Big Girls Just Want to Have Fun

by Aurora Dupree

  Then Cedric began to get strange.

  The signs had taken a while to manifest. Like I was saying, for the first week or so, everything was good. The tour was in full swing, and the other members of Unholy Night didn't seem to mind having me around. But by the time the tour bus had reached Austin, Texas, things began to get more stressful. We spent a lot of miles on the road, and between constant shows, the rabid fans, and dealing with concert promoters, management, and the general assorted duties of a major tour, the band was getting stressed out. Tempers began to get heated, and little things would set people off. A practical joke from Moe would send Freddie out of the green room in a huff, with Clyde having to go mediate an apology. Nights which had been previously spent drinking and carousing were now spent sleeping, resting, saving energy for the next leg of the tour.

  Only Clyde and I seemed immune from the ennui, spending most of our time together, having great sex, loving each other's company.

  Which brings me back to Cedric.

  He would often be waiting, strangely, after a tryst by Clyde and I. He'd be outside the hotel room, sulking, or hanging off the side of the tour bus with his stern, Nordic expression. Clyde continued to assure me that that was just how he was.

  “Don't worry about it, babe,” Clyde said, adjusting one of his diamond earrings while running his hand up and down my back. “That's just his thing. Cedric's a reserved kinda guy. He doesn't mean anything by it.”

  “That's all well and good,” I said. “But does he have to act so weird?”

  “Once he gets to know you better, it'll change,” Clyde assured me. “Besides, don't let him get you down. You're having a great time on tour with us, aren't you?”

  “Of course,” I said, moving in to kiss Clyde. We were alone again on the tour bus, and I had a devilish grin on my face. I moved my hand into Clyde's pants, where I could already feel him standing at attention. I nuzzled his neck as a stroked him, whispering into his ear.

  “Don't worry,” I said, in a low, sultry voice. “Soon this tour is all over, and we can relax. And you can be all mine. We can go to an island somewhere, just lay out in the sun all day. What do you think about that?”

  Clyde tilted his head back, moaning.

  “I think that sounds amazing.”

  I kept stroking him, faster, watching the ecstatic delight grown on his face. Then, without warning, the tour bus door opened and Cedric stepped on. I pulled my hand from Clyde's pants, and Clyde jumped up, angry. It was strange. I had never seen Clyde angry before, but he looked pissed now. His face was red, and he was scowling.

  “What the hell, man?” Clyde said. “I told you I was on here?”

  “The bus doesn't belong to you,” Cedric said haughtily. “You might be the star, but you're still just part of the band.”

  “You're a real piece of work, you know that?” Clyde said. “I don't know what's gotten into you lately, but you've been insufferable. I've tried to stand up for you to the rest of the band, but you're making it harder and harder.”

  “You're entitled to you're opinion,” Cedric said icily.

  I got to my feet, holding up my hands in a display of supplication.

  “Please guys, just calm down. There's no need to be fighting. It was an honest misunderstanding, I'm sure.”

  “Oh, so nice to hear from Clyde's latest conquest,” Cedric said. “You know, you're not actually part of the band, sweetheart, despite the fact that you're fucking the lead singer.”

  “All right, you asshole,” Clyde said, charging toward him. I shrieked as Clyde threw a punch, which Cedric dodged without much trouble.

  “You fight about as well as you sing,” Cedric said, his voice barely raising. “I'm out of here. Talk to you clowns later.”

  Cedric hustled off the tour bus, leaving Clyde there, steaming.

  “That son of a bitch! I can't believe him.”

  “It's okay,” I said. “Just calm down.”

  But Clyde was worked up. He told me he was going to take a walk, to clear his head. I was a little riled up, too. Did Cedric really not want me on the tour?

  I stayed on the tour bus, stewing about it for a little while. Eventually, I decided I wanted to hear it from Cedric himself, so I headed out inside the hotel and up to his room.

  Of course, his door was locked tight, so I pounded on it with my fist. The more I knocked, the angrier I found myself getting, for whatever strange reason. I was beginning to doubt that he was ever going to open the door, when of course it swung open and I nearly tumbled inside his suite.

