The rock concert

Wow, how things change with every decade that pass us by. I was born in the late 50 and grew up with loving rock music and the long-haired tires of time. I grew up in the age where girls wore short skirts and pants more rarity than the norm if you wanted to look good for the boys. My parents had their hands full with me, but I never hurt them until I was 17. I remember being in the 11th grade and it came to Spring Break. That’s when I never heard of the big spring break adventures that kids today know so well. I just knew we had a few weeks off, and I wanted to do something nice instead of sitting around and let the two weeks slip away. It was my best friend. Kelly who brought me the paper cut that would change my whole life. There was a comment at the entertainment section that one of my favorite bands of all time would play at our convention center next Saturday night, which was exactly half the spring break.

I got really excited after reading about the band and they were only gonna be in town for one night. I had all the data this band had published. In that time, I loved the tires where the boys were very cute, they all had beautiful hair, and they had songs that would really rot you and make your blood move. I knew when I had to see them live in the concert. I’d never been to a rock concert, but I wouldn’t miss this one. I took the cut of the paperhouse and showed it to my mother. She thought I was crazy at first. It took me four days to bother her and tell her how I’d improve my grades and really try to let me go to this one concert. I even showed her the four albums I had at the group to support that this was my favorite band. My mom finally said she’d think about it and discuss it with my dad that night. Like most girls my age, my father was a robbery compared to my mother. I was daddy’s little girl, and I usually got my way when it was up to him. I met my dad at the door that night, and we had a big conversation about going to the concert.

Let that night my mother came in and said I could go, but if I ruined this and betrayed their trust in me, I would never have another chance, at least not why I lived under their roof. I called Kelly and told her I was going. I already thought about my parents that Kelly would go, too. That was the first part of my story that didn’t work. Kelly’s parents didn’t let her go. She tried as hard as I did, but they refused. I should have told my parents that Kelly wasn’t going, but I was afraid they’d reconsider things and not let me go. Kelly was jealous of me when the night approached that I went to the concert. One day when Kelly was at my house, my mom called the concert and said we should be better at the show. Kelly was great in hiding me, and she kept the illusion that she’d be there, too. The day of the concert that Kelly came and we went shopping for something I could wear at the concert. I met other girls I didn’t even know to find anything. I knew there were a lot of other people in town who loved these guys, and I decided I wanted to look as good as I could when I went.

I remember trying a lot of outfits and asking Kelly’s opinion after each. They were all so normal and more clothes I’d wear to school. I didn’t have time, because tonight was the night of the concert. Finally, I saw something that looked great in a shop window we walked past. It was a small white skirt made from a white plastic or synthetic material. It was very shinny, and with the skirt, a very small mash around the pink top that got about three inches under the chestline. It was stuck in the back and the two looked really great together. When Kelly saw me laughing and said I really saw the part of the female groupie of a band. The outfit gave the exact impression that I wanted everyone to see that night, I was an avid. ROCK FAN and knew how to dress it. Kelly said I needed shoes to go with the outfit. I almost ran out of money, but I found a wild crazy shoes with big platform heels on the back. When I put them on the outfit that Kelly laughed and said, “This is the exhaust, DAMN, you look good.” When she said that and when I saw myself in the mirror at the store, I knew this is what I’d be wearing tonight at the concert. It was tight, smart, very short and perfect for the type of concert I was gonna do. I bought everything and I ended up driving. Kelly us back to my house.

Before we went in, Kelly told me that if my parents saw me in that little tight outfit, they’d probably change me before I left the house. After I thought about it, I was sure they would. I knew my mother would take me to the concert. So I didn’t know how to get into my new outfit. It was Kelly, my best friend ever, who said she’d drive to the concert with my clothes and after my mom dropped me off, I could meet her before I went in and turn my clothes into her car. I gave Kelly a hug and told her again that I’m sorry she couldn’t see the tape with me. The group wasn’t Kelly’s favorite band, so she wasn’t so upset she couldn’t go. She’d like to be there to keep me company. None of us had ever been in such a big rock concert. I wore a normal school dress and shoes I knew my parents would like it. I fixed my hair and I set up some makeup, but nothing that would make my parents suspicious. I knew Kelly had my new clothes and a little makeup bag in her car. She was supposed to meet me at 7:15 for the Arena. The concert started at 8:00 sharp.

