Hell in Heels

"Hey girl, look who I found." Angel said as she moved to Dylan's side.

"I believe you have met each other, but I don't think you have seen this, Eve." Angel said has she unzipped a surprised Dylan's jeans, and pulled out his quickly growing cock.

"Wow!" was all that Eve could manage as she stared at Dylan's large cock. At 9 inches long and more than 2 ½ inches thick, it was impressive as it pointed right at her. As the two stunned friends stood looking at each other, Angel moved around to Eve's back and unzipped her dress.

"Eve always changes outfits between sets. Here let me help you, babe." Angel said as she slipped the thin straps off Eve's slim shoulders, and the dress slid down and pooled at Eve's feet. Eve's body was beautiful; pale smooth white skin, and no piercings or tattoos anywhere. Her breasts were small but full and round, probably about a 34C, and they were tipped by two pale pink nipples that were very erect at the moment. Her graceful torso led down to very womanly hips and her vagina was covered with a patch of black pubic hair. Her legs were very slim and nice. She was not in the kind of shape that Angel was -- but it was an extremely fine and sexy body. Dylan's cock surged to full length just looking at this slim rock & roller. Angel's hands came up and cupped Eve's creamy breasts. She pinched her pink nipples and gently pulled the tips out from her body. Eve leaned back against Angel and moaned softly. Angel began to kiss the neck and shoulders of Eve as she eased her back towards one of the couches. Dylan just stood there with his dick hanging out watching these two beauties get warmed up.

Angel had moved Eve and herself onto one of the arms of the couch. She was sitting on the arm with Eve in her lap as she continued to kiss her neck and play with Eve's lovely tits. All at once, Angel threw her weight back, and Eve and she went flying back on to the couch with their legs hanging over the arm of the couch. Eve's cunt was now almost level with Dylan's raging hard-on and he quickly moved between the spread legs of Eve and Angel. Eve had turned her head straining to kiss Angel as the drummer continued to play with her heaving tits. Dylan's cockhead bumped into Eve's hair cover furrow and slid up to nudge against her throbbing clit. He took his thumb and ran it down Eve's slot to see how wet she was. Her outer lips and the hair around them were soaking, and he could feel the heat rising from her hot pussy. Using his thumb and forefinger, he moved his large mushroom head between the moist lips of her humid cunt and pushed. His large cock cut into her tight slick cunt like a hot knife through warm butter. In two strokes he was balls deep into Eve's upturned pussy, and he could feel the tight grasp of her cunt as it pulsated against his invading member. Eve moaned deep in her throat as she continued to trade tongue with Angel. Dylan began to rub her rock hard clit in time with his strokes as he gently drove his cock into her wet cunt. He was only going in about 6 inches on each stroke as his iron cock relaxed in the gripping heat of her tight little cunt. Eve, still kissing Angel, brought her legs up and wrapped them around Dylan's waist.

Eve's hands covered Angel's as her friend mauled and squeezed her succulent tits. She was trying to thrust her hips to meet Dylan's thrusts but the angle and support under her back made that almost impossible. Angel broke the kiss with Eve, "Fuck her hard, Dylan. She loves it hard. Give it to her!"

Dylan moved his hands from Eve's clit to her hips and pulled her ass closer to the edge of the couch. He drilled into her sopping cunt with a powerful stroke that bottomed out against her cervix. "Oh Yeah!" Eve groaned as Dylan drilled into her tunnel time and time again stoking her internal fire higher and higher with each thrust of his rampaging cock. Eve's tits were all red and mottled from Angel's constant pulling and pinching. Eve's own fingers were busy rubbing her clit as fast as she could to help drive her to the huge orgasm she knew was coming, an orgasm being powered by Dylan ramming his giant cock as far up her juicing cunt as he could go.

The sound in the small dressing room was a symphony of noise. From the dull roar of the crowd outside the door, to the pulsating beat of the songs playing from the house speakers, to the constant low urgings of Angel for Eve to cum, to the growing moans of Eve as Dylan and Angel stoked her higher, to the squishing noise from Eve's dripping cunt as Dylan plowed into her relentlessly, to the squeaking and shaking of the old couch as all three bouncing bodies thrashed about. The symphony, the heat and the pleasure grew and grew as Dylan and Angel plowed, pinched and probed Eve's hot, tortured body. Her cunt muscles began to flutter along the length of Dylan's plunging cock and he knew that she was close. The stimulation of cock, clit and tits sent her over the top and her whole body began to shake from the intensity of her orgasm.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!" she cried out as her hands flew over her juicy little clit and Dylan drilled deep into her clutching gushing cunt. The walls of her cunt fluttered and gripped him as he continued to drill into her heat.

