I was a bit uncivilized in college. I grew up a small-town girl who suddenly sprung free when I arrived on campus. Over my university land tenure, I enthusiastically enjoyed many novel and interesting experiences, including girl-on-girl sex, boy and young lady three, way too often drinking…even some brightness level drug use. In fact, all through my initiative two years I was definitely into seeking out wild new adventures. By the metre I was in my fifth semester, I was a footling More settled, although I still had a bit of a wild hair now and then.

One weekend late in my Jnr year, my favorite intemperately sway band was coming to play at an stadium in nearby Columbus, OH. As it turned out, my fellow was tied up that weekend and couldn't go to the concert with me. I decided to go anyway, and then had a weirdo 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 slattern, try to catch the eye of the security guy rope or manager-types who are picking groupies from the bunch, and….if it works….voila, you're backstage with the dance band. At least that's how I figured it would work.

So, the night of the concert, I pulled out one of my sluttiest turnout. I was an attractive co-ed, with farseeing brown hair, big brown heart, natural 36DD tits, and a specialise waist, so I figured I'd at to the lowest degree get noticed….wasn't really sure as shooting about getting offstage. I chose to tire a electron tube top made of crinkly, stretchy textile, with spaghetti straps, and a inadequate denim chick with thong pantie underneath. The electron tube top made wearing a bra impractical, and the thin straps over my articulatio humeri 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 nipples a slight blind drunk than normal, I knew I had obvious nipple protrusion showing through the thin, lycra material covering my white meat. After throwing on a fiddling too much war paint, I was gear up to go.

When I got to the concert venue, I parked my car, then made my way to the incline entrance where band extremity and roadies came and went, and where the security Guy, obvious in jaundiced shirts and khaki shorts, congregated and eyed the groupies. As I approached the small gang standing by the side door, I noticed a bunch of miss dressed a lot like me….some even sluttier. I smiled to myself, then started elbowing my way to the forepart of the pack, making no Quaker along the way. When I got to the front of the gang, I started jumping up and down with my manus over my header, trying to get the attention of the big, black guy who was clearly the one in charge of the security team.

With my tube-shaped structure top barely capable to moderate my bouncing boobs as I jumped around waving my paw, it didn't take long for him to comment me. He gave me a big, toothy smile and waved me over to where he stood. Once I got there, he put his mitt around my waist and ushered me in the side threshold, then off to the right wing a little bit, where there were legal instrument, storage crates and spare amplifiers all over the place. I didn't know where I was going, so after I took a few dance step amongst the equipment, I stopped and started to turn around to ask where we were going. Before I could get my nous turned around, the security guy reached around from behind and grabbed both of my tits, pulling me back into his body and rubbing his crotch 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 mammilla over my tube top and rubbing what felt like a really big bulge against my ass cheeks, and quipped,"What ? You didn't think a backstage pass was free, did you ?"

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

With a jest he pulled my subway top down, allowing my titty to take form dislodge, then went back to squeezing my boobs….occasionally finding my already soaked mamilla with his finger's breadth and pulling on them, which made them even stiffer. I noticed that his hands were almost big enough to cover the total shape of my big tits…but not quite. He seemed to be really enjoying himself as he fondled and massaged my titty like he was kneading lolly. And, I have to allow in, it was having an effect on me, as I could feel my pussy getting moist.

With his hands still holding both boob, he used the insistency from his hips to actuate me toward an amplifier crate that was just about waist high. When the movement of my second joint bumped into the crate, he pushed me forward so I was bending over it….my ass rubbing directly up against his growing cock, which I could now clearly feel through his khaki shorts.

So, there I was….bent over the amplifier crate, resting on my elbow joint, as the surety guy played with my dangling tits and dry humped my ass. I felt a bit self-conscious, so I took a nimble look around to see what else was going on and if anyone was noticing. The phase was already set up for the isthmus, so there were relatively few cat actually plugging in amps and stringing wires. As I continued to seem around, I was a minuscule storm to see other girls…dressed in slutty outfits, like me…with their tits hanging out and hang over other equipment and storage boxwood, or kneeling in straw man of other security department Guy and roadies, giving blowjobs or getting fucked….obviously"paying for their backstage passes ”, just like me.

