0 comments/ 13730 views/ 0 favorites The Concert By: Writeman It's funny how things happen. One thing sparks another, which sparks another, which sparks another, and then you have success or failure;love or war. This time the outcome was success. It all began with a classical guitar concert. Something went wrong with the air conditioning at the original venue, so it was switched from a concert hall to a local theater stage, a new theater, at that. It featured seats that reclined and pull-down arm rests with receptacles for sodas. If you didn't want the arm rest, it just lifted and folded back between the seats. On the night of the concert I didn't want the armrest between us. Who would? You looked wonderful and smelled great. Shortish black skirt, ivory silk top and pearls. Very nice. I was happy to be with you. I didn't even mind when you dashed off two minutes before curtain time to use the ladies room. Poor thing. You returned just seconds after the lights went down, but that was another one of those critical "somethings". I put my hand out just before you sat down--a junior high bit of nonsense-- and found it trapped beneath you, palm up. You shot me a quizzical look, and I smiled. But I didn't move my hand. Holding my coat as I was, and in the darkened theater, no one could see. It was a spontaneous gesture, a prank born out of my own playfulness, but it took me only a second or two to realize that there may be an opportunity for something more; an opportunity to repay you for taking my penis in your mouth and teasing me for the better part of a half-hour last night. Still, how much could I do with my hand crushed beneath your body? I wiggled it slightly, with little effect. Your weight and the fabric of the skirt conspired against me. I started to withdraw my hand, but then stopped. Was it really that hopeless? Was there nothing I could do? There was nothing. You had all your weight on my hand as if to fend me off. I could barely move a finger, but wiggle that finger I did. You had other ideas, though. I could feel a quick downward pressure every few seconds. And that wordless gesture was unmistakable. You were telling me to knock it off. Quit fooling around! I understood but I wouldn't give in. Not a chance. I continued trying to tease you, but with little effect. I know you felt my fingers, but that skirt was in the way. I couldn't get past it...or could I? I began pulling at it, millimeter by millimeter, inching it higher by the pressure of my hand. My fingers cramped with the effort, so I stopped every few minutes to rest, then started again. I saw your head turn and your glittering eyes looking my way, but I wouldn't meet them with my own gaze. I wasn't going to chicken out. You kicked me, then. The toe of one high heel stabbed me several times. I stifled a laugh. This was fun! It was slow going, but after ten minutes I finally reached your hem. Unfortunately, there was still some slip to contend with , but a few minutes later that slippery fabric was out of the way, too. You hadn't worn panties tonight, just pantyhose, so I wasn't "Home" by a long shot. I could, however, feel the heat of your pussy and maybe just the slightest bit of dampness on the cotton panel. Could you be enjoying this while fighting me off? I wasn't sure, but I continued my assault. Your hose was stretched tightly across your pubic mound, but I could feel a yielding softness beneath it. I could even feel a depression between your vaginal lips, a warm and womanly crevice. You dug your nails in my wrist in a last ditch effort to stop me, and that even hurt a little, but it didn't stop me. You would have had to dig them in really hard to hurt me, and you might have broken a nail doing that. What woman risks broken nails? Meanwhile my fingers continued probing and stroking. My middle finger, mostly. I scratched at your damn hose with my nail, scratched and scratched and scratched and finally--finally!--made a small run. I scratched some more and pulled with the tip of my finger. More nylon thread separated. The tip of my finger made sweet contact with pubic hair and your glorious vagina. Warm, wet, wonderful pussy! I crooked my middle finger and pulled back, ripping more fabric. I actually heard it, but no one else did. They were concentrating on the music. Any other time I would be, too. I loved classical guitar, but I only heard it with half an ear tonight. Tonight I had other priorities. I could wiggle my finger easily now, and I dug deeper, forcing the whole length of middle finger deep inside your warmth. I felt you move in response to the intimate assault, slumping almost imperceptibly in your seat. I varied the speed: slow and as deep inside your vagina as I could reach, then fast and light stimulation of the outside of your slick pussy lips. You were fully wet now, and it wasn't the rhapsody of the music that caused you to close your eyes. People around you may have thought you were shifting your body slightly rhythmically to the music, and you were, but the beat was mine. I had found I could touch your clitoris if I extended my middle finger as far as I could and shoved it forward. Now I was rubbing that throbbing little bump and watching your legs twitch in the dim light, faster and faster they twitched, faster and faster you breathed, until finally, finally....nothing. Next to nothing, anyway. I had decided to tease you longer, so I slowed down my stroking of your clitoris, then stopped entirely for a while while I caressed your slick labia. I felt your hot glare upon me, then turned and smiled, my eyes laughing at yours. The corners of your mouth twitched for a moment as you fought the urge to smile. Your face changed slightly, just fractions of an inch, but I knew what you were asking. Finish me. Please let me come. I thought about it for a while as I slowly caressed the soft inside of your vagina with my finger. Thought about your sweet pussy and the aching caused by my finger. Thought about how lovely you looked, how feminine your attire, what sweet curves your breasts made. I thought about what new way I could tease your clitoris with my hand. Then I had a moment of inspiration. I pulled my hand out from beneath you and buried it in my coat pocket. I felt your body go stiff with frustration. I felt you kick me. But I laughed silently. The music was good, the night was lovely---and---with you stewing for another hour or two, I would have something delicious to eat when I got home. The Concert The lights weren't out yet and he was scouting a place to stand and found one near the PA at the center of the room. People were casually talking and drinking beers. He spotted an open spot and headed in. A group of young guys and girls his age was standing on his right an older group of college students to his left. It was Friday and that was one of the main reasons he was there alone. Nobody wanted to come they all wanted to go to the pub and get wasted like they always did on a Friday night. He asked almost everybody he knew even his best friend Toby but they were not interested. He had to take bus, train and metro to get to the venue. He couldn't get there by car cause he didn't have a license yet. All his friends did and most of the time he had to depend on their goodwill. Not this time he was determined to get there and watch one of his favorite groups perform even if it meant he had to stay in town until the next train that morning He took a sip from his beer and started to check out the girls around where he was standing. All the people in the group left of him were probably older. Probably studying in this town starting the weekend with an alternative concert. He checked out the girls in the group a nice girl with brown hairs dressed in jeans and white shirt, An alternative chick with dreads and baggy pants who was hugging one of the guys, or the short haired redhead with the tattoo on her arms. Then he noticed the two short curvy gals with frizzy hair. They looked a bit funny. One wore striped leggings a funny purple skirt and a green hooded jacket that was zipped tightly around here voluptuous chest, the other one probably her older sister wore red shoes black stockings a jeans miniskirt, a simple white shirt with a few buttons undone showing of a nice cleavage and a red jacket. He probably watched a little too long cause he made eye contact with the oldest sister, she smiled politely and looked away. She wasn't really his type, he like blondes with C-cups blue eyes and red lips and looked like they were imported from Sweden. Lights dimmed the artists took the stage and in a few minutes everybody in the room was dancing, shouting and having a good time. He did too, he made it, he was proud of himself and together with the few beers he already had he felt the positive vibe and forgot that he was there alone. He shook, shouted even sang along and everybody around him did too, the crowd was more dense and moving in a simultaneous movement. He went for a beer, got back to his position when she smashed into him careening his pint to the floor he grabbed the plastic cup right before hitting the ground but a lot of it already spilled to the floor. Sorry she smiled with her big red lips and sparkling brown eyes he'd looked in before. She immediately filled his half empty cup with half of her beer, she winked and continued dancing. At first he was angry then he felt strange and when the new song kicked in he was dancing again. The sisters danced in front of him together with the redhead and a few guys and they had great fun. The younger sister left with her boyfriend and the redhead disappeared and suddenly he found himself dancing alongside the older sister and suddenly she bumped her butt into his. They were dancing so he didn't mind, it was probably an accident but she did it again and watched him from the corner of her eye. Was she hitting on him, she smiled and stayed in his neighborhood. Her friends were gone. It was just the two of them dancing in the crowd. They exchanged gazes and looks and He felt something strange. His dick startled and got bigger inside his pants. She wasn't his type or was she? He didn't understand. She rubbed her ass against his crotch. The music was now merely a background chime. They were moving a long a seductive beat they made themselves in a combination of heartbeats. The next beat started and suddenly they were kissing. He grabbed her waist and expertly pulled her closer while his other hand moved in underneath her skirt. This wasn't him what was he doing he groped her breast and suddenly he was afraid she'd hit him