Group Sex Lusty Lynn - Sexy Biker Nurse

"Well ladies," said Greg, returning the bottle to Lynn, "a deal is a deal. Oh by the way these gentlemen will see you the rest of the way."

"Gentlemen?" asked Lynn as she looked at Nancy and then back to Greg incredulously.

Greg pointed behind the two ladies. Lynn and Nancy turned. There standing behind them were two renta-cops. They were younger than the rest of the uniformed security guys and they'd broken away from their associates when the two ladies had been brought it; promptly following them up the stairs to the side passage, (almost as if it had all been planned).

"It will be alright," Bear assured them with a glance first to Nancy then to Lynn saying, "besides, I have one more thing for you. I'll bring it over here in a little bit." Then he was gone done the side passage to the rear of the stage.

"A deal is a deal," Carl said to the ladies, "it's just that our territory is out there in the crowd. This part of the stage belongs to Zeke and Eddie, (it's their turf)."

"Zeke and Ed...?" Nancy started to ask before being interrupted with,

"HI, I'm Zeke," said the blond cop offering his hand to the ladies,

"and I'm Eddie," the taller dark haired cop joined in cheerfully as he also shook hands. There was something genuinely friendly about the two badged boy scouts in blue that both ladies liked. For one they were cute, but also they gave off a vibe that they represented no harm to the women. It made sense.

Everyone gets taken care of and everybody has a good time. A deal is a deal, right? They just hadn't been told about the separate portion of the deal once they arrived backstage.

"Well," said Greg, "I guess you four have got it from here. Ladies enjoy the show. Catch you after it maybe at the party?"

"Party?" Lynn asked, but Greg and Carl were already stepping out down the passage and returning to the fans outside; leaving the girls in the shadowy darkness with their two uniformed "escorts."

Well Lynn and Nancy were at least backstage now, they told themselves as the two gentlemen dropped their renta-cop pants to their renta-cop shoes and bent both ladies forward at the waist. Besides, they were just inches from the glare of the lights and Touch the Serpent with the very best seats in the house (or laps more appropriately). As Eddie's renta-cop cock pushed its head into the mouth of Lynn's badass lady biker puss-pipe, five little words ran through her head,

A deal is a deal.

And so it went. The concert raged on with the two girls being fucked by two savagely well hung rental cops who it just so happened, sported a pair of nine-inch fleshy riot baton's in their pants, (much to the girls shock and delight)! The girls also had a perfect view of the band onstage and could see every stoke of a guitar string, every beat of a drumstick, every drop of sweat from the bands long manes of hair.

What's more, the band members had the perfect view of Nancy and Lynn, (although they pretended not to see the four fucking offstage). They could clearly make out what was taking place in the darkness just offstage.

Each member of Touch the Serpent at some point during the set or another, manage eye contact with the two women (whose faces every now and again were illuminated for the briefest instant in the constantly moving stage lights). The two cops behind them could not be seen except in shadowy silhouettes but it was clear to each member of the band just what was happening and each musician in the back of his mind wanted some of that "groupie action" later.

It was so nice, they thought, for those two cops to escort their "after party refreshments" to the stage and to keep it safe for them. Swell pair of fellahs, those two cops, swell pair!

Despite having to pay their stage pass fees by being bent over, the girls enjoyed themselves supremely. For one thing, they kept flirting with the band and stealing winks from the members up close; for another thing, they really enjoyed the dicking from the two boy's in blue who were perfect gentleman otherwise, (giving both ladies nice slow fucks and allowing them to merely enjoy the music). Both ladies quite frankly loved the attentions of their two beefy badged boy-scouts. Both girls loved feeling slightly weak and helpless at the strong hands of the two twenty-something "Ponch and John" wannabees.

When Zeke felt his nuts could not hold out any longer, he let loose with a soft groan in Nancy's ear and an even softer warm squirt up inside Nancy's pussy. He then stayed clutched to her; allowing his nightstick to remain inside her with little rolls of his hips. Eddie soon followed suit and sent a warm happy splash deep into Lynn's lady-business; following up with little hip pushes to keep himself inside her as she enjoyed both his performance and that on the stage.

