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Rock Star Ch. 01

By: thoiblush



Cara and Lauren picked through the arrangement of corsets set up on display at the high-end boutique they were shopping in. The girls were on a mission to find Cara something nice to wear for a concert later that week. The two girls were sisters, Cara, 23, had long red hair and hazel eyes fairly average in height and weight and was the typical tomboy who could hang out with the guys but just couldn't seem to make a "physical" relationship work. Lauren on the other hand being the youngest of the sisters at 18, was tall and thin with legs for days, she had naturally tan skin and dark brown hair and eyes to match and had no problem getting guys to notice her. Finally they decided on two corsets one burgundy and the other a dark teal, both looked great with Cara's hair and light skin. While shopping Lauren had Cara try on many skirts and high heels, trying to bring out the feminine in her older sister.

Days passed as Cara talked to Rick on the internet and knew that she had to do something. The way they talked was like they had known each other years instead of weeks. Of course she'd seen him at shows, and around school but, it was the night of a fair when he let loose and went all out on the stage, when something hit her. Never before had he looked so damn good. Rick was the bass player for one of the local bands that Cara was into; he had short blonde hair and gorgeous blue eyes and was a good 6' and around 210 pounds of muscle. His broad shoulders and gentle demeanor set him apart from the rest of the crowd, he wasn't the norm when it came to band members in the area. For Cara it definitely wasn't love at first sight, it was something gradual that snuck up on her. 

Cara worked part time selling merchandise for several local bands and had to cancel going to one of Rick's shows, because one of her bands was playing the same night in a different town. She hated to let him down, but knew that his girlfriend Crystal would be there anyways for the moral support. 

Later that Wednesday she found out that the show she was supposed to work had gotten cancelled, so she decided that she would drive up and go to Rick's. She waited until Friday afternoon and left him a message on his voicemail. "Hey its Cara the show got cancelled I'm coming up, see you soon!" Nervous all day she tried to keep herself occupied, she had chosen to wear the burgundy corset and black skirt and the cute heels that her sister had insisted she wear. She knew that there was no chance that anything would happen with Rick with his girlfriend there, but she always joked with her friends that girlfriends were just a hurdle. She decided to wear the new thong she had gotten the day she went shopping with her sister just incase, it was black mesh with little red hearts, probably something more for valentines day than a concert but she thought it was cute. 

I can't believe she's coming! She didn't say anything when I saw her in school earlier; I wonder what she's up to? He sighed to himself as he was packing his equipment in his car. He knew that Cara knew some little secrets about his fantasies, and he knew that she was more than interested in helping him live them out. He probably would have taken her up on it if he hadn't been seeing someone. Thinking about what she could be up to made his stomach do flip-flops.

***

Later than evening after driving an hour and a half, Cara walked into the small bar with her close friend Melissa. The girls were complete opposites, though Cara was by no means small, her friend outweighed her by a large margin, Melissa was more open about sex than Cara was, and had quite a mouth on her.

Cara spotted Rick, as soon as they walked into the small bar. He had said it was small and hickish, but nothing could have prepared her for this, it was a dive. She immediately felt out of place and wished that she had worn something a little less revealing. 

***

Rick looked up to see the commotion at the front of the bar. Someone had come in and was stirring up the locals. That's when he saw her, red hair pulled out of her face with a clip, burgundy corset snug on her curves, black skirt and heels. If his girlfriend weren't three feet away he'd be all over her in a minute. Cara, looked great, too bad he and the others in the band had talked their girlfriends into coming out to the show. 

As the show started he hoped that the heavyset girl with Cara would be able to handle the guys whose gazes rarely left Cara's scantily clad body, if any chose to be so daring enough to actually approach her. He smiled to think that she had dressed up to get a rise out of him, blushing slightly he readjusted his cowboy hat to cover his crimson face.

Rock Star Ch. 01



Tyler slowly opened his eyes, allowing them to adjust to the darkness around him. Normally a College student would not be up this early, but today was a special day, today his leg braces comes off. Like Forrest Gump, the name he hated with a passion, today he was going to be set free. He quickly jumped under the shower, his stomach making weird noises as he showered; he was so hungry he could eat a horse. The last meal he ate was yesterday about twelve-o-clock, but the doctor warned him not to eat anything after that time, and Tyler wasn't going to take any chances. Compared to his heavily muscled upper body, his legs looked frail and sickly, but that's what three years with leg brace implants will do to a man's body. Taylor finished his shower, dressed, and rushed downstairs, if you can call walking with braces and crutches rushing.

His mom was busy drinking coffee, and looked up smiling as he entered the kitchen, "today is the big day hmm."

Taylor smiled, "morning mom, yeah finally."

Her smile turned into a motherly frown of concern, "you do know that it will still take a while before you can run around and walk without crutches."

"I know mom, relax... I'm not expecting miracles."

His mother looked at his clothes, her frown growing bigger. "Taylor do you really need to dress like a vampire, and take out the earrings."

He just smiled at her; she has been calling him a vampire for the past three years, ever since the accident. "I forgot about the earrings, but the vampire costume stays, okay."

"They are probably going to hide all the blood bags the moment you step into that hospital," she mumbled while walking away towards the front door.

Taylor laughed and followed her outside to the car. The four-bedroom house is situated two miles from Casper College, where he and his sister attended, and the hospital five miles in the other direction, so it's only a five-minute drive. By the time he reached the car, his mother had the engine running, he must be there by six, but since it was only half past five, they had lots of time. At the hospital signing in went quickly and without any hassles, they were expecting him. Taylor smiled thinking about what the doctor and operating nurses would say once he lay on the operating table. Yesterday he shaved his balls, he did not need to, but he thought it would be great watching the nurse's reactions when they opened his hospital gown.

Everyone was friendly, and in no time at all, a heavily drugged Taylor was pushed into the operating room. The past three years weren't happy years for the Miles family. A truck, while on their way back from an athletics meet in an adjacent state hit Taylor and his father's vehicle. His father died instantly, while Taylor's legs were crushed in the accident. He sustained some other injuries, but they were minor compared to the damage to his legs, and dreams. At seventeen years of age, Taylor was what the sports world called, the great white hype. He was America's new and upcoming hundred-meter sprint champion, the golden boy who was going to break the hold the Jamaicans had on this event. 

The accident changed all that, and he went from hero to zero in less than a month. First, the newspapers blamed the truck driver, and then they switched the blame to his dead father. His sponsors provided transport, but Taylor's dad insisted on driving his son to the closer athletic meet's himself; it was a great bonding experience for father and son. With his busy school life, his dad's working hours, it was their time. The newspapers called his father reckless, driving his son around in a car that was build in 1965, a Ford roadster Taylor and his dad spent many hours restoring. They called the car unsafe, and then went on further to say that his father might have been intoxicated, after the waiter who served them food on the way home, remembered his father drinking beer. His father was a big man, and two beers never fazed him in his life, but the reporters did not think so.

The doctors did what they could do for his crushed legs, but in the end the only option left open to them, was insert steal rods into his upper and lower leg bones. This procedure allowed the bones to grow, heal and support his weight. The steel rods were attached to each other by steel wires, which could be adjusted and tightened as his bones healed. It was a long process, but after a few years, his Femur, Tibia and Fibula bones would be strong enough to support him for the rest of his life. Taylor returned to school after two months, but the school jock who once had everything, was now just a cripple with no future. Golden boy became 'Forrest Gump' to everyone, his old friends and girlfriends dumped him, Taylor wasn't cool any more. 

The last two years of high school was miserable ones for the Miles family. Laura defended her brother when other kids picked on him, which did not help her popularity, but she grinned and bared it. His mother had to start working after almost fifteen years of playing homemaker, so allot changed. Taylor's medical bills were paid for after the accident, but his continuing physiotherapy and other medical expenditures, were not covered. His father's life insurance helped a lot, but it would not be enough for everything, so his mother went back to work as a real estate agent. Taylor had to use his brain instead of his athletic ability to get into college, and without friends or a social life, the only thing he had left was his musical abilities. 

With the extra car, quads and other stuff not needed anymore, most of the garage was turned into a gym and musical room. Taylor had to exercise his body daily, even more vigorously than before, to handle the strain his lower body placed on him. His favorite musical instrument was his Fender electrical guitar, so while everyone else was out enjoying life, he played, sang, and wrote songs. His sister played the keyboard quite efficiently, and helped him with the music for his songs. Her having any musical talent was bizarre, since they were both adopted as babies, from two different adoption agencies. His parents adopted two children who was the same age, so that they can grow up together. 

Two days after finishing high school, the Miles family moved to Casper in Wyoming, so that they could attend college there. Taylor was going to study engineering, and Laura media and communication. The three-bedroom double storey house only had a one-car garage, but the basement was bigger than their old garage, so that was turned into a gym and music studio. The location under the ground, kept the sound to a minimum, and the neighbors away. Laura and Taylor got a car, an old Jeep, but it was big enough for Taylor to sit comfortably in front with his leg braces. Laura became the designated driver, and when not needed to drive Taylor around to and from college, the old Jeep served as the local party taxi to her and her friends. College life suited both of them, Laura the party animal did not have to defend her brother all the time, and Taylor gained anonymity among the thousands of teenagers attending the college. To them he was just another cripple, all dressed in black. The name Forrest stuck though, and would be used whenever he got into the way of a student late for his next class.

Laura tried her best to get Taylor out of the house, and found many willing young girls to go on dates with him. The dates went well after first introductions, but once the logistics of the situation became clear, the dates ended shortly. He could not go and pick them up without getting a ride from Laura, and he wasn't able to dance, drink or party with them on his own for that matter. The only dates he could attend, was when they went as a group, and then mostly he had to sit in the back, watching everyone enjoying themselves, while he was stuck at a table. Taylor went on a few dates to placate his sister, but in the end, he withdrew back to his basement. Although she never stopped trying to set him up on dates, Laura and his favorite time together, was spent in the basement.

Laura loved hearing him sing and play his guitar, and she would always tell him that if he joined a band, he would become famous and rich. Taylor knew he had an okay voice, but he knows that to his own ears, it sounded nice, but doesn't every second person on earth think so? They were always arguing about him not trying out for bands when positions were advertised, but Taylor's hang-up about his legs, and his fear of placing himself in a situation where others might ridicule him again, was stronger than any argument she could come up with. Fifty percent of Wyoming liked country music, and the other music genre's has to share the rest, so there wasn't many rock bands looking for talent, but their was allot of talent looking for bands. 

In the month of June of their first college year, and after a huge argument with Laura, she persuaded him to try out for a band that needed a lead guitarist. The auditions were held at a local pub during the week, so he and Laura went and gave it a try. Luckily, there weren't many people around, only a few early afternoon punters and the twenty or so hopefuls. Taylor thought that he sounded much better than the other tryouts, a fact which was confirmed by the band leader later, but when he told them, "we need someone more mobile," Laura replied with, "you actually need to go fuck yourself," so that was the end of that. Two days later a guy named Frank arrived at their house, he said he heard Taylor play during the audition, and that Taylor plays a guitar better than anyone he has ever known, will Taylor join their band?"

Frank's band is called Grudge, and they mostly play at pubs in and around Casper. Their main audience consists of students, who like listening to loud music while they get wasted. They played anything from AC/DC to Metallica, and needed a lead guitarist. Their singer Paul normally handles the lead guitarist job, but compared to Taylor, he sounded like a beginner. The band consisted of Frank on drums, Mike on keyboard, Shawn played the bass guitar, and Paul the vocalist and lead guitarist. Frank wasn't fazed by any of Taylor's hang-ups, the band wanted him, and nothing Taylor argued about was a problem big enough to solve. Taylor was going to sit next to the drums, at the back of any stage, with speakers or whatever he wanted to hide his legs. They did not need a guy jumping around on stage; they wanted a talented guitarist, someone that can play any song just as good as the original. 

It took a few gigs, but Taylor became comfortable with his role as lead guitarist. He stuck to the shadows, hiding behind his long hair and musical equipment, and was always on and off the stage without drawing too much attention to himself. Laura was ecstatic with joy, and his biggest supporter, but Taylor warned her right from the start. No drawing attention to him, no interfering, and no bringing girls around to introduce to her brother the rocker. If she wanted too, she can come and listen, but that's it, any of her usual tactics, and he will go back to his basement. She not only attended every gig, she drove him to every band practice, so it was no surprise that before long everyone accepted her as one of the band. With Taylor's sound in the band, the students actually began listening to what the band played, and stopped treating them as background music to their jollying. 

People started to go to clubs, and pubs where Grudge played, which made the band members happy, and the owners of these premises take notice. Laura being Laura, just could not help herself, and when Frank asked Taylor about his songs, he knew who was behind it. They tried out a few songs, and after adjusting the pitch and tone for Paul's voice, they tested it on the audience, and it was instant success. Since most of his songs were written with both him and Laura singing it, Frank found them a backing vocalist, in the form of a very hot twenty two year old rock chick called Jenny. She took an instant interest in Taylor, and right off the bat, began flirting and teasing him endlessly. With Jenny in the band, male students suddenly had a reason to follow the band as well, so things only got better and better. 

Laura and Jenny became instant friends, and Jenny was more at their house, than her own little student apartment. Taylor was happy for the first time in years, but old habits die hard, and nothing Jenny, Laura or the band members could say, would make him stay and party with them after their gigs. As soon as they finished playing for the night, someone always drove him home, except for a very few occasions. In August the Orthopedic in charge of his case at the local hospital gave him the best news of his life, his leg bones has recovered sufficiently for them to remove the braces. At the end of October, they would surgically remove the steel rods, and then after a few months with removable braces this time, he would be normal like everyone else.



Rock Star Ch. 01



Payton knew she wanted to be famous when she was eight years old. Unlike other young women Payton knew it so strongly that she was more than willing to put in the effort to get famous. 

At ten years old she began doing extra chores at home to get money for music lessons. Every dollar she earned her parents met. Studying guitar Payton practiced for hours between her weekly lessons. She learned songs by women who she admired and sang along so much that her parents made her move out to the garage. 

Then at twelve, already a very good guitar player and singer, she started taking dance. Then she joined the gymnastics team in school. Every day of the week she had some lesson or activity she was scheduled to go to. When she wasn't in an organized activity of some sort she practiced on her own for hours. 

When she had to get braces she was happy, not self-conscious. She knew stars had perfect teeth. 

She did yoga, jogged and ate a healthy well balanced diet.

Her intention to be in peak physical conditioning so that nothing stood between her vision of herself as a Rock Star and the achievement of that goal.

She aged.

Payton entered singing contests, and offered her services at weddings and family gatherings. She did whatever she could to get in front of a crowd and learn performance chops. 

Winning awards and making a name for herself around her town Payton felt as if she were on the right track, eventual stardom were hers for the taking. 

The boys at school started to pay attention to the skinny, little girl who was beginning to blossom. 

Getting her braces off and growing breasts; getting a little taller, though still smaller than most girls, made Payton more confident socially. She dated and fell in the fifteen year old version of love. 

She had her heart broken and she broke hearts. She sang. She played, she practiced, and she wrote songs. 

She learned and she grew up. 

She graduated from high school and she went out into the world to find her fame and fortune. 

She failed. She met disappointment after disappointment. She became discouraged. She cried. A lot. 

She answered an ad for a singer for a band. She auditioned. She got the job. She learned their songs, and taught them some of hers. She worked really hard, and starved. She got better, and the band got better and they got gigs and slowly, ever so slowly they became known. They toured. The made an independent album. 

Payton began to see that her goal might actually come true, but she was missing some crucial element in her song writing, or performance. Something she couldn't define.

Time passed as the band toured and spending all her time with a group of guys, on the road in hotel rooms eventually lead to her having some physical needs. 

"Payton, wanna hang out after the show tonight?" Dylan called to her from the toilet in her dressing room. The other space the guys were using had no bathroom. 

"Sure. What's up?"

"Nothing. I just don't wanna get wasted with those guys tonight, and you barely ever come out, so I thought I'd hang with you if you want."

"Sure. Sounds cool." Payton sat and looked at the door to the bathroom, frozen mid stroke of applying her make-up. Dylan usually was the ringleader of whatever shenanigans the band got up to, so this invitation came as a shock to her.

Turning back to the mirror as Dylan emerged from the toilet she resumed making up her face for tonight. Payton put a great deal of effort into making her face just right for shows. Off stage she wore no make-up whenever possible, but for shows she wanted to look perfect. She never wanted a single photo of her on stage to be anything but ideal. 

Payton was a petite nineteen year old at this point, with long dirty blonde hair that was as straight as a ruler. Her tiny heart shaped face looked innocent and sweet. Wide blue eyes and a small nose made her look younger than she was, and her smiling upturned mouth and pouty lips gave her a sensual vibe that added a sexual element to an otherwise angelic face.

Her body was toned and delicate, like a dancer's. Her small breasts and narrow hips giving her a jail-bait quality that made bar owners nervous, and she was never allowed to stay after shows in case anyone found out she wasn't twenty one. 

"You look great. Really pretty tonight." Dylan observed. 

"Thanks." She said quietly. Payton was getting the impression that Dylan was flirting with her. It was a little unsettling. Was he falling in love? Unlikely. Dylan was good looking, a dark haired, pretty man with chiseled abs and a lean hardness, like a hunter, that worked in perfect contrast to his feminine qualities. And he was the lead guitarist. He got laid almost every night. 

The band had talked to her early on in the tour about letting them sleep in her room so that whomever was bunking with Dylan didn't have to try and sleep next to him having sex all night. And Payton had allowed it, but she wore pajamas in the room and went to bed early so nothing had happened with any of them. 

No-one had said "No Sex" but she wasn't welcoming it. 

Except as Dylan left her alone to get ready she began to think about it in depth. 

Dylan was sexy, for sure. And experienced, which wasn't a bad thing, necessarily. 

But she wasn't interested in a boyfriend right now. At all. Nor did she want to get a reputation among the band as being easy. So far they had been pretty respectful of her. Crass, and immature sure, but they were in a band, they weren't doctors or accountants. 

As Payton went over to the boys change room for a quick warm up with the guys, she felt a little squishy inside thinking about having sex tonight. It had been a while and it would be a welcome relief, if they could set some fair ground rules. 

The show was great. The audience lively, and responsive, and the chemistry between Dylan and Payton as they traded vocals, and guitar parts was fantastic.

She was the main singer, he the lead guitarist, but he also sang very well, and she also played excellently, so they often traded back and forth, swapping solos and lead vocals. This confused and impressed the audience. They did more duets than many bands and it added a sexual outlet for audience members of both sexes. Being able to connect with both genders during a set added a lot to the bands popularity. 

Payton and Dylan usually sang to each other in flirty songs, and sang to members of the audience during ballads and other appropriate songs creating a seductive atmosphere. 

On this night however almost all the songs were subtly directed at one another. The heat between them was growing and the crowd was getting into it. More couples danced together on the floor, and sexual tension filled the space. 

After the last set the bar quickly cleared as anyone who could took someone somewhere else to fuck. 

"That was awesome!" Jed the Bass player shouted backstage. "It was so hot out there tonight. We were getting those people off!"

"What was going on?" Neal the drummer asked, as usual off in his own world most of the set.

"The crowd was getting horny from our music." Farid the keyboardist said. "It was like Spring Break out there."

Neither Payton, nor Dylan said anything, but they briefly made guilty eye contact across the room. 

"There will be a lot of babies made tonight!" Jed laughed, and slapped Dylan on the arm. "Be careful bra. You are going to have to claw your way out of here tonight. And Payton may need a stick to beat back the dudes... If you are going home alone tonight?"

She started guiltily. "What?"

"I'm saying if you were still being a prude and going home alone, you'll need a body guard to get out of here. The men out there want to fuck you like nobody's business."

Payton blushed, against her will. She wanted nothing more than for this conversation to end. "Thanks for your concern. I'm a big girl. I can handle myself." 

"You do that too much and you'll go blind!" Neal called, and everyone laughed including Payton. 

The band split into units with Farid and Neal going out with some girls hanging out waiting to play with them. Jed went with Stephen the sound guy and Mark their manager and everyone called out for Dylan to join them as they left. 

He said he had a date lined up, and no-one batted an eye. He did this often, leaving on his own with one of the many ladies waiting for him. 

Instead tonight it was Payton waiting breathlessly for him. 

When they got back to the hotel she left her door open and went in on her own, being cocky, knowing he would come, but not being obvious about wanting him. 

When he came in and gently shut the door behind him he looked nervous. Insecure. 

"Hey." She said casually.

"Hey." He said trying to sound the same. 

"You want a drink."

"You have some?"

"Sure. I'm not a prude no matter what Jed says."

"But you aren't exactly Motley Crue."

"Who is? I don't know how they survived, but I'm not going to risk it." She poured him a glass and handed it to him, then sat on the bed. Dylan hesitated then steeled himself and sat next to her.

"Okay, I'm going to say something here. "She started. "I have a long term plan, big goals. I told you guys all about it in rehearsal, but I am still living my life in the now too. Okay?"

"Okaaaay." He said, not getting it yet.

"I am a woman, just like any other. I'm driven sure, but I like sex. A lot. So here is what I propose. We can fuck if you want. I want to. You are sexy as hell, and tonight had me really hot." He began to grin like a schoolboy. "But!" She stopped him and he held still. "I am not looking for either a boyfriend, or to be a notch on your belt. Get it." 

"Yeah." He looked directly into her eyes. "I really like you Payton. You are a stone cold fox. Really sexy. And smart and talented. You are way better than this band. We all know it. I'm probably an idiot for telling you that. And for telling you that I could probably fall in love with you." When she took in air to protest he stopped her. "But!" She smiled at the echo of what she had done. "I'm in a band. I'm touring. I'm young. I wanna fuck every woman I can, now while it can happen. I won't always be able to have so much fun. You just happen to be the woman I most want in the world right now. You probably will be for a while. But I want to be able fuck anyone I want to right now. How does that sound?"

"Perfect. You sing to me the way you did tonight and you can have me any night. Just not every night. "

"Wicked!"

She leaned in and they began to kiss. Now that they could get their heads out of the way, their bodies took over. His hands reached up and took her small breasts in their strong grip. Massaging the flesh there, cupping them in the warmth of their grip Dylan kneaded the pliant mounds making Payton moan. 

Her hands went through his long, dark tousled hair, snaking through it, pulling him into her face where their tongues danced just as sensually as their voices had earlier.

They began to moan into each other's mouths as the passion became difficult to bear. Rapidly they began to pull each other's clothes off. First his shirt, then hers. Then her bra, and as soon as her breasts were bare he pushed her down forcefully onto her back and he looked down at her tight, toned body.

"Good Christ you are fucking amazing Payton!" As she laughed at his evident glee he leaned over her and took her hard right nipple into his mouth and began to suckle it. Sighing her pleasure Payton held his head to her bosom and felt tingles all over her chest. When her left nipple began to ache from jealously she nudged him with her right arm and he moved to the other breast, making her moan as the tingle there heated up. 

Dylan moved in-between her legs and pressed his hard on against her vulva. Immediately Payton pushed up against him, the heat of her wetness burning in her jeans. Grinding himself down into her he continued to move his mouth from one hard aching nipple to the other. 

Finding it hard to breathe Payton writhed under him trying to get some satisfying position that would enable her to wait while he teased her, but his teasing was too good. She needed him inside her, now, but he was tormenting her with foreplay.

Moving down her flat belly he licked and kissed her quivering stomach while she tried to urge him down faster. He laughed into her belly button and stopped to lick inside there. Groaning her frustration she too laughed. 

"Don't you know how long it's been for me?" She pleaded.

"I'm guessing a while. So in order to not make you regret this I'm going to do it right, if you don't mind too much"

"What if I say I do?"

"I'd rebut; I have been waiting to be here with you since the moment you walked into our rehearsal space eight months ago. So shut up and let me do my thing. It is a well worn fantasy come true."

Flattered and calmer now that she had had a moment to catch her breath she smiled down at him resting his chin in the hollow of her belly button.

"By all means proceed. You have won me over."

Kissing her loudly on the belly he began to return to his teasing licks and kisses, quickly returning her to her fevered state from before. Moving down he kissed along the top of her jeans, moving to her exposed hip bones. Digging his tongue into the hollow between her jeans and her skin, where her hips created a gap between material and flesh, he drove her crazy by not opening her pants and going lower. 

His cock was no longer pressing into her and she felt bereft of its harness. She pounded her first on the bed and groaned some more. 

Suddenly Dylan moved lower and bit down on the material over her crotch. Taking her jeans in his mouth he snarled and shook his head like a dog, startling her and making her laugh. Reaching down she opened her own belt and pulled the button fly open, and while Dylan pulled with his teeth she wriggled out of her jeans. He used his hands to help get them all the way off and she flailed her way out of them and up to the head of the bed, her tiny black panties all she had left on. 

Continuing the animal motif Dylan prowled up onto the bed on all fours like a predatory cat, snarling through his nose. Payton had never played games like this during sex, but she immediately fell into being a cat with him, enjoying the playfulness. 

She hissed and arched her back and moved away from him, staying on the bed. The two of them prowled around each other on all fours moving closer while making cat noises. Then Dylan moved really close, and bit her bum lightly. She shied away yelping and he pounced on her and pinned her down. She wrestled, wriggling trying to get free and loving how much stronger than her he was. 

Trying to flip over on her back Payton writhed around while Dylan held her around the waist and gave her bum nibbles. Squealing and not liking the undignified sounds she was making she fought her way around to her back and tried to grip him with her much stronger thighs.

This rough play was really exciting to her. Sex had always been a series of awkward early groping leading to better and better, yet sensitive, loving sex. She hadn't encountered this silly, irreverent kind of sex before. 

Enjoying herself Payton squeezed Dylan around his trunk with her strong, lean, dancer's legs. He then grabbed her around the torso and lifted her bodily into the air. Holding her up while she clung to him trying not to fall Dylan began to nibble her breasts and bite her nipples, making her gasp as lust flooded her veins again. His style of moving back and forth between overt foreplay, and just play was confusing her mind, but her body knew exactly what was happening, and it liked it. Her passion hovered just below the surface while they played, or talked, but as soon as the sex started again her libido fueled her with more desire for him that ever before. 

Payton let herself go, and limply hung from his grip. Slowly Dylan lowered her back to the bed still ravishing her breasts and when she was settled he made his way down her stomach again driving her wild with lust. 

When he reached her panties he pulled them down a tiny bit kissing along the newly exposed skin. Then he lowered them further and repeated the process. Kissing every part of her lower abdomen he unveiled her neatly trimmed pubic hair. 

Her hair was shaped into a little landing strip of hair that was all that covered her mons. Her lips, hairless from a thorough, recent waxing gleamed in the light of a table-side lamp. 

Pulling her panties down further he trapped her knees with them while lavishing the area around her sex with attention. He focused on everything but her slit, the slick lips puckered with longing. 

When Payton tried to open her legs inviting him in he held her thighs in place and licked the top of them moving away from her steaming juncture. She reached down and pulled on his hair and fought to open her legs. 

He resisted a little, but not much and she could feel his mouth smiling as he kissed her thighs. Then at last he pulled her underwear all the way off and she was free to spread herself open for him. Lowering himself over her pussy he breathed in her aroma, making her self-conscious after a sweaty show, but he smiled and dove in, piercing her with his tongue.

Payton gasped and bucked her hips up at him as he pushed his tongue into her as far as he could. Licking her entire pussy with his tongue he lathered her up and suckled her lips. Moaning her approval Payton squirmed, trying to get him onto her clit, but not wanting to move his mouth off of her smoldering sex. 

A delicious eternity later he at last placed his lips over her clitoris, and she arched back exploding in triumphant orgasm. Hand on his head holding him in place Payton went off, having the best orgasm of her life. Her feet spread wide and braced on the mattress, her body arcing up off of the bed resting only on her shoulders and head she sailed away on a tide of chemicals as her brain was rendered helpless with too much stimuli. 

When she had regained control of thought she opened her eyes to see Dylan smiling down at her from a position stretched out beside her. His chin glistened with her juices and she pulled him down to her and licked his chin, then began to kiss his mouth passionately, gratefully. Rolling him over she kissed down his neck and began to kiss his chest focusing on his nipples now. But she was too feverish to tease him like he had her. Moving down further she kissed his tight abdomen and deftly undid his belt.

Lifting his hips to help her Dylan helped her undress him. Pulling down both his jeans and his underwear she had him naked but for socks in moments and then she reached for and descended on his hard on. 

Aiming his pole at her open mouth Payton paused for a moment and smiled up at Dylan, his face rigid with anticipation. Weakly he smiled down at her. Slowly she moved her mouth closer, allowing her warm breath to graze his straining prick.

Then unable to wait she engulfed him in her eager mouth taking him all the way back until he nudged the back of her throat. Then she puckered out her lips and slurped along the entire length of his pole. 

Licking and sucking him wetly she bathed him in her saliva, thrilled by the size and shape of him. For long wonderful moments she did for him what he had done for her. Teasing and worshipping him she gave as good as she got, making him shudder with pleasure as she licked his shaft. 

Making him tense into utter stillness she sucking air around his head, then causing him to lift his hips up off the bed as she nuzzled and then bathed his balls with her flicking tongue. 

Looking down at his cock at one point, the weighty balls pulled up near his body she made the choice to let him cum in her mouth before fucking him. It seemed like the right thing to do after he had been so good to her. So pumping him with one hand, milking his balls with the other she bobbed her head down over him, her tongue licking long wide strokes over his underside. Popping her lips rapidly over the head of his cock and drawing forth his orgasm she worked him over sensually. 




Rock Star Ch. 01



As his orgasm came on he tensed and held perfectly still, his body quivering with passion. Then one hand clutched her head. The grip said "Don't move", but the rigid fingers also encouraged her to take him deeply. 

Opening wide she let him plunge to the back of her throat farther than she had yet taken him. And his hips pulsed. His cock grew bigger and she pulled back the instant his sperm spattered her tongue. 

Jets of spunk coated the inside of her mouth, filling her sense of taste with that pungent chemical flavor so particular to semen. Happy with her accomplishment, Payton looked up at Dylan's face while milking him as his powerful climax robbed him of faculty.

Dylan's beautiful face was firm in a mask of pleading. His eyes closed tight, his brows curls in a desperate question. His mouth was turned down, and mobile, it seemed as if words were forming but being held back between writhing lips. Then it opened and he cried out softly. "Oh fuck." 

Yet more jism sprayed out into her face and she swallowed, amazed at the volume of it. The hand that wasn't on her head was clutched over his chest, the fingers clenching in time to the bigger of his spasms. 

Then Dylan released a held breath and sucked in a new one, in a quick gasp. Then another. And with one more gout of spooge squirting hotly onto her tongue he released the tension in his chest and began to breathe quickly, but openly. 

Lying back on the bed, his body still convulsing in arrhythmic tremors, Dylan came back from where he had been. Making sure to lick all the cum from his cock, Payton let him fall from her mouth and began to lick him in long sensual strokes along the entire length of his member. Keeping him aroused she massage tension out of his arms while slurping on his pole like it were a long lolly pop. 

"I'm not done with this yet." She said between slurps. "Don't let it go anywhere." 

Laughing Dylan stroked her hair. 

"Not a chance."

Pleased with herself for having given Dylan such a good orgasm Payton now wanted to have him inside her. The burning need for him was insistent and compelling.

Letting his penis lay on his belly she crawled up him and lay across his body, pressing herself into him, she opened her legs and let his shafts spread her open, but not enter her. Leaning in she kissed him some more. As their tongues swirled in and out of each other, her hips pulsed, sliding her labia up and down his hardness. Each time she rubbed her clit over him she gasped. 

Not able to wait any longer she jumped up and retrieved a condom. Rolling it down his length, carefully, she grew giddy at the thought of filling herself with this member. It had been months since she had sex, and she felt thrilled that it was going to be with Dylan. 

Finally he was covered and she was soaking wet. Easing herself over him she enveloped him in her warmth. Payton felt as if she were being filled to the utmost as he opened parts that had not been spread for too long. 

Sighing her delight she ground herself down on him, itching the deepest parts of her hungry pussy. Finally she had all of him inside and her clit brushed across his hard body making her jump. 

Payton looked down at Dylan and smiled happily.

"This is exactly what I needed."

"I'm glad. I've wanted you for so long."

As she rode up off of him allowing most of him to leave her grip she grinned. Then slowly she filled herself up with him once more. Her body trembled with passion as she denied herself the impulse to jump up and down on him, fucking herself silly. There would be time for that. Right now she just wanted to stretch herself, and enjoy the sweet feeling of completeness that being full of cock gave her. 

"Payton I really can't believe it, but you have no idea how incredibly sexy you are do you?"

"Oh sure. I'm a goddess." She joked.

His hips rose to meet her on her way down, eager to be in her.

"You are a goddess. When you sing you are so engaged with the music. The sound comes right from your soul. You make these incredible faces when you sing, now that I'm actually fucking you I see just how sexual they are. It is like you are fucking the whole room."

Blushing she tried to think of some way to make light of this intensely personal thing. "Some nights I want to."

"Sing for me now."

"What?"

"I want to fuck your voice, but I can't, so sing for me while we fuck, okay?" 

Filled with him she stopped moving. 

"Really?"

"You have the sexiest voice I have ever heard. Sometimes I get hard when you sing. I did in the studio. So sing now while I am inside you. I can't think of anything more sexy than that."

His sincerity moved her to get past her self-consciousness. She did love singing and fucking, so why not.

Starting with a slow, sensual ballad they performed every night, she sang and moved in time to music, up and down over his cock. It felt right to be doing this. As soon as she plunged down on him, filling herself and engaging with the music she was singing she knew this was right. 

Letting the rhythm of the song dictate her pace she allowed the music to fill her the way his manhood was. Her heart and mind opened to the sound and her body thrilled with the notes and the words of longing. 

As the bridge came up the tempo increased and so did her movements. Singing with her eyes closed and her body in charge Payton gave herself over to the music and ran out of words. Her spirit, filled with joy, created new music, new sounds. Singing nonsense sounds she created a new tune and this one drove her down onto Dylan, plunging him into her.

Fucking to the music she shivered with passion and bucked and heaved with desire. Leaning forward she clutched his chest with her hands, and he reached for her breasts, groping them in time to her new song. Driving herself up and down onto his hardness she felt an orgasm coming on, and the song lifted into a higher register. 

Still crying out music between gasps from her laboring body Payton rode Dylan feverishly, the music driving her on to a fabulous climax. 

Then with a loud scream she began to quake all over as her lust became greater than the song and the transformed into primal grunts and gasps as Payton came. Dylan lifted up off the mattress, pushing himself into her clutching core as deeply as he could, his own orgasm impelling him to go as deep as he could. 

As soon as they came back to themselves he whispered, "That was the sexiest thing I have ever seen. Good god that was awesome!"

Disengaging painfully from him Payton leaned over to her bed-side-table and grabbed her phone. Searching for the voice memo ap she began to sing the song into it. As she did so, eyes closed, Dylan began to lean her back against the headboard and he crawled between her legs and started licking her dripping pussy. 

The sensitive button of her clit protested but Payton lay back and sang into her phone while Dylan recreated the desire she had felt before. Losing herself in the song again she didn't notice him stop licking her until suddenly he was filling her with his cock again. 

Sighing gratefully she sang this amazing song over and over, cementing the melody while Dylan fucked her slowly at first then with growing insistence. 

The song lead them along and set the pace. When she came to the climax of the music, but was not cumming she started over and they slowed down the pace. Then it grew more feverish again and they followed along with their bodies. 

When Payton did climax again she started a long series of orgasms and the song came and went between her shuddering rapture. 

