane, Mark said goodbye to his guest and walked over to join his band mates. My heart was in my throat as he gallantly kissed my hand in greeting and fixed me with his beautiful hazel eyes. Tall and lean, he looked every inch the young rock star; leather boots, tight leather pants and a stylish gold shirt. His thick wavy hair came down to just above his collar, reminding me of a young Jim Morrison. "Wow, thanks so much for coming to see us!" Mark said, smiling. "This is a real ego boost -- just what we need right before a big show!" "Uh, Thanks! I mean... you're welcome!" I babbled nervously. "Wait a minute, you look familiar." Mark said thoughtfully, stroking his chin. "Were you at the gig in the old Mormon church on 3rd Street?" "Yes! I was right up by the stage!" I said excitedly, thrilled that he had remembered me. "I remember! I kept looking over to see if you were okay." He said laughing. "I thought you were going to get crushed by the stage divers." Time seems to stop as he smiled at me, but soon I was brought back to reality as Danny started to organize us for our photo shoot with the band members. The photographer was busy giving us directions as Andrea and I posed with the boys, when suddenly the last member of the Pranksters, Kathy the bass player, stormed into the lounge from the ladies dressing room. At 5'4", she was a full head shorter than all of her band mates, but what she lacked in stature she more than made up for with presence. Dressed in tall black high-heeled leather boots, a tight black miniskirt and a green Rush concert shirt she looked the part of a rock and roller, but what really commanded attention was her curly flame red hair which hung down to the middle of her back and her sparkling green eyes, which right now were flashing with anger. "Where are my fucking Q-tips!?" Kathy demanded, her eyes narrowing on Shane and Jeff. The two boys muttered unintelligibly and studied their shoes with guilty expressions. "God damn it!" Kathy growled, "Man up and buy your own fucking cosmetics!" Kathy grabbed the carton of Q-tips from the counter and stormed back into her dressing room. The band's manager gave us a sheepish grin before following Kathy into her room, only to emerge seconds later with a chagrined expression, seemingly propelled by a barrage of expletives. Mark excused himself and disappeared into Kathy's dressing room as Shane and Jeff exchanged embarrassed looks before turning back to us. "8 weeks on a tour bus with her..." Jeff whispered, rolling his eyes. "You have no idea." "She's really not that bad most of the time." Shane said, trying to be the diplomat. As we returned to the photo shoot, I kept one eye on Kathy's dressing room door. Eventually Kathy and Mark emerged, and through the crowd I saw them embrace before coming back into the lounge. Wearing a forced smile, Kathy came over and joined the others, introduced herself and posed for photos with us. After a final shoot with the whole band, we were ushered towards the stage, as the Pranksters got ready to perform. The handlers showed us to the area off of stage right were we would be watching the show, and we were given earplugs because of the close proximity to the huge stacks of speakers. Andrea and I watched the hustle and bustle backstage with growing excitement, as everything was made ready. Finally, the house lights dimmed and Danny McDoon took the stage to a wave of applause to introduce the Pranksters and the show got underway. It was indescribably awesome to watch a rock concert from backstage; I could hardly believe it was actually happening! The opening set seemed to go by in a blur of excitement and before we knew it the Pranksters finished their last song to thundering applause. We all headed back into the green room with them as the roadies sprang into action, preparing the stage for the main event. The band was clearly psyched by the audience reaction, as they were cheering and exchanging high fives in the green room. "Are you sure you don't want to stay and watch the Jay Miles band?" Jeff asked us, as he wiped his face with a towel. "Oh no, I hear those guys are ass holes." Andrea said, arching her eyebrow meaningfully. "I ain't saying nothing, but I ain't disagreeing" Jeff said with a grin as he put an arm around Andrea's shoulder. "Hey, how would you like to come to our after party?" Jeff asked Andrea. "You and your friend of course. We're heading to our hotel over on Grand Avenue. It'll be rocking." "Why thank you Jeff!" Andrea answered sweetly, "It should be an awesome party as it's your homecoming." "Damn right it is!" Jeff said with a grin. "Hey, we're going to go down and meet