"Rock is Sex," has frequently been used to define what much of the current gut grinding rock and roll is all about. Why is there such a fascination in the hip gyrations and sadistic behavior performed by rock musicians for screaming multitudes at pocket breaking prices? What makes little girls faint from sexual frustration and arousal at these concerts. In my psychiatric practice in Beverly Hills, I have had a number of patients who are considered by the record buying public as rock stars. They have told me amazing events in their lives, from groupies to the sado-masochistic behavior of fans. Some of these fans have frightened performers to an alarming point.
Through much counseling and persistent nagging, I was finally able to get one of these entertainers to tell his life story. I wanted him to give me his version of what was going on around him. This has never been done with complete sincerity, and so I worked closely with him to help piece his adventures into a workable framework.
He is a new type of individual, playing a new kind of music. Most adults do not or cannot understand it. He has been a fairly established artist for five years, but his real accomplishments still lie in the future. I chose him over some of my more famous patients, because he has the quality of longevity, whereas some of the other performers I treat will be out of circulation in a couple of years. He has that certain something that makes you want to listen to what he has to say, which can either be his music or his clear and concise speaking.
He completely let himself go and, with the help of psycho-therapy, we were able to reconstruct an accurate representation of his life. His only request was that I use another name, and that I substitute fictional names for his very close friends mentioned in the memoirs.
These memoirs are actually a documentation of a completely different kind of culture, one that is never very consistent. This entertainer has run into what one might refer to as the entire gamut. He has seen American and European audiences react to him in crowds and in bed. His impressions of different lifestyles impressed me as being very realistic and accurate.
It is hoped this book will allow the reader to fully access the impact of sexual freedom carried to the extreme limit. There has been an undeniable wall between young people and their parents. An average father has no concept of what artists like David Bowie and Alice Cooper are all about. And the daughter can't understand why her father won't let her buy any more albums by Lou Reed.
This is fairly typical, and I have numerous patients, young and old, who are confused about what is happening around them.
Now, more than ever, people are searching for reasons and understanding. Part of this understanding must come from exploration and curiosity, one of man's greatest gifts. In reading these memoirs, one fact will surface undeniably, rock entertainers must live up to their reputation of being sex symbols. This is especially necessary on stage. The frantic girls who go to concerts to see their writhing idols would never be turned on by a clean-cut man, dressed in a gray suit playing the guitar. They want and need to see a sex symbol who knows how to get himself and an audience off. An individual's personal approach to sexuality often can be the precursor of things to come. And it may not. Regardless, it is interesting o contrast the items discussed in this work with items discussed by performers of the past One will surely note a change in some areas and basic similarities in others. Social chaos may result from a further acceptance of new sexual mores. Or we may be at the beginning of sexual enlightenment.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE:
I don't really know why I let my psychiatrist talk me into rapping about myself. Perhaps he thought it would help clear up my head. It did, kinda in a way. But when I just sat and thought real hard about some things that have happened, I became confused. I think I have some bearing on where I'm going, though, and that's what's important.
It's been strange, different, yet exciting. But somehow I don't regret anything I've ever done. I have lived life to the fullest and tried to be truthful and sincere in everything. I have learned from the experience.
There are a number of myths one usually associates with rock and roll performers. The sexual implications are obvious. Some are true and some false.
But let us get into some meat. Instead of going back to my childhood (which was about as normal as possible) let me describe to you one of the most recent concerts I've done and what transpired at it.
The concert was in Buffalo, New York. It was just before the appearance in Madison Square Garden. The concert was promoted by the University there, I think it was the psychology department. Anyway, they were really excited and when we first drove into town to check into a hotel, they mobbed our bus. We couldn't even get out and into the hotel until the police arrived in force to beat a path for us. It was really weird for everyone concerned. The people in Buffalo aren't used to this sort of thing. They must have been freaking out. Here were their sons and daughters screaming and lunging at a bunch of long haired guys with rainbow colored hair, black lace bras over smelly tee-shirts and tight fitting pants that detailed every inch of the individual. The effect was exactly as the fans had envisioned it. They were really getting their rocks off until the police came to "spoil their fun." But the concert was on Friday (three days in the future) and they had waited this long to see the act, I guess they figured they could stick it out.
When we eventually made it to our hotel room, my agent walked in and locked the door as he slammed it shut. "I don't want that door open for anyone or anything-you understand?" His face was red with embarrassment, as he said, "Some fuckin' crazy chick out there wants to fuck the whole band. I told her to get lost and she grabbed me you know where. I couldn't reason with her so I just belted her. There are some real homey chicks in this town," he said.
This wasn't any large deviation from normal procedure. For the last two years, since my records really started selling, popularity has only served to increase the numbers of insecure people seeking attention and fame in the arms of a rock and roller. These girls are for the most part, loners from the great mass of fans. Few of the screaming girls at one of my concerts will have the ambition and guts to try to get to me. And good thing. It's bad enough already.
We decided, my band and I, to watch some television and clean up. I decided that some rest would do me good, as we were all due for rehearsal that night (for five hours straight). I walked into my room, drowsy-eyed and not really paying attention to the environment. I sat on the edge of the bed and took off my shoes and socks. It was then I noticed a pair of panty hose rolled up in a ball and sitting in the corner. I figured the maid had forgotten to pick it up and it struck me funny. We were staying in the best hotel in town. Anyway, I continued to undress, taking off my shirt and short pants. I had decided a long hot bath was in order and would help me to relax. I opened the door and had my underwear on when I saw the owner of the pantyhose. She was a beautiful young girl of about nineteen. She had long black hair that fell straight to her waist, partially covering her breasts. I was quite surprised, though still bearing the effects of a long ride in the bus. She said nothing at first, just kept on looking at me with her big brown eyes. Her complexion was fairly dark and I theorized she was an Island girl from somewhere like Java. She had very fine features, however and I was sure she was part Anglo.
She kept staring at my legs and crotch. Finally I decided to get to the bottom of this so I asked her what was the story. What was she doing in my bathroom? She looked up to me and said, "Lean, I've been waiting to see you for weeks. I was at your last concert in Los Angeles and followed you here. I've been to every job and every town you played in since then. I didn't have the courage to meet you, but when I realized this was the last small town you were going to play before doing Madison Square Garden, I knew I had to meet you now or never. I could never get close to you in New York."
She was right. My bodyguards would be increased from one to three, although I do have privacy when I demand it.
Before I could even say a word, she leaped on me and started kissing and sobbing all over me. She kept saying she worshipped me and wanted to make love to me. Then she started licking. She stayed at me chest and concentrated on my nipples for a long time. All the while she was saying how much she liked to see the band perform and she gave her opinion of the musicians I had working for me. The light show I have specially hired for my concerts made quite an impression on her.
She made a move to unzip my pants and I said, "Hold it! I don't even know your name. I'm tired and want to take a nice long bath, you can join me if you like." I repeated to her that I was a little tired and she smiled and said she would give me a back rub. I just love backrubs, especially by people who know how to give them. This young girl, I'll call her Tanya, was adept (I soon found out) at every kind of rub there was.
The tub was a large, sunken chamber surrounded by an outdoor garden between the walls and the glass. We had our own private piece of nature surrounding us. She filled the tub with hot water, while I poured the soap solution in and we both watched the bubbles form and gather.
She was the first one in and prepared a clearing in the suds for me. I climbed in and sat down surrounded by almost uncomfortably hot water and this very hot morsel. She sat in back of me and clasped her legs around my stomach. She began massaging my neck, which was quite tense. Her fingers ran up and down my spine and then she reached around and grabbed my crank. It was already swollen in anticipation but I motioned her away, knowing the right time for that was later. I asked her to give my thighs and calves a good rubbing, as they were sore from all the running around I had been doing lately.