At some point in the show, Eddie and Zeke (having now restored their boners to suitable hardness), tagged up. A high five rang out in Nancy and Lynn's ears. It was time for the "ole switcheroo." As Zeke's cock sloshed up into Lynn and Eddie's did likewise up inside Nancy, the two girl's fist bumped one another in a display of female solidarity. A deal is a deal after all!

The fucking raged on as did the show. The band played furiously to the delight of the roaring crowd and the pair of hard fucked women, who screamed and hollered as much from the dicks pounding their insides as the music pounding their ears. It was all going fine and then it happened.

It's always like that; everyone is having a good time and then somewhere someplace some drunk jackass needs to ruin it. This killjoy (whomever they were) elected to throw yet another bottle aiming at the back of a fan who would not get down off someone's shoulders, but instead of the projectile hitting the intended target it sailed beyond and up onto the stage, (striking the bassist in the forehead). Flash McDonegal, veteran of the bands Colostomy, Rigor Mortis, and now Touch the Serpent; fell forward face down as the crowd gasped and security descended to pummel the bottle thrower into black and blue pudding.

Stage people rushed past Lynn and Nancy as Eddie and Zeke pulled up their pants and moved to the stage to "take charge of a dangerous and potentially out of hand situation." There was a general uproar from the crowd; frustrated by the halt to the concert. As the house lights came up and bathed everything in bright whiteness a harvest of BOO's and BULLSHIT's rose up from fans.

More rental cops pushed past Lynn and Nancy; ignoring the two women. A fat man with a cigar(the band's manager), rushed out onto the stage and to Flash McDonegal's crumpled body. He gently tapped Flash on the face, attempting to revive him as he'd done in a hundred hotel rooms after a bender (but never in a concert surrounded by frantic cops).

The cops now jumped down from the stage in an attempt to push back the crowd (which was teetering on the edge of a concert riot). More bottles came through the air, this time intended for the police. Uniforms moved out into the crowd and began to make arrests. The concert was about to not only end early, it was quite possibly about to erupt into something quite negative and terrible.

It was then HE arrived. He was it and it was he. He walked past Lynn, guitar over his back, hat tipped back on his head. His arms raised to calm the crowd. There were cheers of acknowledgement as he'd won their hearts and approval earlier and now like a lawman sent in to clean up a town that needed it he was there... the COWBOY MOTHERFUCKER!

"Can you play?" the fat band manager asked taking the cigar from his mouth and looking at the cowboy eyeballs to sunglasses.

"I can," Cowboy Motherfucker replied, as certain as if he'd been asked to meet a legendary gunslinger out in the street. He said it as coolly as if he'd been asked if he was ready to drive the remaining hundred miles of a road trip with only four hours sleep under his hat.

The manager moved to a hot mic and told the crowd to remain calm. Flash would "take ten" but the show would go on immediately. A roar of cheers rang up from the crowd as Justin, the cowboy motherfucker tuned up and Flash's limp body was pulled from the stage by Eddie and Zeke.

There was another problem. The ambulance team had responded earlier in the night to the opposite side of the fairgrounds after a fight had gotten out of hand between two heavily tattooed trailer park hussies and was still unable to push back through the crowd. Flash needed to be seen. Zeke and Eddie had some rudimentary first aid training but they had no idea as to the extent of Flash's true injuries.

It was then, that two more hero's arrived in the nick of time. Two heroines. Two well-fucked Valkyries who'd seen far worse in their day and who saw an opportunity to do some good... and get to put their hands on a rock star's bod. A heroic cry rang up from Lynn's lungs as she raised a hand and shouted,

"FUCK WAIT! I'M A NURSE I CAN HELP!"

A second heroic cry rang up from Nancy who shouted,

"I'M NURSE TOO! I NEED TO LOOSEN HIS CLOTHING! GET OUT OF MY WAY!"

The two women were pushed to the rear of the stage by security and found themselves with a seriously worried Eddie and Zeke and a conspicuously unconscious Flash. They moved to the band's dressing room at the rear of the stage; a trailer at the bottom of some steps. Eddie and Zeke moved Flash inside and set him on a gaudy leopard print couch while Nancy flicked on a light and wrinkled her nose in contempt. The furnishing were NOT her taste but they would do.

