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Author’s note: I’ll admit, I’m not a huge fan of metal or the Butcher Babies. Actually, I hadn’t heard of them before a week or so ago, but the short version is this: they’re a metal band led by two women who (used to) perform wearing nothing but electrical tape on their nipples. They don’t do it so much now, as I understand it, but you can still find plenty of images and video of when they did, and they’re pretty freaking hot.

That being said, I don’t know much about metal, but I always wanted to write a story about hard rock chicks doing dirty stuff during a live performance, and Butcher Babies seemed like a good place to start from and run with. I know, the Plasmatics did it first, and Rockbitch did something similar, but Butcher Babies is more current for my tastes, so there you go.

On a final note, I wanted to ask: are people not enjoying my stories as they used to? My last couple of submissions haven’t rated as high or with as many comments as I’d hoped, and I’m wondering if it’s cause I didn’t throw in more extreme stuff. This story does have some watersports in it, but it’s not a huge section and can be skimmed over (it’s towards the end), and the last couple of stories didn’t call for it. I know I’ve got a rep for writing extreme stories, but I do also want to write what I feel like, even if it doesn’t reach so far into depravity. There’s only so many times I can ring the same bells in one go.

Anyway, please let me know what you think. I write better with feedback, and am more likely to keep submitting if you do.


It was just two weeks after the female-fronted metal band Butcher Babies ended their nationwide tour opening for Marilyn Manson. The tour had been a huge success—on the surface, at least. True, most of the venues had had either sold out or come very close to the mark, but partway into the tour it became obvious that most of the concert-goers were there to see the famed Manson moreso than the Butcher Babies. Though they had gained notoriety and a loyal following of fans due in part to their music and in part to their near-naked live performances when they were first starting out, their popularity had begun to wane over the past few months when they signed on to a record label and stopped performing in just fishnet stockings, studded leather panties, and electrical tape over their nipples. The change hadn’t been a voluntary decision by the band, but rather “persuaded” to it by the record label. Though they had accepted to change their performance delivery, they weren’t happy about it, and clearly their fans weren’t either.

This was how Carla Harvey and Heidi Shepherd, the two lead vocalists for the band, found themselves sitting in their manager Dave Aguilera’s office in a long discussion on trying to figure out how to get their audience back, and even increase it tenfold. The rest of the band was in a practice session, held elsewhere so the din of the instruments wouldn’t disturb them. The guys knew that what and how the band chose to promote themselves relied solely on the ladies and so left them to it, waiting to hear from them when a plan was made.

“This fucking sucks,” Carla was saying, taking a drag from her cigarette and blowing the smoke through her nose. “We finally get a record deal, go on tour with Marilyn fucking Manson, and now everybody’s jumping ship because we won’t show our tits onstage? I mean, what the fuck?”

“Well, okay, not everybody’s leaving,” Heidi amended. “But still, we definitely aren’t getting as many people as we used to, or could be. The last few shows people were coming in the door just as we were finishing our set, so they definitely weren’t into us.”

“At least that’s better than half the people who WERE there and saw us from the top,” Carla countered. “Some of them were booing us so loudly I could hear them over Hank’s guitar and Chris’s drums. And did you see the arguments they were getting into with the people that were cheering for us? I thought a riot was going to break out a couple of times.”

“I thought once we got a record label and went on tour as an opener we’d get more of a draw,” Heidi said to Dave, who had been listening patiently to their grievances about their situation.

“Trust me, it’s not anything you’re doing that’s keeping that from happening,” Dave said supportively. “You girls and the guys have been great up there. Honestly, though, I think it’s something you’re not doing.” At the girls’ bemused expressions, he pulled up a webpage on his iPad and read the following: “‘When girls are perceived as sexual or outspoken, they get labeled sluts, but we embrace those qualities and bring them to our music as well. Butcher Babies is true slut metal: We’re doing what we want, how we want.’ Those were your words, Heidi.”

“I know that,” Heidi said, rolling her eyes. “But I said that a long while ago, when we were just starting. And the record label told us they didn’t want us doing that kind of performance anymore, remember?”

“Of course I do,” Dave said, nodding. “But think about it. When you guys first came out, you were over-the-top and balls-to-the-wall with how you expressed yourselves. You made a name for yourselves as being ‘slut metal,’ and you stuck by it. Really, you two set the bar high for yourselves—and now you’re not meeting that expectation anymore. People want to see you bare it and tear it, and even though you’ve got the tearing part of it down, you’re not giving them everything they’re paying for.”

“Well, hell, it’s not like we asked to change our style,” Carla groused. “We were perfectly happy doing what we were doing. It was working for us…and we really were sticking up for ourselves and who we wanted to be.” Heidi nodded in agreement.

“And that’s the other part of it,” Dave said. “You guys aren’t happy with how the label is jerking you around with this, either. You aren’t doing what you want or how you want it.”

“So what, you think we should just quit with the label?” Heidi asked skeptically.

“Not at all.” Dave shook his head. “You guys only signed on in the last year, bailing out like this so soon would definitely put a stain on your reputation to other labels if you wanted to sign with them. No, I think you guys should stick with the label…BUT, also go back to how you want to perform and promote yourselves.”

“No way, they’d give us the boot as soon as they heard about it!” Carla protested.

“Not if you can prove that your way works out for them, both financially and in branding,” Dave said. “Look, you guys used to turn it up to eleven with your shows, with the nipple tape and the blood and all of that. You loved it, the fans loved it, it was win-win. I’m saying, what you need to do is go back out there and crank it up past eleven. Really show the people what it means to be ‘slut metal.’ And I’ve got a few suggestions on how to do it, if you’re interested.”

Both girls were silent, thinking about their manager’s words for a long two minutes. They looked at each other, sharing a silent communication. Carla raised her eyebrows, and Heidi seemed to consider further for a moment before giving a slight nod, the corners of her mouth turning up in a small smile.

They turned back to Dave. “What did you have in mind?” Carla asked.


A few months later, the Butcher Babies announced a live show at a venue in their hometown of Los Angeles, marked with the news that they would be performing all-new songs as their setlist. It was a medium-sized venue, bigger than what they started out with years ago, but not as big as what they had been playing at while on tour. It seemed like a good place to reveal their new (in a manner of speaking) direction, and hopefully not only regain and increase their former level of recognition from the fans, but also show the record label how profitable they could be to them while sticking to their own attitudes performance-wise. Dave’s initial suggestions had spawned many more ideas from all of the band members, with the present result being a combination of everyone’s. Of course they hadn’t told the label what exactly they had planned; hell, they had even fudged the tiny matter of what the content of their new songs would be about. Still, artistic pride and license had pushed them forward in spite of the significant risk, and they were ready to lay it all on the line. And if all else failed, at least they would go out in epic fashion with what they had lined up.

It was a good turnout; most of the space was filled with a mixture of fans and newcomers, all ready and eager to see what the Butcher Babies had in store for them. As they would soon find out, they were not to be disappointed in the least.

The lights dimmed and the raised stage lit up, illuminating the male members of the band as they started to play. The crowd cheered as Carla and Heidi strode up to center stage from the back, dressed in black leather tops and skirts, with knee-high boots on and holding microphones.

“What’s up, L.A.!” Carla shouted into the mic. “You guys ready to turn it up tonight?!” She flashed horns at the audience, who whooped and returned the sign.

“You know, we were just on tour with Marilyn a few months back,” Heidi said loudly so everyone could hear her over the music and cheering. “How many of you guys came to see us play at one of the stops?” There was even more cheering in response, with people starting to stomp their feet

“That’s awesome!” she continued. “But you know, we really missed L.A., we really missed you guys—” She had to pause while people from the crowd shouted out things like “I love you!” and “We missed you too!” before continuing. “And, fuck, we missed doing what we do best…” She looked at Carla, who nodded “Bringing slut metal to the masses!”

With that she and Carla took hold of their tops and ripped them off, exposing their completely bare chests—no electrical tape or cover of any kind over their skin. The two female rockers then tore away their skirts, revealing that they wore absolutely nothing underneath. Carla and Heidi stood there, showing off their new look to the audience, who were going absolutely nuts at the sight of them.

In addition to their bellybutton piercings, which they had had from the beginning, both of them had pierced both nipples, with Carla putting silver barbells through hers and Heidi sporting a pair of small golden rings. They had also pierced their twats, both of them now with studded clithoods, with Heidi having an additional third ring through her clit itself. They also had tattoos written in fancy script letting on their lower abdomens, with Carla’s saying “SLUT” and Heidi’s “WHORE.”

Both female rockers tossed their now-useless outfits into the audience, where they were grabbed and practically shredded into pieces as people tried to claim a part of it as their own. “We are Butcher Babies!” Heidi shouted out to the crowd as the two girls threw up horns and stuck out their tongues, showing off brand-new tongue piercings. “And make no mistake: we put the SLUT in slut metal!”

With that, the band started playing their first new song, “Fuck Meat”:

“Fuck meat, fuck meat, on the prowl, Pump my cunt and make me howl. Satisfying both our needs, Fuck my ass until it bleeds!”

The girls were grabbing their tits and squeezing them, screeching the words as they headbanged, their hair flying. Heidi pulled hard on one of her nipple rings, growling loudly into the mic. Carla stood with her legs spread apart and her hips thrust out, slapping her cunt again and again with the rhythm.

“Treat me like a little bitch, Use your cock to scratch my itch. Fucking me just never ends When you’re through I’ll fuck your friends!”

Heidi got on her knees at the edge of the stage, reaching out to high-five everyone who wanted one. Many people reached up to grope at her body, hands pawing her tits and feeling her cunt. One guy was even bold enough to stick a finger inside, and Heidi grabbed his wrist and pulled it up towards her lips, sucking his sticky finger in her mouth for a couple of moments before letting him go. Meanwhile Carla was sticking the end of her mic into her cunt, the wet sounds of it clearly audible.

“I’m fuck meat born and fuck meat bred, I’m fuck meat ’til I’m fucking dead! Don’t need to pay to make you rock, I’ll pay to suck your fucking cock!”

The song changed into the two girls screaming the title repeatedly at the top of their lungs, with the crowd joining in before the song ended. Immediately the band launched into their second song, “Bitches Scream While Bastards Cream”:

“Come in through my window, climb into my bed, Wake me up and whip it out, and I’ll be giving head. ‘Your cunt tastes good, your cum is sweet, you’re giving me a tasty treat. And when it’s done, we’ll have more fun.’ And this is what my daddy said!”