We sat there and talked for an hour or so. The hot water was constantly being replenished and we had loosened the drain a bit so there was a continuous temperature. Eventually, we both dropped off to sleep. We were awakened by a stiff knock and a yell from my crazy road agent. "Hey, Leany, you weenie, how long are you going to be in there, we have rehearsal in 45 minutes," cried Paul. He walked right in, as he generally does, no one's privacy is safe as long as Paul is around, and he says, "Who the fuck is that? Man, she sure looks good from here." I told him she was a friend and we were just giving each other massages. "Sure you are," he said.
Tanya woke up and was a little embarrassed by the current predicament. I told Paul to split and he did. This relieved Tanya to a great degree. I got her clothes and walked out of the bathroom, telling her I had to go to rehearsal and get dressed. She agreed hesitantly, but asked when I was going to be back. When I told her five hours, she blew it. "I can't wait that long," she said. "Can I please come to rehearsal with you. I'll just sit behind an amp or something. I just want to be close to you. I want to see you " I knew she was going to cause problems eventually, but I'm a sucker for a pretty girl. I said yes and she started to hug me. Her mouth was two inches from my cock when I shoved her back. I told her that we could get into each other after rehearsal. Believe me, it's harder for me to refuse, but the chicks really dig it. They feel you don't really need them, so they dig you the more. The next time we were alone, she practically raped me.
Anyway, my roadies had set up the equipment in the basement of a large building next to the hotel. This made the trip there easy, and got rid of the hassle of fighting crowds. Tanya had on a very sheer silk top that barely covered her shapely breasts. They were firm and jutted out in an aire kind of like an antagonistic "squeeze me" statement. A couple of the lighting men were ogling at her as we entered the stage area. I told her she could sit on the side and she did as I rehearsed the concert set with the band. We all were practicing the motions we all used on stage, which naturally included sexual pumps and grinds and using the guitar as a phallic symbol. One of my favorite ploys is getting down in a semi-lotus position and aiming the guitar neck up like it was my dick. I then do a simulated auto-erotic action which coincides perfectly with the rhythmic changes occurring in the music. Although Tanya has witnessed this forty or so times in the last three months, she was obviously excited, especially since we had been in a bathtub alone together only one hour before. And I must say that she was really a beautiful girl and extremely erotic in the way she used her tongue and mouth to express her sexual desires. I was really enjoying this rehearsal and felt it was indeed a performance I would be highly commended for after all the hard work was over. The hours went by fairly quickly and when it was over, I took her to my room and we ordered a dinner for two, complete with champagne.
After dinner, we went into the bedroom where we were both anxious to explore each other. I am fairly untypical, I guess, I mean as far as the majority of rockers goes. I don't mind and in fact enjoy getting intimate with many fans as long as they seem intelligent and clean. Tanya was very attractive and this was all I needed for a good night. We kissed, and I shoved my tongue deep into her mouth. She returned with a thrust that made its way to my throat. I nearly gagged but was quite excited by this response. She pulled my shirt off. She was already naked from the waist up and her beautiful nipples stuck straight out. I grabbed her and put my mouth on her firm tits. They were extremely warm and throbbing. She grabbed my cock and started stroking it gently between her fingers. She pulled harder and harder and so I became until she got down on her knees in front of me and started sucking me off. She took me very deep, too deep I thought, but the feeling was sensational. I remember talking to her about the movie Deep Throat, and she said she was very impressed by the performance of the star. Since I rarely get to see flicks because I'm working so much, I could only guess what she was talking about, that is until she took me in. She seems to have had completely controlled a reflex known as retching, which I assumed would have had to take place by anyone taking me so deeply. This was the farthest down anyone had ever been able to take me. She was also quite adept at covering her teeth with her lips. My penis was stretching her mouth quite wide and I was afraid of hurting her, but she seemed to be enjoying it. I knew I was. She was moving in and out five to six inches at a time. By the time I had managed my big toe into her general genital area. I began to move my toe in an action similar to a penis and eventually entered her hole. She was already dripping wet and when my toe entered her vagina she bit me slightly. It wasn't beautiful, just enough to notice that she dug what I was doing. I told her I wanted us to get in bed and she motioned negative and quickly proceeded to get an orgasm, and this excited me and I came in her mouth. She swallowed everything, smiled and then motioned for us to go over to the bed. She put on my bathrobe and left the room only to return moments later with a couple of joints and some Nabisco fig bars. In the other hand was a tall glass of milk. "Where'd you get it?" I asked. "I've got connections, baby," she said slyly.
She was quite hung-up on my toe for awhile. I sat there feeding my face while she caressed and sucked my toes and feet. This was exciting me and in a short time I had another erection. The sight of her tits dangling around while she licked my feet was very sensual. I could feel the vibrations pulsating from her body. She quickly made her way to my cock and shoved it into her mouth again. This time she was placing her fingers near my rectal opening and proceeded to shove a finger in and move it in counter rhythm with her mouth strokes. This produced an almost hypnotic effect as I can remember. I was thoroughly enjoying the carryings on.
I got up and got her to lie on her stomach and pushed myself into her hole which had been previously occupied by my toe. I lunged in and out with forceful thrusts grabbing her clitoris with my fingers and working her inner and outer lips good. I could feel her swelling with excitement and her breathing became more and more labored. The bed was vibrating violently and she was making little crying noises. "Came like an explosion," she said. "I haven't stopped for two minutes. I can't stand it. It feels so good. You've got a thick one, Lean."
I had heard this before, but I knew she really appreciated what we were doing that night. We were really getting to know each other. But I knew it couldn't last. I came 45 minutes later while we were in a scissors position and then rolled over to grab some sleep. The next day was going to be a busy one. I had a press conference at 11:00 in the morning! And it was already three a.m.
When I awoke, Tanya was gone. There was no note so I figured she had had her kicks. I had this all the time and was never really shaken by an involvement because I knew it was always going to be temporary. That's what being a performer is all about. At least, the type of gig I'm used to doing.
The news conference was a bore, the same questions that were asked in Los Angeles, Dallas, San Francisco and Chicago were asked in Buffalo and were to be asked in New York.
This is probably the main hassle with being a rock and roller because it takes away time and energy from the really important thing, music. But, I must admit, since I was taken on as an artist by my personal manager, he has succeeded in engineering my success. He's getting 20% so that's his gig. My main thing is the music and I don't mind paying some guy to hassle with things I don't want to be bothered with.
My personal manager Don, is a trip in himself. He's bisexual and admits it. He digs anyone who can meet his "hip" standard. But here we are at the news conference: Screaming girls on the outside of the building giving the situation a kind of tense, urgent dimension. I mean it was like the television cameras better get all they can 'cause it won't be long before the police lose the upper hand with the crowds outside the studio. Don, who has his hair dyed blue today, looks very suave in his reptile skin jacket and pants. Various photographers are flashing pictures of him, probably mistaking him for me. I don't mind. I've always felt Don was the real performer anyway. I'm mainly a writer and a thinker but enjoy being in front of large audiences. Don's parents were in the early Broadway shows and productions. His background was mainly theatrical and his actions and success with me have given him a great deal of confidence. As soon as he started to give the world his unabashed view of something, a strange, near-nude girl sprung out of nowhere and leaped onto the desk in front of me. She pulled off her G-string and opened her lips for the camera and said, "I'm here for Lean, and want to show this goddamn town something," as she spread her thighs in front of the camera. They were judiciously turned off moments earlier by a quick thinking technician. The girl then moved towards me and shoved her pussy into my face. Before I had a chance to get my thoughts, she was apprehended by a couple of security guards. Not a bad looking girl, although nothing as beautiful as Tanya. Here I was thinking about her again. Had I let myself get too involved?
The press conference continued after the disruption, although it was never quite the same. The event seemed to loosen up the press and we got into some real interesting topics and discussions. I invited all of them to come to the show that weekend and most said they would all be there. I could sense they didn't understand me very well. But there was enough curiosity whetted by the incident with the nude fan.