Finally she felt Dylan approaching his own orgasm once more. Feeling powerfully connected to her voice, the music and him she suddenly needed to taste him once more. Dropping the phone beside them she said "Cum in my mouth again." 

Dylan stroked into her a few more times, then he pulled out and pulled off his condom. Sitting up Payton took his shaft in her hand and pumped him quickly while letting her saliva filled mouth suckle the tip of him. Dylan began to sing the song now. She hummed a harmony over his cock and he gasped then tried singing again but before he could find his tune once more he grunted and began to shoot onto her eager tongue. 

Not much cum came out, but his sensitive member bucked and heaved inside the grip of her lips. Payton felt a sympathetic orgasm quiver her insides as he spilled into her. Still humming she finished him off and licked him clean. 

At last Dylan pulled away shuddering and fell down beside her. She reached over and turned off her recorder. "I'm going to catch my breath and then figure out how to play that on guitar." She stated. 

"I've already got some chords worked out." He laughed. "That is a great song. Great. And you are the best lay I have ever had. Seriously. That was astounding." 

"Thanks. I really loved it. I'm so glad you asked me to sing. I was shy at first, but it was great."

"We should write more songs together." They both laughed. 

The rest of the night they did write. Dylan used her guitar so Payton sang the melody, and wrote words about desire and longing for and a final gaining of love. They let the lyrics be brush strokes, vaguely about love and sex, but the music was so primal and lewd, the sounds she made overt and lusty that it was clearly about fucking. And they were happy with that. 

They met up the next night, and worked on the song with clothes on, until they felt it was ready to show the band. Then they fucked for hours, singing new music. The sex inspiring them to create two more songs. 

They played the new songs for the band at sound checks and the guys loved the music. They added new parts, sounds and harmonies and the tune grew solid and rich over days of practice. 

Payton was worried that the guys would figure out that she and Dylan were fucking, but if they did know they didn't seem to care. They all had a lot of excitement for the new songs, and the developing sound that they found inspired in the band. 

Older material took on a more overtly sexual sound. 

Payton dressed a little more provocatively. 

They did more shows. 

They introduced the new song to the crowd and felt an immediate positive reaction. The crowd cheered wildly. 

The band added more of the new sex-inspired songs to their set list. The crowd loved those as well. 

The album began to sell on i-tunes. Bookings started coming in from farther away. 

Payton and Dylan wrote more songs while having more sex. Her phone filled up with the sounds of them fucking and singing. Dylan was never able to replicate what Payton did. He couldn't really sing while fucking. He added bits and pieces, but his input came much more when he played guitar afterwards and they coalesced the songs into more expressible tunes. 

At last the band had a break and got to go back home. They ran into the studio to capture the new sounds they were making. 

Mark their manager was fielding more calls for gigs, and trying to sell the new album based on the first song. There was interest. 

The band was becoming more successful based on the new, more sexual sound.



Rock Star Ch. 02



*make sure you read chapter one first. Thanks for all the encouragement! Don't forget to vote*

The show progressed; all eyes were on Cara as the band played even those of Rick's band members. The girlfriends noticed from their table in one of the corners and eyed the red head carefully, they knew her from work she did with other local bands but they really never got to know her. Cara and Melissa worked their way from the back of the bar up to where the band was playing; Cara figured that they would get less attention from the locals if she were closer to the band. 

Rick watched as Cara made her way up to the banister that surrounded the performing area and smiled at the fact that her friend never left her side willingly. He also noted that they had chosen a spot by his girlfriend, convenient, he could look at Cara and Crystal would think he was looking at her, maybe. Crystal had been suspicious as of late, and things weren't working out very well. They had been together so long that neither wanted to let go, even though it was becoming torture making the other happy. He was grateful for Cara's lighthearted and spirited ways. She didn't mind being goofy around him, and just wanted to make friends and have fun.

*** 

After the show Cara said her goodbyes to the band and made small talk with the girlfriends as they made their way to vehicles. Giving a quick hug to Rick she climbed into the car.

**

Rick watched as Cara and Melissa drove down the road. His girlfriend Crystal livid watching him as he blatantly ogled his friend. She had wanted to make things work but it just wasn't going to happen as he obviously had feelings for someone else.

**

Days turned into weeks, and Cara had only gotten a single e-mail from Rick stating that things had gotten crazy between him and Crystal and he wouldn't be able to talk to her for a while. Cara was about to chalk this up as Crystal pulling a "her or me" and though saddened by the thought, she'd been through it before with other guy friends, girlfriends who weren't comfortable with other women in their boyfriend's lives. Life moves on and so had Cara until she had received e-mail from the bands lead singer saying that he'd like her to come to their next show at the same bar as before. She agreed, she just couldn't say no to the bands, she just had to support local music it was her nature. 

**

Cara pulled up to the bar, alone this time as none of her friends wanted to make the hour and a half trek to the small bar. This time dressed in jeans and a green t-shirt with "Lucky" on the chest, there was no way that she would dress up for this place again. Getting out of her car she noticed Rick, standing behind the groups van. 

"Hi" she said approaching.

"Hey! What are you doing out here?" Rick asked with a huge grin on his face.

"Jeremy asked me to come tonight, not sure why though."

"I'm glad you came actually, I wanted to talk to you about something."

"Really? What's that?" She questioned tilting her head up to look up at him.

"Crystal and I broke up a couple weeks ago. We've been arranging for her to move in somewhere, its been crazy. I'm really sorry I haven't gotten to talk to you."

"It's ok, what happened though? If you don't mind my asking."

"Things haven't been well for a while, but she saw that I was interested in someone else, and she called it quits."

"Oh."

"So I have a question for you. How do you feel about guys in bands?" He said with a grin and sitting on the back of the van bed.

"Dunno, I'll think about it and tell you later." Cara said with a chuckle then turned as if going to go into the bars rear door. Rick stood up and grabbed her wrist and pulled her close. The force landed her mere inches from his large frame and her breathing and pulse quickened at their closeness. He took his hand from her wrist and cradled her face, leaning in he crushed his mouth to hers. Forcing his tongue into her mouth she joined in the forceful joining of their tongues, and brought her hands up to his chest to help brace herself. Rick brought his hands from her face and planted them on her ass, dragging her body ever closer to his, her hands digging into his chest for a moment before loosening their grip and traveling up to his shoulders. 

Rick, never letting his mouth leave hers moved their bodies to the side of the van so no one would be able to see them. Forcefully pressing her into the side of the van, Rick grabbed her breasts in his hands and squeezed and kneaded her globes. Cara moaned as his fingers found her taught nipples through her shirt, teasing them and pinching them, fire erupting in her core. Rick pressed his groin into hers, his growing member pressing into her through their jeans. His hands left her breasts and traveled to the hem of her shirt then lower to the snap of her jeans. Undoing the snap quickly and unzipping her pants he pulled the material down her hips a little. Sliding his left hand up and under her shirt he attacked her breast again with his large hand, his other hand gliding under her panties and down her neatly shaven mound. His fingers found her center and caressed her folds making his fingers slick with her juices. 

Cara, caught up in the heat of the moment pressed her mound into Rick's hand allowing better access to her center. She gasped as he slid one finger then a second into her dripping hole almost lifting her off the ground as he began to finger fuck her on the side of the van. She felt herself beginning to reach a climax when Rick removed his fingers from her and using both hands pushed her hips back into the side of the van. 

Breaking the kiss Rick looked into Cara's eyes, passion and lust consumed them both and Rick opened the door on the side of the van. "In" was the only word he said as he went to the back of the van to shut the hatch, then came back to the side and climbed in. There was only one bench in the van, and with all the equipment loaded into the club the back was bare. Rick reached to the seat and folded it forward. Cara just sat in amazement in how Rick was acting. He grabbed a hold of her and pulled her towards him. Kissing her with and increased passion Rick made quick work of the button on his jeans and unzipped them, in seconds his pants were around his knees along with his boxers. Not wasting anytime Rick pulled Cara's jeans and thong down in one swift tug, bearing her shaved pussy to him in the dim lights cast from the bar. His fingers once again found her moist center and her hands reached down to grab a hold of his hard prick stroking him and his fingers slid back up into her. 

Quickly he removed his fingers from her and removed her hand from his shaft and turned her over the folded bench seat. Holding her down on the seat with one hand on her back he spread her thighs as far apart as possible through the confines of her jeans, her rear end pressing into his fingers as he moved closer to her pussy. Not wasting anymore time he positioned his cock at her entrance and slammed into her. 

Sending her torso scratching on the fuzzed side of the vans seat as Rick slammed into her dripping wet hole Cara screamed. In one swift movement he had filled her with his large cock. Only waiting moments for her to become comfortable with his girth, he pressed into her with his hips then began to work out of her. Feeling her relax a little he began slamming into her in short thrusts that had her rocking on the back of the seat. Stopping he reached up with his cock buried deep in her snatch and removed her top and undid the clasp of her bra. "Take it off" Came his gruff voice as she lay there trying to catch her breath. Doing as he said she took off her bra with her breasts crushed on the back of the scratchy surface of the seat. His large hands reached under her and cupped her full breasts as he began to pound into her again. Rick gripped her nipples and began to pull and twist them roughly. Taking his right hand off her breast he brought it down to her shaven mound and began to caress her clit, eliciting loud moans from Cara as she began to press herself into his hand and onto his cock as it impaled her. Rubbing her clit with his strong fingers he began to feel her pussy tighten on his cock as she began to climax. Panting one long drawn out word escaped her lips, "Gggoooddd!" With that Rick pumped harder into her tight hole, never letting up his ministrations on her clit and with one final trust he came deep inside her pumping his cum into her hot body. Slumping over her torso resting his weight on his arms beside her sweaty body, he gently kissed her shoulders and her neck. 

Sliding out of her, sweat covering their bodies he pulled his boxers and jeans up into place. "Holy shit." Cara murmured watching him pull himself back together, still leaning half naked on the seat. Reaching for her bra and shirt and putting them back on. Rick grabbed her by her hair as she went to pull up her underwear and pants, lifting her face to his, and crushed his mouth back onto hers. Quickly dipping his fingers into her dripping pussy, gathering a mixture of their secretions until he heard her moan and brought the tangy sweet liquid to her lips, without him having to tell her what to do she took his fingers into her mouth and licked them clean. 

He watched grinning as she fixed herself and they exited the van.



Rock Star Ch. 02



Taylor woke up feeling groggy and sore, his mom was standing next to his bed. He closed his eyes, and listened to her and the doctor discussing what he should do, and not do in the following months.

His mother noticed that he is awake, "hi darling, how are you feeling?"

His voice sounded strange to his own ears when he replied softly, "I'm fine mom, can you get me a glass of water please."

The doctor moved to the side of the bed, "Welcome back to the land of the living Mr. Miles, we will have you up and running in no time at all."

Taylor looked at him, "running?"

"Yes young man, you will never become the star athlete you once were with your damaged knees, but you will be able to run and walk normally, as soon as your leg muscles develop enough."

Taylor's eyes brightened, "how long do you reckon Sir?"

"Well that all depends on you young man, if you follow the program, in about six or seven months you can throw away those crutches, and walk normally on your own."

"Six months," Taylor replied despondently.

"Yes, about six months. The crushed bones have healed nicely, and your leg muscles will heal and build three times as quick, so a year from now, your lower body will easily match your upper body in look and strength."

Taylor's face expression became resolute, "don't worry about that Sir, I will exercise every single day."

The doctor smiled, "I know you will, just take it easy in the beginning okay."

"Sure thing Doc, I promise."

Since it was November, and with everyone studying and writing end of year exams, most of the usual student hot spots would be empty. Frank told Taylor to concentrate on his studies and getting better. Paul can play the guitar, so they could handle things without Taylor. The first month after the operation, Taylor took it easy, and kept to the doctors strict exercise routine, he had allot of studying to do so he concentrated on that.

December the campus closed, so everyone went home, and away for the holiday's. Taylor increased his exercising routine after the first month, and although it was very painful, he was determent to be off the crutches in less than six months.

The day after Christmas, he was busy exercising in the basement, when a "holy shit," behind him, made him realize that he wasn't alone. His mother and sister were visiting family in another town, leaving him on his own. He was busy on the rowing machine, his shirt off, and his upper body muscles flexing with every movement, when Jenny surprised him. 

"Oh...hi Jenny, if you can just give me a moment I will be upstairs in a flash."

Jenny could not believe her eyes, the timid mouse Taylor, the man with the golden fingers that makes a guitar sing, is ripped. She enjoyed the sight of his muscles moving, as he hastily pulled a T-shirt over his head. She wanted to cry out, "no, leave the shirt," but then it was too late. He always dressed in large baggy clothes, the pants being baggy she could understand, he had to wear them to get over the leg braces, but why the large shirts. She knew he had to be strong to handle dragging his lower body around, but she never suspected that he was build this nicely. She liked the shy younger man right from the start, he is very attractive, but Laura warned her that Taylor has a very low self-esteem. To get him talking was worse than interrogating a suspect.

She knows that he was in a car accident, and that's why he is crippled, but allot of people all over the world faced the same difficulties everyday, and they rose above their disabilities. Jenny thinks it is just sad the way that he keeps on cutting himself off from the world. He is a very talented musician, but wastes it by always hiding in a corner. She loves flirting with him, trying to draw him out, but nothing penetrates the thick armor he has around him. A few girls have come up to her, asking about him, but knowing him, she told them to stop wasting their time, and go fuck someone more accessible.

Taylor worked his way up the basement stairs, and found Jenny helping herself to orange juice from the fridge. She turned around, gave him a good looking over, before asking, "You want some juice, I hope you don't mind that I helped myself?"

"Yes please," he replied, while making his way to the other side of the kitchen counter, so that she could not see his legs.

Jenny watched in fascination as the muscles on his arms moved, while he maneuvered himself to the other side. His T-shirt wasn't big or loose hanging like the normal ones he wore, and his well-defined upper body is clearly on display under the tight material. She pored him a glass of orange juice, before saying with a smile, "you stink, want me to help you clean up?"

Taylor smiled, used to her playful flirting by now, "no, but thanks for the offer, were you looking for Laura?"

"No, I said to myself, where can I find a nice looking bloke to play with, then immediately thought off you." When she got no response, Jenny continued, "I'm joking, we have a New Year gig, and Frank wants us to start practicing today."

"A New Year gig, at which club?"

"That's the good news; we are going to play at the football stadium, for ten thousand screaming fans." She handed him a flyer advertising the New Year party, displaying the different bands, and DJ's performing on the night.

"After scanning through it he asked, "Ten thousand you say, where are they going to get those numbers?"

"Well last year more than ten thousand turned up...oh I forgot, you guys only moved here this year. It is the best party of the year, people from all over attends, it is fantastic. Last year we had such a good time, and 'The Crow's were headlining, this year it is 'Culture." Taylor watched his face light up with excitement.

"Shit you mean we are going to be on the same stage as 'Culture,' that will be fucking fantastic. Do you think they will sign a T-shirt or something?"

Jenny laughed, "Fuck signing a T-shirt, we will be mingling with them all night backstage, I'm taking my camera."

"Wait...what the hell are we going to sing?"

"We are only on for thirty minutes, don't worry, we have enough material to keep the crowd going." Jenny emptied her glass; she knew where this was going. "Taylor just fucking relax, this is a great opportunity for us, do not spoil it with your stupid insecurities."

Taylor replied angrily, "I was only asking, no reason to get excited?"

Jenny knew him better, "I know you and your aversion to people. Why someone as talented as you would sit and hide himself in a corner I don't know. There are lots off musicians performing with disabilities, what makes you so fucking different?" 

Taylor had a hard time controlling his anger, he calmed himself knowing she must have been listening to Laura gain, before replying," tell Frank I will be there at the usual time, now if you would please excuse me?"

Jenny bit down on her lip in frustration, "Taylor I'm sorry..."

Taylor was already halfway down the stairs by then, "seven Jenny, I will see you all at seven."

Jenny wanted to just grab him and bash his head against the wall, she was still standing there thinking about it when the front door opened and Taylor's mom and sister walked in.

"Oh hi Jenny, are you here to have your dirty little way with my brother," Laura asked with a smile. The look on the other woman's face took only a moment to register. "What is wrong, are you okay?"

Jenny reply was full of anger and hurt, "hi Mrs. Miles, Laura...I don't know if I want to scream or cry."

Laura grabbed Jenny by the arm, pulling her towards the stairs that led to the upper bedrooms, "come with me girl, doctor Laura will sort you out."

Inside Laura's bedroom, she pushed Jenny down into a seated position on her bed, and locked her door. "Now tell me what my brother did to make you so upset?"

"We have this once in a life time chance to play at a huge gig, and all your brother worries about, is who will see him walking around on crutches. I just wish he would get over his injuries and join life."

Laura grabbed her photo album, "I want to show you something."

Looking at the pictures of Taylor in the album, Jenny almost did not recognize Taylor. "Wow, he looks so different with his hair short...and happy."

Laura nodded, "Yes that is Taylor three years ago, before the accident, look here, can you believe it is the same person?" The picture Laura mentioned was of Taylor looking like the average high school jock in his school athletics jacket.

"So he was a normal teenager once...I prefer his new look though, give me a rocker anytime."

"There is more to the story, than just him being in a car accident. My father died in that car crash, and all Taylor's hope and dreams too."

"Oh I'm so sorry..." Jenny interrupted, but Laura just shook her head.

"Taylor at seventeen years of age broke the national hundred meter sprint record. He was going to the Olympics the next year, representing our Country, you might not recognize the name Taylor, but he is actually called Christopher Taylor Miles...as in Chris Miles."

"Holy fuck, now I know who you are talking about, shit I'm so sorry about your dad, and Taylor."

"It is okay, we miss my dad allot, but we miss the happy Taylor even more. After the accident, things would have been much better if it was not for his so-called friends. I never knew people could be so hateful and jealous of another person's success. Okay, Taylor had a slightly over inflated ego, but the way the kids treated him after the accident, was just horrifying. They were happy to see him down, broken and miserable."

"Was it really that bad?"

"I can go on for hours telling you about the way they mocked him, calling him names like Forrest Gump and so on. The tricks they played on him, sometimes even causing him injury. Taylor swore me to secrecy; my mother was in a heel of state herself, just loosing her husband, needing to look for a job again, so we kept what was going on at school to ourselves."

"Fucking bastards, people are like that, you know. Everyone wants to be rich and famous, and if they cannot get there, they will cling on to those who might get there, and get recognition from knowing such a person. Inside though, they hate the other person, and would like nothing better than to see him fail, and when they fail, it is all about rubbing that person's failure back in his face. I hate fuckers like that," Jenny exclaimed heatedly.

"To protect himself from the ridicule, he did what any other person would do; he crawled into a corner, and stayed out of the public's eye. The newspapers actually blamed my father for the accident, not some tired truck driver, and Taylor swore that he would never place our mother in that position again."

"What do you mean by that?"

"My mother loved my father, we all loved him. To see his name blackened in newspapers around the Country was almost too much for her to handle. Worst of all, was the fact that Taylor wanted to go to the meet in the old Ford. He and my dad spent hours restoring that car, and he begged my father to use the Ford. My father did not want too, but he never could say no to Taylor, so Taylor blames himself not only for the bad press, but also for my father's death."

"Shit, now I'm beginning to understand, but damn, he has so much talent, the world needs to hear him play that guitar, it makes me wet listening to him."

Laura laughed, "wait until you hear him sing girl, he makes Paul sound like choir boy."

"What, do you mean he has a singing voice too?"

"Yes, but just hold it, don't you dare say anything. If we tell Frank, Taylor will leave the band, I know him, so just shut it."

"Okay, my lips are sealed."

"His playing with the band means a great deal to me and my mother, we do not want him to crawl back into his dark cell. I would love to see him center stage though, so lets not push him too much, just small pokes everyday, if you get what I mean." 

"Yeah, he is really good, and with us girls looking after him, giving Mr. Taylor a shove in the right direction, he will be famous once again one day," Jenny said with a smile.

"I agree with you sister, but he does not see it that way, so all I'm asking, is please give him time. In a year or so when he is up and running, Taylor will become the old Taylor again."

Jenny looked deep in thought for a moment, "Mhmmm...all he needs to do is take that shirt of his off, the girls would probably wet their panties just from the sight of that."

Laura laughed, "when did you see him with his shirt off?"

"Today when I walked in on him exercising, I did not get to see much though, but damn the little I saw was fine."

"I must agree with you there girl, if he wasn't my brother I would've popped his cherry long ago."

Jenny looked dumbfounded, "don't tell me your brother is still a virgin, how is that possible?"

"Well he was sixteen going on seventeen when the accident happened, and after that he became a recluse, that's why. Please keep this a secret, he will kill me if he finds out I spilled the beans."

With a smile and a twinkle in the eye Jenny replied, "his secret is safe with me, but I'm not promising that I wont take advantage."

Later when Taylor walked past his sister's bedroom, he could still hear the two girls laughing and chatting inside.



Rock Star Ch. 02



Once the new recordings were pressed on a CD and uploaded on i-tunes the band prepared for another tour. 

Mark their manager set up a month long trip, one long leg rather than many little ones like the last tour. Interest in the band was growing and it was easier to get consistent gigs.

Mark came and asked Payton to have a business meeting before their first show of the new tour.

"Payton I want to talk to you about your look." Mark said closing the door to her dressing room. "The songs are much more sexual now, and you are very beautiful. You have this girl next door look going right now, but your singing isn't like that anymore."

"You want me to sleaze it up?" she asked, unsure of how she felt about that.

"Naw. Nothing slutty. That isn't you. But something more sexual somehow. More in keeping with the sound. A more experienced manger would probably know what to do, but you are the first female singer I've worked with and I like you too much to make you into a commodity. But we need to find a new thing."

"I get it. I'll think about it. I'll look online for some ideas, and I think you should do that too. I already feel like I'm 'in character' out there, so we can massage that and find something appropriate."

"Yeah. Great. That is the spirit. I love the new sound; let's get the look in line with that." He let himself out.

Looking in the mirror at her straight hair and t-shirt and jeans she saw what Mark was talking about. Payton still looked like a girl in her parent's garage practicing her craft. Now she was a woman out on the road supporting a second independent album. One with a focused sexualized vibe. She needed to support that sound.

Rummaging through her suitcase she saw that she had very little that would work for the stage persona she was looking for.

Doing her best she dressed and did her hair and make-up with the thought of being as sexual as she could with the wardrobe she had. 

Payton went out on stage that night in a mini skirt with fishnet stalking and a short sleeved button up shirt with a few extra buttons undone. Her bright red bra was clearly visible in the open space between the undone buttons and she felt scandalous knowing her minimal cleavage was on display.

Her hair was more teased up and her make up a little more sexual. She shadowed her eyes more, and gave herself longer lashes, and brighter cheeks. She wore a crimson lipstick that matched her bra and the woman singing the songs that night looked a few years older and more overtly sensual. 

Within two songs a crowd of men lined the edge of the stage, and she felt like an exhibitionist. Bending down as she sang, Payton let the men see the swells of her breasts. Lifting a leg up onto the monitor she had in front of her she gave them a glimpse under her skirt at the panties that matched the bra she wore. 

All through the first set Payton sang and teased both her audience and the men in the band, who were all watching this new version of their singer closely. 

Payton spent more time posing and letting her audience watch her than ever before. She strutted the stage and emulated all her favorite rock stars by engaging the crowd and the band in new and exciting ways. The whole enterprise had her feeling amazing and aroused. 

By the time the first set was over she was wet with desire. Showing off like that was getting her really horny.

Taking a break, the band scattered after slapping each other on the back and laughing at how amazing the energy in the room was.

As she leaned against a wall to the side of the stage Payton caught her breath and marveled at the great reaction everyone was having to her performance. 

A handsome man in his early thirties approached her with two clear bottled beers and offered her one.

"You guys are amazing. You are such an incredible singer." He said over the sound of background music in the room.

She stood up straight, took the beer and looked at the bottom to see if anything was dissolving in the bubbles. She didn't need to be spiked. "Thank you."

"Your music is incredible. Did you write those songs?"

"I did. Me and the guitar player."

"Are they about him?"

"They are about a lot of things." She replied evasively. Was he hitting on her?

"Well they are about sex, that is for sure."

"Sometimes." She leaned back against a wall letting herself enjoy the beer, which she only sipped.

"Look," he said, "I'll be straight with you. I would love to spend the night with you. You are rocking my world. I'm hoping you don't have a thing going with that guy, but if you do please just let me down easy and tell me before I fall in love and make a fool of myself."

Payton laughed at his earnest delivery, and he grinned back. Feeling squishy between her legs she impulsively did something she couldn't believe she was doing.

"How would you like to give me head?" she asked, shocked at her own audacity. 

"Really?" He gaped. "I would love that!" 

"Okay. That's all though. I still have two more sets and don't have much time. But I need to get off right now." 

"Wow! Sure!"

"Come on then." 

Leading him back to her dressing room Payton was reeling from what she was doing. She felt clear and sober, but her pussy was dripping and burning for some attention making her do something she would never normally do. 

Closing the door behind him she went to a counter by the sink in the little room. The man came up beside her and put his beer bottle down next to her. Sinking to his knees he looked up at her, eager but waiting patiently. 

Payton unzipped her skirt and pulled it off, she pulled off her fishnets and then, trembling nervously, she pulled down her panties. Never in her twenty years had she had sex with a stranger, and certainly not in such a transactional way, but the need to get off, and the thrill of using this handsome man to do it was far too intoxicating not to do. 

Lifting her leg up onto the counter she exposed herself lewdly to this complete stranger. The man sighed and leaned forward and began to lick around the larger lips of her soaking snatch. Moaning softly with pleasure Payton was thrilled to be so vulgar, so lewd. 

As the man warmed to his activity he began to lap and slurp on her delicate inner lips driving her mad with lust. He brushed her sensitive sex with his chin and mouth, licking her slit greedily.

His technique was good and he had her quivering with passion in moments. Feeling her lust build excitingly, Payton felt music burbling up in her throat. Reaching for her phone on the counter Payton opened her voice memo ap and began to sing into it. 

The man looked up from where he nuzzled her sex and he smiled at the sight of her singing a song he was helping her make. 

The tune explored her carnal pleasure at using a stranger. Odd bits of lyrics relating the obscenity of her position and situation bubbled out of her gasping mouth. The man licked her clit and plunged his tongue into her depths and she sang about it. She wailed along with his lashing tongue and created a new melody as her orgasm built up. 

When the man slid a finger inside her and curled it around to touch her g-spot she lost all ability to sing and she shouted her climax into her machine. Her body clenched and released in a special rhythm only it knew the reasons for, and Payton rode the waves of delight as she pressed her hips forward urging her lover to dive deeper and please her more. 

Eventually her orgasm passed and she gasped from the pleasure as her body trembled with gratification.

Shivering with delight she pushed his face from her tender pussy and smiled down at him.

"Thank you." She said simply.

"No. Thank you. I hope that song makes it onto the next album. I feel immortalized." 

Wiping his chin for him with her hand she smiled happily. 

"I bet it will. That was inspiring."

She then dressed again and washed her hands. Drinking some more of the beer she gestured for him to leave. "I have to get back out there. My turn at the merchandize table." 

They left, her on slightly unsteady legs and him with a grin from ear to ear. 

A brief stint at the merchandize table and the many compliments from the people buying their t-shirts and CD's made Payton feel almost as good as the orgasm had. 

The rest of the night went just as well. The crowd loved the second and third sets, the bar full and rowdy as the band ripped through their new numbers driving the crowd into a rock and roll frenzy. 

Dripping sweat from the aggressive, energetic show the band met backstage and congratulated each other on giving their all. Feeling like rewarding herself for both a fantastic show, and for pushing her own sexual boundaries Payton went back into the bar with the band for a couple drinks. Something she rarely did.

As the band sat at a table in the back of the room, trying to keep things private even though a crowd of well-wishers and women and men blatantly offering a night together gathered trying to get the band's attention. The band toasted their joy at being young and popular.

The guys were overjoyed at having Payton join them and she regretted it when she felt the fatigue in her voice demand she go someplace quiet and rest.

When she got home she listened to the recording of her and the unknown man make music together. The song was great, and Payton transposed it to guitar while listening to it over and over. 

The sound of the man slurping on her pussy was clearly audible and by the time she was done she was as horny as she had ever been. 

Payton listened for Dylan coming home, and when she did hear him come down the hallway laughing, he was accompanied by feminine giggles and she felt disappointment that he wasn't alone. 

Instead of fucking her guitar player she turned off the light and went to sleep, hearing the sound of sex through the wall and wishing she were the one having it not that unseen woman. 

Payton felt her libido growing stronger as the tour progressed. More comfortable with each other Dylan and she were more able to disengage from their sexual rendezvous and follow other lusts. He returned to sleeping with other girls after some shows, and Payton started taking the odd guy home as well, unwilling to go without having her needs met while Dylan indulged his desires

Still they came together every few nights and wrote music while fucking, new songs pouring out of them like wine. The old system of sharing her room with one of the other band mates while someone hooked up with a new lover continued. Only now all the guys were getting more action, not just Dylan. 

So it came to pass that occasionally Dylan was the one seeking refuge in Payton's room. At least as far as the other guys knew. In actual fact he used this as a cover to spend the night with Payton. They used these nights to fuck and write new music. 

As the tour progress the band grew tighter, and more proficient at adapting the new songs the pair of writers was bringing in, and Payton struggled over how to best present herself onstage.

Looking for a new style for her stage persona Payton grew frustrated not knowing what look would be best. Finally she turned to the guys in the band and Mark their manager. Inviting them to her room one afternoon she stood before them in a bathrobe.

"I'm having a tough time find the right look. I need to know from you as men what aspects of my body are good for showing off and what aren't. Okay? But be kind. Objective, but kind. I'm really putting myself out there on this one. But be as objective as you can. This is about work" She dropped the robe revealing her body in a small bikini. 

"Oh I'm objectifying." Neal quipped.

"Nope," Jed corrected dryly. "Objective, not objectify."

Blushing, but eager for input, Payton turned slowly showing them her lean limbs, her perky butt, her toned stomach and her small, firm breasts.

The guys were silent, staring at her, and she grew even more self-conscious. 

Seeing her extremity Dylan chimed in.

"I think your stomach is amazing. You look like a bikini model the way it is so tight and muscular, but it's still super feminine. So show that as much as you can."

"Yeah." The other guys chorused. 

"And your tits! They rock!" Neal shouted.

Farid said, "This is hard. You look amazing. I had no idea your body was so rocking!" 

Mark stood up and moved nearer. "This could really change the direction of the band guys. A sexy female singer will get a lot of attention. I encouraged her to find something, but it will mean that if you guys get popular or even famous she will become the defacto spokesperson for the band. Everyone will want to talk to her. Are you okay with that?"

"Well," Jed started, "I feel that you have already been a huge force of change, change for the better Payton. We get far more bookings, more attention and a better reaction with you up front than we did before. So if you were to become more of the focus I'm okay with it. Just remember we aren't a backing band. We all bring something to the table." 

"Of course! " Payton enthused. "Without Dylan this new sound wouldn't have happened. You guys are great, and I don't want people to think that we don't all contribute."

"Cool." Farid said. "But you could dress in rags and look good."

"We do need to make a choice though about all of your looks, not just for Payton." Mark said. "You guys don't sound like a grungy garage band anymore. The sound is slick, and sharp and unique. You should think about looking like that yourselves." 

"So no dick socks?" Neal asked with a grin.

"No." Dylan said. 

"I'm thinking I might need a designer to help me." Payton said. "I want a new look. Something a bit pin-up, and a little athletic, so I can keep running around." 

"Sounds good." Mark began to pace. "We have a bit of a nest egg for something. I thought it would be for promotion, but in a way that is what this is."

"How much?" Farid asked.

"We have three thousand for... something. We could get you all an outfit for the shows, but a designer will be more."

"Can I get an advance from my earnings out of that and just call it my own thing?" Payton asked.

"I'd rather it were a band expense, unless you are going to dress like... whatever this is... all the time." 

"Too much work. No it will be for shows only." 

"So let's keep it in the band budget. I'll look at the books and allocate a new heading for costumes. It will be no problem, just not a lot of cash right away. Sound good everyone?"

They all agreed. 

Payton found a designer she liked online and began to commission outfits. On a two day break from gigs she flew out to the city where the designer was and the ladies created some great ideas for Payton. 

The new album began to sell more and more on i-tunes and after the shows. They had to get another pressing of the CD done for sale at shows.

The costumes arrived and Payton showed them to the band. They loved them. The guys gushed at the sexual looks of the costumes, and each had a favorite style that she wore, enthusing that this was going to get them a lot more attention. 

The first night with the new more stylish look Payton wore a top that was made to look like a dress shirt and vest, but the top was short, stopping halfway down her lean stomach, the open collar plunged down between her breasts, and the vest had garter clips that attached to her pants hinting at a lingerie look. The pants were skin tight and stretchy. They were open along the outside with laces crisscrossing over the side of the exposed legs showing her taut muscles. Her footwear was high leather boots with motorcycle heels and square toes. She did her hair in classy ringlets as if for New Year's Eve, and her make-up was sultry and shadowy with a bedroom sexiness. 

She looked gorgeous. The band loved it.

So did the audience. 

The guys all found a look. Farid in suits, Dylan in leather and vests, mostly bare-chested and bare-armed. Jed went Hipster with hats and sweaters, and Neal decided on a seventies look with open shirts and tight jeans. 

The next few weeks they sold out show after show. The tour stretched on and on, way past the original month long tour. First they were in bars, then bigger clubs and then in college ballrooms. They moved into bigger and bigger venues, starting in places that held a couple hundred guests, then moving up to five hundred seat venues. And the album sold very well. They had to do a third pressing, and radios were starting to play them everywhere they went. 

Their Twitter account and facebook pages overflowed with compliments. Photos of Payton from live shows were shared everywhere. 

Calls from labels started coming in. It felt as if Fame were rushing up to meet them.

A big part of the new excitement over them was the look of the band. Payton had three outfits that she rotated nightly. The vest look, a sequined flapper dress that was cut high enough to show her garters, and low enough to show her slight cleavage, and her favorite, a burlesque style outfit with stockings that ended just above the knee that had big bows on them. She wore a tiny skirt that couldn't possibly cover her satin panties, and a corset that cut away below the breasts. She wore a gauzy bra over her slight breasts and part way through the show, in one particularly sexy number, she unveiled that it was a breakaway bra that easily pulled off to reveal nipple tassels over her otherwise bare breasts. 

This outfit got the most reaction, from both men and women. The crowds grew bigger and louder and she grew more confident. Payton was more overtly sexual on stage now, allowing the raunch of the songs to push her to nastier actions; sliding her satin covered crotch along the metal of her mic-stand, simulating fellatio on Dylan during his guitar solos, and making out with men and women in the audience from the stage.

Their shows grew racier, more exciting, and larger. 

They were becoming successful. 

And through it all Dylan and Payton got together to write songs and fuck each other silly.

The two of them explored many different positions while recording themselves, and songs flowed from their lovemaking sessions.

One night in a small college town Payton and Dylan retired to her room so that Jed could spend an evening with a lovely college student. They crawled into bed, pressed record on her voice memo ap and after some hot foreplay Payton straddled Dylan wedging his erection between her slippery pussy lips. Without letting him penetrate her opening she slide his cock along the groove of her sex, her delicate folds spreading over him, kissing his erection. Sitting astride his pole Payton ground her clit down onto him and periodically ran her nether lips along his length, teasing them both.

Letting her hands roam over her own body, clutching her small breasts and playing with her hair, she put on a show for her lover, while bringing herself closer to orgasm. 

Then the music began to cascade out of her, tapping into all the joy, passion and lust she was feeling at that sublime moment. 