the fans and sign autographs for about 20 minutes," he continued, "I'll have a roadie take you to our tour bus out back where you can wait." As Jeff and the other members of the band headed upstairs to greet their fans, Andrea turned to me with a satisfied expression on her face. "We're in!" She said. ---*--- Thirty minutes later the Pranksters crowded tour bus pulled into the Conestoga Motor Lodge on Grand Avenue. It was an old-fashioned sort of affair -- two stories, open walkways with the three wings of the hotel forming an open box around a central courtyard with a gated pool area. As the band members went to their respective rooms to freshen up, Andrea and I made our way to the pool area where the party looked to be starting and grabbed a table. Several fans and road crew were milling around while others set up a keg and a couple of ice chests full of beer and wine coolers. More guests arrived soon, and as the band members came back from their hotel rooms the party got underway in earnest. Andrea's charms seem to be working on Jeff; he was the first back to the party, and made a beeline for us with an armload of beer. As Jeff regaled us with tales from the road, I could see Shane sitting at a nearby table chatting with two pretty young blondes. I could see no sign of Mark, so I sat with Andrea and listened to Jeff's stories, glancing around from time to time. I had about given up waiting for Mark to come by our table and was preparing to make my excuses to Andrea and go look for him, when suddenly I felt two strong hands on my shoulders giving me a relaxing squeeze. I glanced up and saw Mark smiling down at me. "Susie, there you are!" Mark said with a grin. Mark said hello to Andrea as well, before pulling up a chair next to me and offering me a fresh wine cooler. He asked us how we liked the show and how we were enjoying the party, then engaged us in pleasant conversation. I was completely star-struck at first, but Mark was incredibly cool and treated me as if we were old friends, calming my frayed nerves. Before long we were having a very relaxed and even flirtatious conversation as Andrea turned her attention back toward Jeff. I was having the time of my life, but as they say all good things must come to an end. Bernie, the band's manager, spotted Mark through the crowd and hurried over. Excusing himself for interrupting our conversation, he reminded Mark said it was time for him to put in an appearance at the Jay Miles Band's after party, since tonight had been their last gig together. Mark rolled his eyes and apologized to me for having to leave, but business was business. He leaned in and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek, saying that he would try to get back later before departing with the manager. I stood to watch him leave, feeling heartbroken; things had been going so well! As he neared the gate to the pool area, he met Kathy. Not wanting to be seen staring at them, I used an old trick Andrea had taught me. Removing my compact from my purse I pretended to be touching up my lipstick while watching them in the mirror. They talked for a moment, then Mark pointed straight at me, causing my heart to jump. Kathy leaned close to Mark and whispered something in his ear. Whatever she said made him smile. She then gave him a grin, and nodded her head before looking back in my direction. They both then turned and headed to the parking lot where a waiting limousine took them off into the night. My heart broke a little; maybe they were still together after all. ---*--- An hour later I was sitting at my table alone, watching the parking lot in vain for signs of Marks return. The pool area where the after party had been was empty apart from soda cans, beer bottles and a couple of roadies trying to get lucky with some chain--smoking groupies. I went to Jeff's room quietly to see if Andrea was ready to go, but heard the unmistakable sounds of lovemaking. Well, at least my friend was getting some action, I thought morosely. I returned to the pool, took off my boots and dangled my legs in the water. It was still quite warm outside, and the cool water felt nice against my legs. I sat there, gently splashing in the water and feeling sorry for myself, when suddenly I heard the gate to the pool area creak open. Startled from my reverie, I looked up and saw a slim redhead in denim cutoffs and a T-shirt walking in. It was Kathy! I felt a chill, as I was sure she was going to confront me about Mark. Freezing like a deer in the headlights, I watched Kathy as she approached me. "Hey. You're Suzy, right?" she asked nonchalantly. "The radio contest winner?" "Yeah. Look, I'm sorry