Chapter 8
The maroon Rolls glided to a stop in front of the Solid Rock-a semi-sleazy rock club in the San Fernando Valley which featured up and coming, basically unknown groups. Honey and I jumped out of the car and the liveliness with the two of us approached the club served to remind me that our brief, early-evening siestas had been a damned good idea. We were both hot to trot--ready to boogie.
I'd been to the club before and so (to my surprise) had Honey. But our motivations had been quite different. I used to hit the place strictly for the music-which often showcased some really dynamite new acts-but Honey's reason, as she put it with a grin, was that, "All the guitars sound pretty much the same-but the guitar players are a different story. Some of them are the horniest young studs I've ever run into."
Thus, when she'd woken me from my nap, Honey had suggested a trip to the rock club to "... check out the acts-and the action!" I readily assented. I'd decided to wear a super-sexy micro mini-dress and a pair of high laced boots (gifts from Honey) while she slipped into a pair of the tightest pair of tailored hip-hugging jeans I'd eve seen. What they did for her curvaceous body simply can't be described. To top things off, so to speak, Honey wore a filmy, mesh top through which her high-thrusting boobs could be easily seen and appreciated.
Once inside the club we were assaulted by a solid wall of high-decibel sound and a cloud of pot smoke so dense that you could easily get stoned just breathing! The tiny dance floor was jammed with sensually writhing young bodies, and the group wailing their asses off onstage was called "The Mutants." I'd seen them before, but I didn't recognize the guitarist who was apparently just "sitting in" for the set.
Honey noticed the guitarist as soon as I did. "Well, well, well! What have we here?" she muttered approvingly. "Unless old Honey's losing her touch, I'd say that boy was definitely worth getting to know."
I could see why she felt that way. He was only about seventeen, but the only part of him that suggested his age was his baby face, which occasionally broke out into a charming, roguish grin whenever he tore off a guitar riff which met with his own approval.
Other than that, he was all man. A real "hunk" as Lolly would put it. He was at least six-feet two, with a slim, well-muscled frame and a shock of unruly long, black hair. His eyes, which looked out from beneath a pair of bushy brows, were as black as his hair. They had a hooded but penetrating and slightly evil look about them as he shot quick, darting glances around the room.
But what Honey (and, I must admit, myself) was obviously most attracted to was his crotch. From the large bulge which thrust against his skin-tight suede pants-a bulge which extended a long way down the inseam of his pants, it seemed like his prick must have been a good foot long or longer!
Two good-looking dudes asked Honey and me to dance, we made our way out onto the crowded little dance area. The cat I was with immediately drew me in tight against his body and it was clear that he was super-charged and ready for action. So was I-but not with him. But that didn't mean I couldn't indulge in a little bit of subtle cock-teasing. So I matched him bump for bump and crotch grind for crotch-grind. Since my mind was really on the horny-looking guitarist, my body was essentially just going through the motions. But it got my partner pretty well steamed up, nonetheless. As the song ended, he pressed my tits and box against his bod and whispered in my ear, "We could, like, really get it on, babe!" I shot him a wicked grin and jammed my snatch against his bulging manhood.
"We could-but we won't!" I purred. Then I turned on my heel and joined Honey at a table we had staked out earlier.
"Enjoying yourself, Cin?" she said. "Sure. It's always fun getting a real jerk up-but not off," I chuckled.
Honey laughed and nodded towards the stage. "What do you think of our boy?" she said softly.
"Looks like he's got enough cock to bore a ten-foot hole in the ground," I replied.
Honey licked her lips and nodded. "I think we ought to get acquainted. He'd make a nice addition to the party. A little fresh meat, so to speak."
At this point the subject of our erotic maneuvering looked directly at us and I thought I detected a quick, lustful grin pass across his face. Then I realized that his eyes had locked in on Honey's and I watched, fascinated, as the two of them shot each other a series of blatantly horny looks. Just as I began to wonder whose gaze would break away first, the guitarist lowered his eyes with a grin and tore off a particularly raunchy blues riff on his long-necked musical phallus. "I think he got the picture," Honey said with a wry grin.
"No doubt about that," I nodded in agreement.
Just then a really good-looking cat approached the table and asked me to dance. This time I'd been hit on by someone I knew I wouldn't mind getting it on with. He'd been watching me covertly from a nearby table and as we headed for the dance floor I teasingly licked his ear and murmured, "I thought you'd never ask." He grinned shyly: "I thought you'd never say yes.'"