Carla punctuated the words to the song by straddling one of the amps and humping against it. “Ahhh, yeah,” she hissed, feeling the rough surface of the amp slide against her sensitive twat. “This feels so good. I can feel the roughness on my goddamn cunt, and the music makes it pulse!” On the other side of the stage Heidi had grabbed their bassist Jason’s face and started a hot open-mouth kiss with him while he continued to play, the two of them sticking out their tongues to slide against the other obscenely.

“I don’t need no rubbers, I’m not taking pills, ‘Cause riding on you bareback is giving me a thrill! Cum in me, I’ll squat it out. Just wanna hear you scream and shout When you nut Inside my butt. ‘Cause this is how I pay my bills!”

Carla stood at the edge of the stage, bent over so that her ass was sticking out towards the audience. Many hands were slapping her asscheeks, quickly turning it red. “Yeah, smack that slutty ass!” Carla shouted. “Make it fucking crimson before the night’s over!” Beside her Heidi was doing the same.

“Stick me good in every hole, I only aim to please, You can put me on my back, or on my hands and knees. Bitches scream while bastards cream, that’s my motherfucking dream. So all you whores Get on the floor And spread your legs, don’t be a tease!”

The girls screeched out the last line of their song again, headbanging as the song ended. As the music stopped the crowd roared and screamed their approval, stamping their feet and clapping their hands. The air in the venue was hot and electric and the concert had only just begun.

Carla and Heidi had a glow of sweat on their bodies, which showed clearly from the lights on them. Though both were breathing heavy, they were far from tired; on the contrary, they were amped up and ready to keep going. Carla reached behind an amp and pulled out two bottles of water, passing one to Heidi before the two of them drank deeply. Heidi finished about three-quarters of hers and spilled the remainder of it down her front before tossing the empty bottle into the crowd. Carla did the same, only her bottle was still filled by about a third, and there was laughter as it splashed all over.

“You guys enjoying the show?” Heidi shouted. “You like our new songs?” The crowd roared its answer in the affirmative. “You want more?” Again with a very enthusiastic response.

“One thing, though, before we keep going,” Carla said. “I’m looking at all of you right now, and then looking at Heidi and myself, and I’m thinking, you guys are seriously overdressed for this shit.” There was laughter from the crowd. “Seriously, it’s hot as the Devil’s ballsack in here, and I know it’s not just from the room by itself.”

“So what we wanna see, before we close out tonight, is all you fuckers getting buck naked with us,” Carla continued. “Our show is only getting started, and we’ve got some hot and kinky shit planned, and part of that involves everybody going full birthday suit. The guys are gonna get naked later, we’re probably gonna take these fucking boots off—hang on.” She passed her mic to Heidi before bending down to loosen and kick off her boots, now standing barefoot onstage. Heidi passes the mics over to her to do the same as Carla continues. “Now we’re fucking naked as jaybirds, and we wanna see all you guys doing it also. Doesn’t have to be now, but before our final song is over, we wanna see that skin.”

“Don’t worry about how you’re gonna look,” Heidi said, taking her mic back. “We don’t give a fuck if you’re short, fat, hairy, or a chick with a dick—you’re all fucking hot to us already just by being here, and if other people laugh or complain, tell them to go fuck themselves!” That got a loud cheer and claps from the audience, and people were already starting to pull off outer layers of clothing.

“Our next song is for all the ladies in the audience,” Carla said. “Whether you’re a mother, a daughter, a sister, or a girlfriend, however many names you call yourself, you all share this one label in common…” She paused, then both girls shouted the title: “DILDO RIDER!”

The band started playing fast and heavy as Heidi reached behind another amp and pulled out two very thick black dildos about 10 inches long. She passed one to Carla, and they both started whipping the plastic shafts across their chests and stomachs with loud slaps in time to the music.

“I don’t want your kisses. I don’t want your hugs. I don’t want to see your face, you got an ugly mug. Don’t show up at my doorstep. Don’t call me on the phone. Don’t send me pictures of your dick, I got my own at home.

Don’t have a dog to piss the floor. Don’t have a cat that bites. All I got’s a Rabbit, and it keeps me hot at night. Don’t send me cards or flowers. Don’t give me sweets and stuff. I just need AA batteries to help fill up my muff.”

Carla grabbed Heidi and practically threw her to the stage floor on her hands and knees, facing the audience. The dark-haired rocker stood behind her, brandishing her dildo like a weapon before bending down and placing the tip of it against Heidi’s cunt. Heidi continued the song, holding the mic and her own dildo in one hand while glaring fiercely at the audience.

“I’m a fucking dildo rider, it’s what I’m all about. When boys and men get wilting dicks, this dong never runs out. So hear me when I say that it’s always without fail, When I get plastic shoved in me, I lose my mind and wail.”

At this the music suddenly cut and Carla shoved the dildo into Heidi’s cunt, the blonde’s loud scream ringing from the speakers. Carla hammered it in and out for a good ten to fifteen seconds, managing to get over 2/3rds of it inside as Heidi squealed from each thrust, before the band jumped back in with the music. She flipped the blonde over onto her back and spun her so that everyone could see the large black sex toy jutting obscenely from her cunt. Heidi started sawing it in and out of her twat as Carla grabbed the other dildo from Heidi’s hands and continued the song.

“I’ll take it in my pussy and I’ll take it in my ass. I’ll do it in my bedroom or outside on the grass. And when I’ve made my asshole sore, my cunt lips start to sag, I’ll stick it in my mouth and throat just to hear me gag.”

Carla opened her mouth wide and took the dildo in her mouth, pushing more and more of it inside as it slides down her throat. She started gagging almost immediately and pumped the dildo in and out of her gullet, holding the mic close to her mouth so everyone could hear her choking and gagging herself on the plastic shaft. Spit drooled freely down her lips and chin, and her eye makeup started running down her cheeks from the tears.

The song continued, but there were no more words, just gagging and squealing noises from the girls as they continued to fuck themselves with the oversized fake dongs. The music sped up, the girls matching the pace until Heidi screamed again, this time in orgasm as she came onstage, her body shaking while she pumped the dildo furiously. Carla jerked the dildo from her mouth, long strings of drool and throat slime attached to it, and slapped herself across her cheeks with it, making them red.

The song ended as Heidi pulled the dildo from her cunt and threw the cum-soaked toy into the crowd before Carla helped her up. There were calls for her to throw the other dildo. “Not just yet, pervs!” Carla shouted, leaving on the side of the stage for now. “We still need this for one more song later. Trust me, it’s worth the wait.”

“This next song is kind of a love song,” Heidi said. “About what happens when two people with a shared interest get together.”

The band started playing, a slower, softer melody at first as Heidi and Carla, standing a bit apart, started sidling up next to each other, not making eye contact, but reaching out to brush their hands lightly over the other’s skin. The music started grinding up as they got closer and closer together, their hands now running over each other before Carla grabbed Heidi’s face and kissed her, with Heidi responding instantly. The two shared an open-mouth kiss, their pierced tongues dueling almost in mid-air as the band kicked into high gear with “Scissor Sister”:

“Sugar and spice and all things nice, that’s what girls are made of. Big fat tits and a soaking gash, that’s the kind of girl that I love. I need a chick that gets me off, who makes me squeal and grunt. Don’t matter if she don’t like dick as long as she eats cunt!

Scissor sister, scissor sister. Lover from another mister. Scissor sister, scissor sister. She’s so hot she makes me blister. Scissor sister, scissor sister. I can’t wait to fucking kiss her. Scissor sister, scissor sister. I can’t wait to fucking fist her.”

Heidi pushed Carla onto her knees, standing in front of the dark-haired with her legs spread apart. She forced Carla’s face into her crotch, aggressively grinding against her mouth and groaning her pleasure at the feeling of her tongue.

“I’ll suck her goddamn milk jugs dry, I’ll swallow up her bush, And when I’ve feasted on her twat, I’ll start in on her tush. I know that it sounds sappy, it’s enough to make you spit, But it’s fucking romantic when I’m taste-testing her shit!

Scissor sister, scissor sister. We don’t need no fucking dick! Scissor sister, scissor sister. Just rubbing cunts until we’re sick! Scissor sister, scissor sister. Suck on clits just how we like! Scissor sister, scissor sister. We’re just two fucking lezzie dykes!”

Carla and Heidi got down on the stage floor, facing each other and drawing close so that their pussies were rubbing against each other, their legs intertwining. Hank started a hard, fast guitar solo as the two frontwomen started scissoring in time to the music. Carla grabbed Heidi by her nipple rings and held onto them for balance, with the blonde doing the same with handfuls of Carla’s hair. The two girls were screaming in both pleasure and pain as they ground their steaming twats against each other, almost banging them together at some points. They came almost at the same time, their hips shaking and pressing together so hard it hurt as they shrieked and cursed through their orgasms, cunt cream staining their inner thighs and legs.

The two girls collapsed as the song ended, drenched in sweat and gasping as the crowd roared its praise. All of the audience members had at least stripped down to their underwear at least, with around half of fully naked. The concert venue was becoming more and more like a free-for-all swinger’s club, as every man was sporting a hard-on and every women had tits and pussies swollen with arousal. Quite a few people were already giving into their lust as couples and threesomes were going at it with wild abandon. Even the staff had gotten sucked into it, ditching all professionalism along with their clothes as they joined in. The pretty bartender was bent over the counter, getting nailed in the ass by a male concertgoer while his girlfriend was on her knees blowing two burly security guys. Another male fan reached over the counter and grabbed a beer tap as the guy sodomizing the bartender pulled her body up into a half-standing position. Her tits and stomach were hosed down with foaming beer as she shrieked at how cold it felt against her hot skin.

Heidi and Carla got to their feet, grabbing more bottles of water and drinking them down before pouring more over their heads. “Who’s ready for more?!” Heidi shouted, and the crowd roared as they launched into their next song, “Blown-Out Asshole”:

“I got a problem and I really need a fix. My asshole’s gaping open from too many dicks. The damage is heavy, and I really have no doubt. I have to use a plug to keep my ass from falling out.”

Carla got on her knees at the edge of the stage, bending forward and facing away from the audience so they can see her asshole. Heidi took the remaining black dildo from the side of the stage and brought it over, kneeling beside Carla and holding it at the entrance to her ass. She started pushing the dildo inside as Carla sings, her words punctuated by animalistic grunts:

“When I first got sodomized it made me feel alive. I was barely legal and the guy was sixty-five. He fucked it hard and made it bleed, I sucked him clean, and then I kissed my grandpa on the cheek and said I’d come again.”