  I regained my balance, my face red. Cedric stared at me impassively, his blonde hair tied back behind his head in a ponytail.

  “What do you want?” he asked, his voice sounding weary.

  “What do I want?” I replied. “I want to know what your problem is with me. I want to know why you've been giving Clyde and I attitude since I first came on this tour.”

  “I haven't been giving you attitude,” Cedric replied. “It's a long tour. Tempers flare up. We've been on the road for a while.”

  “I don't believe you. You've clearly got some issue with me. What is it?”

  “You want the truth?” Cedric said. “Fine. I'm jealous. I've got a thing for girls like you.”

  “You what?”

  “You heard me,” Cedric said, and before I knew what was happening, he had pulled me close, kissing me powerfully on the lips. I pulled back, astonished.

  “Cedric!” I said. “What are you doing?”

  “Kissing you,” he said, pulling me close again. I tried to fight it, but there was something seductive in Cedric's voice, his breath. I couldn't break away. Suddenly, as his tongue crept into my mouth, I knew I wanted him, and I wanted him bad. I didn't want to hurt Clyde, but I couldn't help myself. I felt myself growing wet down below, as Cedric's made their way across my breasts, groping and tweaking my nipples.

  “You know, I think you are unbelievably sexy,” Cedric said, continuing to fondle me. “I've always had a thing for girls like you.”

  “Big girls?” I whispered.

  “That's right.”

  Before I knew what was happening, we were both stripping our clothes off with frightening intensity. Cedric led me over to his king size bed, tossing me on with gentle force, his blonde ponytail swaying to and fro.

  “Turn around,” he said, spinning my onto my stomach, his hands still cupping my breasts. “I want to see your big, beautiful ass in the air as I make love to you.”

  Didn't Clyde say almost that exact same thing? I thought. But I guessed it didn't really matter now. I pressed my elbows against the silk sheets of the bed, my ass high in the air. I moved a hand down to my slit, which was already soaking wet. I could feel Cedric's hardness behind me, his manhood trailing over my ass, ready to enter me. I couldn't believe how much I wanted him now.

  “That's it,” Cedric said, kissing my back. “I want to see your perfect ass, just like that.”

  I pressed down against the bed, waiting. Finally, I felt him slide inside me, and I let out a gasp. I couldn't possibly come this quickly, could I? But as he began to thrust, making his way inside me, I knew it wouldn't be long. Air came whooshing out of my mouth in little spurts as the bed rocked, Cedric pounding away at my tender pussy. I thought of his blue eyes, looking me over, enjoying me for the woman I was, not what some businessman thought should be a picture in a magazine.

  My hands gripped the covers as we continued to rock and thrust, both of us moaning, my hot opening being attacked with tremendous force. I came again, nearly unable to believe the amount of pleasure I was feeling. I hoped nobody was able to hear my screams of passion.

  After nearly ten minutes, I whipped around, grabbing for Cedric's thick cock. I found it easily, working it into my mouth, sucking him all the way down to the balls as my own hand trailed over my clit. He was just as big as Clyde, although his rod had a rock star mystique all its own. I stared up at him as I continued to suck him off, and Cedric slapped me roug
hly on the ass as I blew him, another thing similar to Clyde's proclivities. But I didn't mind at all, allowing my ass to get raw and red as I took his member further and further into my mouth. Finally, I pulled him out, giving attention to his balls as I sucked and fondled them, listening to his soft moans. I grabbed him down onto the bed and crawled over him, feeling his tongue darting into my pussy as I continued to suck him off.

  His tongue darted in and out of me, lapping over my clit, and I came once more, my body shaking on top of his. I didn't think it was possible for Cedric's cock to get any stiffer, but I was proven wrong, as he continually got bigger and bigger inside my mouth. I couldn't believe what we were doing—it was so wrong, but it felt so right. I wanted to be here with him all night, fucking me until the sun came up. But it didn't exactly work out that way.