As Lynn reached outside and grabbed a first aid kit handed to her by a roadie, Nancy ran a wet rag in the sink and looked for some ice. A champagne bucket yielded what she was looking for. She pulled the half-drunk bottle of bubbly from the bucket and filled the rag with as much ice as it would hold and then turned to Flash, (she then thought for a second and spun around; seizing up the bottle for two good swallows before she returned to assist Lynn with the injured musician).

Eddie and Zeke found themselves "relieved of their duties" as first responders and told by Nancy to take up a position outside the door. They were to keep people away, they were to not let anyone inside, and they'd be called if they were needed. Nancy even considered asking them to find more Champagne.

Meanwhile Flash McDonegal had come out on the better side of things. He was lucky, even. True, he'd had a good knock on the head but as if the pieces of glass had eyes; they'd somehow mostly shattered away from him. Lynn held out her hand and Nancy passed her the damp cloth filled with ice. Lynn immediately began to swab at the wound as the rocker's eyes opened. As he groaned a bit she sighed with relief.

Flash it seems had been left with a mere scratch on his forehead that had bled a bit at first and looked far worse; but a few swipes of the cloth revealed his injuries to be merely Band-Aid worthy. Soon he'd had his cut washed with tequila and was sporting a nifty new Hello Kitty Band Aid over his forehead, (the first aid kits apparently having not been restocked since One Direction had played that previous spring). He looked as though he'd make it and even started to rise from the leopard spotted couch. Nancy opted to take no chances, however. She pushed him down with the toe of her boot and then hovered over Lynn and the patient with the Champagne bottle in one hand and Tequila in the other, (just in case either Flash or she required anesthetic). She also suggested loosening the rocker's shirt and pants to allow him to breath properly.

Flash despite a throb on his skull, managed a smile. Lynn looked over her shoulder up to Nancy and grinned as wicked thoughts bounced around in her head like pinballs in a penny arcade. Flash's hand rose inside Lynn's jacket and cupped her breast; swirling his thumb against the fabric of her lingerie top and feeling her nipple rise like a puffy pink gumdrop under his touch. His other hand wandered its way up Nancy's leg; pushing her thong to one side and teasing her bald pussy.

"You get his boots; I've got his belt buckle!" giggle Lynn as she fumbled at the happy rocker's black leather britches.

Outside Eddie and Zeke were diligently "manning their post." Over the next fifteen minutes they heard all manner of groans and gasps from inside. It was quite obvious Flash was hurt pretty bad. It was also a good thing Lynn and Nancy had been close by to render assistance. Where the hell was that ambulance team?

On more than a few instances Zeke thought the trailer had swayed behind him but he put it out of his head, thinking it was a trick of the light of the moon which had come up full and red over the fairgrounds. On at least one occasion Eddie had felt the trailer sway as well; even having it bump against him as he leaned back against him but like his partner he took little notice, (figuring the two nurses were rushing about boiling bandages or prepping something or doing whatever medical people do). Truth be told, both renta-cops were focused more on the noise from the concert, (the amplified music of Justin, the cowboy motherfucker in particular). It had been a good decision replacing Flash with the young guitarist when the veteran rocker had received his mishap. Justin wasn't just playing... he was absolutely fuckin' killing it and the crowd roared with deafening approval. To them, they had a new sheriff in town and respect would be paid!

Inside the trailer however, the noise of the fallen rock star gunslinger became even too much for Zeke and Eddie to simply not notice. As they turned around, they saw the trailer clearly rock in a jerking motion and guessed Flash to be struggling against some sort of restraint as he made a great commotion inside. They couldn't have been more correct.

Flipping the door open and rushing up the metal steps they poked heads into the trailer. There before them on a leopard spotted couch, Lynn swigged the bottle of Champagne and bounced up and down on Flash's cunt-splitter of a cock. In front of her, Nancy sipped from the tipped up tequila bottle and rode the rocker's face. Flash it seemed needed "restraining" as he recovered from his injuries and the procedure required two nurses to just hold him down, (apparently both girls having lost all their clothes in the process but keeping their boots on)!

Eddie and Zeke turned and closed the door behind them; maintaining their vigil.

From her perch atop Flash's boner Lynn was pleasantly surprised. Flash may have been a tall spindly guitar pluckin' sonovabitch, but that cock was anything but spindly; in fact, it was like riding a fat highway cone of flesh; a real hole-stretcher that made Lynn's teeth rattle! As Lynn rose her ass up and slammed it back down; her mouth agape and all gasps of joy, she thought all she'd need do was paint it orange to get traffic to steer around it.