Heidi had half the dildo in Carla’s butt at this point, pumping it back and forth as she worked more of it in. Carla squealed like a stuck pig with each thrust, the noises she was making mixed in with the lyrics:

“I’ve taken boys and girls up there, I’m the perfect mate. Any age or race or size, I don’t discriminate. They use their cocks and use their fists, they really stretch me wide. They film it all and play it back to show me my insides.”

Most of the dildo sawed easily in and out of Carla’s bowels, with only about an inch and a half left over. Heidi stopped trying to push more in, instead just pounding and jerking the toy as hard as she could. Carla’s anal ring puckered and flared with each movement and she screamed gutturally as her asshole was abused.

“So if you see me on the street, be sure to say ‘Hello.’ I’ll turn around and spread my cheeks to give you a free show. “Cause I’m a girl you won’t forget, I’m making it my goal, To meet someone who loves to rock and my blown-out asshole.”

Heidi yanked the dildo out in one motion, revealing Carla’s battered asshole stretched wide to almost 4 inches. Carla reached back and spread it further with her hands, showing off the inside of her ass. As Heidi threw the sodden dildo into the crowd, where a trio of girls grabbed at it and fell to the floor as they fought for a taste, Carla stuck her closed hand inside her ass, fisting herself for half a minute before pulling her hand out. Her asshole prolapsed and the audience cheered as they saw the raw, wet, reddish-pink flesh of her rectum exposed to them. Heidi leaned it and put her mouth over the rosebud of Carla’s asshole, sucking on it as Carla smeared her anal juices all over her own face as the song ended.

Carla’s asshole started closing back up, with Heidi helping by pushing her rectum back inside before the two got to their feet. The smell of sweat and cum was thick in the room as more people were stripping off the last of their clothes and public sex was becoming more rampant. “I can see plenty of you horny fuckers getting dirty and nasty with each other!” Heidi called out. “It makes us so fucking happy to see that, I love it!”

“And to everybody else who’s not screwing or getting screwed, we got a song for you too,” Carla said. “It’s called, ‘Jerk Off!’”

The band started to play, a thumping drum section accentuating the music:

“Jerk off! Just to start the day. Jerk off! When you want to play. Jerk off! When you’re all alone. Jerk off! Or with friends at home. Jerk off! Give in to demand. Jerk off! Beat it using both your hands. Jerk off! Splooge onto the floor. Jerk off! Lick it up, don’t waste it, whores!”

Hank stopped playing and pulled off his guitar, moving towards the edge of the stage. The band had been wearing only boxers for the concert, and Hank ripped them off, his hard cock bobbing as he threw them into the audience. He started masturbating, pointing his cock towards the crowd in front of him as he worked his hand up and down the shaft in time to the beat. Carla and Heidi stood on either side, their legs apart and sticking fingers in their twats.

“Jerk off! Squirting’s so much fun. Jerk off! Like a fucking water gun. Jerk off! Ain’t against the law. Jerk off! Go on, rub it raw! Jerk off! Work it twenty-four, seven. Jerk off! Feels like fucking heaven. Jerk off! ‘Til you’re fucking blind. Jerk off! ‘Til you lose your mind!

The girls and Hank let out primal screams as they started cumming hard, their hips cocked forward to drench the audience. Hot, sticky cunt cream sprayed from both pussies, showering over everybody in range, while Hank let loose with jets of semen spurting onto as many girls’ faces as possible.

As soon as Hank finished his climax, he quickly moved back and grabbed his guitar, putting it back on to resume playing. A final few drops of cum were hanging in a oozing string from the end of his cock, but he left it as is. Hank started playing a hard and fast riff, cuing the others to speed up also as Heidi and Carla jumped down from the stage to storm the audience with the crowd making room for them to pass, though many people reach out to grope their tits and asses.

“Let me see you jerk off, let me see you pop. Bust a nut or squirt your cunt, the party never stops. And if your arm gets tired, your fingers get all numb, just call a friend to help you out, play with your junk to cum!”

Heidi stopped in front of a group of guys, all of them jacking their dicks as they stare at her body. “You wanna know what the best part of jerking off is?” she barked at them. “Having a target!” With that she dropped to her knees in front of them, sticking out her chest and spreading her arms wide. “Paste me, fuckers!” She flipped them off with both fingers while opening her mouth wide and sticking out her tongue, her piercing glinting in the light. The guys started cumming, grunting and cursing as they shoot their loads over Heidi’s face and chest. Thick wads of jism splattered across her cheeks and nose while ropes of it slopped onto her tits, dripping off her nipple rings and sliding down her stomach. Across the room Carla was getting the same treatment, with a few more guys grabbing handfuls of her hair to cum into before rubbing their sperm into her scalp like shampoo.

Onstage Chris and Jason abandoned their instruments and rushed to kneel at the edge of the stage, furiously jerking off to Hank’s hard and fast guitar solo. Chris came right in the face of a girl with a shaved head, temporarily blinding her as she took a shot to her eyes, while James sprayed his load into the mouths of two girls who looked like identical twins and who immediately started kissing hotly, swapping the precious semen back and forth.

Hank finished his guitar solo, ending the song, and Carla and Heidi stood up and took mock bows at the cheering throngs around them. Both girls had heavy amounts of cum on their bodies and they rubbed it into their skin as their male bandmates took a few quick moments to prepare for their next song.

“Hey Heidi?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“You look like such a skank right now!”

“Oh, thanks! I was going for that look!” Heidi responded in a valley-girl tone, and the crowd laughed.

“All right, enough of that bullshit!” Carla said, turning back to the audience. “Right now we’re looking for love…and to us, there isn’t anything we LOVE more than being made airtight!”

“Fuck yeah, there isn’t!” Heidi chimed in, and the band queued up their next song, “Three-Hole Romance”:

“I’m not a one-man woman, not a two-man witch, I need three male fuckers to satisfy this bitch. One to pierce my cunt, one shoved up my ass, and one sticking down my throat just so I don’t sass!”

Heidi and Carla stalked through the audience, choosing male members at random and leading them by their cocks to the center of the room. Each of them took three, choosing one to get down on the floor on their backs. The two men laid on their backs, their cocks pointing straight up at the girls’ pussies as Carla and Heidi stood over them, dropping onto their knees and impaling their cunts simultaneously. The girls started riding them to the rhythm of the music.

“I’m a girl with needs that can’t be satisfied Until my boyfriend brings over two more guys. So don’t be fucking shocked if I won’t go out with you ‘Cause I’ll never say yes ’til you bring the other two!”

Two other men got behind Heidi and Carla, with the girls leaning forward and spreading their asscheeks open. The men easily slid their cocks inside their asses and started pounding away, with the girls fucking back at them just as hard.

“Cupid didn’t strike my heart, he struck my wet pussy, And then he struck my butt and mouth and always made me crave three. So you can call me slut, or you can call me whore, But I only take three ’cause I can’t fit the other four!”

The remaining two men moved in front of their faces and started fucking their mouths, with their girls relaxing their throat muscles for easier penetration. The song continued as the mics picked up choked, muffled squeals of pleasure from the girls and the sounds of balls slapping against chins. It didn’t take long for the guys to cum, and they spurted their loads inside their respective holes, ending the song.

As Carla and Heidi got off the men they’d been riding, fresh cum running from their twats and assholes down their legs, Heidi shouted, “We got a couple more songs for you, and this next song’s gonna get nasty! You thought we were fucked up before, wait ’til you see this!” With that she and Carla dropped their mics to the ground as they headed straight for the men’s room, pushing their way inside while others followed them. Those that couldn’t get through watched as two large TV screens, one on either side of the room, lit up, showing that the men’s room had had cameras and microphones placed all over the walls and were recording everything in high definition quality.

Inside the men’s room the orgiastic sex was continuing, with couples bent over sinks or pressed up against the graffiti-marked walls. A few were even on the filthy floor, rutting with abandon like animals. Carla and Heidi stepped over them as they headed for the stalls. As they stood in front of two closed stalls, they turned to one of the cameras mounted on the walls. “You wanna see how Carla and I unwind after a hard day?” Heidi asked. She and Carla slammed the stalls’ doors open, revealing incredibly filthy-looking toilets.

Puddles of old piss, used condoms, and crumpled toilet paper littered the floor, while lewd graffiti and crude images of obscenity covered the sides of the stalls. The toilets looked like they hadn’t been cleaned in weeks, with unknown stains covering the seats and inside of the bowls. Both toilets were nearly filled to the brim with piss, as though they were clogged and no one had bothered to fix them. With a devilish smile, Carla shouted into the camera. “Start the music, boys!”

With that the band launched into their next song, “Piss Whores”:

“Pump my pussy in the bedroom. Get my ass slammed in the hall. But I get really fucking turned on When I get mounted in a stall.

You can put me on the dirty floor. Make me crawl in the muck. ‘Cause when I’m covered in toilet scum, That’s when I really love to fuck!”

Heidi and Carla got down to the floor and started rolling around on the floor, grime and filth sticking to their skin. Heidi scooped up a few used condoms and shoved them into her mouth, chewing on them as old semen oozed into her mouth. Carla dipped her face in a puddle of piss, turning her head side to side to get it all over. She then grabbed a wad of particularly dirty toilet paper nearby and wiped her face with it before sticking it in her mouth and sucking on it.

Heidi spit the chewed condoms from her mouth and continued,

“Bend me over the damn toilet When it’s gold or when it’s brown. Stick my head into the fucking bowl And watch me drink it all down!”

With that she and Carla bent over double in front of their respective toilets, grasping the seats for balance as their asses were raised up. “C’mon, you goddamn bastards!” Carla yelled, the toilet paper falling from her mouth. “Get in here and fuck us like we want it!”

Two men pushed their way in to take their positions, shoving their cocks inside the girls’ assholes to the hilt in one go and starting to fuck them hard. The girls’ screams of pleasure were cut off as the men reached forward and thrust their heads into the toilets, piss sloshing over the rims as they did so. Back in the main room the screens cut to shots of Carla and Heidi’s faces, blurred with bubbles and tinted a heavy yellow—apparently there were cameras INSIDE the toilets as well, capturing the girls’ expressions. Though the picture was somewhat obscured with the tint and bubbling, it was clear that they were enjoying it immensely, as the source of all the bubbling came from the girls themselves, still shrieking in ecstasy into the piss-filled toilet bowls.

Every so often the men would pull their soaked heads from the bowls so they could breathe for a few moments before sticking them back in. Each time they were pulled out the girls had their cheeks swollen full with liquid waste, which they swallowed down before getting dunked again. At one point Heidi opened her mouth to reveal a medium-sized dark brown chunk on her tongue before she swallowed it whole. The men couldn’t hold back over the sheer depravity of the girls, and within minutes they were spurting heavy loads within their asses. They were replaced by two more men, and then two more after that, all of them cumming deep in Carla and Heidi’s bowels. The girls were cumming hard as well, gripping the toilets as their bodies shook from orgasm.