but on the contrary she moaned in his ear and let him squeeze her fairly large breasts. It was only then that he noticed she was pressing her crotch hard against the bulge in his pants. Their embrace broke apart with a new song and they were shaking again. They moved to the beat and her nice round ass was brushing his cock every time. She knew what she was doing and she was driving him insane. They danced for nearly an hour and temperature was rising and they pushed and rubbed their bodies against each other. If he could have, he would have fucked her right then and there, but he didn't even know her name. The concert came to an end and lights went on, the band had left the stage. Before he could say something she immediately kissed him pushing her teasing tongue in his mouth, his tongue followed hers back and she sucked the tip of his tongue between her lips and smiled. "Did you like the show?" she licked her teeth and her gaze locked on to his eyes. Yeah he clumsily added. The name's Becca and you're not from around she cleverly added. He found out she was four years older than him and a final year psychology student. She was short and pale with blushing round cheeks and milk white skin only broken by two plump blood red lips. She radiated sex and her sweaty body had a sweet scent. When she heard he was stranded her eyes lit up, she lived nearby and was sharing an apartment with her sister who conveniently stayed with her boyfriend tonight. She pinned him against a nearby wall and whispered in his ear. Come on big boy let's go home. He felt like being kidnapped, he knew what was happening and enjoyed every second but this was so unlike him, she wasn't his type or was she? This wasn't his style, a one night stand, but his dick was so hard it hurt. After a short walk she opened the door to her apartment, pushed him inside and kept pushing him till he fell on the couch behind him. She took a step back and started stripping her jacket and shirt down revealing a huge black lace bra with her nipples almost poking through the fabric. She kicked off her skirt and revealed her matching lace panties. She pulled of his sweaty shirt and jumped in his arms his hands now filled with her lacy rack. She popped her tits out and he eagerly sucked what was within his reach. His cock pushed inside his pants and she hastily freed it, kneeled in front of him and started explored his cock. She milked it and watched drops of milky precum run down his shaft onto his balls she stuck out her tongue and tasted the droplets. She sucked on his balls while milking his cock and when his dick was getting to full strength she started sucking the head circling the hole on top with her tongue. He moaned and panted and underwent this sweet torture caressing her head and even pushing her bobbing head onto his erection. She stopped sucking his cock, dropped her panties to reveal her wet shaven slit. She had a small trimmed stripe of pubic hair and her lips glistened in the dim light. She sat on his lap and he immediately started toying her big tits whit his mouth, she reached back and wanked his dick behind her back. His hands focused on her pussy and he immediately felt she was dripping wet. She started moaning while he worked a finger in her tight pussy and while his thumb rubbed her clit he worked in another. She started riding his fingers and pushing down on them bringing her ass closer to the dick she was holding in her hands she pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock. She didn't wait and pushed her dripping wet, hot pussy over his steel hard throbbing dick. They both moaned and she gently started riding his dick. She was so tight she firmly gripped his fat cock, he was in heaven. She was slowly gaining speed and her big tits jiggled and wobbled out of his hands who were fondling them. She increased speed some more and started making panting and moaning noises. She was fucking him hard and fast and it seemed she wasn't going to last much longer. She bucked against him hard and every time she pushed a small cry escaped her mouth. Her orgasm was slowly building up and she was almost ready to explode. He rubbed her nipples and felt cum flowing to his dick. He was going to cum too. Like a neck and neck race they raced for the same goal and when he sprayed his cum deep inside her, her eyes turned in their sockets and her nails dug into his skin. Shot after shot she moaned until she finally collapsed on top of him. Sweating and panting they kissed. After a few seconds she disappeared in the kitchen and returned with to beers to quench their thirst. They toasted and she asked "Is he going to be alright, pointing at his fleeting cock, cause I'm not finished yet." He couldn't believe his ears and her eyes lit up when she saw his prancing dick. In a few minutes it was back at full force and she expertly pulled back the foreskin to reveal his throbbing head. She pulled him from the couch by his dick and she crawled on top of the coffee table and pushed her ass high in the air. He could see her swollen lips and with a quick inspection he felt she was still soaking wet. He placed the tip at her entrance and watched in awe how he pushed his manhood in her curvy booty. He parted her lips and slid inside her. She moaned hard and he could already feel her pussy pulsating around his cock. She watched him while he ogled her curvy body beneath him and started anticipating his thrusts. Her pussy was making sloppy noises and every push he started grunting harder and harder. Hypnotized by her body he increased speed and his balls started rhythmically slapping her ass. He was fucking her hard now and she had to hold on tight to the table. She pushed her ass higher and while he still pumped her body she started coming again. She screamed out and her tightening cunt milked his dick to orgasm. For the second time that night he shot his load deep inside her. A key slid inside the door lock and the apartment door swung open silently. Right when he pulled his still cum covered stiff dick from her pussy her sister entered the apartment. She whistled admiring between her teeth: "damn Becca what a fine specimen" He froze and watched her slowly walking right up to the couch while dropping her skirt to the ground and unbuttoning her blouse. "mind if I try him?" by the time she reached the couch she was wearing nothing more than her laced panties and bra "Not at all sis" Becca chuckled. Before his recovering mind figured out what was happening, beech's sister Ruth's mouth was already wrapped completely around his dick sucking him clean. She pushed him in the couch and popped her tits out and squeezed his dick in between. He stammered and underwent ruth's sweet torture staring at her even bigger boobs while Becca watched her sister perform the perfect titjob. Slowly she revived his flaccid cock till it was hard as if it was the first time that night. Becca jumped on the couch and started kissing him while Ruth did all the hard work. "Are you going to fuck my sister hard" she whispered in his ear "let's see if she's wet. While Ruth was still sucking Becca undid her clothing and started fingering ruth's cunt. She presented her wet fingers in front of his nose. "Taste her" he sucked her glistening fingers and the sweet scent and taste of Ruth's pussy made him long for more. "Then lick her" she smiled. The sisters changed places and Ruth pushed him back on the couch and in less then three seconds she sat on his face. Her sweet wet pussy pushed against his mouth he couldn't do anything more then lick it and push his tongue inside as far as he could. She rode him till his face was soaked with her juices. She pulled back to let him catch his breath and Becca stopped sucking his cock "he's ready for you" she nodded at Ruth. Like a wild cowgirl she mounted her steed and started fucking him wild. Becca took her place on his face she slowly crouched over his face and rub her boobs while she lowered her pussy over his mouth. He couldn't believe the sweet torture he was undergoing. The way these girls where on top of him, abusing him, was wilder then his wildest dreams. He felt his dick deep inside Ruth's pussy, while he squeezed Becca's but pulling her pussy closer to his face. He was going berserk on her pussy, licking, slobbering, swallowing, sucking on it. It didn't take long before both girls where moaning and he felt he was ready to blow his load. He started moaning and felt Becca coming on his face she was riding it hard pushing his head completely on to her cunt while wailing softly. She stepped of and dropped on the couch next to him. For the first time he watched how Ruth was riding his dick and he automatically grabbed her hard nipples and rubbed them between his fingers. That was all she needed to cum she screamed like if he was hurting her and her pussy tightened round his dick. He started Cumming and for the third time that night he shot his load, this time inside her sister. She dismounted him and after a few minutes of heavy panting the three of them fell softly asleep. That morning a refreshing shower with three reminded him it wasn't all a big wet dream. Ruth went off to see her boyfriend and after the shower he had breakfast with Becca in a coffee bar not far from the station. She accompanied him to the station and her goodbye kiss seemed to last for hours. Before he mounted the train, she whispered one thing in his ear "next week, same time, same place, different concert" ... He smiled, she winked and the doors of the train slowly closed in between them while he winked back. The Concert "Sweat dripping over my body! Dancing getting just a little naughty! Let's get dirrty!!!" It blared over the stadium loudspeakers. Enticing the crowd to move their asses and get down and dirty. This song was Christina Aguilera's new anthem, her official transformation from "the genie in a bottle" to this sexual beast. This was my first Christina concert but I had admired her music for quite some time, I always thought she had one of the most beautiful voices ever and decided I wanted to hear how she sounded live. Her impact was certainly being felt here at the Shoreline Amphitheatre. As I looked around, I could see girls in tight t- shirts and halter tops dancing their asses off and getting quite dirty. So many cute young girls getting freaky and expressing themselves so freely, this was absolutely wonderful. My friend Jenna was dancing very suggestively with a very hot brunette and I grew envious. They were gyrating their hips in tune with the music as they freaked each other and I couldn't