I was a bit wild in college. I grew up a small-town girl who suddenly sprung gratuitous when I arrived on campus. Over my university term of office, I enthusiastically enjoyed many novel and interesting experiences, including girl-on-girl sex, boy and missy trine, way too a great deal drinking…even some light drug use. In fact, all through my get-go two years I was definitely into seeking out brainsick new dangerous undertaking. By the fourth dimension I was in my fifth semester, I was a little more settled, although I still had a bit of a angry haircloth now and then.

One weekend late in my Jnr year, my favorite intemperately Rock ring was coming to play at an arena in nearby Christopher Columbus, OH. As it turned out, my boyfriend was tied up that weekend and couldn't go to the concert with me. I decided to go anyway, and then had a loony idea pop into my head…..I wanted to try to get wing and party with the band.

I had never done this before, but I kind of knew how it worked….you dress like a slut, try to see the eye of the certificate guys or manager-types who are picking groupies from the bunch, and….if it works….voila, you're backstage with the stripe. At least that's how I figured it would work.

So, the nighttime of the concert, I pulled out one of my sluttiest turnout. I was an attractive co-ed, with long John Brown hair, big brown optic, natural 36DD titmouse, and a nail down waist, so I figured I'd at least get noticed….wasn't really for certain about getting offstage. I chose to wear a tube top made of crinkly, stretchy textile, with spaghetti straps, and a forgetful denim chick with thong panties underneath. The tube top made wearing a bra impractical, and the thin straps over my shoulders did nothing to keep my big boobs from bouncing and swaying as I walked or moved around. And since going braless always made my sensitive pap a petty stiffer than normal, I knew I had obvious nipple protuberance showing through the slenderize, lycra stuff covering my breasts. After throwing on a little too much war paint, I was ready to go.

When I got to the concert locale, I parked my car, then made my way to the side entrance where band members and roadies came and went, and where the security guys, obvious in yellow shirts and khaki shorts, congregated and eyed the groupies. As I approached the little crowd standing by the side of meat door, I noticed a bunch of fille dressed a lot like me….some even sluttier. I smiled to myself, then started elbowing my way to the front of the face pack, making no friends along the way. When I got to the front of the crowd, I started jumping up and down with my hands over my head, trying to get the attention of the big, blacken guy who was clearly the one in charge of the security measures team.

With my pipe top barely able to take my bouncing boobs as I jumped around waving my hands, it didn't take long for him to point out me. He gave me a big, toothy grinning and waved me over to where he stood. Once I got there, he put his deal around my waist and ushered me in the side door, then off to the right a little bit, where there were instruments, memory crates and spare amplifiers all over the office. I didn't know where I was going, so after I took a few steps amongst the equipment, I stopped and started to rick around to ask where we were going. Before I could get my head turned around, the security guy reached around from behind and grabbed both of my mammilla, pulling me back into his physical structure and rubbing his genitals against my ass as he did.

I was totally surprised !"What the fuck ? What are you doing ?"I said over my shoulder.

He kept kneading my pap over my thermionic tube top and rubbing what felt like a really big jut against my ass nerve, and quipped,"What ? You didn't think a backstage passing play was give up, did you ?"

As his hands mauled my boobs and the presence of a really big cock against my ass became more obvious, I mumbled, `` Well….I guess I never thought about it."

With a laugh he pulled my tube top down, allowing my knocker to take form free, then went back to squeezing my boobs….occasionally finding my already stiff nipples with his finger and pulling on them, which made them even stiffer. I noticed that his hand were almost big enough to cut across the entire form of my big tits…but not quite. He seemed to be really enjoying himself as he fondled and massaged my breasts like he was kneading dough. And, I have to accept, it was having an effect on me, as I could sense my snatch getting moist.

With his hands still holding both teat, he used the imperativeness from his hips to incite me toward an amplifier crate that was just about waist high gear. When the front of my thighs bumped into the crate, he pushed me forward so I was bending over it….my ass rubbing directly up against his growing shaft, which I could now clearly feel through his khaki shorts.

So, there I was….bent over the amplifier crateful, resting on my articulatio cubiti, as the surety guy played with my dangling titty and dry humped my ass. I felt a bit self-conscious, so I took a quick looking at around to see what else was going on and if anyone was noticing. The stage was already set up for the band, so there were relatively few guys actually plugging in amps and stringing conducting wire. As I continued to look around, I was a picayune surprised to see early girls…dressed in slutty outfits, like me…with their nipple hanging out and bent over other equipment and storage boxes, or kneeling in front of other security guys and roadies, giving blowjobs or getting fucked….obviously"paying for their backstage passes ”, just like me.

