The Band Comes Home from Tour – Part 2/3 [fmmm] [mast][oral]

He was always very clear on what he liked on me. He was an uncomplicated man. Denim, leggings, knee or thigh socks, t-shirts and tanks…he did like me to dress up for special occasions but he just loved me as his concert-going skater-girl…and I love it because I could just be comfortable, all the time. I’d be at a concert tonight anyway, and since I’d promised to help them set up, it would all work out fine, and in the end…it was my body that counted, and that was clean and shaved and…hot and moist. I didn’t want to be too conventional though, so I decided to leave the bottom layer off. I rummaged through the mess that is our bedroom, threw some bits and pieces I liked on the bed and then unwrapped myself from my towel to try them on.

As soon as the still warm towel uncovered my skin, a wave of goosebumps washed over me from head to toe. I felt my nipples harden again and a cool breeze hit the warmth between my legs. I felt that tell-tale pang of cold, and checking in my full-height mirror, it confirmed that I was still wet, a little dribble of my juices hanging from a thread from my labia and arching over to my inner right thigh. I took a deep breath as I took in the sight in the mirror. I hadn’t been this continuously turned on since I’d first met him and we screwed like bunnies, and I liked it. I bit my lip again and took in my soft skin, my tattoos a little brighter and bolder from the lotion, my breasts plump, nipples erect, the little ring piercings accentuating the chill. I pull on them with my thumbs and forefingers, stretching the breasts out towards the mirror, feeling that stinging pain I love so much. I close my eyes and squeeze my breasts hard, clawing into them with my fingernails. My hands run down my belly and as I reach the crease between my legs I open my eyes and watch a finger disappear between the folds. I gasp as I run over my clit, and my legs quiver. My finger continues down my lubricated lips and finds its way into myself. My whole body trembles for an instant as I remember I have no time to waste. I bring my finger up to my mouth and taste myself, take a deep breath, and giggle to myself in the mirror before turning to the clothes on my bed.

I spend about 5 minutes holding up different bits and pieces up to myself in the mirror and finally decide. I also decide I’m going to leave off the bottom layer. It shouldn’t be too apparent unless you’re looking to see it, or I want someone to notice, and also I figured it would save us a few precious seconds when getting undressed! First on is a pair of black leggings. As I pull them on I’m greeted by that amazing feeling of silky smoothness against my freshly shaved legs. I pull them up over my calves, knees and thighs and feel the material cling to my labia as my moisture seeps into them. Next on are thick black knee-high socks. I stretch them up over my knees and let my hands linger on my thighs a moment longer than needed, then run them back over my belly to my breasts where again I give my nipples a tug. I slip on the last little piece I’ve chosen for my bottom half. It’s his favorite on me: a pair of actually rather skimpy cut-off jeans shorts. They’re cut at a boy-short height, about an inch of butt-cheek showing under where the denim ends at the back, and basically what is just the seam holding them together barely covering up my intimate bits. I would never wear just these, hence the tights hiding my lips from most eyes, although those prying would clearly notice my smooth contours through the somewhat see-through material of the tights. To finish it off I throw a black zip-up hoodie on top with nothing underneath. I step back and take myself in in the mirror. My slim shapely legs are perfectly hugged by the socks and tights. Through those tights, the tattoos on my thighs and the back of my legs show. I notice how the tattoos are kind of attention grabbing and direct the gaze right to where by body feels the hottest right now. I question my choice, but smile inwardly and decide I wouldn’t too much mind those extra sets of eyes trying to undress me even further. I’m happy with myself. I’d fuck me.

Checking the time on my phone I realize I’m running about a half hour early. I’m surprised given my antics that morning but I never really checked what time it was when I woke up…maybe it was my insatiable mind’s plan to wake up early and have enough time to get off! Realizing how I’d rushed through everything except pleasuring myself, I thought I’d give myself a breather. I fell back on my bed and closed my eyes for a second. My mind filled with thoughts of him: our holidays in Cuba before he left, rum cocktails on the beach and dancing the nights away, or our frequent winter weekend getaways, exhausting ourselves on the slopes and then cuddling in front of the fireplace sipping bourbons at night, the amazing treasure hunts he would set up on Valentine’s Day. My mind then strayed, fixating on how all of those days had ended…with his powerful body on top of me, his bass-player hands gripping me, and his thick hard cock pounding me into convulsing orgasm after convulsing orgasm. Fuck. I felt a pang of embarrassment at my sexual hunger today.

I tried to snap out of it and picked up my phone to write to some people about the day’s plans, keeping my mind off of him, but as soon as I’d replied to everyone I instinctively opened up my photos folder and started looking through pics of the two of us. You’ve probably guessed that it didn’t help. After not even 10 seconds of swiping, I stopped on a photograph I had no idea was on my phone. My heart skipped a beat; my thighs clenched together, my nipples pressed against my hoodie.

