How things change with every decade that passes us goodbye. I was born in the late 1950s and grew up as a rock music magnet and long hairy strips of the time. I grew up when the girls wore short mini skirts and pants were more than a rarity so the standard if you want to look at the guys. My parents had their hands full of me, but I never really caused them pain until I was 17. I remember I was in Grade 11 and he was in Spring break. At the time, I had never heard of the great adventures of Spring break that today’s children know well. All I knew was that we had a few weeks off and I wanted to do something fun instead of sitting and letting go for two weeks. He was my best friend Kelly who brought me the paper that would eventually change my whole life. In the entertainment section was a review that one of my favorite bands of all time would play in our convention center room on Saturday night that was exactly halfway through the Spring break holiday.
I was really excited after reading about the band and how they would be in town only one night. I had all the records of this band. At the time, I loved the bands where the guys were very cute, they all had very beautiful long straight hair, and they had songs that really rocked you and moved your blood. I knew I had to go see them in concert. I had never been to a rock concert, but this one, I wasn’t going to miss. I took the clipping of the paper with me and showed it to my mother. She thought I was crazy at first. It took me four days to disturb her and tell her how I would improve my notes and really try if she let me go to that concert. I even showed him the four albums I had from the band to argue that it was my favorite band all the time. My mother finally said she’d think about it and talk to my father that night. Like most girls of my age, my father was a pusher compared to my mother. I was Dad’s little girl and I usually took my way if she was left to her. I met my dad at the door that night and we had a big talk about the concert.
At the end of that night, my mother came to tell me that I could go, but if I betrayed this and betrayed their trust in me, I would never have another chance like that again, at least not why I lived under their roof. I called Kelly and told him I was going to go. I already had my parents Kelly, too. It was the first part of my story that didn’t work. Kelly’s parents wouldn’t let her go. She tried as hard as I did, but they refused. I should have told my mom and dad that Kelly wasn’t going, but I was afraid they’d rethink things and don’t let me go. Kelly was really envious of me during the night that I had to go to the concert. One day Kelly was at home, my mother mentioned the concert and said we’d do better to behave at the show. Kelly was great covering me and she kept the illusion that she would be there too. On the concert day, Kelly came and we ran for something I could wear at the concert. I met other girls that I didn’t even know how to try to find something, too. I knew there were a lot of other people like me who liked this group of guys and I decided I wanted to be as good as possible when I went.
I remember trying on several outfits and asking Kelly’s opinion after each. They were all so normal and I loved the clothes I’d wear at school. I was running out of time because tonight was the night of the concert. Finally, I saw something that looked great in a store window that we crossed. It was a small white skirt made of white plastic or synthetic material. It was very shiny and with the skirt was a very small envelope around the pink summit that came down about three inches below the chest line. He tied his back and both were really great together. When Kelly saw me in, she laughed and said I really watched the part of a group’s female group. The outfit gave the exact impression that I wanted everyone to see this night, I was an avid ROCK FAN and I knew how to dress the room. It’s Kelly who said I need shoes to go with the outfit. I was just about out of the money but I found a crazy pair of shoes with big heels on the back. When I tried them with the outfit, Kelly smiled and said “THATS THE OUTFIT, DAMN, you LOOK GOOD”! Once she said that and once I saw myself in the mirror in the store, I knew that’s what I’d wear at the concert tonight. He was tight, bright, very short, and was perfect for the type concert I was going to. I bought everything and Kelly brought us home.
Before going to Kelly told me that if my parents saw me in that tight little outfit they’d probably make me change before leaving the house. After thinking about that, I was sure they would. I knew my mom was gonna take me to the concert, so I didn’t know how I’d go into my new outfit. It’s Kelly, my best friend, who said she was going to the concert with my clothes and after my mom dropped me, I could meet her before I came in and changed my clothes in her car. I made a hug to Kelly and I told her again that she couldn’t go see the band with me. The band wasn’t Kelly’s favorite band, so she wasn’t so upset that she couldn’t go. She would have liked to be here to keep me company. None of us had ever been to a big rock concert like that. I ended up wearing a normal dress and shoes with which I knew my mom and dad would agree. I had arranged my hair and put some makeup, but nothing that would make my parents suspect. I knew Kelly had my new clothes and a little makeup bag in her car. She was gonna meet me at 7:15 in front of the Arena. The concert started exactly at 8:00.
