Group Sex Lusty Lynn - Sexy Biker Nurse

"What's the matter Lynn," Bear asked, showing a note of playfulness in his tone, " a black man can't roadie for a metal band from Britain?"

He had a tone of mock outrage and indignation that made Lynn laugh. He had his arm around Nancy with one of his giant bear paws palming the reddish brown GILF's left tit but he was looking right at Lynn and flirting hard. He could smell she was as excited... most likely by the cowpoke up on the stage, still slaying the fuck out of the audience. She could sense this twenty-two (possibly twenty three) year old black man wasn't just a flirt... he fucked women and with a confidence that let him get away with almost anything short of homicide. He looked up at the stage and cocked one eyebrow saying,

"You like Justin do yah?"

"Oh fuck," Lynn said shooting a look back at the cowboy fantasy plucking away on his guitar like a heavy metal magician, "he is amazing!"

"Mmmm Okay," Bear said with a thoughtful note like he was adding some figures in his head, "stick close to me and Nancy. Maybe Bear can lead you to the honey tree,"

"Play your cards right Lynn," Nancy said in between hits of tequila, "and this guy might be able to get us back-stage!"

"Really? Lynn asked wide-eyed.

She was met by another cocked eyebrow from the black giant as he pawed and groped Nancy's tit beneath her jacket; a wry smile spreading across his lips. He nodded; looking about as if he was going to need to demonstrate his power. He then released Nancy and instead seized the hands of both women up in his. He caressed their pretty nurse hands with his sausage sized thumbs for a moment, (just before shoving them down inside his loose trouser pockets).

"Feel THAT?" he said to Lynn with more of that wry smile directed her way.

Lynn didn't exactly know what to say. She did feel THAT... for damned sure! It reminded her of things from years before when she'd contemplated going into veterinary medicine but had been squeamish around cattle and horses when breeding time arose. She nodded dumbly.

"Good," he said looking at the stage, "I am walking THAT way. You ladies just hang on to what you got inside these pockets and let Bear plow the way for you. Just remember Bear is going to need a little sumphin sumphin on the other side of that crowd!"

With that, the big black man began to stride forward to the stage; shouting and pushing people out of the way. If his roadie t-shirt and security badge around his neck were not enough, his intimidating black juggernaut self was. He was a monolith in motion, pushing people aside with oak trees for arms that generally parted the throng like the Red Sea as Nancy and Lynn trailed slightly behind and to his flanks; Nancy's hands locked on a pair of plums for balls and Lynn's hand locked on what felt like a warm veiny fire hydrant of flesh!

The two naughty nurses hanging on for dear life to that gigantic set of black junk (and walking briskly behind the owner), could not have been more different. Lynn was a bad assed rocker babe with a penchant for motorcycles (and who didn't want to spend the weekend home alone). Nancy was a country western enthusiast and a hot grandma who could do a twostep while baking cookies one minute, and pull a train in a gang bang the next. She also had a penchant for adult films; not just watching them... but starring in them as a hot Mom or Grandma figure, (as a way to supplement her nurse's salary). It's also worth noting; Nancy also wasn't here because of a lack of anyone at home, (her hubby "Mr. Sir" had pushed her out the door and told her to have a good time with a slap on the ass).

Nancy and Mr. Sir had an "arrangement" it seemed for nights like this when she went out. to be bad She could go out and fuck as much as she wanted, (so long as when she got home she was completely "his"). It worked for them, just as her weekend career doing adult films worked for them. Some vulgar types would have called this relationship a cuckold agreement, but Nancy explained to me one time in no uncertain terms... it was a HOT WIFE fantasy through and through! Well Nancy, I'll hold up my end of the arrangement as your trusted chronicler and get it right with these pages... anyhow folks where was I? Oh yeah... yeah...

After she'd gotten word from Chrissy concerning the ticket, she'd sat for a couple of hours in front of the vanity mirror while Mr. Sir got her dolled up "just so," for her bad girl's night out at the concert. She didn't really like heavy metal, but she was certain there'd be no shortage of young dick there at the concert and once she got some tequila or a naughty ciggie, she could head bang with the best of the other chicks in the crowd. By the time she was done she'd be tired as hell, but true to her "marital arrangement;" she'd still fuck Mr. Sir's balls empty when she finally got back to her bed. She'd also overlook Mr. Sir's "trips to town" the following week to see what frisky fillies he might find.

