Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  “Awesome show! I loved your cover of Moby Dick!”

  “Thanks, it’s always a good one to bring out when the poor singer and guitarist need to have a break. No rest for the drummer, hey?”

  “I guess not,” I giggled, squirming a little on his lap.

  “That was quite a show you put on, yourself.”

  “I can’t believe I did that!” I blushed.

  “I bet that little trick gets you on all the tour buses.”

  “This is my first real concert, actually. The first one that had a tour bus, anyway.”

  Without breaking his gaze from my face I felt Dan’s hand sneak under my shirt and caress my navel, slowly slipping up towards the swell of my chest. With a gasp I grabbed his hand and pushed it back down and out.

  “Wait! Please don’t do that… I’m not like that.”

  “Like what?”

  “Like… you know… a groupie.”

  “I didn’t think you were a groupie… uh, what was your name?”

  “Olivia.”

  “Olivia, yeah. I just thought you looked like someone who knows how to have a bit of fun. Sorry if I was wrong about that. I don’t want to offend you, I can get the bus stopped if you want to get off?”

  I bit my lip with indecision. Had I overreacted? I’d used my breasts to get on the bus in the first place, was it wrong of me to defend them now like I was some kind of untouchable princess? I wanted to stay, but I definitely didn’t want to be a groupie or a party favour for everybody on the bus.

  “No… I want to stay on. I just… I’m really not the kind of girl that flashes buses all the time, I swear. I don’t want to do anything in front of all these people.”

  “Don’t worry about them, Olivia, they’re busy with their partying, we’ve got a good long while before we get to the club, let’s just have a bit of fun and get to know each other a bit.”

  “You’re sure?”

  Dan didn’t respond, instead his hand found its way under my shirt again and resumed the upward journey across my supple teen flesh. I instinctively tried to push his hand away again but forced myself to let it go. His fingers soon reached the underside of my left breast and I breathed in sharply, able to feel their path even through the material of my bra. I looked around and it seemed that Dan was right, nobody was paying us the slightest bit of attention. I relaxed and began to enjoy the sensation when he cupped my tit and gave it a playful squeeze.

  “Please kiss me, Olivia.”

  My face lit up with a big beaming smile. One of the bad boys of rock ‘n’ roll, Daniel Winchester, had just politely requested a kiss from me. Me! I leaned in close and pressed my lips to his, tilting my head to the right and placed my hand on his cheek, feeling the rough stubble there. Dan returned my kiss with passion and I felt his tongue snake tenderly into my mouth at the same time as his hand left my breast and followed the bra strap around my body to my back.

  With a skill any girl would be proud of, he flicked the clasp of my bra open with the one hand and I felt the release of tension under my shirt. I broke off the kiss to whisper in his ear.

  “Don’t take my shirt off… just for you, ok?”

  He nodded and his hand moved around to the front of my body, once again following the path of my bra strap until his hand slid between the cup and my heavy tit, caressing my bare flesh as my hard nipple poked into his palm. I turned my body towards him even more, trying to hide the movement under my shirt from any casual observers.

  I touched my lips to his again, a continuation of the previous kiss. Our tongues played a game of cat and mouse, each seeking the other in turns and lightly touching under the privacy of our sealed lips. Dan’s fingers lightly pinched my nipple and I moaned into his mouth as my sensitive tip sparked with pleasure at each squeeze.

  The drummer’s left hand lowered from my back to my ass and fondled it briefly before moving even lower to the hem of my short skirt. His fingers curled around the material and began dragging it upwards, exposing more and more of my upper thighs to anybody who happened to look down at us.

  “Stop… somebody will see…” I breathed, torn between being shy and desperately wanting to feel his touch on my between my legs.

  “Don’t worry, it’s too dark.”

  Dan continued pulling on my skirt until I had to shift my weight off his lap so he could bunch it up at my lower back before I sat again. I looked down and although it looked like my skirt was ridiculously short it did at least look like I was still wearing something, from the perspective of anybody in the aisle anyway. I was wearing a G-string, my bare ass cheeks were resting on his thighs and I could feel the heat of his muscular legs through his pants.

  His hand reached around behind my back and under my leg until I felt his fingertips between my legs, gently stroking the material covering my most private place. I crushed myself to him, burying my face on the seat beside his head as he simultaneously pleasured my breast and teased my pussy. I was in seventh heaven, and could only moan an affirmative when his skilled hand pulled my G-string aside, discretely exposing my pussy.

  I raised my head and looked around, amazed that even now nobody was crowding around us. The idea of being fingered by a rock god while dozens of people partied all around us was incredibly hot and the very first contact upon my bare pussy lips was enough to get my juices flowing, dampening his fingertips as he explored me.

