QUICKIE: GROUPIES

Two college-aged band fanatics get it up the Her-shey highway

Tamara and I were obsessed with getting backstage to see our favourite boy band, The Cruise. 

We hadn't thought it out. Still, we had heard from a friend of a friend that it was possible to slip backstage after a major concert when everyone had gone home, and the security went into post-performance drinking mode — their guard down.

We were sneak experts at getting out of our homes late at night. We had strict parents, but here was a chance in a lifetime, and we took it.

We knew the venue where The City Dance Eisteddfods were held each year.

After the fantastic gig, we confidentially went through the hallway warren backstage until we hit two Roadies. 

Wow, were they big guys? 

Tammy and I were petite, both barely hitting five feet in chunky heels.

"Oh, Groupies, eh! You tarts, you never learn, access to the band, back here, tighter than your pretty little arses," said the one with a shaved chrome dome, probably about age thirty.

"Careful, Joel," said the other big guy with a man bun but great muscles and a clear six-pack under his black T-shirt, "Jailbait."

Maybe he was forty?

"Oh, excuse us!" said Tammy indignantly. 

Hands-on her hips before adding, "We were both eighteen three months back. Show him your ID, Issy."

God, that stupid tart, Tam, as if I'd show them my ID and risk arrest on a trespass charge.

 I knew we had to get out of there. I took a backward step.

"What did you think you'd get, the chance to blow off Jed or Miles? You want the inside goss ladies — The frickin Cruise are gay — they only suck off guys; they only like bareback bedroom rodeo," said the shaved-headed guy.

It was worse than hearing that the Easter Bunny and Santa weren't real as a youngster. 

There were rumours of Jed's and Miles's predilections, but true fan girls ignore what they believe is trash talk about their idols. 

A Roadie shattered our dream.

"Tell you what, girls, you want cock. We two big boys have more to offer you than the Cruise — sopranos twinkies. Come on, sweeties; don't be shy; it's just a zipper away," said the confident prick with a man bun.

Confident now, he knew we were both not jailbait but only frustrated groupies.

I mean, here were Tammy and me, so petite. 

Given our stature, we liked guys closing in on six feet but tended to attract those around five feet five.

Here we were in the land of the giants, two Roadies towering above six. 

I don't know about Tammy, but I wanted to know if they were packing more than six inches in their pants. 

There was only one way to find out.

Tammy was momentarily shocked as she saw me unzip the man bun's pants and flop out a more than standard-size pecker and tug it around. 

I saw the bald dude; give my girlfriend the come-on to his pants, and the slut was in this too quickly.

I was sucking off the Roadie with gusto. Keen youthful engagement with big cock. 

I wanted a pecker backstage. I had a huge one in my mouth. 

I turned slightly as I heard Tammy gag, and I nearly did, too. 

God, the chrome dome Roadie was over-endowered. 

I mean, Tammy had a stuffed mouthful, and there was cock to spare.

We were two real trashy girls, sucking off two guys together in a narrow corridor just a couple of doors away from The Cruise. 

I mean, we both loved cock; we talked about sex, but we had never had sex together like this. We were getting the guys off, but getting each other off, watching our girlfriend take head.

We got what a groupie goes looking for, cock, but we got more than just sucking off a guy backstage. 

Our short dresses, tight tops, and knee-high leather boots were no defence to prowling strong, dominant male hands. 

We were bent over, facing each other, as our skirts were flipped up, our knickers dropped around our ankles and in tandem; because we moaned appreciably together and saw the satisfied look in each other's eyes, we were dogged fast and rapidly.

"Ugh, ugh!" Tammy moaned.

Locked in lust, I pashed her mouth.

The hands on my hips stopped me, knocking into Tam's jaw.

Strong hands held her hips, too. 

I don't know how good it was for my girlfriend, but I was slut fucked. My pussy was jagged into. It was forceful but nice. 

Nice, No, it was blissfully whorish.

The pleasure escalated in me and Tammy. She was moaning. 

"Aah, aah, aah!"

Okay, I squealed, " Fugh! Fugh!"

She had a super big dick in her, but mine was the biggest I'd ever had, too, so I wasn't jealous. 

The cocks were super-sized, and we were so excited that we both had our first vaginal orgasms. We could tell because of the pleasurable yelps we both released nearly simultaneously.

"Oooh, oooh!" from my girlfriend.

" Orrgh! Ugh!" from me.

"Swap 'em," said the dude with the man bun, "let's toss a hotdog down their hallways!"

Suddenly two fingers jagged into my arse with more force than a guitar smashed on stage.

"Ooof, oh my, raah, uuh!" I squealed.

Tammy hit the high notes as fingers gouged her arse next to me.

"Raagh! Sheez! Ugh! Ugh!"

As a King-Kong schlong penetrated my tight tushie, quicker than a rockstar snorts stardust, I yelped, "Uaah! Oh my God! Uaah! Raah! Gwad! Oof!"

My girlfriend's cute butthole was stuffed snugger than a trussed turkey.

I saw her wince as she squealed, "Hngg! Hngg!"

My arse was pounded like a manic speedcore beat. My petite heinie was nailed, flailed, drilled and ploughed by a massive, long, thick beef injection.

"Oof! Ugh! Nnghh! Orrgh! Ooh! OOh!" I cried.

"Give the tarts a mouthful as an encore," said the chrome dome.

We were true head-bangers as our mouths were skull fucked.

The guys had us on our knees side by side, and the two giants — cum showered — our faces with loads of warm flying jizz.

The two big dudes yanked up our panties, zipped away their cock, and manhandled us quickly straight past The Cruise's dressing room and down the corridor steps and out the emergency exit. 

The door slammed behind us.

Tammy and I were in a poorly lit alley, the one allowing Roadie vehicles access to the venue.

As we wiped congealed jizz globs from each other's faces, I said, "Next concert, I'm going straight for the Roadies."

"Me too," said Tammy, offering me her sticky fingers.

Of course, I sucked them off.