by Q. Zayne
My eyes followed them back and forth. I could smell my pussy on those soaked panties.
“These looked like an offer to me. Am I right?”
I shuffled my feet, looking down at my toes. I’d painted flames on my toenails in three colors of polish for their concert, but it was too dark to see them. This couldn’t really be happening, not to a girl like me. I realized he was waiting for me to answer.
“I wanted to get your attention. It’s my birthday.”
“Happy birthday. What’s your name?” His sweet, deep voice was just for me.
“Callie.”
He hummed and the rest of them joined in. Then he opened his mouth. His eye teeth flashed.
The BBs sang Happy Birthday to me. It was the sweetest thing that ever happened in my life. I could have floated up and touched the plush ceiling of their bus. Oh Jet!
The notes died away yet a musical resonance seemed to come off of them all in waves. The guys in the band ranged from tall and wiry to broad-chested and muscular, their strong arms and chests shining.
Jet leaned near, I teetered and almost backed away. Would he take a bite out of me? I trembled on my platforms.
He kissed me, a sweet, slow kiss like the best dream I’d ever had of a man wanting me. Oh, so, so good.
He gripped my hair in his spider hand and I a jolt rocked my backbone as he spoke in my ear.
“You gave me an invitation. When you invite me, you invite them, too.” His long fingers gestured to the rest of the band. Three grins flashed at me from his band mates. “So you’re here to take us all, right?”
I nodded, shaking.
His long fingers ran through my hair, making me shiver. “Get ready, baby. You’re going to pay for your backstage pass with your gorgeous, curvy body. We want to get inside all your sweetness. And we’re going to take you hard, share you all the way.”
His words ignited me. No one had ever talked to me like that before.
One of the guys reached into a panel in the wall, pressed a button. The song came on. Their hit, Baby Wants the Band.
“Oh, yeah.” I tapped my foot and swayed my wide hips to the beat, my big breasts shaking. I lost my inhibitions about my body in how much I loved that song.
The BBs topped the charts with Baby and the Band. I sang it in my head as the rest of the band drew closer to me: Clark the drummer, Trey, backup vocals and keyboard, Zak, electric guitar, Jet, lead singer. In the song they shared a girl, all doing her together. Of course I’d fantasized about it, fantasized about them, all of them, Jet the most, but I never thought —.
They sang to me. It was better than I ever imagined, the four of them so close I felt their bodies, felt the song vibrating through me. Jet’s arm came around me and his big hand spread to support the small of my back. My knees went weak.
“Baby spreads her legs
That’s the way to go for her boy band
Baby wants to please the band
Please us all with all she’s got.
She’s going all the way for all of us
Because we like to share —
Baby’s sweet and open
She wants us all.
Baby’s ready for what she’s gonna to get
Gonna get it hard from every one of us,
All together and all the way
Open up baby,
Baby wants the boy band.
I swayed and shimmed with their bodies pressing against me as their song melted away, leaving me hot and wanting them.
“Check out the size of these!” Clark squeezed my tits, milking them with his black hands. He bent and flicked his pink tongue back and forth between my nipples, squeezing my tits closer together, trying to get both nipples in his wide mouth but my breasts were too firm for that. He was rougher than I expected. His sudden moves startled me, but I panted with excitement.
Clark brandished his drumsticks.
“I’m going to make some rhythms on these happy pillows.” He started drumming on my tits. It stung and made my nipples hard. I flinched, but I didn’t want him to stop. All the times I’d watched his hands on those drumsticks, flying on his drum set, now he was making those rhythms on me, beating my tits with his drumsticks, making music on my body. I stood in front of him, open-mouthed, just taking him treating me as a human drum. I teetered on my platforms. Trey and Zak stepped closer, supporting me on each side, watching my tits shake with Clark’s drumming.
“Let’s see what her ass sounds like.” Jet. His voice caressed me soft and smooth but it carried over the drumbeats.
Clark did a crescendo of hits on my nipples and I felt like I was about to explode. He stopped and I missed it. I bit my lip. I felt embarrassed by how much I liked it, how much I wanted him to continue, how much I wanted all of them.