My judgment was wrenched back to my current situation when I felt the security measures guy behind me interchange my denim skirt up onto my bring down back, drag my thong panties down to my ankle joint, and use his knees to bear on my stage farther apart. Then I heard the sound of his zipper coming down, followed by him lining up the head of his cock with my wet slit, and starting to shove it in. He began slowly, sliding it in and out until my vagina was acclimated to his size. After rocking his pelvis back and forth for a few instant, he finally got his rooster balls-deep in my pussy, and picked up the pace….eventually slamming it in and out of me like a pneumatic hammer. I could feel his dangling nut dismissal slapping against my clit, as he continued massaging my swinging tit while he drilled me from behind. His scape was the thickest I'd ever had inside me, and it filled my puss completely, hitting all the right smear and making me moan and grunt as he pounded away.

Between the sheer size of his fixed pole, his flopping ballock banging against my clitoris, and his digit pinching my stiff nipples, I felt an acute orgasm rip through my consistence. God, his chummy cock felt amazing as it plowed into my pussy over and over. I closed my eyes and pushed back on his irradiation with every one of his forward thrusts, enjoying my climax as it washed over me like a warm, tingly tidal wave.

Suddenly, he grabbed my hips and rammed his hips forward, holding my ass hard against his torso as he blasted a huge load of cum deep inside my cunt. He pulled out to the tip of his tool, then slammed it back in, holding it there again as he spewed more hot jizzm all over the walls of my kitty-cat. He did this over and over, making my tits swing forward with every passado, slapping against my chin, and making me oink from the force out of each thrust.

When he finally finished cumming, he pulled his softening prick from my twat, grabbed a towel sitting on a nearby amplifier and wiped off his shaft. Then he grabbed another towel and tossed it to me, before stuffing his pecker back into his khaki shortstop and pulling up his zipper.

As I used the towel to clean between my legs and deplumate my thong back up, he told me where to endure to watch the banding from backstage, and pointed out where everyone would be partying backstage after the concert was over. He reached out and grabbed my teat again, which were still swaying outside my tube top as I wiped cum from my pussy and thigh. Reluctantly he finally released my tit, then playfully slapped them to watch them wobble back and Forth, before heading back to his security department duties by the side door.

I pulled my subway system top back up over my titty, then stood where he had told me to stand and watch out the dance orchestra look at the stage. This was amazing ! ! I was actually only about 20 feet away from my rock idols ! I looked around again and saw the other girls cleaning up and taking their positions nearby as we all started dancing and gyrating to the sound metal bass part and drum musical rhythm that was filling the arena and vibrating up through the base beneath our feet.

As the lot pounded out one Song after another, I felt like I was in another world. The sound was almost deafening, but the experience was unreal. I danced and jumped around as I absorbed every tasty moment of being offstage, watching my dearie dance orchestra play my favorite songs.

About half way through the concert, I felt an arm thrown across my shoulder joint. I looked to my leave alone to see who it was, and saw that it was one of the roadies that had been moving the equipment around on-stage before the concert. He was kind of chubby, not horrible looking, although definitely not my type. He smiled down at me and, with the bridge player that was draped over my articulatio humeri, reached inside my thermionic valve top and began fondling my mighty breast. He said something that I couldn't hear due to the stratum of music from the degree, and I looked up at his look and yelled"What ?"instead than respond, he just pointed down to his crotch. When my optic followed where he was pointing, I saw that he had unzipped his fly and pulled out a decent sized cock. It was semi-hard, so it hung out from his body a niggling, with a soft bend to the irradiation, the tip pointing at the story in presence of him.

As I looked at his dick, he reached down and began stroking it with the hand that wasn't squeezing my tit. I saw it start out to constrain, and I felt his arm across my shoulder push me down to my knees, then move up to the cover of my fountainhead and attract me forward toward his prick. I figured this was just an additional price to pay for my backstage pass, so I opened my backtalk and sucked the tip of his dick inside. Thankfully, his dick wasn't as big as the one stuffed inside me earlier, so I was able to blow it without too much worry. I bobbed my oral sex back and Forth on his perch, using my tongue around the tip, and it didn't take long before he blew a load of cum down my throat. I swallowed, then sucked a piddling retentive on his cock, pulling out the last oddment of mettle from the tip of his dick. When he was done cumming, I pulled his shrinking cock out of my back talk, stroked it a few fourth dimension for just measure, then shoved it back into his denim and zipped him up.

He seemed gratify. He gave me a vast, pillock grin, then headed off to do whatever roadie labor needed to be done. I stood up, pulled my subway system top back up to deal my boobs, and finished dancing and jumping around to the hold out three song of the concert.

When the show was over, I watched the band extremity rush off leg toward the sphere that the surety guy told me about. I looked around and noticed that the other miss and the stripe's retinue were heading in the same focussing, so I hurried off with that group, hoping to beguile the attending of one of the instrumentalist we'd been watching.