Singing her feelings Payton writhed atop the long hard cock between her slick lips and Dylan, overcome with the joy of seeing her like this began to massage her legs, then up her body to her breasts where he groped and massaged her, pulling on her nipples and pinching them in time with the gorgeous new song she was creating. 

Payton undulated atop his cock, still not succumbing to the need to be filled by him, and her song spoke of the joy of waiting for that glorious moment of completion when two lovers are finally joined as one. 

The song was an anthem of young lust, need and the joy of desiring someone. Dylan was taken out of the moment as he realized this new song was one of Payton's best. He stared up at the gorgeous woman squirming on top of his hard on and he was awed by how well Payton was capturing the moment. She was isolating the feelings of a young lover on the brink of consummating an aching passion and it sounded primal and perfect. 




Rock Star Ch. 02



Then Payton laughed at her own pleasure and lifted up her hips, giving herself room to engulf Dylan in the warmth of her sex. She sat down on him, still singing, and she plunged down onto his manhood ensconcing him within her wetness. 

Simply along for the ride Dylan lay back and let this sexy pixie ride him to her bliss, her mouth open and wailing music good enough to challenge any pop song he had ever heard for perfection.

Within moments Payton was in such a rapturous place her singing became inarticulate moaning and Dylan felt his own orgasm building beyond his ability to withstand. Staring at Payton as she yowled with total sexual abandon Dylan felt his climax erupting from deep within and as he unloaded his jism inside his song writing partner. He felt such utter joy that he knew he was falling a little bit in love with the most amazing woman he had ever met.

After they came down from the high of their orgasms the two musicians began the process of capturing Payton's musical deluge into a more condensed rock song. 

Even before they were close to done they both grinned at each other knowing this song was the best they had ever written. Payton shaped the words she had screamed into a cleaner, more impressionistic poetry that hinted at, rather than detailing the force of nature young love can be. With each phrase Dylan marveled at her song writing capabilities. Payton was becoming more and more of a poet and it inspired him to choose more intelligent chord progressions, which still rocked. 

This went on all night, and the next two days. They met up and honed the song, working the parts, the movements, and the words into a diamond of a song, polishing all the facets they could before presenting it to the rest of the band. 

The group were very impressed, immediately beginning to create their parts of the overall song. Soon they introduced it to a crowd and the audience loved it as much as the band did. The catchy anthemic chorus gave them something to sing along with, even that very first time, and it became the climax of the live shows before a week had passed.

Yet the two songwriters didn't rest on their laurels. 

With her phone recording everything, Payton howled out new music whenever she could in her hotel room while Dylan slammed his cock deep inside her. Perhaps he would be bending her over a chair one night, or she might be sucking his balls as he strummed his guitar trying to find a solo for one of their steamy numbers. 

He might fuck her from behind while she noodled on a keyboard, singing her delight at his use of her body, or she might sing openly while he licked her steaming slit to feverish orgasm. 

All and all they were young creative and endlessly horny from night after night of exposing themselves physically, emotionally and spiritually in front of rooms full of strangers. 

And those strangers understood that something special was happening. The music was amazing. It spoke of the same passion, need and yearning that each of them had as well. The need to connect, to feel, to experience life as richly as movies and songs had always told them they should. 

This band and these songs touched a nerve that flared brightly whenever the band strode the stage sharing the desire the two songwriter had for each other and their fans. 

The tour stretched longer as new booking from farther afield came in. 

Payton's dreams were coming true.



Rock Star Ch. 03



**This is the third story of "Rock Star," all characters are fictional, though many are based on close friends who have been informed they are part of my stories. Thank you so much to everyone for their comments and suggestions. Don't forget to vote and leave comments I love to hear from you!**

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Cara couldn't believe what had just happened, she certainly hadn't thought anything like that would have happened, not tonight anyways. He'd been so forceful with her, slamming his body into hers. It was like one of the fantasies that he'd described to her. Her breasts ached from being crushed against the seat, and were tender as she put her clothing back on, aware that Rick was watching her intently as she dressed. They exited the van together, and Rick took her hand in his as they walked into the back of the bar. 

A couple of his band members stood inside the back door, waiting for their bassist to enter the bar so the show could begin. They took one look at Cara's flushed face, and a look at Rick's grin and knew that they should be "careful" loading equipment later on. Rick took a moment to bring Cara close and kissed her in front of his friends, and making a point to press himself against her. One of the guys cleared his throat and brushed past them. 

"I have to get on stage now. Why don't you sit at the table over there." Rick said breaking their kiss and smiling down at her. 

"Ok," she said and standing on tiptoe to whisper in his ear. " I'm just going to freshen up a bit" and walked in the direction of the ladies room.

***

Cara looked in the mirror and took a paper towel from the dispenser and ran it under cold water. Her face was flushed and warm, and the cool towel felt good. She took a few minutes to clean herself up before heading back out to the bar. She knew, that everyone knew what she and Rick had been up to, but she still didn't want to feel clammy. She could hear the music begin through the door, and made her way out and walked to the table that Rick had asked her sit at. She noticed while sitting down with Rick's brother that the guy's girlfriends weren't there, probably a good thing, because they were friends with Crystal.

Rick watched as the red head came out of the bathroom and sat at the table with his brother. He had informed his brother on how much he liked her; he hoped that his brother and his girlfriend would be nice to her. He shifted uncomfortably in his shirt as his guitar strap settled into place. His skin was tacky as the sweat dried into his shirt and it was only bound to get worse as the band played. 

**

Cara was grateful as the band ended their set, as Rick kept looking at her from under his cowboy hat, which he had donned sometime during their set. She took the last swig of the Black Cherry Bacardi Twister she was drinking, and silently wished this place had alcohol and not just beer products, she would have been grateful for a shot of Jagermeister during the show. Instead she had to settle for the twister, and peeled its labels off. 

Rick watched as Cara drank her Twister and remembered why he hadn't offered her the Jagermeister he had stashed in the van. He hadn't had any himself; he had figured that they would need to be sober for what he had planned for when they got back to the apartment he rented, if he could get her to come back with him. He grinned as he watched her peeling off the labels on the glass bottle, they came off almost effortlessly and then she folded them over so they stuck to one another. 

**

After they had finished packing up the equipment, Rick went to the table that Cara and his brother's girlfriend sat. They were chatting about school and majors and whatnot, as he got closer both girls looked up at him. 

"Ready to head out?" He asked.

"I'll be outside." The other girl said getting up and walking out the back door of the bar.

"Yeah, I should be going. Long drive home and all." Cara replied, standing up.

"You know you could stay at my place. It is a lot closer." He said wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close.

"Mmm, I could. What's in it for me?" She asked, grinning at her cheesy question, and putting her arms around his neck.

"A whole lot of where earlier came from." He replied in a husky voice and leaned in to kiss her. The kiss was gentle and teasing, and his hands found their way from her waist to her ass. He pulled her close and pressed his body hard into hers, letting her know exactly what was to come. Releasing her from the kiss he said, "Follow me, ok?"

"Ok" Was all the red head could muster, feeling Rick's semi hard cock pressing against her. She didn't know where this was coming from: her need, her want for someone to take control and tell her what to do. All she knew was that Rick was doing a good job so far, maybe it was the inclusion of alcohol that made her want him more but she was wet again just thinking about what would happen back at his apartment. 

***

Driving behind Rick's van was torture to Cara as her jeans rubbed her panties into her wet slit. The drive wasn't long and Cara rolled down her window to get some fresh air, and to help ease the heat that was rising back up within her.

***

Cara pulled into the apartment complex behind Rick, and found a spot labeled "guest" fairly easily. She locked up her car and headed in the direction of Rick's van. When she got there he was pulling out his guitar case to take back up to the apartment. Rick looked up from his equipment as Cara got close and set the case on the ground and shut the door of the van. The two quickly made their way up the stairs of the complex and Rick opened the front door, the guitar case found a home next to the couch. 

Almost instantly his mouth found hers, the kiss gentle drawing a moan from Cara. His hands went straight to her shirt and lifted it over her head breaking their kiss for seconds. Their kisses and hands became more urgent as they worked each other's clothes off Rick guiding Cara towards the bedroom. By the time the reached the bed, clothes scattered the apartment and they were left naked and stroking their bodies into painful arousal. 

Rick threw back the comforter on the bed and guided Cara onto the remaining bedclothes. Settling next to her and propping himself on one arm, he began to run his remaining hand slowly up and down her torso cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples. He leaned in and kissed her again, this time pinching one of her nipples and drew a gasp from her. 

Growing impatient as Rick's slow ministrations aroused her further she grabbed his head and planted a more forceful kiss on his lips. Settling himself more comfortably between her legs he broke the kiss and grinning mischievously began a trail of kisses and nips down her neck and leading to her breasts. Cara bit her bottom lip as his tongue played with her hard nipples and arched her back as he bit down gently and pulled her nipple into his mouth.

**

At the beginning of the night Rick had every notion to bring her back to his apartment and just fuck the cute red heads brains out. They both needed it no doubt, but after what happened in the van, and how willing she had been, he wanted to have her so turned on she was begging, then he'd fuck her so hard that she was screaming his name. He knew she was close to her breaking point as he teased her nipples with gentle strokes, after she grabbed him in a kiss; he began more teasing with his mouth. He moved from her nipples, which were now red from his biting and sucking to her navel then down to her shaven mound. She had to have shaved that day, as she was so smooth. He smiled thinking to himself that she knew his fantasies all to well, as his tongue snaked along her folds. She was soaked with her juices, and he began lapping them up, enjoying how her body squirmed with every touch of his tongue. 

Teasing her clit with his tongue and ran two fingers from the bottom of her slit to her dripping hole and thrust them into her. Cara's breath caught in her chest and groaned as his thick fingers pushed into her tightness. Instinctively she pressed herself towards him as he began to withdraw and repeat the process. "Oh god baby, don-don't tease anymore. Please." She said gripping the sheets. 

"Tell me what you want."

"I want you in me,"

"I am in you," he said thrusting his fingers back up into her hot canal and sucking her clit into his mouth.

"Ahhh, fu-fuck me baby. Please, please." she moaned as her hips came up from the force of his fingers inside her.

He positioned his cock at her entrance and ran the head up and down her slit. Amazed at his restraint at this point he brought his lips to her ear, "You want this?" pressing the tip into her opening. "yessss," 

"OK," came his reply and in one swift motion he was buried in her canal up to the hilt and was pressing his pelvis against her. His motions were swift and deliberate as he withdrew almost completely and slammed back into her. Cara's legs wrapped around his thighs and grabbed the pillow under her head. Due to his teasing Cara reached her first climax quickly and shuddered violently as Rick continued to pound into her.

***

Once her first orgasm began to subside he withdrew his still hard cock from her and turned her onto her stomach and grabbed her ass and rammed himself into her and continued his assault on her pussy. Rick grabbed a handful of her hair in his fist and gently used it to pull her head back so he could hear her moans and quiet screams as he thrust into her. He used his right hand to rake his short nails up her ass and left red marks in their wake. Rick increased his pace as she groaned at his ministrations and pressed her ass back into him. He removed his hand from her hair and gripped her hips with both hands and began to pound into her. His balls smacking into her ass with every thrust, he could feel how close he was with every thrust into her. With one last thrust he spilled his cum into her quivering pussy as they both climaxed. 

**

When Rick had turned her over, she was sure he'd start spanking her. That plus fucking her from behind had come up in regular talks about fetishes, so she was surprised when he thrust back into her and grabbed her hair and just fucked her. Not that she minded, she loved the feel of his hard cock in her tight hole. She was covered in sweat by the time they climaxed together, and felt him begin to collapse on top of her with his cock still buried in her pussy. He withdrew though and moved onto his back next to her breathing heavy.

Cara turned and moved her body closer to Rick and they began to doze and the room began to chill she moved the comforter up to cover their naked bodies.

The could always move them out of the way when round three started...



Rock Star Ch. 03



Taylor and the rest of the band arrived early at the stadium Friday afternoon; they still had about four hours to go before it was their turn to perform. The band received ten backstage passes from the organizers, and since they carried their own equipment to and from every gig, they had four extra passes. They flipped a coin for the left over passes, and Taylor, Paul, Mike, and Shawn won, so they each could invite a guest. Taylor gave the pass to his sister, and the rest handed theirs to whom ever they wanted to fuck the most. The group made their way from the performer parking area, to the back of the stage in one trip, with everyone helping to carry their equipment. They did not need drums, so it was only guitars, keyboard, and a few other miscellaneous items. 

Behind the huge stage, an even bigger tent housed the performers of the day. Inside the huge tent there was food stalls, open bar, dressing rooms, and couches for the performers to sit on. There must have been over a hundred people milling about inside the tent, from performers to press and stage crewmembers. One of the organizer's staff guided them to an area marked 'Drudge,' and they quickly settled in. Off to their left was a closed section marked 'Culture,' and the most activity seemed to be centered around that area. Laura brought Taylor a plate of food, stacked high with the normal type of snacks, like chicken wings, sausages, meatballs and other cold meats, and a few beers. She and Jenny then went stargazing, while Taylor sat and watched the people inside the tent. 

He recognized a few other performers, not that they were famous, but he had seen some of their posters at the places their own band performed at. There were many girls backstage, the woman to man ratio about three to one, and saying that most of them were beautiful is an understatement. Like the three other girls that arrived with them, they were given backstage passes for one reason only, because they were every normal man's fuck fantasy. Just like any normal young twenty year old, Taylor thought allot about sex, but the moment he looked down at his legs, all thoughts of scoring left his mind. He still wore braces, but the plastic type, that could be removed by just un-strapping them. His baggy black colored jeans camouflaged the braces, but when he has to get up and move, there is no hiding the fact that he uses crutches to get from point A to point B.

The sudden stirring inside the tent was caused by the band Culture' arrival. Culture has two songs in the top twenty charts; they are a band on the rise, and the main reason ten thousand screaming fans came to the music festival. Their lead singer Amy Woodland, has been his secret masturbation fantasy for over two years now. She became famous as a child actor, who joined the band when she was seventeen, and from then on, they never looked back. Culture's first album was released earlier this year, and Taylor knew every song word for word. He wrote the new song that they were performing tonight, with Amy Woodland in mind. It is the type of song that suits her voice and their type of music genre to a T. Paul wasn't happy with the song, because Jenny has to sing most of it, with him doing the backup vocals for a change, but the rest of the band loved it, so he was overruled. 

While Culture made their way to their enclosed compartment, Frank joined Taylor on the couch.

"How you holding up Taylor, you need anything?"

"No thanks Frank, I'm okay, Laura and Jenny left me some food and a few beers, you want one," Taylor indicated to his stash of beers next to him on the couch.

"Not right now, maybe later bro."

Frank scanned the crowd, and gave a low whistle. "Fuck, but there is some hot talent on display here tonight."

Taylor smiled, "you are telling me, it looks more like the backstage of some Paris fashion show, than a music festival."

"So why aren't you out there chasing tail, "Frank asked with a smile?

"They are to fast for me, "Taylor replied with a hint of bitterness.

"I don't know why your injuries bother you so much, you are a good looking kid, and I know the ladies are interested, but each to his own I say. This may sound wrong no matter how I say it, but I thank our lucky stars every day that because of your injuries the other band decided not to take you. Their loss is our gain."

"Thanks Frank, I know you mean well. I like playing with you guys; it is the highlight of my day."

Frank laughed, "You poor kid, your life must be pretty shitty if you think mingling with us has-beens is a highlight."

"No really, I mean it, and don't pretend you are old jeez, you make me feel like a sixteen year old."

"Fuck I do feel old, in two years I'm turning thirty, Mike the year after that, and I know that you would never have guessed it, but Shawn is already thirty."

Taylor looked at Frank in disbelieve, "Shawn thirty, shit he looks younger than me."

"Yes he does, but never tell anyone okay, he likes it when the college girls think of him as some inexperienced virgin," Frank replied laughing.

"His secret is safe with me. So what do you think of Culture?"

"I know two of the guys in the band, and just like us, they caught a lucky break," Frank said looking serous.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, when Amy joined the band their fortunes changed, just like when you joined us."

"Oh come on Frank, you guys were doing okay long before I joined."

Frank shook his head, "no Taylor, I actually had a day job before you came along, and with Jenny also joining things has just got better and better."

"If you say so mate, Jenny knows how to draw a crowd."

"She only has eyes for you Taylor, when are you going to bang that piece of ass?"

Taylor laughed, "Yeah right, when are we going on?"

"That's the reason I came over here, we are the entertainment while Culture takes a break."

"What, are you fucking joking?"

"No, they do an hour set, then we do our thing, and then they finish with another hour set."

"Holy shit, do you think we can pull it off. Going on right after Culture is that a good thing?"

"Fuck yes; I want you to open with AC/DC's Hell's bells, while we set up the equipment. Then we will slowly fade out and start with Lonely Momma, and go on from there."

"Sure no problems I hope the crowd enjoys our new song, are we going to end with Rock me baby?"

"Yes, just like we practiced...we are going to kick ass tonight, don't you worry about that kid, "Frank replied with an assuring tone. 

While the afternoon changed into night, Taylor enjoyed watching the tent crowd. The screams of the main crowd, and the music the bands were playing could be heard drifting through the back entrance of the large tent. Some bands received better reception from the crowd than others, but everyone inside the tent were on a high, some from music, and other from drugs and alcohol. Laura and Jenny were enjoying themselves, and would turn up every half an hour or so, to make sure he did not need anything. Taylor told them not to worry about him, but they just ignored his pleas. A few girls joined him and made small talk about this or that band, but since he did not offer them promises of good times or drugs, they quickly drifted off. Just after nine that night, Culture went on stage, and the crowd went wild.

Culture was half way through their first set, when Frank gathered them all around. They made their way slowly to the back of the stage, so that they could be ready to go on the moment Culture finished. Taylor's chair was there, so he sat down and watched Ann performing. She was dressed in a tight white dress, black fishnet stockings, and knee-high boots. Her black underwear protruded seductively from underneath the white dress. The crowd looked much bigger than ten thousand from where he was observing, and they were rocking along with the sound of the band. The smell of marijuana, sweat and excitement filled his nostrils. Everyone in the band was wearing his or her 'Grudge' T-shirts, with dark colored jeans. Laura dressed similarly was the only one allowed backstage with them, because she carried his guitar, the other girls were left behind in the tent. 

Taylor heard the announcer say something, to the crowd, and then the members of Culture ran past them, it was their turn. The lights dimmed, and he slowly made his way up on stage, while Laura plugged his guitar into one of the amplifiers. He took his seat, quickly tuned his guitar, and Mike began the slow drumbeat for the intro. Taylor's hands began moving automatically, and the first note's of Hell's bells filled the night sky. The stage was still dark, but one by one, the lights turned on, first focusing on the drummer, and then on Taylor. The crowds reaction was instantaneous, they roared, screamed, and the night exploded with the sound of over ten thousand people cheering. By the time the cheering reached its peak, the band switched over to the first song, and the drone became even louder. Shawn, Paul, and Jenny danced all over the stage, and every time Taylor strummed a short solo out on his guitar, the noise from the crowd rose by a few decibels.

By the time they were halfway through their set, the sweat dripped off Taylor. It felt as if he was on a constant high, which kept the adrenaline pumping through his body. The lights were not helping much, their bright glare warming up his body temperature even more. Frank ripped of his T-shirt, threw it into the crowd, and they went mad. One by one the other band members followed suit, and Taylor was surprised to see Jenny rocking along to the beat, dressed in only a black bra, and jeans. She slowly moved over to him, and grabbed his shirt, with his hands full of guitar; she had his shirt over his head before he could stop her, and when he paused long enough, she ripped his shirt from where it was held captive by his left arm, and threw it into the crowd. The cool night air felt wonderful blowing across his overheated upper body, so ignoring the crowd; Taylor laid into his guitar, strumming out the notes.

Just as the song finished, Taylor saw with surprise, an almost naked woman running across the stage towards him. The only thing she had on, was a small yellow g-string, her large breasts swaying back and forth as she made a beeline straight for him. He lifted his guitar up into the air, starting the intro for the next song, as she grabbed him around the waist, pushing her sweaty breasts against him. Security personnel quickly grabbed her, but not before, she planted kisses all over his face and upper body. Taylor already semi-hard from the adrenaline pumping through his body, became even harder, his dick making a huge bulge in the front of his baggy jeans. He lowered his guitar to cover his obvious arousal, and then noticed Ann Woodland standing only a few feet behind him, her eyes intently watching his every move.

They must be nearing the end of their set, and the members from Culture were ready and waiting to take to the stage. His eyes met hers for one brief electrical moment, and he almost persuaded himself, that the look she gave him was filled with arousal. She quickly broke eye contact, leaving Taylor free to lower his eyes, and examine her lovely charms from close-up. Ann Woodland has a really nice body, the push-up black bra making her youthful breasts appear larger, than what they actually were. Her long boot encased legs were well toned, and shapely. She caught him staring this time, and he quickly looked away, trying to cover the blush spreading across his face. He looked up after a while, still red faced, and noticed her self-satisfactory looking smile, obviously knowing why he blushed. Taylor started feeling self-conscious, and the moment their second last song ended, he quickly indicated to Laura that she must bring him a shirt.

Taylor opened up the intro for the new song; it was a long solo with only his guitar and the drums for the first thirty seconds, before Jenny began the opening verses. He watched with amusement as Ann stopped Laura from throwing a T-shirt in his direction. Ann then took out her phone, and began slowly taking pictures of him sitting there with out his shirt on. Laura was obviously enjoying it, and Taylor could only sit and watch, as the two girls made funny obscene gestures, about how they wanted him to pose. He ignored them for a few moments, and concentrated on playing out the last few notes of the song. The lights dimmed, and the crowd roared their displeasure, but their set was finished. Taylor leaned down and unplugged his guitar from the amplifier, when he looked up Ann and Laura was standing very close to him.

"Would you mind signing my shirt...please?"

Taylor looked on in confusion not knowing what to say. "Sign her fucking shirt dummy," Laura replied laughing.

"I...erm...I don't..."

"Here you big baby," Laura handed him a black marker, "and close your mouth, you are dribbling all over the poor woman."

Ann pushed her midriff forward, and indicated with her hands, to a spot, just above her navel on the white top she was wearing, "If you can just sign here, I promise I would never wash this dress again, "she replied laughing.

Taylor still dumbstruck just sat there staring at the beautiful young woman, so Laura grabbed his hand, and pulled it towards where Ann indicated, "Just sign her dress stupid, the whole crowd is waiting."

With hands shaking, Taylor signed his name, taking care not to brush against anything improper. "Than you kindly, I will always remember this, "Ann replied with a smile, before handing him his shirt.

She made her way to the front of the stage, and Taylor got off the stage just in time before the lights lit up the whole stage. He looked at Laura, "what the fuck was that all about?"

Laura laughed, helping him get into his T-shirt, "she is an admirer, and she wanted you signature."

"Don't fuck around Laura, what did you tell her?"

She laughed even harder before replying, "I just told her that the first thing you said when you heard you guys will be sharing a stage with Culture, was that you would like them to sign you shirt or something."

"Knowing you, that's not all you said."

"Oh shut up you big baby, just enjoy the moment. Come on lets get backstage, everyone is waiting." Laura pushed him ahead of her into the tent, where the party was still going full swing.

The rest of the band, dressed once again in 'Drudge' T-shirts was ecstatic, jumping around, hugging each other. Frank handed him a beer, while Jenny jumped up and kissed him. It took a while for them to settle back to normal, and while they all sat and drank beer, first Paul, then Shawn described the atmosphere of being on stage in front of that crowd, to the rest of them. Taylor just sat back and relaxed, happily squeezed in between Laura and Jenny, feeling the adrenaline slowly draining from his body. Laura told them all about what happened after their set, between Ann and Taylor, which made them all laugh loudly when she described how dumbstruck Taylor was. Just before Culture finished their last song, Jenny and Laura disappeared, leaving Taylor happily alone with his own thoughts.

Thirty or so minutes later, while everyone was discussing where they were going for an after party, Laura appeared. "Come with me brother, I have a surprise for you."

Taylor followed Laura on his crutches, pushing his way through the crowd, and quickly realized that they were on their way to Culture's enclosed part of the tent. The security let them through without any hassles, and then Laura pulled him through the people on the inside towards a tent room at the back.

"Are you girls descent, can we come in, "Laura shouted to the occupants.

Jenny replied from inside, "yes Ann's finished dressing."

Taylor followed Laura inside, noticing Jenny and Ann sitting in front of a large mirror, busy removing Ann's dark makeup. "Hi girls, I brought a surprise."

Ann looked into the mirror back at Taylor, and cooed, "Oooooh, it is my hero, "with a smile on her face.

She had changed out of the skintight white dress with his signature on it, to a looser fitting little black number. "Grab a seat you guys, "Ann indicated to a large couch off to her left.

Taylor sat down, while Laura moved to sit on the other site of Ann. On his right was a table filled with flowers, food, and drinks, so he helped himself to a soda while watching the girls chat about makeup, and other girly stuff. Ann looked even better without all the dark makeup and Taylor sat and daydreamed while watching her clean her face.

"So are you the quiet dark handsome type?" Taylor was far away, and did not hear Ann's words immediately. 

Noticing all three girls looking at him, he knew he missed something, "I'm sorry, what was that?"

They all laughed at his obvious confusion, before Laura replied, "Taylor, Taylor...stop fantasizing for a moment, and pay attention."

Taylor blushed deep red, making the girls laugh even harder. "Oh sorry about that, I was reminiscing about tonight, and not listening."

"From the look on your face, all you are reminiscing about, is that hot topless blond chick rubbing herself all over you, "Ann answered with a smile.

While Taylor's face turned even redder, Jenny replied jokingly, "you dirty bastard, groping that poor defensive woman in front of thousands of on lookers, you should be ashamed!" 

"No, I...er...I..."

The girls screamed with laughter, enjoying his discomfort. "Do you mean to tell us, that this is the first time, a topless girl threw herself at you, kissing and sucking your face all over young man, "Ann asked?

"No but...I mean yes..."

With tears rolling down their faces, the three ladies did not even bother to listen to his reply. After they calmed down a bit, Ann stood up and sat down on the couch next to Taylor. Jenny filled glasses with ice-cold champagne, and Laura fell down on the other couch.

After handing them each a glass, Jenny raised her glass in a toast, "here is to Culture rocking the masses." 

"And to 'Grudge,' for keeping the crowd entertained while we took a break, "Ann quickly replied.

"Here is to Jenny for exposing her boobs, and making half the crowd cream their pants, Laura toasted.

"And last but not least, your brother who made me cream in my panties while watching him stroke his hard guitar, "Ann concluded. Taylor's red face caused another laughing session.

They all chatted away happily for ten minutes or so, discussing Culture's up coming tour, and Taylor even managed to get a few normal words in without stammering too much. One of the band members walked in, and asked, "Are you ready to go Ann?"

Ann nodded and got up, "it is time for me to run; you have my phone number Laura, so please ask your brother to give me a call, if he isn't too busy fighting off topless admirers, okay?"

"I will make sure Ann," Laura replied, giving her a hug.

Ann gave Jenny a hug also, and walked over to Taylor, "don't get up," and then leaned down and kissed him full on the mouth, for about five seconds. She caught him unprepared, and when he opened his mouth to breath, she quickly snuck her tongue inside, deepening their kiss.

She released him after thoroughly thrashing his mouth, and replied with a smile, "why Taylor, how can you take advantage of a poor tired little girl like me, shame on you."

His blushing caused another fit of laughter. Ann walked halfway out of the room before stopping. "Oh darn, I nearly forgot." She looked around the room, and then asked Laura, "do you still have that marker, I owe your brother a signed T-shirt?" 

Lara quickly rummaged through her bag, and produced the marker. Ann looked around the room still trying to find something to sign on, before she stopped with a smile on her face. "Wait I have just the thing."

To everyone's amazement, she reached under her short black dress, and pulled a little white g-string down to her ankles, before stepping out of them. She walked over to Taylor, and placed the soft material over his leg. "Oh I hope this marker will still write, under such wet conditions, "she said laughingly. 




Rock Star Ch. 03



After spreading the crotch part open, she wrote, 'Love Ann Woodland, phone me, and her telephone number'. She surrounded her message with a heart, and then showed the message to the other girls. After another bout of laughing, she leaned down and kissed him once more, placed the g-string inside his t-shirt, and left the room. 

Once Culture left, the party in the tent also fizzled out, and an hour later Laura and Taylor were dropped off at home. Taylor placed the small g-string inside a see through plastic bag, and hid it in his drawer with his memorabilia, but not before taking a deep sniff from the soft material. The smell intoxicated him, and he fell asleep after masturbating himself into almost a frenzy. Two rooms away Laura listened to the soft squeaking coming from Taylor's room, and with a satisfied grin, rubbed her clit until she also had an orgasm. 



Rock Star Ch. 03



Payton had her first threesome on this leg of the tour. 

Two gorgeous men approached her after the show and started speaking to her about how good her performance was. 

She had noticed them right away after the show started. All night they stood just off to one side of the stage; engaged by the music but not screaming and dancing down front with most people. They were both big, muscular, model looking types with chiseled features and hard bodies. She had been immediately attracted to them both, but she tried to continue to perform for the whole crowd.

Instead she had found herself giving much of her performance as if it were for them alone. 

She was wearing the burlesque outfit that night and after the show stood talking to them with just pasties covering her breasts, the corset covering her torso, and merely panties, garters, and stockings below her narrow waist. 

Sweat still trickled down her face and body from the crazy climax of the show. 

She and Dylan had traded guitar solos for over ten minutes making the place scream with the intensity of their music. 

Now, drinking water to sooth her tired voice, she felt her pussy begin to slather up as these gorgeous men flirted with her. Their eyes couldn't stay off her practically bare breasts and she was anxious for one of them to take her home. 

As they moved in closer and flanked her their hands began to stroke her arms and she realized either she was going to have to choose, or they wanted to share her. 

Falling into the same strange headspace she'd had with the first stranger she had used as a sexual release she simply told them. "Take me to my hotel." 

The men smiled and they all left. Payton didn't even bother to change; she walked out in her burlesque outfit, breasts bared but for her nipple tassels. 

In the car the one who wasn't driving, Nicolas was his name, began to kiss her and then lick her neck. Sighing and leaning back she gave herself to him. His hands peeled the tassels off her nipples painfully and then he set about cleaning them with his tongue. She was sure the sticky glue she used to hold the tassels on tasted terrible, but he didn't stop. 

The trip to the hotel was an adventure all on its own. Reclining in the backseat Payton indulged in having her breasts groped and licked as she sighed with pleasure. 

She could see Trent, the other man, watching her in the rear-view mirror, and she smiled knowing he was enjoying the show. Passing cars might be able to see what was going on, and she found she didn't care. Nicolas was getting her aroused enough that public nudity didn't even faze her. 

Entering the hotel Payton snuggled close to the two men, covering her mostly bare body with their large muscular forms. She still wore the corset, but her breasts were completely bare and her nipples grew as hard as diamonds as she risked being seen by the hotel staff or another guest.

Inside the elevator Trent began to kiss and lick her drenched panties and Nicolas continued groping and nibbling her breasts. Payton couldn't believe how she was behaving. She was being such a slut, and she loved it. 

No-one saw them, and she felt mildly disappointed when the door to her room shut denying her a witness to what was about to happen. 

The men pulled her to the bed and immediately stripped her of her clothes. Hands stroked her skin, and kneaded the muscles of her limbs stealing tension of one sort and replacing it with another. The sexual charge was palpable between the three of them. Mouths captured her nipples and lips licking and nipping her into a frenzy. 

Taking turns the gorgeous men took her mouth and kissed her delirious while the other removed his own clothes, giving her glimpses of sculpted bodies that made her tremble with desire. 

Nicolas was the second to finish stripping and when done he parted her thighs and buried his face in her sex. Payton arched back and sighed as his tongue explored her folds bringing her intense pleasure. 

Trent moved his mouth from hers and began to devour her breasts, licking and nibbling them with a desperation that made her squirm. It felt as if every part of her was being tasted or fondled and it was driving her into an ecstatic state. 

Unable to stay still and passively accept this attention she reached for her purse beside them on the bed and grappled for her phone. 

Her body trembled with passion as her nerves were overwhelmed with stimuli and it took all of her will to grope her phone out of her purse and get it recording her current bout of incredible sex. 

At last she had a recording going and she began to allow the magical music being created by this electrifying encounter to spill out of her throat. 

Reaching for the nearest cock she began to stroke it and sing her uninhibited song. Music translated her lust into song and the men looked at her from where they were bringing her to climax and smiled. 

The men returned their hands and mouths to her succulent body and within moments her songs devolved into animalistic grunts as she fell over the edge of her orgasm. 

Payton climaxed and cried out her delight to the world in general as Nicolas' wonderful tongue teased her clit and his fingers probed her slot. With her chest aglow from Trent's mouth and hands she lost herself in a Kaleidoscope of colour and sound, this the most intense orgasm of her young life.

When at last she could form coherent thought she was ready to explore more of these gorgeous men. Her new playthings.

"The two of you sit on the edge of the bed." she commanded.

With grins from ear to ear they sat as instructed and Payton knelt before them and reached for Trent's cock, while opening her mouth and swallowing Nicolas'. Both men had good sized pricks, Nicolas slightly larger, but Trent's was smoother and more aesthetically pleasing to Payton.

Smiling to herself she marveled at the idea of having two penises to compare at once. With a mouth full of thick man meat and a hand full of rigid cock she was drunk with libidinous excess. 

Suckling on Nicolas she was overjoyed at having a mouthful of such a perfect specimen of manhood. His cock was gnarled and knotted with veins, but it felt wonderful moving her tongue and lips over it. 

He tasted of maleness, sweat and the lingering perfume of his shampoo. His hips rocked gently easing his erection deeper and deeper into her willing mouth. 

Her hand was full of Trent at the same time, and she loved the play of his velvety skin over the strong muscles of his hard-on. 

Switching from sucking Nicolas' cock to sucking Trent's Payton began to stroke Nicolas with her other hand. The slippery, spit soaked tool in her hand felt lewd, and her tongued eagerly bathed Trent making him just as slick. 

Humming her song once more over the head of Trent's cock she relished the wantonness she was exhibiting. The "prude" the guys though she was no longer existed. Now she was a rock star living out the rock star life. Happily on her knees alternating between two fantastic cocks she reveled in her debauchery. 

Just thinking about how hedonistic she was being made her pussy twitch. She needed to be filled with cock, now. 

Lifting her face from the pole she was currently suckling she stood up and looked down at the men who gazed at her with passion and eagerness. 

"Alright gentlemen, here is how this is going to go. My asshole is off limits, but anything else your dirty little minds can come up with I'm game for. Fuck me. Lick me. Rub me and make me cum. You aren't leaving here until I'm done with you." She smiled a wicked smile at them to take the edge off her demand, but she needn't have bothered. The men reached out and pulled her back to the bed their smiles and pulsing erections telling her they were more than happy to fulfill her every whim. 

As her recorder captured every sound Payton was ravished by these two ardent lovers. Putting her on all fours Nicolas pressed his wide purple head against her slippery pussy. Meanwhile Trent moved to her head and began to rub his cock over her features, filling her nose with his smell and making her mouth water, eager to taste him once more. 

As Nicolas entered her, filling her pussy, she moaned appreciatively. Taking advantage of her open mouth Trent placed his tip on her parted lips. Flicking her tongue over his head she began to lick him lightly, teasing the big man. 

Starting to slip in and out of her sopping hole Nicolas found a slow steady rhythm, her slot tingling with joy as he filled it, and pulsing angrily when he emptied it. 

