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We started with a karaoke machine in the living room and learned how to play guitars and the drums. I had rhythm, Aaron was bass and Les, the youngest of the three, was the drummer. We wrote a few songs we thought were fantastic and dreamed of albums, money and mature fame. We managed to play a few places but since two of us were under 18 we couldn’t even play a pizza parlor if they served beer. Many of the places we played had only a small room to change into our stage clothes, so I got used to seeing them stripped to underwear and it didn’t bother me to let them see me in bra and panties. As we grew older our songs grew grungier. By the time Les was old enough to go to places with alcohol, MILF our songs had taken on a raunchy punk, sexual style. As front girl I was telling the crowds how it felt to get fucked any way I could while my cousins banged out orgasmic rhythms on their instruments. We were playing to unconventional young punkers and could see the effect of our brand of fuck songs had on the hot uninhibited audiences. Hell, we even saw cum swapping in the corners of some of the places we worked. We were invited to play a gig at Spring Break in Daytona. 5 nights of rowdy, uninhibited college students. To say I was excited would be an understatement. Not because I was going to spring break, but because this was a big gig for us, it could be the start of something bigger. The three of us knew that talent scouts roamed the shows, looking for fresh sounds. Even though I was 20 and had been singing sex themed songs for four years I was sexually inexperienced. I gave my virginity up when I was 17 but it wasn’t a big turn on for me. Since then I’ve screwed a few guys but more out of curiosity than lust or need, I can go months without cock. My cousins however, get laid after almost every session. I’ve found them backstage many times with girls from the audience, their dicks rammed into some orange spiked haired and pierced groupie. Aaron likes his up a willing ass while cousin Les gets his cock sucked a lot. Our first night in Daytona was a fat hit, at least I thought so. We had the crowd hopping and gyrating in a massive crush. The mosh pit was alive with waving arms and undulating bodies. By the time we were done with our second set there was some serious groping and grasping going on, there would indian be a lot of sperm spilled later. The entire time I watched one dude standing to the side watching us, then the crowd. The second night was as raucous as the first, different crowd but the same reaction. Our songs had a strong sexual message and that message was getting relayed by touch and whispers on the floor. Again, I saw the man from the night before, still observing the show on and off stage. I mentioned him to my cousins between sets and all three of us decided he was a scout. For the rest of the night I played to him. After the show we were behind the stage getting ready to go back to the hotel. Aaron and Les amateur already had a couple of hot, tattooed and pierced bitches pumped up to go with them, I was just glad to sit down. There was a quiet knock on the dressing room door. Les opened it to find the dude who had been watching us. Even though I was in scant bra and panties, he stepped into the room and introduced himself. “My name is Winston Thion,” he stuck out his hand which held three business cards, “I’d like to talk to you about your music.” I was right! He was a talent agent and he was interested in our message. I was thrilled for two reasons, one, I had been right about him, and two, he was talking to us. Winston became our agent that night and started setting us up with more and better play dates. The priest had come to him yesterday and warned him that he would be performing an exorcism. She knew I loved the naughtiness of this and it also allowed better access to her bum which we both enjoyed. I remind her that we will be leaving the Commune about 5. She, Amy, Tina, and Jennifer need to have outfits to change into at the new house as we won't be coming back here once we leave. The top bunk is the indian actual bed. Con nodded. "Two Moons Vineyard?" She looked at both guys, still sobbing, amateur “I’m unable to sit my ass hurts beyond belief please don’t make me”. "Are you ok?" she asked. Every Sunday she does the laundry all the clothes by her self. Her tits jiggled with each powerful thrust. It must be close to midnight. He slipped his right forefinger into her very wet and hot cunt and started wiggling it. You will wash that off and forget everything. I want to finish the night with a little-boy fuck. “I’m glad you’re actually taking a stand for this shit. I tried hard to not look MILF at her. I zippered the dress down at the back and slowly removed it. If I wanted to carve my name onto this city, I literally would, I mused to fat myself, I’d carve it from the mature docks, to the west gate. Stupid little games they’d play, but now he reverted back to them and what he’d garnered. Until I can fuck my husband, I need something to take the edge off.” She was trembling.