As we all clamored through the door of the after-party area, I literally stumbled into the bass player, Tony, who had to becharm me to keep me from doing a face-plant right in front of him. When he caught me, one of his hands grabbed a good smattering of boob, which he held onto a little longsighted than was necessary to get me steadied. I didn't mind at all….I was starry-eyed….almost losing my vocalism as I stared at him with a goofy smile plastered on my grimace. With a slight stutter, I introduced myself and began chatting with him. We tried a trivial small talk of the town and laughed at our one-liners as we warmed up to each former. Then I noticed he couldn't take his eye off my breast, which wobbled when I laughed. His direction seemed locked onto my teat, which were clearly protruding through the thin stuff of my top….pretty much exactly as I had planned it.

I grinned at him, then reached between his legs and grabbed clutches of his swelling, saying,"Since you got to squeeze my tit, do I get to snap up your genital organ ?"

He laughed….especially when I didn't departure my hand after asking the interrogative. He said,"well, I guess we know each other well enough now, eh ?"And grabbed both of my knocker with his hands, pressing the pulp of each boob through my tube top, and finding my nipples with his finger's breadth. We were leaning against the wall just next to the refreshment table, which included food, beer, liquor and even some tang, so there was a lot of dealings - groupies, roadies, and manager-types - all jockeying for the food, swallow and tending right near us. We decided we needed to strike somewhere else.

The way was getting pretty crowded and noisy, so Tony released my tits, grabbed a couple of beers for the two of us, then put his hand around my shank and maneuvered me over to a sofa on the other side of the room….still a lot of people around, but not as much traffic to deal with. I noticed the confidential information guitar role player was already sitting on the sofa with a little girl on his lap. The girl was clearly a groupie, straddling his lap, with her short cocktail dress pulled up past her hips, and her big, swinging boobs pulled out from the top of her dress. She appeared to be dry humping him as he squeezed, slapped and sucked on her breasts, between taking immense draught from a marvellous bottle of whiskey. I could see that she was working on his zipper between her ramification, and was confirming that she would be impaled on his rigid cock in no time.

My attention was pulled back to Tony, sitting next to me on the other slope of the sofa, when he threw his left arm over my shoulder and pushed my tube top down past my boobs with is hand. He began playing with my tit with one hand, while drinking his beer with the former. As he toyed with my naked breasts….squeezing the material body and pulling on the nipples….he carried on poor conversations with whoever stopped by to compliment him on the show.

I felt a little exposed and self-conscious until I scanned the room and noticed that almost all of the girlfriend were some stage of naked…some walking around with boobs out, or even completely nude. Guy were grabbing titmouse and snatch as they walked by, sometimes pulling one of them in for a tongue-filled kiss and a few squeezing of their breast. Some of the young woman were even kneeling in front line of guys, sucking and stroking dicks, as the set fellow member, entourage and roadies kept up a constant quantity chatter around them.

It kind of sunk into my brain that being self-conscious wasn't really a thing in this way. Then I felt Tony demand my bridge player and put it on his crotch. He looked at me and nodded….I knew exactly what he was getting at. So, I pulled down the zipper of his jeans and reached in, grabbing his barb and pulling it out so I could stroke it….just like everyone else in the way. It was an telling cock…about 8"long, and not yet fully erect….it was pretty dense, with a beautiful bulbous tip, and I found myself mesmerized by it as I slid my handwriting up over the head word, and down to the base, over and over.

Tony continued drinking his beer and playing with my queer tits, with his middle closed and his head leaning against the vertebral column of the couch. The din in the room was pretty loud, so I wasn't sure, but I think he was moaning as I continued stroking his stiffening shaft. After only a few minutes, his cock had grown to its replete 10"and was standing straight up as I kept pumping my bridge player up and down his shaft.

After a few more minutes, Tony moved the hand that was around my shoulder joint from my boobs to the back of my headway, grabbed a fistful of hairsbreadth, and pushed my face toward his now fully erect peter. I didn't really postulate more encouragement - I drew his rigid pole into my backtalk and began sucking, bobbing my drumhead up and down on his stave and using my natural language to stimulate the ridge just below the tip.

With his fountainhead leaning against the back of the couch and his eyes closed, he seemed to really be enjoying the blowjob, pushing with his hand in my hair and rocking his coxa in calendar method with the motion of my mouth on his dick.

It wasn't long before he pulled his engorged cock from my oral fissure and pulled me over onto his lap so that I was straddling his hips. He reached down and grabbed his rock'n'roll hard beam of light while I pulled my flip-flop panties off to the side, exposing my dripping wet pussy to the tip of his penis. He wasn't gentle….which was OK by me….he just grabbed my hips and pulled me down onto his stiff rod, while shoving his hips upward at the same fourth dimension. He completely filled my cunt with his cock. I let out a loud oink when he entered me, but the room was so loud I'm absolutely sure cypher heard it.

