Zelmas on Tour

This is Part 8 of a sequel to the Vix's Licks series, picking up after the epic gig at the Magna Carta, and following Vix's band as they embark on a European tour.

Best to read the whole Vix's Licks series, and Parts 1 through 7 of this one before this, to be familiar with the characters and background.

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'Hi Berlin. We're The Zelmas. Enjoy.'

Berlin loved us. The fans there are very knowledgeable and most of them knew some of our history, and also that I'm Jack Standen's daughter. It was almost a given that most of the thousands of Chootes fans would automatically become Zelmas fans.

They also loved our sexy image. With three of us wearing mini skirts/dresses, those at the front, directly below the stage, were getting some very nice views indeed and we couldn't help but play up to their lustful gazes. We had three monitors at the edge of the stage, and we spent quite a lot of time standing astride them, just showing off really.

Those fans, male and female, were gazing in awe, and there were two cameramen down there too, capturing the action. It was impossible not to notice the very provocative images being relayed to the big screen, and many of the people further back were watching the screen rather than peering at us in the distance. One of the downsides of a big venue.

With Roo and her bouncing boobs, Nikki working her wiggles on keyboards, and the three of us deliberately flashing our knickers up front, the crowd were certainly getting a show, and they showed their appreciation by going wild with cheers and whistles. I found it quite intoxicating.

By the end of our set, we were all glistening with sweat, our hair sticking to our faces as we rocked out, wildly. I was becoming addicted to this. It was such a fucking high, and an incredible turn-on. A sexual buzz like nothing else.

When we finished, the mad, roaring crowd called out for more, but we were only the support act, so there were no encores for us. We left the stage, turning to wave more than once, and I felt a twinge of almost guilt. We had given my dad a tough act to follow.

Of course, The Chootes had no problem whatsoever. Their fans are so staunch and devoted I think if they came out and did a set of 100% acoustic folk music, they'd still go down a storm.

We could hear the thunderous noise from upstairs quite clearly in our basement dressing room, to which we'd escaped, and even recognise which numbers they were playing.

We were all euphoric at yet another success for The Zelmas, and we were giddy and a little breathless as we threw ourselves on the lounge furniture to wind down. Mads was feeling very naughty (as was I) and she took a pic of me on her phone as I reclined on the couch with my legs carelessly apart. 'Loving those red knix, Vix,' she chuckled.'

'Take another one,' I said, opening my legs even wider and pouting lewdly.

Then Roo joined in, undoing her hot pants and pushing them down until her pubes were just peeping over the waist band of her knickers. 'Snap this,' she said, and Mads of course obliged.

'Here,' she said, handing me the phone. 'take one of me,' and she stood in front of me, pulling a demure expression while holding up the front of her skirt to reveal her black knickers and stockings.

'Knock it off, you lot,' said Nikki sternly, 'God, you're fucking terrible,' but Jemma was just smiling, I think she was enjoying it. Shame, I'd have loved to see her strike a few risque poses in that amazing dress.

It's fair to say, we came off stage five bloody horny girls. In fact, if it were not for the presence of Nikki and Jemma, I really fancy that Mads, Roo and I would have ended up fucking each other senseless. I definitely wanted to.

Circumstances not being favourable, we managed to get ourselves under control, towelled ourselves off and changed into our normal clothes. We packed our sexy stage outfits away, putting the clothes into laundry bags for Lucy to collect next morning, then we emerged to catch the end of The Chootes' set.

The crowd were so absorbed, and we looked so different, we were not immediately recognised. Even my purple-pink hair didn't give me away. I wasn't the only weirdly-coloured girl in that crowd, believe me.

At the end of their set, The Chootes left the stage and then waited a long time, while the crowd got louder and louder and ended up chanting the German word for "encore," "zugabe."

ZU-GA-BE, ZU-GA-BE, ZU-GA-BE...

Eventually, they returned and played a long three-song encore to a wild reception then, after multiple bows and waves, finally left the stage.

We'd been told there was to be a private "liggers do" (a party for the band and their hangers on) on the roof terrace, so we made our way up there. Maybe we should have kept our stage clothes on, because we had trouble getting the security guard to let us in. We had to wait until Dad came up and told him to 'Do one.'