Opening her mouth wide, her song filling the space for a moment Payton offered her tongue to Trent, who placed his tip on it and slid along the soft pink appendage filling her face with his tool, muffling her song. 

For long blissful moments the three lovers enjoyed the groove they were in; the men alternating stroking in and out of her; one filling her at one end, then withdrawing as the other filled her from the other end. 

Payton divided her focus between enjoying having her pussy thoroughly filled and used, and licking and pleasuring the cock in her mouth. Singing all the while, she gloried in her body being so perfectly taken advantage of. 

Growing more ardent in her need to reach fulfillment Payton began to suck harder on Trent and to arch her back, thrusting her ass out to encourage Nicolas to drive into her more powerfully. When he didn't she humped back at him, driving her cunt onto his spear. 

Getting the picture Nicolas began to pump into her with more force. Moaning with desire Payton thrust back at him almost losing her oral grip on Trent. This made Trent reach down and hold her head while he began to thrust into her face with more enthusiasm.

Now both men were shoving into her greedy holes and Payton felt a level of shamelessness she had never known. Being drilled by two powerful studs eager to please her was elating, spurring her to more obscene behavior than she had ever engaged in. 

Grabbing Trent's ass with both hands she guided him into her face, encouraging him to pump harder into her wide-open, humming throat. When he did so she put one hand on her own ass and pried her cheeks apart lewdly displaying her anus to Nicolas and impelling him to shove harder into her dripping pussy. 

Moments passed as the sound of slapping flesh grew louder and the grunts of the lovers more animalistic, then Nicolas cried out in inarticulate joy, his orgasm taking from him the power of speech. Emptying himself into her clutch he spilled his seed into her ravenous slot.

Immediately Payton took her mouth off of Trent and began to howl a musical climax of her own, the song fractured and primal but still melodic. As her body convulsed with euphoria Payton gasped out her tune, her mouth wide and her face contorted with the extremity of her orgasm. 

When at last Nicolas finished filling her with his spunk she dropped her head to the mattress, her ass still high as her bliss faded into a manageable level. 

The bed bounced as the men moved around her shivering form, then Payton's clenching cunt was filled once more, now by Trent. As he started to pound her with his mighty tool she went off once more on an orgasmic flight of sound and colour. 

Not able to focus on anything other than her pleasure Payton sang an unconscious song of rapture, her body gratified in new and amazing ways. Trent impaled her on his dong while his hands clutched her buttocks. After a few moments of this treatment, her mind still flayed with chemical release, she felt her tender breasts gripped and kneaded by Nicolas' strong hands, sending her further away in a delirium of delight.

A feeling of frothy squishiness seeped out of her gripping cunt and Payton came back to herself to hear a sloshing slurping noise accompanying her odd song. Churning up Nicolas' cum with his pounding, Trent was still wedging himself into her sloppy opening. 

Just as she was feeling aware enough to blush in humiliating at her depravity Trent began to spurt his seed into her adding yet more goo to the stew of juices inside her. 

Feeling his warm seed gush into her boiling centre sent Payton off once more in a maelstrom of carnal gratification. Losing her consciousness once more Payton felt like a small voice singing into a gale of sound. 

Crying out her Self in the harmony of Identity, Payton wallowed in the colourful inner landscape her minds sent her to as her orgasms, and there were many, violently shook her body like a giant dog with her awareness locked in its pleasurable grip. 

When next Payton knew what was happening to her body she found that she was lying on the bed on her side, the men holding her and stroking her face, and body. Shuddering with aftershocks Payton smiled weakly at them.

"What happened?" she whispered.

"I have no idea." Trent whispered back. "You started to sing like a banshee and shake all over."

"I would have thought you were having a seizure if you didn't have a huge smile on your face, and that amazing song coming out of your mouth. "

"I was still singing." 

"Well singing is the only word I have for it." Trent said."

"It was music, but it was strange and otherworldly." Nicolas offered. "Eerie."

"Yeah, really spooky, but cool spooky." Trent said. 

The three of them sat quietly for a time and stroked each other. 

Then when drowsiness threatened to swamp her the big men lifted her from the bed, Trent carried her while Nicolas moved ahead to the bathroom. Then running a shower, the three moved into the steamy spray and the two men tenderly bathed her of perspiration and the mess of their fornication. 

Glorying in the ministrations of her lovers Payton wallowed in self-indulgence. Two strong, sexy men bathed her, and rubbed her slick skin with large hands made tender with caring. 

When Nicolas probed her tingling slit with his fingers, washing away the mingled deposits of him and his friend, Payton trembled with desire ready for more. 

Trent stroked her limbs. Her arms shook while he massaged the fine muscles of her biceps and shoulders. Working his way inward soon his hands were caressing her tender breasts, teasing her slippery nipples with his thumbs.

Soon mouths began to taste her flesh once more. Nicolas kissed her nether lips and made her hips buck as his lip grazed her burning clit. Above Trent captured a nipple in his mouth and sucked, and licked it. 

Gripping their shoulders with each hand Payton held herself upright by sheer force of will, her body ready to collapse into carnal submission. 

Trent turned off the shower and the men stepped out and both grabbed towels. Before she could step out of the tub herself they reached out and began to dry her with tender pats of the soft towels. 

Nicolas returned to the tub and stood behind her drying her back and buttocks, while Trent focused on her front, dabbing her breasts and belly. The friends worked as a team one going up, the other down, drying every part of her, and then returning the other way. 

Finally both took her long hair and gently dried it while she relaxed utterly enjoying their considerate care.

When she was dry, they helped her out of the shower and led her back to the bed. Laying her out on the rumpled sheets they stretched out and Nicolas lay down beside her. Beginning to kiss her soft mouth, Nicolas massaged her breasts and slipped his tongue along hers, teasing her back to full arousal. 

Trent opened her legs and kissed his way up her thighs to her moist folds. Parting them with his thick fingers he licked the insides of her tender pussy and her hips involuntarily twitched. 

Once more her voice thrummed with unconscious music, and with her hand Payton sought her phone. 

Nicolas found it for her and when she had it she opened a new voice memo and began to sing openly. Nicolas lowered his face to her neck and kissed is way around her vibrating vocal chords as she sang out her bliss. 

For the next while the men licked and kissed every inch of her flesh, no nook or cranny ignored. Rolling her over they even parted her buttocks and licked her asshole making her giggle and change the tune to something more lascivious. 

Less wound up than before Payton was better able to accept this tongue bath and, singing all the while, soak up the slavish devotion the men were showing her. 

Finally she switched to a hungrier song. A song of need and rolled on her back and opened her legs wide offering her saturated cunt to them for use. 

"One of you better fuck me before I lose my mind."

Trent being the closest to the right position knelt between her gorgeous legs and aimed his hardness at her pink slit. Sliding effortlessly into her Trent moaned with pleasure as she enveloped him in her searing heat. 

Singing out her own happiness Payton started a new song and reached for Nicolas' tool as he sat watching his friend fill the petite songbird with hard manhood.

Pulling him to her face Payton stroked Nicolas' big tool and kissed along the underside as it hovered over her pretty face. Singing into hic cock like it were a microphone she rhapsodized her joy with random words of longing, and bliss, and licked and suckled him while humming. 

As her lust mounted from using, and being used by these magnificent men Payton began to grow more and more depraved in her needs. 

Starting with the tool in her hand Payton lifted Nicolas' shaft from her mouth and began to lick and suck his balls, her song muffled by his weighty sack. Then needing something more lewd, spurred on by a raunchier tune emitting from her mouth she licked her way back to his anus and began to rim him with her tongue. Singing up into his backside she swirled her tongue around the lip of his sphincter, then dipped the tip into the dank, dark hole. 

Still stroking him with one hand she used the other to pull back his ass cheek and expose him to her questing mouth. Licking him with the thick width of her tongue she bathed his nasty opening, reveling in the squalid, debasing nature of this.

Trent began to drive into her cunt harder seeing his friend so sordidly stimulated, and taking that as his cue to ramp the debauchery. Spreading her legs even wider he speared her with his cock making her gasp as she sang into Nicolas' bung hole. 

Grinding his ass down onto her mouth Nicolas reached behind himself and began to tweak her nipples, making her moan with lust. 

Moving back to Nicolas' balls Payton slurped on him noisily and her song began to fade away as her mouth drooled to be filled. Licking and kissing her way back upward she opened wide and swallowed the hard pole and devoured it gluttonously. 

Leaning forward Nicolas placed his hands on the bed and drove hip his downward shoving his tool into her frantic mouth. The hand Payton had on his ass moved inward and she pierced his dark hole with her slender finger, fucking him with her delicate digit. 

Her other hand pumped up and down his shaft in time to his thrusts, her tongue lathering him as her throat opened to accept him deep inside her face.

Feeling utterly depraved by fucking these two strangers Payton released herself from any mental bonds holding her back.

"Cum on me you fuckers. Cover me in that hot jizz! I need it!" She ordered, her skin tingling, her body eager for sperm. 

Pulling out of her grip Trent began to spray her belly with his cum, the hot spatter driving her wild. The spill of his spunk on her skin felt so gratifying that Payton immediately began to cum. Her body twisted in the throes of a specific delight she had never known. The delight of being an object of lust. 

Pulling her finger from Nicolas' ass she began to smear Trent's sticky goo around on her quivering stomach, tremors vibrating her body from head to toe. 

Then as she was beginning to sink from the heights of passion Nicolas pulled out of her slobbering orifice and began to jet his spooge onto her contorted features. 




Rock Star Ch. 03



Sticking out her tongue to catch what she could Payton began another fantastic orgasm, her throat now free to gush out a song of relief as her body shattered the mental bonds society had helped her form around her spirit. 

Unabashedly she relished the defilement of her flesh as her body convulsed in bliss. Singing a song of freedom she climaxed on the bed as two men drizzled her in semen. 

Unable to stop the pleasure train she was on she lay shuddering with delight as cum trickled across her skin. 

"Keep fucking me! I need more." She gritted as her body twitched awkwardly. Nicolas pulled her to the corner of the bed and positioned her so that her head hung off one side, and her hips off the bottom. Aiming himself at her pussy he entered her and she climaxed once more.

Singing out her glory, Payton reveled in this sordid encounter. He mouth, wide open and singing, was soon filled with Trent's cock. As she hummed a tune around his meat he slid in and out of her mouth while she fought not to choke on the saliva her body gushed out joyfully. 

Cum tickled her cheek as Trent's testicles pressed against her nose lewdly. Arched over the bed, displayed for the two men, her belly smeared in jizz Payton felt like a porn star and wished she could video tape this for later viewing pleasure. 

With the immediate need to cum gone the men they were able to focus once again on her pleasure, and did so. Nicolas rubbed her tingling clit while powering into her ravenous cunt, and Trent groped her breasts while using her mouth. 

With her legs around Nicolas' hips and her arms stroking any part of Trent she could reach Payton was able to engage and stimulate her entire body. 

The suffocating quality of having her throat full with her head dangling off the bed was making Payton dizzy, and she felt stoned. As another climax threatened to send her out of her mind once more, she pushed Trent from her mouth and sang out her rapture as her body throbbed with delighted fulfillment.

Delighting in being solidly rammed by Nicolas Payton had several orgasms, each unique and separate, but part of an ongoing whole that filled her entire being with delight. 

As she bucked and writhed with pleasure Trent smeared his cock, over her face, spreading the sperm and spit already there around her contorted features. 

Then Payton's climax released her and she found her head starting to throb from hanging so long over the side of the bed. 

Payton struggled to get all the way back onto the bed. Trent helped her and as his cock bobbed in front of her face she reached once more for it, and slurped it in between her lips. Licking him she gathered her frayed mind and trembled with sensation as Nicolas continued to wedge himself in and out of her streaming slit. 

Impulsively she dropped Trent's cock and said, "Put this in my ass. I need it." 

All of a sudden her lust surpassed her reserve and she wanted to do everything. Needing a new level of debauchery, wanting to experience more and more deviancy Payton had an overwhelming urge to have anal sex. Her ass suddenly seemed the perfect place for a hard cock. 

Sitting up with a great deal of effort and pulling away from Nicolas, she moved onto all fours and pried open her buttocks. "Do it!" She hissed, beside herself with lust. 

His cock still dripping from her mouth Trent pressed against her virginal opening and readied himself to enter. Nicolas moved over and spat on her asshole and gave her even more lubrication. Then Trent pressed forward against her tight ring. Payton sighed at the strange new invasion, and pressed back, eager to be filled. 

With a slight burning feeling she took his head into her sphincter, the poor muscle stretched wide painfully. Nicolas reached under and began to finger her pussy, taking her mind elsewhere as he diddled her tender clit. 

Gasping her extremity Payton pushed back onto Trent and felt his cockhead pop past her sphincter. The searing hot invasion felt wonderful and sordid. 

"Let me suck that cock." She said to Nicolas. Immediately he climbed on the bed and placed his damp prick in front of her mouth. Tasting her own juices she swallowed him as Trent pushed deeper and deeper into her virgin butt. 

Shivering with passion she took all of Trent in her ass and lapped her tang off of Nicolas. Once more utterly filled with cock she began to cum yet again. 

On all fours, speared by two poles, she trembled with bliss. Clarity blanketed her mind. Usually when she was climaxing Payton went out of her body and the pleasure of her orgasm was more mental than physical, yet this time she was feeling each sensation with total lucidity. 

She felt every detail as Trent moved back out and then begin to fuck her tight ass, while Nicolas humped himself into her mouth. 

Pushing herself back onto his pole Payton bucked and gyrated to get him in as far as she could, while cumming in a series of tiny orgasms. Almost unbearable pleasure cleared her brain of thought and judgment as she fucked these gorgeous men. Instead she was a being of pure physical delight. Every sensation, from the bouncing of the mattress, to the tiniest of movements by her lovers, to the drying trickle of sperm on her skin, to the sound of the song she was still humming, she felt and sensed it all without a conscious opinion about it. It was simply rapture. 

When at last her body finished cumming, she spat out Nicolas' sloppy tool and demanded, "Put this in my pussy. I want you both fucking me." 

Trent lifted her up off the bed holding her by her thighs, his meat still wedged deep in her ass. Spreading her legs wide for his friend Trent held her upright, cradled in his strong arms, her front exposed while Nicolas moved into position. Then Nicolas slid into her quivering quim and Payton was filled in both her holes at once. 

The two men both shared her slight weight between them and held her immobile, suspended from their arms, as they drove their cocks into her ass and cunt; a twinned invasion of her body.

Once more the delight she took in this degenerate performance was mind blowing. Like a rag doll she flopped up and down as the two men used her body, taking their pleasure from her and giving her more in return. 

Weak from so much use, and tingling from head to toe with the after effects of so many orgasms Payton faded in and out between complete awareness of her predicament and the colourful landscape of pleasure her mind conjured to help her deal with so much stimulation. 

At last the discomfort her body felt from so much activity caught up to her. Her ass hurt from abuse, and her pussy felt sore and over-used. 

"Put me down." She said and they did. Her legs were too weak to support her and she dropped to her knees on the hotel carpet. 

Taking hold of both cocks she aimed them at her mouth and licked and sucked them both while the men stood over her. Tasting the pungent flavours of her ass and pussy made her feel vulgar, and sordid, and very hot. 

Long moments passed as she worked back and forth between these two heavy poles, relishing her depravity. Her mind was cloudy with lust and exhaustion as her jaw grew sore from being filled with hard cock. 

She grew drowsy as she continued to service these considerate men. Her mouth frantic to please she slurped away on them both and was soon rewarded for her efforts. 

Trent came first, followed soon by Nicolas. Gouts of sperm coated her face as cum drizzled down over her. Spattered with spunk from belly to forehead Payton trembled with desire as her body had yet another orgasm while she was degraded by these members of her audience. 

Smiling up at them from her knees Payton posed for them, allowing her lovers- her fans- to see her stained with their essence, debased by their adoration, and utterly satisfied with their gifts.

Once more the men carried her to the shower and bathed her, Payton so weak that she was like a baby in their loving arms. 

They lay her in bed and left her alone, and she slept for a long time. 

When she awoke the next day she listened to her new music and began the complicated process of turning these raving tunes into a series of songs. 

For hours she relived her passionate encounter as she managed the music into tangled wholes. 

And at long last she created a series of three songs detailing her debauchery in scarcely hidden lyrics and fantastic melodies. 

The band loved the songs.

So did the first audience to hear them.



Rock Star Ch. 04



The week after the concert many changes occurred, not only for Taylor, but for the band as well. A prominent newspaper printed a nationwide article about the concert, and after complimenting 'Culture's' phenomenal efforts on stage, the whole rest of the article was about 'Grudge,' and especially Taylor. They mentioned the rest of the band members, but most of the article, was about Taylor's guitar playing powers, and the new song he wrote 'Rock me baby.' Laura and his mother were so happy; they danced around the kitchen like two drunken crazy teenagers. Later that Friday night, Frank informed them all that they were getting more money per gig, and Jenny congratulated Taylor with a huge open mouth wet kiss.

The only person not happy with the turn of events was Paul, but Frank pulled him outside and had a good talk with him. With only a tenth of the varsity students back from holiday, and every one of them filling the pub where 'Grudge' played, the band rocked until late that night. Between sessions, girls would approach Taylor, asking for his autograph in the strangest places, which had almost every band member in tears laughing at Taylor's obvious discomfort. The Saturday morning, Laura called him to the phone, and while he made his way downstairs, he heard his sister talking to someone he expected to be Jenny.

Laura handed him the phone, "Hi Taylor speaking."

"So since fame reached the Miles home, your number one fan gets ignored."

Taylor did not recognize the woman's voice, "No...I'm..."

"We really need to work on your communication skills baby, it is me Ann," she laughingly replied.

"Oh, hi Ann, how are you doing?"

"Waiting for your call every single day. Don't tell me you thrown away my telephone number already." 

"No, I have it stashed in a safe place," then remembering on what her telephone number was written, he hastily continued, "What I meant was that I have it."

Ann's loud laughter drowned out his reply, "Taylor you naughty boy, what ever will you tell your mother if she finds some husky's little g-string in your possession, or is she used to girls throwing their underwear at you?"

"No, no, I don't have any other...items of that description."

Ann continued laughing, and after settling down, she told him about how their nation wide tour was going. The tour was ending that January, and they still had three different cities left to play at. She complimented him on his article in the newspapers, and then asked, "Taylor, that song 'Rock me baby,' I want it?"

"Yes, no problem, I wrote it listening to your voice, so you could actually say it was written for you," Taylor replied.

"So you sit around all day dreaming...fantasizing about little ol me?"

"No...I mean, I was thinking..."

"Don't spoil a girls fantasies Taylor."

"Yes...I mean...you can have the song," Taylor mumbled.

"Great, do you have a lawyer presenting you," Ann asked sounding serious for the first time?

"No, actually just Frank."

"Okay, I tell you what, I will have a lawyer named Barney call you on Monday, he helped me a lot when I started out. He knows all about musical rights and all that shit, will that be okay?"

"Yes sure, tell your lawyer I will wait for his call."

"No silly, he isn't my lawyer anymore, my record company handles all my legal shit now, but Barney helped me when I started, he is good with copy rights and all that, so listen to him okay."

"Okay, thank you Ann, I will do that."

"Once he has you sorted, let him handle the selling of your song's recording rights, and tell him that I want that song, no matter what the price or conditions."

"Yeah no problem, it would be fantastic hearing you sing my song."

"The honor will be mine Taylor, it sounds fantastic when Jenny sings it, and I just hope I can do it justice."

"No freaking way Ann, if there is one person that can make that song into a number one, it is you."

"Oooh, you are just saying that to get into my panties, "Ann cooed.

"No, I..."

"Wait, you already managed to get me out of a pair, Taylor, Taylor, I'm shocked. Laura said that you are a perfect gentleman, but I starting to doubt that, "she replied laughingly.

"No...really, I just meant..."

"It is ok Taylor; I don't mind you thinking about me being all naked under my short dress, you dirty boy."

"No...that's not what I do, I really meant..."

"I'm disappointed Taylor, but I have to run, give Jenny and Laura a kiss from me, but no tongue action okay," Ann said acting as if Taylor really disappointed her.

"Yeah...I will, and thank you for calling Ann."

"Later baby," she replied before disconnecting the call.

Laura walked into the kitchen, gave his red face one look, and burst out laughing. "hmm have you been talking dirty to Ann again?"

"No, she just misunderstood me...that's all."

"Don't worry about it Taylor, that girl just knows how to pull your strings, but me thinks that she is interested in pulling on something larger," she said laughing, looking towards his crotch.

"Oh fuck off Laura, go take a shower, I need a lift to the gig tonight," Taylor replied leaving the kitchen with a laughing Laura still in it.

That night Frank assured him that the band had no rights on any of his songs, and that he was perfectly within his rights to sell any of the songs he wrote. Frank knew off Barney, and told Taylor that he would be lucky if the guy handles the copyrights to his songs. The rest of the band was very excited to hear that 'Culture' wanted to sing one of their songs, and after the gig, Frank bought them a few rounds to celebrate. The few rounds turned into many, and Taylor was dropped off at home, in the early hours of the morning. That next day, he really suffered through his training routine, but stuck with it and slept right through the rest of the day.

Monday night Barney phoned him, and after explaining what he does, Taylor faxed his songs through to him. Barney was surprised when he gave him Ann's message, and said he will handle it. He receives ten percent of any money or royals collected from a song, but Taylor did not mind. On Thursday, a package arrived for Taylor. The note that came with the package just said, "From your number one fan." Inside the package was a cellular phone, wrapped inside a yellow g-string, and another note. The note said, "If I ring answer me, and have both items ready." Taylor stopped using a cell phone after his accident, since no one ever bothered phoning him on it. He plugged the phone into the wall socket in his room, and left it on charge.

Jenny decided to sleep over the weekend at their house, in Laura's room, so they all drove together to and from the gigs over the weekend. The two teased him mercilessly over the ever-larger growing group of girls, which followed him to every gig they played at. The one thing that surprised him was that one of the girls asking for his signature shared a class with him, but she did not recognize him. That Saturday night, they finished just after one-o-clock in the morning, and arrived home just before two. Taylor was so tired; he just stripped off his clothes, fell naked onto the bed, and was asleep five minutes later. A loud ringing woke him up, and he searched through the dark room, until he found the noise-making device. It was the cell phone Ann sent him.

"Hi Ann," he mumbled still half asleep.

"Hello baby, did I wake you?"

"Yes, but its okay, I love hearing from you."

"Ooooh, so you love listening to my voice, or love listening to me on the phone?"

"Both actually, where are you?'

"I'm in bed...naked."

That got his attention, "oh...okay"

"Are you awake now baby?"

"Yes, you've got my attention."

"Is your attention hard, thinking of little old me lying here naked in my bed?"

"I...erm, I'm still waking up."

"Do you have the other item, I send you?"

"The other item?"

"Yes, that yellow little thingy that came with the phone."

"Oh that, no...it is with the white one."

"Get it baby, I want to play."

"Okay, just give me a sec," Taylor quickly reached over, opened his desk drawer, and took out the yellow g-string from where he hid it.

"Have you looked at it before tonight?"

"Yes...what do mean looked at it?"

"Studied every little detail, that kind of looking."

"No...not yet, should I do it now?"

"Yes baby, on the inside of the crotch, just above the part where the little string begins, look closely and tell me what you see."

"Wait, let me switch on my reading light," Taylor switched the small light next to his bed on, and studied the g-string closely. There was something written on the inside of the crotch.

"Okay, I see something."

"Tell me what is written there?" Ann asked, her voice sounding strange.

"It says, smell here."

"Are you smelling baby, press it against your nose and tell me what you smell."

Taylor pressed the soft cloth over his nose, "it smells nice."

"No Taylor, what exactly do you smell?"

"I'm...I'm not sure, it smells sweet, tangy...wonderful." Taylor was fully erect by now; he pushed the covers down, exposing his hard-on to the night air.

"Stick your tongue out, taste it. Tell me what it tastes like?" Ann's voice sounded slightly higher than normal, and he could hear her breathing harder than before.

Taylor stuck his tongue out, touching the material, trying to get a taste. "I don't know, I can't taste much, maybe I should go brush my teeth."

"NO! Don't go, what are you sleeping in, shorts, a T-shirt?"

"I'm...naked, I was so tired I just stripped and fell into the bed."

"Oh fuck, are you hard baby?"

"Erm...yes?" He almost whispered.

"Are you hard for me baby...I'm touching myself...my fingers are wet." Ann gasped over the phone. "I'm slipping a finger into my pussy, it is so warm, I can feel my juices running over my fingers. My other hand is touching my nipples, they feel so hard, hard for you baby. Are you touching yourself?"

Taylor with the g-string still over his nose was stroking his hard dick with almost feverish abandon. His reply came in short bursts, "Yes...I'm stroking my...penis."

"Don't say penis baby, say prick...say dick. Is it big baby, tell me how big it is?"

"It is huge...filled with blood, I've never seen it this big."

"Fuck, rub it for me baby, rub that hard dick. Imagine your dick between my legs; imagine you filling me with your hard prick, my wet pussy engulfing every inch of you." 

Taylor increased his pace, imagining her warm pussy around his shaft.

"Take the g-string baby; fuck your dick with my g-string. I have another red one for you here next to the bed, I'm going to pull it over my fingers...yes...like that...I'm sticking the red string into my wet pussy, I'm going to come with it around my fingers."

"Ok...I have your yellow string around my pe...cock." 

"Yes baby, stroke that big dick for me. Cum inside the panty, I want you to fill that panty with your cum..."

The next moment Taylor's bedroom door opened suddenly, Laura and Jenny rushed into the room. Taylor screamed, "What the fuck," dropped the phone, and pulled the bed covers over his hard dick.

Taylor did not want to wake his mom, so he whispered loudly, "what the fuck are you girls doing, get out of my room now!"

Laura and Jenny closed the door behind them, but they did not leave the room.

"Who are you talking to brother, is it Ann?" Laura asked.

Taylor indicated that she should keep her mouth shut, before picking up the discarded phone, "Ann...Ann, are you still here?" The phone remained dead; he looked at it, and saw that the call was disconnected. "Fuck!"

Jenny giggled softly sounding like a young schoolgirl, but the look Taylor gave her stopped the sounds coming out of her mouth. "Oh Jeeezas Taylor, relax," Laura exclaimed.

"What do you want Laura?"

"Well...we heard you playing, and decided we want to play too," she smiled watching as his facial expression turned from anger to embarrassment. 

"Oh yes, I want to play with that too..." Jenny indicated towards the large tent his erection made, with just the bed sheet for covering. 

Taylor might have been embarrassed, but he was still as horny as hell, he came close to erupting before the girls entered the room. "No...what the hell do you mean, get out and leave me alone Laura."

Laura walked over to the bed, and sat down next to Taylor, her back towards the tent his dick was making, "Oh no my dear brother, we aren't going anywhere, and besides, you owe Jenny and me for introducing you to your wanking fantasy girl Ann." 

"I don't..."

"Oh shut up Taylor, you aren't a kid anymore, there is no need for you to lie here in your bed, and masturbate yourself into exhaustion every single night. There are at least ten girls that would fuck you at the drop of a hat. 

"You don't understand..." Taylor began.

"No, you do not understand, the only one that is bothered about your injuries is you; nobody else cares, for fuck sakes, even a hot celebrity like Ann Woodland is interested in you."

Jenny seated herself next to Laura on his bed, but while Laura faced away from his erection, she sat forward facing it. While Laura talked, Taylor felt hands slowly creeping up towards his crotch under the bed sheet. He waited in anticipation, holding his breath, as the hand reached his knee, then his hip, and then the hand slowly moved and stopped just below his aching dick. The fingers spread open, and tenderly began a slow exploration of his balls.

"I know you have been through allot brother, but we the one's that love you, hate seeing you hiding from the real world out there. Okay, the past few months have been great, but even when you are on stage in front of people, you still try to hide." Taylor tried keeping a straight face while listening to Laura, but Jenny's fingers scratched lightly over his balls, making him shudder, and then moved upwards. 

"All we want is..." Laura noticed Taylor's expression, turned around and saw Jenny's hand under the covers. "Oh...you naughty, naughty girl."

Jenny smiled at Laura, "I just could not help myself, and I did not want him to loose this." Jenny lifted the bed sheet, and exposed Taylor's erect shaft with Jenny's hand gripping him around the base. 

Taylor tried pushing the cover down, to hide his penis, but Jenny ripped the sheet down before he could get a hold on it. "Jenny no..." Laura saw him trying to sit up, so that he could reach the sheet, and quickly jumped forward, landing on his chest, pinning him down. 

"Stay still Taylor," she turned her head looking in Jenny's direction. "Pull the sheet up to just below his balls Jenny." She ignored Laura, jumped up, and straddled his legs so that she sat facing him, with his dick just inches in front of her crotch. 

"Fuck Jenny, not with my sister..."

"Oh shut up Taylor, you have watched me showering at night all these years; don't think I do not know about it. So now I'm going to watch Jenny make you cum; just lie down and keep quiet." While Lara talked, Jenny gripped Taylor's dick with both hands, and began stroking his shaft up and down.

Laura felt the tension leaving Taylor's upper body, so she lifted off him, and moved so that she sat next to his head at the top of the bed. They both watched Jenny, stroking his dick from the base up to the blood-engorged head, with precise movements of her hands. With her legs spread open across his legs, they could see her black panty just below the short nightdress she wore. Jenny did not just use her hands, her whole body rocked forward and backwards with each stroke, allowing her to rub her pussy against his upper legs. 

Jenny glanced up, seeing the two siblings watching her every move, "are you guy's enjoying the show?"

Taylor only managed a soft growl, while Laura smiled, "oh fuck yes, rub my brothers cock...make him squirm." Laura noticed something yellow next to his left hip and reached over, picking up Ann's discarded panty.

"What is this; it certainly isn't one of mine?"

Taylor looked at what she was holding, and tried to make a grab at it. "Give it here, it is A...just give it here."

Laura laughed, "Mhmmm...Ann send you this with the phone, the dirty little slut." She pushed the g-string under her nose, "fuck it smell's like pussy, here take a whiff Jenny." She held the panty in front of Jenny's face allowing her to take a whiff, "do you smell it?"

"Yip, definitely pussy, hand it here." Jenny took the g-string and wrapped it around her right hand, then used that hand to stroke his prick. "Time to get rid off the pussy smell, and give it a manlier odor me thinks."

Taylor closed his eyes, the sensations were starting to overwhelm him, the last time someone touched his dick, was a week before his accident. He and his current girlfriend at the time, were hand fucking each other at a friend of Taylor's house. The girl with her hands on his prick right now, was for more experienced, she knew just where to touch, how hard to grip, and what speed to stroke him at. He opened his eyes again focusing his eyes on Jenny's crotch. With the table light directed towards his midriff, he could just make out a small strip of pubic hair, through the almost transparent material. With every stroke, she would thrust her lower body forward, closing the distance between their crotches. 

"Do you like what I'm doing to your cock Taylor?" Jenny asked softly.

"I...erm, yes," he stuttered.

"And you Laura...do you like what you see?"

"Oh yes doll, he has a huge prick, and your hands look so small," Laura replied huskily.

"Do you want to touch it darling?"

Laura gave her brother a look, noticing his obvious distress, "maybe another time Jenny, I don't think Taylor will be able to handle a little sisterly love."

"Why, genetically you aren't brother and sister, and I'm not asking if you want to fuck him, just touch him, I'm sure Taylor would not mind."

Laura looked at Taylor, "is it ok bro, can I touch it?"

"I don't know sis, this is wrong...you here in the room, me with my dick exposed."

"Taylor, Laura did not ask you if it was right or wrong, she asked if you want her to touch your fucking prick. Just say yes or no."

"For fuck sakes Jenny, I'm so fucking horny right now, I can not think clear."

Jenny smiled, grabbed Laura's hand, and placed it on Taylor's dick-head. "Just fucking ignore him Laura, he doesn't know what he wants, and there...now you've touched it."

Laura held her hand motionless, trying to read Taylor's expression, but with Jenny pumping his prick, she did not know if he wanted her to let go or continue. When he said nothing, she slowly began exploring the blood-engorged head with her fingers, rubbing the small slit, and spreading the velvety fluid coming out of it with her fingers. Jenny moved her body closer, and pushed her pussy against his shaft. She changed the angle of attack slightly, so that when she rubbed his length, his dick would press against her clit.

Laura was lying over Taylor's body, with her breasts pressing against his muscled frame. Taylor did not want to admit it, but it felt nice feeling her soft globes against him, and even through the nightshirt, he could feel her nipples pressing into his skin. His own arms were tightly clenched against the side of his body, and he kept them there, afraid of what he might do. He could no longer see who was touching what, but he could feel Jenny's lower body, against the back of his dick. 

He heard Jenny say, "help me here Laura, my legs are cramping." Laura pulled away, lifting her weight of Taylor's body, and shoveled her body lower down the bed. He looked down, and saw that it was only her hand on his penis, holding him erect. Jenny shifted lightly forward, placing her pussy over his balls; his dick was now pushing against her panty-clad vagina. She leaned over, and placed her arms on either side of his shoulders, her breasts within kissing distance from his mouth. 




Rock Star Ch. 04



The tour carried on, the band becoming more popular with every city they played. Mark, their manager told them they were making real progress and getting attention from record labels. The new songs were getting popular at the shows and the stage act was getting better and better as each band member grew more comfortable playing to bigger houses.

It was a very exciting time for the young singer Payton, and she was reveling in the attention she was getting both on and off stage. 

"Payton!" Dylan called to her as she got off the bus they had rented for this leg of the tour. Turning back to him she saw he looked excited and nervous. "Wanna work on some songs tonight?" He asked. His demeanor showed her he hoped to work on songs in the new sense of work rather than the old sit down and play guitar version.

Payton was pleased. She had not had sex for over a week. Not since the crazy encounter with Trent and Nicolas. She was horny, and her mind raced with excitement over creating new music with her guitar player. 

"Sure. Sounds good." His grin was enough to make her damp with burgeoning sexual desire.

The last three nights the band had been sleeping on the cramped bus driving to another state together. This was their first foray out of their home state. They were overjoyed to be taking the tour even further than they had expected.

But excitement had given way to boredom after hours and hours on the road, yet tonight the prospect of spending the night in a hotel buoyed up everyone's spirits. They had played a great show knowing they would each have their own bed that night. 

"I want to have a shower first though."

"Me too." He sidled up next to her, speaking so that the others couldn't hear. "Maybe I should join you." 

"Nope. Too much work to do in there tonight. Give me half an hour."

Stripping as soon as she closed her door she moved around the room putting a few things out for use later; her guitar, her phone, her condoms and lube, and she dug her toiletries out of her travel bag. 

Payton had begun to love being naked in a way she never had before. Clothes, even revealing ones, felt restrictive, a denial of her new self. So she spent a few moments nesting in the current version of home she had for a single night, enjoying being nude as she puttered.

In the bathroom she gazed at her body in the mirror for a moment. Looking at her body didn't stroke her ego so much as it made her feel sexy and alive. She was beginning to see herself more through the eyes of her lovers, and it was revelatory. 

She was short, five foot two and petite, her bones small and her muscles delicate. There was almost no fat on her after a year of hard work touring and starving, and the muscles of her stomach and limbs were defined and tight. Even with the hectic schedule the tour maintained she still found time to work out, and stay fit. She ate as well as she could, but she was working so hard, giving so much on stage that still she could not put on any weight.

Her hair was longer than usual, and a bit ratty if she were being honest, but the length was right for her sexual new character on stage. 

