by Ariel Song
Taken by the Rockstar
By Ariel Song
Copyright2014Ariel Song - All Rights Reserved
Published byAriel Song
This book is a work of fiction. All characters are products of the author's imagination and any resemblance to your actual life is awesome, and purely co-incidental.
Ariel Song
There’s a newsletter only for Kindle Unlimited subscribers.
Unlimited Erotica is the best place to find stories that you can borrow - the kind of stories that are so hot your device will melt. Steamy short stories of people fucking hard, coming hard, and living happily ever after.
Unlimited Erotica at your finger tips - all free to borrow with Kindle Unlimited.
Click here to sign up - You’ll thank me later.
Warning: This story contains hot, steamy sex. Reader discretion is advised.
Search for Ariel Song to find more stories like this one!
What’s this story about?
Jessica is an untouched big beautiful girl, and she’s going to see her favourite boy band live, and it’s amazing. After the show, they invite her back stage. She’s ecstatic.
In the green room, she finds the two leading alpha male singers. They tell her that she was the most beautiful girl in the audience, and that’s why they invited her back.
But they don’t just want to pay her compliments. They both want to fuck her, at the same time.
All her dreams come true.
My parents were always so unbelievably lame about this sort of thing. They didn't like me going to parties. They didn't want me staying out late, or going to see movies with boys. They hadn't stopped me from doing everything fun. I'd managed to spend a few nights out with boys, pretending I was doing something else. But this kind of thing was everything they hated. I was going to a rock concert.
That's what happens when my favorite band is playing in town. I knew I might never get another chance to see them. And not seeing them wasn't really an option. The Dandy Lions were the best two man act ever. Jory and Kyle. Both super hot. Both knew how to play music, and write it. I'd spent so many evenings just lying in bed, listening to their music. Looking at their facebook and twitter posts. Watching their music videos. Just imagining what it would be like to meet them. Talk to them. I didn't expect I'd actually be able to do that, but even seeing them would be a dream come true.
I was going to go with my best friend, Samantha. We were both going to say we were sleeping at the other's house, and then bus into town.
Getting ready was going to be tricky. I had to dress for a rock concert, but I had to look like I was dressed for a night at Samantha's. We'd gone shopping the other week to buy outfits, and I'd made my decision with being sneaky in mind.
I slipped on that tight, short, revealing black dress. It wasn't me. It wasn't the person my parent's knew, or my friends knew, but it still felt right. It was the me who I'd be if I didn't have to care what anyone thought. If I could just wear whatever I wanted all the time, I'd wear that thin black dress all the time. You could see the exact shape of my boobs and my ass. And I think I looked hot.
I pulled some sweatpants on over top of it, and a baggy tee shirt. I put on a terrible hoodie and I looked like I was ready to spend an evening in, watching a movie or something. I put on some make-up. Cover up, and more mascara than usual. I tried to imagine what Jory would like. He'd probably like thick eye liner, and a half-shaven head. But I couldn't go that far.
I threw my make-up into my bag, in case I got a chance to throw some more on later. My phone started to buzz, and I grabbed it. It was Samantha. My heart sunk. "Hey" I answered.
"Hey Jessica,” she said. Her voice was nasally. I knew what was wrong immediately.
"What's up?"
"I'm sick."
"No fucking way."
"I know," she said. "I actually just vomited for fifteen minutes. I have to go back to bed."
"Damn," I said. "But it's the Dandy Lions!"
"I know," she said. "I know. But if I go I'm just going to die. I seriously have never felt worse."
"That is terrible."
"You better still go though. Take pictures for me, alright?"
"Okay," I said. "I will."
"You better have a blast."
"Don't worry, I said. I'm about to see Jory in real life. And Kyle. I'm sure I'll be okay."
She laughed, but then the laugh turned into coughing.
"Talk to you later," I said.
"Bye."
And then I hung up. My lie had just gotten a fair bit more severe. But I didn't care. I said goodbye to my parents and walked out the front door. I got onto a bus, and the next thing I knew I was in town.
I pulled off my pants and hoodie on the walk to the show. It was an actual legit show. They used to always perform in people's back yards, but now they were mainstream enough to play at actual venues. Not big ones - this one sat around 150 - but still legit places with tickets and stuff. I stuffed my extra clothes into my bag. I think I looked damn fine in that dress.
I got to the venue, gave some guy my ticket, and then I was in. The opening act had started, and it was terrible. But I sat there, so eager. I was in the same building as them. I'd be able to look at them in no time. My seat was near the back, and I stayed there, but I knew there was going to be a mosh pit up front. And I knew I was going to end up in it. I was actually getting wet already.
Eventually, the lights went down. The whole room got silent. The whole place was pitch dark, and I thought I heard something moving on the stage. Then it started.
