The Band

It was the middle of a long, hot summer, and my school was hot and boring. I was taking college-level courses to help save on college when I graduated. My parents, appreciating my efforts, bought me two tickets to my favorite band, "Heat-seeking Moisture Missile." I was in love with T-Rex, the lead singer, and blew a gasket when my parents bought me two front-row tickets to their show in town. I called my best friend Amy, and we freaked out together.

"Oh my God, Becca, seeing them on your eighteenth birthday is so cool,"

"I know we must go shopping for this show big time," I screamed.

Amy and I hit a very fashionable shop in town and looked for sexy outfits to wear. Amy picked out a red leather micro skirt, and I chose a see-through micro mini dress that displayed my nice, firm rack. Amy wondered how I could be so skinny and have such nice tits. We dressed at Amy's, as my parents would never let me out of the house in that outfit. Amy's parents worked late, and we left for the show long before they got home. I decided to go without a bra or panties, and I was a site to be seen, the dress clinging to my body and showing off everything I had. I was sure T-Rex would notice me. We had a few glasses of wine and a nice buzz before we left.

The show's lobby was electric, and the guys stared me down as we walked through the venue. The usher showed us our first-row seats right by the stage steps. The stage was lower than most, approaching our waists; we could touch our superheroes. The opening act was amazing, the lead singer giving me a rose after Amy told him it was my birthday. The house lights went down, and we waited for the main act to take the stage. "Boom, boom," fireworks exploded as they came out of the floor on stage, and everyone went nuts. Amy and I jumped and danced with each other, getting pretty dirty at times and exposing ourselves to the band.

"Halfway through the concert, a man approached Amy and me and asked if we wanted to watch the rest of the show from backstage. Amy and I screamed and jumped up and down as we were escorted backstage. Our heroes were right in front of our faces. They looked at us as we danced and became increasingly seductive. Someone came over and gave us a bouquet of flowers from the band, and we went nuts.

"Would you like to meet the band in their dressing room after the show, their manager asked us.

"Yes, yes, yes," I squealed, jumping up and down.

The manager walked away, and Amy had a sad look on her face.

"I can't. I have to be home right after the show," Amy cried.

"Oh, no, Amy, this is a chance of a lifetime," I yelled.

"I know, but I can't," she cried.

"OK, I'm going to text my mom and say I'm sleeping over at your house," I told her.

"OK," she replied, heartbroken.

The manager came back and handed us glasses of some drink.

"Here, girls complement of the band," he said smiling.

"I'm going to stay, but my girlfriend has to go home," I yelled in her ear.

"She's not driving, I hope," he said.

"No Ubered," I said.

Perfect," he said, smiling.

The show went on, and Amy and I got more and more bold, showing our tits and pussy to the band and the crowd. We weren't sure what was getting into us. The manager brought another round of drinks, and we polished them off quickly. We were flying by the time the concert ended,

"What's your name, baby," the manager asked.

"Becca, I said excitedly.

OK, this way, Becca," he ordered.

I hugged Amy goodbye and followed the manager backstage. A big security guard stood in front of the dressing room door.

"Eric, Miss Becca here to see the boys," The manager told him.

"Very nice," the guard said, smiling.

He opened the door, and I walked in. The five members of the band were doing shots and celebrating.

"Boys. Boy's, this is your girl, Becca," He announced and left.

"Becca, come on in, and welcome, T-Rex said.

I peeked around the corner, and the band was in various undress stages. T-Rex put his arm around my waist and led me into the depths of the dressing room.

"How are you love? My, you're a sexy little girl and a naughty one, too. I saw you showing us your naughty bits," He said, drinking a beer.

"Yeah, we got a bit carried away," I laughed.

"Good, keep it up he said, grabbing my butt.

I laughed as he led me to where the band was sitting. Eddie, the drummer, was naked, and so was the lead guitarist, Tipobet Evan. Bobby, the bassist, had on his shorts, and Nigel, the piano player, wore just a T-shirt.

