After a long week at work, Friday night had finally arrived. The band I play for, the M.E. Groves Band, was booked to play the weekend at Benny’s, a popular watering hole and "meet market" a few blocks from my home.
We got our gear in and set up. Nick, our sound man, ran through his checks and pronounced us good to go. Davy, the bassist and my b*****r, picked up his Fender Jazz and ran through a few scales, listening to the monitors and adjusting his settings. I strapped on my Telecaster and joined him, and before long Liam, the lead guitarist was there with his Paul Reed Smith, while Mickey, the drummer, sat down behind his vintage Ludwig drums.
Our vocalist and sometime guitarist/keyboardist Michelle took the mike at center stage, but declined to do any warmup vocals. She’s a hot little blond spinner, and was wearing tight jeans and a silk blouse The cheers and whistles that accompanied her arrival were appreciated and drew a shy smile, but otherwise fell on deaf ears. She’s been with Davy for years, and they’re practically married. No action from her for the boys in the crowd….
The crowd was happy and on their way to being liquored up, and we were feeling good. We launched into our first set, and knocked it out of the park. The folks were shaking it down to the fast numbers, grinding to the slow ones, and drinking a lot in between. Of course, the waitresses dropped off a few notes for members of the band, and there were the inevitable drinks sent by well-meaning, clueless, and/or horny patrons for the player of their choice.
I spotted a girl in the crowd who really caught my attention. She was about average height, with long, dark hair, milky white skin, and wearing a tight black dress. She was wearing old-fashioned black stockings, the kind with the line up the back, that only made her look that much more desirable. Her dress clung to her, and I could see she had big, smooth, muscular thighs, a nice set of hips, and a nice round ass. Her dress molded sweetly to her high, proud boobs and she was DEFINITELY high-beaming. Her nipples protruded fetchingly through the fabric of her dress, and I began to think of what it might be like to take them in my mouth. But not too much…. the customers were having a good time, and I couldn’t afford to fuck up one of the songs. She noticed me looking, and gave me a slow, sensual, entirely slutty smile that made me feel a little lightheaded. Normally, I live for gigs, but I started to anticipate the end of the set.
Set one ended, and it was break time. We went to our usual table at the back of the room while Nick plugged his Ipod into the PA, playing some background tunes for the audience. We read through the notes sent on napkins, receipts, and what have you by the crowd, laughing at some, cringing at others, but not terribly intrigued by any. We drank the drinks, and if we knew who sent them, sent back thanks with the waitress. As usual, the majority of the come-ons were for Michelle and Mickey. Mickey, who is half Cree Indian and looks it with his long, black hair, really catches the babes’ attention. He’s been married since his late teens to his wife Eve, though, and she’s a knockout. None of the girls in the crowd ever go home with Mickey.
I called over Kate, one of the waitresses. She came over, and started with, "Hi Dean, what can I get ya?" I pointed out the girl in the black. She was seated at a table alone, and caught my eye again.
"Invite her over for the break. Take her order for a drink, if she wants one," I said. " and bring me a Cuervo gold with a lime and salt."
Kate wove her way through the audience to invite her, and I saw her smile, nod, and begin to thread her way through the happy bunch to our little table.
I stood to greet her. "Hi. We’re the M.E. Groves Band. I’m Dean, rhythm guitar; and vocals, as necessary." Gesturing to my bandmates, I introduced them one by one. "Here’s Michelle, lead vocals and backup keys and strings. Liam, lead guitar and vocals. Davy, bass guitar and vocals. Nick, our sound guy. And last but not least, our drummer Mickey". She smiled, then laughed a little and shook my hand playfully. "I’m Lucy. You don’t need to give me the tourist spiel, you know. Nice to meet you all. Killer show!" My bandmates and I all grinned, nodded and mumbled our thanks, embarrassed as always by the praise, even though we knew we’d rocked the joint. Kate bounced over with a couple of drinks for me and my new friend Lucy, then disappeared back into the sea of thirsty customers.