about... I mean... I wasn't sure if..." I said, stumbling over my words. "Don't worry about it." Kathy said with a weary smile. "It's what chicks do." Starstruck Not knowing what to say, I studied my toes as I gently splashed them about in the pool. Kathy removed her black boots and sat across from me on the steps, dipping her pale feet into the pool. She murmured her approval of the cool water before pulling a silver hip flask from her pocket and taking a swig. After studying me for a few awkward seconds, she held the flask out to me. I'm not much of a drinker, but I didn't want to turn down this obvious peace offering so I took the flask and put it to my lips. Tilting my head back for a sip, I coughed as the whiskey burned its way down. Kathy smiled and laughed quietly as I passed the flask back while croaking a thank you. "Honestly I didn't know you and Mark were still together." I said apologetically. "I've read all of your interviews from your tour and there was no mention that you were together... so I assumed... you had broken up." "That's the way the suits want it." Kathy said with a touch of bitterness in her voice. She took another swig from the flask. "The record company says we'll sell more albums if the fans thinks we are all available." "Oh my God!" I exclaimed softly. "That's horrible! Mark actually agreed to that?" "Oh no, he was pissed!" Kathy grinned. "But I talked him into it." She added softly. "Why?" I asked. "Because it was the right move for the band." Kathy shrugged. After a pause, she continued, "It's bad enough that some people think I was only brought into the band because I'm Mark's girlfriend. I don't want my ego causing any problems. The band means so much to the boys." I looked at Kathy, filled with newfound respect. I guess success does not come without sacrifice after all. Kathy looked around the pool area, now empty except for a few stray bottles. "It looks like the party has moved on to the headliners hotel." She said. "How was it?" I asked. "Okay I guess, but I ditched out as quickly as I could. Those guys are dicks." Kathy laughed. "Believe me, I've been on tour with them for 2 months. They actually had a bet going to see which of them would fuck me first." "Oh my God!" I exclaimed quietly. "After 2 weeks they finally figured out I wasn't going to sleep with any of them, so they ostracized me." Kathy continued bitterly. "They'd invite the boys to their parties and poker games, but not me even though I was a band member. They treated me like some cheap groupie." She cringed suddenly, and looked at me apologetically. "No offense!" Kathy and I locked eyes for a moment before breaking out in laughter. She put her arm around my shoulder and gave me a hug. "You're okay Susie." She said, before offering me another swig from her hip flask. I took a small sip and managed to get it down without coughing as Kathy swirled her legs in the cool water. "Want to go for a swim?" She asked. "It's perfect weather for a swim," I replied, "but I didn't bring a swimsuit." Kathy scooted closer to me till our shoulders touched and looked me up and down. "We're about the same size," Kathy said as her eyes lingered on my breasts, "I've got a spare suit that would probably fit you." I grinned shyly then shrugged my shoulders. "Why not?" "Beats sitting here alone by the pool waiting for your friend to finish getting laid!" Kathy laughed softly. Kathy stood up and offered me her hand as she helped me up. We went upstairs to her hotel room. After searching through her bags she produced a black bikini swimsuit for me, and a green one for herself. She began to strip and change right in the room, completely unselfconscious about her nudity. Glancing up at me, she smiled sheepishly. "Oh, sorry!" She laughed with a shrug. "Spending two months on a tour bus with six guys has pretty much destroyed any sense of modesty I may have once had." I felt more than a little flustered, but I didn't want Kathy to know so I changed as nonchalantly as I could. I couldn't resist stealing a peek at her in the closet mirror as we changed: I could definitely see what Mark saw in her. Her alabaster skin, peppered with freckles from the shoulders up, was beautiful, and her proportions were perfect; full breasts, slightly pointed, narrow waist and slender hips with shapely legs. I could feel my heart pounding; I told myself it was just normal excitement at being let into the band's inner sanctum. After changing into swimwear, Kathy produced a joint from one of her bags and lit it up. We smoked about half of it, while giggling and making small talk. She then stubbed it out in an ashtray before grabbing a couple