I asked my mother to drop me off at 7:15 so I could meet Kelly and buy mementos. She wondered why Kelly wasn’t with us, but I told my mother that she was going with two other girls who came too. My mother said she was happy that there are many of us, it would be harder to get in trouble. Moms will always be moms. All my mother seemed to do was worry. I wasn’t afraid of anything, I was young and I didn’t think anything in the world could hurt me. My mother let me go and said she’d be outside the arena at 10:30 tonight. The concert was to last between 2 or 2 hours and a half. I was so excited about tonight that I could barely get together. My mother reminded me of being careful and staying with the other girls. I was wondering what she would have done if she knew I was here by myself tonight. I didn’t even want to think about it. I saw my mother leave and I immediately started looking for Kelly. It took me about five minutes to find her there were so many cars already in the parking lot. I jumped into her back seat and she was as excited to me as I was. I quickly removed my school dress and slipped into the little white skirt that looked even shorter this time when I put it. I had to remove my bra to wear the pink cork I bought. I finally put my new shoes with the heels of large platform. I was really nervous, I hated Kelly and thanked her for doing this for me.
Kelly told me I looked very good and I was going to impress the band with my new outfit. She also told me that she’d be here a bit before the concert ends so I could change my other suit before I go into the car with my mother. Kelly laughed and told me I owe her a lot of time for that. I started walking in the fenced area, it’s the Arena that Kelly watched me leave. She shook her head when she saw how the lights looked at me. I was for a reason to wear it much higher so I had in the store earlier today. She knew it barely covered my butt. Kelly left knowing that I would have a good time tonight, she knew my personality and how I would talk to everyone close to me if I knew them or not, she was right too. I waited in a line to go home and looked around and most girls dressed as hot as they could come to see this group. Like me, the girls thought the guys in the band were sexy. I was surprised when I was inside and there was no chair in the whole place. The return concerts had no place, you just went where you could see the concert. For 30 minutes, I pressed the front. Most people would not let anyone thru, but when the guys looked at me and I was alone, they would say hi and push me in front of them. To my surprise, I was right in front of the stage before the concert started. I saw everything perfectly and I was happy to wait for the band to come out and start playing.
I didn’t know anything about the concerts, so when the front band came out, I figured it wasn’t the band I came to see. When they started playing, I put a few guys behind me and asked where the band we all saw was. I felt like an idiot when they told me it was tonight’s opening group and the band I wanted to see would be on after they were thru. The band was fine, but that wasn’t what I was here to see. The guys behind me started talking a lot with me and I was surprised to see them smoking what I knew wasn’t normal cigarettes. I’m sure my parents didn’t know, but I smoked marijuana before with my girlfriend at other parties. It didn’t really do much for me unless I was laughing about everything. I still remember a guy who hit me on my shoulder and pressed a cigarette lit in my hand. I could have told you either, but I was young and I wanted to act as wild as everyone around me. I turned around and met the guys and saw a lot of other people walking around on their own hand of the cast joints. I smiled at the guys when I put their joint to my mouth and filled my lungs with a great inhalation. I kept it in my body for about 15 seconds, then I finally blowed it. I gave the joint back to the guys and for about 20 minutes we shared two joints between us three.
Finally, the first band stopped playing and we were told that there would be a 10 to 15 minute break why they set the stage for the main group that we were all there to see. Meanwhile, I talked to the two guys behind me. They were a little older so I was only a year or two at most. I know they told me their names, but I don’t remember as much as I tried. I didn’t notice how I was headed and of course I was laughing a lot about everything the guys said. We soon shared another cast joint and it was tasted much different then the first two had. He had a pleasant but very sensitive taste. We spent this articulation for about ten minutes, then the lights on our heads began to descend and the place shook like the curtain was lifted and there was the group I loved so much. I felt that my body turned around and I pulled a little and without even thinking about what just happened, I was now just between the two guys I spoke to and shared a joint with. I was screaming my head like all the other girls.