"OH GOD ...OH GOD...OH GOD....UUHHHHHH!!!" she groaned as the sensations washed over her.

Finally, she stopped shaking and her body relaxed and sagged against Angel. Dylan was still thrusting in and out of her very wet upturned cunt. His cum was still a little ways off and he was extremely anxious to get there. Angel looked up at him and asked, "Do you need more?"

"God, yes!" he grunted still thrusting.

Eve just groaned, still in her cum-haze, unable to form a clear word. Angel pushed Eve's limp body up toward Dylan as she slid out from under her band-mate. Dylan pulled Eve up to him. She was limp in his arms and he kissed her full lips probing her warm sweet mouth with his tongue. The kiss seemed to revive Eve just a little as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. Looking over Eve's shoulder, Dylan looked at Angel and saw she had moved off the couch; so he dropped his hands to Eve tight little ass and picked her up. With his great prick still buried in her juicy cunt, he moved around the arm of the couch and lay Eve back down. He placed his arms under her knees and increased his leverage by putting one foot on the floor and the other against the arm of the couch. Angel bent down and began to whisper in his ear to "fuck her and fuck her hard." Dylan pulled his hips back until just the head of his cock was still inside Eve's pulsating pussy: he paused a moment and then speared into her cunt full strength. His cock deep drove into her cunt and surged past the inner mouth of her cervix and up into her womb.

"UUUGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!" Eve cried out as Dylan drilled into her inner depths again and again seeking his own release. Eve started shaking almost immediately his he punched into her womb on each stroke. The tightness and the warmth of her sucking, rippling cunt was almost too much for him, but he continued to plow on drilling deeper and deeper into her womanly core. The tension was building in his balls, Eve was wailing in one ear from the constant orgasm she was on, and Angel was whispering in the other. So when Angel slipped her finger into his tight asshole and massaged his prostate, his cock exploded into Eve's grasping and creaming cunt. The sensation of Angel's finger in his ass was so intense that he thrust deep into Eve's womb one time and fired all of his cum right there. The pressure of his volleys quickly filled her womb, her tunnel and blew out around the seal between her cunt and his cock. Their mingled cum leaked down her ass and spread all over the old stained couch. They collapsed against each other exhausted from the intense cum. He felt Angel's finger pull out of his ass and his cock fired another couple of small shots because of the relieved pressure.

He slowly pushed up from Eve and his deflated cock pulled out of her tight cunt making a sucking sound as he left. When he got to his feet, Eve was draped over the couch with one leg of the floor and another thrown over the back. Her pussy was leaking an amazing amount of white creamy liquid that poured out onto the couch. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing very deeply. Angel sank to her knees and sucked his spermy cock into her mouth licking him clean.

A loud knock came on the door, and Kris the roadie called out that they had to go on for the 2nd set. Angel rose to her feet and kissed him deeply. He could taste himself and Eve all over her tongue. He savored the favor as Angel and he dueled with their tongues. Finally she broke the kiss and whispered in his ear.

"Well, that is half of my present. Wanna get me the rest?"

Chapter 3 The Guitar Player

"Knock, Knock."

The sound of knocking on the dressing door sounded like thunder. It was all he could hear even over the booming bass of the house speakers as they played music between the sets of the band. Dylan heard a faint "come in", swallowed hard, turned the door knob and entered. This dressing room was the exact mirror image of the one that Eve and Angel occupied next door even down to the couch placement and wall color. Sitting on the makeup counter with her feet up on a folding chair was Misty, the guitar player. Misty had long brown hair that framed a pouty face. She had on dark red lip gloss and heavy eye makeup. She was dress in an over-size t-shirt that had the collar cut out so it slid down off her pale white shoulders revealing a black bra strap. The shirt was cut off shot to reveal her stomach, where a little jewel sparkled in her belly button. She wore a medium length skirt that came down to just above her knees and a pair of 3 inch heeled fuck-me pumps. All in all, the look was rather random and very sexy. The over-sized t-shirt could not hide her large round breasts and the skirt showed just enough of her legs to see that they were strong and toned. The heels just made her calf muscles jump out more.