I asked my mom to drop me off at 7:15 so I could meet Kelly and maybe buy some notes. She was wondering why Kelly didn’t share with us, but I told my mom she was dating two other girls who were coming. My mom said she was happy that there was a lot of us going, it would be harder to get in trouble. Mothers will always be mothers, I know that. All my mother did was worry me. I wasn’t afraid of anything, I was young and I thought nothing in the world could hurt me. My mom dropped me off and said she’d be outside the arena tonight at 10:30. The concert was scheduled to hold it somewhere between 2 or 2 and a half hours. I was so excited about tonight that I could barely get together. My mother left again to remind me to be careful and stay with the other girls. I was wondering what she would have done if she knew I was here alone tonight. I didn’t even want to think about that then. I saw my mom leave, and I started looking for Kelly right away. It took me five minutes to find her there were so many cars in the parking lot. I jumped in her backseat and she was as excited as I was. I took off my school gown and slipped into the little white skirt that seemed shorter this time when I did it. I had to remove my bra to wear the pink halter I bought. I’m finally putting on my new shoes with the high platform heels. I was very nervous when I hugged Kelly and thanked her for doing this for me.

Kelly said I looked good and I could impress the band with my new outfit. She also said she’d come here before the concert stopped so I could turn into my other outfit before I got back in the car with my mom. Kelly laughed and told me I owed her big time. I walked into the area while Kelly saw me leave. She shook her head when she saw how small she was. The light looked like me now. I wore it a lot higher when I was in the store earlier today. She knew it barely covers my butt. Kelly left knowing I’d have a great time tonight, she knew my personality and how I’d talk to anyone or not, she was right. I waited in a row to get in. And I looked around and most girls were so sexy dressed to see this band. Like I thought the girls were really sexy in the band. I was surprised when I came in and there was no chair at all. The concerts then didn’t have a place, you went to where you could see the concert. For 30 minutes, I squeezed further to the front. Most people didn’t let anyone get through, but when the boys looked at me and I was alone, they’d say hello and push me for them. For my total surprise, I was at the stage before the concert started. I could see everything perfectly, and I was glad I was here waiting for the band to come and play.

I didn’t know anything about concerts, so when the front tire came out, I told myself that wasn’t the group I wanted to see. When they started playing, I ticked a few men behind me and asked where the group we all came to see. I felt like an idiot when they told me this was tonight’s opening group and the group I wanted to see would be going on after they were Thru. The group was fine, but they weren’t who I was here to see. The guys behind me started talking a lot, and I was surprised that they smoked what I knew weren’t normal cigarettes. I’m sure my parents didn’t know, but I had smoke marijuana with my girlfriend at other parties earlier. It didn’t really do much for me, except make me giggle about everything. I remember one of the guys ticked me on the shoulder and shoved a cigarette in my hand. I could have said no, but I was young and I wanted to do as wild as everyone around me. I turned around and confronted the boys and saw a lot of other people rub their own hand. I smiled at the boys when I put their joint in my mouth and filled my lungs with a big inhalation. I kept it in my body for 15 seconds and I finally screwed up. I gave the joint back to the boys and 20 minutes we shared two joints between the three of us.

Eventually, the first band stopped playing and we were told there would be 10 to 15 minutes of breaking up the stage for the most important band we could see. During that time, I talked to the two men behind me. They were a little older when I was only a year or two. I know they told me their names, but I can’t remember them as much as I tried. I didn’t see how light I went and of course I laughed. I’ve been saying a lot about everything the boys said. We soon shared another rolled joint and this was tasted a lot differently than the first two. It had a pleasant, but very remarkable after taste. We passed that joint about ten minutes, and then the lights started going down our heads and the place was wiped out when the curtain was lifted and there was the band I loved so much. I felt my body turned around and pulled back and without thinking about what just happened, I was between the two guys I was talking to and sharing a joint. I shouted my head off like all the other girls there.