It was sudden. Kyle strummed his the first note of their song, "You Don't Understand Me," and it was loud. Like, ten times louder than the opening act had been. The stage lit up in an instant, and then I could see them both.
Kyle had slightly longer hair, and he was a bit shorter. His hair fell into his face now and then, and he had to flick it back out. Jory was more preppy. He had short hair, and he wore a button up shirt and a tie.
They pumped out the opening riff to the song like a pair of gods, then they stepped up to the mics, stopped playing, and sung the first verse, a cappella.
The whole crowd was clapping the beat immediately. I jumped out of my chair. I wasn't going to stay this far away from them - the boys I was in love with even if I didn't like to actually admit it. I ran up to the very front. I swear Jory looked down at me and smiled, a glint in his eye.
The stage wasn't very big. They were only a foot or two higher than me. And only a few feet away. I was so close. People started to crowd all around me as they got to the bridge, singing along.
The show was intense. They played all my favorite songs. I got hot at the front there, but my dress was small. And the occasional glimpse from either of them made it all worth while. They'd smile at me. I think Kyle winked at me. I forgot about everything in my life. I forgot about lying to my parents. I forgot about taking pictures for sick Samantha. All I could think about was the music. And the feeling. The feeling of the crowd swaying to the ballads, and dancing to the fast songs. Singing along to the favorites.
I thought I saw something weird at one point. I saw Kyle look at Jory, then nod his head towards me. Jory looked at me, then back at Kyle, then he nodded.
A little bit after that, while Jory spoke in his dream voice, Kyle grabbed something. Then he leaned forwards off the stage and handed it to me. It was one of those cloth necklace things, with a little bit of laminated paper at the bottom. And on that paper were the words 'Backstage Pass'.
My mind was blown. I was incredibly wet in an instant. They wanted me to come backstage after the show. I s
pent the rest of the show screaming my brains out. I didn't see them give anyone the same pass that they'd given me.
All the girls in the crowd screamed for them. They could have picked anyone.
After one incredible encore, the lights came up and the show was over. Everyone started leaving, but I didn't. I walked up to the security guard, showed him my pass, and he let me backstage. He even held the door open for me. "They're probably in the green room," he said in a husky voice.
The hallway was lit with bright fluorescent lights. There was a giant mirror on the wall. I looked at it, fixed my hair, and told myself that I looked good. Then I started walking down the hall.
I could hear their voices. Just talking. To each other. The door to the room they were in was slightly ajar, so I gave it a push and stepped in. They both looked up at me right away.
Jory was lying on the couch, and Kyle was fixing his hair in the mirror. They both looked very relaxed compared to how they'd been on stage. Top layers had been shed, and buttons were undone.
"Hey," said Jory.
"Sup," said Kyle.
I didn't say anything. I couldn't talk. They'd both just spoken to me. For real. Samantha would be dying right about now.
Kyle walked up to me and placed his hand on my hip. He stood close and asked, "How did you like the show?"
"It was amazing," I said instantly. "Best show I've ever seen."
"I'm really glad you liked it," said Jory, getting up off the couch. It was a huge couch. Looked very comfortable.
Then no one said anything for a moment. Kyle's hand was still on my hip. "I can't believe this is happening," I said. "Why did you guys even invite me back here?"
"Because," said Jory, "you were the cutest girl in the audience."
I blushed. He did not just say that.
"Yeah," said Kyle. "Sometimes we can't decide, but this time it was obvious. No question."
Jory walked up to me and stood about as close as Kyle. "So," he said, "I don't want to come on too strong, but sometimes we do some pretty crazy stuff with fans."
I just stared at him and tried not to smile too hard. Kyle tightened his grip around my waist just a bit.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You know," said Kyle. "We like to have a good time. We have fans that want to help us with that."
"You're not being very-"
His lips hit mine. They were warm and soft. A second later my hands were around his face, holding him close. I'd thought about this so many times, but I never thought it could actually happen."
Both his arms were firmly around my midsection, but then I felt another hand. Grabbing my ass. Hard. Through my thin black dress.
Next thing I knew there was another pair of lips on me. From behind. Jory started kissing my neck while I made out with Kyle. Jory pressed his body against me from behind, and I could feel how well built he was. Slowly I could feel him growing against me. I pressed against Kyle and I could feel his manhood as well.
Then suddenly Kyle pulled away. As Jory continued to kiss and nibble at my neck, Kyle just looked me in the eyes. He had such an incredibly handsome face. "So," he said, "is that the kind of thing you'd be interested in?"
He still wasn't being specific, but then I watched as his hand went down and started to unbutton his pants. He pulled down the zipper, and out came his dick.
