All three members of the popular heavy metal band stripped off their tight, leather pants and ripped T-shirts as the awe-struck, teenage groupie girl looked from one of them to the other.
“Oh, dear!” Lacey said out loud. “I wonder where this narrative is going!”
The lead singer pulled the super-cute teen into his muscular, tattooed arms and kissed her roughly. The long-haired-and pierced drummer dude fondled her butt from behind, while the Tommy Lee look-alike bass guitarist stood in between, rubbing her small, perky breasts.

The lead singer gently released the startled girl from his arms.“Take off all your clothes, baby. Let’s really get this fuckin’party started!”

Lacey struggled to keep up, and although her typing was very fast and accurate, she still had to rewind the tape several times to get every word of the sentences down just right. The college freshman had worked hard to land this summer job as a manuscript transcriber for a large local publishing company, and she didn’t want to blow it.

“Take off all your clothes, baby. Let’s really get this fuckin’ party started!” repeated through her headphones for the third time. The rockers all pulled out their huge cocks, stroking them as they watched the 18-year-old girl get naked. Groupie girls are known for being very cooperative, and this young beauty was no exception. She had been following the band since they were underground, so this was her dream-come-true.

“So, what do you want me to do?” the groupie girl asked, licking her pink-glossed lips nervously.

Lacey shook her head, jangling the wires to her headphones. She had been working out of her apartment transcribing for almost a month now. When she was hired, she had filled out a form which gave a long list of book topics. She was instructed to put a check mark next to each topic she felt comfortable transcribing. She couldn’t very well check “biology” or “physics” or “engineering,” because she knew she wouldn’t understand the technical language. After all, she was a fine arts major in college. But she didn’t see any problem with receiving and understanding“adult material.”

Apparently, few other transcribers wanted this kind of work, because the publishing company rarely assigned her anything to transcribe except XXXrated audio tapes. From her first day on the job, when the company delivered the transcription machine with the foot-pedal and the headphones to her small studio apartment, they had assigned her tapes from an author known as Mr. G, who composed manuscripts solely through dictation. She had received adult material tapes from a few other others, too, but Mr. G. was her primary author.

“We want you to prove that you’re a true fan of the band,” the lead singer said to the groupie girl.

“‘Like, I’ve been your No. 1 fan since before your first CD!” the girl insisted.

The drummer smiled. “If that’s true, then how about proving it? Come over here and suck my cock while Donnie (the lead singer) fucks you from behind.”

“And what about me?” the lead guitarist asked.

“Oh, don’t worry,” the groupie girl said, enthusiastically. “Like, I’ll jerk you off with my hand while I’m sucking and getting screwed, okay?” After a brief pause, the machine automatically played back the last sentence before going on to the next.“Oh, don’t worry,” the groupie girl said, enthusiastically. “Like, I’ll get you off with my hand while I’m sucking and getting screwed, okay?”

The drummer pulled the groupie girl’s head down onto his cock and slammed his big, hard fuck-rod down her throat. The lead singer rubbed her small, firm butt cheeks before running his hardness up and down her juicy, pink slit. When his tool was dripping with her pussy juice, he shoved it into her hard.

Standing at her side, the guitarist put her hand on his throbbing shaft and urged,“Stroke me hard, baby. I can’t fuck any of your holes right now, so I want you to make me cum with your soft, little hand.”

Lacey took off her headphones and walked into her tiny kitchenette to refill her glass of lemonade. Once she was settled back at her desk, she put her headphones back on and pressed the floor pedal again.

“Stroke me hard, baby. I can’t fuck any of your holes right now, so I want you make me cum with your soft, little hand.” The groupie girl couldn’t answer with the drummer’s huge cock shoved down her throat and the lead singer pumping into her pussy from the rear. When the lead singer reached around and grabbed both of her small tits, the groupie girl ground her ass back into his crotch and pumped faster on the guitarist’s dick to the same rhythm.

Lacey then stopped to catch up with the typing.

…and pumped faster on the guitarist’s dick to the same rhythm. The guitarist was making more moaning noises than either of his fellow rockers.

“Hey,” he said, groaning out to his band buddies, “let’s all cum on her at the same time. I’ll shoot on her back, and you spray her ass and you splooge all over her face.” The other rockers grunted in agreement and worked harder on the teen girl’s body. The lead singer was the first to cum, pulling his cock out of her tight pussy and pumping out his hot, sticky load onto her ass. The drummer was next as he slid out of the groupie girl’s mouth and beat his dick against her closed eyes and pink cheeks until his cum shot all over her pretty face. For a virgin like Lacey, this was a very distressing lesson in sexual education. Are most guys really like this? Lacey wondered. They’re just using this girl for their own sexual gratification!

Lacey realized that she was on the last cassette tape, so she returned to her work, hoping to be able to finish the entire assignment before noon.