For 15 minutes, the song played their first song, and I had a joint pressed on my lips by at least three or four times. It was a sudden rush when my body started floating and I felt light as a feather. When the band started the next number, I could feel the music like it wasn’t just noise, it was deep inside me. I didn’t know what this feeling was, but it felt fantastic. I moved to the side and didn’t even realize that one of the boys had me in his arms from behind and tripped me to the piece of the loud rock band. Every minute I felt less of my body and I felt more like a cloud in the sky or a rose. I shouted my head off when the group played their best songs for the big crowd that paid so much to see them. I went from moving to everywhere to barely move. I was packed by the man behind me and I could hear the music and see the group, but nothing else seemed to register my mind or my body. I was so stoned by the powerful joints I’d smoked with the boys. Both men with me could look at my face and see that I was wasted. They wouldn’t have tried that on purpose, but I never had marijuana. It was divided with other drugs that made the experience a lot more fun. For me, it pushed me into a state of consciousness that I didn’t even know existed.

The band on the stage started playing the only slow ballad they’d ever written. It was beautiful and everyone in the crowd loved it. Suddenly the men saw the stage filled with things when people threw them off the crowd. Not bad things, but things that showed me how much the fans really loved the boys. With a minute, the boys laughed like five or six girls panties on the stage and the singer picked up a few and kept them in the air. He fought for the girls to give them more. This is where my whole night has changed. The boys laughed and looked at me and one of them poked me and told me to surrender mine to the boys. It was at the time they realized how far I was. I had a wide grin on my face, but I couldn’t look them in the eye or say a word. The two boys looked at each other and beat their hands together when they said I was all out. It took one of them about five seconds to turn me around. When the band was still playing their ballad, the guy had the guts to get under my short skirt and look for the top of the panties I had right now. Now that I don’t feel like anything’s happening to my body, he took the top of my pink panties and he wrestled them right into my legs until they rested on top of my high platform. One foot at a time, my legs were lifted, and then both boys really broke in the laugh when my average pair of pink panties were thrown on the stage where there were a few layers.

The singer saw exactly where my panties came from. He pointed to where I stood and gave me a big kiss. Normally it would have meant for me to point out that way, but I’m not moving muscle or golf or anything. The two guys who were standing around me moved around like a bunch of wolves. For everyone else, I knew I’d gone with them and they were my boyfriends or something. The only boy who had held me from behind suddenly slipped his hand under my little skirt and in seconds his hands were running over my bare ass and then to the front of my body. When I felt the music wrinkled my body, my face was turned around and the second boy put a big wet kiss on my lips. Just like he did, a warm pair of fingers found my tight pussy lips and the strange hands started feeling me when I was kissed and moved to move a few so the boys could get better access to my body. About ten minutes when guys laughed and realized I wouldn’t fight at all. I don’t know if I had really gotten wet from the guys who wet me, but my virgin kitten had a finger tied up in my ass and another hand as hard as I could.

I don’t know if the guy who fingered me could see that I’d never been with a man or not. He slowly cut his finger in and out of my pussy and his hand was drained by the time he removed it from my short shirt. He pushed his wet fingers to his friends’ nose and laughed while he was smiling. He said he could smell how sweet this smelled. Then like some bad way to believe sex, the boy behind me started taking his pants off and he let go of a rock-haired dick that was about six centimeters tall. He made me stand up to him until now nobody really knew what was going on. The group was still playing and everyone gave them all their attention. We had kids for us, next to us, and right behind us. We were packed as cattle because everyone wanted to get as close to the stage as they could. Without thinking about the kids around us, the boy stopped me from behind, slowly lifted my skirt and pulled my body back to my long platform heels right next to his own feet. My legs were pushed two feet apart and my feet were put behind me. This was all new to him back then. He wanted me to be behind my body.