I glanced over at the blonde girl next to me again and noticed that her dress was now bunched around her waist, with her tit bouncing up and down in front of her. She was still impaled on the guitar player's mother fucker, but now she also had a dick sliding in and out of her ass. I didn't recognize the guy fucking her from arse, so it was probably a roadie or individual from the band's entourage. The blonde had her heart closed and was rocking her hips against the stem of the guitar player's shaft, which seemed to be giving her a lot of pleasure. The noise level in the room was almost deafening, so I couldn't hear anything she was saying or moaning, but it sure looked like she was having an orgasm as the two dicks slammed in and out of her kitty and asshole.

Tony once again draw my care back to what we were doing when he grabbed both tits, squeezing the flesh rather firmly, so that both pap were extended and pointing right at his typeface. He sucked one into his rima oris, and then the other, using his teeth to bite them - a little harder than I was used to - and then nurse on them, while kneading the flesh of my bosom. The sensation was electrifying, and I felt shockwaves shoot from my tit to my clit as I kept bouncing up and down on his cock and grinding my clit against the theme of his shaft.

The nipple-biting and clit-grinding were having their effect on me, and I suddenly launched into an intense, knee-shaking climax. I threw my head back and closed my optic as a warm bang rushed through my full body.

It wasn't long after that when Tony grabbed both of my hips and thrust his prick as cryptic as he could into my pussy, shooting rope after rope of cum all over the inside of my cunt. My God, that was amazing….I could actually find the power of his cum gust on the walls of my pussy as he kept pumping more and more quick, sticky semen inside me.

When he was done cumming, I sat there straddling his lap…his stopcock still rich inside me…as we enjoyed our climax and caught our breath.

After a few minutes our ventilation was back to normal, and I yelled over the din in the room,"Wow, Tony, that was fantastic ! I had no idea your peter was that big ! That was just fucking amazing !"

He laughed and yelled into my ear,"fountainhead, you have one of the nicest set of tits I've ever seen, so yeah….that was fucking amazing."

I giggled and hollered back into his ear,"I'm going to grab a drink, you want another beer ?"

He said,"No, thanks, darling….I'm still working on this one."With a wink he added,"I got interrupted before I finished it."

I laughed at that, then crawled off his lap and pulled my tube top back up over my breast. As I headed off to the mesa where a guy was making crapulence, I noticed that Tony didn't annoyance to put his pecker away….just left it hanging out of his unzipped pants, the flaccid shaft draped over one of his thighs.

The guy making drink mixed me a rum and nose candy, and I headed back toward the sofa where Tony and I had been sitting. I had to laugh when I pushed my way through the bunch and got close sufficiency to see that another girl was now sitting where I had been, locked in a tongue-filled kiss with Tony, and using one of her handwriting to stroke his slick member. Sliding her paw up and down his slimy cock, still covered with Tony's cum and my pussy juice, didn't seem to vex her at all. In fact, as I stood there watching, she moved to her left, bent her head into his lap, sucked his glistening putz into her sassing, and began giving him a truly sloppy blowjob.

I laughed to myself and shook my head, figuring my fourth dimension with Tony was finished. I doubt he even knew that he had a different girlfriend sucking his dick than the one he had bouncing on it just a few moment ago.

I walked around the way for a while, taking in the batch and trying - unsuccessfully - to put off hands that were groping and fondling my boobs, even pulling my tube-shaped structure top down to view my mammilla saltation and joggle as I pushed my way through the crowed area. As I worked my way around the way, I managed to arrest mickle of the different ring members….each of whom had at least one defenseless lady friend working on their cocks…either sucking, nookie, or stroking. There were several raw girls on their articulatio genus with cocks in their hands or in their oral fissure, giving the roadies, manager and certificate guy rope handjobs and blowjobs.

I was still enjoying the euphoria of being wing, and having been fucked by a phallus of my pet set, but I smiled to myself and decided that my backstage pass had run its course… it was sentence to go forth the party. I finished my drink and headed for the outlet. As I got close to the doorway, I saw an attractive, dark haired woman - maybe mid-30's - lying on a mesa, legs spread wide, and her beautiful big teat bouncing back and Forth like water in a wave pool. Parked between her ramification, with her knees draped over each of his elbows, was the black security safety who had given me my"backstage pas"earlier, pounding his immense black cock in and out of her pussy like a piston. I couldn't hear over the noise in the elbow room, but her eyes were closed and, from the feel on her fount, she seemed to moaning out an orgasm as I edged past them and made my way out the side door.

Once outside, I turned back and looked at the closed arena door, reveling in the memory of my epic backstage experience. I had pulled it off….I got a wing straits and fucked a penis of my favorite band. All in all, an get experience that I knew I'd remember forever.

I headed for the parking surface area where I left my car, hopped in and drove back to campus .