  With ever deepening thrusts Dan pushed a single finger forward until it was all the way inside. I gripped it and stared into his eyes, realising I was showing off how tight my teenage depths were. Over and over his digit slid in and out of me, rubbing hard on the slippery walls of my vagina as I continued to squeeze

  Daniel eventually extracted his finger from my folds and moved it further forwards, gliding over my clit. I squeaked quietly, a sound that was utterly drowned in the commotion of the bus party, and unwrapped my arms from around his neck. With hands trembling from both nerves and the ecstasy he was beginning to rub into my most sensitive spot I fumbled at the button and zip of his pants, suddenly needing to feel my fingers wrapped around his manhood.

  Carefully pulling his shirt down with one hand to conceal what I was doing with the other, I reached into his boxers and freed his hard cock from its confines. My tongue popped out of my mouth of its own accord and I licked my lips, feeling every bump and curve of the erection in my hand to make up for not being able to see it with my eyes. I gave it a few gentle pumps as Dan began to flick his finger back and forth across my clit and I was rewarded with a small stream of pre-cum flowing out of the tip.

  With my thumb I carefully smeared the rock star’s natural lubricant all over the engorged head of his cock and began to jerk him harder and faster, almost as if I was hammering out a beat on my own set of drums. Dan’s finger continued its blissful assault on my clit and I felt an orgasm fast approaching, enthralled as I was by the incredible erection in my hand.

  Over the noise of the tour bus I could just make out squelchy wet sounds being emitted from under Daniel’s shirt as his pre-cum continued to flow out and aid my handjob. I hoped I would be able to last until he came but the thought of his thick creamy semen erupting all over my hand pushed me past the point of no return and I shuddered my way through a powerful climax, squirming and moaning right there on the drummer’s lap in front of anybody who was looking our way.

  I shut my eyes tight, not wanting to see if anybody was watching me for fear it would interrupt my pleasure. Blinded and feeling weightless, I was gently rocked from side to side by the motion of the bus and the sounds of the party faded as if a pillow was over my ears.

  An extra jolt of pleasure seemed to shoot into me from my breast and I let out a sigh of utter satisfaction, temporarily unable to think about what that sensation might mean. All I could think about was the wonderful way it prolonged my orgasm as my juices flooded out over Daniel’s hand.

  I opened my eyes drowsily and saw, with no surprise, that Daniel had lifted my shirt up to suck on
my tits while I was distracted by my climax. I was too out of breath to protest and instead watched as the drummer’s tongue danced all over my areola before his lips drew my hard nipple into his mouth where it was treated to a glorious flicking back and forth. He alternated between each of my large breasts and I saw that, at last, this was drawing attention from other people on the bus.

  People were cheering us on, nudging others and pointing until I was surrounded by Bareback fans enthusiastically pumping their fists in the air and making surprisingly flattering comments about my body. I couldn’t believe the reaction, it was strangely empowering to be the focus point of so many people. I wondered if this was what rock stars felt like all the time.

  As if detecting my change in mood, Dan detached himself from my nipple and looked up at me.

  “I want to fuck you, Olivia, right here.”

  I blushed, feeling of empowerment or not, the bluntness of his statement still provoked a confused turmoil of emotions. I wanted to feel his cock inside me, but I still didn’t want to be a groupie. There was also the issue of me not having a condom with me, and I thought wistfully back to the unopened box in the set of drawers next to my bed at home.

  “But… all these people… and I’m not on the pill.”

  “I think you like it now that they’re watching, I saw that look in your eye.”

  I blushed even harder.

  “And you can finish me off with your mouth, it’d be so fucking hot for you to look up at me and taste your own pussy when I cum down your throat. What do you say, Olivia?”

  I’d heard there was a risk of a few stray sperm being in a man’s pre-cum so it was technically possible to still get pregnant even if he pulled out in time. It was so precarious, I just couldn’t get pregnant, not when I was going through college. Could I? On the other hand, it was unlikely to happen, since I would be able to finish him with a blowjob.

  I took a deep breath in submission to my body’s wishes and shifted my position, never taking my hand off his cock. Soon I was straddling him and facing backwards on the seat. With my other hand I pulled my panties to the side and saw the entire crowd staring between my legs as I slowly, teasingly, brought my weight down and forced Dan’s hard member into my tightness.

  Daniel closed his eyes and his head rolled back as he felt my pristine teen pussy hugging his erection. When the ridge of his cock head popped fully inside me, he groaned in pleasure. In the midst of the cheering crowd I could hear more comments on my body and the action that was unfolding in front of them, from both men and women.

  “Holy shit, look at that beautiful pussy…”

  “I wish I had tits like that…”

  “God she looks tight…”

  I kept pushing downwards until the drummer’s length was entirely embedded inside me and then, keeping one hand pulling my panties aside, I raised a finger to my mouth and played up for the spectators. I slid it over my lips, tasting Dan’s pre-cum , showing everybody what I would do to his cock when he was ready. Wet and horny, I began bouncing up and down, at last completely comfortable with the situation, loving the devotion of the crowd.