Now the two gals, Nancy and Lynn were longed on Bear's gronk as he pushed through the last bit of crowd. It wasn't the first time they'd been locked together. There'd been another time... a while back. The circumstances had been different; less crowds and much softer music but no less fun.

Nancy and Lynn had been on the same shift that day. Mr. D was away on a job up in Oregon and Mr. Sir was gone on a fishing trip with a bunch of his golf buddies. As the shift ended, Nancy made a suggestion for Chinese take-out at her place. One thing led to another and the two women were soon giggling over a jug of cheap red vino on the floor of Nancy's living room; sitting in a bean back chair together, eating Chinese, and watching TV.

That bean bag chair, it was... snug. It was a one-person chair with two lovely round asses in it. Ok... crowded was a good word but the two gals didn't seem to mind and the vino was having an effect on their heads... every little joke between the two was hilarious. It didn't hurt that Lynn had blazed up a fatty and was passing the little bit of Maui Wowie back and forth between the two of them. Sharing is caring I guess.

As the TV program seemed to suck and the boxes of Chinese were emptied, and the glasses re-charged with more vino; again one thing led to another and somehow, up on Nancy's wide screen TV... one of her amateur porn vids was flicked on. Lynn at first faked shock and surprise. She'd always known there was something different about Nancy but she couldn't put her finger on it. Now she definitely could put her finger on it... just that "IT" was down the front of her panties.

Between the wine, the weed, and the porno (plus the guarantee they wouldn't be disturbed), both ladies took advantage of this bisexual green light that fate had now tossed them. In no time at all, they were bare-assed naked in that way-too-cramped bean bag, giggling and jilling -off together. As it just so happened; a torrid lesbian porno scene was unfolding on the screen with Nancy ironically staring back at herself through the camera. Fate hadn't just tossed this at them, she did it with a wink and pulled the blinds for them to give 'em some privacy!

The side by side masturbation (fueled by all that hot girl girl action on the big screen), soon gave way to fingers roaming from one snatch to another... then up to nips, then back to clits and snatches in a frantic mutual fingering frig session. Hips bumped against hands and somewhere in the middle of all of that there was a kiss... then another one, and then yet another smooch kiss. Then a pair of lips found a nipple and before you knew it; those two goddam women were sixty-nining like two ravenous termites; each trying to burrow with teeth and lips up into the twat blossom of the other and each humping the other's face like it was a Sapphic rodeo, (although both were determined to hang on WAY past the count of eight from what I'm told).

Oh but the wild rides didn't end there... oh not for damn sure! When the two brought each other off in a mutual licking gushing hollering EEEYYAGGGHH! sort of thing they collapsed into a fleshy stroking kissing cuddle puddle of limbs, bellies, rumps, and breasts. Nancy to this day has not gotten the stain out of that bean bag chair.

Now, a woman lying with a woman is a lovely thing. Two women who'd just satisfied one another to the point of delirious peace huffing away breathlessly in each other's embrace is something absolutely gorgeous to behold.. and this scene epitomized that. The thing was they wanted more.

Strokes led to more strokes... caresses led to more caresses. There was a back rub... there was a tongue that went down the spine of one and a playful nip on the rump of the other. One smelled the scent of herself on the other and the other smelled her own scent on the others lips and... the spark was lit. Hell, they weren't that tired anyhow and the fucking night was still young!

Glasses refilled, a freshly lit doobie passed between them, and the two women were at it again. By now, they'd completely forgotten the porn on the big screen. They were stoked; needing no further stimulation than this.

One brought her legs up and wide in classic submission, the other tossed a leg up and over through the middle as if mounting up in a Sapphic saddle for a bit of raunchy riding. The pair grabbed arms and bodies and just held on to one another; crotch kissing crotch in a torrid bit of tribbing. Heads buzzing with red wine, good weed, and horniness; Nancy and Lynn crashed twat blossoms again and again until at last the two stared into each other's faces as desperate realization of what was coming. It was a big one for both of them... just a few... more... strokes.

Paper may cover rocks, and rocks can crush scissors, but scissors rocks planets for hot horny women wishing to try it! These two just happened to be old hands at it... though they'd never partaken of each other before tonight. As they thrashed like two catnip addled felines in heat in this game of nasty nookie smashing bumper cars, both Nancy and Lynn wondered where the other had been all their lives... the sex... was ... so ... fucking...