of towels and leading me out, back to the pool. We took turns putting each other's hair up to keep from smelling of chlorine, then languidly swam in the cool waters, pausing occasionally to take sips from Kathy's hip flask. I soon had a very healthy buzz going, and was feeling a bit weightless and silly. As I swam with her my mind was spinning, wondering about the sexual dynamics of the band. I would never have pried into their business, especially with Mark's girlfriend, but the alcohol had made me brave and I broached the subject while we rested on the stairs of the pool. "Kathy, can I...uh...ask you a personal question?" I said tentatively. "You can ask." She grinned. "So if everyone thinks you are all available, how do you handle groupies?" I asked awkwardly. "I've heard rumors that -- even Mark - occasionally... you know." "Most of the rumors are false, but we encourage them anyway." Kathy said with a sigh. "Good for business." "Most of them are false?" I pressed. "Some of them are true." Kathy said with a wink. "You mean Mark cheats on you!" I gasped. "Oh no. We have an arrangement. Sometimes I... share him." Kathy said with a sly smile as she slid back into the water. My mind reeled as I tried to process what she just said. I sat alone on the steps of the pool lost in thought while Kathy swam a lap. On her return she stood before me on the lowest step, the moonlight glistening off of her wet body. She smiled mischievously, sensing my fascination. "It works like this;" Kathy said, "Mark sees a girl he likes the look of. He gets to know her a bit, and if he still likes her he hands her off to me for the final exam." She drew closer in the water. "If she passes my tests..." "Is that... is that what's happening now?" I whispered, my heart suddenly pounding. "Oh, very good!" Kathy said softly as she flashed a bright smile. "You catch on quickly. I like that. Yes, Mark likes you. And I'm starting to warm up to you too." My mind was truly spinning now -- was she talking about a three-way! This was a bit more than I had bargained for, but I was intrigued beyond belief. Kathy moved ever closer to me and whispered, "Are you a good kisser Susie?" With 3 boyfriends and two one night flings under my belt, I have had no complaints in that department, so I nodded. "Prove it." Kathy whispered, leaning so close to me her lips were mere inches from mine. My heart was pounding like a jackhammer. Kathy's face was so close to mine I could feel the warmth of her skin, taste her breath. My emotions were in turmoil as desires I had never even considered boiled up from deep inside me. I had never even thought about kissing another girl... but if this was the only way to be with Mark, how could I let something as trivial as a kiss get in the way? Bucking up my courage, I leaned forward to kiss her. But in the last instant my inhibitions seized control and I froze, backing away. The magic moment slipped away into the darkness. "Don't feel bad." Kathy said, as she stroked my cheek with her fingertips. "It's not for everybody." We swam together in silence for several minutes before Kathy climbed out of the pool and suggested we shower and change, as she had a long day scheduled tomorrow. I climbed out of the pool feeling defeated, and wrapped myself in a towel. Silently I followed Kathy upstairs to her suite. She stripped off her swimwear and headed to the shower, inviting me to watch television. While she was showering, I sullenly considered my situation and took a deep drink of Wild Turkey as I cursed myself silently for being such a coward. Kathy emerged from the bathroom wearing only a towel, then sat on the bed and lit up the rest of the joint, which she offered to me. I accepted it, and took a deep drag before handing it back. After a few more hits, I headed unsteadily for the bathroom. As I was toweling off in the bathroom after a quick shower, I noticed a large flannel shirt hanging from the back of the door. It looked far too big for Kathy, so out of curiosity I brought it to my nose; it bore the unmistakable smell of a man - Mark! Holding the flannel shirt to my face, I inhaled deeply and leaned against the bathroom wall, wrestling with my emotions. There's no way I could live with myself if I passed up an opportunity like this. So it was a three-way. What's the big deal? It's the 80s after all. Kathy and I will just take turns watching, maybe... maybe kissing a little to turn Mark on. The thought didn't exactly repulse me anymore, not after drinking the better part of a 5th of wild Turkey and half a joint. I felt insulated, protected, and brave. I looked at the girl in the mirror, who seemed to