Cold drinks and fresh air!
The band Whiskey Dick stepped out of River Rats to smoke and await some fun. Even their female backup singer, Delilah was clued in on the possibilities of what might walk out the back door at any second. With a good sized patio out back, walled in for protection of an outdoor grill and water resistant furniture, this was Brock's smoking area for his personnel. All the comforts of home. For now the employees were not allowed as per the bands request. They just wanted to relax before another set. Big Dick Smallwood had that prearranged just in case.
"You sure they're gonna show?" Drummer Harlan Baker whipped a drumstick between his fingers like a baton.
"Where am I in all this?" Delilah laughed lounging back in a sofa, her boots kicked off and wiggling her toes for comfort. Delilah was a shorty at 5'2, 140 so she did have substance but mostly in her chest. Resembling a young pudgy Leann Rimes at 29, she was still mighty fine. Strangest thing is, not one of the band had ever tapped her. She was just a welcome addition to their ranks due to a stellar voice. Played a mean fiddle too.
"Reckon you watch." Dick chuckled, flicking ashes from his cigarette. Yeah he was a smoker, as was Meryl Riggs, lead guitar and banjo. Harlan was a vape kind of guy and bass player Doug Mowdy was all weed. Delilah was the only smart one to avoid nicotine of the bunch. Cowgirl at heart, she was happy with a piece of straw to chew on.
"Gals were licking it up out there, Delilah. Might be you can find yourself a wagger while I hit her up from behind." Doug laughed. "We do make a good team."
"Pends on the licker." She chuckled, her hefty chest bouncing up and down at her amusement. "That curly headed blond was mighty fine. Prefer me some manly tonguin' but ain't gonna say no."
Cue the Whiskey Dick roadies. Leading the pack, a totally nude Piper Cherry flung the back door open and stood in the threshold, hands holding the frame and the door. "Anyone here call for us City sLICKERS?"
"About time!" Dick guffawed. "Beginnin' to wonder if Josie Girl was leavin' me hangin'." He unzipped his jeans and dropped a half tilt pecker. Josie right behind Piper couldn't wait and crawled around Piper's hip and under her door supporting arm. Chaps missing her G-string, Josie McKellen was au naturale at the moment. A swift potty break allowed her to slip them off just for this backyard Barbie cue. Her vest unlaced alluded to a grand escape of her breasts which danced as she stalked Dick. Before he could even lower his jeans, she was on her knees and swallowing inches. No time to waste knowing the band would have to go back on after a 45 minute break, 10 of which was already spoken for. Not that the club owner Brock Dundee would complain unless the crowd drinking within did.
Piper finding Mimi and LeAnne close behind her, Patrice holding up the rear, cast the door away a second time and barged right on out. Mimi with LeAnne holding her hand went after Harlan and Doug standing next to Delilah. Again, LeAnne was not so into either man but with Mimi being her bestie, she felt compelled to honor her newfound angst. What were friends for if not to support them in their life changes? LeAnne while uneasy trudged onward and tried her best to look into it. Guys were just not her cup of tease unless they were gorgeous.
The band being early 40's outside of Harlan and Delilah were just not arousing her wiles. A swift choice made LeAnne aimed for Harlan as first dibs. Mimi didn't really care so Doug seemed right up her valley. Taking off her white dress for a second time tonight after Dewey and the belly shots, Mimi was ready and willing to explore her sexuality. The mouse was feeling the tequila warm her up so the edge was off and running.
Unbuckling Doug's belt and drawing out his six inch guitar pick, Mimi stood fondling him into a healthy hard on. The nerdy young woman was inspiring to his grisly senses. Doug standing over her by a foot grinned like a shark and gripped her brunette curls and tugged her head back, storming her lips with a steamy kiss. Cat was out with his bag, balls swinging.
LeAnne following suit with Harlan smiled but he could tell her thoughts were not so on him. Seeing LeAnne watching Mimi get picked up and held in the arms of Doug as his dick discovered and smothered Squeaky's cunt, she was already whining her affirmation of pleasure. "You ain't into it are ya?" Harlan sighed even as LeAnne did stroke his cock once it was released from his denims.
"Sorry! I'm trying. More into girls to be honest. I'm not going to let you down though."
"How about we mosey behind me here? Might be somethin' more to your likin'." Lickin' even! He stepped to his side taking her with him and found Delilah swigging her beer. Peering over her bottle at them, the singer flared her eyes. Following Doug's earlier plan, Harlan escorted LeAnne to the LeAnne lookalike and watched LeAnne kneel in front of Delilah's bare legs, she in a denim mini skirt. Exploring Delilah with palms rubbing her legs, LeAnne smiled sheepishly.
"You're cute." She told Delilah.
"Back atcha Birdy." Delilah wasted no time in lifting her ass up and wiggling her skirt up to her waist. Wearing a white lace pair of panties, LeAnne slid her palms higher and under the lace and drug them from her thighs down to her toes and off. Tossing them over her shoulder, Harlan caught them chuckling and put them to his nose. Delilah dropped her jaw at his unexpected moment. Where did that come from? Food for thought while on the road later. First time for everything! She ended her thoughts as LeAnne's tongue went for her clit, fingers seeking wetness. A gasp of "That feels lovely." Delilah slouched for better effect.