I can wait outside if you guys want to dress," I said, blushing.

"Here, baby, have a drink," T-Rex said as he peeled off his clothes.

I took the drink as the four other band members left the room. I drank it and felt like I did during the show, uninhibited. T-Rex stood there with an erection, looking at me.

"Becca, we like to shower after a show before we play," he said.

"Oh, you're going to play?" I asked, confused.

"Oh, yeah, baby, we're definitely going to play.

"Cool," I said as I was handed another drink.

"All right, good. Come shower with us. You were shaking it, and you want to be nice and clean, right?"

"Huh? I can wait till I get home, I said.

"No, you don't want to be a dirty bird when you're with the boys, do you?" he said again.

"Ugh, I don't know, I guess not," I said un-wittingly, my judgment seriously impaired.

T-Rex grabbed the bottom of my dress and lifted it, and I froze.

"Come on, Becca, lift your arms," he said, smiling.

I slowly lifted them, and my dress was removed; I covered my tits and pussy with an arm and my hand.

"Come on, love, let's join the boys in the shower," T-Rex said as he led me along.

I stepped to the opening and peeked around the corner before stepping in and seeing the naked men under the showers. I stepped under a showerhead and got wet, watching their every move. T-Rex stood beside me, squirted body wash on me, and the four men surrounded me. All five men began to wash me with their hands as T-Rex applied more body wash to my body. The men grabbed my breasts as they cleaned them. Hands were on my pussy, and butthole. I tried to cover up, but they held my hands away from my body as they fondled me.

"Oh, oh, oh," I moaned as their hands roamed my sex.

The men all had hard-straining boners that bounced as they prepared me for sex. They rinsed me off, and T-Rex handed me the body wash bottle.

"Here, baby, kneel down and wash us now," T-Rex said, grabbing my arm and ushering me to my knees.

I looked up at the men in disbelief.

"Wash what?" I asked, alarmed.

"Our cocks love," Scrub us clean for you baby," T-Rex ordered.

I squirted body wash in my hands and, one by one, washed their balls and cocks, basically jerking them off for a minute. I rinsed them off, and the band members dried off and then dried me off. The men grabbed me and pulled me to the bed, pulled me onto it. The manager brought in a mirror with five lines of powder on it. T-Rex took it and offered it to me, but he made me snort it when I declined. My sinuses burned as my eyes shot open as the band did their lines.

"Wow, what was that?" I asked as my head was zooming.

"Aderall, Coke, and Molly," T-Rex told me.

The man flipped me over on my back, and T-Rex spread my legs and dipped his head between them, sucking my pussy into his mouth. I arched my back as his tongue found my clit, a cock dangled in front of my mouth, and I took it in and began sucking it. A cock was put in each hand, and I stroked them as my gangbang began. I was on fire, I'd never been so hot and into sex before, and T-Rex had me ready to cum already.

"Umm, um, um," I moaned as his tongue got me off.

My body twitched and turned as pleasure surged through my loins. T-rex was quick to fill my pussy with his cock, and my body rocked as I fucked and sucked the band.

Um, um, um," I moaned at every thrust T-Rex made.

Bobby was dripping cum in my mouth, and I knew he was coming soon. I worked his meat in my mouth for him, and he rewarded me with a mouthful of thick, creamy sperm.

"Oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah," He cried, and I milked his balls dry for him.

"Let's get a cock in her ass before she blows anyone else," Nigel offered.

I was repositioned to straddle T-Rex and then bent over, and my butthole lubed, and Evan shoved his cock up my poop chute.

"Ummmm," I moaned as I was filled with the band's cocks.

Being fucked in three holes and jerking off two cocks, my body danced among the men. The band members were insatiable and seemed to never go lymph, cock after cock filled me and came in me. They pounded my holes for what seemed like hours.

"Alright, Mates, we have a schedule to keep, wrap it up," The manager told the band.

"Awe, Tipobet Giriş fuck, we're not nearly finished with her yet," Bobby protested.

