The Pussy Lips On Tour Ch. 01

For a long time now I've been a member of a local band. We started out as an all-female punk and ska group called something that would translate as "pussy lips" into english and play mostly local pubs, clubs and alternative bars where "our" kind of people are hanging out. About a year ago my boyfriend Triss joined the group, mainly because he's damn good at music, but also because I like playing with him, and since then we changed our name to an expression that would loosely translate as "creampie", with the same play of words. (You know, because we used to be all female, and now there's a guy in there, which means the pussy lips... you know what, nevermind.)

Triss and I both play the guitar, but because he's a better singer than me and I'm a somewhat better guitarist, I take over most of the guitar parts while he sings. Besides us, there's four other girls: Barbara, Taziana, Nadia and Stefania. Barbara is on base guitar. She's a tall woman in her late 30s, about 2 inches taller than me still, with a heavy, thick frame, broad shoulders and a man's posture. To underline her butch looks she keeps getting more and more tattoos, so most of her visible skin is by now covered in them, except for her face and most of her neck. She's got short hair which she usually bleaches snow white, and combined with her many piercings and pale blue eyes she's someone you won't soon forget. Despite that we call her Bibi for short, which makes her look cute in a weird way.

Taziana is almost the exact opposite. She's a late-20s petite, somewhat short, typical mediterranean type with tan skin, long black hair and dark brown eyes. She's playing the drums, and in a way you wouldn't believe possible if you saw her. It's just that when it comes to music she's going frantic and loves to bang on things, loudly. Other than that, she's a really sweet girl. She has some tasteful piercings around her eye area and mouth, with small nicely shaped lips and is always in a bright mood.

Her girlfriend is Nadia, who plays accordion and trumpet. Nadia is a few years younger than me, in her early 30s, from an eastern European state and doesn't look mediterranean at all. She's got the lightest, natural blonde hair I've ever seen, bright blue eyes and very pale skin which won't tan, ever, even in the long days of summer. I can relate to that, and we usually are the first ones to catch a sunburn once it gets warmer. Her body is one to die for: She's tall, but not too tall, a little shorter than me, with a straight-out flat stomach and nice waistline, cute tight butt and above all some unnaturally large and firm breasts which she likes to display prominently with tight tops as much as she can. I get jealous every time I look at her because for all I know she never had any plastic surgery or does a lot of workout to keep in shape. Some people are just born lucky.

Stefania finally is our violinist and occasional cellist. She's kind of an unusual match for our punkish crowd. She's smaller than the rest, and a little heavy set. She's a natural brunette, but the last time someone saw her real hair colour must've been in her teens, because ever since I've known her, she's been dying her hair the deepest, darkest, shiniest of blacks. She loves stark make-up and dramatic looks, as well as anything gothic and vintage, wearing flowing gowns and dresses most of the times. She's the youngest of our group, in her mid-20s, and even though she seems like an odd match she's a genius when it comes to music, can play the violin like she's possessed and really loves what we're doing.

The girls are probably the closest to a family I have, and at one point in time each of us had had sex with each other in one way or another, so there's a really strong, loving and familiar bond between all of us. We don't take music all too seriously, the band is mainly an excuse for us to hang out together and do crazy things, and sometimes get paid for it. We play all kinds of songs, but mainly classics where we changed the text slightly into a version that each of us feels is the song should have been to begin with. (Like, for example, did you notice how the 70s Eurovision Winner "Save your kisses for me" can be sung really well as "Celia pisses on me"? Anyway, that's the kind of thing we do.)

So, this particular story (or part of it, it's already getting so long that I might have to break it down into several episodes) is when Taz and Nadia got married, and since gay weddings were (and are) not possible in our country, they had the wild idea to go to the US for that. On top of it they wanted us all of course to be bridesmaids, so all five of us girls embarked on a wild adventure overseas. Their plan was to fly to San Francisco, which had at the time just legalized gay marriage, have a bachelorette party, get wed, have a good time, and come back home as a happy family.