For 15 minutes, the song played their first song and I had another joint pressed on my lips by one of the guys at least three or four times more. It was like a sudden precipitation as my body began to sow and I felt light like a feather. While the band started the following song, I could feel the music as if it wasn’t just his, it was at the bottom of me. I didn’t know what it was, but it was fantastic. I moved away and didn’t even realize that one of the guys took me in his back arms and that he was shaking regularly with me at the rhythm of the rock band. At every minute of passage, I felt less of the body and felt more like I was a cloud in the sky or a smoke. I really yelled at my head because the band in front of me played their best songs for the big crowd who had paid so much to see them. I’ve moved from everybody to barely move. I was enveloped by the standing guy behind me and I could hear the music and see the band, but nothing else seemed to sign up in my mind or body. I was so embarrassed by the powerful joints I smoked with the guys. The two guys with me could look at my face and see I was was wasted. They didn’t try to do it on purpose, it was just the fact that I never had spiked marijuana before. It was lacked with other medications that made the experience much more enjoyable. For me, it pushed me into a state of consciousness that I didn’t even know.
The band on stage started playing the only slow ballad they had ever written. It was really beautiful and everyone in the crowd loved him. Suddenly, the guys saw the scene fill things while people threw them out of the crowd. No bad things, but things that showed how much fans really liked guys. With a minute the guys laughed like five or six pairs of girls’ panties landed on the stage and the singer picked up a pair and held them in the air. He asked the girls to throw them more. That’s where my whole night changed. Guys laughed and looked at me, and one of them stabbed me and told me to throw mine at the guys. That was when they realized I was out of it. I had a big smile on my face, but I couldn’t look them in my eyes or say a word. The two guys looked at each other and knocked their hands together because they said I was completely out of it. It took five seconds for his friend to turn me. Then with the band that still played their ballad the guy had the guts to get under my tight short skirt and look for the top of the panties I had now. With me not feeling a thing that goes on with my body, he easily grabbed the top of my pink panties and he shook them right down my legs until they rest on the top of my tall heels. One foot at a time my legs were lifted and the two guys really burst into laughter because my average pair of pink panties were thrown on the scene where some were already lying.
The singer saw exactly where my panties came from. He pointed to where I was standing and kissed me. It would normally have meant the world for him to point me like that, but I didn’t move a muscle or a wave or anything. The two guys standing around me moved in like a bunch of wolves. For everyone knew, I came with them and they were my boyfriends or something like that. The only boy who held me behind him suddenly slipped his hand under my little skirt and in seconds, his hands ran on my naked ass and then towards the front of my body. As I felt the music tearing my body, my face was turned and the second boy planted a big wet kiss on my lips. Just as he did, a pair of hot fingers found my tight set of pussy lips and the strange hands began to feel like I was kissed and moved around so that guys could have better access to my body. For about ten minutes, the guys laughed and realized I wasn’t gonna fight. I don’t know if I was really wet on my own guys made me soaked, but my virgin pussy soon had a finger housed halfway inside it and a different hand shining on my ass as hard as possible.
I wouldn’t know if the guy who fingers me could say that I had never been with a guy before or not. He slowly slipped his finger in and out of my pussy and his hand was soaked by the time he finally pulled it under my short shirt. He pushed his wet fingers to his friends’ nose and laughed like he told him to smell like it smelled. Then, as some bad people make sexual romance believe, the boy behind me began to decompress his pants and he triggered a hard dick that had about six inches long. He brought me up against him until no one knew what was going on. The band played again and everyone gave them all their attention. We had children in front of us, next to us, and directly behind us. We were packed like cattle because everyone wanted to get closer to the scene. Without even thinking about the children all around us, the boy holding me from behind slowly lifted my skirt’s back and removed my body until my heels of large platform were right next to his two feet. My legs were spread out of two feet and my feet were put out of the boy’s feet behind me. It was all new to him as he was going to try to take me up behind my body.
