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Annie does the rock concert – A Sequel to ‘Girls Night Out – Messages in the sand’
The rock concert was happening this weekend and Annie was pretty excited. So was I. The ‘Girls night out’ end of season dinner a few weeks before had ended in Annie fucking some guy on a beach a couple of hours after she met him in a club nearby. Her friend, Sue, had fucked another guy on the beach that night too and it was apparent these two ‘girls’ had found a common bond – they loved random fucking.
When Annie eventually got home that night – morning – I had figured out she’d been fucked and once she realised I was turned on rather than mad with her, she was more open about her feelings and actions.
I knew Sue got around with some bikers and that they were going to a weekend-long open air rock concert soon. They’d be sleeping out rough for two nights, tents, swags and campfires. I had encouraged Annie to go with them, knowing where it would lead and that Annie would likely have a ‘fuck-tastic’ weekend.
Friday afternoon, the much anticipated moment came, and the deep thrum of engines in the street outside told me Sue and the ‘boys’ were here to pick Annie up. She grabbed the small backpack of clothes and makeup that she had packed and repacked a dozen times. It was a strange mix of clothes: warm jumper and skimpy, spaghetti-strap nylon cami; woollen beanie and tight-fitting, cotton tank top; tight blue jeans – which she was wearing – and super short denim shorts; long woollen socks and a micro-mini denim skirt, no bras, fuck knows how many pairs of knickers (for two days? – only two very stained pairs came back), a pair of calf length leather boots Sue lent her and, notably, nothing to sleep in. Well I guess if you’re sharing a swag with someone …
She had remembered my wish that she insert a little egg-vibrator inside herself before she mounted the bike and had sheepishly shown it to me while she was dressing. I had reached out to touch it but she pushed me away saying I could take it out when she returned.
So there she was – helmet on, backpack on, boots on, an excited grin of anticipation, throwing her leg over the back of some guy’s Harley. I probably imagined it but it seemed to me the crotch of her jeans was already damp with excitement.
She had never been on a bike before so her rider called out to her.
‘Just stick your feet on those pegs, wrap your arms around me and hang on baby!’
The five bikers and their two ‘bike molls’ gave me a salutary wave and they roared off. I was a little jealous as the weekend promised to be something special; lots of cool people enjoying great music on a privately owned farm by the river, plenty of food and drink. The guys had invited me to go too and I was tempted, but I’d seen that momentary look of panic on Annie face, willing me to say ‘No’. I made some lame excuse and wished them all a great weekend. That, at least, was guaranteed.
I was left to try not to spend the weekend watching the clock and listening for the roar of the five bikes returning, and keep my imagination in check. Annie had promised to give me a ‘blow by blow’ run down of the whole weekend later.
As they roared away, I noticed my neighbour peering over the fence, apparently curious about the noise of the idling bikes. By the look on his face, he’d figured out Annie was off for a dirty weekend. He knew her only as the sweet, attractive lady from next door, and I’d caught him perving on her more than once. His imagination must have kept him awake all weekend too!
Fast forward two days.
It was mid-evening Sunday before the unmistakable roar in the street signalled the return of the boys with their bikes and their ‘birds’. Annie was wearing the denim skirt. It was short enough when she was standing; sitting legs wide apart on the pillion, the skirt was bunched up half way to her waist, her white panties plain for all to see. This time I was sure; they were very damp.
Annie’s rider ‘Splint’(..?), steadied her as she half-climbed and half-slumped from the bike, obviously exhausted. Oblivious of my presence, her skirt still hiked up, she put her arms around Splint’s neck and kissed him, slurring ‘Oh Splint, I wish I could come home with you. I’d do anything for you and the boys.’
Splint smirked at me as he replied. ‘Now come on Annie. You need to rest. You stay here with your man and we’ll party again another time.’ My dick twitched as he said the word ‘party’.
As he kicked his bike into gear, Splint called out to me, ‘That’s a very fine woman you’ve got there man. She’s a real pro. You look after her for us.’
Annie waved and blew a kiss and, as they all rode away, and I noticed Sue’s hands seemed to be inside her rider’s pants, one wrist moving slightly up and down.
I helped a very tired or drunk (or both) Annie into the house and pulled her backpack off her shoulders. She slumped into my arms and looked sleepily into my eyes. She looked exhausted, totally spent, but her happy, satisfied smile said it all. No point in asking how the weekend went. It was all too obvious. ‘Fucking Great’ sums it up.