"OOOH OH OH OH EEYAGGHHH I'M GONNA CUM!!" Lynn bawled at the ceiling.

"EEYYAGGGHHH SWEETIE I AM THERE TOO... AAAGGHHHHH," Nancy screamed back at Lynn and to the roof tiles above!

It was a cataclysmic tidal wave of puss splashing cunt smashing goodness that seized them both up; forcing them to drench each other in girlie brine before they fell on one another. They fell asleep in each other's arms. At ten that night, Nancy nudged Lynn and the two abandoned the bag chair and moved to the big bed to sleep; Lynn's little blonde head on Nancy's chest. Like I may have said earlier, Nancy still hasn't gotten that bag chair to come clean. She might wanna toss it out... just saying.

The next morning Lynn and Nancy awoke and individual showers were had and cups of coffee were drunk. Clothes were gathered. Soon Lynn rode out DIGGUH! DIGGUH! DIGGUH! on her motorcycle from Nancy's drive. It wasn't as if it hadn't happened... the two just didn't talk about it.

At work it never came up again and although there was nothing negative spoken about it between the two... nothing had been spoken about it at all since then. It made Nancy wonder if she'd misread a cue or a look from Lynn. She wondered if it had been all just the weed and the wine and the porn? She loved her ladies as much as she loved cocks (and the dudes that came attached to them); the thing was why hadn't Lynn wanted to go further and approach her about that night... maybe even go for a round two? The irony was... Lynn was thinking the same damnable shit... a series of "whys?" and "Did I read it wrongs?"

They didn't say anything at work. There was a closeness... there was an intimacy between girlfriends, but nothing had been spoken of it in the two months since. When sex ever came up it was typical guy/girl sort of stuff involving, "Oh let me tell you what my hubby did last night," wifey sort of crap. None of what had happened was discussed, (and oddly enough it was driving them both to distraction). They both should have known.. the both should have broken the silence. Tonight with the help of some Tequila and a little bit of strange dick helping out... (OK ALOT MAYBE FOLKS), that was all going to change! Keep reading.

Now the two had reached the stage, (having been pulled along like two half-drunk water-skiers hanging on to Bear's cock and balls as he pushed people out of the way like empty beer cans). Bear now sandwiched Nancy in between him and Lynn; with Lynn pressed up right against the lip of the stage. There was a slight overhang of a couple of feet so that if the crush of the crowd became too immense behind them Lynn could dive underneath for safety. No matter, Bear was like an immovable force behind them... holding back the sea. He was a horny force as well and it was time for the two ladies to "make good on the deal."

"Ok Lynn," Bear said to her just loud enough to be heard over the blast of the music from the amplifiers, "I am going to push Nancy up against you. you are going to be our front cover."

"What about on the sides?" Lynn shouted over one shoulder, "Somebody is going to see!"

"Not with my friends to either side," Bear shouted.

"Friends?" Nancy interrupted.

Before they knew it, two big dudes in security t-shirts pushed in to either side of Nancy and Lynn. Lynn cast a glance left and right and recognized the faces. It was the security goons from the ticket gate.

"Did you really think we didn't see your tequila bottle?" said one who shook her hand and introduced himself as Carl.

"We fucking let you in, in the hopes that we'd scoop you up later to party. Bear made our work easy!" said the other goon, who happened be a nice friendly dude named Greg (and who made Lynn realize that hetero males might not be as malleable and gullible as she'd reckoned).

"You want the tequila bottle?" Nancy asked, still thinking they might want to confiscate it, and feeling the lovely buzz from all those swallows starting to hit her.

"Nawww save it for later," Greg answered, "we can use it to get you back-stage in a little bit. For now, just turn around and hug up close to Lynn. Lynn you hug the stage, lets help Bear and his little pot of honey out!"

And so it was set. Lynn was right up under the stage and she had a close-up view of her cowboy god mother-fucker as he plucked his guitar and made her think nasty shit. Two her sides were Carl and Greg whose sizeable male-anvil forms provided ample flank coverage to what was about to happen. Then of course there was Bear bringing up the rear and in the middle there was Nancy who... WHOOPS!

Off came Nancy's leopard spotted leggings. She stepped back into her shoes, wearing now only a barely-there black shoestring of a thong. Well... just like the song said, Tequila Makes Your Clothes Fall OFF!