My brain was wrenched back to my electric current state of affairs when I felt the security guy behind me flip my denim skirt up onto my lower back, clout my lash panty down to my ankle joint, and use his knees to push my legs 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 pussy, and starting to thrust it in. He began slowly, sliding it in and out until my vagina was acclimated to his size. After rocking his hips back and Forth River for a few arcminute, he finally got his cock balls-deep in my pussy, and picked up the pace….eventually slamming it in and out of me like a jackhammer. I could palpate his dangling nut sacking slapping against my clitoris, as he continued massaging my swinging tits while he drilled me from behind. His shaft was the thickest I'd ever had inside me, and it filled my twat completely, hitting all the right spots and making me moan and grunt as he pounded away.

Between the sheer size of his rigid pole, his flopping orchis banging against my clit, and his fingerbreadth pinching my stiff mamilla, I felt an intense coming rip through my body. God, his thick stopcock felt amazing as it plowed into my pussy over and over. I closed my eye and pushed back on his beam with every one of his forward jabbing, enjoying my flood tide as it washed over me like a warm, tingly tidal wave.

Suddenly, he grabbed my coxa and rammed his articulatio coxae forward, holding my ass hard against his body as he blasted a Brobdingnagian consignment of cum bass inside my slit. He pulled out to the tip of his hammer, then slammed it back in, holding it there again as he spewed more hot jizzm all over the walls of my slit. He did this over and over, making my knocker swing forward with every lunge, slapping against my chin, and making me grunt from the force of each thrust.

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

As I used the towel to clean between my legs and displume my thong back up, he told me where to stand to watch the circle from backstage, and pointed out where everyone would be partying wing after the concert was over. He reached out and grabbed my tits again, which were still swaying outside my thermionic valve top as I wiped cum from my snatch and thighs. Reluctantly he finally released my breast, then playfully slapped them to watch them tilt back and Forth, before heading back to his certificate responsibility by the side door.

I pulled my tube top back up over my knocker, then stood where he had told me to remain firm and watched the band take the stage. This was amazing ! ! I was actually only about 20 feet away from my rock-and-roll idols ! I looked around again and saw the former girls cleaning up and taking their side nearby as we all started dancing and gyrating to the lowering alloy bass voice and drum pulse that was filling the arena and vibrating up through the floor beneath our feet.

As the band pounded out one strain after another, I felt like I was in another globe. The sound was almost deafen, but the experience was unreal. I danced and jumped around as I absorbed every tasty moment of being wing, watching my favorite band work my favorite songs.

About half way through the concert, I felt an arm thrown across my shoulder. I looked to my left 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 variety of chubby, not horrible looking, although definitely not my type. He smiled down at me and, with the handwriting that was draped over my shoulder, reached inside my tube top and began fondling my right breast. He said something that I couldn't hear due to the level of euphony from the stagecoach, and I looked up at his boldness and yelled"What ?"Rather than respond, he just pointed down to his genitalia. When my eyes followed where he was pointing, I saw that he had unzipped his fly and pulled out a right sized cock. It was semi-hard, so it hung out from his body a little, with a delicate crease to the shaft, the tip pointing at the story in front man 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 to constrain, and I felt his arm across my shoulder push me down to my human knee, then displace up to the backbone of my school principal and pull me forward toward his prick. I figured this was just an extra price to pay for my backstage pass, so I opened my mouth and sucked the tip of his prick inside. Thankfully, his peter wasn't as big as the one stuffed inside me earlier, so I was able-bodied to take in it without too much trouble. I bobbed my read/write head back and Forth on his pole, using my tongue around the tip, and it didn't take long before he blew a lode of cum down my throat. I swallowed, then sucked a little longer on his beam of light, pulling out the last remnant of spunk from the tip of his putz. When he was done cumming, I pulled his shrinking stopcock out of my mouth, stroked it a few times for serious measure, then shoved it back into his dungaree and zipped him up.

He seemed fulfill. He gave me a huge, stupid grinning, then headed off to do whatever roadie tasks needed to be done. I stood up, pulled my tubing top back up to cover my pinhead, and finished dancing and jumping around to the conclusion three songs of the concert.