help but notice how sexy their dancing was. Sweat was dripping off their exposed flesh, the heat and closeness of their bodies creating a web of hot passion. The combination of hot summer air and the amount of people dancing and mingling created a very feverish atmosphere. I wiped the sweat off my forehead and watched Christina on stage, performing her ass off and rocking the crowd. There was sexual tension everywhere. The girl on my right was a cutie, blonde, probably 18 or 19, wearing a tight little skirt and a ridiculously revealing top. As she danced, sweat glistened off her firm chest. I stared in awe as this girl rocked her body, swaying seductively to the blasting music. I nodded my head in agreement with her sexy dancing and she looked right at me. I was somewhat embarrassed, she had caught me staring at her lovely body. Laughing, I playfully began dancing too to try to lighten the situation. As I did, she slowly danced her way over to me and put her arms around my shoulders. Shocked, I looked her right in the eye. She had an intense look on her face, serious yet somewhat playful at the same time. It was very sexy nonetheless and I could feel the sexual tension between us as she grinded her body against mine. Suddenly, she threw one leg up and hooked it around my waist and really started getting into it. Instinctively, I grabbed her leg and started stroking her bare skin. It was hot and moist to the touch, beads of sweat cascaded down her thigh as I massaged it. Pulling her skirt up, I revealed more of her sweaty flesh, her sexually arousing scent intoxicating me. I kissed the girl deeply, our lips meshing together in a wet embrace as I tightened my grip on her thigh. My nails dug into her moist skin while we kissed and it felt so animalistic as we danced together. I gripped her hips as we moved in sync to the tune of the booming music. We did not even know each other's names and yet, here we were, kissing and grinding away with people all around us. It certainly wasn't bothering anybody, there were lots of girls getting down and dirty. Our frenzied kissing soon grew out of control and we decided we should head for a slightly less crowded area. We walked hand in hand to a dark hallway adjacent to the main stage that had restricted access. The guard was facing the stage and busy trying to keep people from getting too close to the special effects. We giggled as we snuck right through and made our way to the end of the hall. It was dark and humid in the spacious but empty hallway, we figured it was some kind of transport area where props were kept and moved. Nonetheless, it was going to be our hook up spot for now and our passion was not going to prevent us from getting our groove on. The risk of getting caught made this all the more exciting I thought to myself as our hands explored each other's bodies more thoroughly. Reaching for her juicy breasts, I pulled her top down and kissed her passionately as her hands locked onto my firm ass. "Mmmmmm, these feel so nice, " I said as I gave her breasts a firm squeeze. She simply smiled, and without saying a word, pulled my shorts down to my ankles. I gasped at her aggressive nature but did little to stop her. The rush had completely overwhelmed me and I was going to let her do anything she wanted to me. "Bend over baby, " she ordered while she smacked my ass hard. "Ooohhh..." I moaned lightly as she pulled my thong aside and stuck her fingers inside me. I was already dripping wet and my pussy throbbed with excitement as she probed it with her sticky fingers. "Naughty little slut. Look how wet you are, " she said as her fingers continued to work inside my hot wet pussy. I could only moan in response. "Mmmmm...ohhhhhhh..." She pulled her fingers out slowly and stuck them inside her mouth to savor my taste. I whimpered as she sucked on her fingers and licked them clean before sticking them back in me. Thrusting her fingers in and out of me with more force, she slapped my ass really hard, causing me to moan louder. I could barely control myself when she finally put her lips to my pussy and sucked on it, savoring my juices with pleasure. "Oh God! That feels so good..." I moaned as she licked and sucked my soaking wet snatch. Spreading my ass cheeks as far as she could, she buried her face in my crotch and used her tongue vigorously. I could feel the juices stirring inside me and dripping out onto her face while she ate me and it felt incredible. I wanted to scream but she stuffed her fingers in my mouth and told me to be quiet while she worked it. I sucked and licked her fingers clean, tasting my own pussy juices. I must have creamed her face pretty darn good because when she finally got out from under me, her face was wet and glazed with my cum. "Mmmm, damn you taste good!," she told me as I tried to regain my composure. "Ooohhh...Kiss me baby," I whispered. She brought herself up and pressed her soft, moist lips to mine as we shared my love juices. My legs still trembling from orgasm, I turned her around and pushed her back against the wall and dropped to my knees. "My turn sexy, let me eat your pussy." Reaching under her skirt I pulled her panties down to her ankles. I looked up at her beautiful young face and saw the lust in her eyes. Returning my focus to her hot, young snatch, I licked her with wild passion. Her pussy was wet as my tongue probed her virgin slit. She grabbed my hair and threw her head back, eyes closed, her breath coming in low moans. My tongue found her stimulated clit and wrapped around it, covering it in my saliva. My tongue met her increasing wetness with much anticipation, all the while more and more juices flowing from her hot pussy. The wetness was overwhelming, so much, in fact, that it ran down her thighs. My tongue traced her love trail as I slowly savored her taste and drove her into ecstasy and into the clutches of a powerful orgasm. She continued to cream, her come flowing like a river all the way down her moist legs and I did not hesitate to lick up every last drop. My fingers found her love hole and I slid one into her easily. She was tight but I wanted to push her so I followed with another finger. Her moans were becoming more consistent and inspired me to go even further. I slowly worked in a third finger and this really caused her to squirm. She began to move her hips in unison with my fingers, her moans now a guttural rasp starting somewhere deep in her throat and pouring her very soul out through her mouth as she was elevated to a state of passion beyond our atmosphere. I sucked and sucked until she nearly collapsed against the wall, short of breath and panting heavily. I caressed her thighs lightly as I rested my head in between them. Her flesh was hot and sticky with sweat and cum and the feeling of it meshed against my skin brought out the lust in me. I slid my way up her body and locked lips with the drained young cutie and whispered naughty things in her ear. All she could muster were some light moans and a nod of her head. I stroked her soft hair and rubbed up against her face, alternating kisses on her cheek and mouth. The air was hot and humid as our nasty session was brought to a climax. I looked deep in her blue eyes and could see her lost innocence, shattered by arousing music and uncontrollable lust. Suddenly, the girl extended her tongue and licked my face as she squeezed my breasts, she was truly insatiable! After making out for another minute or so, we quickly got dressed and decided to head back out to enjoy the rest of the concert. I grabbed her hand and we walked down the dark corridor and out into the crowd. We rejoined the mass of people and continued rockin out to Christina's music when my friend Jenna came over to me and placed her arm around my shoulder. "Hey you, where did you go? Lost you for about a good fifteen minutes or so," she said to me. Smiling, I replied, "Just making a new friend." Jenna raised her eyebrow and smirked at me. She noticed the cutie rubbing up against me and giggled. "Well, let's get down! Christina fuckin rocks!" I grabbed her arm and pulled her into me as my new friend joined us in a very erotic dance. As we cavorted to the blistering hip hop beat, I thought to myself, I've gotta go to more concerts. The Concert Chicago is my kind of town. I love to travel up there because there is always so much to do. Excellent restaurants to eat in, great places to drink, fabulous hotels for wild sex. And, of course, there is Soldiers Field, home of the Bears, the World Cup and great concerts. This was just one of those long, strange trips. We were in Chicago once again to see the Grateful Dead and the circus that was traveling with it in the early 90's. Soldiers Field always promised a great show. We begin the adventure with my wife, Ann and our girlfriend, Connie. We had arrived that afternoon and checked into the hotel before the first show. I think it might have been the Hilton or the Marriott; can't be quite sure but the view was great. After the long drive, I needed to use the bathroom and open up a cold beer. Upon opening the beer, I heard moaning from the other room. Quickly I moved toward the bedroom and found Ann and Connie wrapped up in each other. It was a very erotic sight. Connie was flat on her back facing me. Her hands were on Ann's ass, pulling her down into her mouth. I watched her face buried inside my wife's pussy, licking and sucking. She let go for a moment and let out a loud moan. On the other side of the bed Ann's face was buried deep in Connie's pussy. It looked like Ann had gotten a head start. She had Connie moaning loudly and moving. She could no longer concentrate on Ann's pussy. I watched and listened and couldn't take any more. Ann was making Connie cum. I dropped my shorts and removed my shirt. My dick was hard. The sight had gotten to me. Ann's pussy was the nearest so I just slid in over Connie's head and began to fuck my wife from behind. When I shoved myself into her, she lifted her head and moaned "Fuck me, Fuck me." Then as I was sliding into Ann from behind, I could feel Connie's tongue pushing in against Ann's clit. I knew I would never last and within minutes I was coming, filling Ann's pussy with cum. I pulled away but Connie wanted to taste more. She begin to lick Ann deeply, trying to clean all my cum out of Ann. Soon Ann was cumming and moaning. They then rolled apart. I kissed Connie first, tasting myself and then Ann. We all decided we need to take a quick shower and get out of the hotel room or we would never get to the show. Of course this was the Dead and the 60's