Lucy met my eye with her startlingly frank gaze once again, peering over the edge of her beer glass as she had a sip. I began to feel a definite lust for her, and an awakening stirring in my prick. I decided to try for a little alone time with her. "Hey Lucy, it’s kind of hot in here. Noisy, too. You want to step out with me for some air? Get to know each other?" She shot me another stunning smile, replied, "Sure, Dean… I’d really like to learn some more about you, too." and took my hand. I was slightly startled, but delighted.
We began to head for one of the back entrances. "Wait up, wait up…. we’ll come, too," said Davy, taking Michelle’s hand and stepping behind us. I shot him a withering gaze when I thought no one was looking, and he just shrugged, palms up, making a quizzical expression meaning, "What the fuck?"
We stepped out the entrance door, which had an alcove leading directly into an alleyway. There were three more alcoves leading into Benny’s, plus several more old brick buildings with alcoves in the same alley. Davy piped up, "Y’know, maybe you and Lucy should go on ahead, Dean. Michelle and I are gonna stay behind and, uhhhh- inspect the masonry." "NICE euphemism, Davy," added Michelle, "And we get that you’d like to be alone. So would we." With that, she turned to face Davy, and leaned up to meet his kiss as his hands dropped to her waist. Leaving them behind in the alcove, and soon hearing the unmistakeable sounds of heavy kissing, Lucy and I walked slowly down the alley. The pavement was damp, and there was a lot of noise from air conditioning and restaurant fans, but at least it was cool outside. We walked down a couple of buildings, swinging our linked hands playfully, and I stepped into an alcove. Now, we couldn’t see Davy or Michelle at all; nor could they see us.
"So why did you bring me to- this place, Dean? What are you looking for?" inquired Lucy, her sharp, inquisitive gaze directly on my face again. She sure was good-looking. And that body… I couldn’t stop stealing glimpses at her long, smooth thighs, her hips, her perky breasts….and those naughty nipples, straining the fabric of that little black dress. I began to get an unbidden hard-on, but couldn’t help myself. I got a sudden hunch about this girl, and decided to go for broke. Meeting that direct gaze (but struggling to reply past a nervous lump in my throat), I replied, "I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off you since we first saw each other. I want to make you; right here, right now. I want to tongue you all over. I want to fuck you good!"
She continued to look at me for a moment longer, expression unreadable. I braced myself for a slap, but none came. Finally, the slow, sexy smile again. "Well Dean, I like a man who knows what he wants, and how to take charge. What are you going to do with me?"
Enough talk.
I slid my hands up her ribcage, stopping short of her marvelous tits, but then sliding them down to rest on her magnificent hips. Pulling her close, I kissed her hard with an open mouth, my tongue playing lightly over hers. My hands explored her body restlessly as we necked like high school k**s. I cupped them under her soft, smooth ass, ran them up her spine, traced my fingertips over the lines of her pelvis. From there, I eased them up to those alluring boobs. I gently, SO gently, cupped them, then ran my fingers over them, fingertips whispering over the soft fabric of her dress. I found her nipples with my roving fingertips, and was delighted to find that she had puffy areolae, and big, raging nipples. My cock was standing at full attention now, straining for release as I drew her tight once again and kissed her hard, receiving her passionate kiss in response. My hard-on was pressed tight against her belly, but she didn’t shy away; instead seeming to welcome its lustful touch.
I knelt before her. She looked down at me, panting heavily, eyes glazed over with lust at how this stranger had turned her on. I slid my hands slowly up her smooth, strong thighs, savoring the texture of her stockings as I slipped my fingers beneath her dress. I eased the hem of her dress upward….. She wore a garter for her stockings, but wasn’t wearing any panties. Excitement leaped into my throat. She took the edge of her dress and held it just below the swell of her tits, allowing me to see everything in the soft light of the alcove. Her belly had a nice little curve to it, and curved smoothly down toward her crotch. She was somewhat hairy, with black hair at the "v" where her crotch met her legs; and softly blanketing her Venus mound. "Tip your hips forward a little," I whispered throatily, and she complied. Her pussy entered my view, exposing pretty pink labia and a juicy, engorged little clit. Enticing drops of moisture clung to her labia, inviting me in for a taste.