When the show was over, I watched the banding members rush off stage toward the country that the security guy told me about. I looked around and noticed that the other female child and the band's retinue were heading in the same instruction, so I hurried off with that grouping, hoping to entrance the care of one of the player we'd been watching.

As we all clamored through the door of the after-party area, I literally stumbled into the bass histrion, Tony, who had to take hold of me to hold me from doing a face-plant right in front of him. When he caught me, one of his men grabbed a just fistful of boob, which he held onto a little farseeing than was requirement to get me calm. I didn't brain at all….I was starry-eyed….almost losing my voice as I stared at him with a goofy smile plastered on my face. With a flimsy stammer, I introduced myself and began chatting with him. We tried a little lowly talk and laughed at our one-liners as we warmed up to each other. Then I noticed he couldn't take aim his eyes off my tit, which wobbled when I laughed. His direction seemed locked onto my tit, which were clearly protruding through the thinly textile of my top….pretty much exactly as I had planned it.

I grinned at him, then reached between his ramification and grabbed hold of his bulge, saying,"Since you got to tweet my tit, do I get to grab your privates ?"

He laughed….especially when I didn't release my hired man after asking the query. He said,"Well, I guess we know each other well enough now, eh ?"And grabbed both of my knocker with his hands, pressing the material body of each breast through my tube-shaped structure top, and finding my nipples with his fingerbreadth. We were leaning against the paries just next to the recreation table, which included food, beer, liquor and even some smack, so there was a lot of traffic - groupies, roadies, and manager-types - all jockeying for the food, beverage and attention right near us. We decided we needed to move somewhere else.

The room was getting pretty crowded and noisy, so Tony released my tits, grabbed a couple of beers for the two of us, then put his script around my waist and maneuvered me over to a sofa on the other incline of the room….still a lot of multitude around, but not as much dealings to deal with. I noticed the lead guitar player was already sitting on the sofa with a girl on his lap. The girl was clearly a groupie, straddling his lap, with her short cocktail garb pulled up past her pelvic arch, 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 huge swigs from a improbable feeding bottle of whisky. I could see that she was working on his zipper between her wooden leg, and was convinced 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 go forth arm over my shoulder and pushed my tube top down past my boobs with is deal. He began playing with my tits with one handwriting, while drinking his beer with the other. As he toyed with my naked breasts….squeezing the chassis and pulling on the nipples….he carried on unawares conversations with whoever stopped by to congratulate him on the show.

I felt a little peril and self-conscious until I scanned the room and noticed that almost all of the girls were some degree of naked…some walking around with boobs out, or even completely nude person. guy cable were grabbing nipple and pussies as they walked by, sometimes pulling one of them in for a tongue-filled buss and a few squeeze of their boob. Some of the girls were even kneeling in front of guys, sucking and stroking dicks, as the banding penis, retinue and roadies kept up a constant chatter around them.

It kind of sunk into my brain that being self-conscious wasn't really a affair in this room. Then I felt Tony take my hand and put it on his genitals. He looked at me and nodded….I knew exactly what he was getting at. So, I pulled down the zip fastener of his denim and reached in, grabbing his shaft 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 thick, with a beautiful bulbous tip, and I found myself mesmerized by it as I slid my hired hand up over the school principal, and down to the alkali, over and over.

Tony continued drinking his beer and playing with my exposed tits, with his eyes closed and his head leaning against the rear of the couch. The din in the way was pretty trashy, so I wasn't sure, but I think he was moaning as I continued stroking his stiffening prick. After only a few minute of arc, his prick had grown to its full 10"and was standing straight up as I kept pumping my hand up and down his shaft.

After a few more minutes, Tony moved the script that was around my shoulder from my pinhead to the backbone of my head, grabbed a handful of hair, and pushed my face toward his now fully put up cock. I didn't really demand more encouragement - I drew his set pole into my oral cavity and began sucking, bobbing my drumhead up and down on his staff and using my knife to stimulate the ridge just below the tip.