Nancy shoved her leggings into her purse and handed the tequila bottle up to Lynn. She wouldn't need it now... she'd have something else that was long and hard to deal with in a moment. She leaned forward against Lynn and ran her hands up against the younger woman's form to steady herself; like she was grabbing a pole for support. The thing was; this pole smelled nice and had lovely little c-cup breasts, it had just the tiniest little thong between the cheeks of a delectable ass... .and Nancy had dreamed about Lynn for weeks now.

As Bear fumbled with his pants behind her, Nancy bucked her hips against Lynn's ass. She was feeling brave; tequila did that to her... brave as fuck she was now. She gave her pelvis and Venus mound a little grind against Lynn's ass cheek to say hello.

Lynn went wide eyed but kept looking up at her cowboy god. She knew what that was back there. She felt Nancy's breath against her neck and her ear. She pushed her ass back against Nancy's cooter and jerk fucked a little twerk against it; signaling it was "ok." and that she was good with it. Nancy's fingers tweaked Lynn's breasts under the jacket and then she brought one hand down across that lovely flat tummy to Lynn's thong and the pulsing little clit beneath it.

Lynn signed all her air out as the older woman's experienced fingers found her little love button and began to strum her in the darkness down below the stage; the cowboy god above her playing his heart out. Lynn felt Nancy's breath on the side of her face and she turned to kiss the hot as fuck mature woman behind her. It was a lovely lesbo pornstar kiss they shared in the dark and the flashing lights. It was magical. It was also then that Nancy's other hand which had been palming against Lynn's tits brushed against "it."

Sensing something amiss, Nancy dove a hand down in that pocket. She was being a nosey parker but hey... she was a grandmother and a mom who'd raised two sons; old snoopy habits die hard! She got a hold of that rubber hitchhiker that Lynn thought was safely tucked away from out of sight... that she had forgotten to remove since the last time she'd worn the jacket even.

Nancy pulled out of the pocked and enormous double ended dildo the size of petting zoo proportions. She realized what was in her hand and she immediately brought it down low out of the light. She contemplated stuffing it back into Lynn's pockets for safe keeping but then a sick wicked idea bubbled up in her sick wicked tequila addled brain.

"Relax hon," she said in Lynn's ear; seeing Lynn was absolutely beside herself with embarrassment, "let Mama do the driving. She has a plan!"

Now I bet you are wondering what the fuck is gonna happen next? Yeah I figured as much. So did Lynn for that matter!

Ok it seems Nancy now spun around with the large pink double headed rubber dong down low and out of sight before stashing it in her own jacket. The hot horny GILF then threw arms around Bear and gave the big black mountain of a man a hug and a smooch; wrapping one leg up and around his waist; doggy humping his leg in a horny fashion. By now it also seemed, Bear had his "business out" and from Nancy's estimate, business was good!

Yep, from what she could see; he had a dark baby elephant's trunk of a cock dangling down in front of her. She guessed he was packing a foot long dong when that thing was fully erect. There was only one way to find out as she spit in her palm. She seized that dangling six-inch bit of hanging dork and set about jerking it; all while kissing his chin and neck. She huffed in his man scent and at the same moment, felt his Mandingo member rush with blood under her pumps and strokes.

Nancy shot a look back to Lynn (whose eyes were set on the cowboy god above her on the stage). She glanced down at Lynn's delectable derriere; just barely covered by the back of the biker jacket and separated by the little black thong. She did some quick mental anatomical arithmetic and judged that what she had in her filthy little tequila clouded mind would work like a charm.

She adjusted her hips and pushed her thong partly to the side: bringing the head of Bear's big black dong to the mouth of her pussy. With a nod to him she urged him to help her. His arms came up to cup under Nancy's rump as she shimmied her pelvis around till the alignment was just-so. Bear and the force of gravity did the rest.

In the darkness of the crowd, Nancy let out a gasp and a groan of exquisite agony that was easily drowned out by the multitude of fans and the blare of the music from the amplifiers. She was impaled; hooked even, on Bear's massive foot long puss splitter of a cock, (and sliding down the shaft until his knob head stopped at the rear of her cunt). Another agonized moan left her throat as the big black man stretched and split her insides in just the manner she craved.

Nancy caught her breath and as Bear began to stroke she put a hand to his chest and told him Not Yet Baby. He nodded and allowed her to adjust a bit more. There was time - plenty of time.