I kissed and licked her soft, perfect belly as my hand slid further up her thigh. Cupping my hand under it, I breathed, "Throw that leg over my shoulder, Lucy." She looked at me questioningly, but before she could reply, I said, "Do you want to be laid down HERE? No. Throw it over my shoulder." She did, and I adjusted her position a little to give me the best access. What a view, her awesome thigh by my cheek, and her happy vagina right in my face….
I placed a small kiss on her clit and teased her labes a little with my free hand. Her breath hitched a little, and then her fevered panting resumed. Her hands roamed over my hair, caressing and then pulling a little as I ran my finger around her labia and began flicking her erect clitoris with fluttery butterfly licks of my tongue- back and forth, up and down, searching for a rhythm and a pattern that pleased her. Finding a pattern that seemed to work for her, I concentrated on enjoying her response as I dined on her juicy treat, tongue ever teasing her clit as she began to build toward her orgasm. Just to add the icing to the cake, I removed my finger from her soaking labia and slid it between them and down, to slide gently into her now-drenched cunt…
My finger just disappeared. I slipped in the middle finger alongside it, then the ring finger. Finally, I withdrew my hand totally, a little taken aback. This chick’s cunt hole was HUGE. "….Dean??" her voice came tremulously through her heaving chest, "…please??" She said no more. I said nothing. I knew what to do, even though my six-inch prick was never going to stuff that cavern full of meat….
Rolling my fingers around my thumb to make a roughly conical shape, I slipped my hand up her gaping hole and began once again to lick her clit in earnest, pistoning my fingers in and out of her sucking hole as her wetness ran down my hand in streams. The sloppy, wet sounds filled my ears as her breath caught once more. I held my rhythm as she sailed over the edge into orgasm, her big, messy pussy clasping as the waves of pleasure ran through her. She moaned her delight softly as she came. She came again…. and then, again. I was hugely turned on. Her big, juicy fuck hole was oozing all over my hand, and I pulled it slowly back out. I lowered her leg again, and held my hand up, slyly licking her juices from it. She seized me and pulled me to her, showering bruising kisses all over my lips that still had her essence all over them, kissing them clean, while inarticulate cries of pleasure "mmm, mmm, mmm" slipped out from between our interlocked lips. Finally, we stopped and she met my lusting gaze.
I leaned forward and, lips brushing her ear, whispered, "I want to FUCK you…. I’m so going to fuck you, Lucy!" "Yeah…" she sighed. I put her hands on my pants, and she released the catch then opened the fly, allowing them to slip to the brick floor of the alcove. I yanked my underwear down. My hard-on pulsed and raged in the cool air between us, aching to go in the place between those fantastic thighs. If she felt any doubts about whether my "little" average cock could get the job done, she kept them to herself.
I flipped her dress up once more. "Hop up," I whispered to her, "and throw your legs around my back." She did, and I cupped my hands under that big, beautiful ass of hers. I leaned her shoulders against the door of the alcove, and guiding her with my hands on her ass, tilted her pelvis gently forward. Now I could see her whole cunt…. the soft black hair, the pink labia, the gaping, dripping vaginal hole…. my aching cock oozed a thick drop of pre-come, which emerged from the rigidly erect head to slide down my shaft.
She took my prick into her soft hand, stroking it but only a little, then slowly, SO slowly, guiding it up inside her dripping fuck hole. It felt indescribably good inside her. Not tight, but hot, juicy, and inviting. I thrust my cock the rest of the way inside her, and her big hole even gaped around the base of my prick, covering it and my balls with warm wetness. I groaned aloud in my pleasure. Suddenly, Davy’s faint voice came drifting down the alleyway. "GO for it, Dean!"
"Oh my God, we can’t, I can’t…." Lucy began. "Oh, come ON," I hissed, "I’m up to my balls in your fuckin’ cunt, girl! You want me to stop NOW?"