That night there was a special party for our road manager Paul. It was held in a banquet room in the hotel and he leaked the information out to a few of the beauties hanging around our rooms. By the time we got to the party, there were close to forty girls and women standing around trying to look sexy and chic. Most were dogs but one really caught my eye. She was blonde and had a sensational figure. A nice firm ass protruded and her skin tight pants exposed the ridge of her genitals. She was looking at me intently and I motioned to her to come over and join me at the sofa. She gracefully walked over and seated herself next to me, our knees touching. "Hello, I'm glad you were able to make the party. I'm an old friend of Paul's. He's told me so much about you," she said. "My name is Neena and I've been a fan of yours for a long time." I still blush slightly when I get a compliment from a pretty woman. I don't know. I guess it's just because I've always been that way. Don is the one responsible for all the hype that goes out about me. I never believe it, but many do take what is told them as the truth. I grasped her hand and smiled. We looked intently into each other's eyes. I asked her if she would like to dance and she agreed. The group was playing fast but we danced slow. Our bodies fit each other like a glove. I could feel her protruding lips on my thigh. Her bosom pressed against my chest and acted as a soft cushion as we pressed closer and closer.
I was then called up to do a number and left this woman Neena. I wasn't to see her again until late that night. We had agreed while we were dancing. She would visit me.
I heard a knock at the door. It was Neena. I had already been in bed for half an hour, reading and thinking. The concert the next night was on my mind and I was rehearsing in my head, how I would move while I sang the songs that mean so much to me.
I opened the door and she entered, carrying a large manila envelope. She seemed in a good mood and was constantly smiling at me. I was curious about her maid's uniform. She told me she stole it from one of the custodian's closets. I said she might look better with it off and she heartily agreed. "This was merely my cover-up," she said. "I wanted to make sure I was going to see you." I asked her what was in the envelope and she said, "Oh, just some little pictures of me. I thought you might like to see what I do for a living." She handed me the envelope and I pulled the photographs out examining each one closely. The first one was of Neena and a great Dane. The dog was in a thrusting rear position and she had a big smile on her face in the picture. "That's Harvey," she said and added, "he's my best friend. Got a number like you wouldn't believe. Look at this," she whispered as she showed me a close up of the dog's wang. "Not bad," I said. I knew she was going to enjoy our ensuing relationship. The pictures were of Neena and animals. I said, "Hey, I didn't know bestiality was your thing," and she replied. "Oh yes baby. That's why I want you. You're a real fuckin' animal. I see the way you move on stage. Most men can't satisfy me, but my dogs can fuck all night long if I want them to. I've trained them. I know you're trained too."
I gave her a slight nod, knowing that I did have very good control over myself. I would soon prove it to her. She asked me to turn the light out. We were through looking at pictures. She started staring at my groin.
I told her I wanted to get to know her better. She was excited by this time and didn't hear me. She started sliding my underwear off. I replied as I felt my cock get harder and thicker with blood. It was turning bright red in anticipation. She sat in front of me, watching my pulsating member grow until she could stand it no longer. She drew my snake into her mouth and started licking the sides while she moved in a rhythmic motion. We were both highly excited and our actions were becoming more and more intense. Her breathing was becoming more frequent. Her sucking more violent. I had pushed three of my fingers into her vagina and was also playing with her breasts. I pushed her head away and spread open her thighs as wide as they would go. I pushed my head and tongue deep into her vagina licking and sucking while she lay back moaning. I was quite experienced in the art of cunnilingus and gave her a heavy ten minute workout. She nearly reached orgasm twice, but I leveled off, knowing that we would save ourselves for the big one. She is one of the few girls I have met under those circumstances that has had such a desire for animal relations. We were both of a similar view, however, in the fact that we both enjoyed making love for long lengths of time. After I had thoroughly pre- pared her, I entered, my swollen penis aching to have a tight warm pussy around it, grasping and pulling.
The first initial thrusts were hard, I purposely do this for the excitement value. I grabbed her breasts and licked her armpits. We kissed very strong and hard. All the while I was thrusting deep into her vagina madly not letting up the momentum I had started. It gathered and gained in intensity. But when I felt us coming near the excitation point, I let up a little. I grasped and fondled her buttocks. They were soft and firm. She had her hands on my shoulders and then my neck. She was whispering in my ear, "I need you Lean, I want you to give it to me hard." At this, I obliged and got both her legs split while I bore down on her with all my weight. She was gasping and I nearly knocked the wind out of her. My thick penis was stretching her vaginal walls to their near limit as it swelled and rocked inside her. It took about fifteen minutes before she finally came, although I was ready for more, I let her have her ecstasy. "Oh Lean," cried Neena, "please make it too. I want you to make it." I told her that was all right, we could wait a minute.
We were soon in a different position, with me on the bottom. She gave me a real workout. I had nothing to do except sit there and enjoy. She pumped vigorously, stimulating my penis with her controlled movements. We moved on to different positions and an hour or so later, we were both experiencing what we had been building up for all night. We made it together and timed it perfectly. It lasted a long time because we had waited so long and our cries of satisfaction told the truth of the situation. We slumped in exhaustion and fell into each other's arms.
The next morning I took Neena out to breakfast. This was to be the day of the concert and I had a number of personal appearances to make, so I begged forgiveness and gave her some money for a taxi. I didn't even know her last name. But I remembered Paul knew her, and I could locate her again.
The first place I stopped was a large department store in the main part of town. Don had hired a black Bentley, complete with driver, and the whole group, Allan, Jim, Doug and my manager Don, had piled in for the ride. The store was crawling with fans and Don wondered if it was such a good idea to make this appearance. We waited an extra fifteen minutes, until the police had time to bring in reinforcements. Atthe store, the mayor of the city presented me with the key to the city. Big deal. Who wants a key to the city of Buffalo, New York anyway.
I signed some autographs, took some pictures and spent most of the time shaking hands with well wishers. The group roadies were busy lining up groupies for themselves, usually telling the chicks they were the musicians in the band. Some of those roadies were pretty ugly too, but they were good bullshitters. I saw the sound engineer, Dave, who weighs more than, 200 pounds, with a shapely little red head and she was kind of grabbing at the spare tire around his midriff. We all eventually made it out of there and to another local record store. We had to cancel the last appearance because time had mounted up and we were due for a three hour rehearsal and sound check at the University auditorium.
I was in my room relaxing after rehearsal when I heard a familiar knock at the door. It was Neena and we were glad to see each other. She said she wanted me again but this time I put my foot down. You can never let a woman have too much control over you. Besides, I had to save my energy for the performance. I had two shows to do and would need every ounce of strength I had to do my best for the frenzied fans. She understood and asked if she could just suck me while I rested. She did so for almost an hour until I nearly came and then my manager yelled out to me that everyone was ready to leave for the auditorium. I quickly pulled up my pants and tucked in my pullover shirt. I was still bulging obviously and that was the way I liked to go on stage, horny and excited. I took Neena to the door but did not ask her to come along. She knew I had to go to work and said nothing except a soft, "I love you."
Everyone was in a good mood, myself included. Allan and Doug had already been laid by two fine looking women they had met at the party the night before. They were sniffing some coke and passed some to me. We all got very high on that ride to the gig. When the doors finally opened we actually thought we could fly. The sense of excitement in the air was high pitched. The first two groups went on and warmed up the audience. When the curtain finally opened on us, the audience leaped to its feet. They were standing on top of their seats, in the aisles and in front of the stage. The first massive chord was sounded and the group and I proceeded to rape their senses with electronic, synthesized rock and roll. The girls I could see in the front were all grasping at their genitals. Some of the audience, already sparsely clothed, began to remove what clothing they still had on. The school officials were blowing it, but we just kept playing louder and harder. Toward the middle of the set all the house lights were turned on, destroying the effect of the complicated light show that was coordinated to the act so precisely. We were used to this, as it had been happening in 50% of all the halls we played on this tour.