I helped her undress and was keen to see if the egg vibrator was still in place. It was not. Instead there was something bigger slotted in her seriously wet cunt. She sensed my actions and interest.
‘I lost the little egg. Sue threw it away,’ she slurred.
‘Why?’ I asked. ‘Did the battery go flat?’
‘Yes. No. Sort of. When we stopped for fuel on the way up to the farm, Sue followed me to the ‘Ladies’ and as I was about to go into the booth she pulled a butt plug out of her pocket and said, ‘Here. Throw that little egg away and put this in your love hole. You’ll never orgasm on the back of a bike with that pea. But this will have you soaking by the time Splint gets into top gear!’ She was right. Meet ‘Beavis’, my new best friend,’ she joked, passing it under my nose.
With that, she collapsed onto the bed, stark naked, rolled onto her side and was ‘u*********s’ within a minute.
I gently parted her butt cheeks and gazed at the damage. Fat, puffy cunt lips, angry red, gorged with blood, her entire crotch and half her thighs slick with stickiness, hickeys and bruises all over her from belly button to her knees, and, inevitably, a red, raw anus.
I’d been hard for two days waiting for this moment, and after the constant fucking she’d had for that time, I reckon I was owed some relief. I pulled the butt plug from her cunt – which was so stretched the plug sort of fell out when I touched it – and pushed first two, then three, then four fingers into her. She moaned and robotically raised her leg to allow access to whoever or whatever was being shoved up her willing cunt. My once sweet little Annie had become a real sex-crazed slut … and I loved it!
I spooned in behind her a shoved my raging cock into her. She was so big and slippery there was no resistance and I wondered how many cocks, big cocks, had been shoved into her in the last 48 hours. I came in no time at all, but the thought of what she’d been up to kept me hard. I imagined I was ‘the next bloke’ fucking her and I’d pull out, finger her again for a moment and then ram ‘the next cock’ in.
‘The next guy’ rolled her on her back, licked her sloppy cunt and fucked her again.
‘The next guy’ turned her over and propped her arse up so he could slide his dick up and down her arse crack before shoving it all into her cunt. (I was tempted to fuck her arse but she had made me promise never to do that and, even though she’d obviously lost her anal virginity in the last couple of days, I kept my promise. Just as well; she was really sore for days after and it wasn’t down to me.)
I kept fucking her like that for much longer than I can usually stay up. I actually came twice more, although the third time was more pulse than squirt. Several times she spoke, more of a slurred mutter; things like ‘Fuck me with your big cock’, ‘Put it in my arse again’, ‘Cum inside me baby’, ‘Let me suck you while you’re waiting’, ‘I’ve got two more holes here guys’. She was obviously reliving the past couple of days.
It was several days later before the opportunity came for Annie and me to talk about the weekend. At first she was reluctant to go into detail but slowly she warmed to the story.
‘After the fuel stop,’ she said, ‘with the butt plug inside me pressing against the seat and the vibrations constantly frigging my little cunnie, my knickers and jeans were soaked and I got so horny I couldn’t wait to get there. I just wanted to fuck somebody – anybody. While some of the guys set up a little campsite for us, Sue and I sucked the other guys’ cocks. I let one guy fuck me standing up against a tree and I almost chewed his ear off as he rammed his cock up my dripping cunt.
‘Then, just before we came, Sue walked over, knelt down and licked his balls and my arse from underneath. I nearly passed out with the orgasm.
‘After the camp was set, the fellas all started drinking and I had a few bourbon and cokes. As you know I don’t normally drink hard stuff, but I was already out of control – and loving it. I did have the presence of mind not to drink too much as I wanted to remember the events as well as experience them. When one of the guys handed around a joint, I just automatically sucked on it a couple of times before I passed it on. It certainly made me feel strange but I didn’t want any more.
‘Later, while a blues band was playing ZZ Top, Sue and I were dancing and someone dared us to take our tops off. We kept jiving and then we fell over. I landed on top of Sue and the guys started chanting ‘Fight! Fight! Fight!’ We did have a play wrestle and when Sue shoved her hand down my jeans I planted a big kiss on her lips and shoved my tongue inside her mouth. They all cheered so loud you couldn’t hear the band!
