The teen groupie


The teen groupie
"I don’t usually do this kind of thing." He mumbled as he clicked the lock on the door.

It was amazing that they were able to sneak back there through the mob without anyone noticing. It must have been all the commotion the fight between the bassist and a roadie created. Something about a girl and a dick and one of them was naked. Fists were flying and people were cheering, but all she could do was follow the tall man she couldn’t believe pulled her from the crowd through the haze.

They had both been drinking. His eyes were glossy as they traced the outline of her plump figure. Her hips held tightly by the cutoff denim skirt she was wearing over very loved and very ripped fishnets. Her boots were scuffed and half the small metal spikes had long since fell off. Her full tits were squeezed up and overflowing from the strategically ripped band tee she’d had since she was 13. Her tummy was smooth, but not flat, as it filled out the middle of her outfit. Her hair was long and chopped and colored randomly. She had just turned 18. This was the first time she’d ever tasted vodka, and she was clutching what was left of it in the nearly empty Sprite bottle she was nervously squeezing.

He smiled as he grabbed a beer from the table in the room. There was a desk, a few chairs, a couch, and a full length mirror. It was small and simple, but what more do you need from the dressing room of a small venue in the middle of nowhere? She couldn’t believe her favorite band ever was here, in her town. She felt like she was dreaming as he approached her. She wanted to speak, but her breath caught in her throat and she just looked up at him with all the courage she could manage. He was so tall, she thought. He towered over her barely 5 foot frame. As if he wasn’t intimidating enough...

He downed the beer and tossed it somewhere out of sight. The sound of it clashing against a wall made her giggle suddenly. She was so dizzy. Was it the booze or the smell of his sweat that was making her swoon? Could he tell? Her face flushed and she tugged at her skirt, foolishly trying to cover the ass she had so desperately wanted him to admire when she chose the outfit. ’Don’t get shy now,’ she thought. ’Be brave. Don’t let him know you’re a virgin.’

He stood there, his boots touching her boots, his face hovering above her face. He smiled at her as he took a lock of her hair in between his fingers. His hands were so massive next to her round little face. She could feel her lips trembling. Was he going to kiss her? He twirled the curly lock of blueish hair between his forefinger and thumb as he stared at her, smiling. He was hard to read. He looked at her in a way that made her feel so exposed. She was fully clothed, but his stare made her feel completely naked. He licked his lips and let out a half groan. This was agonizing to her. Every nerve in her body was on edge. She had no idea what to expect.

Her breasts were heaving now, small breaths escaping her lips, her face so flushed she felt like she was on fire. His fingers let go of her hair and slid slowly down her chest, the backs of his knuckles giving the soft skin of her massive cleavage goosebumps. She sighed. Her eyes fluttered. She couldn’t believe the man she adored for so long, the face she stared at on her wall as she explored her own sexual urges, her mortal idol was touching her skin with those amazingly powerful hands.

He opened up his hand and palmed the full F cup right breast. He squeezed and then threw his hot, open mouth onto hers. His tongue was in her mouth and she melted into him as his other hand swept across her lower back and cradled her in the crook of his elbow. His mouth was molten as it lapped at hers, their tongues half fighting, half dancing as his hand squeezed and teased her breast. Her nipples were like two hard pebbles trying to burst free from her bra. She felt weightless against him. His heat and sweat from the show he just played filling her nose and her mind and making her reel. Was this actually happening? She felt like she was going to cum.

Suddenly he stopped kissing her and started leading her backwards toward the mirror. He let her go and took a step back. Still clutching her bottle, she stood there, eyes glazed and stance unsteady. Confused, she looked at him as he tilted his head to one side.

"Is something wrong?" She whispered. Terrified now that it was all about to end.

"No," He smiled "I just want to look at you for a while. Will you let me see you?"

It took a moment for his words to register. He wanted to see her naked. She felt scared and excited. She had never been naked in front of a boy before. Yet, this was no boy. She’d known him for years through his music and his interviews and had seen his face in her sleep. She was self conscious.

"I’m not skinny." She said. suddenly so angry that she hadn’t just complied. She’d ruined it for sure.

He laughed and grabbed another beer. He began staring at her again in that strange way he had when his face was just above her’s.

"Look," he smirked "You wouldn’t be in here right now if I didn’t think you passed the test. It’s okay. Let me see you."

’Oh, my god.’ she thought ’He thinks I’m sexy? This cannot be happening.’ Slowly she pulled the bottom of her beloved black and red tee over her head. She let it fall to the floor beside her. She tried reading his face, but again was met with a look she had never seen before. Her fingers unlaced the corset tie on the front of her black lace bra. Her fingers were unsteady, she giggled nervously and hid her face in her hair. As the bra tumbled down, her entire torso was exposed. Her chubby tummy and hips hugged by the skirt, her huge full tits with their large, dark-peach areolae hung heavy on her chest.