I decided that the time was right for an acoustic number and sang a soft love ballad. The second it was over, my keyboard player launched into a diverse solo on his synthesizer. The tempo began to pick up. The lights were dimmed again and the show went on as normal. After it was all over we went by car to the airport and boarded our plane to New York. I would probably never see the two women I had just met that week.
In New York, we had a very tight schedule that included recording at Wally Heider's for a week or so before the celebrated concert at Madison Square Garden.
I kept wondering when I was going to settle down. I would take a long vacation soon. Perhaps on the European tour early next year. I needed some time to get away from all the people, all the madness. I was enjoying myself, however, and felt quite satisfied as I lay my head on the airplane seat. The stewardess came by and asked if I needed anything. I smiled and thanked her. "no, not right at the moment," I said.
My thoughts drifted to the night before and the strange girl who has such a thing with animals. I wondered if I was really an animal like she said.
CHAPTER TWO:
The First European Tour The first tour of European countries came in the spring about two years ago. Record sales were increasing abroad and my American record company felt the time was right for exposure. A major booking agency put us as a second-billed act on a series of twenty concerts. Most of these were in England, although we did some dates in Germany, France and Sweden. All four countries were very hospitable to the group and myself. But because we were not a headlining act, we had to compromise on the first class hotels and such. I didn't mind. We were all thankful for the vacation away from the states and some hassles we'd been having. Don, that poor overexcited neurotic, gave specific orders that no girl friends or wives were to be taken on the tour. We all knew it was going to be rough, with the extensive traveling, and Don wanted to lessen the hassles. Allan and Jim were the only two in my band that were married, along with a couple of the roadies, but none of them seemed to mind Don's proclamation. In fact, they welcomed it as an official reason to tell their women they couldn't come along. At least not on this tour.
The group and I were pretty psyched up for this adventure and we practiced a month straight before we finally boarded a jet to England. The stewardesses we had on the flight over were too much. I heard from one of the roadies that a couple of them were going to go to our first concert at a private school just outside of London. One of the girls was a former student and knew of the acts we were playing with, although she was unfamiliar with my group. They were very pleasant and served us a couple of extra times, as we asked for more cocktails. We were all sitting in the rear section of the plane and telling stories.
Doug was sitting next to me, practicing acoustic guitar. We had known each other the longest, barring my friendship with my manager, Don. Doug would often come to me and ask for advice in handling different kinds of situations.
I was three years his elder, but we always dealt with each other on a friendship basis. We had respect for each other. He was telling me this story about how he got his first lay as a musician. Doug cracked a smile as he spoke:
"You know, I really was blown out the first time I got laid," he said. "The group I was working with was only four months old and we had just finished the last song at a high school dance. I had eyed this cute little girl a number of times in the course of the performance. You know, giving her a little complimentary thrust in the air," he laughed as he stood up in his seat and mimicked a sexual pump of the hips and groin. Just then a stewardess was walking down the aisle and almost walked into Doug, who was looking at me, talking. When he turned towards the front of the airplane he saw the hostess staring him in the face, looking embarrassed. But Doug just said excuse me and sat down and kept right on talking. That's the thing about Doug. Nothing ever phases him. You could hit him in the mouth and he would just stand there. Some people say he's a sucker but I like his attitude. He didn't get embarrassed with the stewardess and can keep his cool in any situation.
He continued with the story, "Well, after I had this chick fairly turned on just from visual things, you know, like staring deep into her eyes and that, well she made her move. She came up after we had finished and asked if the band was interested in going to a party. The girls sitting with her didn't look half bad and I asked the guys in the group. They agreed and she wrote out the directions on a gum wrapper, now that's typical. We were pretty drunk by the time we made it to her house. It was her parent's pad and she told us they were away in Europe, speaking of it, I can't wait till we get some pussy over there. Anyway I climbed out of the pickup truck and led the group to the front door. I guess I was kind of the leader because I had received the invitation. Inside there were (we hoped) hot chicks just aching for the bacon. My recently met friend opened the door and said, "Oh it's you, we didn't think you were going to come, ah wait a minute," she said as she closed the door and ran up the stairs. She was back in a few minutes, followed by three girls that looked similar to her in a vague way. She introduced them as sister's of her famous parents who were traveling at the time, and so on. We especially noticed two of the sisters who were blonde and looked like identical twins. They were.
"We all went into the family room and one of my buddies brought in a couple of six packs. We all began drinking. The air was thick with cigarette smoke. The twins got up and started dancing. Soon three or four other girls walked through the front door, obviously summoned by the telephone. The twin's dance was getting more erotic and violent. They were tearing at each other's blouses and eventually had only their bra's on. The guys in the group, not to mention myself were getting pretty turned on. But I thought it was all just a little weird, the circumstances and all. My new friend asked me if I wanted to see the kitchen, and I went with her, because she asked me and she looked like she had something up her sleeve. When we got there she directed us towards the maid's quarters. "Old Anny is on vacation too, I don't think she'll mind if we borrow her bedroom," the girl said. I was wondering if the whole thing was too good to be true. I was only thirteen or fourteen and she was sixteen and looked eighteen. Well, we kissed for awhile and right as I was about to stick it in her, in comes her other sister. She looks a little surprised but then a smile comes over her face. She then proceeds to take off her clothes," Doug almost choked as he chuckled.
All this time he had been eating some Ritz crackers and you know how dry that makes your mouth. He got up to get some water and when he returned I asked him to finish his story. "Well," he said, "this chick's sister, I think she was fifteen, starts dancing around us. She had nice little tits and they bounced along as she circled the bed we were lying on. Finally, thoroughly aroused, I decided to finish what I had come in for. I wanted to come. I had read a lot about fucking and though completely inexperienced, I didn't do too bad, especially considering that this chick's sister was dancing around us the whole time. It was a little distracting but we both managed fine. After I had finished I rolled over and went to sleep on my back. Pretty soon I feel this soft feeling down at my cock and I opened my eyes to see the dancing sister licking me all over. And the girl I had just balled was licking her sister's cunt! Man, I had just never seen that kind of thing before. And to top it off, the whole gang walks in at the same time. I was really pissed off they snuck up on me and was quite embarrassed. We got out of there in a hurry. And you know what I said as we walked out the door? Les - be - on - our way!" His face was puffing up, trying to control an inner laugh that was trying to make its way from his chest. It came out in the form of a loud belch. The whole plane turned around looking to see what had made that ridiculous sound. Pretty soon I was laughing along with Doug. It was contagious. The circumstances were so ridiculous that eventually we had three quarters of the passengers informed of the story and rolling in the aisles. They even had to postpone the movie for ten minutes while the stewardesses tried to calm the passengers.
We would soon be in London and on the first leg of our European tour. We were all anxious to see what European women were all about.
As soon as we landed, we went to our hotel to get settled. It was three to a room and a little crowded but we managed to get comfortable. Don and Doug were sharing the livable space with me while Allan, Jim, and the-sound engineer, Bill, shared the other room. We also had two roadies, but they were staying with some friends they knew. They were the only two people in our working group who were from England. They later turned out to be bery useful in helping us explore the English countryside, if you know what I mean.
At this time, I had only suspected Don's attitude towards bi-sexuality. I knew Doug was normal like me, and dug women the most. He was my closest friend on this first tour. We all took showers and dressed to go out on the town. Crazy Don was saying, "Lean, I'm gonna show you what England is all about, you think you've seen sex back in America? They really are into weird trips over here. And just wait till we get to Sweden. Ya Sure, ya betcha!" he bellowed while his face exaggerated an expression of naughtiness. I told him, "You're a clown Don, a real bozo," and we all cracked up. The tensions building up for the first concert were trying to escape. We got loaded and went out to dinner. We found a funky little night club that was in a basement of a shopping center. They had a little cafe and we came in, hungry and horny.