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That night was…those guys were…he must have taken it while I was sleeping…or…!? I remembered the room immediately. It was a quaint little AirBnB we had rented out in Portugal. We had been taking our first surfing lessons that day and spent the evening on the beach with a group of people we met at the surf school. We barbecued and drank god knows how many beers until late into the night. In a drunken stupor, with my head leaning on his shoulder, I whispered to him. “Surfers are hot”. He looked at me, fully aware of my inebriated state, and I guess he decided I wasn’t going to hold out much longer. He downed the rest of his beer and exclaimed “OK, who wants to come back to our flat? We’re almost out of beer and the liquor cabinet over there is well stocked!” I protested, telling him that we certainly didn’t need to drink more, but he assured me I could just go to bed if I wanted and that they’d keep it down in the living room. I reluctantly agreed and we stumbled back to the flat.

On the way there we dropped to the back of the party and he got very frisky with me. He slipped a hand under my shirt just above the hem of my board-shorts and rubbed the skin on my back…then he let it trail lower, over the fabric, cupping an asscheek for a second before giving it a hard squeeze. Even lower it went, almost reaching the back of my knee before trailing up the inside of my thigh, under the shorts, and pressing against my labia through my still wet and cold bikini bottom. I missed a step as his touch made my knees buckle and held myself up against him. “Babe!” I said, maybe a little too loudly, catching the attention of a few of the guys and girls ahead of us who looked back, staring at me, smirks on their face. He turned his head towards me with a stern look on his face and under his breath said: “Control yourself, will you?” The submissive in me muttered a quiet “sorry babe” and we resumed walking. His hand repeating its thigh-to-pussy trails over and over again. We kissed while walking and my breath became deeper and I missed more and more steps. By the time we got to the apartment he was basically holding me up with his hand on my crotch and all I wanted was for him to pin me to the bed and fuck my brains out. I told him I wish the others weren’t here and all I wanted was him inside me as I cupped his semi-hard cock over his shorts in the entrance as the others sat down in the living room. I told him I didn’t want to wait and that I’d wait for him in bed, nude, legs spread wide, with my fingers roaming my body until he decided to join me and take me. He pinched my butt as he said: “And this is why I love you. I promise I won’t be long. You do as you said and I’ll be in there as soon as I get these guys out of here.” I was burning up. I said goodnight to the others and went straight to bed. In no time I was completely naked and on the bed, one hand pulling on my nipple piercings, and the other massaging my clit and my juices onto my labia…I wanted no struggle for him to get inside me. I heard glasses clinking outside and wondered how they could still be drinking. I reminded myself I was half their size, and also remembered as I touched myself how goddamn good it felt when I was drunk.

I was woken up with his mouth over mine. “Hey baby”, he whispered as I opened my eyes. I must’ve passed out. I must have been drunker than I thought. No matter that, I knew exactly where I left off. I realized my fingers were still inside me and instinctively I just started moving them in and out of myself as I reached my face back up to his to kiss him again. I moaned as our tongues wrapped against each other. “I missed you” I said to him. “I promised I’d be quick, I guess you didn’t even notice I was gone since you fell asleep” he said, grinning. “I brought you a surprise, too,” he said, as he rolled his body off of me. My eyes took a moment to adjust to the dim light, and when they did they grew wider as my mouth gasped wide open. In the shadows I made out the outlines of two of the other guys. In my drunken half-asleep stupor I agitatedly started to protest. He pinned my hands back down to the bed and told me to relax, he had told them what I’m ok and not ok with, and how we had always wanted to do this, and how big they both were. I calmed myself and looked past him into the shadows again. They both had long hair. Their bodies were sculpted, and I mean I could make out every muscle in their body. Not muscle-heads though. Just toned, hot surfers. As my eyes made their way down their bodies they both dropped their boxer-briefs. They were already hard. I bit my tongue then swallowed as I took them in. They were similarly sized to my man, and that meant big. Around 8 inches long and a hair under 2 inches thick. I plunged my fingers back inside me, arched my back, and said to my boyfriend “and THIS, is why I love YOU.”