As Lynn chuckled through her own little joke in the back of her head (even letting out a snort), Nancy could not have noticed. Her eyes were tightly screwed shut as she rode Flash's face. For a skinny rocker who looked like his last meal had been two weeks prior... HE COULD EAT, (and his appetite was good)! Nancy's quivering chin and blubbering moans betrayed as much; no having to force feed this one!

After the three howled their way through a nice hard three-way climax (where Flash sent a salty hot load up Lynn's steaming pink snatch), Nancy suggested that the girls "switch things up a bit." Both Nancy and Lynn worked as a team; sucking the guitarist back to "porno star" quality hardness in a matter of minutes. Now well in her element, Nancy pushed Lynn down against the back of the couch and spread her girlfriend's legs. Raising her own ass high in the air she turned her head back over her shoulder saying to Flash,

"How about you fuck mama doggystyle ...and HARD, while I eat your creampie out of this hot blonde's pussy hon? What do you say?"

Flash smiled and rubbed his revved up boner in reply. He told her he was more than ready! Nancy dropped head down to Lynn's pink puss petals and commenced slurping up every last drop of Flash's boy batter, while as the rocker seized her by her hips and sent his cock deep inside her snatch from behind. Another fifteen minutes later, and all three were howling and yelling again as the trailer rocked back and forth through their orgasmic test of its tire pressure and ride stability. The trailer passed; much to their satisfaction.

Outside Zeke and Eddie looked at one another. Should they go back inside and check on things? Should they call somebody else and have them look? There was an awful amount of thrashing (even for three people).

The both agreed they'd come within a slim cunthair of losing their jobs when they'd fucked the two women instead of tending to their security duties. At the moment their associates had rushed out onstage it had been a miracle everyone ran past them and not noticed the two pulling their pants up. Both knew it best not to let anyone whose loyalties were not clear near the trailer, (too many questions might be asked and if the evening finished on a sour note for the girls, they might be inclined to talk). In the end, the kept their mouths shut and their arms crossed.

The door opened a few minutes later after the trailer rocking had ceased. Flash stumbled down the steps in a bathrobe with the two women under each arm; the three having managed to toss most of their clothes back on, (most of their clothes anyhow). Flash still sported the Hello Kitty Band Aid across his forehead and he had a had a fresh bottle of tequila that he'd passed back and forth between him and the giggling women. It was then that the ambulance crew finally arrived on the scene.

"Somebody called for the paramedics?" a medical professional carrying a bag asked as he strode up with two colleagues.

"You three sorry blokes are bloody well late!" Flash slurred taking the tequila bottle from Nancy and tipping it up first for Lynn and then for himself before tipping it up again for Nancy.

"These two Nurses 'ave already seed to muy inshuries," he said, pointing at his Hello Kitty slathered forehead, "naw fuccckoff!"

The three paramedics shrugged and turned away shaking their heads. Flash then turned to Zeke and Eddie.

"Thanks you two," he said, "so nice of you chaps bringing these two to the stage like that. Listen, these two don't know it but they are coming to the after party wif me an' the lads after the show. We've got a hotel in town 'ere and would love for you two blokes show up. What do ye say?"

Eddie and Zeke's reply of 'Yes' was drowned out by an enormous squeal from Lynn and Nancy who looked at each other and bounced up and down in anticipation. There was another thing drowning out their reply and their head nods; the roaring crowd's approval as Touch the Serpent struck the final notes of their finale. Ten thousand lungs emptied howls of appreciation as ten thousand hands splattered applause like a great thunderstorm was drenching the parade grounds.

The five moved up the steps to the back of the stage, (which had all been lit up to allow for teardown to begin). Touch The Serpent was taking their final bows out front. Flash bid the girls to wait where they were with Zeke and Eddie before running up to the front of the stage to take a bow with his mates. The crowd went into a deafening spastic euphoria as now all could see Flash McDonegal had pulled through it all. Flashes recorded his emergence onstage and his Hello Kitty tourniquet was out on social media in a minute and a half. Its image would go around the globe a hundred times that night but it was really a footnote to more significant activities of a much more private variety that had taken place and that had YET to take place. The show was over but the fun was just beginning.

