A lustful teenage fan gives a rock 'n' roll drummer some hot licks

 

I've been playing the drums in local bands since I was eighteen. It's not a bad way to make a living, but it isn't exactly the big time! I'm forty-two years old, married, and a little thicker in the middle, yet to my amazement, I still get the occasional bite from sweet young things who want to rock and roll.

Last fall, I went shopping for new clothes to wear on stage and, of course, I ended up in The Gap. The majority of their merchandise is aimed at young people, although I did manage to score a pair of blue jeans and a cool hooded hoodie. A salesperson opened up a fitting room for me to try them on. The clerk recognized me from our usual Friday night show at a nearby bar, and when he uttered my band's name, the two female voices in the adjacent cubicle, who'd been chattering away like stupid little squirrels, stopped.

"Shhh!" One of them whispered. "He's in that band we saw at Joe's last week."

Teeny-boppers. You must adore them. I grinned indulgently, savoring the mystery rustling and unzipping next door and imagining what the two of them looked like. The person who had done the shushing had a somewhat breathless voice that turned me on sight unseen—especially when she made an obvious effort to be heard through the thin wall that separated us.

"Mmmm, I just love this little top!" She gushed. "Look how it matches the flowers on my bra!"

I took a mental note of it and got my supplies. When I left the dressing room, the girls opened their door to check on me as I passed. I heard a muffled round of girly laughs and another shushing sound. Then I heard footsteps directly behind me.

"You're the drummer, right?" a hurried voice inquired as I approached the pay register. I turned around to see the sweetest teenager, soulfully looking up at me from beneath an attractive bob of wavy black hair. "Gosh, you guys are just so great!"

She informed me her name was Karishma, and she went to the local college. She was a beautifully ripe eighteen-year-old sophomore with a trim teenage stomach and a saucy, round bottom. As we talked, she raised the sleeves of her soft gray sweater above her elbows, twitched her hips bewitchingly inside her tight white chinos, and seemed as delighted as a playful puppy when she caught me staring at the inviting swell of her enormous, creamy boobs. Before I questioned what happened to her friend, I reminded myself that I was only a cute little hot-pants virgin.

"Oh, her," she shrugged, pouting her red rosebud lips. "She had to get her daddy's car back home before it turns into a pumpkin or something."

That, of course, left her completely stranded, and Karishma just grinned and wiggled her adorable little buttocks until I gave her a ride. Her nipples tightened as she accepted my offer.

She flirted and squirmed as we drove, and by the time I arrived at her dark, hedge-lined driveway, the aroma of her juicy flesh had given me a hard-on. She batted her long black lashes in the moonlight and asked me for a copy of the cassette we'd been selling the night she saw my band perform.

"What do you want for it?" she said innocently after I had reached into the backseat and pulled one out.

I leaned over and stroked her soft, crimson lips with mine. "I want to see the flowers on your bra," I said to myself, as my dick slithered up my belly like a serpent.

Karishma blushed with growing embarrassment, her dark eyes shining with restrained eagerness, as she slowly removed her soft gray sweater to display her ravenous young jugs. "Like this?" she whispered.

We kissed again, deeper this time, and my hand moved up to cup her lovely, warm fullness. Karishma cooed and moved around to make herself more fully available, and I teased her hard brown nipples through the pink-and-blue-flowered cotton of her brassiere.

"Oh, gosh," she moaned softly as I licked and sucked on her tits. "Oh, please, I—Mmmm!"

I moved my hand down between her plump, willing thighs and massaged her pussy through her wet designer chinos. She groaned with delight and splayed herself for me like the hottest little whore in town, desperately rubbing her snatch on my pushing, probing fingers. I placed her palm on the thickness of my large, rigid dick, and she began trembling and squealing with joy, virtually creaming in her jeans. “Oh, baby! Oh, Honey! Oh, please!" she exclaimed, her plump, firm ass twitching uncontrollably. She stiffened and grabbed my fingers to her crotch as her cunt erupted. "Oh, honey, that feels so good!"

I continued exploring her muff till she humped herself dry. Her fingers nervously massaged my cock as she placed her head in the hollow of my shoulder.

"Oh, shit," she murmured in dismay, a guilty blush spreading across her cheeks. "It's very late. "I have to go now." Before I could move a muscle, she was tugging down her silky gray sweater, grabbing her pocketbook and the tape, and going into her house like a flash.

"Fuckin' virgins," I mumbled, frustrated. I had to drag my flaming hard-on back home, wait patiently for my wife to return home from working the second shift, and then beat the living daylights out of her till three a.m., trying to get the dumb little wiggle out of my system.

I couldn't stop thinking about her, and I'm guessing young Karishma felt the same way, since three days later I received a call from her shortly after my wife had left for work. She said me she received my number from a friend of a friend who schedules the bands at Joe's, and she just needed to speak with me one more time.