rules. So the girls were decked out in peasant blouses and wrap around skirts. The skies had gotten cloudy but we decided to walk up through Grant's Park and headed to the show. We stopped along the way and grabbed some food and beer from the vendors. Soon we were at the show. Our seats were about halfway back in the middle of the floor. The opening act that night was Sting. He was very good. Then the Dead came out and played a rollicking and rocking 1st set. All three of us were up, dancing and touching each other in the crowded space of the floor. The girls would dance together, sometimes kiss and then they would dance and kiss with me. Even in this place people watched. The second set began and soon moved into drums and space. A segment of the show where just the two drummers play. People danced to the rhythm. I always loved that part. There I was sitting in my seat with Ann, my wife, next to me. Connie stands up and then sits down on my lap facing me. She has moved her skirt so it wraps around us. She begins to move her hips to the music. She leans over and kissed Ann and then kisses me. Her movements have made me hard. I feel Ann's hands now on my pants. She is undoing my shorts (these two must have planned this). She has freed me but instead of stroking me she guides me into Connie's pussy. I enter her. She is very wet. Connie begins to fuck me to the rhythm of the drums. The place is packed. It has to be obvious to the people around us. I feel myself moving deep inside. Connie is sliding her hips back and forth, keeping me deep while rocking us together. I know the people around us are watching. It excites me. I look up and Ann takes my face, kisses me deeply, smiles and just watches. Connie then begins to ride harder. I feel myself getting ready to cum. I begin to moan and lean into her as I don't want to be loud. It doesn't stop Connie. She starts moaning louder and louder and louder. I begin to cum filling her pussy. She moans again and then hugs me tight. We stay there for a few minutes and then untangle ourselves. I look around and some people smile back knowing. The band is back on stage and we are ready to dance. Not quite the dance we just did. We rocked that night out, knowing little what our adventure set up for the next night. The Concert NOTE: This is written in a first person style, if you are a woman reading this just imagine you are the subject of the passion, if you are a guy, pretend you're me. The Concert It was by pure chance that I was in Rapid City that night, and this band was in town. I heard about it on the radio, they said there were still a few tickets available. It was my favourite band so of course I went straight to the Floyd Fitzgerald Stadium and bought a ticket. Going to a concert alone isn't much fun but, this was my favourite band. The concert started at 7:30, so I got a hotel room, showered and shaved, then put on a pair of faded jeans and a t-shirt. I grabbed a quick bite at Denny's and headed over for the concert. People were already lined up to get in. It was a chilly evening and I was only wearing a t-shirt but I braved the cold for 20 minutes before they finally opened the doors. By the time I got in, the floor was already packed. I was standing up against the back, just in front of the first row of seats. The lights eventually dimmed and the first act came on, some local metal band. I didn't really listen to them, I spent the whole time trying to push my way up front, squeezing between some and shoving others, with everyone pushing and shoving me back. It seemed like I would take two steps forward and then get pushed two back. That was when I was pushed right up against you. You had on a short tight mini skirt and a halter top, both black. Your long blonde hair flowed down your back as you swayed with the crowd. You were holding your spot, not moving for anything. People kept pushing harder against me, and you were pushing harder back into me. I could feel your ass bump up against my crotch, and I could smell your hair, it smelled like a spring flower garden. I was getting a little aroused, and you couldn't help but feel me getting hard against your ass. You shifted slightly so that my erection slipped comfortably between your checks. I still wasn't sure if you had done it on purpose or if you had just moved with the crowd. But then you started to rub up and down and side to side messaging my hardening cock. I leaned forward and moved your hair away from your neck. I gently kissed the sweat off the nape, just to see if I was going to get slapped or if you were feeling as horny as I was. You didn't try to stop me, and even over the music I could hear a gentle moan as I reached around and pressed against your crotch, trying to push you in even harder against me. You reacted by sliding your ass up and down dry humping my cock and reaching around pushing my ass in towards you. I gave your neck a playful bite. I slipped the other hand up to your breast, gently squeezing and caressing it through your tank top. I could tell by the way it moved that there was no bra underneath, your beautiful firm breast in my hand was like putty, I squeezed and shaped it, gently and then hard, holding your long hard nipple through the cloth and between my fingers. You turned your head towards me reaching out your tongue, I reached forward with mine to touch it, they darted over and under each other. We did not say a word you just made love to me with your eyes, in the solitude of the massive crowd. You turned around and looked at me, then pushed my hand up under your skirt. I glided it up your inner thigh towards the heat. Before I got there I could feel the sweat dripping from your wet pussy. You spread your legs a little as I got closer. You put your lips against mine and forced your tongue between them, I met it with mine and chased it back out. Still running my hand up slowly, waiting to find your panty line. I never found it, what I found was a very hot very wet and very smooth pussy. I delicately slipped my middle finger in. You shuttered slightly then I pulled it out slowly, running it up your labia until I found your swollen clit. I ran my middle finger up and down it, sometimes letting it slip between it and my forefinger, then I would run my hand down letting those fingers penetrate your pussy while my palm caressed your clit. You pushed your hand up against my pants, and rubbed my very hard cock through my jeans. Then you undid my fly and let your hand in. There was a roar of the crowd as I groaned in ecstasy. You wrapped your hand around my cock and rubbed it up and down, pulling my foreskin off the head and letting your finger gently graze the top of it. You hiked up the front of your skirt and pulled out my cock, sliding it along the length of your pussy. I could feel your juices running, dripping onto my shaft as it rubbed between, your lips, the head bumping over your clit then back out again. "I need that big cock inside me now." You whispered in my ear. You pulled your skirt down as I struggled to get my big thick hard erection back into my pants. "I know just the place." You looked at me longingly and kissed me hard, adjusted your skirt and then grabbed my hand. It was much easier getting out of the crowd then getting in. Every once in a while you would stop, turn around and kiss me, then throw your hair back and go again. We got out of the floor area. It was quiet. We turned left and walked by all the entrance doors; both of us were trying not to run. There was a door that led to a flight of stairs, you opened it and we went in. You threw me up against the wall and kissed me. I grabbed your ass and pulled you in, trying to make us one solid piece of passion. Then you pulled away and ran up the stairs. I chased after you. You stopped and looked back at me from the landing letting me almost catch you, then you went again. In a quiet hallway at the top of the stairs there was a set of bathrooms. "How do you know about this place?" I asked "My ex used to be a security guard here," You said, "no one ever uses these, most people don't know they're even here. Wait, I'll make sure the coast is clear." You went inside the ladies room then came out and yanked me in. I kissed you hard and pushed you backwards into one of the oversized stalls. I pulled your top off, freeing your firm breasts, then stuck my face deep into them, sucking up the aroma of sweat and perfume. I licked in between them then kissed them as you undid my belt, popped the button and released the fly. My jeans fell to the floor. I let out a moan when you pulled my cock out from the top of my boxers, then pushed the boxers to the floor. I stepped out of my shoes, pants and underwear then pulled off my t-shirt. I pulled you in close to feel your nakedness against mine, your hard nipples against my chest. I kissed your neck then took your earlobe into my mouth, sucking on it. You turned around and slipped your skirt over your tight round ass, and put your hands on the toilet seat lid. The bathroom must have not been used much, it was polished clean and I was glad. I got down on my knees and stuck my face in your ass, smelling your pussy and running my tongue over it, flicking the clit and dragging it back into my mouth, only to dart it out again. I reached out and took both of your breasts in my hands and used them to pull you closer in towards my face. I turned around and sat back on my heels, staring at your soft flat stomach and running the top of my tongue along the entire length of your chasm. Feeling your thighs pressed against the side of my head as I flicked your clit with the tip of my tongue. I held onto your ass with both hands, squeezing what little give there was, pushing your crotch harder into my face. I then ran my finger between your cheeks down to your waiting hole and curled my finger in, exploring the texture of your inner canal, then I pulled it out and ran it up to my mouth, sucking your cum off of it enjoying the taste of your love. You're body trembled mildly as I flicked my tongue on your clit and then ran it down rolling it and then penetrating you as deep as it would go. I flicked it in and out like that over and over then pulled it out to re-explore your other tender areas. I refused to stop until my tongue ached. You pushed yourself up and I sat down on the toilet seat, legs slightly apart. My cock hadn't lost any hardness since we left the concert floor. It was so hard that it could barely move from it's erect position as you pulled it towards you. You looked straight down at it and wrapped both of your hands