As he entered the dressing room, Dylan was very nervous. He had rarely done anything this wild and certainly not this dangerous. He was a professional stuntman. A man used to taking large chances with his safety and body, but this could get him arrested and put in jail. Both Angel and Eve had told him that there would be no problem that this would work out for his total satisfaction. But he really did not know Angel and Eve except that he had just shared some amazing sex with both of them. There were plenty of doubts, but for some reason, he trusted them. Some head doctor would have had a field day with Dylan and his need to challenge himself and put himself in dangerous situations but that is what drove him. He was successful and well-respected for the very reason that he had walked into this room. He had no fear. But this was taking it to a new level; he could get arrested if this back-fired. Still, in the end, he had gone into the fire because of the thrill and the possible reward.

Misty was holding a cell phone in one hand with her chin resting in the other when he entered. They had met briefly at the bar when the band had first arrived and he had helped them bring in their gear. According to Eve, Misty had been very impressed with the moans and screams that Angel had produced as the band had listened while he had given Angel her birthday fuck in her van in the alley out back. Angel had told him she was a pushover for a hard cock. But still! To walk into her dressing room and try to seduce with no startup, no expressed interest was dangerous, but that is where the thrill came from.

Misty watched him walk into the room and stand in front of her. She seemed very casual and uninterested in him at all.

"Angel is in the room next door," Misty said offhandedly. Dylan swallowed. If he was going to leave it was right now, but...

"Actually, Angel sent me in here to see you."

"What?"

Dylan swallowed hard again and began to unbutton his shirt. He was dressed as usual in jeans, boots, and a nice dress shirt worn out over his jeans. Misty's eyes widened as he quickly undid the buttons on his shirt and pulled it off to reveal his amazing torso. Misty's eyes darted up and down his frame taking in his ripped arms and chest as he threw it on the nearest couch. She took in his cut six-pack abs and strong broad shoulders. She swallowed as she stared at him.

"Hey, I have to go. I'll call you later," Misty said into the cell phone and closed it. "What the fuck are you doing?" she asked uneasily.

"Doing what Angel asked me too." Dylan stated as he continued to undress. He pulled off his left boot and threw that on the couch.

"And what was that?" She was starting to get worried here.

"Fuck her band tonight." Dylan stated emphatically as he took off his right boot and threw it on the floor.

"What? Wait? Stop that right now." Misty sounded confused and upset. She put her feet down on the ground and got up off the makeup counter. At the same instant, Dylan unzipped his jeans and yanked them down over his chiseled ass. Because of the danger and the excitement, because of the fear of being arrested, because of the adrenalin pouring into his blood stream, as Dylan pulled his pants down, his giant cock sprung out at full mast and pointed directly at Misty. They both froze right where they were. Misty just staring at his enormous penis, and Dylan holding his pants at mid-thigh, not knowing if he should continue or run out the door.

Completely taken aback, Misty couldn't stop staring at the thick monster. It was 9 long inches of rock hard muscle with an 8 inch circumference and a very large mushroom shaped head. Because of his excitement there was a large dollop of pre-cum leaking from his piss slit that coated the entire head of his cock, and gleamed in the dark light of the dressing room. Misty had seen more than her share of cocks in her brief music career, but the pulsating monster bobbing heavily between Dylan's thighs was one of the bigger and thicker ones she'd the pleasure to witness.

Time stood still. She looked at his jutting and leaking cock. And he looked at her to see if she was going to scream or faint. Several seconds pasted and nothing moved or changed. The only sound was the constant pulse of music booming from the club. Finally, Dylan slowly reached down; pushing his pants past his knees until they dropped to the floor. He stepped out of them, his giant cock bobbing up and down, and Misty's eyes plastered to every bounce.

"That's a big one," she stammered, and Dylan knew he was home free.

Suddenly, the faint, tinny riff of 'Wild Thing' started coming from Misty's cell-phone. She snapped open her phone and said, "Hello?" as she stared at his cock. A wild thought came into Dylan's heated mind, and his cock gave a great surge because of the filthy thought. A large drop of pre-cum dripped on to the floor between Dylan's feet. Misty watched as the drop fell to the floor and breathed heavily.

"Hi, honey," Misty said in a smoky voice. Dylan moved forward toward Misty, his big cock bouncing up and down as he came toward her. He stopped just in front of her, his leaking penis almost touching the front of her skirt. Her eyes rose toward his, and he pressed his finger to his lips, telling her to stay silent.

