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Cons, first, Mff

                                         FIRST OF BILL

     While the concert promoters might like to have a band arrive in
the morning, play that night, and leave town the next morning, the
bands don't like it as much.  Visual Purple got into Urbana on
Thursday morning but did not play until Friday night.  They needed the
rest in any case.  Since the arena was not being used on Thursday, the
roadies got to spend time with the arena house staff, and ine if the
staff got invited up to the house that the band was staying in.

     This fellow, Bill Farinara, was in his middle thirties.  He had
been in Urbana for close to ten years now working for the arena, but
he had been a roadie before that, and before that a musician in a
touring rock band.  He talked about how the rock business had changed,
and how it hadn't.  He added that the band and roadies should be
careful to see that they got all the money due them.  But he also
added that the deals were better now in some ways.

     In his day as a rock musician, while hotel rooms and houses were
used, a band was more likely to be given a space to park a bus or van
and expected to stay there, at least if it was a one-night stand.

     He rambled on for a while, and a little after the first time he
worried about getting home to his wife and kids, he told a long story.

                   ******************************

     This was at a festival in upstate New York.  There were several
bands there, some national, and a lot did one show and left.  There
were hotel rooms available for us, but between the size of the rooms
there and the distance from the fairgrounds, everybody decided to stay
on the bus, which was set up with bunk beds down the sides, big enough
for two and three could be done.  They had curtains.  The bus had a
shower, though one that was slow=starting and that ran on the cold
side.

     Part of the reason for staying on the bus was that the teenage
girls looking to hang around a rick band would be less likely to want
to go downtown, even more if my band wasn't their first choice to hang
with - we weren't the big names.

     The festival started on Friday and ran to Sunday.  Most of the
teenage girls were of course there with teenage boys who tried to keep
them under some control, but the number of pieces of horny jailbait
ther alone (or with other girls) was more than the band could really
handle.  I wonder what a lot of those parents were thinking to let the
girls out unsupervised.

     Everybody, musicians, roadies, and all, got a piece or two on
Friday night.  There was only one area in the bus that was really
private, except the beds, but probably all of us were in it at one
time or another.

     There were two great-looking black girls, light-skinned, that
were hanging all over me on Saturday.  It turned out that they were
sisters.  Their names were Camille and /Sharonne, with Camille the
older of the two.  There were a lot of drugs around that place, and
they both had a good buzz on even before the show.  They were still
around after the afternoon set so I talked them into a tour of the
bus, figuring to get into the pants of one or the other sometime soon.

     Once we were in that area in the back with the door shut,
Sharonne came right at me.  We were really going at it, ny tongue down
her throat and my hand squeezing the crotch of her jeans, and I saw
that Camille was just watching us.  I said something about her joining
in with us, then I got her started by putting my hands under her top
and fondling her bare boobs.  I got my tongue in her mouth while I was
twisting the hard little peaks of her nipples with my fingers.

     Sharonne wanted to get back into the action so she unzipped my
pants and ran her lips over the head of my erection, going in and out
and sucking hard on it.  But soon she was going down quite a ways and
knew how to make her throat contract, or that's how it felt.  So I had
one sister on each end of me.

     Somewhere in there they switched around and I was lying beside
Sharonne while Camille was lying on the floor, her head in my lap,
sucking like a vacuum cleaner.  Sharonne was so high from the pot and
otherwise out of it from what I had been doing to her, as well as the
whole situation, that she apparently never thought about what taking
her panties off or being naked with a man might mean.

     I had one hand between her legs, rubbing and spreading her and
stabbing in and out with one finger, and I had gotten her really
worked up.  Camille had gotten me as big as I could ever remember
being, so I told her to quit for a while and I rolled over and shoved
my shaft into Sharonne.  Well, to my surprise as I did I felt her
membrane break.  Sharonne cried out as I went all the way up in her; I
don't think she expected that yet.  She seemed scared for a bit, but I
gave it to her hard and fast and made her come a couple of time before
I blew a load inside her.

     When Camille saod that she should have been first, I found out
that both girls had been virgins when they got there.  They had
decided to both get laid at the festival, and decided during the day
to both get popped by me.  Camille was seventeen and Sharonne was only
fifteen, which was why she was really tight and got hot so fast.

     Hearing that Camille was a virgin and wanted me to change thst
got me hard again fast.  This time I knew what I was getting into, so
to speak, and I broke her maidenhead carefully to give her little or
no pain.  I stripped that brown body slowly, then used my mouth and
fingers all over her body until she was so hot she was crying from the
frustration.  I spread her open slowly and kept going, plowing her for
a half-hour.  She came right away after I entered and at least once
more during the half-hour.  She was damn good, but I think Sharonne
was better and hornier; I think she would have come almost from being
touched.

     The girls walked naked to the shower with me and we fooled around
some, but then I got them into my bunk bed, with one of them on each
side of my  erection, competing to see who could take more of it in.
They had both been doing that to boys - though not together - for
years, though they never let anybody slip it in before me.

     I had never had two virgins on the same day before, let alone in
a half-hour or something, or two sisters at the same time.  I had
thought of skipping the shower and having them lick off the blood from
popping their cherries, but if they did not go for that I might blow
the whole night, if you follow me.

     I did enough to make each of them come again, then all three of
us fell asleep.  During the night I took Camille once more and
Sharonne twice.  The last time with Sharonne I built her up with my
fingers on her clit while I balled her, and right as she came I put a
finger in her anus and made her scream.

     Everybody else in the band got some that night.  One of the guys,
Doug, had a girl sit on him, while he sat on a wooden chair just
before the set, then she swallowed his semen.

     Camille and Sharonne hung around Sunday, and I brought each of
them off with my fingers during the day.  After they watched all the
shows from backstage, I took each of them into my bed before they went
home.  I left the curtain open and the lights on so I could watch
their faces as they went over the edge, first the older sister and
then the younger.  I filled Sharonne with my semen when her tight
tunnel squeezed over tighter as she came.

                  *******************************

     After Bill finished his story, he looked at the time and almost
ran out the door.



     This ties into the "Sam Dailes" stories I had a few years ago,
though not in a place in them I ever got around to posting

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