around; gently sliding them up and down, then you turned your head to the side to get your hair out of your face and ran your lips sideways up the shaft until you reached the top. Droplets of pre-cum glistened on the top. You hungrily licked them off then slid the head into your mouth, squeezing hard with your lips as you went down deeper and then pulled up. You kept going down further, a little bit at a time, seeing how much you could fit into your mouth. When your reached the bottom you would suck, then slide up again, only to go down again. I ran my fingers threw your smooth rich hair as you bobbed up and down expertly pleasuring me to the point of pure ecstasy. Just then we heard the bathroom door open and the click of heels walking in. "Oh crap," I whispered. Then the stall door gently opened. Standing there completely stunned was a girl, about 19 or 20 in a mesh shirt over a black bra. Tight leather skirt and tattoos on her arm, upper chest neck and calves. She was a voluptuous girl, the tattoo on her chest was of Betty-Boop and that was the kind of body she had, slim waist with a large chest and hips. She just stood there in silence, and I looked at her stunned. You turned your head to see who it was. "Hi," you giggled. She kind of waved, not knowing what to think and shook her head. Not backing away though. My erection, which would normally go away in such a situation, instead got bigger. I had a thought in my mind of letting her join in. She didn't run away screaming, that meant she was either curious or stunned stiff, I was going for curious. You gave me a look, cocked your eyebrow as if to say, "This could get fun," then looked at her. She was looking down at my throbbing cock. "You like that?" I asked slyly. She just kept looking at it. You stood up and walked over to her, then behind her. She looked back at you and smiled when you closed, and this time latched, the stall door. "Would you like that in your mouth?" I asked. Meanwhile you had unzipped the back of her skirt and were working on getting it off, you slipped it over her thick hips and let it drop to the floor, then she got on her knees and looked up at me in the eyes. You walked over beside me and I bent over and took your nipple in my mouth and sucked, a little too hard maybe because at the same time she flicked her tongue over the head of my cock, and grabbed it with both hands, gently rubbing it up and down. "Let me see those tits darling." You said to her. She obliged by taking off the mesh top and bra. They burst out like cannon balls, large and firm. I reached down and took a handful of one, you took a handful of the other one, kneading it hard and tweaking the nipple with your fingers. She slipped the head of my cock into her mouth and sucked gently, while you watched, I begged you to come kiss me, but you got way down on the floor instead, and inspected her pussy, it was cleanly shaven like yours, except a small triangle at the top. You reached your hand up and gently rubbed the clit, it was dripping with perspiration. She let out a little gasp, blowing warm air over my cock as you rubbed her pussy and swollen clit. You reached up with one hand and wrapped it around my throbbing cock to steady it while she sucked it, with your other you guided hers into your pussy. She fingered you, pushing her finger in as far as it would go then bending it as she pulled it out, going faster and faster, fucking your pussy. She looked up at me and took her mouth off of my cock. She rode her tongue up my body, licking each nipple then running it up my neck, over my chin and into my mouth. The she turned around and sat in my lap. You walked over on your knees and sat down at our feet staring at my member pulsing against her pussy. You grabbed my cock and as she stood up a little guided it into her hole; she slowly sat back down again. Her fat pussy squeezing out juices as my cock filled her. You took my cock out of her again, and gave it a hard suck, getting her juices off of it, then you slid it back into her again. I grabbed her at the side of her waist, lifting her up and down. You took my balls into your mouth, sucking on them, flicking them with your tongue, then you moved your mouth up, licking her pussy and running your tongue along my shaft as I fucked her. The sounds of her ass slapping on my thighs heightened your excitement. You licked harder and flicked your tongue faster. The girl was letting out uncontrolled moans and squeals. She was shaking uncontrollably, then fell almost limp. You helped her stand up, but she slowly went to the floor instead, exhausted from her intense orgasm. She laid on her back, feet away from me. You wanted to tease her, prolong her suffering. You crouched over her head, dripping your own sweet love sweat on her face and then you dropped your head into her crotch, tasting my recently ejected penis. I stood up from the toilet seat and knelt down behind you, grabbing your ass and raising it up to meet my groin. I pushed my cock down to run back past your clit, along your lips finding your canal then sliding it in. You let out a squeak of ecstasy and your body shook a little as I slammed it in hard, then slowly pulled it out, letting my head almost come completely out then slamming it in hard again. The girl was crying, her intense and prolonged orgasm was more than she could bear. You lifted your head up to help her recover and concentrated on your own upcoming orgasm. I grabbed your waste and pulled you in and pushed you out hard, fucking you doggie style, your long blonde hair flying back and forth with the rhythm. I leaned over your back and reached around, fingering your clit as I pounded in my cock an inch behind it. I could feel your warm juices running down my leg. My hand was pushed out of the way by our former spectator, who was watching us from a vantage point I would have loved to have seen. She tilted her head back and let you slide your clit over her tongue as I pushed you out and pulled you back. I stopped and pulsed my member inside of you then pulled out again, almost too far, then slammed home. I began speeding up, every thrust a little faster and a little harder. The slapping sounds of fucking echoed off the bathroom stall walls as I began to fuck you at a fevered pace. "Oh god baby, do you want me to fuck you harder?" I asked through clenched teeth. You responded with a scream of passion and I obliged. We were moving like a blur. My cock sliding in and out of you and the girls tongue trying to catch your clit as it raced away from her and back again. I could barely hold my self up, sweat was rolling off my forehead and my ass was clenched in pain trying to get every stoke in before I exploded, then I couldn't hold it anymore. "I'm cumming!!" I screamed, I could feel your body shake and quiver, you dropped your head and arched your back letting out a long and loud moan, I could feel your throbbing insides on my cock as the girl pulled it out. I came just as she opened her mouth, she got most of the first shot, and the second went right to the back of her throat. I tried to hold back the third for you but it went down the front of her, in a stream starting between her breasts down to her crotch. There was more left though. You quickly grabbed my cock and shoved it between your lips. I had three more shots left, you greedily took them all, then took your hand and gently squeezed my balls while sucking on my softening hard on, trying to get every last drop out of me. After you were sure I had none left, you straddled her face and leaned over her licking the trail I had left on her chest and soft stomach. She teased you with her tongue; forcing you into the same uncontrolled extended orgasm you had made her endure. You bucked and moaned, moving your ass up away from her tongue but she followed, flicking your clit hard and fast with the tip of her tongue. You collapsed, falling off to the side, lying panting with your arm over her knees. I was spent too. I sat back on my heels, shaking and sweating, feeling dizzy. The girl sat up and grabbed you pulling you in and kissing you hard, trying to steal any last drops of me that may be left in your mouth. Then you both came up to me, one on each side taking turns kissing my face. We all stood up. Then I lost balance and sat back on the toilet seat again. "Thanks, I needed that!" The girl said and picked up her disheveled clothes, slipped her panties on, pulled up her skirt and tried to put her bra back on. She was still a little shaky so you helped her with it. She slipped her mesh top on over her head as she stepped out of the stall. She looked back and threw us a kiss, then left the bathroom. You sat down on my lap facing me with your arms around my neck, then looked down and said, "Do you think he'll be ready to go by the time we get back to my place?" and then smiled slyly. I just grinned, too exhausted to say anything. We got dressed and left the concert. Of course with a little persuasion and a glass of wine I was rearing to go all night long. I still haven't seen my favourite band live in concert, but for some reason it doesn't bother me that much. ********** The Concert The fair grounds were packed for the concert that day. It was mid-August and even though night had fallen it was still sweltering hot. Tina was dressed to beat the heat in a low slung denim mini skirt and bikini top, hiking sandals on her feet. She turned more than a few heads in her revealing outfit. At twenty-one years of age, she had a lush yet firm body. Full 36C tits filled her bikini top, her narrow waist flared out gently to her tight round ass, which was clearly evident even though the fullness of her skirt and her long, tanned, athletic legs gave every guy there something to lust over. Trying to find the friends she had lost track of, she craned her neck, her blond pony-tailed head rising above the crowd as she went on tiptoe to get a better look. Was that them? In the densest part of the crowd? In the dark it was hard to tell. She tried to push her way through the throngs of dancing fans to where she thought she had seen them but was stuck and just couldn't move any further. She decided to just enjoy the music and began dancing along with every one else. She suddenly felt someone grab her ass, but aside from being momentarily startled she didn't think much of it. She had been groped in crowds before and just continued on dancing. She was grabbed again and this time it wasn't just a quick squeeze, the hands lingered, kneading her firm ass. She tried to turn and tell him to fuck off, but the crowd was