As the band worked its way through a slow, sensual blues number, I snuggled up against his body and began gently grinding my crotch against his genital area. But this time I wasn't teasing. He, in turn, put his arms rather tentatively around my back and slowly lowered them until he had a gentle grip on the hard cheeks of my ass.
There was something exciting about his shy, somewhat awkward manner which lead me to lean in closer and plant a long, moist, tongue-thrusting kiss on his mouth. He eagerly kissed me back and I chuckled to myself as I felt his cock stir into action. After a few minutes of this passionate necking, his cock had expanded to the point where it was poking against his jeans as if seeking liberation.
I decided to be its liberator. I snaked my hand down to his crotch and quickly pulled down the zipper of his jeans. He gasped, but said nothing. His cock popped out into view and pressed against my pubic mound. I started to gently stroke up and down the considerable length of his throbbing member. "Are you crazy?" he gasped. "Right here on the fucking dance floor?"
I giggled and whispered into his ear: "Look around you." He did what I suggested. The slow, sensual and insinuating music had obviously gotten to a lot of other couples too. Although it was fairly dark, couples could be seen frantically engaging in a lot of intimate groping. "Nobody gives a shit what anyone else is up to," I said. "They're too busy getting it on themselves!"
With this, I slithered down his body and slid my wet, pursed oval lips over the top of his fat cock crown. I could hear him moan softly and he began running his fingers through my hair. I took his prick into my mouth a little at a time, after spending several minutes licking the cap and under edge of his cock until it was jumping and jerking.
He looked down at me with a rather concerned expression on his face. "What if I come?" he said a little anxiously.
"What if you don't come?" I giggled, still twirling my tongue around on the head of his burgeoning column. "That's the time you should be worried," I added. He shook his head, a look of amazement and pleasure on his face. Then he shrugged and started toying with my hair again.
As the sounds of other passion-racked dancers filled my ears, I really got down to work. I took a good two inches of his lovely cock into my mouth and sucked with an increasing passion and intensity. At the same time I shoved my hand into his pants and cradled his heavy, jism-laden balls. I gave them a few good squeezes and was rewarded with sounds of louder moaning from above. He was obviously overcoming his shyness and inhibitions fairly quickly.
This really spurred me on. I had the feeling that he wouldn't be able to hold his load for very long, so I took as much of his pulsating cock into my mouth as I possibly could and started sucking with a vengeance. My hand strayed from his balls and my middle finger went searching for his asshole. Might as well give him a treat he won't forget for a long time, I chuckled to myself. My finger struck pay dirt and I quickly jabbed it into his tightly puckered anus. He squirmed and clutched my hair in a death grip.
His leg muscles began to clench and I knew that he was pretty close to spilling his cream. I cut loose with my tongue, making it dart and flick up and down the length of his rigid pole. At the same time I steadily increased the suctioning power of my mouth and started ramming my finger up his ass with blinding speed.
"Oh, God! "I'm coming!" I heard him mutter under his breath. And come he did! His cock jumped in my mouth and I got ready to swallow what I figured would be a Niagara of steaming semen. I whipped my finger out of his rectum and started milking his balls as fast as I could. He jammed his cock damn near all the way down my throat and I gagged momentarily. Then the first wave of his fierce ejaculation hit the roof of my mouth and ran down my throat. I gulped and savored the hot, delicious penis pudding, humming to myself with pleasure. As I'd suspected, he'd had one hell of a load stored up in those balls of his and it kept jetting and spurting as if it might never stop. I took it all fairly easily, and when his cock finally stopped bucking and plunging I gave it a few extra swipes with my tongue for good measure. His legs were shaking so hard I thought for a moment that he was going to crumple to the floor. I quickly stuffed his now limp pecker back into his jeans, zipped them up and stood up.
The song had ended. "Thanks for the dance," I said.
He kissed me tenderly on my come-coated lips and groaned in my ear. "Will I see you again?" he asked shyly.
I smiled: "Probably only in your dreams, lover," I crooned.
His eyes registered a certain look of sadness, but he smiled boyishly: "That's cool," he said bravely. "You're the hippest chick I've ever met and III never forget tonight as long as I live."
His innocence reminded me of what I was like a few years ago and I kissed him softly: "You'll do fine. In fact, you'll probably find another chick who's got it all over me."
He shook his head: "I doubt it, but I'll keep looking." We walked back to the table where Honey was still sitting and then he was gone. "Taking advantage of little boys?" she grinned. "That was one hell of an exhibition. Real *ball* room dancing, if you ask me!"