Nancy fished in her coat for that dangerous double headed dildo. As Bear's massive hands held her rump aloft on his fuck-pole, the hot horny MILF nurse brought both heads of the faux penis up for a splash of saliva laden sputum from her lips. She then reached back and parted her thong to one side before slowly feeding one slicked up head of the sex toy into her dung dumper.

Slowly she pushed the head against the ring of her pooper; forcing it to yield and accept the artificial "girl's best friend," inch by inch up her Hershey Highway until it was snuggly rooted inside her, (hanging down now from her rectum like a long pink tail). No novice to double penetration, Nancy again adjusted to the stretch at both her holes. She leaned back her head against her pretty blonde coworker and shouted over the speakers into Lynn's ear,

"Trust me on this Lynn. You are going to feel a slight stick but just roll with it."

Lynn had heard Nancy tell people they'd feel a slight stick plenty of times, it's just that it was normally associated with an IV bag being set up or with a shot of pain killers being administered. What she got instead was a "rubber injection of simply the nicest kind."

Without turning around and with her eyes still on her cowboy sex fantasy strumming away before her; Lynn felt Nancy's deft healing fingers feed the other end of the double headed dong, down... up... and under, until it pushed past her thong and was nestled at the notch of her pretty pink snatch. With that, Nancy leaned back again and hissed in Lynn's ear,

"Push back against Auntie Nancy's hand dear while she holds this rubber dickie for you hon,"

Lynn complied. She felt the dong-knob stretch the mouth of her sex blossom as she accepted the head and she closed her eyes momentarily as it gained entry. A firm push from Nancy's expert healing hand later and it was well up inside Lynn's pretty pink honey-pot. The two ladies were now "linked" like naughty little railway cars to Bear's steam engine. Lynn nodded over her shoulder to Nancy, who nodded to Bear, and the big black locomotive began to huff and puff and chug; moving his arms on Nancy's rump like a drive shaft as his cock pistoned in and out of her pussy.

Nancy gasped as Bear pushed himself up and into her, the force of his strokes sending her back against Lynn who was bent slightly at the waist with her legs parted. It was like an accordion effect with the large black man's impact transferring down the line through Nancy's rump to that of Lynn's. The ass-fenders of both women smashed together like perverted bumper cars as the double ended dildo disappeared between the two heart-shaped asses.

Lynn went wide-eyed and smiled with glee as the end of the rubber dong collided with the back of her puss-channel. It happened again and again and again as the forceful strokes of the large black man carried down through Nancy and into her in a delightfully wicked chain reaction. Lynn sighed and nodded with approval, her eyes still on her cowboy fantasy above her; digging at the chords on his guitar furiously. She dropped a set of fingers down into the darkness below the stage. Finding the elastic front panel of her thong, she began to pluck and stroke upon her own instrument. The amplifiers wailed and howled.

Again, Nancy and Lynn rammed rumps together; this time with Lynn bumping her bottom back against her mature gal-pal's popo. It was soooo on now! Lynn had a good tequila buzz going, she could hear Nancy just behind her moaning and sobbing like her heart would break, and her own little fingers were dancing on her clit at the same pace as her cowboy fantasy motherfucker was executing upon that marvelous guitar. It was pure magic that moment. She felt her excitement... rise.

As the cowboy motherfucker on the stage unleashed hot lady-killing lead-storm from his six stringed Winchester Nancy soon deteriorated into a bawling blubbering fit of moaning madness; Bear's black cock absolutely wrecking her pussy at one end, and the double-headed dildo creating a softail suspension effect between her rectum and Lynn's pink nookie-pie.

In essence, the two ladies served as a sexual shock absorber to each puss-pounding pummel of Bear's cunt splitter. Nancy and Lynn were the perfect team! Bear's dong packed just the right punch that both ladies felt up in the fillings in their teeth and down to their toenails. Each of the three had a part to play and each played it perfectly. There was just one problem.

Cowboy lover fantasy up on the stage. What had Bear called him? Justin? Yeah, that's it... Justin; he and his band was finishing their set.

Lynn diddled and fiddled her clit faster and faster as he played... hoping she could bring herself off by matching the energy and intensity of his flamenco rhythm plucking. Faster and faster she fiddled at her swollen throbber of a love button down there in the dark. Her teeth bit into her lower lip... she was almost there and ... OH GODDAMMIT HE WAS DONE!