"Fuck." He groaned. His second beer was finished and he set the bottle gently on the floor. "How old are you again?"

She could barely breathe to answer him "I’m 18."

"Fuck.." He said again, this time with a laugh. "I’m old enough to be your father."

"But you’re not." She said, and giggled, almost falling over in her drunken state.

"You’re drunk, aren’t you? I can smell the vodka on you." He smiled and stumbled toward her. He looked her over, putting his hands on the soft roundness of her upper arms.

She was dying for him to kiss her again. Her pussy was dripping wet and her heart was beating so fast. She wanted anything, anything, anyway he wanted. ’Just kiss me again...’ Her mind was racing.

And then his hot, wet mouth was on her nipple. She squealed in surprise and delight. He grabbed the other breast in his hand and slowly rubbed the nipple in gentle circles. She could barely stand. She could feel the nerves all connected and all firing at once. Her wet little cunt was pulsing now with every flick of the finger, every pull of his sucking mouth. His hand slid from her tits and down to her soft tummy. He grabbed a handful just beside her pierced navel and squeezed. His hand kept exploring as the other held her massive tit in his mouth. He squeezed her hips, her thighs, his fingers found the thin fabric between her legs. She moaned and half begged in some strange language she didn’t even know she was speaking. She was so drunk and he was making her feel so good.

He was kneeling in front of her now, his hand and mouth exploring all of her. groping at the soft folds and rolls of her skin and fullness. Her heavy tits, her soft tummy, her huge hips, and those thick thighs. He was devouring her and she couldn’t give in to him enough. More, more, more. This was a dream. It had to be. It felt too good.

Suddenly she was falling back, his arms around her waist, tossing her onto the little couch. He hands tossed open her thighs as she layed back. His fingers finding a grip between the holes in the fishnets. He ripped them apart, tearing them down to the knees. She screamed, but was met with this vicious gaze and a harsh "Shhh.."

Her heart stopped. She couldn’t breathe. His gorgeous face had disappeared between her legs and all she could see were her own mountainous tits and her round tummy above the plaid of his sweat soaked shirt. He nibbled at the fabric, now soaked, that covered her pulsating cunt. He sat up, ran his fingers through his hair in that way that made her swoon when he had done it on stage, and then with one hand, and one quick grab, ripped the small black thong right off of her body. The snap of it left a welt across her fat thigh, but even that sting felt amazing.

And all at once, her face was thrown back, mouth wide in a silent scream, as his tongue lapped hungrily at her dripping wet, fat little pussy. His hand reached up and grabbed at her tits. His tongue licked and lapped and tasted all of her. No one had ever made her feel this way before. She found the courage to touch his thick, hot, silky hair and in that moment she felt like she was going to explode. As she began to cum, she pulled his hair and her thighs forced themselves closed on his head. He was unable to draw a breath, but kept lapping until he was drowning in her juices and suffocated by her fat thighs.

As she started to ride the waves of pleasure down, he forced her legs open and came up laughing. He slicked his hair back again and then wiped his face with his palm. She lied there, legs still open, skirt up to her navel, drunk and desperate for more.

"Please.." She whispered breathlessly.

"Of course." He laughed.

He stood up now, the outline of his hard cock testing the fabric of his black jeans. He pulled his shirt over his head without bothering with a single button. His pale skin was flush with red as he unbuckled his belt. As his pants were undone, and his cock stood out of his boxers unobstructed, she felt dizzy again. He pulled his boxers off and his hard, thick, cut cock bobbed a bit before settling there right in front of her face. She almost hadn’t even noticed the silver ring perfectly positioned through the underside of the head. His cock was as massive and delicious looking as the rest of him. She looked down at his thick thighs and muscular calves covered in the sexiest strawberry blond hair. His pubic hair was trimmed, but just the same shade. He couldn’t have looked more perfect to her if she had sculpted him herself out of marble.

His hand wrapped around the base of his cock as he looked down at her. All self consciousness she felt before was gone. Standing before her was the literal man of her dreams and he was rock hard just for her. Before she even realized what she was doing, her mouth was on his cock. The huge head soft and warm against her tongue, with the awesome shock of the warm metal. Now he was the one swooning as she began to slowly lick and suck the head of his cock. Every lap of her tongue around the head made her dizzy, and how his hands were in her hair and cradling the side of her face. She felt possessed by her desire for him. She tried to take his entire length at once, but gagged. She sat back to catch her breath and looked up nervously at his face in embarrassment. He just moaned and said "You’re doing fine, baby. Keep going."

His moans urged her on. She kept sucking and licking, finally taking his big, heavy balls her her hands and rolling them back and forth between her open palms. She continued to try and take him all, but kept gagging. It was okay with him, though, because with each gag and each attempt he seemed to fill her mouth with precum. Her cunt was dripping down her legs now. all of her pulsing and wanting more. She couldn’t get enough of his hard cock in her mouth and down her throat. She was lost in it. She had never done anything so sexual before. Only in her dirty little mind had she gone through scenarios like this, but even then, this was far more intense and satisfying than anything she had ever imagined.