A cute little waitress directed us to a nice table in the corner. A band was playing in the main dance room, which was pretty crowded considering it was only eight o'clock. We ordered some fish and chips and watched people as we waited for our dinner. We all remarked and noticed the difference between the American teenagers and their English counterpart. Doug commented that the clothing worn by most of the rockers over the ocean was well tailored but weird. The youth are very conscious of dress, as are the adults, and sometimes spend a whole week's paycheck on a single outfit so they can look more "in style." Many of the men and women were semi-formal dressed if you could call it that. Except, bright colors and strange designs were everywhere to be seen.
A few of the girls had on backless dresses. Doug in his usual search for humor started talking about the new craze he was predicting, a "strapless, backless, front-less craze," he sputtered with his mouth half full of potatoes.
The waitress overheard and countered with something like, "typical Americans." Needless j to say Doug tipped her a penny and we made our way out of the cafe and into the dance hall.
There were perhaps three or four hundred people jammed into this little club. I wanted to see the group but couldn't so I talked Doug and Don into fighting up to the front to get a better look. It turned out there were three chicks and one guy in this group which we all thought was - pretty weird. They were called "domination." After a few minutes of the show I could see why. The lead singer was the male, who looked like a cross between Elmer Fudd and Betty Grable. He had a pair of baby diapers on and was sucking on the mike like it was a bottle. Every so often the organ player would come over and grab his mike and say "I'm the organ player, and I'm gonna get down for you," at which point she grabs the groin of the singer and he screams. It was all part of the act, but not too many people were paying attention. Almost everyone was dancing and some of the action on the floor was pretty hot. Many of the outfits were beginning to get sweaty and loose. This caused some of the participants to remove their jackets and in a couple of cases, their shirts. Don, who had bisexual leanings, was very excited by this whole scene. "This is crazy, great," he exclaimed in obvious ecstasy. His eyes were concentrating on a couple that at first looked feminine, but upon closer observation, proved to be two males. Doug and I told Don we'd meet him at the hotel room and we split. The heat was unbearable. Don was digging it.
As we stepped out into the foggy chill night we shivered because of the heated cellar's contrast to the peaceful street. We made our way down a narrow alleyway, passing a joint as we searched for adventure. A couple of blocks down we saw a coat and hat shop and Doug pulled me in there and bought us a set of hats. We put them on and looked like Sherlock and Watson. We were pretty high.
We walked out of the shop and back down the alley laughing and muttering things like, "Aooouu, Watsin, blimey it's a chill." A slender figure appeared about fifty feet in front of us. We decided to investigate. We both perceived that it was a red lighter. "Evenin'," said Doug, "out pretty late ain't ya?" the robed maiden answered, "Baby, I'm never out too late." We moved closer to check the situation out. "Hey, you two are Yanks. What're doin' in this alley this time a night? It can get pretty rough around here," she spoke in broken speech. "We're just looking for some fun," I said, "do you know where we can have some."
"Sure do baby, follow me," and the figure led us up some nearby stairs to a dim lit room.
There was a purple light in the corner which provided most of the illumination. She told us to sit by the couch and wait a few minutes. She soon came out with her line-up. "These are my girls," she spouted, proud as a peacock without the cock. "Mary, Andrea, Senga, Marlene, Darla, Tracy and Me," she sang out in a worn rehearsed monotone that showed little concern. She continued, "You can have one but no more than three." Doug's eyes lit up. He grabbed my arm and took me into the corner for a conference. "Hey Lean," he eagerly said, "Let's get three chicks in one room with us and make them do things to each other. It would be a trip." I agreed and said it would be kinda neat to have control over that kind of situation. Doug asked the madame if there was a three for the price of one special going that night. "We'll give them a workout," he said, "we'll help them keep in shape."
"Three for two," the woman said, "and for that price you only get them for three hours."
"That will be fine," I said smiling. We each picked our favorite and drew lots for who was to pick the third member of our little intimate party. Luckily there was a liquor store next door and I ran down and picked up four bottles of the best champagne they had. It would be put to good use.
When I finally made it up to the room and entered, I saw that Doug had already started things going. He had one chick sucking him off. I said, "Hold on a minute, we've got three whole hours. Let's take our time here, don't be greedy."
Doug laughed, "OK man. I can dig what you're saying," and he shoved her head gently away from his hardened cock. He got up and ordered the girls to get in line and then stated that there was going to be a contest to see who was the sexiest. "We'll have a variety of different categories of course," he said. "Whoever can fuck the best, suck the hardest, take down the throat the deepest, we'll think of more later on," he mused. The three girls lined up against the wall as ordered and displayed their charms. It would take too long to describe their individual bodies, but they were the pick of a very good selection. All had great figures, especially in the ass and bosom department, and the faces ranged from not bad to voluptuous.
I asked them to remove each other's tops and they did so very sensually. They knew all we were after was a good time. Many of their customers, in fact most, (we later learned) are really into sado-masochistic behavior. In fact England is supposed to be the real current capital of SM.
They were obliging to all of our demands. Doug asked the one with the biggest tits to lie down on her back on the floor. He then told the other two to suck the third girl's breasts and arouse her. This they did quite competently for five minutes or so. All three, in fact all five of us were getting very turned on.
Then Doug started to really get into a power trip. He had them in some kind of strange three-pointed-star position. Each was sucking something of the other. At this point all hell broke loose and Doug and I jumped into the circle. My already hard cock was immediately swallowed up by the lips of the great looking seductress. She caressed and kissed for a while and discouraged the other two from coming near. Doug seemed content to have both girls and I think this had been a long suppressed secret desire of his. I remembered his story earlier in the day for it was now 1:30 a.m., about his first sexual encounter. Lesbians often when paired will put on quite an erotic show for an aroused male. This I saw for myself out of the corner of my eye. But it was hard to keep my attention off that lovely brown-haired girl sucking my tool so tenderly. I told her she could suck harder if she wanted and she obliged, all the while sucking more and more blood into my already red and enlarged penis.
I moved her around a bit and went face down on her crotch, searching her fur for the first signs of lips. There they were. Red and enlarged like my penis. I stroked the outer lips with my moist tongue and felt tingling in my balls as she gently sucked them. It was a very pleasurable feeling. Soon we both began to show signs of increased stimulation and I could sense she was near an orgasm. I thought to myself, "I don't even know this girl's name." But soon forgot about it when she said, "If you're gonna ask me my name forget it. Let's just get it on OK?" I didn't argue with her, but thought to myself I would find out more about her after. The room was getting hot and I could every once in a while catch a glimpse of Doug and his two hired women, rollin' and a tumblin'. I told my date, "Hey, let's rock and roll." I slipped my cock into her and she said, "Careful, you've a big one there." I started moving in and out very slowly at first, trying to get the feel of her cunt. It was fairly loose, but when I said something about it, she tightened up. I figured she must have pretty good control of her vagina and related muscles. She probably initially thought she wouldn't have to tighten up on me. I decided to make her work for her pay. We humped in a number of positions for about thirty minutes. Doug had already come and was asleep. One of the other girls came over and started licking the ass of the girl on top of me. She then moved down and placed my balls in her mouth. This was extremely stimulating as I was already fucking one girl at the time. Ten minutes of this brought me to a shattering orgasm. The new participant grabbed my pulsating organ out of her partner's cunt and shoved it in her mouth while it was spurting jets of cream in her mouth and down her throat. She just sat there and sucked very hard for a couple of minutes. The girl on top of me was out like a light. She had come a minute before me.
My tool was eventually freed from its pink prison with the white gates. All five of us sat or lay on the floor, which was thickly carpeted. Doug was the first to get up and start the proceedings again. He got one girl to bend over and just as he was to stick her when the door opened and the lights went on. "Time's up," said that now familiar voice. "Anytime from now on is overtime, right girls," and she closed the door. got up and started to get dressed. Doug said he wanted to stay but I said, "Hey man, this is only our first night, we can't afford 'to blow all this money, we've got thirty more days on the continent." He agreed, hesitantly. It was obvious the evening had been enjoyable for him and he wanted it to continue. I told him not to worry. One of the roadies had an uncle who lived on a large estate near our first job just outside London. The concert, which was actually tonight, would be full of available women and fun. We had nothing to worry about.