Amidst a roar of cheers from the heart-won crowd and the applause that struck the stage like a tidal wave; Justin and "Tender Lovin' Money Shot" all took a bow. Bear was grunting and huffing; happy as a clam to have Nancy bouncing on the end of his cock. Nancy was screaming with joy, happily split by an immense black cock that was somewhere up in her right lung by the feel of it (although the roar of the crowd drowned out her yells and moans). The only one who was not happy was Lynn; she'd been fucking cock-blocked again by the band's crescendo. She wasn't going to take this lightly... goddammit she was going to fuckin CUM!

Lynn needed to get off and she needed to get off good and proper. She yanked the dildo nob from her puss and spun around facing Nancy and Bear; both fucking hard like the rest of the world didn't fucking exist. She looked down at the rubber dong; now dangling from Nancy's ass pucker like a pink rat's tail and with a burst of hedonistic inspiration, she seized it up and fed it back into her cunt from the front this time.

She seized Nancy from behind and reached up to grab Bear by his tree-trunk biceps. The rubber serpent disappeared a little up into Nancy's ass and at the same time the other head went "bye bye" into Lynn's twat blossom. A second later Lynn humped her pelvis up on to Nancy's ass until that double-ended dong was playing battering ram with her cervix. Lynn made eye contact with Bear and hissed through clenched teeth,

"Come on Bear, let's double stuff this gal and make her fucking howl!"

With that, Lynn planted her mouth and choppers on Nancy's neck in a hungry lesbian hickey. Nancy howled with delight. Greg and Carl blocked the view of the screaming crowd from the side and Bear slammed Nancy's pussy with reckless abandon. Lynn rolled her hips and sucked Nancy's neck. Dropping one hand from Bear's arm down to Nancy's crotch she found the lovely mature woman's clit and began to strum. Lynn commenced to buck and grind as she fucked her friend in the asshole - it was now SOOOOOOO FUCKING ON!

Lynn was inspired. She was cranked up even. There had been something she'd seen.

Before she'd spun about to face Nancy and Bear (for the briefest of instances), she thought she'd seen the cowboy-motherfucker's glasses slip forward as he took his bow; his guitar across his lap. For the teensiest of nanoseconds, she caught sight of his eyes. They were blue, so fucking blue. They looked at her, they'd seen her looking -she was certain.

What was it called? A micro-expression? Yep a micro-expression, that's what some of the more sensitive types at work liked to use. He'd looked at her for the slimmest instance in time as she stood there pressed against the stage with her girlie blue-balls completely cock blocked and he'd fucking winked at her. He'd fucking winked! Oh holy fucking shit... she had to get backstage, but first things first!

Now she diddled Nancy's bean and humped to double headed dong further up into the hot GILF's intestines. Nancy began to whimper and bawl but Lynn paid no attention. She was going to going to get satisfaction and she was going to get it up the dirt road of her coworker as the fake boner banged back against the rear of her cunt. Her lips came up and found Nancy's ear.

"You know I have been wanting you Nancy," she hissed through clenched teeth.

"Oh yeah Lynn," Nancy gasped, "I felt the ... same thing."

"So why nothing after that first night?" Lynn wheezed like a tea kettle, her hips grinding that double dickie again and again against her friends poor pummeled pooper.

"Was going to ask you the same thing," Nancy whimpered. She turned and her lips found Lynn's.

Female lips met female lips and tongues twisted in a lovely woman to woman knot. Whatever the reason for them not following up that night way back in the past, it melted there between the two in a Sapphic French kiss that would have been at home in any Lilith Fair venue. The bond was cemented and whatever happened after this for the evenings hijinks; one of them would only be a double headed dildos length away from the other, (it was sealed with a kiss).

Lynn now felt something else. A pair of hands; a pair of strong black hands. She felt the hands of Bear reach behind and grab her marvelous ass cheeks; pulling her like the second slice of bread together against her friend in a Bear, Nancy and Lynn sandwich. Her ears filled with Nancy's gasp as her coworker reveled and groaned in the double-crush of flesh; happily skewered at both front and back doors by two cocks, (one fake and one oh so very black and real)!