too thick, having suddenly pressed in around her. Much to her distress, she felt the hands slide down to her bare thighs and then back up the insides of her legs. She couldn't even lower her arms to push his hands away and even more distressing to her was that she found she was getting turned on by this anonymous groping. His hands slowly trailed upwards until he cupped her pussy in his palm. She was horrified to feel that she was wet and hoped he wouldn't notice. Her fears were realized though as he boldly pushed aside her panties and slid a finger through the folds of her pussy. She gasped loudly but found that she involuntarily pushed her ass back, inviting him to be even bolder. A small cry escaped her lips as his finger pushed inside her soaked pussy. First just one, then two, pumping in and out of her, causing another cry to pass her lips. She moaned with pleasure, her sounds drowned out by the cheering and singing crowd around her. The fact that they were in such a public place, with people literally pressed against her suddenly registered and that thought was answered by a gush of juices from her pussy. Tina could only close her eyes and enjoy the sensations flowing through her body. She knew this was wrong, that she should be feeling horrified and violated, but she didn't, she felt good...damned good. She ground her pussy against the stranger's hand and he slipped a third finger inside her eager cunt. She cried out loudly this time, her voice mingling with the roar around her, as an orgasm caused her tremble and shake. Suddenly the fingers were removed. She was disappointed. Even though she had cum, she still wanted more. What are you thinking, she thought to herself. You should be glad it's over. The very fact that I was enjoying that was deplorable. Just as she finished chastising herself she felt the hands return, pushing her panties aside. Without intending to, she pushed her ass out, inviting his touch once again. However, it wasn't his fingers touching her; it was a cock pressing against her. Before she could even react, the head was pushed in. Gasping loudly, she was powerless to stop him as he slid all the way in, filling her, spreading her pussy with his thickness. He slowly began pumping in and out, sending shock waves through Tina. She couldn't believe this was happening, she was being fucked in a crowd of people. She easily could have screamed that she was being raped, but instead the only sounds that came from her throat were cries of pleasure as another orgasm tore through her. Soon she was grinding her hips against the stranger behind her, matching his thrusts. "Oh yes, yes, yes!" she cried loudly as he slammed into her. She was thoroughly enjoying the fucking until she felt wet fingers spreading her ass cheeks and stroking her tight anal entrance. She was an anal virgin and was unsure she wanted this guy to go there. She didn't have much choice though, as a slippery finger pushed into her, causing her to cry out loudly. She shouted out no, but it coincided with the band asking the crowd if they'd had enough yet and no one noticed her protest as his finger relentlessly pushed up inside her. She continued to cry out loudly as his one finger was joined by a second, spreading her tight hole. He began to finger fuck her ass as his cock kept on fucking her pussy. She was almost in tears, but then the most amazing sensations suddenly began to emanate from her ass. The pain eased and she only felt pleasure, so intense her knees almost buckled with the power of the orgasm that ripped through her. She pushed her ass back, suddenly wanting more and was rewarded with a third finger in her ass. She actually enjoyed the pain of the further spreading and bucked against the penetration, pulling the fingers in deep. Another orgasm overtook her before, much to her disappointment, the cock was pulled from her pussy. Her disappointment was short lived though, as she felt it pressing against her ass. She again pushed back, wanting that large cock inside her tight hole. She felt the head push in and she flung her head back, crying out with pain and delight. He drove in again, pushing in half way. Tina was almost delirious with pleasure, riding out the pain, until the ecstasy took over as he kept pushing in, until she felt his balls pressed against her dripping wet pussy. "Oh yes!" she almost screamed. "Yeah, baby, yeah," she cheered as he began to fuck her, slowly at first and then picking up speed until he was pummeling her ass hole with his thick rod. His fingers gripped her hips as he drove into her, panting heavily behind her. "You are one hot piece of ass, you dirty slut," he grunted in her ear, just as he pushed in deep, shooting his cum into her ass. She shouted out at her own release, as yet another orgasm flooded her senses. He remained behind her for a few moments, until he pulled out and disappeared into the crowd behind her. As the glow of her orgasms faded, she was suddenly horrified at what she had allowed to happen. She had just been fucked in the ass by a complete stranger in a public place! Suddenly she needed to be out of there and she turned and began pushing through the crowd, afraid she was going to be sick. Several hours later, back at home, she stood beneath the steaming hot spray of the shower. The slight soreness of her ass a reminder of what had happened earlier in the evening. Despite the heat of the shower, a delicious shiver ran down her spine as she recalled how good the stranger's cock had felt insider her pussy and, even more so, inside her ass. Slowly, hesitantly, she trailed her fingers over her butt, pulling the cheeks apart and gently touching her tight hole. Had he really stretched her so wide that his cock fit inside? She dripped some liquid soap onto her fingers and returned to her puckered rose bud. She took a breath and slowly slid her finger inside. She gasped at her own intrusion, a sudden burst of pleasure flooding her senses. Sliding in a second finger caused a low moan to fill the shower stall. Bending forward and bracing herself against the wall, she slid in a third finger, a small cry escaping her lips. She parted her legs and began to fuck her ass, sliding her slick fingers in as deep as she could, as fast as she could. The orgasm tore through her, the intensity of it almost causing her to lose her balance. Over the next few nights, as she took a shower before going to bed, Tina masturbated anally. Sometimes using her fingers and sometimes being more creative. She especially liked the long, thick handle for the back scrubber, with the ridged grip. She still lived at home and had to walk through the living room to get to her bedroom after her shower. She liked her bedroom being far away from everyone else's, so she didn't mind the inconvenience of the shower being far away. However, tonight some of her older brother's friends were over and she was nervous about walking past them in her bathrobe, her tousled wet hair drying on her shoulders. She could smell the alcohol they were drinking as she hurried through the room, feeling a few pairs of eyes on her. "Hey Tina, can I borrow that new CD of yours?" her brother called out to her as she turned the corner for the stairs. "Um...sure. I'll be right back," she replied somewhat surprised. Her brother usually ignored her when his friends were around. "I'll come up with you and get it," Tyler, a friend of her brother's offered, rising from the couch. With his tousled black hair and pale blue eyes, she had always had a mad crush on Tyler and was nervous about being alone with him. He followed her up the stairs and down the hallway that led to her room. "Hey, did you go to that concert last week?" he asked her as they neared her room. As usual, every time she thought about that night, a delicious shiver ran through her. "Yeah, I did," she replied smiling. "I thought I saw you there," he answered as they stepped over the threshold of her room, his large, muscular frame filling the doorway. Suddenly nervous at what he might have seen, she tried to keep her voice casual as she asked, "Oh? Whereabouts?" She had her back to him, looking through the mess on her desk, trying to remember where she had put the disc. "You were in the crowd. A very densely packed part of it," he said, his voice low and very close behind her. She stiffened, but didn't turn. Did he see her, she wondered. Did he know what she had done? "Did you enjoy the show?" he asked. "Yeah, the bands were really good," she replied nervously. Where the hell had she left that CD, she thought frantically. She was about to tell him she couldn't find it, when she felt him brush up against her. "Do you even remember the last band?" he whispered in her ear. "Can you tell me a single song they played?" "Wh-wh-what do you mean?" she stammered. Oh God, he knows. He saw her. She closed her eyes, dreading his response. He gripped her hips, pulling her against him. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her ass through her thin robe. "You are one hot piece of ass, you dirty slut," he whispered. She froze as he repeated the words that had been whispered in her ear that other night. It was him? He was the one who fucked her? Her mind was spinning with this thought and she didn't notice him undoing the belt of her robe until she felt the cool air on her skin. Before she could even react, he had pulled it off her shoulders and she was naked before him. "I have wanted to fuck you for so long," he said softly. She tried to turn, but he had her pinned to her desk. The sound of his zipper lowering, caused her to gasp. He was going to fuck her again?!?! "Did you like what I did to you the other night?" he asked. Closing her eyes, she sighed as his fingers slid through her shamelessly wet pussy. "Yes," she admitted. "Would you like me to do it again?" His hands spread her ass cheeks, his cock head stroking her freshly masturbated ass hole. "Yes," she breathed, her cheeks reddening with shame. His hands rose and cupped her full breasts, his fingers gently squeezing her erect nipples. "I'd love to fuck you properly, to really enjoy this gorgeous body," he murmured. "On the bed," she gasped, her head tipping back against his shoulder. "No time for that. I can't be gone from the guys for too long. I don't think your brother would like to know that I'm up here screwing his little sister," he chuckled, his hands sliding down her sides around to her front, slipping into her sopping wet pussy. He wet his fingers and then using one hand to push her down onto the desk, he pushed a finger of the other hand