"Fuck it, let's take her on the bus," T-Rex recommended.

I was hurriedly dressed in a t-shirt, my ass and pussy hanging out, and ushered out the back door of the theater. The alley was lined with fans who watched the band walk by with their groupie in tow, my appearance leaving no doubt about what I had been doing with them. I climbed the steps onto the bus and was led down the aisle to the back of the bus and a large bed. My t-shirt came off, and I was ushered onto the bed, the band stripping and joining me. Before the wheels on the bus turned, I had three cocks in me again fucking away.

"Yeah, yeah, fuck me," I cried out as the mirror with more drugs was passed around the bed. I stared blankly at the roof of the bus, and my body moved back and forth as the men pleasured themselves with my young body. I felt an orgasm building in me, and it washed over me like a tidal wave.

"Oh, oh, fuck, oh, oh, yeah," I yelled as my eyes closed and I grabbed the sheets on the bed.

I took two of the men along with me. Bobby and T-Rex came in my ass and pussy.

"Oh shit," T-Rex exclaimed, and he filled my pussy with cum.

"Oh, Jesus," Bobby cried as his cock jerked wildly in my tight asshole.

I was placed on my knees with my face on the bed, and the men took a break fucking me one on one for the next hour or so. My ass and pussy were getting pounded by the band members. The bus was mostly dark. Just a nightlight over the bed revealed the action on it. It was quiet, except for the moaning of me and the man fucking me and the "clack, clack, clack, clack" of the bus tires on the road. I was so high it didn't even phase me. I was on a bus going somewhere. Evan was pounding my asshole, "pop, pop, pop, pop," the sound of him fucking me broke the silence.

"Hey, boy, we're going to gas up. Let's change it out, OK?" the manager alerted them.

The bus pulled into a large truck stop, and Evan came in my ass and put on my t-shirt as everyone dressed to get off the bus. We all walked down the aisle and got off the bus, the boys leading into the crowded store. People looked at the half-naked girl with the five men.

"Go in the bathroom and clean your holes," T-Rex ordered.

Embarrassed, I ran to the bathroom and cleaned my pussy and asshole, looking in the mirror at some drugged-out girl I didn't know. When I exited the bathroom, I looked for the band but couldn't see them, so I returned to the bus. I climbed the steps, and the bus was empty. I returned to the bed and removed my T-shirt, figuring there'd be a round three. I lay back, my head started spinning, and I heard voices outside the bus. I raised my elbows and saw faces I didn't recognize boarding the bus. And they just kept boarding until the bus was full. The first man noticed me and, smiling, began undressing.

"Wait, who are you? I'm with the band," I said excitedly.

"That's good, sweetie. We're with the band, too. We're the roadies," he said, crawling on the bed.

"No, roadies, how many roadies?" I asked, alarmed.

"A couple of dozen, give or take," He replied, spreading my legs.

"No, no," I cried as I was engulfed by men with hard cocks.

The band had left on their bus and left me to ride the roadie's bus, and I never noticed the difference. I had three cocks in me and a busload more waiting their turn as the bus pulled out.

"Ummmm," I cried, and fresh cocks pummeled my sore holes.

The men had me alternating, sucking on their cocks, and the cum flowed down my throat as the bus drove on. A mirror appeared on the bed with a single line of powder. The men stopped and waited till I snorted it, and the fucking resumed. The bed was in constant motion as men climbed on and off, my pussy, ass, and mouth in continuous use.

"Umm, umm, I moaned as I came to the delight of the men on the bed.

My mouth was so slimy with cum I couldn't feel my teeth after a while. I was delirious and calling for more cock after the drugs kicked in again. I remembered seeing faces for the second and third time as the night wore on.

"Umm, fuck me I cried, out of my brain on drugs.