"So talk." I shrugged.

"Not on the phone," she implored sweetly. I gave in, and an hour later she was standing in my living room, fiddling with the hem of a skirt and apologizing "for acting like such a baby the other night."

She stammered, moving her hips, "It's just that I never…" "I mean I just never let anybody get me that, um … you know …" She glanced up at me with humiliation. "You make me want to do things," she added softly.

I rose from my easy chair and kissed her. "What kind of things?" I asked, bringing her closer.

"Everything," she moaned, the scent of growing excitement rising from between her legs.

"Then take off all your clothes," I instructed her.

Karishma paused for a moment before softly pulling that same gray sweatshirt over her tangled black hair. She'd left her flowery bra at home, so her naked tits stood out large and creamy against the smooth, flat tautness of her shaking belly.

"I've got goose bumps all over," she chuckled, delightfully embarrassed, her long brown nipples ferociously hard as she let her short, flared skirt fall down around her ankles. She stood there hesitantly, wearing tiny blue cotton briefs.

I sat down in front of her, on a low leather ottoman. "You are a beautiful young woman, Karishma," I said softly, sucking each of her large, delicate breasts in turn. She shivered involuntarily as I brushed my tongue across the salty-sweet flesh just above the waistband of her moist underwear.

"Oh, oh, oh," she murmured quietly. "What are you gonna do?"

She whimpered slightly as I took down her underwear, revealing her very big black bush. I started kissing and nibbling on the tender flesh of her hot, damp thighs. Soon, they were vibrating with fierce yearning, and Karishma gasped and opened her legs to balance herself.

I caressed the large, buttery globes on her ripe, round rump and licked the length of her gleaming gash. "Oh! Oh! Ahhh!" She blushed, fully ashamed and completely aroused now.

She was shivering so violently that she could barely stand. I inserted my tongue deep into her juicy twat and began sucking in her pearly nectar.

"Oh, lick this! Lick it! Oh, my God, I have never felt anything so delicious before!" She panted with guilty pleasure, her sweet teenage honey running freely down her legs. Her pussy bucked and twitched erotically against my face the entire time. "Oh, God, honey, you're gonna make me come!"

I rose up swiftly, gently pushed her to her knees, and started unbuckling my belt. "Oh, my," Karishma blushed, moistening her pouty lips in nervous expectation as I squeezed a drop of clear fluid from the tip of my scorching peter and saw it roll down one of her proud, young boobs. "Oh, honey, I had no idea your cock was so big!"

"Do it, Karishma," I said, running my hands over her short, disheveled hair. "Suck my dick, you sweet little bitch."

She gently drew me into the exquisite wet warmth of her mouth, swirling her tongue experimentally around the swelling purple head. "Mmmm, mmmm, mmmmphh," she mumbled pleasantly as my rooster slurped in and out. As she firmly placed her gentle hands around the thick base, she said, "I've never been this turned on in my life."

The sight of her crimson lips wrapped around my cock drove me insane, and the lovely little cocksucker allowed me to fuck her mouth until I was slick enough to insert it up her tight cunt—and too damn horny to wait another minute!

I laid Karishma down on our Persian carpet and licked her swollen tits one last time. "Oh, yes, it feels so good!" she exclaimed as I massaged the tip of my dick all over her creamy slit. "Oh, honey, fuck my pussy!"

I was shivering from the struggle to restrain myself as I slipped my cock into her hot, moist honey-hole, and Karishma only added to my excitement by immediately coming all over my cock. She babbled, cooed, and encouraged me as I sank a few inches in her hungry snatch. She screamed with delight as I hoisted her knees over my shoulders and slammed into her up to my balls with a single, strong push.

"Oh, yes!" she yelled, clamping her pussy muscles around my cock and pushing her pelvis against mine. Soon, we were screwing each other desperately. Karishma's legs were tightly wrapped around my back as I gripped her ass-cheeks and plunged my cock in her dripping quim repeatedly.

Oh, fuck me, honey. "Fuck me." She begged me, her sweet face glistening with sweat as she writhed and humped shamelessly beneath me.

Then I withdrew out and put her on all fours. I approached her from behind, and she looked back over her cheeky little bottom with a blush of sheepish reproach and ardent abandon. I dicked her like a corkscrew, my balls tight and churning, and she yelled out ecstatically with the joy of her umpteenth long, hard orgasm when I began squirting wads of jism into her lovely cunt.

Karishma let me have her one last time before she departed, climbing sheepishly into my lap as I sat in my comfortable recliner. Straddling me, she squatted down lewdly on my firm, sticky shaft and stroked us slowly into beautiful oblivion.

But she needed to go home for dinner. I handed her a band T-shirt, and she gave me a long, lingering soul kiss. After bringing her to her car, I returned to my apartment and thanked my fortunate stars for rock & roll.