Trey and Zak, more wiry than beefy, felt super strong as they picked up me and carried me to the huge bed. I pictured them all on it together and wondered if groupies weren’t all they liked to share. I loved it that they focused all their attention on me. They all had major bulges in their pants.
Unbelievable. All the Bad Boys had boners for me. I would have expected them to want some skinny girl.
They way they lifted me and put me on the bed where they wanted me, they weren’t afraid of my weight, my size, or anything about my body.
All those sexy, long-fingered hands turned me over. Someone unzipped my skirt and they pulled it down and off of me, peeling me naked and groping me with their hot hands. So many talented hands! Wow, musicians had to be the best lovers in the world! I felt bliss at their touch. They went from making music to making me! They got me naked on fresh white sheets.
I felt sexy, maybe for the first time ever, with the eyes of those hot guys feasting on me; I felt sexy.
Clark started drumming on my ass.
Clark of the BBs was doing a drum solo on my ass! Some birthday spanking. Only no one would believe me if I dared to tell anyone. Would Charmaine and Nita believe it? Even I didn’t believe it!
His rhythms shot right through me, making my bud swell. I was so hot I could hardly stand it. I smelled my arousal mingled with their lust and leather. One of them started slapping my shoulders and down my back, beating on me in time with Clark’s drumsticks. Another guy slapped on my thighs as though they were bongo drums. My thighs were just the right size for this. The slaps stung, but it felt sexy as hell being played by my favorite band.
A strong hand wrapped itself in my hair, raised my face. Jet. I looked into his eyes. He was right there. He—he kissed me. My eyes crossed, his face came in so fast. He took my mouth, bit my lips, feasted on me.
He’d always reminded me of a vampire, and he kissed the way I imagined a vampire would kiss, with his teeth taking me.
He plunged his tongue between my lips and made me gasp, a jolt of lust ripping through me and making my body buck. A couple of the other guys whooped as I arched and released, their hands still beating on me, Clark’s drumsticks tat tat tatting on my ass. So fucking hot I was out of my mind for all of them.
Jet’s thumbs caressed my face, his hands wrapped around my skull like I was some precious artifact.
He unzipped and I saw the rest of his tantalizing pubes, and his really big snake. I registered the wide, dark purple head, the drop of juice at his piss slit. He rubbed it over my lips like lip gloss. I licked his silky pre cum off my mouth. Sweet, so sweet. And his pubes shined jet black like his famous hair.
I felt so excited I could barely breathe. I stared up at him.
He fed it to me. Jet held my hair and fed me his cock.
“No teeth baby, cover your lips.” He showed me with his sexy mouth how to pull my lips over my teeth.
Wow, Jet was teaching me how to blow his cock. Amazing. I did as he wanted and opened up with my teeth covered. He fed it to me. His cock kept sliding in, inch by thick inch, until I choked and then still more! I did my best to take it, choking and gagging.
He didn’t stop, just plugged it all the way in, pushing down my th
roat, stroking my hair and crooning to me so sweet all I wanted to do was to take it all and make him happy.
I did it. I did deep throat for the first time.
He pumped in my throat, easy at first. His excitement made his cock thicken and twitch, his strokes grew frenzied. He grabbed my hair with both hands and fucking wildly at my face. I gasped for breath when he pulled back, going lightheaded from the fast, hard face-fuck. His band mates drummed on me through it all.
He pulled out. I missed having his cock in my mouth, but my jaw felt sore and breathing freely felt good.
His stubble rasped my ear. I felt his lips, a flick of his tongue, a nip from his teeth.
“Treat me right, baby. I want you to take us all. You agreed, right?” His eyes glowed red.
“Yes.” Chills went through me.
The others stopped drumming. He rolled me over. He mounted me and kissed me again. Dreamy, soft kisses on my face, my eyelids, my lips. Then ravenous, like the hungry wolf in one of their first songs.
He took me into the darkness and showed me the light. I held onto him, half afraid it was some prank and they might stop and make fun of me, but it was real. He really wanted me, he kissed me with total passion.
I surrendered, accepting his tongue, his hands exploring me between the legs. I finally kissed him back with all the desire I felt, all the longing to be claimed by him, to have the fulfillment I knew he could give me.
