The head groupie – I found out her name was Judy, and the other one was Janet – called to one of the uniformed guards standing near the stage entrance. He recognized her and let us by the ropes, and we stood waiting at the door.
In a few minutes, as the teenagers yelled, the four members of the group came out the door. Judy hugged Randy and got into the back of the limousine with him. Then we all piled in, and it was some squeeze. Even before the driver got us out of the alley, Randy had his tight leather pants to his knees and Judy was sliding her lips up and down his incredibly huge penis.
We traveled to a nearby hotel room and all I can remember is having sex, sex, sex. Randy's cock was the biggest I had ever seen in my life and I was dying to suck it. As soon as he got his pants off, I sank my mouth down on it. I tried to get it all in my mouth but that would have been humanly impossible. In fact, when I took it in as far as I could, there was still room for Janet to lick the part of the shaft that wasn't hidden by my lips.
Randy and the other three guys loved being sucked, and we all took turns sucking them, licking them, masturbating them. The drummer, Tom, liked one girl to suck on his ass while another went down on his penis. Janet particularly liked putting her tongue up guys' assholes, and she had a perfect tongue for it – it was very pointed at the tip. Randy bent over and we all watched as Janet knelt behind him and spread his ass cheeks with her tongue. Then, with the help of her hands holding his buttocks apart, she inserted the tip of it into his asshole.
The guys did things to us also. Each one of them sucked each of us, driving our bodies wild. Randy was especially good at nibbling on my clitoris. I was going crazy on the floor with his head plastered between my legs. Above me the drummer was beating off, and he came just as I did and his cum dripped into my open mouth. I felt the warm gush between my legs and Randy's lips and tongue lapping it all up.
One of the guys asked Judy if she cared to do the "special" and she said sure she would. Sue and I wondered what they were going to do, so we followed them into the bedroom and watched as Judy got into the dry bathtub and spread her legs wide open. She held her pussy lips apart as the guy positioned himself next to the tub.
Then we all watched in fascination as he let a hot stream of urine fall from the tip of his cock directly onto her cunt. She squealed as the liquid hit her, and the guy's penis grew larger as he was peeing, starting to become erect, and he had to hold it down. I was utterly captivated, since I had never before seen a man urinate. Not even Billy or Greg. I had seen hundreds of orgasms, but never once had I witnessed a penis urinating. This was the first time.
The stream stopped and Judy giggled as the guy shook his penis and drops of urine fell to her body. Then she turned on the water in the tub and he got in with her as the bathtub filled. She began sucking him as the water reached his cock. We left them alone.
Back in the living room, Sue, Janet and I knelt on the floor as Randy and the two others stood in front of us. We played with their cocks with our tongues, our noses, our hair. Finally, when they were hard, we took them into our lips and let them fill our throats. We then had a race to see who could come first. We worked hard and fast, driving our lips back and forth as best we knew how. The boys were panting.
Randy came first, in Sue's mouth. The drummer was second, and I received his load. The other couldn't come again and Janet seemed disappointed. He made up for it by sucking her pussy for a long time.
And the night continued like that until exhaustion set in. I sent down to room service for a snack and then we all fell asleep. I curled up beside Randy and the drummer and held their cocks in my hands as I drifted off. It had been a good night.
The next morning I was back on the street, searching for another man, another cock to suck in trade for a little money.
I met a guy near Macy's department store, and we went down to the men's room in a nearby bar. The place was almost deserted and the man smiled at the bartender, who seemed to know what was going on.
I sat on the toilet and watched the man unzip his pants. His cock fell out in front of me and I opened my lips and let it slide in. I ran my tongue up and down it, flicking the underside of the head until I heard him moan in pleasure. I looked up. His eyes were closed and he was holding onto the toilet stall with both hands. I realized then, for the first time, how handsome he was and how rich-looking. I decided to do as good a job as I could.
I stopped sucking and pulled his belt open and tugged his pants down to his knees. Then I did the same to his undershorts and he took the tail of his shirt and held it up against his stomach. His naked loins were ready for whatever I wanted to do, and I did everything I knew how to do.
I licked the shaft of his cock a few times, kissing the end every time I brought my tongue up it. Then I moved my lips down to his testicles and licked them, applying as much saliva as I could. When I brought my lips back to his penis, I took his balls in my hand and slipped them around in my fingertips.
Then I began my hard back-and-forth movements that nearly drove him wild. I pulled on his balls, as if I was milking them, each time his cock slid deep into my mouth. He spread his legs and began moving his hips in rhythm with my strokes. His undershorts were stretched so far between his knees that they started ripping. His pants were in a ball around his feet.
I knew he was near his climax when he gasped and began driving his cock in and out of me, fucking my face. After about four strokes, he pulled back and I clamped my mouth around the tip of his penis, holding tight between my lips, gnawing on the flesh there. The first shot of hot cum poured along my tongue and dribbled down my throat. Then I let him slide his penis back into my mouth, and I held tight and sucked and swallowed until all of his sperm was inside me. I wouldn't let his cock free until it began to grow soft within me. I let it fall from my lips with a gentle plopping sound and kissed it before the man pulled his pants up.
"That's the best I've ever had," he said to me as he buckled his belt.
"Thanks," I said, hoping he liked it enough to give me ten bucks.
"What the hell you doing picking up guys on the street? You should be at Sonja's."
"Sonja's?"
"Sonja's," he said clearly.
And that's where we went.
He took me to Sonja's brownstone on the East Side. Miss Sonja was one of New York's finest madams, with a small (only ten girls) but extremely exclusive business. She was a huge woman – she weighed about three hundred pounds – and had almost a foot of hair piled on top of her head.
Her girls were the cream of the crop and before she took on anyone new, the applicant was tested. It was my luck that her best mouth girl had fallen in love with one of her tricks and had run off with him just a few days before. Ted, the guy who introduced me to Sonja – or Miss Sonja, as she was called by everyone who worked for her – was a close personal friend of hers.
"Sonja, I give Maggie here my highest recommendation. She's incredible," he said, remembering the great blow job I had given him. Miss Sonja reached out her hand – her fingers were covered with huge rings – and touched my arm. She smiled and looked at me in a motherly fashion.
"I trust your word, Theodore," she said, looking back to Ted, "but Maggie will have to be tested."
Tested? I had to be tested? I didn't know what to think at first, but I soon found out I had nothing to fear. Sonja liked me from the start. I think she also felt sorry for me. She said I was a beautiful girl and it was a shame that I was out in the street in the cool autumn air having to perform for next to nothing. She told me she would let me stay in a spare room in the house until I felt well enough to go through my test.