The craziness already started at the airport. We had each taken 2 weeks off work for our trip and were all excited, so the girls had already broke open the first bottle of champagne while I was driving to the airport. I was the designated driver because I rarely drink and had a good-sized car that all of us could fit ourselves and our luggage into. When we made it through check-in and into security, Taz, who was first in line, already got into trouble. A female security officer had searched her handbag and took her aside, pulling out a shiny metal vibrator. From what I could hear, she explained that it wasn't allowed on the plane. Taz reacted embarrassed, but upset. "Come on," I heard her say. "You're a woman too, you know how it is..." I could see the security lady shrugging and putting it aside, when I noticed some commotion behind me.

I turned around and saw Bibi rummaging through a large backpack she brought with her. "What the hell are you doing?" I whispered. "They're not getting mine," she mumbled, pulling out a large, thick pink plastic dildo. "You bet your sweet little ass they're not getting mine. Cover me." She motioned me to move more in front of her so the security personnel wouldn't be able to see her. I guess Nadia and I, who were both ahead of her provided enough coverage. Behind me, I could hear Bibi unzip her pants and when I peeked over my shoulder, I saw her inserting the dildo hastily into her shaved and tattooed pussy. Behind her, Stef tried to conceal her as best as she could, at the same time looking at me uncomfortably and nervous. Some of the other passengers around started staring.

Barbara was quick and had pulled her pants back up even before Taz was finished with her inspection and it was Nadia's turn. Her pink vibrator met the same fate as Taziana's. "You don't have one to hide?" Bibi asked me from behind. "I put them in my suitcase," I whispered back. "I looked this up beforehand and read that they would confiscate them. Liquids too." She sighed. "Smart, little miss know-it-all," she said. I shrugged. "I thought everybody knew that," I said. "Fuck, I didn't want some sleazebag to go through my suitcase and slobber touch all my stuff," she said, sighing again.

I looked past her to Stefania. "Do you have the same problem?" I asked. She shook her head. "No, I've already put it... already took care of that." I eyed her suspiciously. "You're not plugged, are you?" I asked, knowing her preference for anal and kink. She blushed, and only said: "So what?" I breathed in deeply. "God girls," I hissed. "If they find this, it's going to be ten times as embarrassing." Then it was my turn. I just barely heard Stefanie whisper to Barbara "liquids, too?" before I stepped up to the inspection.

I got through without a hassle, but could see out of the corner of my eye how Stef reached underneath her skirt. When I was done, I watched how they went through Barbara's bags while the metal detector went off as she stepped through. The security lady began to pat her down and use a manual detector, which went off on all the places she had piercings, her face, her breasts, surprisingly not on her crotch. Maybe she just got lucky. Then, they took something out of her bag and talked to her as well, while she got increasingly agitated, until she grabbed all her stuff and left in a huff. "Fucking cunts," she cursed as she came to us. "They took the lube." I laughed. "You came prepared, didn't you?" I asked.

Stefania smiled at them with her sweetest smile and looked at us nervously and uneasy as she underwent the same procedures, but went through undetected. We finally were ready to board the plane. As we walked down the gangway, I noticed Bibi and Stef walk slightly tense, and couldn't help but grin amused, thinking how aroused they must be getting.

When we finally took our seats, the plane was packed. We had an entire middle row for ourselves, five seats wide. I took one of the aisle seats with Stefania next to me, Barbara in the middle, then Nadia and finally Taziana on the other aisle, claiming she's going to be the one who needs access to the bathroom the most anyway. Just as we got seated, Barbara began opening her pants. "Gotta get this out," she whispered. "Are you crazy?" I asked, looking around. With all the people still standing in the lanes and flight attendants rushing back and forth, she'd be found out in no time. "Can't you wait until everything settles down?" She groaned, but leaned back, closing her pants again, only rubbing them occasionally.

We took off, and got handed some drinks, and then everyone around us seemed to relax and watch a movie. Quietly, I could see Barbara open her pants once more, and sliding them down, covering her crotch with her jacket as she reached between her legs. At first I thought she just wanted to get the dildo out again, but after a while I noticed she was just fucking herself with it. Stefania noticed it too, and began moving uneasily in her seat. "God, this is starting out just great," she sighed. I shrugged. "I think it's just fitting for us to have some sex above the clouds," I whispered jokingly. She looked at me and smiled slightly. "I might need some help with that," she said close to my ear.