Once inside, we WERE recognised. It seemed like EVERYONE wanted to talk to us, and I noticed Mads starting to look a little uncomfortable, so Roo and I left Jemma and Nikki with a crowd around them, and took her to a quiet corner to escape. 'Phew,' she said, 'that's a relief.'

Mads is an enigma sometimes. When she's "on it" she can seem like the most confident and assured person you've ever met. Haughty. Arrogant even, but in reality her assurance is quite fragile. She's completely unlike Roo in this respect. Roo's self-assurance is a very deep well; if you threw a stone into it, you'd wait a very long time to hear the splash. I feel so secure with her. So anchored.

Anyway, we enjoyed a few moments of tranquillity, then re-joined the fray. It was a brilliant party, up there on the terrace, looking out to the city lights, with stars overhead, and a full moon. Incidentally, Mads had pointed out the moon with a laugh, saying 'I'm always shaky when it's a bloody full moon.'

The roof terrace was very roomy, with seating well scattered and, late on, Dad came and took me to a quiet place and sat me down. 'Oh, blimey, what's coming now' I thought.

'Your show was brilliant. The crowd were really into it, but I've noticed that you have sexualised it quite a bit. Don't worry, I'm not going to scold you for that, but you need to understand the possible issues. Being sexy gives you a certain power, but there's a risk that your label, when they see how popular that is -- and there's no doubt that sex sells -- might want more and more.

'I just want you to know that, if you're asked to do anything you are not comfy with, for marketing, photo shoots, videos or anything. You can run it past me or your mum. OK?'

I nodded. 'Thanks Dad.' I kissed him on the cheek and then we returned to the party.

We got back to the bus quite late, yet somehow we were the first back. Well, nearly. We heard Rhoni talking to someone in her bunk above the cab. I thought at first she was on the phone, but then there were two giggling voices. Lucy was up there with her. 'Oo' I thought. 'I bet that's cosy.'

'Night night,' I called, and got two replies and a bit of suppressed giggling. Aww, I was so happy for them. Roo just raised her eyebrows.

We went through to the bedroom and I finally got to unleash the sexual beast that had been prowling back and forth in its cage all evening. It wasn't alone either. I could tell that Roo's sex fiend was also licking its lips.

As soon as I closed the door, I turned her to face me and started undoing my denim shorts, and she murmured appreciatively as I stripped for her.

'Are you as horny as me?' she whispered.

'Horny as fuck,' I replied.

'Are you going to fuck me senseless?'

'You bet '

She sat down on the bed and watched, and I stood in front of her and slowly pulled up my tee shirt, revealing just how hard and pointy my nipples were. 'Ooh, you really have got the horn, haven't you,' she said, and she leaned forward and kissed one of them, making me shiver. She pulled back and looked at it, going slightly cross-eyed as she was so close. 'Your nipples are so fantastic, babe,' she breathed, then she leaned forward, kissed it again, then gently took it between her lips and sucked it.

My pussy was about to explode. This had already been a fantastically stimulating evening; the sexy outfits, the wanton stage show, the naughty pics in the dressing room... I was pumped full of prurient lust, and I was already dripping wet. The aroma of damp pussies was already prominent in the tiny room and I was spinning away into that sublime mist of horniness, where nothing seemed to exist apart from our two aroused bodies. A delicious place to be.

She started kissing her way down my stomach, slipping off the bed to sit between my legs, seeking out my simmering core, and I thrust it forward for her, pushing her head backwards as I desperately sought the climactic release that was already imminent. She slid further down, her head lolling back onto the mattress, and I followed, kneeling on one knee and forcing my aching pussy down onto her mouth as she ate me with an amazing fervour.

I was grunting and gasping in a surge of primitive animal passion, fucking her face hard, as my orgasm rose like an ocean wave, lifting me irresistibly onto its crest. When it broke it was literally breath-taking, for both of us: For me, as I gasped for air in the throes of my sexual release, and for her, as she was treated to a dribbling spurt of my pent-up orgasm juice... 'Oh.. uh.. fn.. gn.. fuck..' she gagged as my pussy just erupted, pulsing and contracting for what seemed like minutes, and squeezing out more and more of my creamy juice with each convulsion.

I dropped to my knees, astride her on the floor, and I kissed her voraciously, loving the taste of my juice all over her face. 'Oh my God,' she gasped. 'Fuck, that was awesome,' and she was right, it was.

'That's been building up inside me all fuckin night,' I admitted. 'I think you got the full benefit.