Back in the main room, the other band members were getting their share of the action as several female audience members had come up onstage. Jason was bent over while a girl with a spiked pink Mohawk spread his asscheeks open and drove her tongue into his asshole. Chris was having his cock sucked by two girls with dyed black hair as they traded his cock between their lips. Hank was on his back as a heavily tattooed girl bounced her ass on top of his cock. Surprisingly, the band managed to keep performing, owing to plenty of practice sessions when Heidi and Carla had done the same to them while they were playing.

The song was almost over as Heidi and Carla pulled their heads from the now nearly-empty bowls. Their hair was filthy and sopping, sticking to their scalps, while their eye makeup was almost gone, the last remains of it running down their drenched faces. The girls pushed out of their stalls and dropped to their knees in the center of the floor, arms wrapping around each other.

“The only showers we take are golden!” Carla barked. “Hose us down like we’re goddamn urinals, fuckers!”

A dozen streams of steaming hot piss rained down from all directions onto the two girls, spraying every inch of their bodies. Heidi and Carla rubbed it into their skin, mixing it with the drying sperm already there. Most of the pissers were men, although there were quite a few women there who added their own waste, aiming their hips and spreading their cunt lips as they let loose. One woman turned around and spread her asscheeks open, spraying piss from her bowels to the girls’ surprise. “Four fucking strangers just pissed in my ass!” she called out. “Thought you’d want a taste of it.” The girls did their best to catch as much as they could in their mouths, gulping it down.

Finally the song was over and the girls stood up, completely soaked to the skin and reeking of liquid waste. They made their way out of the men’s room back into the main room, where they were greeted with heavy cheers. “Thank you so much for coming out tonight, Los Angeles!” Carla shouted. “You guys have been a fan-fucking-tastic audience. Everybody have fun tonight?” There were more cheers; most people were all fucked out by this point, but still had the energy to see the concert to its end.

This story does not directly follow the A Gift Amongst Friends storyline, but will make at least one major reference to the third chapter in that series. Although I hope this is able to stand up as an enjoyable tale on its own, you may want to consider checking out the AGAF series. It will help to put things in context.


She rolled around in her bed, restless. She shifted to her left side, then several minutes later to her right. Things seemed to be going well on her back, and Jess could feel herself slowly drifting off to sleep.

However, just as she was starting to relax, the image crept back into her mind. She closed her eyes, but it seemed to be tattooed on the back of her eyelids.

Even when exhaustion finally overtook her, the memory penetrated her dreams. She was back in the hallway, but she could not remember why she was there. On either side, the walls were lined with doors that went on and on. She was all alone, but she felt like she was being watched. She turned, but there was nobody there.

A door opened behind her, as it had many times before, in many dreams before. Jess looked and saw her emerge. Melissa? No. Amanda? No…Mandy. Her name is Mandy. Jess always struggled with her name, but she had seen the girl enough times to recognize her face. They lived in the same wing of the dormitory, and Jess had seen her around the common rooms many times before.

Like so many dreams before, Mandy emerged from one of the doors, the hallway behind her fading into obscurity. The first thing Jess noticed was her breast. The girl’s top was pulled down on one side, and Jess could clearly see her large pink nipple. Her skin glistened from the semen that ran from her face to her chest. She was drunk. In the dreams, just as in real life, Jess could clearly tell that she was drunk. As quickly as it had begun, the girl was gone, and Jess was alone once again.

She awoke the next morning, unsure of what to make of her dreams. Several days had passed since she had accidentally witnessed Mandy’s debauchery, but the image of her exposed neighbor, dripping with cum, was burned into her brain. She had passed Mandy in the hall several times since then, but as per usual, Mandy never so much as gave her a second look. I don’t think she even remembers seeing me that night. She was too drunk. But Jess certainly remembered.

“Wow, what a slut,” Raven had responded when Jess told her about the incident. “I can’t believe she would do that. You should see if you can get her kicked out of residence.”

That seems like a bit of an overreaction, Jess thought.

Her friend continued, still outraged. “At least the school year is almost over so you might not ever see her again. I bet she’s failing all her classes and won’t even be back next year.”

Raven was one of Jess’ more conservative friends that she had met in her economics class. The daughter of a Black minister, Raven had grown up in a strict religious household. Jess was not at all surprised by the angered response.

While Jess was less religious than her classmate, the two girls shared much in common. They were both quiet and shy, preferring to stay in on the weekends rather than go out to the clubs. They enjoyed reading, watched the same television shows, and shared a similar distaste for other people.

The two girls were of a similar height, with Jess at 5’4″ and Raven only an inch shorter. Jess certainly had a much more bookish look, slender and freckled, with curled auburn hair and glasses, whereas Raven’s dark complexion and wider figure made the two girls stand apart as clearly as night and day.

“I don’t know,” Jess replied. “I heard she’s on the dean’s list. Anyway, it’s not like it’s a big deal. It was just sort of a surprise to turn around and see her like that.”

“Well, she can’t be all that smart if she’s walking around the building, half-naked and covered in…ugh” Raven made a disgusted face, leaving her sentence unfinished. “One way or another, she’s a slut.”

That didn’t quite sit right with Jess, but she had learned long ago that there was no point in arguing with Raven. When she was passionate about an issue, it no longer mattered whether she was right. The last time they had strongly disagreed on something, Raven had been bitchy about it for days afterward, and Jess had feared that the friendship would never recover. Instead, she dropped the subject. Jess didn’t disagree that Mandy was a skank, but she certainly didn’t feel so hateful about something that was none of her concern.

Raven had been in a relationship with her current boyfriend since high school, and he had recently proposed to her during the Christmas break. However, Jess suspected that Raven was still a virgin. As far as she could tell, the couple was never more physical than kissing or holding hands.

Jess, on the other hand, did not have much interest in boys. She was by no means a lesbian—she was merely tired of the dating game and had decided to take a break. They’re only after one thing, she had told herself after her last date, almost a year ago.

She had tried sex a few times with a couple of different guys. It was enjoyable, but the guys had always finished far too quickly for her to really appreciate the experience. For the time being, I can do without it.

Besides, with her books and movies, she didn’t really need a guy.

“Oh,” Raven exclaimed, changing the topic, “I got my shift switched at work, so I can come with you to the concert on Friday.”

Jess lit up. “Really? That’s awesome!”

Jess had been excited for weeks about an upcoming rock concert on campus. The event was going to be huge, with one of her favorite bands headlining. She didn’t think that Raven would be able to make it with her, but she was glad to hear about the change. Jess was fortunate enough to have parents that were able to pay for her university, but her friend was not so lucky. Raven was forced to work part-time as a waitress, typically eating up a lot of her free time.

The two girls hung out in Jess’ dorm room and made plans for the concert for another half hour before Raven had to leave for her dance class.

The rest of the week passed uneventfully. As usual, Jess procrastinated studying for her final exams, and she spent her free time working on a novel that she had started writing several months ago.

By the time that Friday arrived, she could no longer contain her excitement. With her last class of the day finished, she hurried to the meal hall for dinner. She hurriedly ate half a serving of chicken nuggets, and then walked back to her dorm.

As she passed Mandy in the hall, Jess’ eyes were glued to the floor. She could still hardly bear to look at her, a full week after their awkward encounter in this very hall.

Jess slipped into her room, grabbed a change of clothes and a towel, and then headed for the shower. She allowed enough time for a quick rinse before drying, getting dressed, and returning to her room to call Raven.

It was 7:45pm by the time the girls met up in the lobby of the dormitory and began their walk to the campus courtyard, where the concert was being held. Jess had picked up their tickets the previous evening, and she was happy to see that Raven had remembered the cash to reimburse her. She slipped the bills into her pocket as the lights along the walkway flickered on.

The evening was somewhat cool, and Jess was glad she had decided to wear jeans rather than shorts. They were her favorite pair of jeans, fitting her small frame perfectly, complimenting what little curves she had. To go with them, she had chosen to wear an orange t-shirt and sneakers. Raven was dressed similarly, with jeans and a beige t-shirt. She had also brought a black zip-up hoodie. I wonder if I will regret not bringing one as well, Jess wondered.

It was starting to get dark, and the girls could already hear the large crowd from the other end of the campus. Thousands of students were expected to attend the show, and despite her usual hatred of large crowds, Jess was feeling pumped for such a big event.

As the girls approached the courtyard, the first opening act began playing. It was some local band, not one that Jess was familiar with. Even so, she quickened her pace.

The courtyard was fenced off with one major entrance, and the girls stepped into the line for admittance.

After what seemed like eternity, Jess reached the front of the line and showed her ticket to a woman in a security jacket. The woman waved her in. As she entered the enclosure, she came face to face with a tall man in another security jacket. Like the woman before him, he looked like he was a student from the university. He gestured for her to position her arms away from her body. Meekly, she did as she was told.

She almost jumped as his hands reached under her arms on both sides, sliding down along her sides to her hips. His hand stopped at the bulge in her pocket. “What’s this?” He asked sternly.

Jess reached into her pocket and pulled out her cell phone to show him.

He returned to his task, placing both of his hands around her tiny left thigh and sliding them upwards before she had time to react. He then repeated the gesture on her right leg. As he pulled his hands away, his fingers lightly brushed against the crotch of her pants, causing Jess to flinch.

His hands returned to her sides and moved forwards along her ribcage until his thumbs rested just under her tiny breasts.

The whole ordeal lasted no more than a few seconds before he signaled for her to move on, but she was still shaking when Raven met up with her on the other side.

“I didn’t think they would be doing searches,” Jess shouted over the music as they walked along the outskirts of the crowd.

“I know! It’s so stupid!” Raven responded. “What would we be smuggling in?”

Jess knew that searches for alcohol and weapons were common at large public events, and their school had a terrible reputation for unruly behavior. But something about the way that man had touched her had left her feeling uncomfortable.

The opening act played a short set list, and the audience was still not fully warmed up by the time they left the stage. The girls decided to peruse the vendor stands and hang around in the back areas of the grassy field that had yet to fill up.

As the second act began, the girls started to make their way into the thinly populated sections of the crowd, hoping for a better view. Raven said something, but Jess could not make it out over the heavily distorted guitars and the pounding drums. The second act progressed through several more energetic songs, and the audience became much more enthusiastic.

Jess turned to her friend and made a sour face as the smell of marijuana filled the air. The girls retreated to the back once more, hoping to avoid the smoke.