…until his cum shot all over her pretty face. The base guitarist started yelling at the girl, “Bring me off, bitch! Stroke me harder!” And then he pushed her hand away and pulled her head toward his dick, pushing it into her mouth, despite all the cum that was dripping off her face where the drummer had dumped his load.

The guitarist pounded into the back of her mouth until the groupie girl began to gag. This seemed to make him even more excited, and with a few more strong pumping motions, he pulled out and drenched her face with even more cum. His two band mates, their cocks sticky and limp now, watched in amazement as the lead guitarist yelled out, “Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!” with each blast of man-jizz he blasted in the groupie girl’s face.

It was hard for Lacey to imagine herself in the same situation this young girl was in. She always pictured champagne and chocolates and rose petals scattered on top of the bed for her first time. She was determined not to give herself away to the first guy who wanted her, and she certainly didn’t want a whole group of guys deflowering her at the same time.

Lacey knew she was nearing the end of the book, so she pressed the foot pedal once again.

…with each blast of man-jizz he blasted in the groupie girl’s face. Then all went quiet. The young girl was still bent over, her eyes closed, her emotions mixed. The lead singer went into the bathroom to grab a towel. “Here,” he said, tossing it to her,“clean yourself up. You look like a fuckin’ two-dollar ho with all that cum smeared all over you.”

The other guys in the band laughed loud-ly. Then the drummer passed the other two guys a beer while the groupie girl walked meekly into the bathroom. The band members lounged around guzzling beer, and when the girl came out of the bathroom, the lead singer told her to get dressed–and get lost. “We got a VH1 interview in a few, so hit the road, bitch.”

By the time she went out the door, dazed and confused, the band guys had undoubtedly already forgotten her. She passed a crowd of young girls in the lobby who were begging the front desk clerk to tell them the band’s room number. As she passed them, she couldn’t resist.

“They’re in room 2021!” she yelled, “and I’m sure they’d love some company!” The girls squealed in appreciation and ran screaming through the lobby to the elevators, fighting to get on.

The groupie girl smiled to herself and walked out of the hotel, not looking back. The End.

One thing Lacey could say for Mr. G: He always let her know when it was a new chapter, or the end of the book. He was actually quite professional in his work, but he certainly didn’t seem very sensitive to young girls’ emotional needs.

Lacey shut down the transcription equipment, put on her favorite denim miniskirt and baby-blue T-shirt and threw the cassettes and her computer disk into her backpack. She hopped a bus to the downtown office and turned in the materials at the front desk. Miriam, the main receptionist, was always very friendly to her.

“Wow, Lacey, that was quick! Must have been a real short book this time.”

“No, it was the normal length, but I guess I’m getting so used to Mr. G’s work that I could practically write it myself,” she said, smiling. “This one only took me only two days. See, his writing style is pretty basic, and besides, he talks nice and slow and his voice is real clear, so it’s pretty easy to transcribe.”

Suddenly, one of the men sitting in the outer lobby cleared his throat loudly.“Thanks for the compliments,” he said. “I think.”

Lacey turned toward the voice. The man stood up and walked toward her–a tall, distinguished-looking, middle- aged man wearing dark, hornrimmed glasses and sporting a lightly graying goatee.

“Hello, I’m Mr. G,” he said. That’s the name you know me by, anyway. My real name is Anthony Grisham. Yes, I’m the one who writes those smutty, little books you’ve been transcribing.”

Lacey blushed deeply and automatically responded to his extended hand and shook it. She had a difficult time matching this professorial-looking gentleman to the cum-stained imagination behind the material she’d been transcribing.“Um, gee, I don’t know what to say,” Lacey said. “I didn’t picture you this way at all.”

“And even worse,” Mr. G said, “I didn’t picture you at all. I never imagined that such a lovely, young lady would be transcribing my work.”

“Gee…thanks. Well, I’m a freshman in college,” Lacey said. “This is just a summer job. I’ve only been doing it for a couple of weeks so far.”

Mr. G nodded his head and smiled.“Listen, I have an appointment with the publisher, but it shouldn’t take too long. Please allow me the honor of taking you to lunch. I’ve neglected you terribly, and you’re obviously a major part of my book-writing process. I’d like to make it up to you.”

Lacey looked over at the kindly middle- aged receptionist.

“Mr. G is a good guy, Lacey,” Miriam said, “so no need to hesitate. Just because he writes the raunchiest pornography–and the most successful, I might add–doesn’t mean he’s a dirty old man. And, after all, you do type up his smut and get paid for it!”

They all three laughed and Lacey agreed to wait for Mr. G and accompany him to lunch. By the time Lacey had signed all the paperwork for her next transcription assignment, Mr. G was out of his meeting.

“Shall we dine?” he said to Lacey, offering her his arm like a proper English gentleman.

Lacey slipped her little hand into the crook of his elbow and nodded.“Sure…I’m starving!”

