I’ve been part of a traveling band for a few years now and we have more than our fair share of groupie stories. When you’re a guitarist in a rock band, it isn’t hard to attract chicks, especially when you look and play like Gavin Rossdale. I have a regular woman back home in sweet Alabama, but when I’m on the road it’s sex, weed and rock ‘n’ roll all the way.
This particular night we were well into the first set at a kick ass venue when the sound of a Harley could distinctly be heard over our pounding music. A moment later a woman came into the bar dressed in leather and sat down at a table in the corner. She motioned for a beer and pulled her helmet off, releasing a torrent of long, dirty blonde hair.
She settled back in her chair, pulled out a pack of Marlboros and placed one between her full red lips. The Zippo flared, showing off her high cheekbones and gray eyes. Then her Bud came and she began to sip from it suggestively, giving new meaning to the phrase “head of beer.” I could play our tunes blindfolded and in a coma, so it wasn’t hard for me to spend most of my time watching her.
I began to get fancy with my strings, doing some guitar hero tricks. I could tell this babe was really into my hot licks from the way she put her jackboots up and leaned back to get a better look at me. I started moving to the edge of the stage closest to her, suggestively thrusting my Fender Mustang in her direction. The ten inch bulge in my tight leather pants provided backup. From the way she licked her lips, I could tell she wanted a backstage pass badly.
After the set, the owner announced a twenty minute break and I headed for the bar. Just as I’d expected, the biker babe soon sauntered up beside me. In a sultry voice colored by Jack Daniels and a pack a day habit, she asked if she could buy me a drink. They were on the house anyway, but who was I to turn this fox down. I ordered a bourbon on the rocks and drained it in one gulp.
Jessica brushed my rough shaven jaw with a long red nail and asked if she could have my rocks. Before I could answer, she’d taken a cube into her mouth and was playing with it. Then she stuck her long tongue out and showed me the melted ice, which dripped down her chin like come.
“Want to fuck?” she asked. This was the best kind of fast forward. I told her to meet me after the show but she just threw her hair back and laughed.
“You don’t get it, do you? I want you now, before the next set,” she said. I was going to object, but she quickly explained that her old man was coming by in about half an hour and he was one mean dude. She didn’t usually cheat on him, but I looked too good to pass up.
I’m no quickie fan, but this heavy metal woman was a vision of pure sex. She had great tits and her ass was boss. We quickly went out the side exit into an alley by the parking lot. Her Harley was parked by the brick wall and she leaned back against the seat, unzipping her pants with her long, ringed fingers. “Eat me,” she said in a husky moan.
I bent down and began to lick and suck her shaved pussy as she gripped my hair in both hands. As my tongue sank farther and farther into her sopping hole she straddled my head with her boots and clung to me like she was born to be wild. I fucked her with my tongue until her tightened thighs started making me breathless. I came up for air and she pulled my erection out.
“Nice cock,” she said, playing with the shaft. There wasn’t much time before I had to be on stage again, and I definitely wanted to do this woman right. I went to shove my tip between her dusky pussy lips, but Jessica said that she wanted a backdoor man.
Then she bent over her Harley and pulled her chaps down to her ankles, revealing the sweetest piece of tail I’d ever had the opportunity to ball. I lubricated my dick with my spit and inserted the first five inches of my erection directly into her butthole. Jessica yelped like a banshee and asked me to butt fuck her to kingdom come.
I rammed the remaining five inches of rock hard cock into her asshole as her monster boobs slapped against the gas tank. She gripped the handlebars and I rode her for all she was worth. She was great. Her long hair hung over her face as she called me every name in the book. I dug my fingers into her sweating ass cheeks and jerked my cock back and forth into her anus. I shot my load like a bat out of hell and pulled out to see one exhausted biker babe frig herself off with a fast clit job. She sagged over the hog and I lit a cigarette to watch her writhing cunt and ass finish the work I’d started.
Just then the sound of another Harley could be heard. Jessica quickly pulled up her pants, gave me a quick kiss and said, “Thanks for the screw.” Then she got on her bike and hightailed it out of the alley around to the front.
I slipped in the exit just as the other guys started to play and was soon on stage. Jessica came in a minute later with the meanest looking mother I’d ever seen and proceeded to sit at the same table as before. She winked and it was like d j vu, except this time, I had nothing to play for but the roar of the crowd.
A month later we swung back into town on the last leg of our tour and ended up playing two nights at the same dive. Both evenings Jessica and I repeated our performance. I guess she never told her old man, because I’m still alive. And no groupie has come close to her since.
T.M., Birmingham, Alabama