  About fifteen minutes into our sixty-nine session, the door to the suite came smashing open, and Clyde stood there, looking livid.

  I gasped, rolling off of Cedric, trying to cover myself with the sheets. Even Cedric, normally stoic, looked shocked, his mouth dropping open in a wide O.

  “What are you doing in here?” Cedric yelled. “You're not supposed to be in here!”

  “What the hell are you doing?” Clyde shouted back. “That's my girl, man!”

  “She wants to be with me!”

  “You asshole!”

  Clyde ran towards the bed, murder in his eyes.

  “Wait!” I yelled, throwing my naked body between them. I wrapped my arms around Clyde.

  “Listen, Clyde,” I said, wondering just what the hell I was going to say. “I love you. But I think Cedric is sexy too.” I moved my hand down to Clyde's crotch, massaging his manhood, while moving my other hand to Cedric's cock, gently stroking him. “Can't I have both of you?”

  Now it was Clyde's turn to look dumbfounded.

  “Both of us?” he asked.

  “That's right,” I said, smiling. I pulled Clyde down onto the bed, kissing him strongly, all while continuing to stroke Cedric. I pulled Clyde's shirt off his back, and grabbed my breasts, squeezing them firmly. Finally, I saw a smile growing on his face.

  “I could get down with that,” he said, grinning.

  “Good,” I said. “Because I want both of you for myself.”

  Then it was a whirlwind. I was kissing both of them, while stripping Clyde on the bed.

  “Here's how it's going to be,” I said. “Cedric, you can take me from behind. Clyde, I'll take care of you in the front.”

  Within seconds, Cedric was once again inside me, pounding away at my tender ass and slit. I pulled Clyde's cock from his jeans, marveling at the size, and took him into my mouth as Cedric fucked me. Clyde looked at me, then at Cedric, but he was smiling. His eyes rolled back up as I expertly swallowed him, and his hands found their way to my head.

  “It is true,” Clyde said, with a laugh. “Big girls give the best head.”

  I didn't respond, continuing to suck him off. We continued that way for a while, then I jumped on top of Clyde. I rode him, while Cedric's thick cock found its way into my mouth. My breasts flopped around as I moved up and down on Clyde's thick manhood. All our moans and cries mixed together as one, and I came again and again, feeling an insane pleasure I had never before experienced.

  “I want both of you to come,” I said. “I want to feel it inside me.”

  Clyde kept on fucking me, and Cedric pushed his rod deeper and deeper into my mouth. I could feel both of them about to come, and willed it to happen. Finally, Cedric came, his cock exploding into my mouth as I swallowed his sweet load. Clyde came moments later, filling my hot slit with his warm seed. I screamed at what felt like the top of my lungs, overwhelmed with happiness. Then, as quickly as the tryst had started, it was over. All three of us lay back down on the bed, cuddled up close to each other.

  “So, have you two boys worked it out?” I asked, as Clyde stroked my hair and Cedric rubbed his hand across my stomach.

  “I think so,” Clyde said. “I'm not angry anymore.”

  “Me neither,” replied Cedric. “It's tough being in Unholy Night sometimes. But it will be easier if we can share you.”

  “Of course,” I said, unable to believe my good luck. Yes, I was a big girl, but here I was in between two rock stars. “I'm looking forward to the rest of the tour. How about you guys?”

  They nodded in affirmation. I didn't know how things would work out with Clyde and Cedric, but I had never felt happier, and I knew that we were going to have even crazier, sexier times in the future. I couldn't wait. I closed my eyes, and drifted off into a happy sleep.

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  “Come on,” Miles said, after reclaiming the credit card he used to pay the bill. “Let's blow this Popsicle stand. My studio isn't far from here at all. I'm eager to show you.”

  “All right,” Sophie said, giggling. The idea of Miles taking photos of her was a little strange, but the alcohol had certainly opened her up to the idea. And besides, he was like family. It was really great to see him after so much time had passed. They walked together down the street, both of them a little unsteady, until Miles stopped them at an older-looking building. The windows on the side were tall and wide, and the place looked to be a series of converted old lofts.