Mr. G drove her to a quaint French bistro, and they were shown to a secluded table for two. After taking the liberty of ordering both of their entrees, Mr. G explained to Lacey that he really thought of himself as a serious novelist.

“However, to make a consistent living, I write these adult books,” Mr. G explained. “Actually, it’s more like story-telling than writing, because, as you know, I simply dictate the books into a tape recorder and edit the transcript once it comes back from the transcriber. Who, it turns out, is a most lovely, young lady.”

Lacey blushed, sensing that this much-older man was attracted to her, and much to her surprise, she was attracted to him as well. But cautious girl that she was, she was determined to take her time getting to know him.

Over the next several weeks, over numerous lengthy phone conversations, Lacey learned that the author Mr. G was a confirmed bachelor, that he used to teach English literature at the college level and that he seemed to be the complete opposite of his crass porn characters. Actually, he seemed very romantic and kind.

Three weeks after first meeting him, Lacey finally accepted Mr. G’s invitation to dine at his home. She was unsure what to wear, but finally chose a thin, cotton sundress and strappy, low-heeled sandals. When she arrived at Mr. G’s upscale condo, Lacey noticed the dining table was set with crystal glasses, fine china, gleaming gold flatware and candles…but dinner was not yet to be served.

The moment Lacey entered the room, Mr. G swept the teen girl into his arms. He knew that she was a virgin– she had admitted this to him during one of their many phone conversations– and if she was to accept his advances, he wanted it to be as fulfilling for her as possible.

Mr. G gently kissed her soft lips and tentatively explored her mouth with his tongue. When she responded with her tongue, he turned up the passion.

One by one, he opened the back buttons of her sundress and let it fall to the floor. Lacey stood confident and aroused in her white, cotton bra and matching panties.

Mr. G took her hand, his cock already hard and pulsating, and led her into the bedroom, which was illuminated solely by a large, bedside candle. As soon as he closed the door, Lacey boldly threw herself against him, rubbing her torso against his. He stroked her back gently and then unhooked her bra and released her young breasts, watching them jiggle as he tossed her bra to the floor.

He reached down between Lacey’s legs and found her wet already. The moment his hand made contact with her clit through the damp crotch of her panties she shivered from head to toe, going almost limp in his grasp.

“How do you want it, Lacey?” he asked in a gentle, reassuring voice.“What is your dream? What is your fantasy? I want your first time to be just as you had hoped it would be.”

“Can I tell you the truth?” she asked him, meekly.

“Only the truth will do,” Mr. G answered, continuing to rub her bloodengorged clit through the crotch panel of her panties.

“I want to be used like that groupie girl was used by those guys in the band–you know, from the last book of yours I transcribed. I want to suck your cock in my mouth, and then I want you to enter my pussy from behind and then I want you to cum all over my face. ”

It was all Mr. G could do to keep from exploding right inside his boxer shorts. A sweet, young virgin with slutty fantasies– ones that he had created in his book. It was too much to hope for! He led Lacey over to the bed and laid her face-down on top of it. He then pulled down her cotton panties and trailed his fingers along her ass-crack. When he tapped at her butthole with his middle finger, she moaned loudly and pushed her butt toward him to accept it.

He then tickled all along her crack down to her pussy hole, where he stopped to explore further. Lacey’s tight, pink slit was dripping with desire, and as Mr. G vibrated his index fingertip against the entrance to her love canal, her body shuddered from the welcome double stimulation.

Mr. G then pressed his thumb against the shaft of Lacey’s clit and she began to hump in a steady rhythm that imitated his hand as he fucked her two holes and tortured her clit with pleasure. With his other hand, he pinched her nipple and dragged it in small circles.

The combination of conflicting sensations made Lacey feel both helpless and ecstatic at the same time. The nerves in her butthole were stimulated–something she had never felt before–and the thrill went directly to her pussy, where she felt surges of passion each time his thumb pressed her clit.

Lacey was overwhelmed by the overload of feelings, and within seconds she came with an outpouring of pussy nectar and moans. Mr. G held her to his chest while she caught her breath, and then he leaned into her ear to tell her to lay on her stomach with her chin at the edge. He got off the bed and turned so that his hard cock was pointing at her mouth.

“Time for your fantasy to become reality,” Mr. G said, smiling. “Open up.” He scooped Lacey’s chin into his hand and steadied her head. His mushroom cock-head touched her lips and he guided it around her mouth until she parted them. He entered slowly and she worked her tongue like an expert. With just a few strokes deep into her mouth, he could hold back no longer and pulled out and sprayed his hot spunk all over her pretty face.

When he lay down to cuddle her, Lacey whispered, “That was great, Mr. G, but I’m still technically a virgin.”

“Yes, and after we finish dinner,” he answered, “I am planning on having cherries jubilee for dessert!”