For more than a minute, the boy pulled my waist like that, and nothing he did seemed to set our bodies straight. He finally pushed my head forward what pushed me into his body. He could feel it instantly as my damp kitty perfect with his hard cock. It took him a few more attempts to locate his dick with my wet opening. The minute he did, he pulled my head back up and just like opening a bottle of wine, his dick was shoved into my pussy and slowly ripped my wet lips apart to leave his boner in my body. I was so excited, so wet, and so my body drugged at first, the intrusion didn’t even feel like an inch of rock hard dick, forced by my pussy. It was after about two centimeters, maybe less, that the man behind me had trouble getting more of his dick inside me. I don’t think he knew. I was a virgin. I think he thought we were fighting again with a bad angle or outlining. After he tried to push a few more times, he put a hand on my neck and pushed my head back to the ground. Just like before my ass went back and in a better position for what he was trying to do. I only got bent eight seconds, that’s all I needed.

The boy behind me pulled his dick out over an inch and pushed back into me. His dick was stopped by my body again. On his next stroke, he pushed my head further down and this time he used his legs muscles and hands to pull me back hard and he punched his waist forward to meet my body. A sudden grin hit his face when his dick kept slipping in me and he could tell right away that my ass was against his body. So much for my virginity, he took it and didn’t even realize it, I lost it, and I barely felt it. As soon as I was buried on his dick, he tied me to the shoulders and almost stabbed me straight. Then he removed his hands under my short skirt and grabbed me around the hips. Only the back of my skirt was up and his body was close enough to hide most of what happened. He started putting me on the music and for four minutes he enjoyed the short strokes of my tight pussy when we silked to the music of my favorite group. Once in a while, his friend pulled me in and gave me a big kiss on the lips. We kept moving back and forth while the music filled my body with a feeling I can remember this day.

My tight kitty was so hot and smooth from what we did wasn’t going back. When the music was playing, the dick in me grew longer and smaller while my hot little kitten made the boy behind me feel like he’d never felt before. He’d fucked a few girls before, but never a virgin and never anyone who stood before so many people tonight. The fixed boy held a quiet motion with my body that moved me from side to side until she moved with the music. Until his dick exploded. As much as he didn’t want to change the rhythm, his animal instincts made him bow me over a few while he fucked me for five seconds. In those five seconds, his dick took five or six times off the force of the pressure when his balls started emptying and my tight cunt was flushed with enough fat sperm to fill the bottom of a small cup. When the boy came back to his senses, he pulled me back and kept my body buried on his dick while his ass slowly poured into me. He reached over a gave his friend a high five and they both laughed at what a great concert this had become for them.

It couldn’t have been more than three minutes after the two guys beat each other that the hot stiff dick in my body was snuck out of me and my legs were directly covered with the boys and my own dirty juices. I hope it was over, but the other guy quickly took my waist and pulled me over for him. His hands went under my skirt and he pulled away with an ugly-looking hand of all the stuff that was poured out of my pussy. He hit his friend on the arm and said he could have cleaned me up when he was done with me. I don’t know what was used, but the boy found something to wipe me with. When another song started, he started the same routine the first man used on me. He played with my pussy that fingered me and wet me again. In the middle of one of the groups he lifted my skirt and untied his pants. He was shorter when his friend and for some reason he had no problem pulling me back and shoved his dick in my pussy. I was still filled with the uterus of the first boy and this second dick slipped into me like a butter knife thru Butterther. I was still very tight on his dick, but this guy didn’t get any experience of arresting a virgin like his friend had just done.

The guy who fucked me had been watching his friend all the time. Like the first time, my body was slowly moved from them to side and controlled by the hands on my hips. Once again, my skirt was all the way down, except in the back and right before the boy’s body was good at blocking what was really going on. This boy was more of a kisser than the first. He kept pulling my head to the side and kissing me while he rubbed my pussy softly into his dick about 1 or 2 centimeters on every soft side. I don’t know what started my body this time, maybe it was the added kiss or something, but out of nowhere, my mind told me that something really special happened and my pussy started falling behind me when the first man did it. I was still floating on a cloud and the music seemed to be part of me when we stenged back and forth. But now my body reacted to what happened and never in my young life, I had feelings as elevated as I did by the drugs. What would have felt good, felt fantastic.