It’s much more crowded back here than it was when we arrived, Jess noted as they squeezed between people, trying to find a vacant spot. Despite her usual quietness, Jess cheered loudly as the second act came to a close. The energy of the music, the lights, and the crowd was really starting to scratch through her dour exterior, and Jess was really starting to enjoy herself. Before she knew it, an hour had already passed.

The final act was one of Jess’ favorite bands, and she once again pushed her way into the densely populated audience, Raven following closely behind her. The girls pushed forward until the crowd became too thick and would no longer allow them to pass.

Within minutes, amidst cheers and whistles, the headlining band emerged, kicking immediately into one of their more famous singles. The crowd went wild and Jess struggled to keep her balance as the multitude of bodies surged forward.

She had barely regained her composure from the first shove when a second wave came seconds after. She almost lost her footing, but thankfully a group of nearby boys saw her dilemma, and two of them took her by the arms to help her steady herself.

She smiled in thanks and looked back to make sure she had not lost Raven. The two girls nestled in with the group of boys, who helped to shelter them against some of the more violent pushes and shoves. Soon, crowd surfers began moving overhead, and the boys helped to keep them from raining down on the girls.

Jess wondered if she had perhaps gotten in over her head by moving so deep into the heart of the crowd. However, as the adrenaline kicked in, her worries disappeared. She got into the swing of things and started to shout the lyrics to the songs she knew.

After several songs, she noticed that the boys were lifting one of their friends up onto the crowd. The crowd lifted the surfer and carried him away towards the stage. Soon, the boys sent up another from their group.

One of the closer boys turned to Jess and pointed upward, mouthing the words “up.” She laughed and shook her head. She looked around and saw several other crowd surfers passing atop the audience, all of whom seemed to be having fun.

Several other boys joined in, encouraging Jess and Raven to go up. Jess looked to her friend, who looked hesitant.

Finally, Jess caved in to the peer pressure. She stepped forward and allowed one of the boys to pick her up. Soon, a second and third pair of hands joined the first one, and she felt herself being lifted above the heads around her.

From up here, she could see the stage so much clearer. She did not stay in place for long as the boys gave her a push forward and a chorus of hands came up to meet her.

The sensation was strange and somewhat scary as the first hand grabbed at her butt. She almost kicked at the grabber instinctively. But soon, she got into the hang of it and ignored the occasional inappropriate hand.

Turning back, she saw that Raven had followed her up and was surfing several feet behind her. Jess reached out and for a moment, the girls grabbed hands, laughs and shouts lost in the thunderous noise that filled the courtyard.

A sudden jolt separated the girls as Jess continued to move forward and Raven moved towards the back of the crowd. Afraid that she might lose her friend in the confusion of darkness and flashing lights, Jess signaled for the crowd to push her back in the opposite direction.

The crowd obliged, and Jess scanned the ocean of bodies for her friend. She thought she caught a glimpse of Raven surfing atop the back of the back section, laughing and cheering, far removed from the bright lights of the stage.

A sudden jolt left Jess disoriented again. She turned her neck back and forth, when the sight of a female figure caught her eye. Raven seemed to be hovering in one spot, laughing frantically. What is she doing?

Jess squinted into the darkness. Wait, that’s not Raven…Oh my god… The other girl was not laughing at all—she was struggling.

As the crowd carried her closer, Jess watched in horror as dozens of hands groped the girl’s body. She had dark skin and looked to be somewhat taller than Jess, wearing a red tube top and pair of denim shorts. Several hands were grabbing at her chest, several were latched onto her arms, and several were pulling at her clothing.

Jess shouted, but her voice was lost in the noise. She could only watch helplessly as a hand took hold of the girl’s red tube top and pulled downward, spilling the woman’s large breasts into the night air. What possessed her to crowd surf in that outfit? As the garment pooled around her waist, dozens of hands arose to get a feel of her bare tits. Another pair of boys seemed to be working the shorts down her hips, revealing a pair of black panties.

Jess was terrified, and she realized her own danger as she continued to drift towards the same group of boys that were accosting this other girl. She tried to turn around, tried to grab at the hands that were pushing her. She twisted and turned, but no matter what she did, she could not seem to move against the tide that carried her.

It felt like she was outside of her own body, watching the experience. She was several feet away from the girl. Jess watched as the stranger’s shorts were removed completely from her body and tossed amongst the crowd, thrown back and forth before disappearing in the sea of people.

The girl turned to Jess with a look of fear before she too disappeared down amidst the crowd. Seconds later, she saw a pair of male hands clutching the black panties like a trophy above the chaos.

Jess could feel her own movement slowing. She fought and kicked, but a pair of strong hands grasped her feet, holding them still. More hands grabbed at her body, and she tried to knock them away as best as she could before the boys restrained her arms as well.

The guitar crunched and the drums continued to pound as the boys below began tugging at Jess’ clothing. She pulled her arms inward, attempting to keep her shirt in place. She squirmed as the crowd tugged and pulled at her pants. Fortunately, she had worn one of her tighter pairs of jeans, and they seemed to be holding steady on her hips.

Please, no… She could not be certain if she was shouting the words or merely thinking them, the volume around her was so intense.

She could feel her shirt slowly inching up her stomach as she begged for this to end. A shove flipped her over so that she was facing the ground, and she instinctively grabbed for her glasses as they fell from her face. She lost the glasses, and in the process, the boys were able to force her shirt up to her armpits.

She looked down at the crowd, but in darkness without her glasses, she could only make out a blur of faces and arms. Dozens of hands were now grabbing at her exposed bra, pinching and squeezing at her tiny breasts.

She tried to resist, but her arms were pulled above her head, allowing her shirt to be removed. She could feel another pair of hands working at the front of her pants. No, no, no! But it was no use, and after a few seconds of fumbling, she could feel the material go lose around her waist. With the pants unfastened, the boys needed no further invitation. They immediately worked her jeans over her hips and down to her knees. Her shoes gave some resistance, but those too were quickly removed and tossed aside.

Soon, the pants were gone, and she was left in the pink bra and panties she had chosen after her shower.

In no time, hands were slipping below the material of her panties, poking and prodding at her most private parts.

Another shove flipped her back onto her backside. She looked at the stage so far away and wondered if anyone could see what was happening.

The clasp of her bra let go, and in a swift motion, the garment was forcefully tugged away. The same went for her panties, leaving Jess exposed above the crowd, naked but for a pair of socks. For a moment, the world seemed to stop and her mind was a million miles away, fixated on just how silly she must look, held above the pandemonium in nothing but a mismatched pair of flowery socks.

Another sudden shove brought her back to her senses.

Stage lights blurred together with camera flashes as Jess twisted in vain. The effort was leaving her exhausted, and with her most intimate parts exposed, the fight was taken out of her. No matter which direction she turned, a camera or cell phone waited to greet her.

She cringed as hands explored her bare body and fingers found their way inside her. Her heart was beating like crazy and waves of emotions were crashing together more quickly than she could process them. She thought she might cry, but the rush of adrenaline and the flood of physical sensations kept the tears at bay. Her primal emotions began to take over as fear and excitement overrode the more logical parts of her mind.

Darkness swallowed her as her body was lowered amongst the crowd of awaiting strangers.

Just two things-1: Yes, this story is kind of long but very sexual. 2: A HUGE thank you to my boyfriend! He edited, gave me ideas, and answered questions. Unfortunately he doesn’t have an account but he deserves credit. Other than that, thanks for reading!


Andi Jefferson grinned as she looked out into the crowd. She was currently on the stage of her sold out concert entertaining thousands of screaming fans. Andi had been singing since she was three but the last few years have been her call to fame. She started out touring with big pop stars to get her name out there but this year she wasn’t the rookie. This was the first tour of her career where she was the headlining act-and she couldn’t be happier. She was also having a lot of fun hanging out with her opening act, Stella Lopez. She was just starting out but had true potential. As the last song of the evening ended, Andi refocused her attention to the audience. She smiled wide and yelled “goodnight Los Angeles! Thank you all for coming!” Then after a minute or two of bowing and waving, she went backstage to meet up with Stella while the band took care of the stage. Normally she liked to help but lately she had been eager to see Stella. Andi tried telling herself it was because they were becoming fast friends but somewhere in her heart she knew it was because of hidden romantic feelings. When she caught sight of the Latin beauty, she swallowed the lump in her throat. “Hey Stella, great job tonight!”

“Hey thanks-you too! I can’t wait to someday be where you are.”

Andi laughed. “Don’t worry, your time will come. But for right now let’s head back to the dressing room-my throat is dying of thirst.”

With that the girls headed back to their joint dressing room for some much needed relaxation. The arena’s manager tried fighting for them to have separate rooms but Andi didn’t really care. She wasn’t the diva that most pop stars were. Once in the room, Andi grabbed a water bottle, kicked her heels off, and plopped onto the couch. Stella did the same, dramatically sighing as she laid her head on Andi’s shoulder.

“Is that really necessary?”

“I’m Latin-we wear our hearts on our sleeves.”

The girls laughed but Andi couldn’t stop the butterflies from swarming her stomach. For most of her life, she had suspected she was a lesbian. No guys ever caught her eye and now these thoughts about Stella were only strengthening those suspicions. Andi had even thought about telling her about these feelings but didn’t want to risk making things awkward this early in the tour. However, her internal monologue was cut short by Stella poking her in the stomach. Andi flinched causing her to almost spill her water. “Why the poking?”

“Wanted your attention. I’ve always wondered…is Andi your real name? I mean I love it but most moms don’t come up with that.”

Andi laughed at the question. She had been asked this multiple times growing up so it was nothing new. “It’s actually short for Cassandra. When my mom found out she was having a girl, she picked out, in her opinion, the prettiest girl name she could find. And don’t get me wrong it suits some people but I never felt like it was right for me. Plus Cassandra is too long for a record deal.”

Stella laughed at the crack at the music industry. They were always wanting to change something about the artist-even if it was the name. “Oh ok…I guess that makes sense…Andi does suit you but I can see why your mom picked Cassandra. The name is almost as beautiful as you.”

Andi’s heart lurched at that last comment. Sure, it wasn’t uncommon for girls to give each other compliments but the sultry seduction of Stella’s voice had Andi’s palms sweating and a strange tingling to course over her body. But before she could process all this new information, a knock came to the door. To flustered to speak, she let Stella answer. Behind the door was Jack, their agent. “Sorry to bother you ladies but we have some gifts out here from the fans. Would you like to open them? They’ve been inspected for safety.”