I fucked on the bus until it started to get light out, and I laid my head down on the bed. I opened an eye. My head was pounding as I looked around. My eyes shot open as I noticed I wasn't on the Tipobet Güncel Giriş bus, and I looked at an unfamiliar room. I struggled to sit up, my pussy and ass screaming in pain, my pussy red and severely swollen. I looked around and realized I was alone and in a hotel room. On the bed were my phone and purse, but no clothes other than my cum stained t-shirt. I got on my feet and looked out the window. There was a highway and a parking lot but no busses. I called the front desk and asked for some of the band members, but they said the band wasn't registered there.

"What city is this?" was my final question.

"We're just outside of Detroit," was a reply that sent waves of panic through me.

I picked up my phone and called Amy.

"We'll. Are you having T-Rex's baby?" Amber answered.

"Oh my God, Amy, I could be having anybody's baby," I cried.

I relayed all the sorted details to her, and I was in Detroit with no way home. I live in Minnesota, so it's not like I can call an Uber or anything.

"Babe, you have to call your mom," Amber told me, my only option.

"Oh God, my parents will disown me,: I bawled.

"I don't see another way out, Becca," She spoke the truth.

I hung up and tried to figure out a story where I wasn't a two-bit slut to tell my mom.

I dialed the phone.

"Hello," my mom answered.

"Mommy, I was raped," I bust out in tears.

"Oh my God, where are you?" He asked excitedly.

"In a hotel room in Detroit," I wailed.

"Honey, what's the hotel's name?" she asked, staying calm.

"The Budgetel off of ninety-four," I sobbed.

"OK, I'm on my way to the airport. You stay there, and I'll call the police," she said.

"No, mom, no police," I begged.

"Honey, I'll be there as soon as I can," she said as she hung up.

OK, I lied, but what could I tell her? I was doing drugs and fucked thirty guys last night. I didn't need the police involved, but twenty minutes later, there was a knock on my door, and when I opened it, two Michigan State Troopers were standing there. They asked me a million questions, and I said I didn't want to press charges. But because the band took me out of state, that was considered interstate trafficking and a felony they had to investigate. Things were getting out of control quickly. I was in the middle of a lie and needed more of them to keep my story going.

After my police interview, they took me to the hospital for an exam and a rape kit collection. Wait till they find thirty different men's DNA inside me, then what do I say, I thought. The doctors shared with the police the damage to my pussy and asshole from the rape, which in their words was clearly evident and substantial. One officer told me they had located the band in Philadelphia and would contact them. My heart sank at that news. I could see things unraveling quickly. And then my mother arrived and spoke to the police for quite a while before entering my room.

"How are you doing, Becca?" my mom asked.

"I'm OK," I replied.

"What happened, Rebecca?" she asked in a tone unlike a loving mother's.

"Mom, I don't want to talk about it. Can't we just go home?" I broke out crying.

"Rebecca, we have to get to the bottom of this, and these men need to go to jail," she demanded.

"Can't we just forget about it and go home," I bawled.

"I'm not sure the police can drop it now," she replied.

There was a long silence as we sat there, and I could tell my mom's mind was troubled.

"Rebecca, the truth, were you raped?" My mom asked, point blank.

"Mom!" I screamed.

"That's not an answer, Rebecca," she pressed.

I took a deep breath and sobbed, turning my back to her.

No, mommy, I let all of them fuck me," I let out.

"Oh my God, how many is all?" she pressed me.

"Aghhhhhh, thirty," I wailed in embarrassment.

My mother ran out of the room crying, and I saw a nurse and a police officer come over to comfort her. I sobbed as the police talked to her and showed her something on his phone. They watched it for over ten minutes before she had to sit down. A while later, she walked back into my room with a suitcase.

"Get dressed; we're leaving," she said, walking out.

Apparently, the band manager takes videos of the band's interactions with groupies, and mine was well documented and shown to my mother by the police. I was a willing slut who had a blast fucking and sucking the band and their roadies. My mother told me that the police determined I was a willing participant and not raped, as I stated. My parents and my relationship were destroyed by that, and they remain distant to this day.