flash me a resolute smile. By God, I was going to do it! I wrapped a towel around myself, tucked it in and walked quickly out into the hotel room before I lost my nerve. Kathy was standing by the television dressed in a green robe, her back to me as she ran a brush through her long red hair. Kathy turned and smiled as I approached. With a feeling in my stomach like I was stepping off a cliff into deep water, I place my hands on her shoulders, leaned in close and softly placed my mouth against hers. Kathy's lips were amazingly soft, and tasted of cherry, smoke and whiskey. I slid our soft lips together, opening my mouth slightly and giving her just a bit of tongue. My breath whistled through my nostrils as my heart started pounding so fiercely I was afraid I was going to faint. Satisfied that I had given her a damn good kiss I pulled back to gauge her reaction, but she refused to let go, pulling me close as she dropped the brush and answered with surprising passion. I began to lose myself in the experience as I felt her arms embrace me and her lips respond. Kathy moaned softly into my mouth and parted her lips slightly. I followed her lead and soon our tongues were wrestling together, slipping and sliding gently in our mouths. It was without any doubt the best kiss I had ever had in my life and I was drawn ever further in as she gently caressed my cheek with her fingers while her other hand moved to the small of my back, pulling me tightly towards her. She tilted her head and opened her mouth further, as her insistent tongue swirled and teased my own. Suddenly my inhibitions returned, and I started to panic as things were clearly getting out of hand. I had to stop this before it went too far -- what was I thinking! This clearly already was too far. I had to stop this! I had to stop this at once! Yet while my mind shouted stop, my body seemed to be in a state of rebellion against me. I put a hand on her shoulder to push her away, but instead it embraced her. I tried to pull my lips away from hers and tell her to stop, but they sucked her probing tongue deep into my mouth in defiance. Taken aback by the emotions coursing through me, I finally summoned the will to break the kiss and took an unsteady step away from Kathy, breathing heavily. She stepped forward, a confident smile on her face. Blushing madly I stepped back again and backed into the bed causing me to lose my balance and sit down hard on the mattress. Kathy stepped closer, her shins against the side of the bed as she stood between my knees with a predatory smile on her pretty freckled face. My heart was racing, and my breathing was coming in soft gasps. I looked up at her feeling like a rabbit confronted by a hungry wolf. Ever so slowly, she unfastened the tie to her robe and let it slide open, revealing her shapely pale body. Her breasts, full and perfectly formed, were inches from my face. I felt my pussy twitch and moisten as a warm tingling feeling spread over my body. My words of protest died in my mouth as I looked up into her hungry green eyes. "Mark likes girls who aren't afraid to experiment." Kathy said softly, as she sensuously drew her fingers across her breasts. "Do you like to experiment Susie?" See the conflict raging within me, Kathy looked towards the hotel door. "There's the door Susie. I won't stop you if you want to leave." She said, as she toyed with her stiff pink nipples. "Do you want to leave?" "No." I said in a barely audible whisper. "Then touch me." Kathy whispered, as she looked down at me. Feeling myself tremble, I knew at that moment that I could refuse this fiery redhead nothing; I was completely under her spell. I raised my trembling hands and slowly placed them on her breasts, and was instantly overcome by arousal. They were so soft and silky to the touch, so beautiful and perfectly shaped. As my fingers gently explored the contours of her body she let out a long sigh as she softly pushed her fingers into my hair. Mesmerized by her soft globes, I offered no resistance as she pulled my face toward her left nipple. Instinctively, I took it into my mouth as a jolt ran up my spine. Closing my eyes I gently began to suckle, all shame and doubt washed away by an irresistible tide of desire. I felt her soft hands pull the towel from around my body, letting it fall by the wayside as she shrugged off her robe. Kathy gently pushed me back onto the bed and crawled on top of me, covering my face with her long curly hair. She lowered herself onto me, kissing me fiercely; licking, nibbling and pulling at my lips with her teeth. I kissed her back, trying to match her passion, and soon our naked bodies were