Stella’s face lit up like a child’s face in a candy store. “Oh I love presents! Bring them in!”

Andi laughed until she saw how many were wheeled in. There had to be at least ten gifts there. Once Jack got them all laid out, she bid the girls goodnight and left the room. Andi spoke first. “Wow…I wasn’t expecting so many…”

“Well what do you expect? You’re popular.”

“Hey some of those could be for you.”

“Eh whatever-let’s just open them!”

They both started grabbing packages and ripping them open like it was Christmas morning. After a few minutes, they had burned through all of them. In Stella’s collection she had perfume, candles, jewelry, and a scarf someone had handmade. Over on Andi’s side, she had jewelry, clothes, cards, CD’s of people wanting to be discovered, and a hand made scarf similar to Stella’s. After looking, she sat back against the couch and looked over at Stella. “Looks like we did pretty well tonight.”

“Yeah…I think I chose the right profession.”

“I think so too-what’s that?”

Looking over at the gift table, Andi noticed they had missed a gift. It wasn’t wrapped fancy or overly big but it somehow had peaked her interest. Grabbing it, she showed it to Stella who instructed Andi to open it. “Got your name on it.”

With bubbling excitement, Andi peeled away the tape, opened the box, jumped in shock at the object. It was pink, thick, semi long, smooth and curved at the end. As soon as Stella saw it, she started bursting out laughing. “Oh my gosh-I can’t believe someone sent you a vibrator!”

“They sent me a what!?…why on Earth would they send me that?”

Stella, still laughing, picked it up to get a better look. “Probably some teenage fantasy…but whoever got this went all out. I’ve seen these online and they’re not cheap.”

Andi was still trying to process the gesture. She’d gotten some interesting gifts over her lifetime but never anything sexual. She wasn’t by any means a nun but she also wasn’t open like Stella was. Which is probably this next question made her face turn into a tomato.

“So are you going to use it?”

“U-use it? B-but I-I don’t even know if it’s safe…o-or who sent it…”

“Andi, relax. It’s a vibrator, not a bomb. Second, most of these gifts are anonymous…but if it makes you feel better I’ll read the note they left…’Dear Andi, I’ve been a huge fan since you started. Always listening to you whenever I got the chance and cheering when you hit it big. So it was no surprise that when I saw this I thought of you. I’ve noticed that in the last few shows you’ve done, your microphone has been pink. Hence, the pink color of this toy. I found it at a local Adult store and decided on a whim to send it to you-batteries included. Love, your number one fan-Jake.’”

Andi sat there speechless while Stella spoke again. “Alright, so that’s a little bit creepy but he had good intentions…what I’d recommend is forget how you got it and just enjoy it. Waste not want not.”

Andi hated that Cheshire cat grin Stella was sporting but the thought of using it did get the blood flowing. Truth be told, Andi has never really masturbated. She’s tried a few times using erotic stories but nothing ever seemed to turn her on and she refused to watch porn. She mostly used it as a relaxation tool before a really important meeting instead of just mindless pleasure. But something was holding her back from telling Stella all this. She had a feeling it would embarrass her more than she already was. Stella then piped up. “You alright there? You look kind of pale.”

“Y-yeah I’m fine. Just a little shocked I guess…”

“You look more confused…you have used a vibrator before, right?”

One of the downfalls of Andi’s personality-she couldn’t lie. But that didn’t stop her from trying. With a shaky voice, she replied “O-of c-course I’ve used o-one…”

Stella smirked. “I call bullshit. I can tell when you’re lying Andi…why didn’t you say something?”

“Because…because I didn’t want you to think I was some naïve prude or something…”

Stella laughed and put her arm around the frightened pop star. “I may tease you from time to time but I never insult you. Everyone’s different so who am I to judge if you’ve never had one…but it does seem like a shame to let this beautiful toy go to waste…”

“Y-you don’t want it?”

“No I’m good…I have a couple with me that keep me satisfied. Besides, this guy clearly picked it out with you in mind. Who knows, maybe you’ll love it…vibrators really aren’t bad once you get the hang of them.”

It was ‘getting the hang of them’ that scared Andi. She has never had sex before so the thought of putting something that big inside sounded painful. Plus, she wouldn’t really know what to do. Needing to know, she asked “H-how long do you think this is?”

“Probably about six inches-oh no honey you’re a virgin aren’t you?”

At this point Andi’s face was so read she thought it would explode at any minute. All she wanted to do was bolt under a rock and hide from this situation but there was no getting away at this point. “H-h-how d-did you c-come up with t-that?”

“Just by watching you. First your reaction when you first saw it, then listening to your questions…I kind of understand your fear now-want to have your cherry popped by a guy?”

It would be so easy to just say yes. To say yes to that question then head to bed. But, something deep inside her felt like it was trying to claw it’s way out…if she was truly a lesbian, then a man would never deflower her. She also knew that she should tell Stella this. It would be someone to talk to. “A-actually, I don’t think a guy will ever take my virginity…I-I think I’m gay…”

For the first time that night Stella’s eyes turned into dinner plates. “Gay? Wow…I honestly had no idea…”

Andi nodded. “Neither did I really until recently…all my thoughts just started making sense when I admitted it to myself…oh God! That is probably way too much information! I’m sorry…I understand if you are bothered by it…”

Stella’s shocked expression melted into a smile as she chuckled. “Bothered? Hell no! Shocked yes but I could care less if you’re lesbian…actually, I am too.”

“What? You are? Wow…what are the odds…”

“I know right! Which makes this considerably less awkward to say now…I could give you some tips on how to use it if you want…The first time I popped my cherry it hurt like a bitch but the vibration really helped a lot.”

Andi tried to control herself but the thought of Stella bringing herself to orgasm was very quickly turning her on. “Wait, you’d be teaching me how to use it?

“If you want…to be completely honest I find you extremely attractive and I kind of have a crush on you…”

It was if Stella was reading Andi’s mind. Trying not to get too carried away, she replied “really? You like me? I can’t believe it…I feel the same way towards you…”

Stella’s eyes grew dark at this comment and before Andi could react, Stella had her arms around her neck and they were locked in a passionate kiss. At first, Andi didn’t know what to do but she eventually let herself give into the sensations. Her eyes drifted shut and she kissed back just as hard. Stella seemed to come alive once Andi responded because her hands were everywhere. One was running through Andi’s long brown hair and the other was lightly stroking her chest. It was Andi’s moan that caused Stella to move away. Panting for air, she grinned. “You kiss like a natural-I didn’t want to let go…and anymore of it and I won’t be able to stop…”

Andi was nervous but desire was slowly taking over that fear. “That was incredible…and I may not know much about this kind of stuff but I do know I don’t want this to end. Would you be my first and show me how to use this pink toy?”

Stella’s body began trembling with anticipation. “Are you sure?”


Stella grinned wider than she had all night and began planting kisses all over Andi’s face and neck. Andi was becoming more aroused by the minute and moaning as Stella’s lips found sensitive spots. But after only a minute of this, Stella grew naughty and started stripping off her new partner’s dress. The dress was gone in a matter of seconds leaving the pop star in a red bra and matching panties. She was shy at first having Stella see her this exposed but the Latin seductress was whimpering at the sight. “Oh Andi you are so beautiful…you’re making me so hot for you but I’ll take it slow.”

Remembering that this was Andi’s first time, Stella went back to her lips, giving her a kiss. This time she held Andi close, the two women sighing from the feeling of their bodies mashed together. When Stella slipped her tongue into the kiss, it was instinct for Andi to melt into the kiss and fight for dominance. But just as she was winning, Stella moved away from the kiss and began slowly trailing her tongue down Andi’s neck, teasing her by sucking on spots that were making the woman squirm with desire. When she finally reached her bra, she quickly took it off and threw it across the room before poking her tongue out and flicking a nipple. A shot of pleasure coursed through Andi’s body and landed in her pussy making her even wetter. “Oh Stella…don’t stop…”

Stella chuckled and began sucking on the nipples, making them tight. Andi grabbed Stella’s head to hold her in place while she moaned even louder. It felt so good she never wanted it to end but the longer it went on the hornier she became. After a few minutes she was sure she was going to burst. “Please, can we try the vibrator now?”

Stella moved her lips away from the swollen breast and chuckled. Leaning up, she whispered in Andi’s ear with a husky voice “oh not yet…I’m nowhere near done with you yet…”

Andi shuddered from the voice then flinched at what happened next. Stella had peeled Andi’s panties off and began slowly rubbing her outer pussy lips. “Wow…you’re so wet…you must really want it.”

Not trusting her voice to speak, the woman just nodded and leaned back giving her partner full access. For the next couple minutes, Stella just stroked Andi’s dripping pussy lips, constantly teasing the virgin. Every time she stuck part of a finger inside the tortured cunt, Andi would try to fuck it and it would be removed. At this point, the rubbing was driving her insane. Andi was shaking, moaning, and whimpering but no matter how much she begged, Stella just used her sexy voice to say it wasn’t time yet. To make matters worse, she had her other hand pinching Andi’s tight nipples making her head swim with desire. Finally, Andi couldn’t take anymore. “Stella please! Do something…”

Not stopping her motions, the vixen replied “What do you want me to do?”

“You know what…”

“Say it.”

“I can’t…”

Without any warning, a finger was shoved into Andi’s pussy causing the girl to scream and throw her head back. It was complete torture to feel it rub up against the walls of her cunt that so desperately needed to cum. Stella gazed into Andi’s and her voice was low. “Say it or I’ll keep teasing you all night…and I know how badly you need to cum…”

That little phrase caused something to snap within Andi. Losing herself to the desire, she yelled “Please just fuck me! Stella I need it…please, fuck me…”

Stella grinned, removed her hand, and grabbed the vibrator. “That’s all I needed to know…now just a heads up-this is probably going to hurt at first but the pain will subside after a few minutes. I’ll be as gentle as possible but once the cherry pops it’ll be a pleasure unlike anything you’ve ever experienced…are you ready?”

Realizing it was now or never, Andi nodded and spread her legs apart. Stella then took the vibrator and carefully inched it into Andi’s pussy. After part of it was in, it met some resistance and Andi winced. The more that entered, the more the pressure increased until she wasn’t sure if it would go in. The pain was beginning to become not worth it when she felt something, for lack of a better word, pop. A rush of fluid gathered around the toy and the pressure evaporated. The pain was still slightly there but a lot less. “Did it happen?”

Stella was smiling and looked proud. “Yes, it happened. Congrats Andi! You’re no longer a virgin.”