‘We stripped each other off in front of everyone and play-fucked until two guys joined in and we had a group grope.’
By this time Annie and I were laying half clothed on the floor in the warmth of the sun shining through the bay windows. She was getting more and more animated as she spoke and rubbing my dick and scratching under my balls as I licked and kissed and stroked her all over. She pushed my hand down her tummy and opened her legs and rubbed my dick back and forth across her slippery wet cunt. It was all I let her do or I would have lost all control.
Annie continued. ‘When it got dark, with bands playing constantly, I found myself in the tent being fucked by the guys. I don’t think I slept at all that night and by morning I was aware some guys were coming back for their second or third fuck. Sue was near me fucking her heart out too.
‘One guy call me ‘Midnight’, and was later told it was short for ‘Midnight Express’. Apparently he said I’d pulled more trains than the Midnight Express!
‘My nipples were raw, my cunt was sore and my arse hurt, but by now I was past pain. Someone only had to touch my cunt lightly and all my nerve ends jangled and I’d spread my legs and beg for another cock inside me. My hips are aching now from having my legs open for hours.
‘I slept with Splint in his swag the second night. I was so ‘loose’ by now I could barely feel three fingers inside me but his cock was so big and stiff I could feel it all the way in. I found out why they call him ‘Splint’. They reckon he stays hard even when he’s asleep. And I reckon they’re right. Once when I was riding him, he started to snore but his cock was still nudging my cervix!’
That did it. I had to come now. I shoved Annie’s legs wide and rolled on top, ramming my little dick in as quickly as I could. I blew my load immediately and cursed my lack of control.
Annie grinned. ‘Maybe you should talk to Splint. Find out how he does it.’
‘Speaking of Splint,’ she went on, ‘he’s asked me to strip at a Buck’s Show next week. They’ll even pay me. Is that OK with you?’
‘Well, if you want to do it, that’s OK with me. I guess that leaves me alone again for another weekend.’
‘Not quite,’ Annie said smiling. ‘Sue has kindly offered to ‘baby-sit’ for me. I know you’ve wanted to fuck her ever since the night she fucked young Simon in our spare room. And not only does she love fucking, Splint says we’re the best fucks he’s ever had and she told me last weekend she really wants to fuck you.’
What could I say?
The rock concert was happening this weekend and Annie was pretty excited. So was I. The ‘Girls night out’ end of season dinner a few weeks before had ended in Annie fucking some guy on a beach a couple of hours after she met him in a club nearby. Her friend, Sue, had fucked another guy on the beach that night too and it was apparent these two ‘girls’ had found a common bond – they loved random fucking.
When Annie eventually got home that night – morning – I had figured out she’d been fucked and once she realised I was turned on rather than mad with her, she was more open about her feelings and actions.
I knew Sue got around with some bikers and that they were going to a weekend-long open air rock concert soon. They’d be sleeping out rough for two nights, tents, swags and campfires. I had encouraged Annie to go with them, knowing where it would lead and that Annie would likely have a ‘fuck-tastic’ weekend.
Friday afternoon, the much anticipated moment came, and the deep thrum of engines in the street outside told me Sue and the ‘boys’ were here to pick Annie up. She grabbed the small backpack of clothes and makeup that she had packed and repacked a dozen times. It was a strange mix of clothes: warm jumper and skimpy, spaghetti-strap nylon cami; woollen beanie and tight-fitting, cotton tank top; tight blue jeans – which she was wearing – and super short denim shorts; long woollen socks and a micro-mini denim skirt, no bras, fuck knows how many pairs of knickers (for two days? – only two very stained pairs came back), a pair of calf length leather boots Sue lent her and, notably, nothing to sleep in. Well I guess if you’re sharing a swag with someone …
She had remembered my wish that she insert a little egg-vibrator inside herself before she mounted the bike and had sheepishly shown it to me while she was dressing. I had reached out to touch it but she pushed me away saying I could take it out when she returned.
So there she was – helmet on, backpack on, boots on, an excited grin of anticipation, throwing her leg over the back of some guy’s Harley. I probably imagined it but it seemed to me the crotch of her jeans was already damp with excitement.
She had never been on a bike before so her rider called out to her.
‘Just stick your feet on those pegs, wrap your arms around me and hang on baby!’