intertwined as our hands and lips explored each other. Rolling onto her side, Kathy positioned herself beside me as she kissed me deeply while her left hand explored my thighs. I gasped slightly when her fingers found my bush, and I let out a soft whimper when they slid deeper, parting my labia, softly probing under my hood and caressing my engorged clit. I had been fingered before, but nothing like this! Her trained musician's hands played my pussy like an instrument, and she knew all of the notes by heart. She was driving me mad with lust as she brought me up to the edge of orgasm, only to hold me at a plateau just short of climax. Shifting from my clit to my vagina she repeated the process, and before long I was moaning loudly, begging her to let me come. She just watched me with a bemused smile as she lay beside me, propped up on her elbow. Twice more she brought me to the edge of a screaming orgasm with her fingers, only to pull me back at the last moment. I writhed on the bed, poised on a knife-edge between bliss and agony. "Oh my God Kathy! Please!" I begged through tears of frustration. "I'll do anything you ask! Anything!" "Yes. Yes you will Susie." Kathy said softly, as she leaned down to kiss me. Kathy's fingers worked their magic on my pussy again and this time she did more than tease. My back arched and I let out a scream as a blinding orgasm shook me to my core. Reversing her previous tactic, Kathy now held me in an orgasmic frenzy with her fingers until I could take it no more; I rolled away from her as I felt myself starting to faint. Curling up into a ball, I gasped for air as tears of joy rolled down my cheeks. As my mind reeled and stars danced in my eyes, I felt Kathy slide up behind me, spooning me gently and placing soft kisses on my shoulder. After recovering from the incredible orgasm, I turned to face Kathy and we embraced, sharing soft kisses and gentle caresses for several minutes as my desire built up anew. I threw my head back in ecstasy as she gently kissed her way down my exposed throat towards my breasts. Stopping briefly to suck and tease my nipples, she worked her hips between my thighs before sliding down between them, leaving a trail of wet kisses down my tummy. Closing my eyes I began to fondle my breasts as I awaited the delights to come. With her lips and tongue, she kissed and probed her way up and down my pussy, from my ass crack to my clit. I was burning desire, and my hips bucked and rocked instinctively as her hot wet tongue explored my folds. I had never been made love to like this before; I didn't know anything could possibly feel so good. I whimpered softly as she sucked on my clit and came almost immediately when her tongue penetrated my vagina. I trembled and spasmed as the orgasm washed over me, leaving me a panting, shuddering heap. She crawled beside me, her face glistening with my juices, and kissed me deeply. I inhaled and tasted my pussy on her breath and lips, as I kissed and licked her face. We held each other for several minutes, kissing deeply and caressing each other before Kathy sat up and looked at me with a mischievous grin. "Now let's see how fast you learn." Kathy said, as she positioned herself with her back against the headboard of the bed, her legs spread wide. Crawling across the sheets, I slowly drew closer to her moist red triangle and the puffy wet lips beneath. Marveling at the beauty of her aroused sex, I inhaled deeply, savoring her musky aroma. As Kathy squirmed lustfully, I tentatively stuck out my tongue and tasted her wet labia. I never in a million years would have thought to find myself in this position, but with my inhibitions gone, I was filled with lustful curiosity. Surrendering completely to desire, I pushed my face into her soft, wet folds -- kissing, licking and sucking as my mind drifted into a fog of erotic desire. Kathy moaned and whimpered her approval as she rocked her hips in time with my bobbing head. Whispering praise and suggestions, she began my education in the ways of lesbian sex. I must've proved an able student, for within minutes her words had dissolved into an ecstatic babble as she heaved and trembled with the onset of orgasm. I felt the incredible sensation of her vagina spasming on my tongue, and greedily sucked juices that squirted from her pussy as her back arched and she rode out the last waves of her climax. Kathy moaned and stroked my hair before sitting up on the bed. She took a swing of Wild Turkey and handed me the bottle as she rested her head against the pillows and grinned. "God damn!" Kathy said breathlessly. "You are a natural Susie! Mark knows how to pick them!" After taking