Her breasts were small and tight, with no sag what-so-ever, the nipples pink and hard with arousal just looking at herself while imagining what men saw. Her sex was bald but needed to be freshly shaved, a shadow of blonde pubes growing in. 

With her stage make up still on from the show earlier tonight, she looked sultry and smeared, as if from a night of sordid sexual activity, but that was an illusion. She was aching to be filled, hungry for cock and new stimulation. Running the shower she cleaned and groomed herself, ready for a night of wild abandon.

Leaving the curtain back on the shower she watched herself in the mirror as she shaved her pussy thoroughly and carefully. As if it were a movie, she observed the play of her muscles as she moved around, reaching way under herself to get every hair within reach. Each touch of the razor on her skin was thrilling, and she wished she had invited Dylan to help with this. But it seemed too intimate, and too like a relationship to allow. 

After she was dry she dressed in a pair of loose jeans and a tight t-shirt, no bra or underwear. Payton was hungry, and was going to use food as an excuse for what she really wanted. An adventure. 

By the time Dylan knocked she had gathered a few things in her purse and as she answered the door she pushed past him onto the landing. 

"Let's grab some food." She said. 

"Oh. Okay." He seemed disappointed, but rallied quickly. "I could eat."

Walking along the road looking for a place to eat Payton was searching for something else as well. Her mind was whirling with what she wanted to do next, and her pussy felt lathered up and slick. Her sexual appetite was changing, and growing. Payton wanted to try something she would never have dared even a few months ago. 

Dylan interrupted her reverie.

"I am almost afraid to ask, but I have really been wondering about those last songs you brought us." She glanced at him. He looked nervous. "Did you have a threesome?"

"I sure did." 

"Wow. You are really coming out of your shell."

"I am, aren't I?"

"It is really great, but I hope you are okay. You don't have to push this too far too fast. We don't need that many new songs." He laughed at the idea of fucking for songs.

"I am doing exactly what I want. No more, no less." She said it in such a way to show him how serious she was. She needed him to be on board with what she had planned for tonight.

As if by magic she saw what she had been looking for, as if it were conjured by her desire. 

Looming in front of them next to the busy road she saw a billboard advertising a radio station. In front of it there was a small platform people used when changing the sign. It had a rail around it and some lights attached that filled the night with illumination all aimed at the little platform below the bright sign. 

"Let's go up there." She cried and ran off ahead of Dylan. 

Climbing the ladder she saw there was a gate to stop the public from climbing. When she got closer she saw that she could climb out around it to the outside of the platform, then swing over and get on top. 

Doing so she heard Dylan say, "Oh shit. Be careful Payton." 

"I'm not in the mood for careful." She laughed and made the dangerous climb.

Standing on the little landing she gazed down over the rushing traffic and felt the heat of the bright billboard lights on her. Dylan made the climb deftly and joined her.

"This is cool." He said, and he seemed to really mean it.

Thrilled to be indulging in her fantasy Payton pulled her t-shirt over her head and bared her torso to the lights and the traffic, and to Dylan. 

"Let's fuck." She stated. 

Dylan gaped at her for a moment and then grinned. "Sweet."

Payton hurriedly stripped, and she felt sloshy with desire as she watched him watch her get naked. Placing a microphone on the railing beside them she plugged it into a recorder she had purchased and pressed play. 

"I think this will be worth recording," she said. 

Then she crouched down and aimed her ass at the oncoming cars, spreading her thighs wide and tilting her pelvis to expose as much of her sex to the cars behind her as she could. Then she took Dylan's cock out of his pants and sucked it into her mouth beginning to lick and suck him feverishly. Loving the feeling of complete exposure and of having a thickening cock in her mouth Payton thrilled at her slutty behavior. 

Payton was incredibly aroused being fully naked in public. Not just public, but a well-lit, stage-like setting. She was going to do now what she couldn't do on stage. Sing and perform while actually fucking her guitar player. She wished she had told him to bring his guitar. 

Car horns started honking up at them and Dylan raised his arms and hooted his enthusiasm. Payton pulled his pants down around his knees and began to thoroughly bath him with her eager mouth. 

Payton tasted every part of his cock, licking his balls and all along his shaft, smearing her saliva all over her face in her need to caress every nook and cranny of his groin with her happy mouth. Reaching under him she licked his ass and he flinched, then laughed. 

"Jesus!" 

Stroking his pole she licked around his anus and squirmed with delight at the smell of soap and hint of musk she encountered. The squalid, filthy nature of her activities, her ass aimed at traffic, horns honking their delight at her display made her throb with desire. This was the closest thing to fucking onstage that she had tried and it was making her pant with lust. 

This was why she was in rock and roll. The complete abandonment to music and passion. 

Unable to wait any longer she stood up and leaned over the rail away from him, thrusting her ass out at him. 

"Get in me!" She ordered, and he shoved himself into her dampness in one fluid stroke. 

As she absorbed the power of his thrusts Payton picked up the microphone and began to sing. Imagining she were on stage, the lights in her eyes, the cars now the roar of the crowd, Payton felt a song burst out of her impassioned throat. 

Thrilled to be performing while being fucked Payton sang a new song of rapture and Dylan hammered her with a driving beat, his hands beginning to play along her body the way he played his guitar. Stroking her breasts and nipples, groping along her ribs and down over her legs, he tickled her and pinched her and drove her crazy with teasing caresses. 

Lifting a leg up onto the rail she struck a rock star stance leaning forward and singing with all her heart as Dylan jammed himself into her aching slot. His fingers found and began to fiddle with her clit and she began to moan and sigh with delight, her song changing to one less rocking and more entreating. 

Knowing they didn't have a lot of time, hundreds of people had potentially seen what they were doing, Payton leaned back and said, "Don't hold back. Cum. I want you to fill me up baby."

She felt him twitch as she said that, and he began to drive himself into her more frantically. Bracing back against him as he took her hips in his hands pulling her back onto the spear of his manhood, Payton sang out her lust and felt her own orgasm building. 

Squealing and thrashing as she was impaled by his rod Payton closed her eyes picturing tonight's wildly screaming crowd. Hands reached for her, and voices sang along with her words. Faced stretched in joy and abandon as she transported them to new places with her performance. 

Then she felt Dylan's cock expand inside her causing her to gasp as her orgasm roared to life. Heat spread inside her gripping cunt as he spilled himself into her setting off her own erotic convulsions. 

Crying out her ecstasy to the night sky Payton exploded, transported by lust to new heights in this most dangerous of locations. Trembling with passion she shook with multiple orgasms as Dylan shot jet after jet of spunk into her yearning centre. 

Finally he stopped cumming and he pulled out of her sopping grip, both of them sighing sadly at the loss of contact. Payton stood upright, and quivered with desire as she exposed herself completely to the traffic. 

Every part of beautiful young body was utterly exposed. Her glistening was sex on display, her lips parted and dribbling sperm down her leg, her tits capped by hard excited nipples glowing in the bright lights of the billboard, her face joyous at her freedom, and the rapture of being so well fucked.. 

"I'm a fucking rock star!" she screamed at the lights of the cars below. 

"Literally." Dylan shouted behind her. 

She turned and bent over, resting her ass on the rail and she licked him clean, sucking him in and slurping her juice from his softening cock. Payton trembled with delight as she tasted the mingled musk of her cunt and Dylan's sperm coated cock. Knowing she did this in full view of the strangers driving by added intensity to an already wonderful experience. 

Then, once his cock was clean, and she had returned to sanity after her tremendous climax, with great reluctance she dressed and they climbed back down on shaking legs. 

They ate supper at the first greasy spoon they encountered along the road. As they ate, Payton's soaking wet pussy oozing sperm into her jeans, she imagined that the other diners in the room had seen her on the billboard and were picturing her lewd behavior and wishing they were the ones fucking the nubile little waif so openly.

She and Dylan went back to the hotel. The replayed their fuck session, but before they could finish listening she stripped again. Payton became so aroused by hearing the traffic and remembering her wanton behavior that she had to fuck Dylan again. Her sexual appetite seemed unquenchable. 

They fucked over and over until exhausted, listening to the tape, and singing along all the while. 

Payton loved the new music, and it got her horny each time they listened to it, trying to write down the chords and capture the lyrics she had improvised. It took all night, and Dylan was unable to cum anymore by the end, but eventually they got it down.

The new song had hit single written all over it.



Rock Star Ch. 04



"Okay Laura, I'm going to rub my pussy over his dick, put you hand under him, and push him upwards against me." Jenny lifted her lower body, and gyrated forward, while Laura pushed his cock upwards. "Oh yes, fuck, just like that," Jenny moaned. Her movements became faster, but after s short while, something started hurting his dick.

"Jenny wait, there is something scratching my penis, it is beginning to hurt." Jenny stopped and lifted her lower body.

"Can you see anything Laura?" Laura looked and saw the problem.

"Yes, there is a small hard patch, where your string joins the front of the panty Jenny, let me fix it." Laura pulled the string to the side, exposing Jenny's cunt lips. "Ok Jenny, try it now."

Taylor immediately felt something different, a warm wet softness slid along his shaft. Laura watched as Jenny's thick outer lips folded over the sides of her brother's dick, and left a trail of wetness with each forward and backward thrust. She gripped Taylor's penis just below his dick-head, and every time Jenny pushed upwards, her shaven-wet cunt would touch Laura's hand. 

"Oh fuck, that feels wonderful, can you feel my cunt lips rubbing your cock Taylor? Can you feel how wet I am?" Taylor just nodded his head. Jenny started moving faster, pushing harder against the hard prick below her. Laura thought that her hand was just getting in the way, so she released his dick, and pulled her hand out from underneath them. Jenny adjusted her seating position, and pushed down harder. 

"Kiss me Taylor," Jenny demanded, and lowered her mouth, pushing her tongue violently through his lips. Taylor kissed her back, while lifting his hands, and grabbing her ass cheeks. He used his hands to pull, and then push so that Jenny's rhythm increased. Taylor wanted to pull her forward enough so that his dick-head could slip between her pussy lips, but Jenny was seated too low. She was enjoying the feeling of her clit rubbing against his shaft, slowly building into a rhythm, which would send her over the edge in no time at all.

Laura positioned herself lower down the bed, so that she could see what was happening from down under. Every time Jenny reached the bottom of Taylor's shaft, her ass cheeks would open, exposing her wet slit, and little puckered anus. While Taylor tried dampening Jenny's moans with his mouth, Laura reached forward, placing her hand over Jenny's wet cunt lips. She allowed her hand to follow Jenny's thrusts, and when Jenny pushed backwards, Laura slipped one finger into her warm wet opening. When Jenny pushed forward, she would pull her finger out, leaving just the tip in, and on Jenny's backwards thrusts, she would push her finger deep into her pussy.

Taylor used his left hand, to pull Jenny's nightdress upwards, until he could feel her soft breasts against his skin, then gripped her buttocks again. Laura slipped another finger into Jenny, and used her thumb to lightly scratch over Taylor's nuts. She could feel Jenny's vaginal walls beginning to tighten around her two fingers, and knew Jenny was getting close to orgasm. Taylor not knowing that his sister had two fingers buried inside Jenny's cunt, only felt Jenny increasing the pace to an almost frantic plowing. Her tongue was pistoning in and out of his mouth, while her breasts pushed harder into his upper body with each thrust. Finally, with a loud moan into Taylor's mouth, Jenny stopped thrusting, held her body motionless, and then gave a few thrusts again. She repeated this maneuver, until she collapsed on top of Taylor, lying as if dead. 

Laura pulled her fingers out of Jenny's cunt, and pushed them into Taylor's open mouth. "Taste this brother, that is how a pussy should taste." 

Taylor sucked lightly on Laura's fingers, enjoying the tangy sweet taste. Laura smiled, "do you like the taste brother?"

"I want to taste it too," murmured Jenny breathlessly.

Laura pulled her fingers out of Taylor's mouth, and was just about to slip them into Jenny's pussy, then changed her mind, and reached for her own wet cunt. She slipped two fingers into her own wet opening, pulling her panty to the side, and then after lubricating her fingers, inserted them into Jenny's waiting mouth. 

"Hmmm, I love the taste, have you tried it Laura?" 

Laura smiled and whispered in Jenny's ear, "that's not you you're tasting Jenny, it is me."

"I want more, and give Taylor a taste too," Jenny replied licking her lips.

Laura reached down with her left hand under her nightdress and pushed two fingers inside herself for longer this time, enjoying the feeling. With her right hand, she slipped two fingers inside Jenny's pussy. She pulled her fingers out of both wet holes and said, "Tell me if you can taste a difference Taylor?"

Taylor tasted the fingers on her right hand, "tastes the same Laura."

"Okay, now this hand."

The taste was slightly different, but he could not say what made it taste so. "It does taste different Laura, but I do not how to explain it." Jenny laughed knowing what Laura was doing.

"Okay, let's try it again." This time Laura inserted both hands fingers into her own wet slit. 

Inserting her left hand first into Taylor's mouth she asked, "any difference brother?"

"No, it tastes like the last finger." She changed hands. "No, this tastes the same."

While leaving her fingers in his mouth, she quickly reached backwards, and pushed her other hand into Jenny's moist hole, then replaced the hand in Taylor's mouth again.

"Yes, this tastes different, richer I think."

Laura laughed, "That's just fascinating brother, let me explain the difference, the richer taste as you explained it, is Jenny's pussy juice, the other is my own."

"What the fuck Laura, don't tell me you fucking slipped your fingers into your...your vagina, and then pushed them into my mouth."

"Oh stop being such a prude Taylor, now let me taste the difference Laura," Jenny replied.

Jenny pushed herself upright, and took a seat next to Laura, allowing Taylor's dick to jump up. Taylor caught a quick glimpse of Jenny's tits, and brown pubic hair, before she sat next to Laura. 

"I will do it myself," Jenny said, and reached under Laura's nightshirt and panty, her fingers easily slipping into Laura's wet vagina. Laura's body stiffened slightly, before she opened her legs to give Jenny's probing fingers more access. 

"Shit, you are so wet, stand up and lift your nightshirt up." Jenny removed her fingers, and Laura stood up, facing the two on the bed, lifting her nightshirt to just under her breasts. Taylor wanted to look away, but he could not help himself. He watched as Jenny pulled Laura's white panties down her hips, revealing his sisters dripping cunt to their eyes. Her dark colored pubic hair was shaven very short, in the form of a 'V', and her inner labia protruded slightly from between her thicker outer lips. There was no sign of her clit, but that could be due to the bad lighting in the room.

"Oh gosh, you have a beautiful pussy Laura, don't you think so Taylor?"

Two pair of eyes caught him staring, and the immediate laughter that followed, made him blush even more. "Why don't you girls go and play in Laura's room," he replied gruffly, not really meaning it. His eyes returned to Laura quickly enough, when he saw Jenny's fingers opening his sister's vaginal lips, and then pushing two fingers into her wet cunt.

Laura stifled a cry, loving the feelings Jenny's fingers created inside her warm sex. Jenny finger fucked Laura for a few seconds, before withdrawing her fingers, and placing it in her mouth. "You do taste lovely my dear," she said in an English accented voice, making Laura laugh. "Now me." Jenny slipped a finger into her own pussy, and then tasted it.

"I think you taste better than me Laura, what do you think Taylor?"

"No fucking comment," came the pretend angry reply.

"Maybe our fingers are contaminated...from Taylor's cock," Jenny smiled a twinkle in her eye. "There is only one way to find out." Before Laura could react, Jenny moved forward, placing her mouth over Laura's vagina, and slipped her tongue between Laura's thick outer lips. Laura dropped her nightshirt trying to grab Jenny's head, but once Jenny's tongue found her clit, the push turned into a pulling maneuver, with Laura grabbing the back of Jenny's head. Taylor was so turned on by the site of two woman making love, he started stroking his dick. Laura noticing her brother's reaction, let go of Jenny's head, and lifted her nightdress up again, allowing Taylor to observe Jenny's ministrations. 

While hungrily dining on Laura's clit, Jenny pushed two, and then three fingers into Laura's moist slit, making the poor woman swoon with pleasure. "Wait, I can't stand, my legs can't handle this," Laura begged.

Jenny released Laura pulling her down next to Taylor on the bed. "Scoot over you big lump, "she warned Taylor. He moved closer to the wall leaving space for his sister next to him. Laura planted herself next to Taylor, hip against hip, except she faced the other way, with her feet next to her brother's head. Jenny climbed on top of Taylor's legs again, with her face between his dick, and Laura's pussy. She leaned down, and began licking Laura's thick neither lips, while grabbing Taylor's shaft with her free hand. Taylor could see every little fold, mark, and hair on his sister's exposed cunt. 

Jenny kept on her licking and hand pumping for a while, but with only one arm to support her, she quickly tired of the position, "If you want me to keep on stroking your cock, you've got to help me here."

Taylor looked puzzled, so Jenny grabbed his left hand pulling it towards Laura's crotch. "Taylor work with me here, or fucking stroke your own dick." She placed his hand on his sister's pussy, and grabbed his dick again. Taylor knew what to do, but he just wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do. Laura grabbed his hand taking his fingers in hers, and then encircling two of his fingers, making them rigid, pulled them towards her wet opening. She forced his fingers into her warm cunt, and started pumping his hand in and out of her. 

"Oh shit, yes that feels so good, please fuck me with your fingers Taylor," she exclaimed breathlessly. Taylor obliged, pistoning his callused fingers into her with more force, causing Laura to open her legs wider, and thrusts her hips upwards. Jenny kept on stroking Taylor's cock, and would lean down every now and then to suck on Laura's clit. Taylor was getting close, feeling the slow buildup of pressure in his balls. Jenny realizing what was about to happen, focused all her attention on Taylor's prick. With her one hand, she stroked up and down, while the other twisted his dick like a throttle. Just before he erupted, Jenny grabbed the yellow g-string and placed it over his dick-head, while Taylor gripped the inside of Laura's pussy as if his life depended on it.

Strings of thick white jizz shot out of his dick-head filling the small yellow g-string to overflowing in no time at all. Jenny continued pumping, until Taylor gripped her hand, making her stop. Jenny wiped the semen from her hands using her nightshirt, but left the cum filled panty on top of his dick. "Ok, one more to go," she said laughing 

She lowered her head, sucking Laura's clit into her mouth, causing Laura to squirm. Jenny pulled Taylor's hand to start him moving, and once he started pumping his fingers in and out of Laura, she used her fingers to spread Laura's cunt lips open. With Taylor and Jenny both concentrating on Laura's pussy, her orgasm arrived within a minute. Taylor felt a slight tightening of her inner muscles, and then her legs clamped down on his arm. "Oh fuck...I'm...I'm...yes," she exclaimed, while her body went through its convulsions. Her vaginal muscles pushed his fingers out of her pussy, while Jenny continued stroking her clit. "Enough...please I can't..." She begged Jenny to stop.

For a few minutes, they all just lay there, limbs entwined, breath shooting from their lungs, everyone too tired to move. Laura was the first to recover, "well that was fun, I think we all did stuff tonight, that we won't be proud of tomorrow, but I enjoyed myself and would gladly do it again." 

Jenny laughed, "I agree, and I certainly won't feel ashamed tomorrow, and I'm not done with you Taylor. Tonight is only the beginning, I want to feel that lovely cock filling my pussy, so don't go getting too serious with Ann, okay?"

"I'm tired girls; let's talk about this later okay."

Both girls kissed Taylor, before softly slipping out of his room. He was genuinely tired, so he cleaned himself using a T-shirt, placed the wet g-string into a bag, and then switched of his light and fell asleep.



Rock Star Ch. 05



The next morning the ringing phone awoke him, Taylor looked at his clock radio and saw that it was ten to twelve in the morning.

"Hello Ann, sorry about last night."

"Hi baby, and there is nothing you should be sorry about, I'm the one that must apologize. What happened by the way, did your mom catch you...playing?"

"No luckily not my mom," Taylor laughed. "Laura and Jenny walked into the room."

"Oh thank God, I had such a scare I dropped the call, sorry for abandoning you baby."

"No Ann please, my sister should know better, but they thought that they would have a nice laugh at our expense. I will get them back for it one day." 

"I got a little carried away last night; I hope you do not think I'm some kind of wanton hussy."

"No please Ann, I would never think that."

"It is just...I'm surrounded by horny band members the whole day, and all they talk about is sex, sex, and more sex. Not that they mean anything by it, sometimes I guess it must be hard on them to have a female band member."

"I know what you mean Ann; it is the same with our band."

"Oh...so you sit and swap sex stories with your band members...naughty, naughty," Ann teased.

"No, not me, I just meant..."

"It is ok baby, that is what I like about you...you are so easy to tease," Ann laughed.

A knock on his bedroom door interrupted them, "Get up lazy bones, time for dinner," Laura called through the door.

"I have to go Ann; can I call you tonight...later?"

"Yes baby, call me anytime you want."

"Okay bye then, I will speak to you later."

"Bye Hun."

Taylor quickly dressed, brushed his teeth, and joined everyone down stairs. He blushed remembering what happened in his room, but Jenny and Laura went on normally, as if nothing happened. After dinner, he cleaned his room, did his exercises, and napped the afternoon away. Later that night he and Ann spoke for thirty minutes on the phone, and then he went to bed. The next week flew by, registering for classes, band practice, and broadening his exercise routine. He had to pace himself and it hurt like hell, but each day brought a little improvement. They filled the two pubs they played at to the max that weekend, and his ever-growing fan club showed up in full force. He only managed to speak to Ann once over the weekend, but he was tired, so he did not mind.

The following week a courier arrived with the documents he and Laura had to sign for the songs. Barney explained the legal mumble jumbo over the phone, while they signed and send the courier on his way. There wasn't much happening at the Varsity; they just received lists of what books they needed, and information about the courses. The new year will kick off in February, so everyone was just going through the motions. Taylor used the time to start working on a few new songs for the band, and one for Ann. Paul started getting even more moody during band practice, and even Taylor began tiring of his shit. Things were happening for the band, they were in a position to choose where they wanted to play on weekends, but Paul just kept on ruining the mood for everyone.

Paul is a third year student at the same Varsity as Laura, Jenny and Taylor, and enjoyed the fame more than anyone in the band. What he did not like, is the idea that it's not him they came to see, but Jenny and Taylor. Everyone in the band knew this, and the songs that attracted the most attention from the crowd were the ones Jenny sang, or had long guitar solos. Paul's boyish blond good looks did not really fit in with the type of songs he sang, and will fare better with a crowd that enjoyed POP music. The rest of the band looked like rockers, dressed like rockers, and acted like rockers. Taylor with his long dark hair, and black attire fit the bill, even though he did not jump around and dance on stage. Jenny looked awesome in her rock-chick outfits she wore, so Paul stood out like a priest at a witches convention. 

Luckily, for Paul, most of the songs Taylor wrote were for a male singer with female backup. On the other hand, the female could sing the lead, while the man then sang the backup, and with the fans, demanding to hear Jenny more, that was just what was happening. Most of the male students were not attracted to the pubs because Grudge was playing there, they just followed the female students. Now once they arrived at the venue, most guys rather wanted to see a hot chick singing, than a guy, something they could cheer about without looking gay. Since drunken men are louder than women, the band got a better crowd reaction when Jenny takes centre stage. Frank gave the crowd what they wanted, and everyone was happy, except for Paul.

He blamed the change happening inside the band on Taylor. Before Taylor joined, they might not have been so popular, but at least as lead singer he got more attention. With Taylor's arrival came new songs, and with those new songs came Jenny. The old songs suited his voice more, and were mostly chosen because they did not have a backup female vocalist. The rest of the band liked Taylor's songs, not only was it challenging to learn how to play them, but they were original, not ripped off from another band. Singers were hard to come by, so Taylor figured if the shit is going to hit the fan, then he would go, to replace him would be easier.

January passed into February, on weekends the band played, during the week it was classes, and exercise. His leg muscles were improving daily, and most evenings Taylor was so tired, he just fell in bed. Ann phoned once or twice a week, her celebrity status keeping her very busy. She invited Taylor to one of the events, but he declined, not that he did not want to see her, but they both knew if he appeared with her in public, the press would be all over him. Jenny was at their house often, and would tease Taylor, but he was just too tired to respond. Whenever he had a free moment, Taylor would work on a new song, he called it 'Broken.' At first, the song was about what he felt like, but he decided to change the words slightly, to reflect someone feeling broken up about a relationship.

March started with a bang, Taylor took his first steps without crutches, short steps, but steps nonetheless. Frank told them during band practice that he was entering them in a battle of the band's competition, and Ann wanted him to fly out so that they could start recording his song. She wanted him to record with them, and would not take no for an answer. The recording would take three days, and would take place at their music company's recording studio in Los Angeles. They haven't practiced anymore phone sex, since their last disaster, but Ann made it clear that she wanted more...whatever more meant, Taylor would take it. The battle of the bands competition was open to any new and upcoming bands, with the finals to be held in June. They would play at different venues, and the public would vote after each performance who goes through. 

Frank printed leaflets, and handed them out at the places they played at, hoping that some of the crowd would travel and support them. Luckily, one of the venues is in Casper. Frank had allot of confidence in Grudge's abilities; he said that most of the bands that entered the competition were garage bands. Kids that played out of their garage's at home, and who thought that they sounded good. There are a few well-known bands taking part, so they will have their work cut out for them.

Taylor and Laura was busy practicing his new song 'Broken' the Monday night when Jenny walked in.

"What the fuck was that," she exclaimed looking highly excited.

Taylor just looked up, while Laura answered. "Hi Jen, and welcome to you too."

"Did I just hear your brother singing...tell me my fucking ears aren't lying to me?"

Laura laughed, "Do you see anyone else in here?" They were in Taylor's gym slash recording studio. 

"Holly shit, I remembered you telling me that Taylor could sing, what you forgot to mention, is the fact that he can sing fucking better than anyone we know."

"Yes Jen, I know that, and now you know that, tell it to Mr. Pruts over here," she indicated in Taylor's general direction.

"Just drop it Laura," Taylor replied.

"Drop what Taylor, you are a selfish prick you know," Jenny replied before Laura could say anything.

"Selfish...what the hell are you talking about?"

"Yes fucking selfish, every single day we have to listen to that asshole Paul sing, and here you are, ten times a better singer than he is. Our band will sound a hundred times better if you sang."

"Stop over reacting Jenny, I was hired as a guitarist, not the vocalist."

"Does Frank know about your singing talent?"

"No, and like I said stop over reacting, you just walked in here and heard what...like one verse, and now all of a sudden you think I'm fucking Frank Sinatra."

"I have heard you singing for many years, and I've told you a hundred times that you sound better than that dick wand Paul," Laura replied.

"You're my sister; naturally you would say that to me Laura."

"Well I'm not, and I think you sound much better than Paul," Jenny quickly replied.

"I don't care Jenny, I'm not going to take Paul's place, he was in the band long before I showed up."

"Paul is dragging this band down, everyone fucking knows it, shit I'm not that great, but even I sound better than that prick."

"There is nothing wrong with your singing Jenny, you sound great."

"Yeah girl, I agree," piped in Laura.

"Well I'm okay, but I will never be an Ann Woodland, but I know that and I can live with it. That's what makes me so angry, you have the fucking talent, but you won't use it."

"I'm not planning on becoming some rock star Jenny; I'm just playing the guitar because I enjoy it. Once people know you have a certain talent, they will change...and in the end when that talent gets taken away...the same people will crucify you."

"Taylor, I know how you feel, but this isn't the same thing little brother." 

"Yes Taylor, fans aren't friends, and I believe you know better now...choose your friends better," Jenny replied.

"I know what you girls are trying to do, and I'm asking you nicely, please leave things alone."

"You can be so fucking mule headed sometimes Taylor, just grow up," Laura said angrily. 

"I said no, and that's final." With that, he got up, and walked the few feet to where his crutches stood against the wall. He grabbed them, and made his way out of the room, leaving two stunned females in his wake.

"Holly shit, he can walk, for how long has that been going on?" Jenny asked

"I don't know Jenny, this is the first time I've seen him without his crutches. He has been exercising twice as hard as he normally did, but the doctor said it would take more than six months."

"Well this night is certainly full of surprises. You must help me Laura, we must get him to sing, we simply must."

"Okay, but don't push him too much, I know Taylor, if we don't do this right, he will quit the band and just disappear into the dark side again."

"Give me the song's lyrics, I'm going to memorize them, and then sing it with you guys." 

"Okay, write them down, but please don't say anything to the rest of the band," Laura begged.

"No, I promise, but I'm going to force him to sing this with me, weather he wants to or not," Jenny laughed. 

"Just remember, take it easy okay?"

The next night Jenny arrived early, and when it became clear that she was not leaving, the two girls had another intense argument with Taylor. In the end, the girls wore him out, and once they began singing and playing, even Taylor had to agree that with Jenny there, it sounded better. Jenny realized after learning the words, that the song has deep emotional reverences to Taylor's own situation. Laura played the keyboard, leaving the singing to the other two, and after they ran through it a view times, she recorded the song. The keyboard added drums and a few other instruments, to give a general idea of what the song would sound like when played with real instruments, and after listening to the song being played back, everyone was impressed. 

On a high from hearing his song, Taylor agreed to the girl's suggestion of running through all his songs with Jenny, and Laura recorded every single one. They all listened to the recording in total silence, and when the CD played through to the last song, the two girls jumped around dancing and laughing. Taylor's voice had that ability to reach the low notes, and then rise high to a screech when needed. Unfortunately, the playback revealed the slight weakness in Jenny's voice, to carry the notes with the same clarity as Taylor, but she sounded better than Laura did. Jenny did not mind though, she knew that her voice would never make her a star, but as a background singer, her voice was just right.

"You know if we played this CD to Frank, Paul would be out of a job, don't you," Jenny said earnestly.

"No, you can forget that train of thought right now, it is not going to happen," Taylor replied.

"Why the hell not?" Asked Laura.

"Because I'm not going to allow it. Paul is an okay singer, and he does not deserve to be kicked from the band, just because you think I sound better."

"Sound better...fuck, what an understatement, he sounds like a wedding singer compared to you," Jenny cut in.

"And think of the band, with your voice they can really become something," Laura almost begged.

"Paul has as much right as anyone else to be in the band, they have been playing together long before I entered the scene. So I'm warning you two right now...I will fucking leave the band if I so much as hear a whisper about me replacing Paul." Taylor looked them in the eyes one at a time, "is that clear?"

"What if I promised you all the pussy you ever wanted...will that change your mind?" Jenny asked playfully.

"What makes you think I want your...what ever you are offering?"

"Ha, you little bastard, I will make you beg me," Jenny replied laughing. She walked over, pulled her skirt up slightly, and planted herself on top of Taylor. The short skirt rode up even higher, with her legs wrapped around his hips, and Taylor had to fight temptation not to look down. Jenny started grinding her crotch over his lower body, making it even harder for Taylor. Her soft ministrations had the desired affect on Taylor, his dick quickly rising to the occasion. 

"Mhhh...we have a life one here, turn on that recorder Laura, I will have him begging in no time at all," Jenny replied laughingly.

Taylor tried pushing Jenny off him, but there was no serious effort on his part to dislodge her. "Get off me Jenny," he ordered without any real conviction.

"I will go and make us something to drink," Laura said leaving the room.

"I will get off you, if you tell me what I want to hear," Jenny said untying the knot of his sweatpants.

"What do you want to hear, if it is about me singing, you can forget it." 

"Fuck singing, tell me how much you would like to fill my pussy with this big prick of yours," she moaned.

"I..." He could not find any words, because Jenny pulled the front of his sweatpants and his boxers down, releasing his rigid cock. Jenny lowered herself, bringing her panty-covered mound down onto his dick. Like the other night, she began sliding up and down the part of his dick that was exposed. He wanted more, and in his frustration to pull his pants down further, nearly dumped the bucking girl on the floor.

"Whoa there stud let me help." Jenny lifted her lower body, while Taylor pulled his clothing down to just below his balls. With his pants down, she lowered herself, and started riding him once more, dragging her pussy over his hard length. Taylor grabbed her hips, pushing and pulling her faster, while Jenny swooped down on his mouth, French kissing him like there was no tomorrow.

Laura arrived with three glasses filled with orange juice, but the couple was so engrossed in each other, they did not even notice her. Laura sat down on the stairs, drinking her juice, and watched the show. Taylor let go of her hip, and forced his right hand between their bodies, his fingers pulling at the soft material that separated them. He sighed with pleasure, when he finally managed to pull her panties away, enjoying the feel of her wet lips against his blood engorged prick. His middle finger found her clit, and his slow rubbing made her kiss him harder. Their breath was bursting through their mouths and noses in short salvos, as their pace increased the closer they came to orgasm.

Soft moans escaped from both of them, filling the room with the sound and smell of sex. Laura by this time had a hand down her own pants, frantically rubbing her clit. Taylor with his left arm on Jenny's hip pulled her further and further forward, until the top of his dick reached her wet opening, but due to the angle, he failed in penetrating her moist cave. His balls began tightening, warning him that his orgasm is getting close.

"I'm close," he said into her mouth.

"Me too, just let it happen," Jenny replied breathlessly.

Taylor increased the tempo and pressure of his clit rubbing effort, which caused her to up her grinding pace as well. With a load moan, he erupted, shooting thick strings of cum onto his T-shirt. The feeling was so intense, he stopped rubbing her clit.

"Don't fucking stop...yes...fuck...rub my clit," Jenny exclaimed while pumping her hips even faster. Taylor still enjoying the feeling of her wet pussy against his shaft quickly continued his finger rubbing efforts. In less than a minute, Jenny stopped kissing him, leaving his mouth to bite down on his shoulder, while Taylor quickly forced a finger into her tight cunt. She came with a load moan, biting painfully into his shoulder, her vaginal muscles clamping down around his finger, almost forcing it out of her warm hole. Her orgasm lasted nearly a minute, until with a final shudder her body relaxed falling against him.

"Shit I needed that," she almost purred.

"Your...erm...dress is going to be full of stains," Taylor said, his finger still inside her.

"Oh fuck yes," she replied jumping up, freeing his finger, and leaving his half-erect dick exposed. It was too late anyway, the front of her dress showing a number of wet spots.

While they composed themselves, pulling up clothes, adjusting underwear, both suddenly realized they had an audience. Laura sat there smiling, sipping her orange juice.

"What...you two were so far gone, mom, the neighbors, or even the whole band could have walked in here, you would not have noticed." 

"From that wet spot between your legs, you did more than watch, you little slut," Jenny replied laughing.

"Drink your juice bitch, while I go get a towel," Laura said heading up the stairs once more.

Jenny carried the two glasses to Taylor, handing him one. "Next time, I want you to cum in my mouth," she said between sips.

Taylor coughed, causing orange juice to splatter from his mouth, while Jenny laughed. "Who says there is going to be a next time?"

"Ha, you practically tried to force your dick into my pussy a few minutes ago, you should be ashamed young man, and trying to take my virginity...what will I tell my future husband?"

Taylor's face turned into his normal crimson red, "your virginity...sorry I did not realize," he spluttered.

Jenny laughed, "Oh Taylor, you are too easy. I'm only joking Hun, relax."

"Fucking women," he muttered softly, while grabbing his crutches and getting up. "Please excuse me; I need a shower and sleep."

Jenny waited until he was standing, and needing his arms on the crutches to support his body weight, before moving forward, grabbing his soft dick through his pants. "Say it," she softly growled, her mouth only inches from his.

"Say what?"

"That you want to fuck me...tell me now," she growled feeling his dick harden again between her fingers.




Rock Star Ch. 05



After their billboard adventure Payton and Dylan spent the next few days reworking the song they had made into a cohesive whole. It worked so well, and got them so horny listening to it that they often had to stop to fuck each other.