We paid our fee and made it down the stairs. It was close to 3:30 a.m. and a law enforcement "bobby" was walking down the alley towards us. He came up to us and questioned Doug. He told him we were a little lost and if he could direct us to the Astoria, we would be on our way. He said he would have to take us in for questioning as there had been a recent burglary in the area. The two suspects were described as "men with hats." I damned myself for letting Doug talk me into wearing those stupid things. We were brought to the station by foot and placed in a ward for awhile. We were surrounded by social degenerates. Bums and drunks and a couple of prostitutes. The floor was dusty and filthy. Many of the people were lying in it. One girl in the corner kept looking at the two of us and opening her blouse. That's all we need, I thought to myself, an orgy in a London police station.
We were let go in an hour or so. They had been unable to come up with positive identification. When we finally made it to the hotel room we discovered we had left the key at the police station. We knocked quietly at the door not wanting to wake Don, but knowing we had to. Doug inadvertantly opened the door. It was unlocked! As we moved into the room, I turned on the light.
There was Don in bed with what looked like at first glance, a girl. It turned out to be a very slender man with green dyed hair. They were both nude and it was a little embarrassing, but Don must have realized we were going to be coming back to the room. I told him so earlier.
Doug went straight into the bathroom and left me to face Don. But he just pretended he was asleep and his bed mate followed his example. In the morning, the stranger was gone and Don made no mention of the incident. Neither Doug, nor myself, felt any burning desire to talk about it.
We got out to breakfast by 11:00 a.m. I ordered some ham and eggs and everyone else had pancakes. Jim and Allan joined us and Don led a band meeting with a discussion of our upcoming concerts. "Tonight's performance is very important to us, boys," he said seriously. "Most of the English press will be there to cover the main act and this should allow us some space in the review as we've got second bill. I worked hard to get that over here even though the record sales didn't really justify it. We're going to the school after breakfast and will be staying at the estate of Tony, our head roadie's uncle. He's out of the country right now and I hear it's a really swank estate, so let's get out to rehearsal. We'll have a nice place to stay for two days. We should take advantage of it."
So we went to rehearsal, inspired a little, I guess. But there were problems with the electrical system and we had to wait a couple of hours before we could get a sound check. This meant we weren't going to have time to get settled at Tony's estate. His nephew had tried to call the house keeper but hadn't been able to get ahold of anyone.
We grabbed a quick bite to eat in a nearby pub and then went backstage at the school. While sitting in the dressing room, and feeling a little tense, there was a soft knock at the stage door. Don jumped up to get it and when he saw it was a girl he told her to beat it. She knocked again and he really yelled at her.
We went onstage fifteen minutes later and did an hour show. It was very effective and the audience response was good. After it was over, I stayed in the dressing room. Everyone else was in the crowd mingling and watching the main act. I was exhausted, mentally and physically. I soon heard a soft knock and got up to see who it was.
It was the same girl who had tried to get in earlier. She said, "I'm Tony's daughter. From the estate? When my father's nephew and the rest of you didn't show up when expected, we were worried, that something had happened. I came here earlier before you went on, but I guess your manager thought I was a groupie or something."
"Oh, that was you," I said. "Don often does that to us. I know it's not very considerate but Don says his justification is that he 'protects' us before we do a good show. He likes to keep us in a constant state of awareness. You know, like no distractions. You certainly are a nice distraction."
I told her we tried to call the estate earlier but could not get through. She asked me if I wanted to drive to the estate with her. "I've been hanging around here alone for hours," she said, "come on and I'll drive you. The rest of the band can come later." I was anxious to get away from there and this young woman was providing the escape. "Let's split right now," I said, "I'll just leave a little note for the boys. By the way, who should I say I went with. What's you name?"
"Tiffany," she replied softly. A delicate name for a girl. I wrote the note quickly, telling Don to meet us at the estate.
We left by the back exit and came upon a large cream colored Rolls Royce. "Hey, this is really an automobile," I said, "someday I'll have one of these."
"My father gave it to me when I turned 21," Tiffany said, "it's really a nice car." That was an understatement.
It had a chauffeur too. I handed my guitar case to him and he promptly stored it in the luggage compartment. We were gazing at each other as we climbed into the back seat. "Take the scenic route home, please," she asked the chauffeur before she pushed a button that raised a wood panel between his compartment and the back seat. "That's a pretty good trick," I said, surprised at her move for privacy. "You know," she said, "I have never seen an act like yours before. I was out in the audience your whole set and was quite impressed." I hardly heard what she was saying. She was sitting across from me leaning on the armrest on the right side of the back seat She had a very short leather mini skirt on with knee high white boots and very low cut black silk top. Her breasts bounced playfully as the car made its way to the estate. She commented on the scenery we were passing but I was much more interested in the scenery directly in front of me. "Would you care for a drink?" she said. "Sure," I replied, "make mine a rusty nail." I was noting her manner, which seemed highly refined but natural. She had obviously gone to some of the best schools in Europe. I later found out she was 24.
Her short dress was riding up on her soft white thighs. She fixed herself a screwdriver at the full wet bar that had just been "exposed at the touch of a button. This car had everything, even a foot rest. I lay back and sipped my drink as we continued our trek through the moonlit English countryside.
She was looking out the window, describing various local landmarks, but I caught her looking at my crotch a number of times. The bulge there was getting more and more evident as I gazed at her firm breasts moving gently with the swaying of the car. We were both aware of a growing intensity. We rapped small talk as we gazed into each other's eyes. She told me about her childhood, as we eventually made it to our destination. We passed through a massive iron gate and onto a huge circular driveway that led us into the main hall. She asked if I would enjoy another drink and I nodded. She led me into what looked like a library. It was a massive room with large oil paintings decorating the walls. Volumes of books were neatly ordered and I gazed at a special display case as she went to get the drinks. I asked her if her father was an anthropologist because this particular case had a number of human skulls. She replied that he was currently in South America doing research on an ancient tribe in the Amazon jungle. We were just about to touch each other when there was a loud cry, "Lean, holy mackerel, this place is great!" It was Don, obviously quite drunk and accompanied by the rest of the group. Our mood had been temporarily destroyed. "Tiffany," cried our roadie Mark, "it's really good to see you." They embraced for a moment and then she said, "The butler will show all of you to your rooms, just follow him. I'm feeling a little tired. See you all in the morning." She walked out of the room before I had a chance to say anything. Don was as yet, unaware she was the same girl that tried to get into our dressing room earlier in the evening.
We all made our way to our assigned bedrooms, all separate. They were huge; my room had a large canopied bed and thick soft carpet. I undressed and fell on the bed, asleep as soon as I hit the pillow. It must have been about a half hour later when I heard a tapping at my door. It was Tiffany. For a moment I was a little startled. I was standing there with only my boxer shorts on. She had a very sheer nightgown on that revealed the full extent of her bountiful charms. "I couldn't sleep," she said, "I'm very sorry I wakened you, I had hoped you wouldn't be asleep." I invited her in. I was staring at her body which seemed to be shaking slightly.
"What's wrong," I said.
"Oh, I'm just happy to have some people in the house for a change. Father has been away for three months now and the servants stay in their own quarters off the house. It gets really lonely around here sometimes."
I came up to her and put my arms around her. "You're a very attractive woman," I said, "I hope you don't mind if I hold you."
She returned my affection and was squeezing my hand. "This is a really big house," she said, "would you like to come and see my room?" I nodded and we left my bedroom after I grabbed my robe. "Oh you won't need that," she said. We made our way up a flight of stairs and down a long hall. She opened a pair of massive carved doors that opened into her bedroom. It was magnificent, reminding me of early Victorian. She held my hand and led me over to the white silk covered bed. "I want to make love to you," she said calmly, "I think you're fantastic." Before I had a chance to say a word she had placed her hand at my already swollen dick. I softly caressed her shapely breasts. We were both eager and impatient. Our tongues met and curled as we clutched each other.