The boy behind me poked his friend and told him I was sewing his pants and it would look like he’d peed himself when he finally left. They both laughed when my head was moving towards her and the feeling inside of me was about to show his dirty head. I was at the top of the world when the stiff cock somehow my clit was right on attention and all my hot juices that weighed us both down, made sure everything would be much more fun. I think I scared both boys when a load of moan came out of my mouth and a few seconds later, my body came down to get more rubbish from the boys who ever moved. I came so hard that I couldn’t stop making small shouts and, of course, that brought the attention of the people who stood in front of us. A hand quickly covered my mouth when I exploded and pulled the boys’ dick buried in me. Fortunately for them, I’m taking off as fast as I can after ten seconds or something. The whole inside of my skirt and the whole front of the boys’ pants were so wet that it was like a water balloon hit us both in those areas.

I was probably held for another five minutes when the boy behind me knew there were people around us who had to realize we were in the arena. When he thought everyone was looking at the concert again, he slowly started bringing me my hot wet pussy, it felt better after I completely wasted myself with my own wet juices. About four minutes, the boy pushed my body from them to them. When his dick started rising and he knew he was about to clam, he did something very different than his partner. He pulled me to a full stop and waited for the pressure to get the best of him. He grabbed my hips, and he really started ripping me off, but right before he let his balls go, and when we were standing there, he felt the pressure of his slut in my body, and he didn’t even let me move or a small one. He wanted to feel and count every giant whore when it came to his best friend in my body. After 8 celestial feelings, his balls stopped with pulses and my pussy was so full of skank it was gonna get tonight. Once again, the boy left his dick in me for a good four or five minutes. The concert was a little excessive when this boy pulled his dick between my legs and again my thighs and my little skirt was driven from all that dirty white goo that flowed out of my body.

This guy was way better to clean me up. He used the same thing the other boy did to clean me up, but in the last four or five minutes he reached between my legs and wiped more fluid out of my body. The concert took about 35 or 40 minutes longer. When it was over, the boys didn’t know what to do. They sat me next to the stage and laughed off their heads when they disappeared into the crowd of children who went to the doors. It was only 35 minutes later one of the cleaning crews found me and brought me to my feet. The guy was a little older, and it only took him a few seconds to see that I was all out. When he lifted me up, my skirt flew up and my panties came up less quickly. The man laughed but looked at my face and age and knew someone at home wouldn’t be happy with me. He had one of his buddies give him panties that they had cleaned up and without giving a damn if they were mine or not he threw them on my body. If I could ever thank him, I’d get out of my way to let him know how much that helped me that night. He asked some of the other guys what to do with me. After all the bad suggestions, he decided to take me out and see if anyone was waiting for me. My mother and my girlfriend were there for almost an hour.

Luckily, my girlfriend saw my mother’s car and she stayed out of sight. She saw the man who pulled me out of the arena just like mom. My mother ran off her car and grabbed me out of his arms. She was terrified and asked what happened to me. The man told my mother he was the cleaning crew and they found me unconscious next to the stage. He said I probably had too much fun when I was there. My mother threw me in the car and tried to wake me up, but I didn’t move. She drove so angry to the hospital that was about 30 minutes away. She saw me not even wearing the clothes I went to the concert with. She was scared and angry at the same time. At the hospital, the doctors in less than 20 minutes knew I was on some kind of drugs. They gave me an I.V. of a type and made my mother wait there until I got out. Three or four hours later, I woke up with my mother by my side. I was in the E.R., and I was back from the highest high that the drug gave me. My mother went straight to my question. I started crying, and my mother was as angry as I’d ever seen her. It took another hour to get out of the hospital.