  “Home sweet home,” Miles said, pulling out a large keyring and fumbling with the locks on the door. “At least for now. You'll dig it, I promise.”

  She followed him up several flights of stairs, to the point where she was nearly out of breath.

  “How much longer?” she asked, wondering how long it would take for one of her heels to break off and go careening down the staircase.

  “Just a little longer,” Miles replied. “It's good exercise, don't you know? Anyway, here we are.”

  They stopped behind a large metal door, and Miles once again fiddled with his keys to get it open. Finally they stepped inside. Sophie was impressed. The place was indeed a huge loft, with ceilings stretching up maybe twenty feet. There was a posh couch and entertainment system set up, and in the back, she could see cameras set up, and a canvas backing for taking photographs.

  “Is that your studio over there?” Sophie asked, pointing in its direction.

  “It is. Like I said, still makeshift at this point, but I've got most of the equipment I need. My results have been pretty good for the setup.”

  “It's a really great place,” Sophie said, honestly. “I wish you'd told me you were living in town sooner. We could have gotten together.”

  “Well, we're together now, aren't we?” Miles said, rubbing his hands together. “So what do you say? Are you willing to pose for me?”

  Sophie considered.

  “I don't know. What are you going to do with the photos?”

  “Nothing you don't want me to. We can decide that after they get developed, and you have a chance to look at them.”

  “All right,” Sophie said, with a laugh. “Why not? I'm always willing to show off my body. Even if it is only to you.”

  “Great!” Miles said, with a grin. “Let me get set up. We'll just take some establishing shots of you in that dress. Just get comfortable over there.”

  Still laughing, Sophie headed over to the studio, while Miles fiddled with the cameras. She practiced a variety of poses, leaning forward, pouting, all while wearing a big smile.

  “That's good,” Miles said. He flipped on the lights, and Sophie suddenly found herself bathed in their strong glow. “Okay, I'm just about ready. Let me get a shot of you just leaning back. Yeah, just like that.”

  Sophie leaned back, giggling, trying to strike her best model poses. The shutter clicked and the camera whirred.

  “Okay, great,” Miles said. “Now let's try one on your stomach. Yep, there you go. Okay, hold it while I adjust the aperture. Okay, excellent.”

  The camera continued to click. Sophie rolled around on the plus
h carpet, greatly enjoying herself. She kicked off her heels, splaying her feet up into the air.

  “You're a natural,” Miles said. “Have you done this before?”

  “No,” Sophie said. “Never.”

  “All right. I think I'm fully set up. Would you want to try some lingerie shots? I think you'd look great in this light.”

  “Well...” Sophie said, thinking hard. “All right. As long as they're tasteful.”

  “They're always tasteful,” Miles said.

  Sophie hesitated for a moment, then began to unzip her dress. Soon, it was crumbled in a pile on the floor, and she was standing there in just her bra and panties. She had always felt very comfortable with her body, but she had to admit it was strange having Miles there.

  “Wow,” Miles said, admiring her. “You look great. I think the camera is really going to accentuate your curves.”

  “You really think so?”

  “Definitely. Can you lean back a little, give me a pouty face? That's it. Oh, that's excellent.”

  The camera continued to click, and all of Sophie's self consciousness melted away. She arched her legs up into the air, pressing her ample breasts out in front of her, while Miles continued to shoot.”

  “You know what?” Sophie said, after a few minutes more of shooting. “How about we get down to the real thing.” Before she even knew what she was doing, she had stripped off her bra and panties, standing before Miles nakedly. Miles brought his head up from the camera.

  “Wow, Sophie. I didn't know you had it in you. Are you sure?”

  “Sure as can be,” Sophie said, laughing. “Let's get some real tasteful nude pics.”

  She lay down on the carpet, as the camera flashed, the hot lights beating down on her. She couldn't ever remember feeling this sexy. Miles was staring at her in a way that was very far from fatherly.