The stage lights went dark up front and the band retreated to the white lights at the rear of the stage; leaving the roaring adoration of the crowd behind. Somebody as if on cue had opened a side gate to the stage and a throng of hand selected groupies with bodies hard as concrete and heads as empty as deep space squealed and rushed up the steps just behind the departing musicians. The band's manager always took care of "things" and the fat cigar chomping guy had come through for them once again; the chase was on.

Flash arrived with the band at the rear of the stage where Lynn and Nancy waited with Eddie and Zeke. Behind the band there seemed now to be a rushing wall of women; like a zombie apocalypse sprayed down with Final Net and cheap shitty perfume. Ahead of the mass of squealing girls came the now familiar forms of Bear, Greg, and Carl; holding their arms out and keeping back the mob of hysterical hussies. In front of the three dark horsemen of the "six-pack-o-lypse" walked another familiar figure; that being the hatted loping form of the cowboy motherfucker, walking tall in his boots.

"Justin," Lynn whispered under her breath as she felt her clit tingle.

Bear walked up with Lynn's mirrored sunglasses fantasy as Greg and Carl held back the mob of screaming ladies. Lynn's heart leapt and she thought perhaps, she might have felt a bit of dew trickle between her legs as the two men approached. The enormous black man made the introductions.

"I told you I was going to bring you one more thing," Bear announced happily and generously like he'd remembered Lynn's birthday, "Justin, this is Lynn, Lynn this is Justin."

"Ma'am," Justin said offering his hand.

"It's Lynn," she said as she ignored his politely extended hand; reaching up past it and seizing his sunglasses, "and I won't shake your hand as I don't want to risk those marvelous fingers with a handshake."

She popped the sunglasses atop her pretty blonde head and batted her eyelashes at him like the brattiest MILF since Mrs. Robinson. Yep, she'd gotten what she wanted, to look into those baby blues of his. They were deep pools fit for a girl to drown happily in. He smiled uncomfortably and then thought of an appropriate response.

"Lynn, is it? Well Lynn, what should I do with these fingers in order to get my sunglasses back?"

"Ohhh," Lynn purred, "I can think of a few things a young fellah can do with his fingers to get these sunglasses back at the end of the night... his fingers and a few other things..." She trailed off suggestively with more over the top eye flutters.

"So if I'm a good boy Lynn" he said, turning on all the charm with a smile, "I will get my sunglasses back."

Lynn's face went serious like a schoolteacher who'd seen a gross breach of chalk eraser etiquette on her blackboard. She wrinkled her nose in faux contempt and traced a finger on his chin, now an inch or two from his face. She smelled his cologne and it combined with his sweat made her insane as fuck, but she kept her monologue running as she replied with,

"If you are a good boy, you must not want them very much!"

With that he wrapped an arm around her and began to walk with her; determined to earn back his cheap ass gas station sun-glasses. As the two moved along Justin felt a swoop of wind upon his head. A split second later he realized the cowboy hat was no longer atop his rocker mane.

"Hey cowpoke," Nancy called to him as she ran by, "you have bigger problems now. Getting your fucking hat back and you'll need to be REALLY bad for that!"

A second later Nancy was seized up by Flash and thrown over his shoulder a fireman's carry, the hat still on her head as her legs kicked and her bare naked ass flashed everyone. He disappeared down over the steps with her, (looking a bit like a Viking heading off to a long ship after a successful nights raiding from the way she kicked and screamed over his back. Everyone now followed suit as band members, stage hands, roadies (even Eddie and Zeke), grabbed a female by the waist and began to walk. The mass of "select people" moved down the back steps of the stage and out to the rear parking lot where security had buses and limousines at the ready.

There was one problem for Lynn however. She couldn't leave her bike here. Oh shit, she'd almost forgot. As people stumbled into vehicles hooting and screaming she seized Justin by the hand and told him to run with her; although she was at a bit of a disadvantage attempting to run in her high heeled boots.

Just as she'd feared, in cutting across a grassy portion of the fairgrounds to get back to her bike, her heels sank into the ground like lawn darts and she came to a dead stop, (well the boots stopped but she went down in a bit of a tumble with Justin). She got to her feet and grabbed her boots, pulling them from the soft ground with a squish. She'd have to run barefoot in her fishnets, and the disadvantage was quite clear them both.