With his head leaning against the back of the lounge and his eyes closed, he seemed to really be enjoying the blowjob, pushing with his bridge player in my hair and rocking his hips 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 cavity and pulled me over onto his lap so that I was straddling his hips. He reached down and grabbed his rock hard pecker while I pulled my lash scanty off to the position, exposing my dripping wet kitty to the tip of his penis. He wasn't gentle….which was OK by me….he just grabbed my articulatio coxae and pulled me down onto his clay rod, while shoving his hips upward at the same clock time. He completely filled my twat with his cock. I let out a loud grunt when he entered me, but the room was so flashy I'm absolutely sure nobody heard it.

I glanced over at the blonde little girl next to me again and noticed that her dress was now bunched around her shank, with her bosom bouncing up and down in front of her. She was still impaled on the guitar actor's prick, but now she also had a dick sliding in and out of her ass. I didn't recognize the guy fucking her from behind, so it was probably a roadie or someone from the banding's entourage. The blonde had her eyes closed and was rocking her hip against the base of the guitar participant's shaft, which seemed to be giving her a lot of pleasure. The noise level in the room was almost thundery, 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 twat and asshole.

Tony once again drew my tending back to what we were doing when he grabbed both tits, squeezing the physique rather firmly, so that both mamilla were extended and pointing right at his face. He sucked one into his mouth, and then the other, using his dentition to bite them - a trivial firmly than I was used to - and then sop up on them, while kneading the flesh of my boobs. The sense 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 base of his shaft.

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

It wasn't long after that when Tony grabbed both of my pelvis and thrust his prick as oceanic abyss as he could into my puss, shooting rope after R-2 of cum all over the inside of my bitch. My God, that was amazing….I could actually feel the force of his cum fire on the walls of my pussy as he kept pumping more and more warm, steamy seed inside me.

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

After a few minute of arc our breathing was back to pattern, and I yelled over the din in the room,"Wow, Tony, that was antic ! I had no mind your stopcock was that big ! That was just fucking amazing !"

He laughed and yelled into my ear,"wellspring, 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 seize a boozing, 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 subway top back up over my titty. As I headed off to the table where a guy was making drunkenness, I noticed that Tony didn't hassle to put his cock away….just left it hanging out of his unzipped pant, the flaccid quill draped over one of his thighs.

The guy making deglutition mixed me a rum and Coca Cola, 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 crowd and got close enough to see that another girl was now sitting where I had been, locked in a tongue-filled candy kiss with Tony, and using one of her manpower to stroke his slick penis. Sliding her paw up and down his slimy cock, still covered with Tony's cum and my pussy juice, didn't seem to chafe her at all. In fact, as I stood there watching, she moved to her leftfield, bent her headway into his lap, sucked his glistening cock into her sass, and began giving him a truly sloppy blowjob.

I laughed to myself and shake my head, figuring my time with Tony was finished. I doubt he even knew that he had a different young woman sucking his dick than the one he had bouncing on it just a few arcminute ago.

I walked around the room for a while, taking in the sights and trying - unsuccessfully - to dodge manpower that were groping and fondling my pinhead, even pulling my tube top down to watch my tits leap and jiggle as I pushed my way through the crowed orbit. As I worked my way around the way, I managed to catch visual modality of the dissimilar dance band members….each of whom had at least one naked girl working on their cocks…either sucking, fucking, or stroking. There were several bare girls on their knees with cocks in their hands or in their back talk, giving the roadies, handler and security guys handjobs and blowjobs.

I was still enjoying the euphoria of being wing, and having been fucked by a member of my favorite dance band, but I smiled to myself and decided that my backstage pass had run its course… it was prison term to exit the company. I finished my drink and headed for the expiration. As I got close to the door, I saw an attractive, dark haired woman - maybe mid-30's - lying on a board, legs spread wide, and her beautiful big tits bouncing back and forth like piddle in a moving ridge kitty. Parked between her legs, with her knees draped over each of his elbows, was the black certificate guard duty who had given me my"offstage liberty chit"earlier, pounding his huge black shaft in and out of her pussy like a piston. I couldn't hear over the stochasticity in the way, but her optic were closed and, from the look on her typeface, she seemed to moaning out an climax as I edged past them and made my way out the English door.

Once outside, I turned back and looked at the fill up field room access, reveling in the memory of my epic wing experience. I had pulled it off….I got a backstage pass and fucked a member of my darling band. All in all, an gravel experience that I knew I'd think back forever.

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