Behind LeAnne, Harlan dropped his drawers then to his knees. Hiking up LeAnne's red skirt, he rubbed her ass until he knew by the girls moans that he could invade Eden. Her G-string drug down, Harlan took LeAnne from behind. Fucking her with a steady rhythm, he still inhaled Delilah's panties right before her eyes. Delilah was feeling special.
Piper and Patrice seeing Meryl as the only target left joined forces in cuddling up to the bear. Both of their hands working together brought his pants to his boots. Agreeing that his eight inch cowpoke was worthy, the ladies chuckled and knelt to each side of his dick and corncobbed his length. Meryl teetered with his beer and thanked the almighty for this favor, it had been awhile. Divorced for two years and on the road so much, he didn't get the attention he deserved. While hardly ugly, he just wasn't as outgoing as he could have been, which hurt in the long run. Tonight just might boost his ego enough to get the balls a rollin'.
Big Dick had Josie bent over, taking her from behind standing up, she wailing at his huge cock shredding her interior balls deep every single ambush, his thumb in her ass only added to her cries of joy. Nympho Josie loved it when every hole was in use. Dick was definitely a worthy lover. Smallwood her ass! Thumb priming it, the move was made. Anal attacked, Josie lit up like the Fourth of July. Chap slapped!
Mimi was screaming in low level yelps as Doug nailed her deep, taking her back to the wall of the club, kissing her neck was certainly enough to make her fantasies reel. Why she was thinking of meek Kevin Fowler was beyond her, yet she was. Kevin simply had a special spot in her soul but she just couldn't escape the freedoms that Piper and Josie had exposed her too of late. She needed things rougher, more dominating than Kevin could ever voluntarily allow himself to be. She knew deep down she would either have to change for him or let him go. Letting go was not so easy, maybe she could work with him, she thought. Doug's beast felt wonderful, Kevin an afterthought at this point. "Take me Cowboy!" Her shallow yeehaw sounded more like a weehaw. Mice!
Readying Meryl, Piper goaded him into dropping down and laying flat on the brick patio setting. While not comfy, he was not telling her no. Porn star quality as Piper was, he'd have laid on hot coals to get her. Mounting his dick, Piper rode like the Blown Ranger, Patrice her Pronto. The African American beauty chose to bury Meryl's face in her monster melon breasts, he feeding on her nipples. Good enough for Patrice. She wasn't certain about joining this party at first, leaving her man alone for forty minutes, he might get irritable. Yet this temptation to join her newfound friends was just too irresistible. Saying no to Piper Cherry was hard. No! It was impossible!
Piper in her zestful stride tapped Patrice on the shoulder and took her hands. Guiding her forward to crawl up over Meryl's face, Patrice dropped her jaw and found the guitar player's tongue up inside her soaked twat. Giddy up brilliant, her expression was all about the white boy. Piper now playing with Patrice's breasts, the woman reached out and enjoyed Piper's in a duel of jostling laughter. Patty cake gone wild! Nuts were on their way!
Hearing the door to the bar busting open, the ladies looked back at their new set of voyeurs. In a shock twist they found the owner Brock Dundee carrying his bar manager Willow over his right shoulder, his brother Roger right behind him teasing the girl. Standing Willow on her feet, she noticed the orgy at hand not slowing in the least. In a blur, Willow found her shorts ripped down and Brock undoing his pants. Dick out, he plucked his beautiful mixed heritage bartender up and held her, legs wrapping his waist upon penetration. ABOUT TIME! Roger laughing at the teachers and Patrice circled Piper, grinning. Piper razzing him said. "Find your own fun I'm busy playing patty cake." Patricy cake that is.
"Just circling the arena like a good gladiator." He moved on unzipping his pants and fondling his eight inch beast of burden. Moving to Josie, he lifted her cowboy hat and chuckled. "Bronco busting Dick?"
"Damn straight!" Smallwood laughed.
"I'll leave you to it." OH NO! Josie reached up and grabbed Roger by his shorts and drew him to her. First time ever, she swallowed his cock. Eyes bulging at her indulgence, he leered left at Piper who simply winked at him. Shrugging over her hunger, Rog just let her suck his dick. How he had never touched Josie McKellen before now was beyond him. He did feel badly though that her boyfriend Roman was inside fuming over being left alone so much. Poor Coach! Sidelined like many of his players. Now he knew how they felt.
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Speaking of the Roman Umpire...
Having gone taken a leak, Roman Crandell headed for the bar to buy another beer. Stepping up next to him with an order to be filled, the waitress Judy nudged his arm. "You look sad. Your date jilt you?"
"Nothing new." He grumbled, yet smirked.
"I still can't get over the owner allowing all that to go on. Naked women, body shots, eating out. What's left?" She winked.
"Night's young! Don't be surprised...it's coming."
"Is it?" She lowered her eyes toward his lap as he faced her. Puckering at her flirtations, he chose to return the favor and eyed her cleavage, she wearing a low cut off the shoulder Octoberfest style shirt, her 36C's swelling at the tight fit below the elastic wrinkles of the collar line...well chest line technically. Nipples cresting thick and noble were hard to deny and she knew it. Tips for bigger tips, her motto. Her strategy always paid off.
"Could be if Josie doesn't show up soon." He winked.
"Wife?"