a sip of the whiskey I set it on the bedside table and cuddled up beside Kathy as we both kissed and giggled. After we both caught our breath, Kathy reached for a small black gym bag that was lying by the side of the bed. I took another small sip of the whiskey and almost coughed it out my nose when I turned and saw Kathy strapping a leather harness around her shapely ass. She turned to me with a grin, sporting a black plastic dildo that looked to be at least 9 inches in length protruding from her groin. "Are you ready for the final test?" She asked, grinning wickedly. I could only nod wordlessly, my eyes wide, as I passed her the bottle. Kathy knelt on the bed and took the bottle from me, taking another sip before setting it aside. "Mark loves having his cock sucked." She said with a smile. "Let's see what you got." Rising to my knees, I positioned myself before her and took the head of the big black dildo into my mouth. This at least was somewhat familiar territory; my last boyfriend, Calvin, greatly enjoyed fellatio and I had gotten quite good at it. I worked the head gently with my lips and tongue, then took as much of the shaft as I could with long smooth strokes, before returning my attention to the head as I stroked the shaft with my hand. Kathy complimented me on my technique and gave me a few pointers before ordering me to turn around and grip the headboard. Starstruck I knew what was coming, and I longed for it; I gripped the headboard tightly with my fingers, biting my lip and closing my eyes, waiting for the ravishing to begin. Kathy began slowly, sensuously running her hands over my ass, up my back and then back again several times. She then reached up and gripped my shoulders as she worked the tip of the massive cock into my hot, wet cunt. I let out a soft whimper of desire as she penetrated me while she whispered soft words of encouragement in my ear. Slowly and skillfully Kathy would thrust, then withdrawal a bit allowing my juices to coat the long shaft until almost the entire monster was inside of me. Mounting me like a beast, she began to thrust and hump, grinding her pelvis against my ass as the massive plastic cock pumped within me. Grabbing a fistful of my hair with each hand, she pulled my head back as I moaned in ecstasy. Kathy's glorious pounding abruptly stopped and I heard the sound of keys scraping in the hotel door. I instinctively panicked and dove for the covers, but Kathy pulled my hair like reins, controlling me like a skilled rider calming a spooked horse. I looked over my shoulder with panicked eyes to see Mark closing the door behind him. "Lucy, I'm home!" He said, doing a Ricky Ricardo impersonation. "What's for dinner sweetie?" He added with a grin. "Fresh young brunette!" Kathy responded cheerfully as she mischievously thrust another few inches of the black dildo into my pussy. I groaned with ecstasy at the sudden assault, which took my mind off of worrying about what Mark thought about seeing his girlfriend fucking another woman in his hotel bed. I soon saw that my concern was ill placed, as he definitely seemed to be enjoying the show. "I see you ladies have become acquainted." Mark said, a huge grin crossing his face as he walked towards a comfortable chair by the bed. "Please don't stop on my account!" He continued, sprawling on the chair and helping himself to a sip of Wild Turkey. Kathy began to fuck me again, sensuously and with exaggerated motions, clearly designed for Mark's entertainment. I never felt such conflicting emotions before; so used, but so desired. So enslaved, yet so liberated. So slutty, yet so sexy. As Kathy penetrated me from behind, I braced myself on hands and knees looking deep into Mark's eyes with longing. His gaze met mine and his left hand absentmindedly began to stroke a large bulge that had appeared in his jeans. "Unless I'm very much mistaken darling," Kathy said, "I do believe Susie wants to suck your cock." Mark sighed as he rose up out of the chair. "Damn, it's good to be me!" He said with a smile, as he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down, revealing a pink swollen cock easily 7 inches long and mouth wateringly thick. After removing his boots, Mark stood at the edge of the bed with his engorged member inches from my face. I could clearly see a shiny trail of pre-cum smeared across his shining head, which made my mouth water even more. Kathy maneuvered me into position, and I took the tip of Mark's glistening cock into my mouth, gently and slowly massaging it with my lips and tongue the way that Kathy and I had just practiced. I then swallowed almost all of his manhood as Kathy rammed me to