Hands spread my legs wider. Jet leaped up and skinned off his leather pants, his magnificent cock rampant. It stood out so hard the veins looked thick and the whole thing shined from the skin pulled so tight. He wanted me all right.
He mounted me and slid the head up and down my wet pussy.
“Ready, baby, ready to take it hard and deep?”
“Yes, oh yes.”
He grinned that feral grin and pushed.
“Oh.” He stopped. “You’re a virgin.”
I blushed. “Yes.”
He searched my face. “You’re sure about this?”
“Yes.”
He held me and pushed hard. I was so wet it didn’t hurt too much. An amazing feeling of being stretched and filled by the man I wanted most in the whole world! I had the whole band holding me and making me feel good, I wanted all of them. Baby and the band, oh yeah.
He pushed deep and thrust slow at first, looking into my face. It felt amazing and intimate and wonderful, and I didn’t want it to ever stop. Yes, Jet of the BBs popped my cherry. Wow.
I wasn’t a virgin any more. My legs shook. I felt grateful for the other guys squeezing my tits and holding me down for Jet’s ride.
He fucked me, really fucked me, hard and deep and good. I lost track of the other guys with their hands milking my tits, thumbs taking turns at my clit, a finger teasing my asshole, spreading my legs wider.
The rest of the guys pulled out their cocks and took turns in my mouth. I responded to all of them, and Jet the most, I needed him so bad. Baby and the band. I heard the song the whole time, arching under him, fucking him back, my whole body bouncing in time to his beat. He fucked his music up me, right up my untried virgin cunt and I loved it. I wanted it to go on forever, me in Jet’s arms with his big bare cock up me as deep as it would go.
He moaned and arched back, driving so deep I felt it touching me way inside! He growled, baring his teeth, as he shot his cum inside me. I came as he jizzed.
His pleasure and his cum was all I needed, I felt so fulfilled from him taking me. He held me in his arms and rolled me on top of him, spread my ass.
“Come and get it, you buggers!” he called.
Clark mounted me.
I felt so glad to hear him squeezing lube onto his huge erection. I yelled as the thick head of his black cock pushed into my virgin ass. I wasn’t ready, no way to be ready, but I agreed to pay for my backstage pass. My surrender pleased Jet, that’s what counted. He squeezed me close while the big Black guy fucked my ass, giving me such friction and strange sensations, all I could do was wriggle and moan. A few tears slipped down my face onto Jet’s strong leg. I held onto Jet for courage as Clark’s pumping got harder.
I heard Clark’s moans of pleasure. He was so hot for me, I couldn’t believe it. But the way he wrapped his arms around me and held me as he pushed sweet and deep up my butt. Wow. So amazing. He kept on rocking me, taking my inexperienced ass deep and hard.
“Oh oh oh!” I never knew I’d like that, but I did.
“That’s it white girl! Sing it, birthday girl! You show the guys how much you love being reamed by my big black cock!” Clark held me tight and shot right up my ass.
I took a deep breath, gasped as Clark withdrew his thick meat. Wow. I’d just been ass banged by the BB’s big black drummer. Fuck.
Trey followed him. His talented hands milked my big tits and grabbed my hips. He pulled me back on his long, hard cock, impaling me with a long, slow stroke that made me feel every inch of his super long dick. His cock matched his lean, wiry, long body. Oh. It felt like he was trying to push that big thing all the way up to my heart. My ass felt so slippery from lube and cum, it was easier to take him than Clark’s too-thick big black cock.
Zak grabbed my hair and turned my face to the side, fed me his thick cock.
My lips and jaws stretched to take it. My mouth watered on his musky, salty flesh. He took me hard, more impatient than Jet had been; my second deep-throat face-fuck was rougher than the first. I gagged and choked. At least his cock wasn’t as long as Jet’s. He pumped at my face, pulling my hair, giving me a deep, hard skull-fuck while Trey went wild and started pounding my ass. Oh fuck, oh fuck.