He got back on top of me and started kissing me. I reached for his cock with my hand and moaned as he reached between my legs. The two other guys sat down on the bed and their hands immediately reached for my body. I felt fiery goosebumps all over me as they caressed my skin ever so lightly, tracing the outlines of my tattoos, squeezing my breasts, pinched my nipples, and massaged my arms and legs. Tim (I just realized I haven’t even told you his name yet!) meanwhile moved down on the bed and gently moved my hand away from my soaking wet slit. My hips bucked up as I felt his tongue flick my clit then come to rest on top of it, pressing down on my most sensitive piece of flesh. My hands instinctively looked for something to grab onto to stabilize myself with my hips in the air. One hand grabbed the wrist of the guy on my left, who proceeded to take my hand and guide it to his rock-hard cock. My other hand landed on the other guys cock without him needing to guide it, but he slapped it away and instead moved up on the bed and straddled me over my chest. He put his strong hand on my lower jaw and squeezed my mouth open. I made eye contact with him and stuck my tongue out as he moved his cock closer to me. I started stroking the cock in my left hand and felt the guys’ hands on my breasts, flicking my piercings and tugging at them. The cock in my face inched closer to my lips as my tongue twirled around its tip, then he plunged deep inside my mouth. My loud carnal moans from Tim’s tongue on my clit were muffled and gagged by the cock thrusting in and out of my mouth. I felt pre-cum flowing onto my hand from the cock I was jerking off. My senses were overloaded. I took the cock in my mouth as deep as I could and as the gag reflex hit me again I came. I felt every muscle in my body tense up before relaxing as my hips fell back down onto the mattress and bucked up a few times with each wave of pleasure. Tim and the guy I was jerking switched places while I kept inhaling the 3rd guys cock. I felt a couple of fingers feel out my dripping cunt and then the unmistakable feeling of a man entering me, millimeter by millimeter. As I felt he must have been halfway in he pulled out again. Tim mumbled something I didn’t care listening to then went and sat on the chair in the corner of the room. Then all of a sudden I was full. Both guys thrust into me at the same time, filling my mouth and pussy in one fell move. I almost came again right there and then but my gagging and choking stopped me from doing so. They both held that position for a few more seconds before both pulling out. I got the feeling it wasn’t the first time they double-teamed a little vixen like me for the first time.

Their strong hands gripped my wrists and ankles and they flipped me onto my belly. My lust was incredible…the lightness of being inebriated with the fire inside me made me feel like this is what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. One of them (the one that was inside me before) sat down in front of my face, grabbed my hair forcefully and lowered my mouth onto his cock. It was a little bigger than the other guys’ and I couldn’t get to the base of it before I gagged. I could taste myself though and I loved that, so I worked him with my tongue and wrapped a couple of fingers at the base to make sure I could stimulate all of him. Behind me, the second guy grabbed my thighs and propped me up onto my knees. Face-down, ass-up…you know how the rhyme goes. It’s even better when my mouth is full. He also let himself inside me in one thrust and wasted no time teasing but began steadily pounding me. His thighs slapped into the back of mine and soon that amazing painful stinging was added to my pleasure. His testicles swung forward with each thrust, perfectly hitting my clit. I was drooling everywhere. There were wet-spots under my waist and under my mouth. I thought how lewd I must look and that thought of me, spit-roasted, makeup smudged, covered in sweat, and turned me on even more. I came again. I dropped his cock out of my mouth and collapsed, trembling, onto the bed. They didn’t even give me a chance to recover before they were stretching my limbs out to the corners of the bed and tying them there with whatever pieces of clothing they could find. To finish it off they took my bikini bottoms, which tasted of sea-water any my own juices, and stuffed them in my mouth, and one of them tied his t-shirt around my eyes. Then, one by one, they had their final way with me. Fucking me slowly at first, then faster, and faster, and faster, until I exploded into orgasm, tensing all my muscles and shaking uncontrollably (I still think I’d have fallen off the bed if I wasn’t tied down) my guttural screams probably audible by all the neighbors. Then they would pull out of me and masturbate their load onto my naked body. Each of the three of them repeated this (Tim was last, I could recognize his cock by how it felt inside me) until I collapsed into unconsciousness.

That’s when he must have taken the picture. Me lying there, out-cold, tied down spread-eagle, my glistening wet snatch sore and red, my makeup running down my face, panties in my mouth, nipples swollen, and covered in thick cum.

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I came hard. Thinking about that night made me lose control again and my hands had found themselves under my tights in no time. I lay there shaking for a few minutes before checking my phone again. FUCK! My 30 minute buffer had turned into 5 minutes late! I cursed myself for being such a little impatient slut and threw myself off the bed. I zipped and buttoned my might-as-well-wear-nothing jeans shorts as I stumbled to the bathroom. I haphazardly applied a light makeup and some dark red lip-stick, threw on a pair of tattered black converse, and headed out to my car. I turned out of my driveway and accelerated towards the venue before noticing how wet it was between my legs. I grinned to myself and remembered I hadn’t even washed my hands. I brought my masturbating hand up to my mouth and wrapped my lips around my index and middle fingers…slowly pulling them out, tasting my passion, and grinning to myself. Whatever happened after the concert, it was going to feel amazing.

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