I lifted off her sheer nightgown to expose the full beauty of her heaving and full tits. The nipples were quite large and erect. I began gently sucking them and kissing the hard tips while she maneuvered my cock with her soft fingers. It was getting harder and she was working it faster and faster until she moved away from me for an instant and stared at it. Her eyes lit up and she came down upon my tool and placed it in her mouth between her soft red lips. The gentle sucking grew stronger and harder, and I worked my fingers into her vagina. The pitch was getting more feverish and we were both breathing heavily. Finally, I spread her soft white thighs and entered her, giving her the full length of my cock with my first thrust. She groaned with satisfaction. I grabbed her firm buttocks and squeezed them as I pumped and stimulated her clitoris. Her twat was tightening around my shaft as I moved to a deeper position, thrusting into her innermost depths.
As I sucked on her tits she placed a finger in my anus and began blowing in my ear. She was writhing uncontrollably as I mounted her from behind, grabbing her pussy in my hand and working it hard. Our frenzied gyrations were rocking the bed, making quite a racket, but we didn't stop. Her cunt had become swollen and bloated and my balls were slapping her jiggling ass as I moved in and out. My mouth was starting to get dry so I quickly pulled out and started eating her muff. She was quite wet and while I stroked her clitoris and lips with my tongue, I placed my little finger in her ass-hole while the other four were shoved into her vagina. Pretty soon I had my whole hand practically inside, feeling around and causing Tiffany to moan and grab my head forcing it deeper into her.
Her thighs were trembling and I moved away ready to enter from the top. I lunged into her now flowing cunt and initiated some violent thrusts. We rocked the bed until I thought it was going to fall apart, but it held together. The juice from her pussy was beginning to run out and over my balls and I thought she had come. I pulled out and turned her on her side and began manipulating her sphincter muscles with my fingers. I gradually got them loose enough and carefully thrust my thickened shaft into her hole. She sighed heavily and said, "Oh Lean, shove it in, I want it hard. Oh it's been so long." I obliged and began slowly. It was a strange feeling, much tighter than her cunt. "Oh do it harder," she begged. I began thrusting with all my strength, and though afraid I might hurt her, I shoved my full length into her orifice. She cried in ecstasy and I worked her clitoris until she came, dripping juice all over the bed. I was close to my end and in a few minutes delivered my load into her rectum which convulsed around my throbbing cock. I left it there and we lie on the soaked bed as I fondled her soft, shapely body. We caressed each other tenderly and I pulled the covers over us. We fell asleep knowing we were safe in each other's arms.
When we awoke in the morning, she started playing with my penis. This aroused both of us and after some intimate kisses, I shoved myself in her again for a morning session. We heaved and rocked and were close to making it when there was a knock at the door. It destroyed our mood and she got up to see who it was. Breakfast was being served and the rest of the band was at the table. We took a quick shower together and came out to eat the hearty breakfast. We held each other's hand as we walked up to the table.
"Lean, I wondered where you were," stated Don. "We knocked on your door this morning but there was no answer."
"You ought to know I'm a heavy sleeper," I quirked back.
We discussed the day's schedule over our meal. "We've got a recording session this afternoon that will probably run into the late evening," Don said. Tiffany asked if she could come along, and although Don didn't seem too excited about it, I told her she was more than welcome. After all, she had put up the whole band and we were going to be leaving the next day.
I rode in Tiffany's car to the studio and on the way she started asking me some questions. "You must make love to a lot of women in your profession," she said in a sarcastic tone. I could tell she was unhappy about something.
"Not as often as you would think," I told her. "You're one of the most interesting and beautiful girls I've ever made love to." This seemed to cheer her up, I imagined she was upset we would be leaving the next day.
"Could I come with you to your next concert. I think it would really be fun," she asked. I told her I would ask Don.
The session went well. We finished at nine o'clock which left Tiffany and myself at least part of the evening. On the way home from the studio, she pushed the privacy panel button and soon she was pouring me a drink just like the night before. "Let me make the drinks tonight," I told her, and mixed her a double screwdriver. She told the chauffeur through the intercom system to drive us down to the ocean. It was a long drive, but she made it fun. After she finished her drink, she started to unzip my pants and moved her head slowly towards my softened snake. She soon aroused it to its full length and was taking me deep into her. As the car bumped along I received the extra benefit of its motions. She kept it up and the intensity was growing. I told her I didn't want to come in her mouth but she said nothing and instead kept tonguing and sucking. I was getting more and more excited and I began to unbutton her blouse to expose her large bosom that was almost popping out from her deeply-cleaved bra. Black sheer lace bras have always been highly erotic for me and I began to pull at it partly exposing her large brown nipples. The excitement was becoming more intense and I removed my shirt while she sucked and pulled at my cock with her soft mouth. I had nearly exploded in her mouth when I pulled her head away. "Hey, let's take it a little easy," I said trying to regain some composure. I started to take down her panties, but left her very short skirt on. She looked very sexy just lying there in only a red skirt, her two breasts hanging gently down and swaying. I spread her knees and put my head into her oozing hole. She had become very excited while blowing me and I was determined to return the favor. She worked my throbbing glans with her hands while I sucked and slurped her pussy and the flowing juices. She reached down by my face to get some for her hand to provide lubrication while she stroked me. She was wiggling her hips as I sucked and the wetness from her openings dripped into my mouth. Her swollen clitoris was beginning to jerk and respond to my tongue stimulation. I could feel myself close to coming and I moved over on top of her, shoving my cock into her mouth while I ate and enjoyed. We sucked each other till we came in each other, covering our faces with cream and secretions. She swallowed most of my sperm, but some spurted onto her face even after she took it out of her mouth. We were both satisfied and remained sucking each other's crotch. The driver eventually stopped at an inn by the ocean.
We cleaned up and straightened our clothing. We had stopped at a quaint little inn overlooking some cliffs. The waves were crashing violently. "This is really great," I exclaimed and Tiffany nodded.
"This is where my aunt used to stay before she died. I used to come here as a little girl," she said in a depressed tone. I decided not to let her get emotional and gave her a big hug. We stayed there for the night and continued our exploration of each other. She was really an amazing woman and I was happy she was going on with me to the next concert. We drove back to the estate in the morning and the group had been waiting for us. Don was a little angry so I apologized, saying we had had some car trouble. Tiffany took me to the garage and said, "We won't be taking the driver and the Rolls with us, I'd like you to drive me in my sports car." She opened the door to exhibit a Mercedes 450 SL.
"Oh, I guess this will do," I said sarcastically. We hopped in and led the caravan on a three hour drive to our next stop. This time it was a large hall, usually used for industrial conventions. We set up the equipment and rehearsed. Tiffany went out shopping and when she returned, we had dinner. The show went well that night and the both of us shared a room. I was a little sad because I knew I had to leave Tiffany the next day. We were taking a plane to France where we had three concerts in a row to do. I told her I would be back in three weeks, as we had to go to Germany and Sweden after finishing the appearances just outside of Paris. She took it pretty well and we agreed to get together when I returned to England. She took me to the airport and we kissed long and hard. It reminded me of our first night together.
I had been fairly out of touch with the rest of the band for the last couple of days and was glad to get back with the boys. Everyone was talking about France and the possibilities of romance. For a moment I thought back about Tiffany, but my thoughts were soon interrupted by Doug, who was in a boisterous mood.
"I wanna see Bridget Bardot when we get over there," he said half joking. "I wanna suck her teets." An elderly couple in front of us turned around in astonishment. "Watch your language," giggled Don who rebuked Doug more out of habit than need. Everyone seemed in good spirits and we kept on drinking the cocktails that were being served by the buxom French airline girls.