I stared at her as she pulled up her skirt once more, then looked down. She wore beautiful, lacy black panties that were bulging towards the bottom. As she slid them down I found out the cause of it, as the top of a lube bottle was sticking out of her pussy. I looked around, then leaned over to her, trying to shield her a little better from prying eyes while my hand wandered down between her legs.

She had the nicest, prettiest pubic hair I've ever seen on a girl. She kept it not too short, but neatly trimmed and perfectly kept so it formed a nice triangular pattern above her red swollen pussy. I grabbed the bottle, which was already slippery from her wet twat and tried to get a hold of it, then slowly pulled it out. She moaned, sliding a little further down her seat. When I finally had relieved her of the weight in her snatch, I placed the lube in my bag and began rubbing her, slowly sliding two fingers inside.

I noticed some tight passage in her pussy, and felt around, feeling the thick rubber sucker of the buttplug in her ass. She was a fucking wicked whore, that one. I kissed her, pushing my fingers further up, filling her sopping cunt with all four of them as I pushed her down in her seat, fucking her fast. She bit on her pillow, trying not to scream as I pushed hard up inside her, way past my knuckles.

I noticed Taz and Nadia getting up and walking towards the bathroom, obviously aroused from watching us, and then heard Barbara groan loud as she was about to cum. Stef still bucked and squirmed beneath me, my fingers firmly up inside her horny little hole. Then she came as well, sinking exhausted into her seat as my hand slipped out of her, soaked in cunt slime. I licked it up as she smiled happily, closing her eyes.

Barbara seemed content as well as she leaned back into her seat, moaning softly, so I turned back and resumed my position as well. Suddenly, I noticed someone staring at me out of the corner of my eyes. A young woman from the window aisle next to me watched me interested as she sipped her drink, smiling as I looked at her. "I couldn't help but notice you're the only one of your friends not getting satisfaction," she whispered as she leaned towards me. I looked around. "Were we that obvious?" She giggled and shook her head. "I don't think anyone noticed," she said.

I sighed. "I'll get my fair share soon enough," I told her. She nodded. "I bet," she said. "Want to come?" Without waiting for an answer, she got up and slowly paced down the aisle towards the bathrooms. I hesitated, then quickly got up and followed her. We met again at the bathroom door, just as my two friends came out of it, both with red faces and exhausted looks. They smiled at us enigmatically, but didn't say anything and we slipped in quickly.

The bathroom was tight. It would've been tight for one person, but it was almost impossible for two. Being squeezed against her anyway, I took the opportunity and kissed her passionately, feeling more aroused than I thought. In the light, I could see she was maybe a little older than I had assumed, probably around 35. She had a pretty face, delicate features, a beautiful slender nose and light brown eyes, that matched the colour of her hair, which was chin length, layered and highlighted with blonde streaks.

She was about my size, but much thinner, wearing nice beige pants, a matching shirt and a darker bolero, all very tastefully. "So how do you like it?" she asked as I broke our kiss. I smiled at her. "I like it as hard and dirty as you can take," I said, backing up against the toilet, lifting myself a little up on the small counter. She looked into my eyes and then opened the bolero and pulled up her shirt, showing her small, firm breasts as she slowly sank down on the ground. "I'm not important," she said. "I want you to use me as you want, and don't worry about if I'm okay with it. My wishes don't matter." She looked up at me sternly and confidently, the look of a woman who is prepared to get the worst treatment.

I squeezed out of my pants, breathing hard as it was tight to move in the small compartment, then lifted my leg up, spreading my crotch towards her. She smiled at the sight of my auburn pubic hair and wet labia. "Mmmh, I thought you were a real redhead," she said. "I always dreamed of being with one." She leaned in, her face just inches away from my pussy. I could feel her faint breath on my pubes and watched her breathe in my scent as she looked up at me again. "What should I do?"