I was about to reply to Honey's teasing remarks, but at that moment our horny-looking guitarist suddenly appeared out of nowhere. "Mind if I make it a threesome?" he said with a cocky grin. Before either Honey or I could say a word he'd gracefully slid into a chair opposite us.
"You don't waste any time on formalities," Honey said with a mock-serious tone in her voice.
"There ain't all that much time to be had," he replied nonchalantly.
"In that case," Honey chuckled, "make yourself at home. But I like to know who I'm entertaining, don't you, Cin?" I nodded and grinned.
"Hal Gorman's the name. Anything's my game," he said in that cocky, but definitely appealing way he had about him. "Just for the record, who am I entertaining?" he retorted. Honey and I introduced ourselves and Hal gave us a penetrating once-over.
"It's all real," said Honey dryly.
"So I see. So I see," he said approvingly.
We all rapped about his guitar playing for a few minutes and found that he was just sitting in for the set. "Yeah. My own band had an off-night, so I figured I'd keep my chops in shape by working out with these dudes. They're not bad." Honey and I nodded in agreement.
Just then another cat with a long silky moustache approached the table. "Hey, Snake," he said, nodding to Honey and myself, "you gonna jam with us next set?"
Hal looked at us and grinned. Then he turned to his friend: "Not sure, Angel. Check with me again in about ten minutes. You know I can't plan my life that far ahead." We all laughed and the cat name" Angel-who I realized was the group's drummer-bowed gallantly towards Honey and myself and split.
"Why did he call you Snake?" I queried. He grinned: "You want all the reasons?" he teased.
"No," said Honey slyly, "just the most important one."
It was spoken as a direct challenge and the stud fielded it easily. He looked Honey straight in the' eye and said softly: "They call me The Snake' because I've got the longest prick in rock 'n roll-and the longest tongue." He paused for a moment and grinned wickedly: "I'm also about the horniest cat I know-and I know 'em all."
His arrogant, self-assured cockiness should have been taken as somewhat of a signal that he was possibly a dangerous cat to mess around with, but Honey and I were too busy thinking about fun, not remote problems. And then there was his undeniable sexuality and baby-faced charm.
But, tough as he made himself out to be, he wasn't in the same league with Honey. She remained cool and seemingly unaffected by "The Snake's" ego-tripping. "A lot of studs I've met," she said evenly, "are all sizzle and no steak. If you can dig what I mean." She shot him a wicked grin.
Hal seemed a bit taken aback by Honey's poise and challenging remark. "Maybe I was coming on a bit strong," he admitted with a smile that dripped charm. T guess I didn't bother to read you two carefully enough. Most of the chicks I run across in my business are just a bunch of zonked-out, fuck-happy groupies." He paused for effect T don't usually come into contact with many real-women."
The sincerity of his little speech was evident and it served to clear the air of the tension that had accumulated since he first joined us at the table. I was ready to let him off the hook and so was Honey. She smiled sweetly: "Well, Snake, thanks for the compliment. Maybe there's more to you than what comes out of your mouth, after all."
The baby-faced guitarist relaxed, now that it was clear to him that he didn't have to do a big shuck and jive number on us in order to impress. "Are you guys staying-or just passing through?"
Honey looked at me and I grinned: "We're all just passing through when you get right down to it," I chuckled. Honey burst out laughing and nodded her head in approval of my remark.
Hal looked at me with a certain respect that hadn't been there in the beginning. "Sounds like you two are into some pretty far-out games." He paused, a little unsure of himself. It must have been a new experience for a dude obviously used to having women roll over and play dead at the snap of his talented fingers.
"As a matter of fact we're headed for a rather exclusive party," Honey said with a twinkle in her green eyes. "Think you're up to playing in the big leagues, Hal?"
Without so much as a blink of an eye the handsome young stud stood up, unzipped his suede jeans and pulled out the most enormous prick I'd ever seen! The fucking thing must have been a good thirteen inches long! I whistled through my teeth. He grinned: "Does this qualify for the big league you play in, ladies?"
Honey was as knocked out as I was, but she kept herself remarkably cool and together. She eyed the sex log up and down and pursed her lips: "It'll do, sweetheart. It'll do!" She glanced at me and I nodded. "Now why don't you put it away, pack up your guitar and meet us in front of the club in five minutes, okay?"
"Solid!" Hal said with a grin. He leisurely stuffed his giant whang back into his pants. "I've got a feeling that tonight's gonna prove to be very interesting-all the way around." He turned and walked with a slight swagger away from the table and headed for the dressing room.
"I think we've got ourselves a live one," grinned Honey.