She chuckled 'Yeah, fantastic! Now it's my turn.'

I rolled aside and she stood up and held out her arms saying 'Undress me.' She knows I love that. It's so arousing; even better than a striptease, I think.

I stood and kissed her again. A long, languid, sexual, Roo kiss, with heavenly writhing tongues. She tasted wonderful, the taste of pure sex. My sex.

As I was kissing her, I was pushing up her tee shirt; up and over her breasts, lifting and squishing them as I went. They felt wonderful and I stepped back to look at them, marvelling, as I always do, at their utter perfection. I bent my head to kiss them, while holding them up with my hands, and she stood perfectly still, with her head back, eyes closed in bliss, and panting slightly with her arousal, her arms loosely across the back of my neck.

I enjoyed the perfumed softness of her breasts for a while, making her sigh and moan softly, then I lifted the tee shirt over her head, and hooked my thumbs into the elasticated waistband of her shorts. I dropped to my knees in front of her, taking the shorts down as I went and she stepped out of them and kicked them aside, leaving me face to face with her sporty black Adidas knickers.

I could smell her arousal as I nuzzled the damp fabric and inhaled her, then I slipped my fingers into the waistband and slowly eased them down, inch by inch revealing those silken black pubes and her glistening slit. I gave it a succulent kiss, then pushed her back so she fell onto the bed. I pulled off her plimsolls and unhooked her knickers from her heels, then lifted her legs in turn, kissed her ankles, then kissed my way up one lovely leg to her core. Her gorgeous, wet glistening core.

She spread her legs wide and opened her pussy with her fingers, fully exposing her shiny wet flesh to me, and I ate it with gusto, nuzzling my nose against her clitoris and slurping up and down her delicate folds, bringing an earthy groan of pure pleasure from her.

I delighted in sucking her succulent, salty flesh into my mouth and savouring the feel of it on my tongue. She tasted divine. It was of course a day-old, post-gig pussy taste. Hot and exquisitely piquant. I loved it.

My arousal was rising to its overpowering peak again, and I could have spent hours just revelling in her thoroughly addictive pussy. I wanted to immerse myself in her. To bathe in her. To drink her in, endlessly.

I ate her to two delicious, twitching, jerking orgasms, making her moan and gasp, and her taste just got stronger the more aroused she became. Her pussy was a gorgeous mess of slick flesh, oozing out thick creamy girl cum. Concentrated, rich and intensely sapid. It was so intoxicating it made my head swim.

Eventually, my tongue and jaw were aching with the sustained effort, and I crawled up her body, pausing to brush my lips over those lovely breasts, and kissed her with my very tasty mouth. She kissed me back, passionately, then I lay next to her, kissing her cheek, with my leg drawn up across her stomach.

'Fuck, I think my pelvis has melted,' she sighed.

My arousal seemed never-ending, and I got up and knelt astride her, with my thighs squeezing her hips and started teasing my wet pussy again with my fingers. She lay there with that pouty little smile of hers, just watching me at first, then she reached out and traced her fingers gently along the undersides of my breasts.

'Your boobs are gorgeous, babe. I know they're not big, but they are perfectly-formed, and your nipples are awesome.' She brushed her fingertips across them, making me shiver slightly, and they became even more erect, if that were possible. Her hands traced the sides of my body, feeling the curve of my hips, and she looked me in the eye, with an expression that was so sexy and suggestive. Then she softly took me by the hips and urged me forward, whispering 'Fuck me again.'

I shuffled forward on my knees until I was straddling her breasts, and I noticed that her nipples were also impressively erect. She stared at my sex, with her lips slightly parted, and she closed her eyes and breathed in through her nose, sampling my aroma again and gave a soft groan. I was still very wet, and my pussy was positively aching for her to touch it.

She didn't keep me waiting for long. My knees were in her armpits and she brought her hands together and slowly parted my outer lips, exposing the pink wetness within. 'I love your inner lips. They're are so delicate and perfectly shaped.' The thought briefly flitted across my mind that I preferred her much ruder fleshy ones, but I immediately banished it and concentrated on enjoying her adoring attention, which was now making me very hot indeed. I love being appreciated in this way and the anticipation of her licking me was manifested by an exquisite ache in my loins.