She was obviously, VERY obviously, still into it… but mortified with embarrassment. I was determined to come, no matter what. "I met them," she whispered lamely. "Don’t tell me you’re a damned cock tease, Lucy…. just don’t. And we’re not having a debate. I’m still balls-deep in your cunt, and I’m not pulling out until I’ve fucked your hole good and I come!" I began to thrust in and out of her, my cock making wet, juicy sounds in her dripping, sloppy hole. "Oh no, Dean, don’t come in me…. I have to go back through Benny’s!"
I responded by thrusting in and out of her hot, yielding wetness as fast as I could, bottoming hard each thrust, spreading her mons around the base of my dick each time I bottomed. I swear, despite her protests, she kept getting wetter. My cock was in steamy, loose heaven. If she was REALLY against getting rammed until I came into her, she had a funny way of showing it- she even rocked her hips to meet my thrusts. Finally, the stimulation, the excitement, the scent of happy cunt, her luscious body in my hands- it was all too much to hold back any more. I felt that faint spark at the base of my prick that means it’s almost time to shoot off. A warm glow of pleasure surrounded my cock as it plunged her sloshy cunt hard, the head swelling. The pleasure was almost too much as I finally shot into her, bottoming out as I spewed a monster, creamy, steamy load up inside her. I couldn’t help groaning aloud once again as I emptied myself into her. "GET her, Dean," laughed Davy’s faraway voice and to Lucy’s obvious horror, there was a musical chuckle from Michelle, too.
Once I got my breathing under control, I raised Lucy’s ass and pulled out of her with a slight syrupy pop. I set her down, and went to lean over to pull up my underwear and pants. "Oh my God, what am I gonna do?" she asked, looking at me with an agonized expression. Her cheeks and forehead were glowing bright red. "Meaning what, Lucy?" She stared back. "Meaning, how am I going to go back in there, past all your friends, when they all know you just plowed me, in this dirty fucking alley, for all I’m worth? I can’t go in there, smelling like a come dump! And what’s Michelle going to say to Mickey? He’ll probably announce it over your PA!"
I thought for a moment. It was difficult, since I was still a little weak in the knees from my efforts, and shooting that huge load into her cunt. That same load was now dripping freely out of her big pussy, splattering in big drops to the bricks. Finally, I got it. "Oh, MICKEY’s not M.E. Groves." I gave a little laugh. "That would be Michelle. Michelle Elizabeth Groves." "You mean, you just hammered me practically in front of your BAND LEADER? Oh, I’m fuckin’ mortified!" she gasped.
"Well, if you were looking for action, maybe you shouldn’t have gone commando," I suggested, then stopped when she gave me a blistering look. "Well, what did you EXPECT me to do? You’re smoking hot! And I really love big pussy." She seemed nonplussed by that, and while she was wrestling with that, I bent and ripped off my underwear. I extended it to her on the tip of one finger. She glared sharply at me, then seized it. I bent to pull up my pants while she began cleaning up. It was a big job, so I offered to help.
"Oh never MIND," she snapped, "I’ve done it before!" I looked at the ground. "I’m sorry," I began. She tossed the come-y underwear into the alley. "DON’T say you’re sorry," she replied angrily, then softened. "You really went off like that because you think I’m hot?"
"Who wouldn’t?" I rejoined. "I couldn’t help kind of-using you- to get off… I was just too turned on."
"Well, I still have to run the gauntlet… my purse under the bar, and my car’s out front. Maybe we’d better go in separately. And, LEAVE separately." She had put herself back together amazingly well, and you’d never know she’d been drilled and filled for all she was worth…. unless you were close enough to get a whiff of sex.
She turned to leave, and I put my hand on her waist, turning her back to face me. She looked up at me with that candid, questioning way of hers. I held out my card- with my home phone- to her. I half-expected her to pitch it into the alley. She took it and walked away.
(This story is a fantasy about hooking up with xhamster member Loosepussygal).