up her ass. Gasping loudly, she pushed back, relishing the pain, knowing that it would soon turn into something incredibly wonderful. "More," she groaned. Chuckling, he slid in a second finger, "Greedy tonight, aren't you?" He pumped them a few times and then pushed in a third. Covering her mouth to muffle her cries, she shook and trembled as the first orgasm crashed through her. His fingers plunging in and out of her ass felt even better than they had that first night. Finally he removed his fingers and she held her breath as his dick slid through the wet folds of her pussy. When his cock was slick with her juices, he again parted her cheeks and pointed himself at her asshole. With a powerful thrust of his hips, he drove his cock deep into her ass. Tina had to use both hands to muffle the scream that erupted from her throat. With another thrust he was in to the hilt, his balls pressed against her dripping cunt. Gripping her hips, he slowly pulled back and then rammed in deep again. "Keep those hands over your mouth, baby. I don't plan to let up for a second," he growled as he thrust deeply into her. Soon he was fucking her hard and fast, delighting in the multiple orgasms he could feel coursing through her body. "Yeah, you like this, don't you? You're just a dirty slut who likes getting it up the ass. But you're my dirty slut, all mine," he grunted, struggling to keep his own orgasm at bay, wanting it to last just a little longer. "Oh yes, give it to me, you bastard, give it to me. Fuck my horny ass, fuck it hard," she begged. The dirty words coming from between her sweet lips drove him over the edge and he plowed in deep, his cum shooting into her ass, filling her with his seed. His deep thrust caused another orgasm to tear through her body and her clenching ass pumped every drop from his twitching cock. He bent over her, his own cries of pleasure muffled against the back of her neck. They stayed like that for a minute, both of them waiting until their pulses and breathing returned to normal. Slowly he pulled his limp cock from her ass, holding her cheeks apart, gazing at her gaping hole and the cum beginning to trickle out. Squeezing her cheeks, he spun her around and captured her lips in an intense kiss, causing her head to spin. By the time her senses had cleared, he was gone. "What the hell took you so long?" he brother Brian asked as Tyler returned to the living room. "She couldn't find the disc," he shrugged, grabbing a beer and flopping onto the couch. "No shit. Her room's a fucking mess," Brian muttered, taking a deep swallow of his own drink. Tyler just smiled and took a long drink himself. Upstairs, Tina staggered into her small bathroom. It only had a toilet and sink, but that's all she needed right now. She wiped the cum from her ass and splashed some cold water on her face before returning to her room and falling into bed. Her ass hurt from the double assault of masturbating and then Tyler's visit, but it was the best soreness she had ever felt, and she could hardly wait until it happened again. The Concert Last Saturday night my husband and I went to a concert. One of our favorite bands from the eighties was playing at a local concert hall and so we decided it might be fun to go. Seeing as how it was an eighties band, I decided it would be fun to dress the part and so I wore my old leather mini skirt and pointed toe high heels. I completed the look by teasing my hair until it stood up high just like we used to do back then. We made all the arrangements for the kids and off we went. We were surprised when we arrived at the concert hall. It was much more crowded then we thought it would be. There were people milling around everywhere. Some dressed and looked like me but there were a lot of the younger generation that were much to young to remember the eighties there too. Apparently the band had made a come back. We entered and walked to the front of the building towards the stage. When the opening band came out a mob of people rushed to be close to the front. In all the confusion, with the pushing and shoving , somehow my husband and I got separated. I searched through the faces in the crowd but could not see him anywhere. I figured the safest and smartest thing for me to do would be to stay put. I would watch the concert form where I was and he would either find me, or we would find each other after the concert was over. The opening band was pretty good and put on a decent show. There wasn't long between bands when they had the lights turned back up, but I spent it looking for my hubby who was still nowhere in sight. As the band was about three quarters through their set, my hubby found me I was just standing there watching the band, when all of a sudden I feel two hands on my hips. I was immediately relieved and went to turn to tell him so, but he grabbed my hips a bit firmer and wouldn't let me. He whispered, "It's okay." I felt his hot breath on my neck and it gave me goose bumps. His right hand traveled up and under my shirt wriggling in under my bra to my already stiffening nipple. Soon he had my bra pushed up over my tits allowing him free access to them. He began to push himself up against me I could feel his hardness rubbing against my ass. I was getting quite wet, this was very exciting. The people around us didn't seem to even notice our existence; they were so busy watching the band, and that was okay by us. His left hand found it's way under my skirt and into my panties. My pussy was already dripping wet by then and it didn't take me long to completely soak his hand. He began to finger me. It felt so good! His fingers moved so fast in and out of me and massaging my clit that soon I was cumming. I was moaning loudly but still no one seemed to notice or hear me above the band. Just as my orgasm was ending my husband did something very surprising. He tore my panties off! What a wild man, I thought to myself, I wonder what got him so riled up? I again started to turn to ask him, when he lifted the back of my skirt exposing my ass to him. I wasn't going to turn around now! He bent me slightly at the waste giving him ample access to all my secret places, and I felt him enter me. He was harder then I'd ever felt him before. He immediately began to fuck me very hard and very fast. Slamming his cock into me so hard that I almost fell over. It was then that I realized we finally had an audience. We were surrounded by men watching us! That was all it took and I was cumming again. My teeth clenched and then so did every other muscle in my body. He pulled out of me just as he came. Filling my ass crack with his hot load. I stood up slowly not wanting to make more of a mess of myself then I already was and now slightly embarrassed at what we had just done. I quickly pulled my skirt back down and turned around. My husband was no where to be seen. That's weird now where did he go, I thought to myself. I decided to head to the restroom to try and clean myself up a bit and I would look for my husband on my way there. I didn't see him and so I continued to the bathroom and by the time I was done the concert was over. I stood by the exit door knowing my husband would find me and sure enough he did. We excited quickly trying to beat the crowd. Once we were outside I turned to my husband and said, "Wow what just happened?" My husband said, "Sorry honey that we got separated. I was scared for a minute but I knew that we'd find each other at the exit. Did you enjoy the show? What's the matter sweetie? Why are you so pale?" Realizing that I had just fucked a complete stranger all I could do was smile and say, "Yes it was a very good concert. One of the best ever!" The Concert at Clay Hall It was over. But in still thinking and pondering it over in my head, I've come to the conclusion that it was as much my fault as it was hers, as it is with most relationships I presume. The relationship was with Michelle, or Misty as she preferred to be called, and it started about eight months before the gig at Clay Hall. I met her through a blind date connection and we hit it right off. Outside of her being a good person there was something in her eyes, those green eyes that would meet mine whenever I looked at her and (I hope this doesn't sound too queerish) actually gave some adoration to me. For a decent amount of time in our fling she saw past the fact that I was 23, working a dead end job at Perry's Lawnmower company with my real money being in my band coming to me not often and got drunk a little more than I should've. We had such a good thing going that I really felt affection for someone for the first time in my life (my family can go to hell for all I know, but that's an entirely different story). That was until Denish, one of my best friends and one of my band mates in the punk band I played drums and co-sung in called Disgruntled Worshipers, asked me if we could start making a second album. Our group had already made one album entitled "Mouthful of Bull" and we thought we would compose a second one soon after the first one sold a lot, but it only sold 976 copies (147 of them to our families) so we parted ways for about a year and a half. But now it seemed like we could sell more if we did a gig at Clay Hall in Montclair, the finest venue to play a punk show in New Jersey since it was not too large or small and also had room to have a moshpit. Plus, there was the chance of other record companies, larger ones, getting a look at us at the concert. All we had to do now was make a new album with the other band mates- Spud and Sara the Keyboardist. I was excited about the prospects of getting more money and getting some more exposure outside of the few jack-offs who came up to me at the lawn mowing place asking me to do my famous drum solos when they most definitely haven't seen me play at all. So, one night I called up Misty and told her about what was new with my band getting a new album and maybe more after the gig. Unfortunately I hadn't took into two things before I called her 1, she had asked me not to play what she called "worthless garbage" like I played (she wasn't entirely inaccurate with that when I think about it) and 2, she was on the rag. I recall our conversation going something like this: "What? Why the hell are you going back to those assholes!" "Come on honey- " "Don't come on with any of that shit, I told you I hated that album and you agreed you wouldn't fuck around with that stupid band, if that's what you call it." "Hey, it wasn't stupid to me, besides, it could make me, us some actual fucking money-" "So what, you don't