  Dan’s hands slid up my thighs and came to a rest just under my hips, helping keep my skirt out of the way so both he and everybody else could see his shaft repeatedly disappearing into my eager teen slit. My breasts swung and jiggled right in front of his face, he seemed mesmerised by them as if they were a hypnotist’s pocket watch. I moaned in pleasure at the incredible sensations swirling around my body, being rubbed into me as my pussy walls did their best to milk his cock while I rode him, clenching and releasing in time with my bounces.

  Bareback’s rhythm section showed why he was considered one of the best drummer’s in the history of rock, beginning to thrust upwards to meet my body and using his hands to guide me into a steady beat. I yelled in ecstasy and tossed my hair like I was in the mosh pit rocking out to one of their many hits, savouring the feel of his erection deep inside me with the cadence of our own music.

  Wanting to ride him even harder, I halted my blowjob simulation so I could cradle my breasts with my arm and stop them from getting sore from all the bouncing, as well as stopping their wild gyrations from putting me off balance. I began grinding against Daniel with every meeting of our bodies, rubbing my clit near the base of his cock and felt the stirrings of another powerful orgasm begin to grip me.

  It was a delicious kind of torture, every time I got close to my climax I felt the need to use my arm to brace myself, which set my breasts free and interfered with my rhythm, so I cradled them again. I must have gone through this cycle about three times before I felt a pair of hands reach around under my arms and cup each fleshy mound. I looked down and saw my tits bulging between the fingers of some unknown man, my nipples hard but almost entirely concealed as he played with them, getting a small taste of what I’d given the rock star.

  My first instinct was still to push the hands away, but as he began pinching my nipples and Daniel continued his rhythmic upward thrusts with military precision I was actually glad of the support provided by the anonymous person. I leaned back against the seat in front of me until I could feel the hot breath of my mysterious benefactor on my neck, changing the angle of penetration for the Bareback drummer.

  I began bucking and gyrating my hips as if I was a belly dancer, giving Daniel and everybody else a view of my trim and fit teen navel flexing and bending with each sexy swivel. He ran his hand appreciatively over my mid-section, tracing a finger around my belly button before returning to my hip and gripping it even harder than before, thrusting into me with real power.

  I was driven straight over the edge of my second orgasm by the combined sensations of the mysterious hands on my tits and the potent pounding of the so-called lonely drummer boy. Bracing myself I shuddered out an orgasm, yelling my ecstasy so everybody on the bus could hear it regardless of how much cheering and partying was going on.

  For the first time since he penetrated me, Daniel’s thrusts began to lose their dependable rhythm, something on his face changed, he looked like he was approaching a state of nirvana.

  “You ready?” I asked.

  “Gonna… cum… inside…”

  “Not on… the pill,” I reminded him, still in the breathless haze of my own orgasm.

  Daniel wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight against his body as he pistoned his cock into me with all the force he could muster. I tried to raise myself off, so I could get on my knees in front of him, but he was too strong and held me in place. My quivering pussy still squeezed at its cock without any conscious will from me, it wanted that semen as soon as possible and I couldn’t blame it.

  With a groan of release Dan pushed as deep into my sex as he could and I felt a torrent of hot sticky cum blast my pussy walls. Spurt after spurt erupted from the tip, it felt like an incredible amount, by far the most cum ever dumped into me, the only semen that had ever been inside my pussy without the protection of a condom.

  Dan fell back, panting for breath, still holding on to me as tight as ever like he didn’t want me to go anywhere. I nuzzled my face into his neck, feeling his cock still twitching inside my well-fucked pussy.

  The sounds of the other people on the bus seemed to fade away again and I felt like it was just him and I there, wordless in our afterglow. The heat of his creamy load seemed to spread around my body and I imagined myself pregnant with a big swollen belly, breasts even larger than they were now, the playful kicks that I’d be able to feel on my tummy… it didn’t seem so bad.

  So in the end I got to answer that very interesting question ‘what would you do to meet the greatest rock band in the world.’ It turned out that I knew the answer all along, and the truth is that I’d do anything for Bareback.

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  Bred by the Rock Star 3

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  Natalie is the guitarist in a cover band that specialises in the songs by UK band 'Bareback'. When Bareback tours her city she gets some advance information about what club they are planning on partying at. She makes her way there in hopes of meeting them, especially her idol Noah Pierson.

  She expected a cool and distant super star. She expected a hard partying rock star. What she found was so much more wonderful. After Noah suggests she come to his hotel room, the ride back in the limo gets hot and steamy.

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  Barely Legal, Exhibitionism, Breeding, Rock Star

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  I missed out on tickets to Bareback’s show when they came to town but, thanks to a friend who works security at the stadium they played at, I knew which club they were heading to that same evening. I’d been a fan of the UK rock band since before they got really famous, I even had a copy of a CD they used to sell at their live shows where the whole thing is just covers of well-known songs. I’d almost thrown my laptop out the window when I found out they were playing in my city but the show was already sold out.