"No it is a very good crowd. They really love the show. We are taking a break while they do a kinda fashion show for the crowd." Misty panted into the phone. Dylan pushed on her shoulders and she sat back on the makeup counter. He spread her legs and moved between them.

Dylan heard a male laugh coming through the phone as he raised Misty skirt up her beautiful thighs. "What are you laughing at?" she asked of the man on the other end, as she watched Dylan pull her dress up to her waist revealing her shaved cunt. He admired the guitarist's bare cunt but thought to himself, "doesn't anyone in this band ever wear panties?" His hands slid down to her warm box and Misty gave him a look and closed her eyes as his fingers lightly caressed the outer lips of her slick bare pussy.

"No, don't tell me. I don't want to know," she stammered into the phone.

"Suit yourself," the man on the other end said as Dylan parted Misty's moistening pussy lips and pushed back the hood of her pink clit. She gasped faintly, her eyes closing more tightly as he began rubbing her hardening clit. Her thighs tensed and spread wider.

"Some of us might go over to Eve's after this. Is that okay?" Misty asked the guy on the end, as Dylan slowly pushed his thumb deep inside Misty's tight little cunt. The buxom guitar player moaned softly, staring down between her legs as he slowly finger-fucked her.

"Where are you?" the man asked.

"In the dressing room," Misty gasped trying to keep her voice normal as possible. It was almost impossible to say anything; the feeling of his fingers inside her hot hole and massaging her hard little clit was getting to her. All she could do was close her eyes and concentrate on what she was saying on the phone, not on what he was doing to her body.

Sure," the poor guy on the other end said. "Stay out as late as you want. Enjoy yourself."

"Thanksssssss...," Misty hissed into the phone. Dylan had replaced his thumb with his index finger moving it around inside of her wet tight tunnel finding her G-spot. He began to rub her there while strumming her hot slick clit with his thumb.

"You're really very good to me... ohhhhhhh...," she moaned as Dylan suddenly thrust two fingers deep into her creaming cunt and drove them in and out.

"What? What did you say?" the guy on the other end asked. Dylan continued to thrust his fingers in and out of her juicy cunt a little faster, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

"Ohhh, nothing baby." Misty groaned, "Just someone bothering me. That's all."

Dylan leaned down and kissed her cheek and whispered in her other ear, "Mmm, you're so wet," he asked. "Why are you so wet?" He grinned slyly as he took his fingers out of her burning cunt and licked them clean.

"So . . . what are you doing?" Misty hastily asked her boyfriend as Dylan sat down in the folding chair in front of her spread thighs and used his fingers to spread the lips of her wet dripping slit.

"Nothing," boyfriend said. "Just watching a little TV."

"Mmmmmmmmmm...yeah......?" Misty moaned as Dylan's wet tongue lapped at her clit. She gasped and squirmed as his hot breath against her leaking pussy got her even wetter.

"Just watching the game and wishing you were here." Boyfriend continued as Misty's heart began to pound, and her chest started heaving. Her hips seemingly raised themselves as Dylan began to lick her hot little clit, his tongue sliding against her salty cunt lips as he licked her crotch from asshole to clit.

"Oh God, ...that feels soooo goood..." she whimpered, as she began to thrust her hips at Dylan's face.

"God, Misty, is there anyone with you? You're getting me turned on," her boyfriend said on the phone

Misty's caught her breath. "Oh, baby, there is no body here. They left." she said as a complete strange ate out her steaming hot pussy. "I was just thinking. Do you wanna know what I'll do for you this weekend?" she asked.

"What baby, what are you going to do for me?" he asked excitedly on the other end.

"I'm gonna give you the longest blow...aaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!" Her words were cut off sharply, and she sobbed in pleasure as Dylan buried his face in her dripping cunt. His long thick tongue teased every inch, every fold of her trembling cunt as it slid deeper into her soaking wet pussy.

"Are you playing with yourself right now?" Boyfriend asked.

"Yes...oh...yes," Misty groaned. Her juices were pouring out like honey, and Dylan lapped them up gladly as he grabbed her ass and pulled her closer. Misty's clit was visibly throbbing, and he greedily sucked into his mouth as he again drove two fingers deep inside her aching pussy rubbing them against her G spot.