buy me anything anyways, I'm the one who always pays for your car and your damn CDs." She paused for a minute and then said, trying to sound calmer yet with an anger I had heard once in a while when we had arguments- "Look, I think you and I have grown distant in the past weeks and maybe we should try and move on, OK." "Huh? You wanna break up with me? Over this?" "Yes Mick, I know now I can't trust you if you do this and I thought our relationship had that trust. Bye now Mick." That's when she hung up on me. I felt pissed too, but I tried to push it back in my mind. At that time I justified what she had done showed that she really didn't care about me if she wanted to break up over my group. After that I went into the studio and recorded the new album with the others in a quick week. Now we had an album with mostly new songs on it titled "Id with the Tubloidial Butt-Noids" and the gig coming up at Clay Hall we were scheduled to play. But all the time we recorded and rehearsed (about a ¼ of that time was drinking for yours truly) I felt still quite down about the argument that ensued with Misty and I. True she was in those delightful few days women get into about a dozen times a year, however I knew I should have called her back. Whenever I thought about calling her I figured though if she really would want to get back together she would have to be the one to decide that, not me. I wasn't about to make a fool out of myself in that area…yet. It was the night of the gig a week after the album was finished. The crowd started filing in, and even though we weren't scheduled to play first, I peered in through the side exit door at the, how should I put it, colorful characters that were piling in. Filthy, mostly chained, filled with beer and crank punks and punk wannabe pricks (I know who is who most of the time since I was once a part of the punk group and still am in a sense) started to come in and I was nervous but not unconfident of what was to come. Even after two weeks Misty was circling my mind and it was the really big thing keeping down my concentration. So I decided, since Spud and likely Denish would be hammered by the time our set was done, why not join in? From the cooler I took out the coveted bottle of Watermelon Pucker that I was planning to save for after the show and chugged about more than half the bottle before the opening act Sick of It All finished their first song. I recall Sara saying in my direction "Mick, you gonna be ok to sing tonight? Spud can play but he's garbling all his god damn words from the weed, is it ok with you man?" I was half drunk at that point but was able to give an assuring thumbs up that I was ready to go. At about that moment Sick of It All left the stage and the four of us proceeded up to the stage with broken beer bottle pieces and globs of spit all scattered over the stage. I sat myself down on my good old drummer's stool and picked up my sticks, the mic's were now getting checked, and from the audience there was a mix of applause, curses and one or two bottles thrown while just setting up (and this wasn't with the chicken wire set up the Blues Brothers had at Bob's country bunker) so it wasn't exactly safe or un-stressful to be up there even before we played a note. But then we started our first three songs, which I can remember sounding like The Exploited's Whatcha Gonna Do?, Protest the Protesters – original one – and The Ramone's I Just Wanna Have Something to Do (or was it Now I wanna Sniff Some Glue, I can't recall) which came out actually pretty decently considering I could hardly sing or keep a perfect beat with Spud's usual erratic live bass, though I don't think words are the important part of Ramones songs anyway. Then when we took a quick break in-between our stretch of songs, I looked out at the audience for a minute and noticed her…Misty, a little bit away from the pit but looking up at the stage, at me. I couldn't really believe it at first, but there she was, and I had no reasonable explanation why she would be there to see me. That made me a little more pissed, and a long with that confusion mixed with the tenseness, the utter tenseness that came from being on the stage in front of the enthusiastic (or maybe just mental) crowd of the audience surrounded by band mates high and drunk or both, all this made me feel, well, panicked. I kept it all inside though, and tried to flush it out of my system by chugging the rest of the Pucker bottle and getting on with the next part of the set. The next four songs I really don't recollect entirely, although pieces of songs like To All My Loves, At School (originals) and a melody of Vandals songs I think. Then the music seemed to stop and though, well, why not partake in a forty while we rest for a second. Denish leaned over right before our songs started and whispered "You good to go on man, cause I can sing if you want." "Huh, uh, no, I, that's ok man, I am good to go dude." not totally coherently I responded. Denish whispered back "Get your fuckin' head on man, Epitaph could be here tonight. Remember, Blitzkrieg, DK and old album 1, 2 and 6 ok!" Then our next set started, and as hard as I tried, I couldn't keep up with the electric fast beat with the high-hat. My eyes were fading in and out of the sight of the audience, but in my fucked up state I could make out Misty, looking at me now for the first time ever with a look of panic on her face; the kind I probably had on my face when I first noticed her there except her look wasn't as shocked as mine was, almost mournful though with no tears shed at all. This was purely a glance in-between guitar solos however, and I could still feel myself drooping over in my almost frantic last effort to try and keep up. I felt more shit faced than a comedic character in a gross out comedy getting repeatedly thrown in excrement to entertain the "do-do" crowd. And she saw me the entire time. I don't remember anything after that until I woke up in the hospital, my head throbbing surrounded by the usual lot of emergency patients at 3:30 AM in Montclair Hospital. When I woke up, Denish and Sara who were sitting on the only empty bench in the area sat up and walked over to me. "Hey dude, that was fucked up what just went on in that concert," Denish said. "Yeah, I got drunk again. What the hell with my head?" Sara responded to that mumbled remark, "He doesn't mean the 40 man. A half full beer bottle was thrown right at your god damn skull, your lucky to be alive much less sitting up cause that coulda cracked your head." "Shit, I musta blacked out before that though Sara, cause my head feels like Pompeii here. Was the show any good?" "Fuck I wish, all we made was the bit in admission, but I can tell you this my friend, we can sue those assfaces for what happened to your head." Denish thought he knew his stuff from doing a little pre-law, but the word lawsuit wasn't really in my vocabulary at that time, or really not for consideration in the present state I was in (but that changed later on). "Anyway man, it was cool though cause while I was walking out of the hall this dude gave me this card," and out flashed a card in front of my face which read: Tony Norton, Vice President/Record Producer, Epitaph Records, Los Angeles CA. "Whoa, that's cool. Uh could you two leave me here a minute though, my head is kinda throbbing and a nurse might come soon with some Valium or something," I muttered as I suddenly noticed her, walking in through the hospitals, Misty. I knew Misty wouldn't want to talk to me with Denish and Sara around so I told them to go and they agreed and said they'd see me to tomorrow if I were not still hungover. They left and Misty came my way. "Hey Misty." "Michelle now." "Ok Michelle, what are you doing here?" "I just wanted to see if you weren't dead, Mick." She said and then sighed and looked at me with those green eyes again. "I guess your wondering why I came to the show tonight?" "Well, yeah. Why did you?" "I was thinking of coming by cause I was sorry for giving that outburst the other day. I was generally pissed off and it wasn't really right to take it out on you, so I came to the show and thought I coulda told that before the show, and I even wanted to tell you during your breaks but people kept on throwing shit on the stage-" she paused for a second as she sometimes did "-but then I also saw how nervous and drunk you were so I left, then I heard from outside in the parking lot all the fans storming out complaining that the show ended early. So I came by here to tell you I'm sorry Mick." I was definitely shocked at that, and it sort of sobered me up. I was almost right in the middle of a moment out of a romantic comedy where the girlfriend takes the boyfriend back or something like that, and I gave a grin at that thought. "Well, I'm sorry too. So does this mean we're still together and all?" "No, not really. I'm still pretty pissed at you for getting on that stage in the first place, and then you get all drunk with this shit. Sorry about that too." Then she said, "Listen though, and if you ever get to Hollywood, maybe drop me a line." "Uh-huh." That was all I muttered to her and lied down facing away from her reaching for the medication the nurse was brining over to me. And then she left me. For good. After that night things changed indeed, from the settlement we got out of Clay Hall for a number of things that went wrong with the gig and the card from Epitaph continued into a small yet good contract after a long meeting with the vice president there. Now I lead a bit of a better life than I did in the past having a little more money now and being a little better known and getting more recognition as a musician even in the punk rock world (Tony's comments about me summed up to being "un-solid yet brilliantly together in form"). But there are still those minutes, maybe even an hour or so when I think back to what I left behind, not the crappy job but the good girl, the good girl who realized my flaws outweighed anything I could try to offer her even before I could try and work things out with her. Really, I couldn't do that; it wouldn't be entirely fair from my decisions for one, second I wouldn't know how. We had a relationship going that had something, yet after that night I couldn't go back to her, not like the liar I was. But there comes a point when I think back to her when I also think that is the past and it is time to try and move along to the next activity. I put it behind me although it remains in broken yet loving pieces. That tale is over, and things won't ever be the same again.