Through the pebbles and the soda cans the began to pick their way at a hippity-hop pace. She could see her bike in the distance but every step in the dark parking lot seemed a new adventure in pain (and not the fun kind she preferred). She turned to the cowboy mother fucker and judged the broadness of his shoulders. She nodded with satisfaction he'd eaten enough corn as a child so that he was rugged enough for the task as she gasped,

"Saddle-bag me over your shoulders and make for that bike!"

Lynn found herself tossed over Justin's back with her legs held firmly in place by two lanky but "wiry as fuck" male arms. He couldn't just play a fucking guitar, he could toss an amp around like a Kleenex box by the feel of it. She bounced on his shoulder hanging onto her boots and holding his sunglasses as below her Justin ran. He covered the distance as fast as his cowboy boots could carry them and with speed that surprised her, like an hombre bringing in the herd at the end of a long drive with whiskey to be drunk and women to spend money on.

They reached her bike and Lynn found herself set on her feet, easy and light as a feather. She went to her saddlebags. In went the jacket, along with the weed, her double headed dong, and the high-heeled thigh-high lawn darts. Out came the engineer boots which found their way on to her feet as quickly as if she'd tossed on mittens. There was no time to talk; only move. They had riding to do and limousines to catch.

She hopped on the softail and not two seconds later the beast snorted itself awake in a colossal blast of exhaust and spent fossil fuel. She looked at Justin with a sort of, Well Cowpoke it's time to ride what are you waiting on? sort of look and Justin through a leg over the seat and snuggled in close up to her thong covered bare ass.

"You need to hang on to something!" she hollered over the loud fart of the side-pipes.

Up came his hands to cup her breasts. For a second his fingers circled her nipples but then behaved themselves. She smiled with satisfaction; he wasn't all good intentions and gentlemanly charm after-all. She could work with this! She grabbed one of his paws and brought it down to the front of her pantie and slipped it inside the elastic band. She again smiled as he took the hint and began to stroke at her clitoris. Oh yeah, she thought, she could definitely work with this, (hemight even earn those sunglasses back).

They surged forward on the bike and left the parking lot. Leaving the fairgrounds along a side road and moving in the opposite direction was the line of limousines, the roadie vans, and two buses full of hand-picked groupie entertainment. Flash and Nancy had to be in one of those rides. Lynn made for it.

She gunned her way past a security road-block; completely ignoring highway cones and fat security cops armed only with frantically waiving flashlights. She was going to make that convoy. Justin pulled himself in closer to her and copped a good gropy feel; squishing her tit like he was checking her for ripeness in a produce market. Apparently speed and danger turned him on; as she could tell it wasn't "Mr. Microphone" pushing against the cheeks of her ass through those leather pants. She ground her pelvis against his strokes of her clit and cracked open that throttle... BAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!

They caught the convoy. It wasn't moving fast was turning onto another dirt road and heading to Flagstaff. As the vans, buses, and limos lumbered past, one limousine dropped an automatic window. Light from the interior streamed outside, followed by the smiling face of Flash McDonegal. A second later Nancy popped herself out the open sun-roof of the limo waving happily. She'd been helping herself to the limos bar and had a snifter of something sloshing around in her hand.

"Hey," Flash shouted, "I'm in the mood for a tattooing. Follow this limo when it breaks away from the convoy. This driver knows a place that can see to my needs before we hit the party!"

"See to his needs?" Nancy asked.

"Did you read his sleeves?" Justin asked pressing close to her ear, "He gets a tattoo of every new place the band goes to when they are on tour. It's his thing."

Lynn needed no further explanation.

"Right," she shouted, "we'll just follow you!"

They surged forward on the bike and joined the rocker caravan of debauchery. They rode along with the group for fifteen minutes until Nancy popped from the sunroof and made a wild wide-armed gesture, signaling they were leaving the caravan. A second later and Flash's heavily tattooed arm reached up and pulled the giggling nurse down back inside.

The limousine turned left down a side street away from the caravan and Lynn turned with it in hot pursuit. The concert had been a stone cold blast but now it was time to move out to better things. Flash needed to see a man about a tattoo. There was also the after-concert party and a whole floor of a hotel to trash in Flagstaff. It was also time for Justin to win back his hat and glasses.​