It was rock hard already. He smiled at me, proud of its size. Then I felt Jory's hands on my shoulders, pressing me down. I knew what I was supposed to do.
I got down on my knees, wrapped my little hand around Kyle's dick, wrapped my lips around the head, and went at it. He tasted good. I couldn't even believe this was happening.
Then I looked up. Jory was kissing Kyle. That just made it so much better. I was soaking wet underneath my panties, and I could tell how much Kyle was enjoying himself.
"Alright," said Jory, "that's enough of that." He grabbed my hair and the back and pulled me off of Kyle. "On to the couch. Take off those panties."
Kyle got to the couch first and lay down. His cock was there, ready to be ridden. The couch was wide enough for that kind of thing.
I didn't hesitate for a second. My panties hit the ground, and then one leg flew to the other side of Kyle. I guided him towards me, needing no warm up, and slowly moved downwards. I could feel his cock parting my pussy lips. I could feel him filling me up inside. He was warm. I was wet. He fit inside perfectly.
His face was filled with pleasure. He was very expressive - on stage and off - and I could tell that he was enjoying this just as much as me. Maybe rock stars imagine having sex with fans as much as fans imagine having sex with them.
I got so into the rhythm that I hardly noticed Jory slipping on a condom, and then covering it with lube. I noticed when he got on the couch behind me though. When his hands wrapped around my hips, tightly. For a moment I was confused about what he was going to do. I stopped bobbing up and down. I leaned forward. And then he slowly inserted himself into my ass.
As he got inside, I couldn't stay quiet any more. I let out a moan that was probably heard by anyone still left in the audience.
Then he started to thrust. I tried to get back to bobbing up and down for Kyle, but I was almost incapable of doing anything. I was having too much fun.
I could feel Jory's cock throbbing inside me, pressing against Kyle's. I could feel both of them enjoying themselves, enjoying taking me. Jory continued to thrust, I continued to moan and squeeze Kyle's dick, moving up and down whenever I had the strength.
Then it slowly started to build. Inside I could feel that all the right spots were being hit. I wasn't going to last. Jory started to breath heavily, and I could feel him getting bigger, filling my ass even more. Kyle was starting to moan a little himself. But I was the loudest of the three of us.
Then I felt it happen. Kyle started to finish. He began thrusting up into me, and his cock bulged to far larger than when it had been in my mouth. I could feel it reaching its pinnacle, and then beginning to pump. He cum was warm, and I felt it inside me.
Him throbbing cock was also felt in my ass, where Jory was. I guess it felt as good for him as it did for me and Kyle. His rhythm got a bit worse, as the pleasure took away control from him. Then he did the same as Kyle, finishing deep into my ass, pumping me full of his cum.
I collapsed onto Kyle, and Jory collapsed onto me. The three of us lay there, a hot orgasmic pile, for a while. Shivers ran up and down my body. I was in heaven.
Eventually Jory pulled out of me, and I hopped off of Kyle. Jory cleaned up a bit in the bathroom, and then I went. I had to wipe Kyle's cum out of me. I'd dreamed of needing to do that so many time. I stayed in the bathroom for a minute extra. I looked myself in the mirror.
At some point, Kyle had pulled my dress down so my boobs were out. Jory pulling my hair had completely wrecked my updo. And there was something drying onto my dress that could maybe pass as toothpaste, but I knew that it wasn't. It was someone's cum.
I looked at myself, and I thought about how I was the kind of girl that rock stars wanted to fuck. I was the girl they'd given a backstage pass to, and they'd done that because they agreed that I was the one they wanted to have sex with. I had a body hot enough that I got to see them naked. I'd had them in every hole. And I felt fantastic.
When I walked back into the green room, they were both fully dressed again. I picked my panties up off the floor and put them back on under my dress. They were just talking about something. Band-related.
"So," said Jory, "which part of the show did you like better? Public or private?"
My knees were weak. "Private," I said. "Definitely private."
"Me too," said Kyle. "You felt so good. So tight inside."
I blushed.
"It's true," said Jory. "I know I was somewhere else, but damn you have an amazing body."
"I almost wish we could, like, bring you on the rest of the tour."
My brain exploded. The rest of the tour?! They were going to eve
ry big city in the country! But then I remembered that my parents wouldn't even let me go to a movie with a boy. I remembered that Samantha was going to be super bummed no matter how few details I told her. And that I just lived an ordinary life. I had other things to do. "I don't think I can do that," I said.
"Of course," said Jory, "We'd never ask you to."
"But," said Kyle, "If we ever come back here, I hope to see you in the front row again."
"And then I hope to see you on that couch again," said Jory.
I sighed. "I hope so too. That was the hottest thing that ever happened to me."