As soon as the band heard it they loved it, the first crowds went crazy for both the song and the very sexualized performance that Dylan and Payton engaged in while singing and playing it. 

And Mark their manager loved it too.

"This song is amazing, it is just right to be a single. Great hook, amazing lyrics and a melody that is what I call an Ear Worm. It just bores in and won't get out! I think we should make a video."

The whole band thought that was a fantastic idea. Ideas soon were shouted across the room and Mark had to rein everyone in. 

"Okay look. Write me up a paragraph detailing the ideas you each have for the video, e-mail it to me and then I'll try and budget out what it might cost and where we could film it, then we can all sit down again and decide which one is best for us. Okay?" 

They agreed. 

And in the end it was Farid's suggestion that made the most sense both financially and for the song artistically. Also the band thought it sounded the most exciting to film. 

Mark looked for places to film and found a spot that was perfect in a city they would be playing in soon. 

The band was getting enough attention that they booked a tour in Canada, and the location for the shoot was in Edmonton, Alberta.

The Charles Camsell Hospital was an abandoned building and had been filmed in before. The place had once burned a few years ago and it looked derelict and scary inside. 

The idea for the video was that Payton was a patient in an asylum and the rest of the guys were various doctors or visions from her nightmare. There would be scenes of strange medical practices, her in a "rubber room" and a crowd of inmates rocking out to the band playing a show in the asylum. 

Mark put together a crew, found a director and rented the site. They advertised on their website for a crowd of people to arrive on the day of filming that they would be shooting a concert sequence and asked them to dress in the closest thing they had to medical pajamas. 

They set aside time from touring for filming. They picked a few days before their concert in Edmonton, and a few days after, as well as some days after the Calgary show. 

There were a million little details and the thing was going to cost a lot, but they had the money socked away and many fans were willing to volunteer their time. 

The band recorded the song as best they could on garage band to have a playback for the video and they started looking for costumes. Payton contacted her designer friend and started talking about the looks for the shoot. 

The band had three weeks to put it all together and it took a lot of focus and energy from all the members to put together. This was the most ambitious thing they had yet done. More so than the albums and it had them all excited and edgy.

When it came time to film they were mostly relieved just to be doing the thing that had been taking over their lives for weeks. 

The first scenes they shot were of Farid as the mad doctor and Payton as his tortured patient. He wore medical scrubs with strange stains on them and a mask over his mouth and nose. Neal played his hunchback assistant. 

Payton was strapped to a medical table, her arms and legs bound by leather and her mouth gagged. Over her body she wore only a paper drape. It was two flat pieces of paper clipped around the neck, under her arms and across her hips. The front covered her from breasts to just below her groin and was open at the sides. The back piece covered her bum and back. 

It was a very medical looking covering, and allowed her to show far more skin than anything other than a bikini would allow for. There were tubes taped all over her body making it look like she was being experimented on. They mussed her hair to look unwashed and disheveled. Her make up looked nude. 

When Payton came out of the room she was using as a dressing room the wardrobe lady and make-up artist went with her to help her feel more comfortable, but the newly discovered exhibitionist refused a robe. 

She walked out, almost naked, in front of the crew and fellow band mates and silence fell awkwardly around the set. Her pussy started to get slippery as she felt all those eyes on her body. 

As the scene progressed Farid was to loom over her menacingly while Neal capered and clapped behind him, lasciviously staring at her nearly naked body. Payton for her part writhed and strained trying to fight the experiment, and escape her bonds. The dark gloom of the shot and the random medical equipment looked great. Payton's performance was very emotional and Farid and Neal looked appropriately insane. 

When they called a wrap on the scene everyone was extremely pleased with the day. Payton was tired, but also extremely horny from being basically naked in front of a dozen people all day, tied down and writhing in emotional torment. At home in her hotel she masturbated furiously for an hour, cumming and cumming as she replayed the erotic torture she had undergone.

She would have happily fucked Dylan all night, perhaps finding some more songs, but he had the day off and was out of town. 

The next day they filmed Payton in her rubber room. She wore a special straight jacket they had rented from a film company. It looked just like a normal one, but the straps didn't actually buckle closed. Instead the sleeves were velcroed to allow the wearer the ability to get out if need be. 

The white coat looked soiled and old, the buckles rusty and worn. Her arms were crossed over one another and strapped at the shoulder. There was a strap under the crotch and aside from the straight jacket Payton wore only a pair of small white panties. The strap ran along the groove of her sex and pulled the panties lewdly. As they filmed her writhing around screaming out the lyrics to the song the strap rubbed her burning crotch and Payton was on the verge of climax for most of it, she was so worked up. 

They filmed her singing the song by herself all morning. Payton had at least three climaxes that she was sure of during her time rolling around the rubber room lip-synching and grinding her clit with the canvas strap running between her bare legs. 

The next scene was of Payton still in her jacket but now Dylan and Jed were her nightmare tormentors. Both men wore ragged clothes that looked like prison uniforms of some sort. They had huge fingernails and long matted hair. Their faces were horribly made up to look like starved creatures from hell, gaunt, pale with burning eyes and long fangs. 

The two men leaped about clawing at Payton as she struggled to stay away from them, her shapely legs and pretty face painted to look scratched and bleeding from their claws. Scrambling around in her straight jacket stimulated Payton a great deal. 

Her pussy was a bit sore from being abraded all day, but it was so arousing to be exposed in front of so many people that Payton whispered to Dylan after one take, 

"Come to my change room on the next break. I need you to fuck me in your outfit while I'm in this straight jacket, okay?" 

"Hell yeah!" 

When they were wrapped for the day Payton and Dylan sneaked off to her room and he pulled aside her crotch strap with some difficulty given that his fingers had long wicked nails attached. When her red raw pussy was exposed Dylan pulled down his loose pants and aimed his pulsing cock at her glistening slot. 

Fucking her on the floor of the worn old room Dylan hovered over her, his nightmare face and hair inches from her own bloody scratched one. It was all Payton could do not to burst out in song as she was royally fucked by Dylan the Demon. 

With her arms bound she felt helpless and violated, and it inflamed her. Grunting her passion deep in her throat so none of the dozen people hanging around the set could hear her, Payton exploded in long held passion. Dylan was worked up from having to wait so long after she told him what they were going to do, and he couldn't hold out long. 

Soon he began to cum. Pulling out of her sodden slit he jetted his spooge on her thigh, aiming his jizz away from the costumes they had rented. As his warm spurt splashed on her thigh Payton began to cum as well and her arms ripped free of the Velcro bindings as she arched her body in delighted extremity. 

She felt Dylan move away from her as she continued to climax, his own orgasm evidently over. When she was able to look around for him Payton saw him looming over her with her cell phone out. 

"Can I film you right now? You look so creepy and sexy it is driving me nuts." 

A mini orgasm made her shudder with lust from his suggestion. "Do it." She hissed and he pressed record. 

Walking around her as she writhed on the floor Dylan filmed her in her straight jacket as she mimicked her efforts to escape from the video. Meanwhile his sperm dribbled down her thigh lewdly. Payton pretended she was insane and fighting invisible demons. 

Then she sat up and, utterly horny again because of the camera, she slurped Dylan's soft prick into her mouth and let him film her suckling him to life. When someone knocked on the door asking if she were okay she called out around his cock that she was just eating and would be a few minutes. Dylan stifled a laugh and pulled away. 

"Let's get changed." They did and went back to the hotel to shower off the make-up and slime. 

The next night they performed the Edmonton concert and the gig went very well. The fifteen hundred seat concert hall was sold out and the crowd loved them. The new song went over very well. Payton spoke to the audience about it, telling them about the video, and the crowd cheered the idea of them doing a video. 

The next day they did some more shooting of the nightmare scenes. Payton was in the halls of the hospital running from her enemies. They filmed two versions of the running scenes. 

In one version she was running from Dylan and Jed as the creepy demons. In these shots she wore a bandage outfit like the one Milla Jovovich wore in the Fifth Element. Dylan and Jed were gleefully evil as they chased her through the halls knocking things over and bouncing off the walls. 

The other version was Payton running from Farid's evil doctor and Neal's sadistic hunchback. In these shots Payton ran along the same halls wearing the paper hospital gown. The flimsy paper sheets hardly hid anything from the camera, and they had to redo many of the shots because her breasts would pop out as she ran, or her bald vagina would peek out. 

Everyone on set was growing more comfortable with her nudity. Her bare body had been on display over and over throughout the shoot, and it was becoming completely normal to see her intimate parts in full view. 

Being so thoroughly exposed was getting Payton very horny. Unfortunately she didn't have an opportunity to release her sexual tension. These shots took all day, and then the band had to load up and drive to Calgary for their show there. 

That concert was slow to start, the Calgary audience almost acting as if they were waiting for the band to impress them. But as the show progressed the band just continued to do what they did best, entertain, and soon this crowd was as loud and vocal as any other. 

That night fatigue robbed Payton of her earlier sexual appetite and she slept a deep dreamless slumber.

Driving back to Edmonton the next day the band got a day to relax, the three hour drive stopping them from shooting, but not from enjoying some R&R. They all went their separate ways when they pulled up to the hotel and Payton decided to go shopping at West Edmonton Mall. 

She found a few new outfits for both her own life and for the stage and had a great time trying them on. She ate and then went to a movie, her shopping bags taking up a whole seat beside her. 

Alone all day she was happy to get back to the hotel and play some guitar and let her mind wander. This life was wonderful. Hard work. Harder than she ever would have imagined, but it was extremely fun too. 

The last day of shooting was the big concert scene. Hundreds of fans turned out in pajamas. It was overwhelming to the band how many people wanted to be part of their first video. It took an hour to organize them in the big room set up for the concert. 

The crew had the people with the best inmate looking pajamas on the outsides and closest to the band. All the lights, the cameras and sound had been tested the day before, so it was just left to bring the band out and start. The guys wore black suits from the early twentieth century. Very gothic and formal. Their music wasn't Gothic, but the atmosphere demanded it. 

Payton wore a black gown of silky materiel. It had long, tight sleeves that covered her hands completely, except the index fingers. The neck was high and ruffled. The ruffles ran down the front to her breasts. The top swell of her breasts were covered to the nipple, then the gown cut away completely exposing her whole torso from below her nipples to just above her sex. Her tits were pressed close against her chest by the tight materiel which cut out around her boobs and only barely covered her aureola. The cut away ran down her sides and along her hips, then ran along her lower abdomen stopping its plunge just a couple inches above her pubic bone. 

Payton's tight toned abdomen was the feature of the outfit and she was pleased at the way she looked athletic and desirable in it. The lower half of her small breasts were exposed and looked like delicious fruits peeking from below the black silk of her dress. 

The bottom half of the dress was tight with long slits running along the sides over her hips leaving her legs exposed when she moved, revealing her black stockings and black garters. Payton wore black leather boots that laced to the knee. 

The back of the dress opened at shoulder height and left her entire back exposed as well, all the way down to her ass, hiding the cleft of her cheeks but exposing the dimples above her buttocks. 

Essentially the sides of the dress were suspenders holding the bottom to the top. 

Her face was made up pale with dark red lips that were almost black. Her eyes were deep in sultry shadow and her cheeks given just the barest hint of light pink blush. Her hair was pulled back and piled high on the back of her head, where it fell in long blond ringlets. 

Payton felt like a sex goddess in her dress. All but completely exposed she felt utterly desirable. The crew all applauded backstage when they saw her, and the band just stared at her, Dylan grinning, the rest mouths agape. 

When they hit the stage the crowd cheered and whistled for over a minute before they settled down to listen to the assistant director give everyone instructions over a megaphone. 

The song started and the band lip-synched the song and the crowd danced and cheered. Over, and over, all day. 

Each time they did the song the cameras moved somewhere else and caught a different angle. 

The band members danced and jumped and looked as cool as they could, Dylan making the girls scream with his thrusting pelvis and guitar moves. Payton flirted, and vamped and teased the crowd using the peek-a-boo quality of the dress to work them into a frenzy; her tight belly mesmerizing, her toned back hypnotizing, her stocking sheathed legs enticing and her nearly bare breasts defying gravity and tormenting all who wished that they would pop free. 

Payton reached out for hands and touched fingers with her adoring public, she leaned down and sang to them, and she humped her mic stand and made them scream. 

During a break she asked the director if they could shoot her crowd surfing, and he loved the idea. They set up a camera on a scaffold and shot from way above as she rode around on the supporting, groping hands of her electrified audience. 

Loving the fingers and hands pressed into her body, Payton was thoroughly aroused as men and woman fondled her body, clutching her legs, gripping her buttocks, rubbing her arms and bare back and groping her breasts as she was moved from hand to hand across the top of the teeming mass of people. 

After they shot everything the band signed autographs and posed for pictures. Many men and woman wanted to pose in positions of submission to Payton, and at first she was uncomfortable, but before long she began to relish the sense of power they gave her as she placed a boot on their chests, or shoulders, or pulled their hair and snarled for the camera. 

Men pressed hands to her belly whenever they could, feeling her warm smooth skin and grinning like idiots. 

She kissed people with and without tongue. They wanted her to bite them and spank them and in general treat them like her personal army of sex minions. 

Finally after an hour of this she gracefully ended the photo session and changed into her street clothes, still wearing the make-up, for now. People still waited outside the hospital as a volunteer driver took her out of the parking lot and back to the hotel. 

Payton was exhausted and proud of her work today. Also she felt gratitude and love for the fans that had supported them today. She wished she could fuck them all, and yet just thinking about it added to her fatigue. 

Running a bath she soaked for half an hour in steamy heat and slipped naked into her bed, feeling like she had made love all day and had dozens of orgasms. Sleep took her in minutes and she dreamed of the scene with the crowd heaving and waving at her, singing her lyrics back to her.

Payton's dream evolved. Suddenly as she was singing she noticed the crowd were clamoring for her, climbing up onto the stage and clawing for her. Their beautiful faces were changing into faces like the demons in the video. 

Hands reached for her and began to rip the gorgeous dress from her body. In moments she was surrounded by demons all stripping her, baring slender body. The band continued to play the song, and Payton's own voice was still singing from the sound system but she was trying to tell the demons to let her perform. 

When she opened her mouth to call out to them to stop one of the demons began to kiss her, driving its tongue into her mouth and filling it with the sweet, slippery feel of a lover's intimate kiss. 

Payton was naked on the stage in front of what seemed to be thousands of people being molested by her adoring, demonic fans. Hands groped her body, fingers clawing her breasts leaving scratches on the soft white pillows of her bosom. Other hands spread her thighs apart embarrassing her. Someone invaded her sex with fingers, the long thick appendages filling her aching slit with hard, probing digits. 

The fingers inside her curled around and found her g-spot and began to make her pant and moan as her body came to life with profound desire. Payton could see the cameras all around her recording her humiliating defilement as she approached orgasm from the fingers thrusting deep inside her.

Then suddenly she was on her knees and her face was surrounded by cocks. Strange, gnarled, demon cocks. The demon that had been kissing her had moved away and was now pushing her face toward one of the big, thick cocks straining toward her mouth. 

Payton tried to say no but her open mouth was suddenly filled with that pulsing erection. Automatically Payton began to suck the cock, wanting only to give pleasure to her fans. As fingers continued to grope every inch of her body Payton slurped the hard pole in her mouth. 

As the demon thrust in and out of her face she felt hands lift her arms and put more cocks in her grip. They held her hands over their hard-ons and stroked themselves using her fingers. Then another cock spread open her pussy and filled her down below. Now she was pleasuring four of the demons, her attention scattered as her vista was filled by throbbing boners. 




Rock Star Ch. 05



Hands took her head and lifted it from the one cock and shoved another into her gasping mouth. Once more she was forced to service a demon and she did her best to please the insistent cock humping her face. 

Then yet another cock was pushed into her body. Someone crammed yet another hard tool into her, this time it was inserted into her tiny asshole. Her body was jammed full of hot meat and all of those cock were thrusting in and out making her quiver with passion. 

Payton was now a pincushion filled with cock. Each part of her body was brimming over with huge erections, stretching her petite body to its limits and beyond. 

There was no pain, but there was fear. What if she split open? How many cocks could she hold?

Then more members were shoved near her face. They were being rubbed on her cheeks, in her hair, poked in her ears and stroked over her nose. Demons were fucking her armpits, the bend of her knees, and elbows. There were two cocks in her pussy and three in her bum. They were being rubbed on her feet as she was lifted in the air over the crowd that swarmed the stage. Every part of her body was being used to get someone off. 

A demon began to fuck her belly button and his huge cock entered her teeny opening and stretched even that wee hole into a new pussy. The tight hole expanded to accommodate this invasion and soon she had another vagina on her belly. Wet pussy juice oozed out of her new cunt and poured out over her belly. 

Then more penises were forced into her body creating more vaginas all over her. She grew slippery holes under her arms, behind her knees, on the soles of her feet and on the palms of her hands. Each one of these new vaginas came with a puffy set of labia and a sensitive clitoris, and each one was tingling from blissful use. 

Payton was being fucked by what seemed like dozens of cocks in countless holes and she felt overwhelming pleasure in each. She was climaxing in most of her new pussies and she couldn't breathe because of the power of her many simultaneous climaxes. 

Then just when she felt she could take no more the demons began to orgasms as well. The cocks all began to spray steaming hot sperm into her mouth, and then into all her other holes. Each one of her pussies was filled with demon cum. 

Then the cocks that were being crammed into her anus spurted thick goo into her rear end. Next the cocks in her ears released gouts of jizz, and the poles rubbing over her face sprayed her features with thick oozing semen. 

There on the stage, in front of the crowd, the cameras, her band mates and the world Payton was bathed in sticky sperm. 

The endless flow of spunk drizzled slowly out of the hundreds of cock aimed at her and she knew, in that dreamlike way we know things in our sleep, that she was supposed to drink it all. 

Suddenly Payton was on her knees on the stage reaching for spewing cocks and drinking the thick flow of jism issuing forth from them all. 

The tide was endless and she gasped and gobbled and did everything she could to swallow everything, but it was impossible. The thick flow spread out around her, dribbling from erections everywhere she looked and spattering onto her pale skin. 

Crawling helplessly through the slippery mess she tried to reach all the demons and drink their cum, but she just couldn't get everywhere. There were too many and no matter which way she turned, or how many boners she sucked she just couldn't swallow all those loads. 

Soon the cum was inches deep all over the stage. She was slipping in it and falling and she couldn't get where she needed to go. The band was still playing but sperm was rising to their knees, covering them. 

Payton lay down face first in the sticky goo and tried to collect it all in her arms, pulling the thick flow to her and trying to shove it all in her mouth. Her whole body was drenched in the slime but she couldn't stop. If Payton didn't take all this in it might drown the world. 

Then when she was beginning to panic and despair the women in the audience began to help her. Hundreds of beautiful women began to drink the semen with her. Each of them gulped and slurped and swallowed the endless loads of cum and slowly, drop by drop, they all drank the ocean of jizz that threatened to cover everything. 

Payton felt guilt that she couldn't do it on her own, that she had to beg help from her fans, but they seemed perfectly willing to help her and soon the river of cum stopped and the girls drank it all away to the point where only Payton and the stage were left stained by the sticky mess. 

Then the women from her audience began to lick the sperm off of her body. They surrounded her and their soft wet tongues lapped at her body, tasting the cum smeared over her skin. 

Their soft mouths kissed her body licking her nipples and sucking her pussy, removing all the sperm and washing her clean from the stain of failure. 

Soft pink lips kissed her mouth and Payton was awash with a new form of bliss. Once more she began to climax, but this time from the delicate kissing and licking of the pretty women fans who adored her and wanted to clean her slim body. 

Then these women too were naked and they began to put their breasts in Payton's face, asking her to kiss their nipples. She licked and kissed the soft mounds gratefully, enjoying the pillowing quality of the female form.

A soft wet pussy was placed over Payton's mouth and she began to lap at the soft wet folds appreciatively. 

This part of the dream was more indistinct because Payton had never been with a woman, but she was intimately familiar with her own sex and the pussy over her mouth felt like her own.

As she licked the tender lips of the woman squatting over her face Payton felt a perfect echo of a tongue on her own sex. Each lap of tongue, each kiss of a mouth was repeated between Payton's wide open thighs. 

Soft caressing hands stroked over her tingling flesh driving her crazy with the achingly sweet touches. Her nipples were being suckled tenderly by soft wet mouths and smooth, pliable breasts were pressed to her skin here and there giving her a loved, enveloping feeling.

Then the mouth on Payton's pussy focused on her clit and Payton began to climax powerfully, her body arching up seeking to envelope the mouth causing such delight. 

Payton was crying out her pleasure while still licking the pussy on her face and when that woman started to cum Payton drank the river of fluid that gushed out of her lover.

This flow of female ejaculate tasted just like sperm to her dreaming mind and Payton loved the flavour. She drank the endless flow as her own orgasm crested and washed out from Payton's slit over and into the mouth of the woman tasting her. 

Then suddenly Payton was back in her bed.

Lying panting in her tangled sheets Payton was drenched in sweat, her mouth dry and desperate for fluid.

She marveled at the intensity of her dream, the passion she had been feeling still tingling in her body. Reaching down she discovered that her slit was sopping wet, her clit painfully engorged and sensitive to touch. 

Standing she staggered nude to the bathroom and got a glass of water from the tap. As she drank she glanced at herself in the mirror and saw how flushed and mussed she was from bed and the intensity of her dream.

Then she gazed at her slender body and wondered if she actually wanted to sleep with a woman. Finished her drink she began to massage her breasts pretending that another woman was feeling her mounds and that she was in turn massaging someone else's boobs. 

A spike of lust throbbed in her aching pussy and Payton suddenly knew she wanted to experience making love to a woman. 

With a new goal in mind she went back to bed and fingered herself to an explosive orgasm while imagining fucking a woman. Then she drifted back to sleep, images of her favorite actresses cascading through her imagination sensually. 



Rock Star Ch. 05



"I...want you..."

"That's enough for now," she softly replied, before kissing him. The kiss lasted another thirty seconds. "Good night Taylor." Jenny released him, allowing him to scurry out of the room.

Wednesday his airline tickets arrived. Taylor had already asked a few classmates to take notes for the classes he would miss, and that night during band practice, they made sure Paul could play the songs on his guitar. It wasn't perfect, but no one cared, they were all happy that he was going to record with a huge star like Ann Woodland. At the end of band practice Jenny pulled him aside, kissed him and made him promise that he would not forget her, stay in tinsel town, and marry the super star. Taylor assured her that Ann was not that interested in him, and left with a smile.

Thursday morning early, Laura dropped him off at the airport, and in no time at all, he was in the air on his way to Los Angeles. 



Rock Star Ch. 06



A chauffeur dressed in black with his name on a signboard waited for him at arrivals. The driver carried his guitar case and luggage, if you can call his one bag of clothes as luggage, to a black limo parked in the 'disabled' parking zone. Taylor phoned Ann once he was settled in the back of the luxurious vehicle.

"Hi Ann, I'm here."

"Hello baby, did the limo driver find you?"

"Yes thank you, you could just have sent a normal car you know."

Ann laughed, "This is LA baby, we do everything in style. Are you tired?"

"No I am fine; it was just a three hour flight."

"Okay baby, the limo will bring you to the company's recording studio, I will meet you here."

"Okay Ann."

"And baby...I'm so happy that you've come," she ended the call.

The traffic from the airport into the city kept the limo at a crawl, but after an hour, the limo stopped in front of a ten-story building, with the words MMG Records, displayed on the front. A pretty woman dressed in a sexy figure hugging business suit, greeted him as he stepped out of the limousine.

"Hello gorgeous, I'm Susan, that's Barry," she indicated to a young man also dressed in a suit, "he will take care of your luggage."

"Hi Susan, and thank you Barry."

"If you will follow me, I will take you up to the studio."

Taylor followed the woman, admiring the way her skintight suit clung to her curves. While they walked, she kept up her friendly banter, telling him about all the great artists that have recorded in this building. They took a lift to the fifth floor, and then down the hall into a large room. On one side behind a glass enclosure was the recording studio, with all the gadgets, and on the other side the artist room, where they would be playing. In the middle where they were now, were a few couches, table with food and drinks, and the guys from Ann's band.

Susan was busy introducing him to the band members, when a pair of arms grabbed him from behind.

"Hello baby," cried Ann, turning him and suddenly warm lips clamped down on his.

After a few seconds, she released him, staring up at his red blushing face. "Oh how I've missed that blush," she said to everyone in general. 

"Hi Ann."

She looked over at Susan before playfully saying, "Did that bitch Susan try anything with you, I will scratch her eyes out."

"No...she help..."

"I know the kind of help she likes to give to handsome young men," then looking at Susan with a smile, "keep your hands to yourself bitch, he is mine."

Everyone laughed, enjoying his flustered look. "Come sit here next to me baby, while we chat, that she-devil can bring us something to eat."

While the two of them filled each other in about what they've been up to the past two months, Susan served them drinks and snacks. Taylor admired Ann's skintight leather pants, and white T-shirt with what looked like a vampire rising from the grave, printed on it. 

She caught him staring. "Are you checking out my boobies Taylor...I know they aren't that big, but..."

"Nooooo...really, I was just..."

"So you don't like my boobies," she replied with a pretend pout.

"No...I mean yes...no that's not what..." Taylor stammered.

"Is that a yes, or a no Taylor? Do you think I should go for surgery?" Ann asked enjoying teasing him.

"No, I was looking at the print, really, I was not staring at your..."

Ann leaned forward and kissed him, stopping the words. "I know baby, I love making you blush, but you can look anytime you want to, okay." She whispered to him.

The producer quickly explained what he wanted from them, and how it's going to happen, this was mainly for Taylor's benefit. There were no questions, so it was time to start recording. 

"Follow me baby, let's get you settled."

She led him into the glass-covered room, and showed him his seat. It was soft like an office chair, but much higher. "Okay baby, the recording will take long. Sometimes it will only be you playing, other times one of the other band members, so have patience okay."

He nodded, and she continued. "I know the song, and Kenny, the bass guitarist will sing the male vocals. I hope we do your song justice."

"I know you will," he looked at the others entering and taking their places, "I'm sure everyone here will."

Ann's lips brushed his quickly before she moved off to the front, where her chair and mike has been set up. A technician plugged in their instruments, handed him some earphones, and then the fine-tuning of the instruments began. It took nearly an hour before the producer on the other side of the room gave them the thumbs up. Ann's voice came through the earphones, telling them that they are going to play through the song a few times, so everyone can get used to each other, and then the recording started in earnest. 

Taylor opened with the long intro, the drums followed, the bass guitar, and finally the keyboard and others joined in. They played through the song a few times, and then Ann began to sing, with Kenney joining in. Through the earphones, he could not really say if it sounded good, but before he realized it was time for a break. Everyone gathered in the lounge, smoked, drank, and chatted away happily. After thirty minutes they were back in the studio, where Taylor played the song through on his own a few times. The other guys did the same, and he took of his earphones when Ann sang on her own, just listening to her sing his song. The same pattern repeated itself, through the rest of the day and into the night.

Sometimes, only one member would go in and play his instrument, with the producer constantly in their ears about what he wanted, but just after ten that night, he called it a wrap. The producer and his staff will be mixing and cutting, but they were free until ten Friday morning, for another recording session.

"Are you tired baby?" Ann asked.

"No, this is great, and I'm really enjoying myself."

Ann laughed, "wait until you have to record a whole album, then we will see who is enjoying themselves."

"Yeah, I can just imagine," replied Taylor.

"Okay baby, we are going to my brother's apartment from here, he is an actor, so I thought it easier to stay there...keep a low profile."

"Sure Ann, lead on I will follow," he said grabbing his bag of clothes and throwing it over his shoulders.

"I will carry the bag Taylor."

"No, I'm okay; it is light compared to my bag I have to carry around the college."

"If you say so baby."

They said their farewells to the other people, and then left. He followed Ann on his crutches, down the hall, into the elevator, and then out into the garage in the lower basement of the building. A huge muscled black man, who Ann introduced as her bodyguard, called Sam, met them. He held the doors to a black SUV open for them, and they climbed inside, before Sam drove them out of there. Her brother's apartment was just a thirty-minute drive, and time passed quickly before they arrived. Sam drove into the basement garage of the five-story building, with its security cameras and huge walls around the building. Sam opened the doors, led them to the elevator, and then said his goodbyes, informing them he will see them at nine.

Taylor watched Ann open the doors with a key, and then once they were inside, used the same key to lock the doors. She did not press a button, but the lift quietly rose to the right floor. "Each tenant has his own key, so you just insert it, and it will take you to the desired floor," she explained.

Once out of the lift, she led him down a richly carpeted hall, towards a door on the left. "We share this floor with one other tenant, some rich oil baron's son, but he is never here."

Ann unlocked the door, and they entered the huge apartment. Italian tiles covered the floors, the front door opened into a lounge with an open plan kitchen. The lounge suit area was richly furnished with soft gray leather couches, lamps, paintings, flat screen TV, and the other usual stuff. Ann led him further into the apartment, and into a large beige painted room, with thick carpets, double bed, and a bathroom.

"This is you room, drop you bag and I will give you a quick tour."

He followed her, and she showed him the other four rooms, a small gym, and an entertainment room, with bar, Jacuzzi, and large outside patio. "There is a larger gym, with warm water swimming pool in the basement," she said

"Your brother must have paid a fortune for this place," Taylor replied looking around him.

"I bought it for him, as a gift...I'm rich you know."

"Okay, sorry I did not realize."

"So you mean you aren't after my money...hmm...I wonder, it must be my innocent eighteen-year old body then," she replied with a laugh.

"No...I should've..."

Ann laughed, "Taylor, Taylor, you should really stop blushing like that when you are around a girl. You will make her fall in love with you."

"I erm..."

"It is okay baby, I'm going to shower, wanna join me?"

Taylor blushed even more crimson, "I...no...I mean..."

"I'm just joking baby, although..."

Taylor wanted to cry out with frustration, why the fuck did he have to be so tongue tied around this woman. "Where is your brother?"

"Hmm...why do you ask, are you planning to ravish me, if my brother is not here to protect me?"

"No, I was just wondering."

"He is probably at his boyfriends place, but keep it quiet okay."

"Sure, I promise," he replied. 

"Okay, since you do not want to join me, make yourself at home, while I shower and jump into my pajamas," she said with a naughty grin all over her face.

Taylor went to his room, unpacked, showered, dressed in his pajama trousers and a T-shirt, and then waded into the living room. Ann was nowhere, so he sat down on one of the couches, and turned on the TV. He quickly found a program he liked, sat back into the soft leather, and waited for Ann to appear. He did not know what to expect from this weekend, or from Ann, so he decided that he would just go with the flow. Taylor does not have any close friends, but if his old school buddies from pre-accident times could see him now, they would cream in their pants. They all watched a young Ann Woodland on TV, fantasized like any normal boy about a beautiful young actress, and look at him, he was here, in her home.

"What are you grinning about, having dirty thoughts?" Ann asked entering the room, wearing a large nightdress, like his sister's. Her long blond hair was tied in a ponytail, and her face washed clean, she looked like a sixteen year old.

He blushed, since she wasn't way of target before replying, "No just daydreaming."

She threw a large soft blanket at him, disappeared, and then reappeared with a big cushion. "Make yourself comfortable, and leave me some space, while I make us some hot chocolate."

Taylor turned the couch into a bed with the blanket and cushion, but remained sitting, while he waited for Ann. She arrived carrying two cups of hot chocolate, and handed him one, before sitting down next to him, their hips touching.

"What are you watching baby, anything interesting?"

"No nothing really, is there anything you want to see?"

"I love the animal channels, can you switch it to one of them?" She asked with a shy smile.

Taylor browsed through the channels, finding a program about sharks, "Is this okay?"

"Yes thank you."

Taylor finished his chocolate drink, and Ann soon after. "Okay baby, scoot over," she ordered, pushing her small body between his and the back of the couch. "Come, get under the covers."

He lay down next to her, and pulled the blanket over them. Ann lay on her side, her head on his chest, and her one leg over his. "Hmm...I love this, you smell nice."

She slipped her hand underneath his T-shirt, making his muscles jump. "Damn Taylor, I never liked body builders, but shit, I love the way your muscles move under my fingers."

"I'm not a bodybuilder."

"I know Hun, your body looks more like something Michael Angelo would have sculpted, a roman God or something," she said laughing softly at his blushing face.

"Watch your TV program woman, you are talking nonsense," Taylor replied with a smile.

Her hand softly stroked across the expanse of his upper body, while Taylor tried to think of anything else, but her touch. The problem is that they both were staring across his lower body to see the TV, and her soft stroking was slowly causing him to have an erection. The thin blanket clearly showed an ever-larger growing bump, right in front of them. He lay there waiting for her to say something, but she stopped stroking him, he looked down, and realized that she has fallen asleep. He followed her example, and closed his eyes, quickly drifting off to sleep.

His alarm clock woke him the next morning at six. He was in a bed, and it took him a few minutes, to recall where, what and how he ended there. Ann had awakened him during the night, and they had both moved to their separate bedrooms, to continue sleeping. He quickly did his morning business, and then made his way to the gym. An hour and a half later, he jumped into the shower, and after dressing walked into the kitchen area. He could hear Ann's shower running, so he made them some coffee, while he waited. Ten minutes later, she walked in wearing a large robe, gave him a kiss and hug, grabbed her cup, and walked out again.

Taylor searched through the fridge, found some eggs, bacon and cold meats, and quickly started a breakfast. When Ann returned fully dressed, wearing makeup, and hair teased, he was done.

"Morning baby, did you sleep well?"

"Yeah great thanks, are you hungry?"

"I'll just have a piece of toast, thank you, but please enjoy yourself, while I'm reading my mail," she answered.

Taylor ate, while watching Ann reply to a few emails on her laptop. "I woke up early, and heard you exercising, is all the equipment that you need there?" She asked.

"Yes thank you, I hope I did not wake you."

"No silly, although I usually sleep late, I set my alarm clock for seven."

"Me too, my first classes normally start at about ten, and then finishes roundabout three in the afternoon. So I usually gym in the afternoons."

"I do yoga, but this weekend we will be to busy. So tell me baby, how is your legs coming on, Laura said you can walk short distances without the crutches already?"

"Slowly," was his guarded answer.

"Please take it easy baby, I know no one can really understand how you feel, but please, don't push yourself too much."

"You and Laura talk allot?"

"Only about you baby," she answered laughing.

"Knowing my sister, I guess you know everything that happens in my house," he replied shaking his head.

"She just wants what is best for you; don't get angry with her, okay."

"She should mind her own business."

"My brother says that too," replied Ann laughing.

Ann's phone rang; she answered it, and closed it. "Sam is downstairs, are you ready?"

"Shit, I must clean up this mess."

"No, relax silly, the maid should be here anytime now, just leave it."

"Okay, I'm ready then, let's go."

The day followed the same pattern as the day before, but Taylor and the other band members played less and Ann sang more. At the end of the night Ann looked tired, her voice sounded strained, and Taylor began worrying about her. He wanted to say something to the producer, but in the end kept quiet. Finally, they were done, and Ann was so tired, she fell asleep on the way home. After showering, they both fell asleep on the couch again, only to get up during the night, and move to their bedrooms.

The next morning after breakfast, they arrived at the studio ready for another day of recording, but the producer told them to wait in the lounge. The sound of Taylor's guitar filled the room, the drums joined, and then the rest of the instruments. Then Ann's voice rose from the speaker system, it sounded fantastic. The song finished, everyone sat silently for a few moments, and then burst into applause. Ann jumped up, ran to the producer and hugged him, the rest of the band danced around, laughing loudly, and walked over to Taylor shaking his hand. Ann jumped on top of him, and kissed him for a long time, leaving them both breathless, before hugging and kissing the rest of the band.