Behind the trio, somewhere up on stage, the announcer heralded the arrival of Touch the Serpent. Bear, Nancy, and Lynn craned their heads in the direction of the stage and for a moment their asses and hips ceased churning but within a few seconds the three-way fuckery continued. The screams of the crowd and the fact that all spotlights were angled high above them concealed their activities perfectly.

The lead guitarist of the feature band struck the first chords of the band's opening number and the screams from the fans became a static white noise roar. The three-way fuckers down below him felt the wave of energy and excitement and "dug in their spurs" to the horny hijinks in the crush and darkness; each of the trio stealing a glance now and then at the stage, before returning their attentions to the other two. Lynn felt Bear's enormous hand spin her head to his and a second later her lips were pressed to the black man's mouth. She parted her jaw slightly and accepted his tongue for a handshake to her tonsils, (appropriately as the band played "KISS ME BEFORE YOUR HUSBAND GET'S HOME)!"

Two asses, one black and one smaller and white, squished and dug at third in the middle. Bear's cock slammed headlong up inside Nancy in thrust after twat-splitting thrust as Lynn's hips pistoned the dildo deep up the slutty Grandma's tailpipe. Nancy responded with rakes of nails on Bears back and her teeth joyously gnawing on his neck. She dropped her hand behind her back until she found Lynn's cameltoe and digging around located the younger woman's starter button.

A jolt of electricity shot through Lynn's core at Nancy's expert touch and her mouth left Bear's to sigh to the heavens at the new sensation. She humped her pelvis frantically against that deft little finger. Damn it felt so fucking good!

The three now felt their sexual energy rising; like water behind a dam. Bear's hand pulled hard against Lynn's asscheeks; spreading the lovely rump flesh apart and squishing the three people together like great sex-accordion. Nancy cut loose with another gasp of joy and screwed her eyes shut as the double pounding of her insides brought her closer and closer to the tipping point.

Lynn now nuzzled into Nancy's neck as her own climax seemed just moments away. She could taste the salty notes in her friend's skin, smell the feminine essence of her skin; all so familiar, so sensual, all so... so very Nancy. It was a hypnotic pheromone cocktail, making Lynn's pulse race now at a double-quick.

Adding to her excitement, Lynn realized Bear was growling and rumbling just over on the other side of her friend's thrashing head; raking his teeth up and down Nancy's neck and shoulders at the onset of his crescendo. Both Lynn and Bear were "sharing toys" like all good kids should and Nancy was more than happy to be their plaything. All three now were feeding on each other's energy. Lynn was soooo fucking close, there was just one thing she needed; that little bit of wicked something something to break the dam and release all that lovely tension. She got it just then, (as if Bear had read her naughty little mind).

One second her ass felt quite empty and then all at once it was there, ("it" being Bear's sausage-sized middle finger). For a few beats of her heart, she felt it circle the pink puckered rim of her anus before WHOOSH; it plunged straight on up inside her, stopping only at a large black knuckle. It dug, wriggled, and rooted around in her most private and filthy of spaces as Lynn's head filled with sparks of pleasure. The delightfully rude fullness; working in conjunction with the push of the dildo and Nancy's clit fiddling was all it took for her, (and it was contagious)!

Lynn's mouth fell open and a great cry rose up from her lungs. Her body sexploded KA-BOOM as her puss streamed joyful dew in response. Hearing Lynn's scream, Bear sympathetically let go; coating Nancy's insides with the contents of his balls as he roared through his release. Nancy upon feeling Lynn's quake and Bear's hydraulic rush; joined the others in this lovely seizure, (her pussy juicing freely as she screamed at the top of her lungs. The three howled with joy as the crowd around them ignored their noise; thinking it all just drunk appreciation for the band on stage.

There were a few more hot sweaty humps as the orgasms subsided; then as quickly as it had come on the beast with six legs became three people again. Bear said something in Nancy's ear for a few seconds. She replied back as apparently a negotiation was occurring.

Bear pointed to his two associates left and right who'd done such a great job at hiding the three-way fuckery. Nancy passed an illicit offer to Lynn over the roar of the crowd and the blast of the amplifiers.

There was a pause for consideration. Finally, two female heads nodded to the large black man and sank down beneath the stage. Bear and his two accomplices, Carl and Greg, pushed up close to the stage; hiding what was to happen from prying eyes.