For more than a minute, the boy tore my size that way, and nothing he seemed to align our bodies to the right. He finally pushed my head forward that pushed my ass into his body. It felt instantly like my wet pussy perfectly aligned with his very hard dick. He still took a few attempts to align his tail with my very tight opening. The second, he began to go up his head and just like opening a bottle of wine, his tail was pushed into my pussy and slowly my tight wet lips had to detach themselves to allow his massive tail steep in my body. I was so turned, so wet, and so drugged my body at first didn’t even feel the intrusion as inch after inch of rock hard cock forced that it’s the way in my pussy. It was after about two inches, maybe less, that the guy behind me had trouble getting more of his dick in me. He didn’t know I was a virgin. I think he thought we were fighting again against a bad angle or a bad alignment. After trying a few times to push further, he put a hand on my neck and pushed my head back to the ground. As before my ass came back and in a better position for what he was trying to do. I was folded for only eight seconds.
The boy behind me pulled his dick on an inch and pushed back into me very soft. Once again his dick was arrested by my body. During his next shot, he pushed my head further and this time he used his legs muscles and hands to pull me hard and he actually slammed his waist before meeting my body. A squeeze hit his face while his tail continued to slide into me and he could instantly say 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 barely felt it. As soon as I was buried on his dick, he raised me by his shoulders and raised me almost straight. Then he pulled his hands off 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 was happening. He started to shake me to music and for about four minutes he just enjoyed the short strokes of my tight pussy while we moved side by side to the music of my favorite band. Right away, his buddy was pulling my head and making me a big kiss on my lips. We continued to move back as music filled my body with a feeling that I still remember today.
My tight little pussy was now so hot and slippery of what we were doing there was no return. As music played, the dick inside me continued to grow a little longer and a little thicker than my hot wet pussy gave the boy behind me a feeling that he had never felt before. He had already fucked a few girls, but never a virgin and never before as many people as tonight. The boy worked kept a beautiful slow movement with my body moving me side by side in rhythm with music. It’s until his dick explodes. Even if he didn’t want to change the rhythm, his animal instincts forced him to fold me on some because he really fucked me hard for five seconds. In these five seconds his dick shook about five or six times of the force of the pressure while his balls began to empty and my tight slid cunt was flooded with cum thick enough to fill the bottom of a small cup. When the boy came back to his senses, he pulled me up and kept my body buried on his dick while his sperm continues to spread slowly into me. He reached his friend a bit and they both laughed at what a great concert had become for them.
He couldn’t have been more than three minutes after the two guys hit the hands that the hot dick in my body was slipped from me and my legs were instantly covered with boys’ sperm and my own dirt juice. I hope it was over, but the other boy quickly caught me and shot me in front of him. His hands went under my skirt and he pulled out of a nasty hand of all that sank my pussy. He hit his friend on his arm and told him he could have cleaned me when he ended up with me. I don’t know what was used, but the boy found something to wipe me with. Like another song started, he started the same routine that the first guy used on me. He played with my pussy fingering me and soaking me everywhere. Then in the middle of one of the bands of very fast songs that he raised my skirt and decompressed his pants. He was shorter then his friend and for some reason he had no problem picking me up and pushing his dick in my pussy. I was still full of sperm from the first boy and that second dick slipped me like a thru butter. I was still very tight on his dick, but this boy couldn’t find out what it was to break a virgin like his friend had just done.
The boy who fucked me looked at his friend all the time he took me. Just like the first time, my body was slowly moved side by side and controlled by hands on my hips. Once again my skirt was down, except in the back and as before the boy’s body was good enough to block what really happened. That boy was more a kiss than the first. He kept pulling my head on the side and kissing me as he lets my pussy rub gently and lower his cock about one or two inches on every move on the soft side. I don’t know what this time my body started to feel things, maybe it was the kiss added or something, but from the blue my mind told me something very special was going on and my pussy started to soak the guy behind me much more so it was the first guy. I was still floating on a cloud and the music seemed to be part of me while we fell. But now my body was responding to what was happening there and never in my young life I had feelings as high as I now because of drugs. What would have been pretty good now felt fantastic.