"It is going to be a hit baby; your song is going to be a hit!" She shouted above the noise of the others.

Taylor smiled; he knew the moment he wrote the song, that if someone like Ann sang it, that it would sound great. The producer joined the other members, congratulating them all, champagne was opened, and everyone toasted each other. Ann was on top of Taylor, when one of the band members decided to start spraying them with champagne, the rest joined in, and soon the two of them were dosed with the sticky fluid. Susan brought them towels, so they cleaned what they could, and then everyone settled down. They listened to the song for a few times more, before the producer called it a day. The video shoot of the song will be in a month's time, but the recording session was done.

"So, what do you want to do for the rest of the day?" Ann asked after the short celebration. 

"I'm not really sure, there isn't anything that I really want to see, and I'm sure you don't want press all around you."

"I have some disguises," she laughed.

"Okay, in that case, will you Ann Woodland please accompany me to a dinner and a movie?" Taylor mockingly bowed over, like an eighteenth century gentleman.

Ann looked at him strangely, and Taylor thought he said the wrong thing. "Are you serious?" she asked softly.

"I'm sorry Ann; did I say the wrong thing again?"

"No...it is just...no one has ever asked me to go to a movie and dinner before."

"Oh...I did not know, but we can do some..."

"NO...I want to go to a movie and dinner with you...I accept, thank you for being so sweet Taylor."

Ann had a few things to do at the studio, so Taylor went downstairs to the basement, to speak with Sam, the bodyguard. 

The big African American grinned when he saw Taylor. "You guys finished?" he asked.

"Yes Sam, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what's up?"

"Well, I've asked Ann to go on a date with me, dinner and movie, that kind of thing, and..."

Sam burst out laughing, then after seeing the distraught look on Taylor's face, stopped and composed himself, "I'm sorry Taylor, go on."

"Like I said, dinner and a movie, but I'm a student, and money is tight you know, so I was wondering."

"No need to worry about money Taylor, where ever Ann goes, she goes for free. Any restaurant or movie house for that matter would pay you, just for bringing her, they like having famous people in their establishments."

"No, I want to take her someplace where if she wore some kind of disguise, she would not get recognized, no press, no groupies, just Ann. Can you help me?"

"Sure, but I need to think of her protection."

"I know, it comes with the territory I guess, do you have a wife...girlfriend?"

"Yeah, I have a girlfriend or two, why?"

"Well, why not bring her with...we can look like a couple of guys on a double date."

Sam smiled, "great idea and we can go to the movie house in my neighborhood, there is a nice Chinese restaurant just around the corner. Famous people never go to that part of the town."

"Thank you Sam...and Sam, will your girlfriend know who Ann is?"

"Yes, but don't worry about it, she's not a fan."

After Sam dropped them off, they ate a quick lunch, and then napped on the couch for the rest of the afternoon. Taylor woke up first, and kissed Ann softly on the lips. She opened her eyes smiling at him.

"Ann, we need to go shower and dressed, Sam will be here in an hour."

Ann looked puzzled, "I gave Sam off for the night, we can use the limo service."

"Actually we are going on a double date, and I know this might sound rude, but can you just dress in a normal pair of jeans, and a T-shirt or something."




Rock Star Ch. 06



Ann smiled, "oh, so we are going undercover tonight." She jumped up and kissed him. "Thank you baby, I'm not in the mood for any paparazzi tonight."

She appeared forty minutes later, her hair in a ponytail, jeans, T-shirt, and a sweater with a hoody. With the no makeup look, she looked just like any normal young girl. Sam arrived, driving an old Chevrolet, with an attractive black girl called Jessica as his date. The Chinese restaurant was low key, and after they stuffed themselves, they walked to the movie theater just around the corner. Girls being girls, they chose a romantic comedy, and after getting popcorn and coke, Taylor sat watching the movie while Ann held his hand. After the movie, they took a cab home, allowing Sam to do what ever he does when he has a Saturday off.

Inside the apartment, Ann grabbed him around the waist, kissing him intensely for a few minutes. "Thank you baby that was my first ever official date."

"What do you mean, your first date, surely you..."

She silenced him with another kiss, before replying, "No baby, I have been to dinners, awards, premiers, and all that crap, but I've never been on a date...with anyone."

Taylor sheepishly replied, "It is my pleasure Ann."

"Okay, why don't you jump into your pajamas, while I make us some hot chocolate?"

Taylor quickly dressed in his pajama pants, T-shirt, and made his way back to the lounge. Ann wearing a yellow nightshirt, was just busy throwing hot milk into two cups. He knew the routine by now, so he climbed under the soft wooly blanket, and waited for Ann to join him.

Ann took the remote, and browsed through the TV channels, selecting a horror movie, before climbing under the covers with him. They drank their hot drink, before she maneuvered herself next to him.

"Are you tired baby?"

"No, just happy and relaxed."

Ann slipped her hand underneath his T-shirt, "so, now that you have me here, what are you going to do with poor innocent me?"

Taylor leaned his head down, grasping her lips with his own, before French kissing her.

"Hmm...I want more," she softly moaned, pulling his head down to her face. 

Her roving hand, soft lips, and leg over his crotch area, had the normal effect on his body. His dick started getting hard, and to hide this fact, he turned sideways, so that he lay on his side facing her. Ann deepened the kiss, and curled her right leg around his ass, pulling his body tighter into hers. Taylor's left hand streaked around her, and starting from her lower back, stroked his way up to her hair, before gripping her by the ponytail, and pushing her face harder into his. They had trouble breathing after a while, so when Ann left his mouth to gulp some air, Taylor swooped down on her neck. He kissed his way around her neck, and stopped to first nibble, and then suck on her earlobes. 

"Oh hell, I like that," she said, her right hand like a claw, scratching his back. "Bite my neck baby...yes...like that," she moaned as he followed orders. When he looked downwards between their bodies, he could see her nipples almost trying to force their way through the soft material of her nightgown. Ann arched her back, pulling her head backwards to give him more access to her throat, causing her hard nipples to stand out even more.

After a few moments, she said, "wait honey, you're crushing my arm." She pushed him on his back, and then climbed on top of him, her ass just below his erection. Taylor wasn't wearing any underwear, so his blood filled penis made a large tent of his pajama pants. 

Ann laughed, and slapped his dick playfully, "Hey watch where you point that thing buster." 

Taylor like usual blushed bright red, before trying to apologize, "sorry...I will..."

"Shush baby, now it is my turn." Ann leaned forward, her stomach pushing his erection down, and began kissing him again. She started with his lips, and then moved her way downwards to his neck, before returning to his ears. Taylor with nothing else to do, but enjoy the sensations her lips created, scratched her back, his arms roaming lower and lower, until he cupped her ass cheeks. Ann liked the feeling so much; she reached backwards, and pulled her nightshirt up, allowing him to place his hands on her naked cheeks. While she continued kissing and biting, he explored her well-toned ass, his fingers playing with her thong.

"Lift up baby; I want to take your shirt off." Taylor let go of her ass, and helped her remove his T-shirt. Ann lowered herself, and started kissing his neck, slowly working her way down his upper torso. She sucked on his nipples, before lightly biting them and Taylor was glad he did not have a hairy chest. The only disadvantage of her working her way slowly down, was that her ass moved out of range, so he gripped her by the head, his fingers entwined through her hair. Her warm lips made his pectoral muscles jump, as she nibbled and sucked her way to just above his pajama top. The feeling of her breasts dragging across his raging hardon, nearly made him choke on his own breath.

Ann stopped kissing, and looked up at him. "Taylor, Taylor, what do we have here?"

She teased him by running a finger just under the band of his pajamas. Taylor's mouth was so dry; he could not utter a word even if he wanted to. Ann looked into his eyes, seeing the same passion displayed as in her own, before pulling his pajama top down, freeing his erection. 

"Oh my God, it is so big baby...is it hurting you?" His dick looked huge and swollen to her.

"No...it doesn't hurt," he lied. Taylor was so close to cumming, all the friction between their bodies had played havoc with his feelings. "I just think we should let it rest, for a while...I'm close...I don't want..." 

"Hush baby...I understand." Ann reached forward, the tip of her finger touching his dick, causing it to jump. Taylor held his breath. The finger slowly explored the head, and then moved downwards, right down to the base, following the blood-engorged veins. His pajama pants hid his balls from sight, so she pulled them just slightly down, before continuing her exploration. Her touch was very soft, but to Taylor it felt as if someone was stroking him with an electric wire. A soft hand encircled him, just below this dick head, testing for size and girth, before slowly stroking downwards.

Taylor groaned with pleasure, "Do you like this baby?" He nodded his head, so she applied just a little more pressure. Taylor gripped the side of the couch, his hands digging in deep, while Ann upped her tempo.

"STOP...I'm close!"

"Shush baby," she replied, pulling his shaft backwards slightly, so that the point was aimed towards her midriff. Ann increased the pace, and on the third stroke, his dick nearly exploded. Thick ropes of cum shot out of him, landing on her nightdress. Taylor moaned, thrusting his hips upwards, while Ann's hand kept on milking him. She continued stroking him, until the river of ball juice turned into a slow drip, before using the bottom part of her nightdress to wipe her hands, and his three-quarter erect penis clean.

"Fucking hell baby," she laughed, "you must have been holding on to that load for a long time." Taylor blushed, and could not look her in the eyes, remembering Jenny on Tuesday night. Ann immediately picked up on the guilty look, "That little bitch Jenny, did she make you cum...what did she do baby...tell me everything?"

Taylor looked up at Ann, she did not look angry, but he wasn't sure. She sat there, her nightdress covered in spunk, with a slight smile on her face. With a red blushing face, he told his tale, from the night Jenny interrupted him, what he did with his sister, and then finally about what happened on Tuesday. Ann said nothing, just encouraged him to continue, until the whole tail was revealed.

"Are you angry?" he asked after a while when she said nothing.

"No, I have no reason to be angry, to be honest with you...I expected much worse."

"Worse?"

"Yes, when I met Jenny and your sister that night, I realized that Jenny was a very sexually aggressive female, she even came onto me. When your sister left to get you from the big tent, Jenny said she would like to fuck you, but that you were shy and inexperienced. Are you still a virgin Taylor?"

He blushed again, just nodding his head. "I thought as much, and while we phoned each other, the only thing that bothered me, was that you would loose that sexy shyness. I knew with Jenny around things would happen, so when you just told me that you and Jenny haven't fucked yet, I was really glad."

"I will stop with Jen..."

"Shush baby, that's not what I want. I lost my virginity to an older actor on the set of a series we were shooting, in the back of a camper. He just wanted another notch on his pole, and I was stupid enough to think that he loved me. After him, I went out with that teen presenter from MTV, but everyone in the world knew that. We were just two inexperienced kids fucking around, and it ended badly. The last guy I slept with was one of my brother's friends, on my eighteenth birthday, but it turned out he was just as gay as my brother. The only person I have sex with now is Susan."

"You mean Susan, from the record studio?"

"Yes, she is bisexual. One night after a concert, all the guys's in the band was talking about sex, and it made me so horny, but I did not want to sleep with any of them, and I just can't go out and find a man. Susan knew what was going on, and gave me a vibrator, later that night at the hotel; she came to my room, and showed me how it worked. The rest is history as they say. We do not love each other; we just share an orgasm or two."

"I haven't licked her vagina or anything like that, we just usually fuck each other with dildo's, and touch each others clit's to help with an orgasm." The idea of the two women together caused Taylor's dick to stiffen slightly.

Ann looked down, "Does it turn you on baby, thinking of Susan and me?"

Taylor nodded his head, his mouth dry with anticipation, because Ann's fingers were around his prick again. She looked at the eagerness in his eyes, before replying with a smile, "We will continue this discussion shortly."

She let go of his cock, reached up, and pulled her nightdress over her head. Ann's breasts were beautiful. The same size as Jenny's, slightly pear shaped, with small pink areolas and tiny hard nipples. He reached upwards, his hands almost big enough to cover them, pushing her breasts upwards, weighing them in his hands.

"They are beautiful," he murmured. He let her breasts go, and moved his hands down her ribcage, over her well-defined abs, to the top of her little white G-string. 

His dick was as hard as a rock again, and Ann slowly began stroking his shaft, using both hands. He pulled her forward, slipping his tongue into her mouth, French kissing her deeply. She had to let go of his cock, but he did not mind, he pulled her upwards some more, and sank his teeth softly into her tit flesh. Taylor nibbled on her nipples, sucking and biting, making her moan softly, before returning to her mouth once again.

"Let's change positions," he said, before maneuvering himself from underneath her, and laying her on her back. He did not want his dick to distract him, so he pushed it inside his pajamas, before gently lying on top of her small frame. Ann helped by opening her legs, so that his lower body did not crush her. He started with her mouth, chin, neck, and moved down to her breasts. He spent a few minutes with each one, touching, licking, and sucking, making her squirm. Taylor pushed himself down, and explored her stomach, ribs, and navel with his tongue.

"Please baby...please," begged Ann when he reached the top of her G-string. Taylor might not know a lot about making love to a woman, but he knew that anticipation created more sexual pleasure. He ignored her thrusting hips, he ignored the hands frantically pushing his head between the annex of her open thighs, and kissed his downwards to her thighs.

"Fuck you Taylor...please baby...please," Ann begged, still trying to pull his head towards her crotch. Taylor ignored her, and kissed his way upwards on the inside of her wide-open thighs. He could smell her arousal, and when his nose accidentally touched her pussy, Ann moaned loudly. Taylor grabbed her hips, holding her still, before continuing kissing all around her panty line. He allowed his tongue to slip in under the sides, but only fleetingly. He moved lower, and pushed her legs up into the air, before licking the soft exposed areas around the little string of her underwear.

"Oh fuck yes Taylor...please...eat me, I want your mouth on my pussy, please Taylor!"

She was so wet; juices were actually flowing down between her thighs. Taylor kissed the sides of her vaginal lips, the panty still covering her wet slit from his view. His tongue moved under the material, coming into contact with her inner lips, and Ann nearly fainted. He looked up into her flushed face, before probing harder with his tongue at her wet opening. Ann let go of his head, and pulled her panty to the side, exposing her slightly swollen pussy to his view. Her inner vaginal lips, or labia minora, were small, and almost hidden by the thicker outer lips, or labia majora. Ann's clit was hidden even deeper, and could not be seen without pulling the outer lips open. She was clean-shaven, with only a small blondish strip of hair, a few inches above her cunt opening. 

"Suck my pussy Taylor; please...I want your tongue inside me."

Taylor slipped his tongue inside her wet folds, enjoying his first pussy licking. He worked his tongue around like a small penis, before going lower, and giving her little puckered anus a lick or two. Ann pulled his head upwards, and he searched with his tongue, until he found the small nub of her clitoris. Up until then, he had used both hands to support his weight, but with his tongue licking and sucking on her clit, he positioned himself slightly sideways, before inserting one finger into her moist cunt.

"Oh shit...yes baby...yes...finger my pussy...fuck me!"

With his mouth and face in the way, he only managed two fingers, slipping them inside her, while flicking her clit with his tongue. Taylor heard a ripping sound, and realized to his surprise that Ann has torn her own g-string from her body. With both hands now free, she guided his head, sometimes pushing him back, and other times pulling him forward.

Her movements became more frantic, so instead of using just the tip of his tongue, he flattened it, and began licking her with broader stronger strokes.

"Fuck...I'm coming...oh shit....ohhhhhhh...!" 

Taylor knew the feeling by now, the tightening of pussy muscles, the grinding of hips, so he just kept up enough pressure, to keep her on a wave. Ann rocked and shook, moaning very loudly, almost screaming, and Taylor was glad no one else was in the apartment. When she stopped moving about, he pulled his fingers out, and lifted his head, his chin feeling a bit chaffed from all the grinding. Ann lay with her eyes closed; he sat up looking at her, and took the time to imprint her naked beauty on his mind forever.

After a short period, she opened her eyes, and smiled at him, "come here." Ann pulled him upwards, and he lay down beside her. 

"Did Jenny teach you that?" she asked with a lazy smile.

"No Mam...internet," he replied with a cocky smile of his own.

"That was fantastic baby; I don't think I've ever cum so hard in my life."

Taylor smiled, feeling well chaffed with himself. 

"Now let's continue our conversation, while I rest my bruised pussy."

"Oh, did I hurt you?"

"No silly, but want that thing that's pressing against my legs inside me, and to tell you the truth, I don't know if I can make it fit."

"We don't..."

"I do...now shut up and listen. I want you to promise me, if Jenny and you fuck, you tell me..."

"But no, I won't..."

"Taylor shut up and listen. For a relationship between us to work, we will need to trust each other. With my busy schedule, we will not be able to see each other as much as I would like us too. I Have Susan, and I'm sure you will have no problem with her dildo fucking me, whenever I need a bit of release. I don't mind Jenny fucking you, but if you want to continue anything with me, that's the limit. Nod your head if you understand."

Taylor nodded. "The reason I want you to tell me, is because I do not want to pick up any sexual diseases, se we come to my second stipulation. Always wear a condom, and if it happens even once that you fuck her without it, please be honest and tell me about it, okay."

"I do not need to sleep with Jenny Ann, I've lasted this far, I can wait."

"No baby, I want you to. With Jenny helping out, I won't have to worry about some other slag getting into your pants. I like Jenny, and who knows, I might even fuck her myself. I find her attractive, and if you have no problem with it, we might just have a threesome one night. What do you say?"

"I like you Ann, and if that is what you want, it will certainly make my life easier. Jenny is hard to say no to, and I do not want to loose her friendship, but I want yours more. If what we have turn into a full blown relationship, well then we can adapt."

Ann kissed him, before replying, "You can bet your ass that is what I want. I want you Taylor, and I can easily see myself falling in love with you, so don't go and develop any feelings for some other girl. I really want a chance with you, so please be patient with me baby."

Taylor could not believe his ears, Ann Woodland asking him to give her a chance. He must surely be dreaming, and he never wanted to wake up. "I promise Ann."

"Okay baby, let's get this cumbersome piece of clothing out of the way." She reached down and started pulling his pajama pants down.

"Wait Ann...my legs...they don't look..."

"Taylor, I do not care. I know what you went through, and what you are still going through even now, but if you say one more word about your legs looking scared or anything like that, I will go to bed right now."

He just nodded his head, deciding to shut up, and let her see for herself. She pulled his pajama pants off, and sat there staring at his legs. "Taylor look at me."

He looked up into her eyes. "So they are thin compared to your upper body, and full of scars, but I can see the muscles developing, and once they get some sun on them, the scars will fade." She reached between his legs, gripping his half-erect penis. "Now this thing, that's what I'm interested in now. Please do not exercise this monster anymore; it is large enough as is."

Ann was sitting next to him, with her back towards Taylor. "Ok baby, I'm first going to test this monster." She got up on one knee, her other leg on the floor, and leaned forward, her mouth just above his penis. Taylor held his breath, and watched, as she slowly tasted the tip with her tongue, before pushing his dick-head into her warm mouth. The sensation was unbelievable, with her mouth around his head; she licked the top of his prick with her tongue. The position she was in allowed him a nice few of her tight buns, and pussy from the rear, so he slipped a finger into her still wet slit.

She moaned something, but with his dick stretching her lips, he could not make out what she said. Ann changed tactics, and began pumping her mouth up and down over his dick-head, while stroking him with her hands. Taylor was up to three fingers inside her cunt, when she stopped sucking his dick.

"Okay, help me baby." She turned around and straddled him, with her ass just in front of his cock. "I'm going to lift up, but you will need to hold me, until my pussy gets use to your size." Taylor just nodded his head, and pushed his forearms under her thighs. He lifted her with almost no effort at all, his large muscles jumping.




Rock Star Ch. 06



Ann looked down at them, "fuck this looks so fucking sexy, now hold me baby."

Ann's hand between their bodies obscured his vision, but he could feel her rubbing his dick-head between her wet labia. Then inch by inch, she slowly pushed his cock into her. Taylor's muscles jumped, not from excursion, but more from anticipation. It felt as if a tight warm sleeve was being woven around his cock. Ann gasped, but kept on pushing down, and once the head was in, she moved a little easier.

"Fuck, your cock feels amazing baby, it is only a quarter of the way in, but it is as if I'm close to bursting. I'm going to lean forward and rest on my knees, just keep still, until I ask you to move okay." Taylor freed his hands, and Ann was now on all fours straddling his body. With her face close, he decided to kiss her, while he felt her slowly pushing back. She ended the kiss, thrusting her breasts at him, and he quickly filled hands and mouth with her soft globes. Ann pushed about halfway down his shaft, before rising up again. The feeling was fantastic; he could feel the soft walls inside her cunt, pressing around every inch of him. It was as if a velvet vice grip got hold of his prick, slowly swallowing his shaft.

"Touch my clit baby, it will a make me wetter."

Taylor reached between their bodies, his fingers searching. "Yes there, just there, now softly rub it...softly...yes like that. Oh fuck baby, your dick...it feels...shit I want more... more...hmm...yes."

Her ass cheeks weren't touching him yet, but he could already feel a slight constriction. His dick-head was pressing against something in the back of her cunt. Ann was still lifting, and lowering herself, impaling herself more and more with each downwards thrust.

"Damn baby, I can't go deeper; your cock is already hitting my cervix." Ann upped the pace slowly, not going as deep, but faster all the time. Taylor enjoyed the few of her breasts swaying with every move.

"Would you like to see what your dick is doing to my little pussy baby?"

Taylor nodded, and watch Ann changing her position slightly, moving her lower body backwards. She had to keep her knees closed for balancing purposes, but once she was in position, she opened them wide. Her ass was now resting on his legs, and she rolled her hips forward with each thrust, while her hands were next to his ankles to stop her from falling over backwards. His dick was pulled backwards, towards his balls, and he could see her slightly red outer labia stretched around his shaft. When Ann pushed forward, her inner pussy lips came into view, and for the first time, he could clearly see her small clit. 

"Do you like to see my pussy wrapped around your hard dick baby?"

"Yes Ann...it looks fucking amazing."

"I'm happy baby...is your legs strong enough to kneel Taylor?" she asked between short bursts of breath.

"Yes Ann, if I have something to lean on."

"You are going to lean on me baby...fuck this feels so nice."

"Ok I'm going to turn around, don't move." Ann lifted her left leg over, and then slowly turned her body around, while keeping about a quarter length of dick inside her. She straddled him again, but this time facing the other way, with her head at his feet. Taylor enjoyed the few of her small brown pinkish anus, and imagined sticking a finger in there. Ann quickly got into her stride, riding his pole up and down, but much faster than before.

"Oh fuck...this is nice...I'm getting close."

Taylor thought it must be a wonder that he hasn't cum yet, but with her changing positions, and then stopping, helped keeping him from that delicious edge. He grabbed her hips, helping her move faster, enjoying the sight of her sweat dripping down her back. He could see about half of his prick disappearing, and then reappearing inside her cunt.

"Shit, your cock is rubbing against my g-spot," Ann moaned. "I'm going to cum...let my hips go baby...touch my ass." He followed her instructions, and played with her buns, pulling them apart, and then pushing them close again, not that they had much movement.

"Oh mother...fucking...shit..." Ann moved downwards, allowing only his dick-head inside her pussy. Taylor felt every small squeeze, every little vibration, as her inner muscles contracted around him. He wanted more, and pulled her backwards, impaling her with about three quarters of dick. Ann's orgasmic screams turned into a wail, and afraid of hurting her, he released her hips, but she stayed in position, her pussy walls almost vibrating around his prick. She collapsed on top of his legs, his dick still buried halfway inside her snatch.

She lay unmoving for more than a minute, and Taylor started worrying. His dick was still inside her, and from the small retractions going on around his pole, he guessed that she was still okay.

"Are you okay Ann, did I hurt you?"

Her voice was barely a whisper, "No baby...I'm enjoying the afterglow." After another thirty seconds, she moved slightly, "my legs are to weak baby, can you pull yourself from underneath me, and get up behind me?"

"Sure, let me try." He pushed her forward, and his dick slipped out of her wet slit with a slurping sound. She helped slightly by lifting her upper body, and opening her legs a bit wider. He could move his legs quite comfortably by now, with all the exercise he has been doing, but it took a little effort, to get him on his knees. Ann leaned forward, her breasts and head pushed against the couch, leaving her pussy open and exposed to him from the rear. He moved to within a hand length behind her ass, his dick on her back.

"Okay, go slow baby...fill me with that cock." With one hand on her back for balance, the other around his prick, he slowly pushed his dick-head into her wet cunt. It went in easily, her pussy used to being stretched by now.

"Oh Jeeezas...that feels wonderful...deeper baby...fill me with your cock."

He pushed forward, until he touched the back of her vagina, and then pulled out slowly. She was so tight around him, that if he moved any faster, he would cum with in three strokes. In his mind, he gave himself a target, fifty strokes, he slowly started counting. One...he pushed in, two he pulled out, concentrating on the numbers, he began moving faster. By the time he reached fifty, his dick was drilling into Ann hard and fast. With each slam, he could feel her cervix; he could go deeper, but held back. From her moans, she started Cumming around the forty-second mark, and he was just three strokes away himself.

"I'm going to cum Ann!"

"Inside me...oh fuck...inside me!" It sounded almost as if she was crying, but he was too far-gone, and for the second time that night, thick ropes of cum erupted, shooting out of his prick, and filling her pussy.

It did not last long, and he fell back, his prick slipping out of her with a loud slurp. Ann was still moaning, but after a while, it was only the sound of their hard breathing filling the room. 

Ann moved first, slowly turning around, and crawling up his body, before collapsing on top of him. Taylor pulled the blanket over them, and they lay like that for a few minutes, before Ann said anything.

"I think I'm never ever going to be able to walk again."

Taylor instantly became alarmed, "Oh shit Ann, did I hurt you?"

"Shut up you puts, and let me enjoy the moment." After five minutes of silence, she spoke again. "Taylor, what you did to me tonight, can never be called hurting honey, my little pussy is a bit sore, but the nice kind. When you pulled me backwards after my first orgasm ended, I immediately had another, more intense orgasm. By the time you plunged into me, fucking me on your own, I began my third orgasm, and it continued on and on. My mind went blank, and I think I fainted from all the pleasure. I came to my senses when you were about to cum, and by then I must have had ten fucking orgasm's, but it could also be just one long one. Thank you for fucking me absolutely silly."

"No thank you Ann, for making my first time an experience I will never forget as long as I live." Then with a smile, "Ready for some more?"

Ann nearly jumped up to run away, when she saw the glimmer in his eyes, "shit no baby, I will die, let's go to my room, and sleep."

Ann got up first, and made her way slowly to her room, while Taylor followed still naked on his crutches. After she finished in the bathroom, he quickly did his business, and then joined her in the large bed. She kissed him softly, and cuddled up close to him, pushing her warm naked body tight against his. Taylor closed his eyes with a smile.



Rock Star Ch. 07



Sunday night while flying back home, Taylor smiled thinking of Ann. That morning when the two of them had finally awoken after their long passion filled night, both had been awkward around each other. Poor Ann had problems walking, and complained that peeing hurt. Ann was in the shower, while he made breakfast, when her brother walked in through the door. The guy was really funny, and had Taylor in tears with his flirting the whole day. Later when it was his time to leave to catch a flight, Ann had cried, holding on to him, not wanting to let him go...he felt like crying too, but men don't cry.

The only thing Taylor hated about the flying was that they insisted on pushing him to and from the aircraft in a wheelchair, first class was the best though. Laura was there to pick him up when they landed; she gave him one look and started laughing.

"Oh boy oh boy, my poor brother...I'm glad Jenny did not come with, if she saw you now, she would cry even harder."

"Hi Laura, and what the hell are you on about?"

"You and those puppy love sick eyes of yours, you look like a six year old, that discovered a mine filled with candy."

Taylor blushed, "I like Ann...she is more than I expected."

"I bet she likes you back even more," Laura replied with a laugh.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Taylor asked getting annoyed.

Laura brought up both hands, as if blocking an incoming blow, "whoa... relax Taylor, I'm just pulling your leg."

"Okay, so where is Jenny, you are normally together?"

"Crying at home, probably."

"What the hell is going on with you tonight Laura, just give me straight answers please?" 

"Just forget it Taylor, you can not handle the truth, even if it reared up and bit you on the ass."

The twenty-minute drive was done mostly in silence, Taylor did not know what was going on, but he knew pushing Laura for answers now, would be useless.

Later that night just before bed, he and Ann spoke on the phone, and then Taylor slept like a baby. The next morning he was up earlier than usual, spending the time in the gym. After his classes were finished, he spend another hour exercising, when the phone rang, it was Frank, telling him about band practice that night. He and Laura arrived just before eight that night at Frank's place, and after greeting everyone, Frank called them all to order.

"As you all know, this weekend we travel to Gillette, for our first battle of the bands appearance. What you do not know, is that we have a sponsor. Kick 107 is going to give us a bus, and they will be selling tickets to fans of the band, so that these fans can join us, and support us when we play." Everyone in the room hooted and hollered, clapping their hands. Taylor joined in, but half-heartedly.

"So the first round will be in Gillette, then Laramie, third round here in our own city Casper, and then the finals in Cheyenne. Most of our trips wont take longer than lets say a three hour trip one-way, it is only when we come back that has still to be decided. I was thinking of one-o-clock at night, the bus leaves, if you are on it or not. How does that sound, we will be back home by four in the morning at the latest?"

Everyone agreed that it would be okay. "The competition starts at twelve and then end at twelve at night, but when we get to play I do not know. With the huge amount of bands that entered, they have allowed us the luxury of only needing to attend two out of the three venues, with the top twenty going through to Cheyenne. We are going to do all the events though. Most of the smaller bands will probably stick to their hometowns, and then travel to one other town, but I can only speculate."

"Each and every band only gets fifteen minutes, and that includes setting up instruments, and so on. I'm thinking at this stage, that we do three songs and maybe an encore if the crowds want it, that will leave us with barely three minutes to set up our instruments. Are you all okay with that?"

After another confirmative nod of heads, Frank continued. "We will practice, setting up the guitars, and if it is okay with you Mike, we will be using the smaller Yamaha Keyboard. Drums we don't need and we will only be taking Taylor, and Shawn's guitars. Paul, you and Jenny will just sing, is that fine with everybody?" They all nodded in unison. 

"Right, when we reach the finals, and I'm saying when, not if, we will make other arrangements. Now Taylor, just one question, when will 'Rock me baby,' with Culture singing it be released?"

"I'm not to sure Frank, but the video will be shot in one month's time, so after that I would guess," he answered.

"Great, that gives us a window at least, until maybe the end of the competition."

"I'm sure if I ask Ann, they would not release it until after the final."

"That will be fantastic, ask her and let me know please. You all know the dates, is there anyone here that might have a problem with attending?"

"What about Friday's before the competition nights, will we play locally, or not? Paul asked.

"Yes we will, the only thing I ask of you guys is rather than go out partying after the gigs, to go home and rest. The bus will be departing at nine from the radio station's parking lot, but we are expected to be there by eight, for a morning interview live and on air."

"How many fans will they be taking on the bus?" Laura asked. 

"You are part of this band, just as much as your brother Laura, so your seat is safe. As to the number, I do not know, the bus can probably take sixty persons easily, so work that out for yourself guys."

"What do they expect us to do on the bus with the fans?" Taylor asked.

"Talk, mingle, anything, just don't fuck them," replied Frank laughing.

Frank answered a few more questions, and everyone seemed in high spirits, except for Jenny. She spoke to Taylor with a strange aloofness, which quickly started to get on his nerves. Everyone was surprised when later that night, she jumped down Paul's throat, and gave him a piece of her mind. 

On their way back home, when Taylor asked Laura, what is wrong with Jenny, she just replied with, "You can be so fucking thick sometimes." He left it at that, promising himself to phone her the next day, and find out what is wrong.

That whole week he did not get any chance to phone her, and at practice, she stayed away from him. Taylor was working double sessions in the gym each day, and with band practice and classes, he just did not have the time to deal with her. Ann had no problem with holding the release date of his song back, until after the finals, and her only concern was when she will see him, for the video shoot. The date for the video shoot was in between one of the competition dates, so Frank had no problem with giving him the weekend off. 

Another interesting development that reared its head was Angela Swanson. Angela was your typical cheerleader, tall, blond, and well proportioned. She was one of the 'Thunderbird' cheerleaders, and although Casper College was basically a country and western music loving college, Angela was into rock. Her boyfriend a hugely muscled, tall basketball player, called Ryan, who loved his country music, and did not like the look, nor sound of rock musicians. Wednesday while shuffling along on his crutches, Angela suddenly approached him, and in front of all her friends, and Ryan's, began talking to him.

"You are Taylor right?"

Taylor was so dumbstruck; he could not get a word out, and only nodded his head.

"Let me carry your bag, while we chat," and before giving him a chance to say no, she grabbed his bag from his shoulder. 

"Where were you this weekend, I went to see you play, and with Ryan that is a hard thing to do?"

"Oh...I was away," Taylor mumbled, walking after her in the direction of his next class.

"A few of the other girls bought tickets for your bus this weekend; it is going to be great fun."

"Great, but how do you know about the bus?"

"It is all over the radio silly, everyone that likes rock music, knows about it by now."

"Oh, it's nice to hear you guys are coming along to support us."

"Will you save us a few seats close to you?"

"I don't know...I'm not sure how the seating arrangement works to be honest."

"Okay, never mind then, I'm sure we won't have a problem. Well anyway, here is your class, see you later." Angela handed him his bag full of books, how she knew what class he was about to take, Taylor did not know.

"Thank you." He wasn't the only guy standing there staring after her swaying ass, as she walked away. 

Friday night they played to another sell out crowd, and one of the DJ's from the radio station was there too, he would be interviewing them the next morning, so he wanted to check out the band. Jenny left with a guy Taylor hasn't seen before, and he and Laura went to bed early. The next morning they were all ushered into the small DJ station, and the DJ asked a few questions, which Frank mostly answered, before they piled onto the bus. It was filled with mostly familiar faces, and while Frank stood in front to welcome and thank everyone for coming, Taylor made his way to the back seats, which were left open for the band.

There was a nice party atmosphere on the bus, even though it was so early in the morning. Taylor sat next to a very quiet Jenny, with Laura on his other side. Angela and two other girls were the first to approach the band, and after chatting to Paul, whom they knew, they quickly took the seat in front Taylor, when Shawn and Mike vacated it, to join the fans.

"Hi Taylor, Laura and Jenny, this is Flinky and Carol," Angela said as soon as they were all settled on the seat. The three girls were sitting on their knees, backs facing the front of the bus, leaning over the bus seat in Taylor's direction.

Taylor, Laura and Jenny nodded, before Laura asked, "I thought you cheerleading girls were into country music?"

"No, we like all different kinds, but I'm the main rocker chick in the squad," Angela replied.

"There will be a few bands playing country music though," Jenny said.

"Yes I've heard, but we are only interested in cheering for you guy's. When the band plays in Casper, I will make sure that the whole squad will be there."

"That will be great, I'm sure the guys in the band will enjoy all the beautiful girls from the cheering squad, being there Angela," Laura replied.

"So Taylor, will it be possible for the band to sign one of our Thunderbird cheering shirts?"

"Yeah, that won't be a problem, just give it to my sister, she'll organize it quickly." 

While they talked, a few other people pushed their way to the back. One of the girls, a slightly overweight Goth looking chick asked, "Taylor can I get a picture of me and you please?"

Taylor blushed while Laura Jumped to her feet, "Sure honey, come take my seat, I will take the picture. She handed Laura her camera, and sat down next to Taylor, grabbing him around the shoulders, and pushing her large breasts almost into his face. While everyone laughed at this obvious display of affection, Laura took a few pictures. 