Below the deck of the stage Lynn squinted in the dimness. It was an eerie twilight she and Nancy were in. She fumbled for the tin of cough drops in her jacket and illuminated her surroundings with her cigarette lighter. She lit a joint and then with the flame still flickering in her hand, she surveyed their surroundings. The passage went back for several feet with electrical equipment and boxes blocking that way. Just as she'd suspected, if they were going to make it backstage it was not going to be that way. She guessed she'd have to just stick with the plan that had just been agreed upon. She turned to "face the music."

That music came in the form of three cocks down below the stage; hanging from the pants of Bear, Carl, and Greg. Bear, who'd just nutted inside Nancy was starting to put his sex slimed Mandingo junk away and was simply going to attempt to hang by the stage and act as cover for his two associates. His hands were met however with a slap from Lynn who pushed them down to his side and patted his thigh as if to tell the big black man, It's okay hon, you are in Lynn's tender loving care! She moved forward and took the large flagging black dong in her hands and brought it to her lips as Nancy began a suck and jerk operation on Carl and Greg.

Lynn knew what she was after. She wanted to taste a cock that had just spent itself up in her girlfriend and here one was; dripping semen and puss squeezings and just waiting for her. She opened her mouth and she began to throat the large black man. Next to her, Nancy's lips went from the cock of Carl to Greg and then back to Carl again has her hand occupied itself with whatever cock was free at the time. The three men above held the edge of the stage and attempted to steady themselves as down below, the two women worked their part of the bargain.

Over the next few minutes Lynn sucked Bear back to hardness, (in between hits from the joint and passing the contraband ciggie to Nancy). For her part Nancy was a flurry of activity; her mouth and hand a blur on the dongs of the two security brutes. Lynn was not to be out done however, and commenced with a savage deepthroat of Bear; so intense that after ten minutes of this he had to clasp her short blonde head of hair in his enormous black paw and fuck her mouth with reckless abandon. He may have just blown his load a few minutes before, but Lynn had now milked his black mamba to a new rage; a rage she'd calculated for in the back of her naughty little head as the minutes ticked off. She knew it wouldn't be long, and she was right. She was able to bring him off in a colossal man-gasm for the second time in twenty minutes as the black giant's balls sent a hot salty load into her mouth and down the ole hatch!

Lynn gulped down Bear's seed and patted his thigh to let him know he could zip up. She moved over next to Nancy and nudged her friend sideways. Nancy shifted over and focused her attentions on Carl as Lynn commenced to do to Greg what she'd done for Bear. In three minutes Greg and Carl stared glassy eyed at the band in front of them as if hypnotized by the performance. Their noses wrinkled, their chests heaved and their chins quivered. Down below Lynn and Nancy finished both security goons with satisfied salty swallows and promptly zipped them up.

Both ladies emerged in front of the stage, their part of the bargain now met. Bear, Carl, and Greg gave a look left and right and nodded. A deal was a deal.

"You got that bottle of Tequila?" Greg asked Lynn, leaning in so she could hear him over the noise around them.

"Right here!" Lynn shouted back to him reaching into Jacket. He nodded.

"Ok...take it out," Greg continued in her ear shouting over the amplifiers, "and take a big drink! Chug the bottle and let the crowd see you!"

Lynn did as shouted to. She hauled out the bottle and turned to the crowd. She hoped this was not simply a setup to land her ass in jail. She brought the bottle to her lips and took a big hard chug. There was another nod between Bear, Greg, and Carl.

"Alright Miss," Carl thundered, "I TOLD YOU TO PUT THAT FUCKING BOTTLE AWAY! YOU ARE COMING WITH US!"

Greg snatched the tequila bottle from her and held it up for the crowd to see as Carl grabbed Lynn by both her arms from behind and pushed her through the crowd; his big hands wrapped about her slender biceps like they were broomsticks. Bear seized Nancy up and made loud noises about her, "having to come along as well!" Nancy and Lynn played right along; kicking and struggling against their faux captors as the men led them both through the crowd. All the audience could see (those who took their eyes away from the band), was two unruly women, being led away by concert goons with an open container; straight over to the right side of the stage and through an exit marked, "SECURITY PERSONNEL ONLY."

It worked. The girls were in but their three escorts kept moving them quickly. They were hauled up a short flight of steps past several uniformed rental cops who glanced at them briefly but paid them no attention, and down a dark passage before emerging in a dimly lit corner. They were now backstage on the far right of the band looking out into the glare of the concert but bathed in more shadow and darkness.​