The five bikers and their two ‘bike molls’ gave me a salutary wave and they roared off. I was a little jealous as the weekend promised to be something special; lots of cool people enjoying great music on a privately owned farm by the river, plenty of food and drink. The guys had invited me to go too and I was tempted, but I’d seen that momentary look of panic on Annie face, willing me to say ‘No’. I made some lame excuse and wished them all a great weekend. That, at least, was guaranteed.
I was left to try not to spend the weekend watching the clock and listening for the roar of the five bikes returning, and keep my imagination in check. Annie had promised to give me a ‘blow by blow’ run down of the whole weekend later.
As they roared away, I noticed my neighbour peering over the fence, apparently curious about the noise of the idling bikes. By the look on his face, he’d figured out Annie was off for a dirty weekend. He knew her only as the sweet, attractive lady from next door, and I’d caught him perving on her more than once. His imagination must have kept him awake all weekend too!
Fast forward two days.
It was mid-evening Sunday before the unmistakable roar in the street signalled the return of the boys with their bikes and their ‘birds’. Annie was wearing the denim skirt. It was short enough when she was standing; sitting legs wide apart on the pillion, the skirt was bunched up half way to her waist, her white panties plain for all to see. This time I was sure; they were very damp.
Annie’s rider ‘Splint’(..?), steadied her as she half-climbed and half-slumped from the bike, obviously exhausted. Oblivious of my presence, her skirt still hiked up, she put her arms around Splint’s neck and kissed him, slurring ‘Oh Splint, I wish I could come home with you. I’d do anything for you and the boys.’
Splint smirked at me as he replied. ‘Now come on Annie. You need to rest. You stay here with your man and we’ll party again another time.’ My dick twitched as he said the word ‘party’.
As he kicked his bike into gear, Splint called out to me, ‘That’s a very fine woman you’ve got there man. She’s a real pro. You look after her for us.’
Annie waved and blew a kiss and, as they all rode away, and I noticed Sue’s hands seemed to be inside her rider’s pants, one wrist moving slightly up and down.
I helped a very tired or drunk (or both) Annie into the house and pulled her backpack off her shoulders. She slumped into my arms and looked sleepily into my eyes. She looked exhausted, totally spent, but her happy, satisfied smile said it all. No point in asking how the weekend went. It was all too obvious. ‘Fucking Great’ sums it up.
I helped her undress and was keen to see if the egg vibrator was still in place. It was not. Instead there was something bigger slotted in her seriously wet cunt. She sensed my actions and interest.
‘I lost the little egg. Sue threw it away,’ she slurred.
‘Why?’ I asked. ‘Did the battery go flat?’
‘Yes. No. Sort of. When we stopped for fuel on the way up to the farm, Sue followed me to the ‘Ladies’ and as I was about to go into the booth she pulled a butt plug out of her pocket and said, ‘Here. Throw that little egg away and put this in your love hole. You’ll never orgasm on the back of a bike with that pea. But this will have you soaking by the time Splint gets into top gear!’ She was right. Meet ‘Beavis’, my new best friend,’ she joked, passing it under my nose.
With that, she collapsed onto the bed, stark naked, rolled onto her side and was ‘u*********s’ within a minute.
I gently parted her butt cheeks and gazed at the damage. Fat, puffy cunt lips, angry red, gorged with blood, her entire crotch and half her thighs slick with stickiness, hickeys and bruises all over her from belly button to her knees, and, inevitably, a red, raw anus.
I’d been hard for two days waiting for this moment, and after the constant fucking she’d had for that time, I reckon I was owed some relief. I pulled the butt plug from her cunt – which was so stretched the plug sort of fell out when I touched it – and pushed first two, then three, then four fingers into her. She moaned and robotically raised her leg to allow access to whoever or whatever was being shoved up her willing cunt. My once sweet little Annie had become a real sex-crazed slut … and I loved it!
I spooned in behind her a shoved my raging cock into her. She was so big and slippery there was no resistance and I wondered how many cocks, big cocks, had been shoved into her in the last 48 hours. I came in no time at all, but the thought of what she’d been up to kept me hard. I imagined I was ‘the next bloke’ fucking her and I’d pull out, finger her again for a moment and then ram ‘the next cock’ in.
‘The next guy’ rolled her on her back, licked her sloppy cunt and fucked her again.