He grabbed her head in both of his hand and pulled his cock away. Her mouth still open, her tongue still reaching for the swollen head of his huge cock. He groaned in an almost beast like desperation and mumbled "..Stop."

Again she looked up into his glassy blue eyes filled with hunger and tried to understand why he stopped her. Had she done something wrong? Her eyes were watering and the thick black eyeliner was streaming down her round flushed cheeks. He smiled at her and grabbed his shirt off the floor. He took her face in one hand, and with the other he used his shirt to wipe her face clean of makeup, spit, and precum.

"You’re doing fucking great, Doll." He smiled. Was it that obvious that she was new to all this?

He grabbed two beers now, and handed her one. They took a few sips as he stood towering over her, tugging on his huge cock every few minutes to keep it as hard and ready as possible. And then he said something she had dreamed of hearing since the first time she masturbated to his band poster above her bed:

"Can I fuck you?"

He was good. This may have been her first time, but it sure wasn’t his. She sat there in awe and absolutely lost in everything that he was. This rock god- sex god- viking warrior- mother fucker that could have any girl he wanted and knew it was asking permission to fuck a girl who he knew was, by her own definition, his biggest fan.

"Yes?" She said as if she wasn’t even sure she had heard the question. They both laughed and she blushed again. She stood up and went to take off her skirt, but he stopped her. He kissed her cheeks, her shoulders, her neck. He nibbled on her ear before whispering "I know you’re new to this, just stop me if it hurts, okay?"

And then he forced her to her hands and knees on the couch before grabbing two handfuls of her big, jiggly, round ass. He teased her wet slit with his cock, letting just the ring dip into her vagina as the head flicked at her swollen clit. She moaned and whispered begging sounds as her mind swam with the fact that his cock, the man she didn’t even think she would ever get to shake hands with, his cock was about to take her virginity. This was a dream, it had to be. It was all too good to be true.

Suddenly, her entire body lit up like a christmas tree. Every nerve, every synapse, every single part of her body was alive and sparkling. His cock was plunged deep into her wet, hungry little cunt and she was in heaven. His hands rubbed her ass as her whole body was covered in goosebumps. He caressed her hips and tummy. He rubbed his hands up the small of her back. He stimulated every nerve he touched as he let his cock throb inside of her.

"Yes...." She moaned in ecstasy, her mind and body completely lost to him and everything he wanted. She had always been his, but now she really, truly was.

He began to fuck her, and she came almost instantly. Her face pressed into the cushions of the couch, her eyes tightly shut, her mouth open in another silent scream as she felt her pussy squeeze his cock as if it was trying to swallow it up. He kept going, reaching down to squeeze her huge, bouncing breasts, to move the hair from her face so he could see the absolute satisfaction spreading across her flushed little face. He was reveling in her as much as she was melting into him. Then, without missing a beat, he pulled her up and turned her over so that he was now holding her entire curvy, chubby teen body in his arms. She opened her eyes just enough to see that look again. Those blue eyes staring into her as if he was drinking all of her in. She realized then, exactly what that look was. He was taking as many mental pictures of this night as she was. He was storing this moment, ripped from eternity, deep into his mind to play back later. He was keeping her.

And then she felt him swell inside her as he held her tight to him. She wrapped her arms up around his neck and they kissed again, that deep, devouring kiss that made her forget where he began she she ended. And as he came, she came again, moaning and squealing into his open mouth as they took those last seconds of each other in.

As soon as they climaxed there was banging on the door. Shouting, singing, people calling his name.

"WHY THE FUCK DID YOU LOCK IT, CUNT??" someone shouted as others laughed.

They both snapped back into the reality of who they were and where they were. She looked up into his face and he smiled.

"Thank you. I’ll never forget this." He wiped the eyeliner from her face again. He set her down gently as she continued to reel in disbelief of what had just happened. He told her to hang tight as he walked over to the door and started banging on it in response to the people outside who were trying to get in.

"I’m fucking your mother, you cunt, and she’s shy so FUCK OFF!" He shouted through the door.

After a fit of laughter and a bit more banging, they walked off. He grabbed her a new band tee, a sweater, and the shirt he had been wearing that night. He kissed her one more time as they dressed, only this time it was different. It was gentle, and soft. No tongue, just soft wet lips and his hands on her face.

"I’m gonna get these bastards out of here and to the bar. I hope I see you again someday. You are amazing. Take your time getting dressed, I’ll make sure security sees you get home safe."

And just like that, as unbelievably as it has started, the best night of her life had drawn to a close with the sound of a lock clicking on the flimsy dressing room door.


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