


                              THE GROUPIE 
                                                 by Phillip Boucher 



         She slid her finger over the string and plucked it. The sound of 
    the guitar was alluring, even though it was not plugged in. She stood 
    in the dressing room waiting, and admiring all the instruments. She 
    was lucky. It was not every woman who went to a Phantom Ditters' 
    concert to be asked by the lead singer, Willy Sacko, to come back to 
    his dressing room after the show. 
         
         She removed her panties and stood naked by the couch as she heard 
    the door being opened. Willy exited the bathroom, also naked, and 
    walked over to her. 
         "So, Linda, are you ready to make it with Willy?" 
         "Oh, yes, Willy! I love your music. I love you!" 
         Linda looked at Willy's slim but well built body. His member 
    stood hard and he placed his arms around her. She did the same and 
    they kissed. Their tongues frenzied in motion as saliva covered their 
    lips. Linda slid her hands down and grabbed Willy's buttocks. She 
    pulled hard on them and Willy thrust his pelvis towards her. She felt 
    his manhood press against her pubis and wetness flowed from her hole. 
    She reached up and ran her fingers through his long hair as he pushed 
    her gently down onto her back. 
         
         As she lay on the couch he moved up and let his member dangle 
    over her mouth. He large breasts caressed his jewels as she took his 
    huge tool into her mouth. She sucked and licked until she felt the 
    familiar throb and tasted the pre-liquid. Willy pulled out and moved 
    down. Linda spread her legs wide and moaned as Willy penetrated her 
    tunnel. He gently thrusted, and quickly, Linda matched his rythym. Her 
    nipples were hard as Willy sucked and nibbled them, still pumping into 
    her. She felt the slight pain in her nipple as Willy pump wildly and 
    bit. Her orgasm sent waves of undulations to her belly as she bucked 
    violently upward. Suddenly she felt the splash of liquid in her belly 
    and Willy collapsed on top of her. 
         
         As they came down from their climaxs, Willy said, "Oh, you are 
    the best one I've ever had. I wish I could have you all the time." 
         Linda kissed him again and pushed his head down towards her 
    crotch. As Willy's tongue flicked over her sensitive button, she cried 
    out, "Do you want a groupie?" Linda got her answer as his tongue 
    entered her and she splashed in his face. She knew she could be a 
    great groupie. 
 


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