Andi grinned and let herself relish in the feeling of something so deep inside her. This was it, something she had fantasized about for a while now. For a minute Stella was still letting the pain pass but now it was gone. “Hey Stella, you can move it now…”

The woman nodded and began slowly pulling it out and pumping it back in. Ever time it came back, it hit all the right spots and Andi began groaning and grinding her hips with the pace. “Yes…oh God yes!”

Taking that reaction as a good sign, Stella picked up the speed and added a low vibration. As it came back this time, the vibration rubbed against her clit. Andi screamed and began bucking her hips even more. “Harder! Faster! Oooooh yes please don’t stop!”

Stella was having a hard time controlling herself. Andi’s head was thrown back, hair splayed against the couch, c cup breasts rising and falling with each quick breath, and her hips pumping against the vibrator which was, at this point, slamming against her g-spot. Just from this sight alone Stella’s pussy was demanding attention but there was no way she could leave Andi like this. Who from the looks of things, was getting close.

“Stella…Oh God I’m close…ah!”

Stella didn’t say anything but turned up the vibration and picked up the pace with the fucking. That did the trick and with one more loud scream, Andi tensed up then melted as she came, her juices covering Stella’s hand. Andi took a couple minutes to gain her breath back but when it did she spoke up. “That’s what a true orgasm feels like?”

“Yeah…that is being fucked.”

“I loved it! Oh my gosh Stella I don’t know what to say…at first I was really shy but I think you woke up my inner nympho…thank you-it was incredible.”

“It was my pleasure…you looked really sexy thrashing around like that…”

This made Andi sit up and when she did, she caught the look on Stella’s face. Pure desperation. Then she looked down and noticed a good sized wet spot on the front of her jeans. “Looks like someone needs their turn.”

“You have no idea how horny I am right now…you wouldn’t mind…?”

Andi laughed, grabbed the vibrator, cleaned it off with a towel nearby, then turned to Stella. “I don’t mind at all. I mean it’s the least I can do…but we’re going to have to get rid of those clothes.”

Andi made quick work of Stella’s shirt and pants leaving her in a sheer black bra and a black thong. It took Andi’s breath away. “Wow…you’re gorgeous!”

“Thank you Andi…now are you going to undress me with your eyes or actually undress me? Fucking you made me kind of desperate…”

Andi chuckled and stripped off the bra, making sure to rub the already tight nipples in the process. It felt heavenly to be actually touching her. “Why should I rush…you seemed pretty content on teasing me…”

Stella gasped as Andi twisted her nipple again. “Please Andi, don’t make me wait…I teased you to make sure you would be ready but I’ve been horny all day…”

“All day?”

“I don’t like to masturbate before shows because the extra sex drive helps my performance…”

“Oh ok…so I suppose I should be nice and let you come…”

While Andi said that, she slipped off Stella’s panties giving her access to the very, very wet pussy. Stella was begging at this point. “Please I beg of you…fuck me!”

“Well alright. Since you asked so nicely.”

With that Andi picked up the vibrator, chose the medium setting, and shoved it into Stella’s cunt. Stella screamed when it rammed against her g-spot and writhed against the couch. “Yes! Oh yes right there! Oooooh!”

Proud that she figured it out, Andi kept up the pace, fucking Stella and being sure the vibration hit her clit. Stella was groaning and screaming, wanting it as fast as Andi could go. Andi slowed down for just a minute to make the impending orgasm even stronger before picking up the pace. This made Stella scream and buck widely against the toy. “Yeeeeesssss! Ah don’t stop!”

Andi smiled up at the vision before her. It was beautiful to know that she was the cause of such a powerful reaction. Just to try one more thing, she turned up the vibration setting to high and gained a scream that is lucky that it didn’t break glass. Stella’s body stopped moving and she gripped the couch as tight as she could. “Andi, oh Andi I’m so close!”

Andi reached up and licked one her nipples and with one push of the toy, Stella came and came hard. A rush of fluid covered Andi’s hand and the couch. As Stella rode the wave, her body shook from aftershocks until it finally quit. She laid back on the couch gulping for air and grinning from ear to ear. While she recovered, Andi cleaned the toy and put it back in the box it came in. When she turned back, Stella said “How did you learn that?”

“I don’t know…I guess I just followed your reactions…”

“Well you do a damn good job at reading me because that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had-hands down!…Oh Andi…this was an incredible night.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it so much…and yes, it was…but I hope things don’t become awkward for the rest of the tour…”

“Why would things become awkward?…I don’t see this as a one night stand-I really like you Andi.”

Andi smiled so hard she thought her cheeks were sore. “Oh that makes me so happy! I really like you too.”

It was Stella’s turn to smile. “Well then it’s settled…who knew a little vibrator could bring two pop stars together.”

Andi laughed then looked at the clock which read midnight. “Holy crap! It’s getting late-we should head to the bus…and put some clothes on.”

Stella giggled and reached for her discarded bra. “If we have to…”

After a minute of dressing, and kissing, they grabbed their stuff and got on the bus. It was perfect timing because their driver had just got on two. A man in his fifties that treated the women like granddaughters. “Evening girls. Heard the show went really well.”

Stella smiled and Andi answered “yeah it did Earl. Are you gonna be ok driving this late? We don’t mind leaving in the morning.”

The man shook his head, already getting behind the wheel. “Can’t have you two be late for your next spot. Besides, I’ve spent most of the day sleeping so I should be fine…” Seeing the concern on Andi’s face he added “I’ll pull over if I get sleepy.”

That seemed to sooth their minds so goodnights were exchanged and the girls retired to their bed. They had been sharing a bed before but this was different. Behind the safety of the curtain, the new couple stripped naked and climbed into bed, holding each other and cuddling. This was the start to a beautiful relationship.

The next morning, Andi woke to the bus not moving. Looking over at the clock she saw that it was ten which indicated they were in Cudahy. She tried to go back to sleep but couldn’t so she just laid down relaxing. In the process, she realized that last night’s experiences weren’t a dream. Stella was sleeping on her back, her hair draped over the white pillow, and her supple breasts gently rising and falling with each dream filled breath. ‘She is so beautiful’ thought Andi. Never in her wildest dreams did she think this would happen but she was so grateful it did. She would have been content to watch her sleep all morning but nature called. Being careful, she slipped out of bed and into the tiny bus bathroom. About a minute later she emerged finding Stella propped up on her elbows, her eyes sleepy. Andi smiled at the sight. “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“You didn’t. I just woke up but got confused when you were gone…”

“Well I’m back. And the bathroom is free.”

Andi laid back down while Stella used the bathroom but when she came back it was hard to focus. Stella’s hair had been disheveled from the night’s sleep and standing up gave Andi a perfect view of her gorgeous body. Stella put a hand on her hip. “What’s up? You’re staring…”

“I can’t help it…you look amazing right now and I can barely contain myself…”

“Well then I better help with that.”

Stella pounced onto the bed, capturing Andi’s lips with a fierce kiss. The woman moaned and kissed back just as hard, running her hands up and down Stella’s back. With a slight shift in position, Stella was laying on top of Andi and their sensitive nipples were rubbing together, as well as their pussies. The two girls groaned at the contact and broke away for air. Stella spoke first. “It’s incredible how quickly you can make me wet. I love the feel of your body…”

“And I love the feel of yours…but there’s something I want to try. Can you shift your body up here?”

Stella was confused at first but eventually caught on. She quickly brought her pussy over to Andi’s face, sitting on her mouth. “Is this ok?”

Andi just nodded before slowly licking up and down. Going agonizingly slow and alternating between licks and gentle bites. Stella moaned and began slightly squirming. “Ugh…you’re really good at that.”

Andi smiled as best she could through the soaked pussy and continued her torment. Being sure she covered every inch of this new territory. Every little sound and ever pulse that Stella made was driving Andi up the wall. One of her biggest fantasies was to bring a woman to orgasm by using her mouth and it was coming true. But evidently not fast enough for Stella. “Please Andi, go faster…you’re killing me here.”

Andi just chuckled and very softly grazed a tooth over Stella’s clit causing the woman to whimper and lean forward. In the midst of shuddering from arousal, Andi took advantage of this new position to lick and suck on a hard nipple. Stella moaned even louder from this, her hips grinding back and forth trying to find relief. Andi wasn’t ready to give in just yet but what surprised her was how horny she was becoming. Her pussy wasn’t being touched but it was screaming for release. She just chalked it up to the act of licking her girlfriend’s pussy. Without any warning, she began licking her pussy as fast as she could. Stella screamed and bucked her hips. “Yes! Oh god yes!”

Andi moaned loudly as well for she could feel an orgasm approaching. The two women were screaming, right on the edge when they heard the door of the bus slam open. Stella cursed and jumped off Andi, throwing on her robe. Andi did the same, trembling from arousal. She was so close and didn’t know how long she could hold out without cumming. Right as soon as the robe was on, Jack came into the room. “Oh thank God you’re up. I’m so sorry girls but a last minute breakfast meeting came up and it’s in twenty minutes. Normally I’d tell them you two were busy but publicity like this could be really good for tonight’s show…can you be ready?”

Stella tried controlling her breathing but her body was twitching. Obviously not being able to speak, Andi piped up with a shaky voice. “Do-do we have to go?”

“I’m afraid so. We’re right in front of the building so get cleaned up and meet me inside…again I’m sorry.”

With that he left the bus leaving the girls in a state of extreme frustration. Stella spoke first, sighing loudly. “I don’t care how late we’ll be! I need to cum!”

“I know…I do too but what’s gonna happen if it gets out that we missed it?…Jack’s right, we can’t have people thinking we’re divas…”

“Fuck you’re right…but how are we gonna get through a breakfast as horny as we are?”

“I guess we’ll have to just deal…fuck this sucks!”

So the couple got dressed, groaning as their tight jeans rubbed tantalizingly against their tortured cunts. Lastly hair and makeup and they were on their way to the meeting, finding even walking a nightmare. Before they walked into the room, Stella stopped Andi. Do you think it’d be ok if I ducked into the bathroom real quick?”

“Ohhh no. If I can’t cum, neither can you…besides, they know we’re here.”

The two women tried to look as confident as they could but inside everything was on fire. Jack smiled and waved them over to the table, seating them next to him. At the meeting it was Danny, the owner of their record deal, and Sam, the owner of the stage where tonight’s concert will be held. They had called the meeting to talk about tonight’s show-there were some technicalities that hadn’t been finalized. As hellos were exchanged, a buffet of food was rolled in. Right now, food was the last thing on Stella and Andi’s minds but they tried to seem interested. Andi’s arousal level hadn’t gone down much but it wasn’t as intense. However Stella’s was still just as strong. She kept squirming in the chair not being able to find a comfortable position. Her clit was puffed up and rubbing against her panties, only making her wetter. Her nipples were rock hard and threatening to poke through even her bra. All of this stimulation and no orgasm was causing her toes to curl in agony. Andi had to jab her side to get her attention. “Stella, they’re asking you a question.”