She wet a finger in my entrance then stroked it up between my lips and over my clit, which sent an electric shock through me. My pussy was drooling now, as it always does when I'm this turned on, and when the first thick drop of viscous juice dripped onto her chest it brought a sharp intake of breath from her.

'Fucking hell, you are wet,' she gasped, looking up at me with wide eyes.'

I smiled, and moved closer to her face, lifting my knees over her arms and spreading my legs wider so that my dripping pussy was almost touching her chin, and she tilted her head forward and lapped up some of my cunt-honey.

'Fuuuck' she hissed in a vehement whisper. 'This is so fucking hot. I'll never get tired of this.'

I slipped two fingers into myself, then eased them out, coated in whitish girl cream, and pushed them into her mouth. She sucked on them eagerly, and I did it again, and again. I was so wet, my juice was dripping off my finger tips as I slipped them between her lips, and I couldn't resist having a quick taste myself as I moved forward again, bringing my pussy up over her mouth.

She ate me feverishly, driving her tongue as deeply into me as she could reach, scooping out my ever-increasing liquid and swallowing it down hungrily. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere; teasing my lips and clit, then delving deep inside me, seeking more of my cream.

I leaned back, supporting myself with my hands on her pelvic bones, and treated her to a slow, lubricious face-fuck, coating her entire visage with my viscous secretions as she moaned in lustful appreciation. As my orgasm approached, I lifted myself up and finished myself off with my fingers, pumping them in out like pistons, until I came. She got the full benefit of my inevitable squirt, and she loved it; 'Oh, oh, fuck yes, yes, yesss' she wailed as I came all over her face, sprinkling her with whitish drops of pussy juice. It was super, super hot.

Of course, her hands hadn't been idle, and seconds later she brought herself to an almighty climax, her knees bumping my bum cheeks as she went into an orgasmic convulsion.

I flopped forward, then slithered back down her body, trailing my breasts deliberately across her wet face, then kissed her, enjoying the taste, yet again, of my orgasm juice.

The intensity subsided and she relaxed into a semi-conscious state, but we weren't done yet. I was so bloody horny now... Was there no end to it? I jumped off the bed and went rooting in my holdall for a toy I'd brought with me -- a slightly curved, dildo with an interesting pattern of ribs on the shaft. Roo was familiar with this toy, because we'd had fun with it before. I showed it to her and she just gasped, 'Oh Fuck...'

I nudged her legs apart and touched her lips with the bulging tip of the toy, making her shudder, then I pressed... and slipped it into her almost effortlessly. She was so wet, no extra lube was needed, despite the toy's size. It was very big though, and I could feel it stretching her vaginal walls as I slowly pushed it deep inside her.

She lay watching me at first, then she slammed her head back into the pillow: 'Ohhh, that's fucking amazing,' she groaned as I eased it back out, then back in, a bit deeper. It seemed astonishing that she could take the whole length of this monster, but she seemed to want it deeper and deeper; 'Fuck me baby... harder... faster...' and I obliged, working up to a hard thrusting rhythm, changing the angle of penetration occasionally, until she was going 'ah, oh, oh, ah, ooh, uh, uuh' in time with each stroke.

As her climax approached, I added a little more spice, leaning forward to tease her clit with my tongue, and that sent her screaming over the peak. She clamped her legs around me, pressing me down hard against her, and her body bounced up and down on the bed as her hips bucked in an animalistic humping motion.

I stayed in place as her jerking subsided, and I waited until she was good and quiet, then I slowly and gently, and doubtless to her surprise, resumed my fucking. She squirmed a little then drew a staccato little breath and her legs relaxed and opened again and I began taking her to yet another peak.

This one was very slow, achingly so, and I enjoyed feeling her body respond, sensing the renewed rise of her ardour. She's never quite as wet as me, but she was producing a bountiful supply of thick, creamy lubrication. I savoured the taste of it every time I slid the toy out of her, running my tongue across the top of her vaginal entrance, collecting the bounteous nectar as the toy emerged then sucking the exposed part of the shaft before sinking back into her. Her build up was slow -- this was going to be O number five after all -- but slowly but surely her desire rose again, and I lifted her to a long, shivering, groaning climax.

I could see and feel her vaginal muscles tightening and relaxing around the toy, and they were long, intense clenches, bringing a plaintive moan from her each time. I could almost feel those contractions myself, and I swear my pussy was almost pulsing in sympathy -- that empathetic response only lesbians can experience.