the hilt with her strap on. I had never known such sensual pleasure even existed before, much less experienced it for myself. I close my eyes and fell into a mechanical motion as I made love to Mark's cock with my lips while Kathy fucked me from behind. Each time Kate withdrew, I lavished attention on the head of Mark's cock with my lips and tongue. Each time she thrusted, I swallowed as much of his organ as I could handle. I desperately tried to keep from coming myself, wanting to get Mark off first, but Kathy was unrelenting and I soon collapsed as another orgasm gripped me, leaving Mark's bright red cock dangling unattended. Kathy quickly sprang into action, withdrawing her black phallus from my exhausted pussy while pulling my shoulders back, laying me on the bed facing the ceiling. Reaching over me she grabbed Mark's throbbing cock and began to stroke him quickly. Looking up as my senses returned, I saw Mark's face contorting as he neared climax, then suddenly relax as thick ropes of cum shot out of his pulsing member, splashing hotly on my tits. His first load shot, Mark collapsed back into the padded chair breathing heavily as he watched Kathy's next move. Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she leaned down and began to lick and suck his semen off of my tits, pausing from time to time to share a mouthful of his salty cum with me in a kiss. It was so erotic I soon found myself squirming in a passionate embrace with her, instinctively humping her thigh. Sitting up, Kathy raised my right leg over her left shoulder and began vigorously grinding our pussies together as Mark watched with a look of lustful fascination. Gasping for breath and whimpering with desire, I matched Kathy's pace as she rode me to another blinding orgasm. Kathy came with me this time, collapsing on top of me and moaning loudly as her abdominals spasmed. We lay together on the bed kissing and caressing as our strength returned. Our lustful display had the desired effect on Mark, who was once again sporting a massive erection. He stood beside the bed caressing us with his eyes, his lean, toned body tense and alive with anticipation. As Kathy and I turned towards him, cuddling and smiling, he grinned and slowly climbed on the bed, moving with catlike grace. He exchanged a deep passionate kiss with Kathy, then his strong lips met mine. I moaned softly, surrendering to him as his powerful tongue invaded my mouth, savoring his taste and masculine scent. I felt his weight shift onto me as he lowered his body against mine, his arms surrounding me in a strong but gentle embrace. I heard the sound of paper ripping followed by the unmistakable smell of latex; I glanced down to see Kathy fixing a condom over Mark's cock as she grinned and gave me a wink. I smiled back at Kathy, still hardly able to believe what was happening as her boyfriend kissed my breasts and gently explored me with his hands. She moved around to the head of the bed and ran her fingers through my hair, tenderly massaging my scalp comfortingly as Mark positioned himself between my legs and gently probed my dripping pussy with the tip of his cock. I closed my eyes and sighed. I had never felt so adored. As Mark leaned in to kiss me, I put my arms around his strong muscular neck, bracing myself. As he deepened the kiss, his hips rode forward driving his hot, rigid cock deep into me, causing me to quiver uncontrollably for a few seconds. I wrapped my legs around his firm ass and pulled him into me, keeping pace with his gentle thrusts. Taking his time, he filled me completely with slow gentle pulses that set me gasping. Rising up on his arms, Mark leaned towards Kathy and they exchanged a long passionate kiss as he continued to fuck me with deep, powerful strokes. Mark and Kathy broke their kiss, and Mark looked down at me, staring deep into my eyes. I reached up and dug my fingers into his back as his pace quickened. Pumping me fast and hard, he knocked little gasps out of me with each thrust. Lost in bliss, I could hardly believe my dream had come true - and then some! I didn't want it to end, but eventually a climax hit me so hard I blacked out, waking up in Marks's arms as he soothed and caressed me. Lost in a blissful delirium, the rest of the night passed in a blur of soft flesh, gentle kisses and warm caresses. I soon found myself in that wonderful and warm place, between dreaming and wakefulness. After about thirty minutes of cuddling Mark fell fast asleep, leaving Kathy and I snuggling sleepily in each other's arms. "So Susie," Kathy asked quietly, "We have 6 more gigs on this tour. How would you like to come with us to California?"