I moaned, then suddenly got naughty and wild. "I want you to fuck me," I said. "I want you to fuck me hard, harder than you could stand yourself. I want it in my ass, with your whole hand." She nodded obediently, pulling up her sleeve. "Do you want me to wet it first?" She asked. I bit my lips. "Yes," I replied. "I'll wet you good with my pussy juice, you like that?" She smiled again and held her hand at the entrance of my pussy, gently stroking my clit. "Only if I get to taste it too," she said.

"Are you sure?" I asked again, but she just put a finger on her lips. "I'm not important, remember?" she said, then opened her mouth wide in front of my pussy. I realized she knew exactly what would happen, and no longer held back. A warm stream of pee shot down at her and filled her mouth quickly. She pulled back and gargled it, holding her hand into the stream a she leaned back, showing me her mouth full of my piss. Making sure that I watched she slowly swallowed it down, all the while turning her hand and arm in the trickle from my cunt.

When she made sure it was thoroughly soaked and wet, she put her mouth back on my hairy muff and sucked the rest of my piss down, slurping and slavering as it ran down her neck. I felt her fingers further towards my back, sliding between my buttocks, aiming for my anus. Without a warning, she pushed them in firmly, splitting me up from below, her hand stretching me further and further as more and more of it was forced inside my asshole.

She did not hold back but fucked me exactly as I had told her, hard and deep, her arm shoved up into my bowels almost all the way to her elbow. I came quickly and heavily, thrashing against the cabinet as my whole body shivered. She pulled her hand out swiftly as I sank down on the toilet seat, my legs giving in underneath me. I smiled. "Mmmmh, that was just what I needed," I said. She smiled back at me. "I'm so glad I could give you that," she said. "You made a dream come true."

"Is there a way I could repay your kindness?" I asked, still catching my breath. She looked down, then got up, smiling shyly. "Just... yes. Would you... touch me?" she asked, opening her pants. I smiled and helped her pull them down, revealing a neatly shaved, appetizing snatch, only covered by the thinnest thong I've ever seen. She looked at me. "Do you like it?" she asked, insecurely. I ran my fingers down the thin fabric, then pushed it aside, gently rubbing her pussy flesh. "You're very beautiful," I said, playing with her slippery clit.

"Thank you," she said blushing. "I... I'm not as... feminine... as you are." I didn't know what she meant by that, but didn't really care either, and instead leaned in and began nibbling gently on her small hot cherry. She moaned. I extended my tongue, carefully slipping it between her labia. She tasted flowery, almost sweet, but with a tart, harsh undertone, that had the distinct flavour of sperm. I ignored it and sucked on it hard, taking her labia and clit in my mouth and clenching it between my teeth while my tongue flicked across it.

She moaned louder. "Ohhhh goddd," she said, backing against the door. "You're soooo good." I paused for a second, smiling at her ecstasy. She smiled back at me, looking down. "Can you... watch me, please?" I raised an eyebrow, puzzled. She blushed. "While I pee," she said quietly. I grinned and pulled her closer, spreading my legs so she could aim between them. She stared at me, poised directly above my crotch. "Are you sure?" she asked. I laughed and put my finger on my lips. "I'm not really important, remember?" I said and she smiled thankfully.

Her piss came in spurts, splattering all over my bush and pelvis. I felt it already dripping from my pussy as she finally became bolder and released a stream, aiming steadily between my legs. To her surprise I leaned in and began catching it with my mouth, drinking it down just as she had done earlier. I made sure she would remember that I was just as much of a piss whore as I made her to be for me. It was warm, and slightly bitter, but not unpleasant, leaving a tart aftertaste in my mouth as I swallowed it. Watching me drink from her piss fountain made her so aroused she began to rub her clit like crazy, until she finally came hard and shaking, clenching her pussy as it was still dripping.

When I later returned to my seat, my friends were grinning at me, sipping their drinks. "They've handed out some more alcohol," Bibi said as I sat down. "Didn't know if you wanted any, so I got you a coke instead." I grinned back. "Thanks," I said. "You know how I am. Pee, sperm and pussy juice is still the best cocktail for me."