Rick Hunter’s band quietly took their positions on the darkened stage. Except for those lucky fans in the front rows no one in the cavernous municipal arena knew the band was about to key their instruments, signaling the arrival of the man himself. Randy stood stage right soaking in the raw sexual energy generated by nearly 20,000 fanatical fans. Randy fingered the backstage passes he would soon bestow on a chosen few. He spotted the young slut he had seen earlier. She was talking excitedly to one of the older girls Randy had taken for lesbians at first glance. Now he thought perhaps he was mistaken.
One of the girls was wrapped in the arms of the tall handsome jock that Randy had barely taken note of earlier. Yes, it was clear to him now. This was a group of five, most probably bisexual young friends. Hell the smaller guy seemed more interested in the jock then the girls did. Randy decided all five would get invitations to Rick’s after concert orgy. The four older ones getting the chance to worship Rick’s famous cock while Randy fucked every hole on the hot little slut. Randy smiled as he decided that Rick’s 18 year old and up rule wasn’t as limiting as it seemed at first.
Randy continued to survey the crowd, growing antsy. It was now five minutes passed stage all and Rick was still in his dressing room. Applause, whistles and chants of “Rick, Rick, Rick” filled the hall with a noise as loud as would be sent out by the big amplifiers when the bands guitar’s began screaming.
Randy walked over to his wife, Alicia to wish her luck as he did before every show. Not that he gave a rat’s ass about her performance. Randy’s motive was to grope his wife on stage while the crowd roared. Though he knew the audience could see nothing that was happening on stage, it gave Randy an intense thrill to feel his wife up in front of the large screaming crowd. Alicia was wearing a short flowing dress that allowed Randy to easily play with her pussy as he kissed her hard and deep. As expected her pussy was soaked. Alicia also got off on the raw sensual energy of the crowd. She actually experienced orgasm during most of her performances.
Randy was also aware that the remains of Rick’s huge load of cum still oozed from his wife’s pussy. However, he could not have cared less at that point. Randy knew he would fuck several young sluts before he visited his wife’s tantalizing cunt again. He had decided that his wife’s slutty behavior meant he was free to fuck anyone he pleased and to treat Alicia as his personal whore now. As Randy turned to walk off stage, Alicia pinched his tight ass. She too was planning a big night tonight. Of course Randy was completely unaware she was planning to fuck all comers at Rick’s party.
Randy returned to his crowd watching. He surveyed the crowd looking for likely candidates amongst the sea of sweaty bodies and flickering disposable lighters. Just as Randy spotted an old friend of the band three rows back, Bill, the gruff roadie wrangler walked up and yelled, “Let’s Rock n Roll!”
Randy shined his pen light toward the lead guitarist and headed down the stairs leading from the stage to the floor seats. The guitar came to life, wailing as the drummer banged on his skins providing a beat for Rick’s introduction. From somewhere unseen an announcer’s voice boomed over the screaming throng, “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome once again to the world’s greatest rock n roll show!”
Blinding white-hot light flooded the stage at the precise moment roman candles fired off atop the giant speaker racks at the rear of the stage. Rick Hunter stood at center stage, bathed in the bright light, basking in the adulation of the crowd. He wore tight jeans, a black tee shirt and a multicolored sequined vest that sparkled with a million hues in the intense spotlights. The vest would soon belong to some lucky lady that would have the thrill of dancing on stage with Rick. Rich Hunter had given away enough clothing in his career to dress a small army. As Rick grabbed the microphone and tore into his first song, a wild heavy metal anthem he first recorded 20 year earlier, Randy made his way through the crowd. He was moving directly toward the hot woman he had spotted moments before Rick took the stage.
Patti Brown had followed Rick’s band for 15 years. She was a regular both in the audience and back stage. At 35 Patti was as vivacious and sexy as she was at 20, the night Rick Hunter first fucked her. Patti was amongst a select few whom had been with every member of the band and some of the principle crewmembers including Randy and his wife. She loved sex in all its variety and found Rick’s after concert orgies intoxicating. On one memorable occasion, Rick took Patti with the band to a private island for a month when they were recoding an album and preparing for a world tour.
Tonight Patti was with a hot young man and his even hotter wife. Jim and Shelly Jennings were both bisexual and loved to watch each other fuck others. Patti was planning to get them into Rick’s party tonight. Randy walked right to Patti and planted a kiss on her that could have knocked the smile off the Mona Lisa. He grabbed the tall, sexy, blond and pulled her tight to his body, grinding his crotch into her hip. Randy jammed his tongue into her mouth as their bodies pulsed together in time to the driving beat of the band’s wailing amps. Patti had come to loath Randy over the years but would happily give him a blow job right in the aisle for three of the golden all access passes she knew were bulging bigger then his pitiful cock was in his jeans.
The two tried to talk but it was impossible to be heard over the amplifiers that stood only a few feet away and which were currently filling the hall with the words of Rick’s latest hot song. Randy took Patti by the arm and lead her out a side door to a semi-soundproof area that served as a security command post at stage left.
“So stud, you got something for me?” Patti said seductively as she reached out and squeezed his bulge.
Randy pretty much stayed hard throughout a concert. The anticipation of what was to come along with the undulating, lust-filled crowd was an overwhelming aphrodisiac for him. Randy pulled a pass from his rear pocket and hung it around Patti’s neck. He placed his hand over hers and pushed it into his bulge hard and dry humped her hand while leering at her. Patti kissed him deeply as she squeezed his cock through his pants.