All the way home and hours after we got there, my mom and dad stormed into my room every few minutes and let me really have it. They told me how disappointed They were in me and how they could never trust me again. I couldn’t stop crying, but at this point, I didn’t know half the story about the night. I had to explain how I got my clothes. I told my parents that a friend brought it to the concert. I wouldn’t tell them it was Kelly. Because I didn’t want them mad at her. I think my mother figured that out herself, but she didn’t tell me about not seeing Kelly for a while. Finally at 4:00 in the morning, I told my parents I wanted to go to bed. I heard them kicking in their bedroom and they still went off about what happened tonight. I knew I wouldn’t do this for a very long time. I was gonna take a quick shower because I felt sticky and dirty from my long night. It wasn’t until I took off my skirt and looked at my panties, I knew something was wrong. I lost my virginity that night, but it was weird that I felt nothing else. That feeling would come tomorrow. Right now, I still had the remains of the drug in my body, and I didn’t feel any pain at all.

I saw the little multicolor panties and I knew I never had one of those. I started thinking about how I got them and there was a full void in my mind. Then I slowly pulled them down and I fell on the bathroom floor. The inside of my panties was pretty wet and my thin black kitty was mutilated with something fat and disgusting. I panicked when I put my finger in the goo and rolled it in my fingers. I took the mess slowly to my sound and it had a very distinct smell. I didn’t know how sperm smoked, but suddenly I knew it was. I started to examine myself more accurately and tears filled my eyes when I pushed my stomach muscles and more of that stuff slowly flew out of my pussy slips. At that point, I knew I was fucked, but where, how, and why can’t I remember? I jumped in the shower and cleaned myself as best I could. I cried so hard I couldn’t see what I did. I kept telling myself that I should live the rest of my life never know what happened to fucking me and taking away my virginity. That it bothered me more when I got fucked. Not knowing who did it would stay with me forever.

Of course I didn’t sleep that night and the next day I called my girlfriend crying, but I didn’t want to tell her why. She told me that she saw my mother running and out of the hands of a man who helped me. I tried to find out more about my girlfriend’s husband, but she only remembered he seemed about 30. That didn’t help me at all, and I felt bad. I let go of my virginity to a 30-year-old man who took advantage of me. I wanted to tell my parents, but I knew exactly where that would lead. I’d be at the police station, then the kids at school would find out and maybe I’d end up in court. As much as I wanted the person to pay, I didn’t want to ruin my life, it was already. I was young and cared too much about what people would think of me if they found out. That day I found out I had a month of limitations and I never had to ask to go home like this. I knew I had to spend less than two years at home before I went to college. The days went by slowly, and I finally got out after 30 days. What I didn’t get was my next period. First I told myself that it was because of all the excitement and things that happened last month. I never missed a period, but I had to hope this was the reason. I really let myself believe it. Then another month passed, and I knew it. When you couldn’t run to the store for a quick test, you had to go to the hospital and let them do their tests. I didn’t want to tell my mother, not yet. I made it another month, but my abdomen just showed a touch and I was five pounds heavier. I learned how to hide it, and I was very happy when school left the summer.

I stayed hidden in my room the first month. My stomach grew and I became a hermit when I really had to. I had to be about four and a half months pregnant when my mother found out. Starting world war three. She didn’t even have to ask me when she peeked in and saw me change my clothes. My stomach was pushed out of my pants. That was the longest day of my life. My dad came home, we went to the hospital, and my parents called the police. It took every gram of my willpower to convince my mother to call the police. I knew if I told her that I didn’t know the father she was bringing. I wanted to keep this as quiet as possible. I told her I had a nightly affair with a boy, but I wouldn’t give her his name, no matter how much she tried to force me. I think my mother felt a little better when I told her that the boy went to school with me and was about six months younger than me. She was afraid someone older abused me. It was a week of bad dreams when I stayed in the house with my parents and they refused to talk to me. Finally, my mother arranged it so I could stay with her sister in another state. I couldn’t wait to leave the plane.