The boy behind me stabbed his friend and told him that I dipped his pants and he was gonna look like he peed when he finally left. They were both laughing while my head was starting to pass by and the feeling in me was going to show his dirty head. I was on the top of the world like the steep dick in a way made my clitoris get up straight to the attention and all my hot juices that were both smoking made us everything that was going much more enjoyable. I think I scared the two boys when a load groan came out of my mouth and a few seconds later my body tried to get more rubbing to my clitoris of the guys who move the body. I came so hard that I couldn’t stop dropping the little cries and of course it drew the attention of people standing in front of us. A hand quickly covered my mouth as I exploded and jerked on the cock of boys who were buried to silence me. Fortunately for them, I blew myself as fast as I was after ten seconds. All the inside of my skirt and all the front part of the boys’ pants were so wet that it was like a water balloon had both hit us in these areas.
I was still in detention for about five minutes because the boy behind me knew that there were people around us who were supposed to realize that we had fucked in the arena. When he thought everyone was watching the concert again, he slowly began to move around my wet hot pussy felt even better now after I had completely flooded with my own wet juice. For about four minutes, the boy pushed my body aside. When his dick began to stiffen and knew he was going cum, he did something completely different then his partner. He pulled my ass to a full stop and he waited for the pressure to get the best of him. He just took my hips and started to really bother me around but just before he made his balls loose and as we sat there in the arms, he felt the pressure of his cum pull into my body and not once he allowed me to move or even made a little inch. He wanted to feel and count every huge explosion of sperm because he joined his best friend is deep in my body. After 8 celestial sensations, her balls stopped vomiting and my pussy was almost as full of sperm that it would happen tonight. Again, the boy left me his dick for four or five minutes. The concert was just a little more than half when that boy pulled his dick between my legs and my thighs and tiny skirt got soaked from all the dirty white goo that sank from my body.
That boy was much better to clean me up. He used the same thing that the other boy did to clean me, but every four or five minutes he would reach between my legs and wiped more moisture from my body. The concert lasted about 35 or 40 minutes. When it was over, the boys didn’t know what to do with me. They ended up sitting next to the scene and mocking their heads while they disappeared in the crowds of the children heading towards the gates. There wasn’t until 35 minutes later, the cleaning team found me and put me at my feet. The guy was a little older and he took seconds to see that I was completely out of it. When he raised me, my skirt flew away and my body appeared very quickly. The guy laughed but looked at my face and my age and knew that someone at home wasn’t gonna be happy with me. He had one of his friends throwing him a pair of panties that they had swept and without even taking care if they were mine or not he slipped them on my body. If I could thank him, I’d tell him how much it helped me that night. He asked some others to clean up what he should do with me. After all these bad suggestions, he decided to take me out and see if someone was waiting for me. My mother and my girlfriend were already here for about an hour.
Fortunately, my girlfriend saw my mom’s car and she stayed out of sight. She saw the guy guide me out of the arena like mom. My mom ran away from her car and grabbed me from the guy’s arms. She was terrified and asked what happened to me. The guy told my mom that he was the cleaning team and they found me next to the scene. He said I had a little too much fun while I was there. My mother threw me in the car and tried to wake me up, but I didn’t move. She drove as crazy to the local hospital that was about 30 minutes by car. She noticed that I wasn’t even wearing the clothes I was going to the concert. She was scared and pissed at the same time. In the hospital, the doctors knew in less than 20 minutes that I was on a drug guy. They gave me a type IV and made my mother wait until I got it. Three or four hours later, I woke up with my mother next to me. I was in the emergency room and I was back from the top of the drug gave me. When my mother left to ask me a question after questioning me. I started crying and my mother was as furious as I had ever seen her. It took another hour to get out of the hospital.