Jet slid his fingers along my pussy and teased my clit. It was too much. He knew just how to get me hot, just how to get me off. I lost control with all of them working me over, especially Jet’s magic fingers. He thrust two fingers up my pussy, still working my clit, and I came with all of them sharing me.
Yes, baby wants the band. All of them, yes.
Zak filled my mouth and Trey filled my ass. I felt Clark’s big hands joining Jet’s as my pussy gushed. My whole body shuddered. The boys whooped as I came hard with my mouth and ass and cunt full of the bad boy band.
Jet held me close as my shudders subsided. Zak kissed my forehead and Trey kissed the back of my neck. Clark gave my breasts a sweet final squeeze. The hot rockers slipped off of me, coming to rest on the big bed, all sighing in contentment.
Wow, I did it. I took all of the BBs, the whole band. So sweet to feel Jet’s arms around me, his lips at my ear.
“I’ll come back for you, baby.” He whispered into my ear, his words for me only. The straight black hair I had so many pics of caressed my face and shoulder. It was the kind of moment that seemed so perfect it was like life should stop right there.
I wanted to believe him.
It was my 19th birthday and I wanted with all my heart to believe that Jet, the lead singer of the Bad Boys was going to come back for me. I wasn’t sure I did believe that. But right then, in his arms, with the rest of the guys resting around us, I’d just had the best birthday of my life, and that was enough. I’d had the mouths and hands and cocks of the hottest band in the world all over my curvy body. I got filled with their cum. That was more than most girls ever got from their favorite band. I lay there leaking bad boy sperm, totally blissed out.
But damn, yeah, I hoped he’d come back. Jet. And his band, too. Hell, yeah. Baby wants the band.
The End
Shrinks
Curvy Brie’s First Treatment
by Q. Zayne
The Interview
MY HANDS FELT SLICK. I wiped them on the back of my sweater, hoping there wasn’t a security camera. I opened the door to the psych lab. I was early for the interview, so I had time to duck into the restroom. Walking down the white corridor without bouncing increased my confidence.
The restroom was unoccupied. Relieved, I checked my soft pink lipstick and made sure I looked alright. I wore a new bra that helped compr
ess my large breasts. Too often when I wanted to be taken seriously, I noticed men’s eyes continuously checking out my top. Even with firm support and the compression making them slightly smaller, they were big. I’d opted for a conservative black twin set and pearls with matching slacks, nothing like the artsy outfits I usually wore.
The new glasses with slim, black rectangular frames looked current yet scholarly. Pink button earrings helped offset the severity of the black and pearl ensemble. I wanted to impress Dr. Lorenzo and his colleagues. I needed to impress them. The odds of getting a scholarship were low, but faculty support could help, and the stipend for the study would help cover my tuition.
I smoothed my dark waves. On impulse, I wound my hair into a bun and got it to stay with a scrunchy and pins from the bottom of my briefcase. There, much more serious. Being young seemed to count against me everywhere, too. Having a baby face didn’t help, and I was one of those big girls who got a lot of ‘you have such a pretty face,’ with an explicit or implied suggestion to lose weight.
I learned the all-one-color dressing trick early. My Mom was so embarrassed by me, she stuck me in tent dresses for years. Good timing for me, plus-size models and actresses blazed trails into terrain usually off limits to big women: lingerie spreads and swimsuit modeling, romantic roles. As soon as I could buy my own clothes, I created my own style. At night, I doodled ideas for fashion in my size, but my main passion was psychological research.
I fastened a clip to make sure the bun stayed secure and hustled out of there on sensible heels. Also not my style. I liked killer fuck-me shoes, but that wasn’t that I needed for this interview. Probably, not anyway. Doctor Lorenzo was a hunk, it showed even in the lab coats and suit jackets he wore on campus. Still, I was doing my best to dress to impress, as a someday-professional, not as a sex object. Though in private, if the delicious doctor with the sexy espresso eyes ever took a personal interest, I’d be severely tempted.
Rushing to his office, I rounded the corner and slammed right into him. Him. Doctor Lorenzo, right there, blinking at me with those deep eyes as though he’d been lost in thought. I ran into him so hard I rebounded against the wall. He reached out and grabbed my arm. Even through two layers of knit, his touch felt hot.