After that, there was no more time for chatting with just one group, the male and female fans made their way back through the throngs to take pictures, chat, and get signatures. Obviously most of the male fans, wanted a picture with Jenny, so they scooted apart, leaving the space in the middle open, for the fans to sit. The two and a half hour trip passed quickly, and by the time they arrived in Gillette the whole group felt comfortable with each other. The small stadium where the battle of the bands was held at was already packed with people, and more were waiting outside. The stadium had a carnival feel to it, with tents selling beer and food around the edges, and a stage in the center against the back pavilion. 

The band made their way backstage, where it looked even more chaotic, than at the front where the crowd waited. There must have been more than five hundred people back stage, so as soon as they found a spot to store their gear, the whole group made their way to the front of the stadium. They grabbed some seats on the pavilion, which was nearly deserted, and made themselves comfortable. When the other people from the bus saw them, they also made their way over, and soon the left side of the stadium was filled with people wearing Grudge T-shirts. When Laura and Jenny left to go find something to drink and eat, Angela moved in quickly taking their vacant seats.

"I know this might seem a bit presumptuous of me, but can I ask you a huge favor?"

"Sure Angela, what can I do for you?"

"Well I've spoken to Frank, and he told me that you are the song writer for the band. Every end of year we take part in the cheerleading competition, and every year so far we went with the cowgirl motive, but I we thought this year, why not shock the competition, and go with something else. I was thinking of a completely new routine, with a nice rock sound."

"Sounds good, but what has that to do with me?"

"We want you to write us a song, using our Thunderbird motive."

"Why not use AC/DC's Thunderstruck song, and just change the lyric's to suit you guys?"

"Shit, that's a good idea, but how long is the song; our routines must be five minutes long?"

"Well, it will be easy to extend the song, add a few verses and a little more beat, but the right person to speak to is Laura, she helps me with the musical score for all my songs."

"I will ask her, so is that a yes, will help us?"

"When do you need this done, I'm going to be very busy the next two months, so I can not promise you anything basically until after the band competition?"

"The cheerleading competition is in November, so we have lots of time, but please, this must remain a secret."

"No problems there, since I do not know any cheerleaders, except for you now."

"Oh don't you worry, you will get to know us much better," she replied just as Jenny and Laura reappeared with food and drinks.

The stare Jenny gave him, made him feel uncomfortable, and when Angela left to rejoin her friends, Laura asked, "What was that all about?"

"Nothing really, it is something they want me to do for them, I will fill you in later."

"Mhhmm, I see mister popular's fuckbase is growing bigger," Jenny said.

"What the hell do you mean by that?" Taylor asked angrily.

"You are mister big shot now, mixing it with the rich and famous, moving in on the cheerleaders, in another few weeks your head will get so big, it might just explode."

"I do not know what you are talking about Jenny, where does all this come from?"

"You just came back from recording with Culture, now all of a sudden you are mixing it with the cheerleading squad, that's what the fuck I'm talking about."

"I thought everyone was happy that Culture wanted to sing our song, you had no objections previously, what changed?"

"Nothing changed."

"And the cheerleaders...I do not know them, Angela approached me one day during class, and started talking to me, I wondered why she would talk to someone like me, until I just found out," he replied trying to hold his temper in check.

"Oooooh, so what do they want with the fabulous mister Taylor?"

"I'm not at liberty to say, why don't you and Laura go over there and ask them yourselves?" Taylor jumped up, and maneuvered himself down the steps with his crutches, making his way to the toilets.

Laura looked at Jenny, shaking her head, "why don't you just tell him how you feel about him, when it comes to woman he is as thick as they come?"

"Feel about him, what do you mean?"

"Oh just drop the act Jenny, your whole attitude began to change the moment he got on that plane to Los Angeles, and since he has been back, you've acted like a person with a stick up the ass."

"It isn't me, he is changing, and I liked the shy blundering fool he used to be."

"Taylor hasn't changed that much, sure he has a little more confidence, but you knew he fancied Ann, you even helped to set up their first meeting. So why the fuck is it bothering you now? Wait I know...you did not expect Ann to like him back." 

"It is not that, this whole week he has been ignoring me."

"No, he hasn't been ignoring you, he has been busy. If you haven't start acting like bitch, he would've made an effort, but you have him thinking that he did something wrong, and he is clueless as to what he did. Taylor being Taylor, will keep quiet, and hope the problem solves itself. So stop acting like a bitch, and go kiss and make up now."

"Okay for fuck sakes, I will go and talk to him. I can handle him and Ann, but that fucking cheerleader better keep her hands to herself."

Laura smiled, "Well she is one gorgeous piece of ass, so you better hurry and stake your claim, before it is too late."

Jenny found Taylor just as he exited the toilets. "Taylor...I'm sorry."

"What is going on Jenny, this whole week you have been acting strange towards me?"

"I'm sorry, it is just...I'm jealous."

Taylor was flabbergasted, "Jealous, what the...why?"

"Well...Ann is this rich famous rock chick, and I'm just a second rate background singing student girl."

Taylor shook his head, and then got an idea. "Hold on for a second." He reached into his pocket, took out his cell and phoned Ann, she answered on the third ring.

"Hello baby, how is the band competition?"

"We haven't performed yet, the first band will go on anytime now, but that is not why I called. Remember that talk we had about Jenny...well she is here now, and she has some issues, maybe you can straighten her out?"

"Sure baby, put her on."

Taylor handed Jenny the phone and listened while they talked. The smile on Jenny's face grew larger and larger. After a minute or so, she handed Taylor the phone back with a huge grin.

"It is sorted baby, and that cheerleading bitch better keep her hands to herself, you hear?"

"It isn't like that Ann; I will explain the next time we speak okay."

"Okay hun, phone me tomorrow...and I miss you."

"I miss you too Ann, bye."

As soon as he ended the call, Jenny jumped forward, giving him a hug and a wet kiss.

"I'm sorry for being such a cow Taylor; I will make it up to you."

"No problem Jenny, what did she say?"

"Hmmm, you will find out soon enough buster, now lets get back to Laura."

The rest of the afternoon was spent listening to the other bands, and drinking. Taylor paced himself with the drinking part, since he did not want to battle his way through the crowds to the toilets. They were the third last band to appear that night, and Frank had explained earlier that the organizers planned it this way, a sort off build up to the best band of the day. Frank thought they would be ninth or tenth, so third was already an accomplishment. The crowd was a mix, half country and western fans, and the other rock lovers, so it was interesting watching their reactions.

Just after ten that night, Frank told them to move backstage, while the Grudge fans infiltrated the crowd. From what he heard earlier, their fans had decided that they would slowly make their way through to the front of the stage, so that they will be ready when Grudge goes on stage. The backstage aria wasn't so crowed anymore, so the band quickly ran through their routine a last time, and then the stage manager called them. They stepped out on stage, and the crowd went wild. In front of the stage, there was a sea of Grudge fans wearing their black Grudge T-shirts. 

In less than a minute, they were set up, and when Taylor began with the first notes, the crowd reacted with a loud cry. By the time their second song started, ninety percent of the crowd was dancing with the music. After the third song finished, Paul asked for an encore, and the whole crowd screamed for more. They finished with 'Rock me baby,', and while making their way off stage, the crowd kept on cheering, "we want more, we want more." The band listened to the other two bands backstage, and Taylor realized they were in for a hard battle. The band right after them did not have their quality music, but their male singer had a voice that blew the crowd away. The last band was a country and western band, their music had a faster beat than normal country, and the female singer was one of those American Idols finalists.




Rock Star Ch. 07



The trip back home was a completely different experience than the trip to the stadium. Everyone was a bit intoxicated, and on a high from the music. Taylor had his hands full with a few of the female fans, and Laura and Jenny were battling with the male fans as well. In the end, they build up a barrier with their hands and legs, bruising a few over eager fans in the process. By the time they arrived back in Casper, Taylor was so tired, he could hardly walk. Just after four that morning, he and Laura fell into their beds and slept until after twelve that Sunday. Later that day, Taylor reached a new milestone, by walking thirty feet, and back without his crutches. He still had trouble standing up from a sitting position, but once he was up, he could manage a few feet on his own.

Four-o-clock that afternoon Laura called him downstairs for a phone call.

"Hello."

"Hi Taylor, are you busy?" Jenny asked.

"Nah, just lying on my bed reading."

"Okay, jump into a pair of jeans, your leather jacket, and be ready in fifteen minutes."

"Be ready for what?"

"For me silly, I'm taking you out for a ride on a bike."

"A bike, shit, can you even drive one?" He asked laughing.

"Fuck you Mr. Miles, I will have you know, that long before I became a rock chick, I used to be a biker chick."

"Okay relax, I'm heavy that's all, are you sure you can handle my weight behind you?"

"Behind me, on top off me, any way you want it babe."

"Ha ha, very funny, I will be waiting."

Twenty minutes later, a loud roar announced Jenny's arrival. Laura and Taylor walked out of the house, and watched Jenny expertly turning the huge Harley around. She looked sexy in her tight leather pants, and biker jacket. Her long dark hair was covered by a bandana, and it looked like she knew what she was doing.

"Hi guy's, this is a bike of a friend, he lets me borrow it sometimes."

"Hey girl, you look sexy like hell on that huge machine," Laura replied.

Jenny noticed that Taylor was without his crutches, leaning sideways on a cane, the type preferred by mountain climbers. "No crutches today?"

"Nope, will I need them?"

"No, the only thing you will need is a condom."

"A what? 

Jenny and Laura laughed loudly, ignoring Taylor. Laura removed a rubber band from her hair, and tied Taylor's long hair in a ponytail. "Get on that bike brother, destiny awaits you." 

Taylor walked slowly to the bike, and Jenny jumped off. "Okay if I help you get on?"

"Yeah, just make sure this thing doesn't fall over."

Taylor sat down, and threw his left leg over the bike, then pushed himself slowly backwards.

"Great, now let's see if I can handle your weight."

Jenny jumped on the bike, pushed and lifted it up easily from the side stand. "Easy peasy Mr. Miles, now place your hands inside my jacket pockets, and hold on."

Jenny started the engine. "You guys drive safe, and bring my brother back safely Jenny, or I will hunt you down and kill you."

"No problem Laura dear, he might have a few scratches, and some bruising, but nothing permanent," Jenny replied with a smile.

Jenny slowly drove out of the driveway, and then accelerated down the road. After a few minutes, they left the city behind, and hit the open roads. Taylor could sense that Jenny knew how to handle the bike, so he relaxed, and enjoyed the feeling. Twenty minutes later, she turned of the main road, and took a small one-lane road to the left. After another five minutes, she stopped in front of a pub called 'Hide Out.' There were a few other bikes and three cars parked in front of the bar, one was Jenny's.

"Come Taylor, let's go and drink a few beers."

Taylor followed slowly using the cane to support his body, and entered the bar after Jenny. The bar looked like any normal bar, with ten or so round tables, with chairs, a few pool tables, dancing area, and 'L' shaped bar counter. A few biker types sat at the bar, some others played pool, and four normal looking people sat at one of the tables in the corner.

A short but powerful looking biker walked over to them as soon as he saw Jenny. "Hi, Jen, glad to see that you are back, is my baby still in one piece?"

"Fuck you Hunch, what kind of question is that?"

"Only joking Jen, hi big guy, I'm Hunch." He stuck out his right hand, gripping Taylor's hand, testing his grip, and then with a smile releasing his hand.

"Glad to meet you Hunch, and thanks for allowing Jenny to give me a ride on your bike, she's beautiful."

"No problem, when she told me she was going to pick up some dude for a ride, I wasn't happy, but I've seen you play that guitar, and I'm a fan."

"Okay Hunch, let's get Taylor a seat, and then you boys can chat, while I go to the ladies room."

Taylor followed Jenny to a table a few feet from the bar, and grabbed a seat. Hunch walked to the bar, and returned with three beers, handing Taylor one.

"Thanks Hunch, but let me pay for this round, since you so graciously allowed us the use of your bike."

"No it is okay Taylor, I own the bar, and first round is always free." 

"Oh, nice looking place you have here."

"Yeah it is ok, it is quiet now, but in a few hours, the Sunday night crowd will drift in, and then it gets busy."

Jenny walked into the room, and stopped to chat to four bikers sitting next to the pool tables. One of them grabbed Jenny around the waist pulling her towards him, but she pushed back, slipped out of his arms, and said something to him. From the look on her face, she wasn't happy, and when she left them to walk towards Taylor, the biker's eyes followed her, meeting Taylor's. They stared at each other for a moment or two, before Taylor looked away at Jenny taking her seat next to him.

"Trouble?"

"No nothing I can't handle, Sonny is an asshole anyway."

Hunch looked over his shoulder, "I will handle Sonny, you guys enjoy yourselves." He walked away leaving Jenny and Taylor.

"So, did you enjoy the ride?" Jenny asked.

"Yeah it was great, thanks for taking me."

Jenny leaned in close, kissing him on the lips, "it is my pleasure hun, I owe you for being such a bitch the whole week."

Taylor smiled, "No, I should have talked to you before Saturday, so all is forgiven."

She kissed him again, "Nope, I was insecure and jealous, and I had no right to be."

"Let's forget it, tell me about Hunch and this place."

So between beers, Jenny told Taylor about her father and Hunch being pals, and how she grew up with the bikers over at their house on weekends. Taylor laughed at her story of her trying to steal a bike, while all the bikers were passed out, to go to a party, then dropping the bike on herself, and being to small to pick it up, so she just lay there until they found her. They had a good time, by the time Taylor noticed the time, it was after seven, and the bar was half-full of people that drifted in while they were talking.

The music was louder than before, and a few people were already dancing. Taylor made his way to the toilets, and when he returned Sonny was at their table having an argument with Jenny. He stopped talking when he noticed Taylor.

"Sonny, this is Taylor", she introduced them as Taylor sat down.

"Howzit bro, I was just asking your girl here for a dance, but she's being a bitch about it."

"Hi Sonny, nice to meet you," Taylor replied not really meaning it, the tall man looked like trouble.

"So Jenny, how about it, your date here would not mind if an old pal takes you for a dance or two, and from the look of things, he's not able to dance anyway."

It was the wrong thing to say in front of Jenny, "Fuck off Sonny, you fucking asshole, you are such an insensitive prick. No go back to your buddies and go ask them for a dance, they are more your style."

"What, the fucking guy can hardly walk, every one can see that. Shit we've all been in that position before, what is so wrong in taking advantage of that."

"The fucking difference is that you do not know if he is injured or crippled for life prick, so next time before making assumptions ask."

"Yeah, and maybe he should have asked my fucking permission before dating my girl," Sonny replied, giving Taylor an angry look.

"Your girl, please don't make me laugh, I would not let you touch me with a yard stick you fucking dickhead, now just fuck off and leave us alone."

"Don't you fucking speak to me that way bitch, I will fuck you and lover boy up," he said grabbing Jenny by the arm.

Taylor pushed himself up by using the table, but Sonny swiped him with a backhand, sending him crashing to the floor. Jenny fought like a caged tiger, trying to reach his eyes with her nails, but he threw her to the side, and walked over towards Taylor, who was struggling to get to his feet. Before he reached Taylor, Hunch stepped in between them.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing Sonny?"

"Get out of my way Hunch, this has nothing to do with you," he replied trying to push the older man out of the way.

Hunch held his ground, "This is my fucking place, and Jenny is like my daughter, get the fuck out of here."

Jenny helped Taylor to his feet, but he was so angry, he hardly noticed her. He knew he had no chance with Sonny while they were standing, but if he could get him on the floor it would be another matter. Sonny pushed Hunch to the side, leaving the opening Taylor wanted, and he dived forward, hitting him just above his belt buckle with a shoulder, his arms around the back of Sonny's legs, did the rest, and they both went down, with Taylor on top.

Jenny screamed, "No Taylor!" but it was too late. Sonny was winded, but Taylor knew it wasn't going to be for long, so he quickly pushed himself into a seating position on top of the man, and grabbed his throat with his left hand. All thoughts of fighting back flew out of Sonny's head, when a vice like grip closed around his neck, cutting of his air intake. He made a grab for the hand, but even with two hands, he still could not dislodge the powerful grip. Taylor lifted Sonny's head up, and hit him with a powerful right hand in the face. Sonny went limp underneath him, and when Hunch pulled him up from behind, he was still throttling Sonny.

"Taylor, please let him go!"

Taylor released his grip, and allowed Hunch to push him into his chair. Sonny's friends were all around them by that time, and Jenny took a defensive position behind Taylor.

"John, Pete...you guys just back the fuck away, Sonny started this whole thing, and Taylor here can not even fucking walk." 

Hunch also moved in between them and Taylor, "You guys know that she is speaking the truth, and anyway, this is that guitar player from Jenny's band, show some fucking respect."

"Shit yes it is him," said one of them, "I like the way you handle a guitar man. Hey guys, leave him alone, he is that guy I told you about, that can't walk, but holy fuck, can he play a guitar." The other guys backed off. "Don't worry about Sonny man, he wants Jenny's ass in a bad way man, but we will handle him, and sorry for this."

"Thanks Pete, can you remove that piece of shit from my sight," Jenny replied.

"Yeah sure Jenny, and sorry guitar guy, your beer for the rest of the night is on us."

Taylor shook his head, smiling at the bikers, glad for once, that someone recognized him. He watched as they picked up the still limp form called Sonny, and carried him out of the bar.

"Are you okay Taylor?" Jenny asked using her bandanna to wipe the blood from his mouth.

Before he could answer, Hunch was there, "Fuck I'm sorry about this shit Taylor, that prick will be banned from my bar from now on."

"I'm okay guys, and don't do that Hunch, I don't want him to carry a grudge against me."

"No, he over stepped the mark when he touched Jenny, if her father was still alive, he would be dead."

"Taylor is right uncle Hunch, he will feel bad enough that a man using a cane to walk around fucked him up, I think that will be punishment enough."

Hunch laughed, "I felt the power in those hands when I met Taylor, I think Sonny was lucky we were around to save him."

"Let me go and get you guys another round." Hunch walked away to the bar.

Jenny hugged Taylor, giving him a kiss. "Oooh my knight in shining armor, you saved me from the dragon." 

He laughed, "It was a close one, if Hunch hadn't held him up, he would've kicked the shit out of me."

"Nope, I would've tackled him from behind, no one touches my man," Jenny replied giving him another kiss.

They drank a few more beers, and then Jenny said it is time to go. Hunch came over, apologized again, and said Taylor was welcome to return anytime. Taylor thanked him for his hospitality and promised to return, and then they got into Jenny's car, and drove home.

Taylor noticed Jenny taking a different route, "Where are we going?"

"To my place, why, do you have something else planned for tonight?"

"No, nothing planned, as long as you feed me, I'm still growing."

Jenny laughed, "I will order us some pizza, will that suit your culinary taste's Mr. Miles?"

"Nothing beats a good housewife that can order up a pizza," Taylor replied with a smile.

They arrived at her apartment, situated on top of a pawnshop. Taylor has been here before; when they dropped Jenny off, but never inside her apartment. She parked in the street, and then he followed Jenny up the stairs, using the handrail and his cane to pull his body up. 

Jenny unlocked the door, "Please make yourself at home Taylor, I could give you the tour, but it would only last a few seconds."

Taylor walked inside, taking in the lounge/kitchen, with two old worn couches, and a TV in the lounge. There was only one door next to the kitchen, which he presumed led to the bedroom and bathroom. The small apartment looked clean, and he grabbed a seat on one of the couches.

"I will quickly phone for a pizza, anything in particular you like?"

"Anything with a bit of meat, but no anchovies please."

"Okay, and if you want to use a toilet, it is through that door, on the other side of my bedroom."

"Maybe later, thank you."

While she ordered a pizza over the phone, she opened her fridge, removed two beers, and came over handing him one. Jenny walked over to the TV, still talking into the phone, bend over and opened the small cupboard underneath it. While watching her nice ass in the tight leathers, she took out a DVD disk, inserted it into the player, and switched on the sound. The soft melody of 'U2's Sunday, bloody Sunday filled the apartment.

Jenny looked behind her, catching Taylor staring at her ass, "What you looking at Taylor?"

"Erm...nothing, just admiring the view."

She placed the phone on top of the TV, and sat down next to him, throwing her legs over his. "Take off my boots please?"

"Are you sure, the stink might scare the neighbors," Taylor replied with a smile.

She grabbed one of the small cushions lying on the couch, and threw it at him. "Fuck you Taylor, my feet doesn't stink."

"I will be the judge of that in a moment." He untied the laces, and pulled her ankle length boots of her feet, exposing her little white socks.

She lifted one leg, and pushed her foot in his face, "smell you bastard, there is nothing sweaty about my feet."

Taylor laughed, "A gas mask, I need a gas mask." He ducked as another cushion came flying at his face.

Jenny jumped up as soon as he released her feet, and sat on his lap. She grabbed his head by the ponytail, pulling his mouth towards her. "I will make you regret that insinuation fucker," she softly snarled before pushing her tongue inside his mouth.

Taylor kissed her back with passion, his hands roaming all over her back. He slipped his hands underneath her leather jacket, and softly scratched the naked skin he encountered. The small shirt she wore only came down to just below her naval, and he touched his way upwards, until he encountered her bra-strap. Taylor left the bra, and scratched his way downwards again.

Jenny released his mouth, "shit wait, the pizza is on its way, and I need to get out of these tight leather pants." She climbed off him, and ran to her bedroom. Taylor brought his own ragged breathing under control, and removed his leather jacket. 

A knock on the door announced the arrival of the pizza man. "Will you get that Taylor hun, I'm not decent?" 

Taylor got up, opened the door, and paid the deliveryman. He placed the pizza on the kitchen counter and grabbed a piece, before sitting down again. He nearly choked on the pizza, when Jenny walked into the room, wearing only a small black g-string and her short blue shirt.

"Small bites Taylor, small bites," she said laughing.

Taylor swallowed hard, his eyes on her sexy buns, as she walked over to the kitchen counter, grabbing a piece of pizza for herself. Jenny sat down next to him, placing her legs over his once more, before taking a small bite out of the pizza.

"Jeez, I nearly chocked," replied Taylor taking a swallow from his beer.

"Why?" asked Jenny, smiling innocently.

"You know why woman," replied Taylor before taking another large bite out of his pizza.

Jenny laughed, opening her legs slightly, drawing Taylor's eyes to her crotch, "small bites hun, I don't know any CPR."

Taylor shifted his eyes back to her face, "Damn woman, you will be the death of me."

"Oops, I dropped some pizza topping on my top, I must wash it before it stains."

He watched Jenny get up, and then slowly remove her little blue top. There was no sign of the bra he previously felt, as she walked bare breasted to the kitchen sink. He had a hard time swallowing the rest of his pizza, while he watched her scrub the small top under the tap water. Her breasts and buns swayed with the movement, as she vigorously scrubbed the small stain away. When she finished cleaning it, she hanged the top over a drying rack, and walked back, taking her place next to him.

"Taylor, for the past five minutes your eyes haven't left my tits or my ass, is that all you like looking at?"

Taylor looked up quickly," No...sorry, I'm just not used to seeing a naked woman parading around like this."

"This is how I walk around during the summer, should I go put something on, you are looking a bit comfortable?" Jenny asked her eyes on the growing bulge his erection was making.

"Oh no, please don't mind me," he replied with a smile.

"Are you going to finish that?" she indicated at the half slice of pizza Taylor held in his left hand.

"No, it is kind of hart to swallow."

Jenny got up, and took the pizza, "typically male, we woman cook and slave over the oven, and all you think about is sex." She replied with a laugh as she walked away. Taylor's eyes stayed riveted on her sexy ass cheeks, following their every move and sway.

She placed the slice in the pizza box, and stored it in the fridge, before returning to the couch. Jenny sat on his lap again, her breasts just inches from his face.

She pulled his head forward, "is this what you hunger for Taylor?"

For an answer, he opened his mouth, and sucked a brown nipple into his mouth, while his hands reached around gripping her buns tightly.

"Damn...that feels good...suck the other one too."

Taylor moved his mouth to the other nipple, biting it softly, before sucking it into his mouth. 

"Let's move to my bedroom, and get you out of those clothes." She got to her feet, and pulled Taylor behind her into the bedroom.

Taylor barely noticed the furniture in the small bedroom, while Jenny slipped first his T-shirt over his head, and then while kneeling, unbuckled his belt. She slipped his pants and boxers down to his knees in one move, and pushed him, so he fell backwards onto the double bed. While he lay there with his cock pointing towards the ceiling, she quickly removed his shoes, and then pulled of his pants.

She slowly got back to her feet, and pulled her black g-string down her hips, her eyes on his cock. "Someone seems happy to see me," she said with a smile. Her pubic hair was shaven Brazilian style, with just a small dark landing strip, and he could just see the soft pink of her inner lips, protruding out from the thicker outer labia. 




Rock Star Ch. 07



She walked over to the bedside table, and removed a condom, from one of the drawers. "I want your dick inside me Taylor, so fuck foreplay tonight."

Taylor just nodded, his mouth to dry to speak anyway. Jenny climbed onto the bed, and squatted over his lower abdomen. With one fluid move, she placed the rubber over his dickhead and rolled it down. It encased his shaft in rubber about three-quarters down its length. Jenny moved her ass into position, grabbed his cock, and held it against her cunt lips. She slowly lowered herself downwards, his dick slipping between her already wet folds with just a little strain.

"Oh fuck yes, this feels so darn good," she said as she slipped down another few inches.

Taylor just watched as half his dick disappeared into her hot sheath. Her pussy was slightly more accommodating than Ann's, and it felt strange with the condom over his cock. "Can you push up Taylor?"

He lifted his hips, pushing his dick deeper into her moist cave. "Shit...yes...deeper."

Taylor pulled out, and shoved up harder, feeling his dickhead make contact with her cervix.

"Oh sweet mother...fuck me harder Taylor...harder."

He pulled out about halfway, before shoving upwards again. Her pussy juice left long white lines on the condom, so he gauged how deep he could shove his dick into her from those marks, and upped his pace.

"Yes...oh fucking yes...fuck me honey...fuck me!"

Taylor needed no encouragement; he drilled her sex like a precision toolmaker. This is the best exercise in the world, his legs straining with the effort, and his abdominal muscles pumping and relaxing. Jenny called it quits first, her legs starting to cramp, from the awkward position.

"Stop Taylor...my legs can't handle it," she slowly maneuvered into a wide-open kneeling position over him, with her knees next to his hips.

"Lie with your upper body on mine," Taylor ordered.

Jenny lowered her body, so that she rested on her elbows, but Taylor gripped her arms, and pulled them upwards, causing her to collapse on top off him. He clutched her rump, using it as his base, and launched his pelvis upwards. With his arms helping, his legs easily handled the strain of his skyward movements. 

"Damn, that feels incredible Taylor...shove that prick into my cunt...yes harder...faster!"

Once again, Taylor enjoyed the thrill that this new position added to his exercise routine. If only he could exercise like this on a daily basis, but how was his dick going to cope? By concentrating on what leg muscle group he exercised, he managed so far to keep his mind occupied, and not loose himself to the exquisite feeling Jenny's soft flesh around his pistoning dick. They must have been fucking for at least fifteen minutes by now, but from what he read in books and on the internet, he knew that Jenny needed clitoral stimulation to orgasm.

He whispered into her ear, "touch your clit for me Jen; I want to feel your hand down there."

Jenny reached between them, her fingers finding her clit. Taylor could feel her hand moving around, so he concentrated on the depth and pace of his thrusts. He knew if he timed this right, he could be at maximum pace when she came close to orgasm.

"Oh sweet mother of Mary...keep it up babe...it wont be long now," Jenny moaned into his neck.

With sweat flowing freely between their entwined bodies, Taylor plowed his cock into her pussy, increasing his thrusts slowly faster and faster.

"Yes...oh fuck...yes...like that Taylor."

He felt the first indications of his own orgasm approaching, and wondered if he could keep this up.

"Oh...oh...shit...I'm...aaaaahhhh....mmmmhhhh...yesssssssss." Jenny bit into his shoulder, her hand leaving her clit, and grabbing his arms.

The tightening of her vaginal muscles caused his own orgasm to erupt, and he shot his sperm into the protective rubber, in one long continues stream. Jenny's lower body rocked and moved with his, her cunt pulsating around his shaft. Her inner leg muscled jumped and squeezed his abdomen, as her soft moans of pleasure continued.

Taylor stopped moving, and waited for Jenny to relax, before pulling his dick out of her wet hole. The condom stuck like glue to his dick, but that would probably change the moment his erection softened.

"Let me take care of this," he said, gently pushing her to the side. With legs more wobbly than normal, Taylor made his way to the bathroom, removing the condom, and flushing it down the toilet. He dropped his red looking penis into the washbasin, and rinsed it with water, before awkwardly making his way back to the bed.

Jenny leaned over, clutching his head, and kissed him deeply. "Taylor, that was better than I ever hoped for, thank you."

"No, thank you, now at least I can tell my mates that I had sex with an older woman," he replied with a smile.

Jenny punched his chin playfully, "fuck you bastard, I'm only two years older than you...prick."

"I'm going to take a shower, and then fill the bath for you," Jenny said getting up from the bed.

"How about some of that pizza, while we wait for the water to warm?" Taylor asked with a grin.

"Jeez, fucking men, my mother was right...if their dicks aren't hard, feed them."

Taylor laughed and had to duck, when Jenny threw another cushion his way. She came back shortly, dropping the pizza box on the bed, and left him to enjoy his meal, while she showered.

A few minutes later, she walked out of the bathroom, clothed in a huge bathrobe. "The water is running, do you want another beer, or can I get you something else to drink hun?"

"Water, juice, anything cold, but not beer thanks."

Jenny stood there staring at the beautiful muscled man lying on her bed, thinking...'calm yourself girl, don't fall in love, he has Ann. It would be so easy to fall for Taylor, he was easy to love. The condom thing was annoying, but she knows where Ann comes from on that one, but maybe she can change that, if she only made love to Taylor, and Ann also kept her side clean, there would be no problem of contracting a venereal disease. Taylor wasn't the 'jump into any willing slut's bed' type, so the next time Ann phoned she would speak to her. 

Taylor finished more than half the pizza, and looked up, noticing Jenny staring at him. His first instinct was to cover his legs, but from the look in her eyes, it was more admiring, than appraising, so he fought down his first impulse, and relaxed. She was so lost in thought; she forgot to bring him something to drink. He pretended to cough, making dry noises.

"Oh shit sorry hun, I was daydreaming, let me go get that drink."

She returned shortly after, handing him a glass of orange juice, and then went to check on the bath water. "Taylor, it is almost eleven, phone Laura, and tell her you are spending the night, I don't want them to get worried," she said from the bathroom.

"Are you sure Jenny, I do not want to be a bother, and tomorrow is class?"

"Yeah, it won't be a bother, your house is on the way to college, and we can just drop by and get you some clean clothes."

"Okay, I'll phone her quickly." Taylor phoned Laura, and told her he was staying over; she sounded pleased and said she would inform their mom.

Jenny walked back into the bedroom, "your water is ready, but before you take a bath, can you phone Ann, I want to ask her something?"

"No problem, she must be waiting for my call anyway."

He phoned Ann, and she picked up after the fifth ring.

"Hello baby, I just had the most intense orgasm, wanna say hi to Susan?" 

"Hi Ann, and no, I'm at Jenny's place, and she wanted to ask you something."

"Oh...but Taylor, when I asked that you must tell me about having sex with Jenny, I did not mean right before...or after baby."

Taylor laughed, "No that's not the reason, but yes we did it."

"You naughty boy, I'm jealous...I wish you were here, I miss you so much."

"Me too Ann, but listen, Jenny is jumping around with impatience here, I'm going to hand the phone to her, while I grab a bath."

"Okay baby, speak to you later."

Taylor handed the phone to Jenny, and made his way into the bathroom, leaving the girls to talk.

"Hi Ann, sorry to disturb you this late at night."

"Oh it is no problem Jenny, I'm lying here in bed with...did Taylor tell you about Susan?"

"Oh...you mean your hot assistant?"

Ann laughed, "Hmm, is that how he described her, I would have to watch him. Anyway, yes Susan is my life long friend, and assistant, we grew up together, and we share dildo time, when the sexual frustration gets too much."

"Yes, I guess with your high profile life, you have to be discreet, but anyway I wanted to ask you something?"

"Sure hun, what can I do for you?"

"When you asked Taylor to be careful, as in use a condom with me, were you presuming at the time, that I might be sexually active with other men?"

"Yes...well no actually. I assumed that a good looking girl like you would have lots off men panting after you, and that you might give in to temptation once in a while, but I don't know you that well. If I offended you, I apologize."

"No, it is okay Ann, like any twenty-four year old, I've had my share of frogs and princess, but I had my medical checkup in January, and everything was okay. What I mean to say is, Taylor has been my only sexual experience so far this year...I've been busy."

"Yeah me too, but I would never demand that you sleep exclusively with just him. For me that won't be a problem, and the only thing I share with Susan is her fingers. That is the reason I asked for a condom, I just did not want to cramp your style."

"I was hoping you would say that, which is the reason for this call. I'm not planning on having sex with any other men, I might fuck Laura, but that's about it, so can we agree on a compromise. As long as I fuck only Taylor, no condom for me too?"

"Yeah, I guess it is only fair, I feel that I can trust you to hold your side of the bargain, and I hope you will trust me to do the same. Thank you for asking me, you did not need to."

"I like Taylor just as much as you do, but I know in my hart that he has stronger feelings for you Ann. Since there is nothing I can do to change that, I will take what I can get. So thank you for sharing him with me."

"No problem girl, but now tell me...how was it?"

"Shit, words can't describe what his dick does to me, and that body...oh fuck, watching his muscles ripple with each movement is so darn sexy."

"Yeah, I have only slept with three other men, and none of them has the size and thickness he has, Taylor stretched my pussy so far, I had trouble peeing for a few days."

Jenny laughed, "I know what you mean, there is this constant throbbing left in my cunt."

She heard Ann say something to Susan. "This talk of his dick made me horny again, I just asked Susan to play with my clit."

"Yes me too, I'm getting wet just thinking about it."

"Well at least you have the real thing there; I'm so fucking jealous I might just scratch your eyes out woman."

"I'm sorry, but anyway, let me say goodbye and hand the phone to Taylor, so that you can tell him what Susan is doing to you."

"Okay hun, and thanks for the chat."

Jenny walked into the bathroom, and handed Taylor the phone, "Ann, wants to say goodbye."

She walked out leaving them to talk, and while eating a slice of pizza, cleaned whatever mess they made. When she stepped back into the room, Taylor exited the bathroom, with a towel around his hips. The steam glistening over his muscled upper body, looked so erotic, Jenny walked over, and pressed her body against him, kissing him deeply. The budge his penis made against the towel, pressed against her abdomen, but her pussy will never be able to handle another fuck session right now.

Jenny released him, "So how did your chat with Ann go?"

"She put the phone on speaker, and made me listen to Susan play with her clit, it was damn hot."

Jenny smiled, "Well my pussy is a bit sensitive right now hun, but I can help you in other ways."

"Nah it is okay Jen, thanks for the offer, my dick might be up and ready, but I'm wasted. Can we get in bed and just cuddle?"

"I was hoping you would say that, but with that hard thing pressing against my ass, no one will be able to sleep. Get your boxers on, and then we can give it a try."

Jenny removed her robe, and climbed into the bed. Taylor returned wearing his boxers, and after switching of the light, jumped in behind her. They drifted off to sleep, both of them smiling happily.