‘The next guy’ turned her over and propped her arse up so he could slide his dick up and down her arse crack before shoving it all into her cunt. (I was tempted to fuck her arse but she had made me promise never to do that and, even though she’d obviously lost her anal virginity in the last couple of days, I kept my promise. Just as well; she was really sore for days after and it wasn’t down to me.)
I kept fucking her like that for much longer than I can usually stay up. I actually came twice more, although the third time was more pulse than squirt. Several times she spoke, more of a slurred mutter; things like ‘Fuck me with your big cock’, ‘Put it in my arse again’, ‘Cum inside me baby’, ‘Let me suck you while you’re waiting’, ‘I’ve got two more holes here guys’. She was obviously reliving the past couple of days.
It was several days later before the opportunity came for Annie and me to talk about the weekend. At first she was reluctant to go into detail but slowly she warmed to the story.
‘After the fuel stop,’ she said, ‘with the butt plug inside me pressing against the seat and the vibrations constantly frigging my little cunnie, my knickers and jeans were soaked and I got so horny I couldn’t wait to get there. I just wanted to fuck somebody – anybody. While some of the guys set up a little campsite for us, Sue and I sucked the other guys’ cocks. I let one guy fuck me standing up against a tree and I almost chewed his ear off as he rammed his cock up my dripping cunt.
‘Then, just before we came, Sue walked over, knelt down and licked his balls and my arse from underneath. I nearly passed out with the orgasm.
‘After the camp was set, the fellas all started drinking and I had a few bourbon and cokes. As you know I don’t normally drink hard stuff, but I was already out of control – and loving it. I did have the presence of mind not to drink too much as I wanted to remember the events as well as experience them. When one of the guys handed around a joint, I just automatically sucked on it a couple of times before I passed it on. It certainly made me feel strange but I didn’t want any more.
‘Later, while a blues band was playing ZZ Top, Sue and I were dancing and someone dared us to take our tops off. We kept jiving and then we fell over. I landed on top of Sue and the guys started chanting ‘Fight! Fight! Fight!’ We did have a play wrestle and when Sue shoved her hand down my jeans I planted a big kiss on her lips and shoved my tongue inside her mouth. They all cheered so loud you couldn’t hear the band!
‘We stripped each other off in front of everyone and play-fucked until two guys joined in and we had a group grope.’
By this time Annie and I were laying half clothed on the floor in the warmth of the sun shining through the bay windows. She was getting more and more animated as she spoke and rubbing my dick and scratching under my balls as I licked and kissed and stroked her all over. She pushed my hand down her tummy and opened her legs and rubbed my dick back and forth across her slippery wet cunt. It was all I let her do or I would have lost all control.
Annie continued. ‘When it got dark, with bands playing constantly, I found myself in the tent being fucked by the guys. I don’t think I slept at all that night and by morning I was aware some guys were coming back for their second or third fuck. Sue was near me fucking her heart out too.
‘One guy call me ‘Midnight’, and was later told it was short for ‘Midnight Express’. Apparently he said I’d pulled more trains than the Midnight Express!
‘My nipples were raw, my cunt was sore and my arse hurt, but by now I was past pain. Someone only had to touch my cunt lightly and all my nerve ends jangled and I’d spread my legs and beg for another cock inside me. My hips are aching now from having my legs open for hours.
‘I slept with Splint in his swag the second night. I was so ‘loose’ by now I could barely feel three fingers inside me but his cock was so big and stiff I could feel it all the way in. I found out why they call him ‘Splint’. They reckon he stays hard even when he’s asleep. And I reckon they’re right. Once when I was riding him, he started to snore but his cock was still nudging my cervix!’
That did it. I had to come now. I shoved Annie’s legs wide and rolled on top, ramming my little dick in as quickly as I could. I blew my load immediately and cursed my lack of control.
Annie grinned. ‘Maybe you should talk to Splint. Find out how he does it.’
‘Speaking of Splint,’ she went on, ‘he’s asked me to strip at a Buck’s Show next week. They’ll even pay me. Is that OK with you?’
‘Well, if you want to do it, that’s OK with me. I guess that leaves me alone again for another weekend.’
‘Not quite,’ Annie said smiling. ‘Sue has kindly offered to ‘baby-sit’ for me. I know you’ve wanted to fuck her ever since the night she fucked young Simon in our spare room. And not only does she love fucking, Splint says we’re the best fucks he’s ever had and she told me last weekend she really wants to fuck you.’
What could I say?
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