All the way home and for hours after we got there, my mother and my father went down to my room every minute and really let me take it. They told me how disappointed they were in me and how they couldn’t trust me anymore. I couldn’t stop crying, but at that moment I didn’t know half the story of the night. I had to explain how I had the outfit I was wearing on my body. I told my parents that a friend brought me this to the concert. I wouldn’t tell them it was Kelly because I didn’t want them to be angry with her too. I think my mom found it by herself, but she didn’t tell me at that time to not see Kelly. Finally, around 4:00 in the morning, I told my parents I wanted to go to bed. I heard them in their room and they were always leaving what had happened tonight. I knew I wouldn’t live that long. I went to take a quick shower because I felt all sticky and dirty of my long night out. It wasn’t until I took off my skirt and looked at my panties. I lost my virginity that night, but it was weird that I didn’t feel anything different. That feeling would come tomorrow. At the moment, I still had the remains of the drug in my body and I didn’t feel any kind of pain at all.
I saw the multicolored panties and I knew I never had a pair like these. I started thinking how I got them and a full white came in my mind. Then I slowly came down and fell on the floor of the bathroom. The insides of my panties were rather wet and my thin hair of the black pussy were matt with something thick and nasty. I started panicking when I put my finger in the goo and rolled it in my fingers. I slowly guided the disorder to my sound and it had a very distinct smell. I didn’t know what the sperm smelled, but suddenly I knew it was that. I started looking closer and tears filled my eyes while I pushed my stomach muscles and more slowly slipped from my pussy lips. Just that second, I knew, I was fucked that night but where, how, and how I can remember that. I jumped into the shower and cleaned the best I could. I was crying so loud that I didn’t see what I was doing. I kept telling myself that I had to live the rest of my life without knowing what happened to me and took away my virginity. It bothered me more and more to be fucked. I don’t know who did this would stay with me forever.
Of course I didn’t sleep that night and the next day I called my girlfriend to cry, but I wouldn’t tell her why. She told me she saw my mother run and take me out of a guy who helped me. I tried to find out more about my girlfriend’s guy, but all she remembered was that he looked at about 30. It didn’t help me and really made me feel bad. I left my virginity to a 30-year-old guy who took advantage of me. I thought I’d tell my parents, but I knew exactly where it would lead. I’d be at the police station, and then the kids at school will know it and maybe I’ll finish in court, no thanks. Even if I wanted the person to pay, I didn’t want to ruin my life so it was already. I was still young and I was worried about what people would think of me if they heard it. That day, I found out that I was on a one-month restriction and I was told to never ask to leave as long as I lived at home. I knew I was a little under two years before I went to college. The days went slowly and I finally got a restriction after the 30-day lifting. What I didn’t get was my next time. At first, I thought it was because of all the excitement and things that had happened last month. I never missed a period, but I had to hope that was the reason. I really made myself believe. Then a month passed and I knew. At the time, you couldn’t go to the store for a quick test, you had to go to the hospital and let them run their tests. I wasn’t going to tell my mother yet. I did it another month, but now my belly was just one touch and I had five pounds heavier. I learned to hide it and I was really happy when the school did it for the summer.
I stayed hidden in my room for the first summer month. My stomach was growing and I became a hermit that only came out when I really had to. I had to be pregnant about four and a half months when my mother found out. Talk about the Third World War. She didn’t even have to ask me when she peed and saw me change the clothes. My stomach was pushed on my pants. It was the longest day of my life. My dad came home, we went to the hospital and my parents called the cops. I took every ounce of my will to talk to my mother to call the police. I knew if I told her I didn’t know the father she’d bring them back. I wanted to keep it as quiet as possible. I told her I had a one-night affair with a boy, but I wouldn’t give her her her 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 was going to school with me and was about six months younger then me. She was afraid someone else took advantage of me. It was a week of bad dreams when I stayed in the house with my parents and they just refused to talk to me more. I mean, my mom framed her so I could stay with her sister in another state. I can’t wait to leave.