Stella snapped out of her trance and looked over at the three men. “Sorry, just tired. What were you saying?”

Sam, the stage owner, asked again “How would you feel about adding an extra song to your opening? Last night’s show was a little short and I want to give the audience something to think about when Andi comes on.”

Somehow Stella pulled herself together enough to answer. “That’d be fine. I love performing but how would we make it work? We haven’t rehearsed that yet.”

This time Jack spoke up. “Well you’re in luck. After this meeting we scheduled a last minute rehearsal for you two. One for you Stella, to work in that extra song, and one for you Andi, to polish off your choreography.”

The girls almost whimpered at that statement. Their plan was to get through this meeting as quickly as they could then find somewhere to relieve their aching desires but now even that was being taken away. Trying not to sound pissed, she said “How long is this rehearsal going to be? I like to relax before a show.”

“A few hours or so. Stella’s rehearsal won’t take as long but I don’t know how much the dancers want to go over with you Andi.”

After that, breakfast was over and the meeting was adjourned. The girls then found out the rehearsal was starting in a few minutes so no time for doing anything. Which meant they were on their way to exploding from frustration. While walking to the stage, Andi felt so guilty. If she had just stopped teasing and gone faster Stella could have had a chance of finishing before Jack barged in. But it felt so good Andi didn’t want to rush it. And now they were paying the price. Stella looked over at Andi, her eyes still smoky. “What’s up?”

“I just feel so bad…I should have gotten you off without putting it off…”

“Hey, don’t beat yourself up. Am I about to explode? Yes but you couldn’t have known Jack was gonna drag us to that meeting…I promise I’m not mad. I just hope to God there’s nothing planned after this rehearsal.”

Andi smiled weakly and squeezed her lover’s hand. “Me too…and thanks.”

Within a few minutes the girls walked into the venue and tried to forget about the morning. Andi took a seat and watched Stella prepare to sing. First up was the song that they were adding. A song by Stella called Come On. Go figure, a sexy song. As the music began, Stella began sensually swaying her hips. No doubt channeling all that frustration. And watching this performance was really getting to Andi. Normally during rehearsals or concerts, she couldn’t really watch Stella because she was doing other things but now she could just take it all in. The song was about a guy teasing a girl about a relationship and the girl not taking it anymore. Begging him to ‘come on’ and finish what he started. Andi couldn’t help but feel like that song was being sung to her and it was having a strong effect on her body. The edge she had snuck away from this morning was back full force. Her cunt was gushing, most likely leaving a wet spot and her clit was yelling like a stubborn little kid. Stella was singing with all her might and rocking her body in all the right ways. But towards the end of the song something strange happened. Her voice slightly fluctuated and her hips twitched. As Andi watched, her mouth dropped open as she realized Stella was having an orgasm on stage. All the pent up stimulation finally broke. But what got Andi really hot and bothered was how Stella handled it. Her voice surprisingly didn’t change but her body came alive. To anyone else it would look like killer dance moves but in reality it was a strong orgasm racking her body. Then just as the song ended, so did the orgasm. Stella panted, her eyes bright and grinning from ear to ear. Taking a cue from the band, she jumped off the stage and ran over to Andi who was trembling once again. Her girlfriend seemed to notice. “I’m guessing from your reaction you noticed that…”

“Oh yeah…I can’t believe you came right on stage but it was so hot!…how do you feel?”

“A lot better…still horny but it’s not as strong…I wish I could help you…”

“Me too-oh they’re calling me…you suck.”

Stella laughed. “Sorry.”

The girls made the switch and Andi hopped on the stage. Luckily there was only one song they had to go over-the song with the most dancing. This song was sexy, strong, and had a lot of choreography. As Andi danced and rocked the song, her body was going crazy. Every move was stimulating and an orgasm was just one little touch away. But as the performance went on, she couldn’t quiet get there. So when it ended, she didn’t care what anyone said. She ran off the stage, grabbed Stella’s hand, and dragged her to the bathroom and into a stall. “You. Me. Sex. Now!”

Stella’s eyes widened and she grinned. “Wow…I’m not used to you taking such charge. But who am I to say no?”

Both girls pulled their shirts and bras up and discarded jeans and panties. Then, as if reading each other’s minds, Andi pushed Stella up against the wall, wrapped her legs around her waist, and began rubbing her pussy against her lover’s cunt. When this contact happened, both girls moaned loudly and went faster. Breast against breast, clit against clit and it was heavenly. In the heat of the moment, Stella bit into Andi’s shoulder causing the woman to cry out in ecstasy. “Oh Stella! Yes!”

As their pussies ground together, sensations swirled around through their body, making them get lost to desire. Andi however was the first to let go. Her long awaited orgasm hit her like a Mac truck and she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming out. She gripped Stella’s hips as her body tensed, trembling as all the frustration broke free into release. “Stella oooooh!” As Andi’s body rode the aftershocks, Stella came. Shuddering and gasping from the strength of it all. She bucked her hips against Andi’s one last time and slumped against the wall. They gulped for air and tried to get a grip on reality. Once heart rates calmed down, Andi brought Stella back to her feet and grinned. “I feel so much better…and slightly dizzy.”

Stella laughed and brushed hair out of her face. “I feel the same…thank you for that.”

After sharing one last kiss, the girls dressed, cleaned themselves up, then left the bathroom for lunch. Jack saw them and gave them a ‘what the hell’ look. Stella just chuckled and replied “Sorry. There was a long line at the bathroom.”

Jack nodded and walked away causing Andi to fall into a fit of giggles. “Oh if only he knew. Hehehe…”

After lunch the time was three and it was four hours away from the show. This meant the girls were off to Stella’s favorite things about show days-hair, makeup, and wardrobe. Not that Andi didn’t like being pampered but Stella was more into that thing. Once in the studio, Amy, Stella’s artist, greeted her with a warm smile. “Ah just the woman I needed to see. How are we feeling today?”

Stella beamed and plopped herself into a chair. “Great! And excited to see what you do today.”

“Well I got something pretty up my sleeve. It’ll really glitter under the lights.”

While Amy got to work, Andi’s artist walked in whose name was Martha. An hour later the girls were glittery finished with hair and makeup. Stella’s hair was left down but instead of straight like it normally is, it was curled giving it a bounce whenever Stella moved. As for makeup, smoky eyes and red lipstick. Andi had to remind herself that they weren’t alone because her girlfriend looked so sexy. “Wow Stella, you look incredible. I love the curly hair!”

Amy’s face lit up proudly and Stella grinned. “Thank you! I think I’m growing fond of it myself. And you look pretty good yourself.”

For this night, Andi’s hair was in an off the shoulder braid with sparkly hair accessories making her head shine. The makeup was simple but done up enough so the lights didn’t down it out. Next, it was onto wardrobe. Walking into the room with all the outfit choices, it occurred to Andi that she wore a lot of dresses on stage. Wanting to change things up, she requested that different choices be brought in. Stella noticed this. “Not going to show off those amazing legs?”

Andi blushed and hoped it wasn’t noticeable. “I wear dresses too much so I need to shake things up. Don’t worry, I’ve got something hot in mind…what about you? You can never make up your mind when it comes to this.”

“That’s because we have such beautiful clothes! How’s a girl supposed to choose? Plus…I tend to imagine how it’ll feel on stage so it’s mental elimination.”

As Stella searched through the racks, Andi saw her more hardcore clothes arrive. Leather jackets, heels, boots, tight shirts, and jeans. As the clothes came in, she was told to choose two outfits for the evening. The first one came to her eye instantly. A tight, faded white shirt that had been torn slightly causing the a portion of the stomach to exposed. Immediately costume director began apologizing profusely until Andi stopped her. “No it’s ok…actually, I love it! It looks really cool…I think I’ll pair it with my dark blue leather jacket, black skinny jeans, and…boots.”

The second outfit was a red, leather mini skirt, a black tank top, and black heels. Over on Stella’s side of the outfit room, she was only choosing one outfit which ended up being a tight, green dress that ended a little above the knees and boots. By the time they had finished dressing and the designers had finished making alterations, it was five. Leaving the room, Andi gazed at Stella. “You definitely chose the right outfit my dear. You look stunning!”

“Oh Andi thank you! But you’re the hot one here. I mean last week you didn’t even look at that stuff but look at you now…it’s incredible what sex can do to a person.”

Andi blushed for the second time that evening but enjoyed the comment none the less. Next they were off to help the band set up and get a feel for this venue’s stage. It was on the bigger side and the audience would be able to see them from all angles. Stella’s eyes suddenly lit up. “Hey! I wonder if Jake will be here tonight.”


“The guy that sent you our little friend…”

“O-oh him…I forgot about that…well if he is, he’ll get an eyeful of us.”

The rest of the preparation flew by and before Stella knew it, she was on. She has been performing since she was a kid but tonight felt different. Instead of just trying to entertain the audience, she was trying to impress Andi. Even though they were already together, the thought of her backstage drooling over the show made Stella very happy and horny. During one of the songs, she rubbed her hands up and down her body and remembered how it felt to have her lover do that. For a second she lost herself in erotic thoughts but brought herself back. The sexual frustration made her singing more sensual but if she wasn’t careful she’d fall off the stage. By the time the end of her act came, she was wishing Andi didn’t have to go on. This new relationship was making her insatiable. Stella bowed then made her way backstage, seeing Andi prepping herself to go on. Just to be a tease, Stella walked by Andi and smacked her ass. The woman jumped and looked over at Stella who just winked. Grinning, the two women locked eyes before Andi took her place with the band. After a few songs, the concert was going really well. The audience was screaming really loudly and Andi wasn’t missing a beat. The ass spanking did throw her off at first but she knew tonight would be very fun. At the halfway point, she ducked into a hidden closet just off stage and did the magic pop star outfit change. Actually it was several different people taking charge of different pieces of clothing. A minute later, she ran back onstage in the second outfit. Andi had to stifle a laugh when she saw some guys in the front row almost lose their eyes. They probably had a good view up skirt but for some reason, that didn’t bother her. After her experiences with Stella, she was more willing to embrace her inner sexuality. And later tonight she would embrace her. It seemed like Andi was constantly horny but that made things more fun. When the show ended, she controlled herself long enough to bow and wave before running off stage and pulling Stella into a hug. “Oh tonight was amazing!”

July 2018
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