We set down near Paris and were taken by taxi to our hotel. We only had an hour or so before going to the arena for a sound check. All of us were wishing we could take a day or so off but Don said the schedule would not permit it. We drove up to a massive building that arched towards the heavens. This was to be our place of employment for the next three nights. We were scheduled to play with the same show every night and although it was a very old and some- what dirty building, it was funky. Everyone liked it. The sound was especially good and we later learned it was an old opera house that had been converted into a rock showroom. The old velvet seats had been ripped out so the audience could sit or stand anywhere.
After rehearsal, Doug and I went exploring. There were many different levels and rooms in that old theatre. We got ahold of a flashlight and started the investigation. The floors were covered with dust and we figured no one had been walking around there for some time. The floor creaked in places as we stepped softly, keeping our ears and eyes open. We came to a large door that looked like an old star's dressing room. I opened the creaking door and peeped inside. There was a large couch against one wall. Above it was a poster of a very large woman, perhaps over three hundred pounds.
"Look at those knockers," Doug exclaimed as he pointed to the picture and then pulled his shirt out in imitation. "That chick has the biggest boobs I've ever seen," he said as we both stood there gazing in amazement. "But look how fat she is," I said. Doug didn't hear me. He was looking around in the closet.
"Hey look," he said. "I found that old broad's bra, take a look. It's gigantic." As he held it up it was evident its past owner had it up front. We could have easily fit it over our heads and there would have still been room. We decided to make that old dressing room our home away from home for the next three days. Doug went down to the custodian and somehow managed to ask him for a broom and some cleaning aids. Within a couple of hours we had the place looking good. Through a hole in the wall we could see the side of the stage below us, as we were on the top floor. This was perfect as it afforded us a good view of the other acts. That evening we sat and rehearsed vocally with the group.
Don thought the bra was a trip. He almost choked to death he laughed so hard. Allan and Jim wanted to rip off the poster. Allan said, "Hey, why don't we use that picture for our next album cover. It looks great." We all agreed and Don said we'd take it before we split.
We had felt a little sorry for the first act. The audience response had been very bad, even a few boos. We were all wondering how the crowd was going to react to us. But just to be safe, when we walked onstage, I grabbed a couple of girls who were sitting in the first row and invited them to sit onstage. We tried to smile and act as friendly as possible. As we were the only American act on the bill, the French audience took this gesture to mean hospitality. A few more scrambled onstage and before more had a chance to join in and cause problems we started our first number. It was a frantic rock and roll number done in the old Chuck Berry style. The girls in the front and around us instantly got up and started dancing. As the song progressed, a couple of the girls got into some real nice pelvic thrusts while they flayed their arms wildly about. When it came time for my guitar solo, I walked over to a real cute brunette and pretended like I was ramming the neck of my guitar up her cunt. I was doing it in perfect rhythm with the music and the audience was beginning to get into it. We all learned one thing that turned out to be very important in our concert approach and that was: start the crowd going with the first song and they'll be all yours for the rest of the night. After the exciting first number, it didn't matter what we did; they loved it. Many of the tunes had never been heard in France and only one had native lyrics, a Lennon-McCartney tune called "Michelle."
One aspect of the act that really drove them crazy was when members of the band would all go out to a different chick and start turning her on with body movements and long stares. On the last number before the encores, one chick on the side of the stage, ran over to Doug while he was taking a solo and tried to pull out his cock, right on stage. We didn't want any trouble and Don ran on and dragged her off. It was a great visual effect and really strange since this was only our first night. We ended with another old rock and roll song we had jazzed up a little and the crowd went wild. We had to fight our way offstage because people wouldn't let us off. The top billed act was really pissed, but they were natives and didn't speak English so we just walked by them. We all ran up the stairs to our super funky dressing room. Following closely behind was about six or seven girls. Don tried to hold them off at the door, but he wasn't strong enough. Some of those girls were just too pretty. He let them in and they came and sat all around us, each one asking questions and looking innocent. They spoke in a combination of English and French, substituting French words when their English vocabulary was depleted. The third act was about to begin and we all watched through a series of holes we had punched through the wall so we could view the stage. They were called "the Tower" and had a large band, seven or eight pieces, including horns.
Don had sent for some wine and we were passing the bottle watching the group. They started out very mellow, almost light jazz. But by the end of the set they were moving like a full blown steam locomotive. The crowd really dug them too and we all liked them except Don. "They're not as good as my boys," he was mumbling to himself.
The truth was they were different and they were good. My group had only four members and was playing a much more electric type of music whereas Tower had some much subtler directions. They had been established artists in their country for some time.
By this time we were all pretty drunk and happy. I had two young girls next to me, probably only seventeen. I eventually paired off with a girl who could hardly speak any English. She looked like a young, black-haired Bridget-Bardot. These were the best looking girls we had seen so far. Even our fat road manager, employed with us only while we were in France (as he was our interpreter), had a good looking chick.
She told me her name was Monique. It fit perfectly. She was a lovely girl that could make a man shudder. Just looking at her petite yet developed body was devastating. She had long pointy tits that stuck out about six or seven inches and she wasn't wearing a bra. Her tight fitting pants outlined in detail every nook and cranny of her body. Her short low-cut sweater was soft and clung to her shapely breasts. I imagined I saw her nipples, trying to poke their way through the sweater. She was sitting next to me on the couch. Only Doug and Don remained, each was in a separate part of the room with their newly acquired playmate. I moved closer to this French girl, staring deeply into her eyes. She returned my gaze with an intent stare that had a sexy, humorous quality. She smiled and moved closer. I felt compelled to kiss her. I did so in a kind of peck motion and quickly moved back to look at her.
At this point she grabbed my head by the sides and pulled me down to her as she lay sprawled on the couch. We began to move our lips, touching softly and rubbing our groins hard. My hands fell on her soft shoulders, peeling down her short sweater. I left the sweater pulled down just around the shoulders. It afforded a terrific erotic view of her sensational cleavage. This was a startling visual effect, especially when I considered this beautiful girl was only seventeen. I began to kiss her on the shoulders softly. She began sighing, almost like cooing. I started licking at the edges of where her sweater was clinging to the edge of her nipples. A couple of inches and the sweater would slide off the snow covered breast exposing the summit. A few licks of the tongue were all that was needed to send the garment tumbling. As it fell to her waist, I noticed her crotch was damp and I could smell and imagine her vaginal fluids churning and foaming. I moved my tongue closer to her erect nipple and her hands started to unzip my pants.
I latched onto the nipple by suction and started kissing and squeezing both. We were both breathing heavily and turned on to each other. She began blowing in my ear and then made a quick move for my crotch. It had already been partially exposed as I kissed her and when her hand reached my groin, my erect penis popped out of my underwear. She said, "Wow," and stuck it in her mouth. I was feeling her tender breasts roll against me as she moved her head all around my throbbing cock. Then she put her tits around my shaft and started masturbating me with them. They felt so soft and stimulating, that I was getting increasingly excited. Seeing this made her more excited and she shoved my tool into her mouth again, this time sucking with fierce intensity. I managed to pull off her pants, but it was difficult because they were unbelievably tight. I couldn't see how she could even walk with them. Underneath her pussy showed signs of stimulation. As I pulled down her lace panties I saw two red, engorged lips begging to be sucked and licked. Just as I was about to dive in, Doug came over and beat me to it. I could have killed him. But what the hell, I was in the process of being sucked off. Monique had no idea someone else was sucking her. Doug did a good job and nearly finished her. I nudged him to split and he hesitantly (just like in London) agreed.
I waited until he left the room and then I gave it to her. I spread her cheeks and thrust from behind, admiring her tits as they dangled and swung. I shoved it deep, maybe too deep inside her. Once or twice she whimpered but I didn't think it was hurting her. Her young tight cunt grasped me like a rectum. It was the tightest feeling I had ever had. This didn't take long for me to get my rocks off and she had been quite stimulated by Doug's oral work so we both worked it until we came. The cream dripped out of her saturated twat onto the floor. We lay back and fell asleep until morning.
The next two nights went well at the old theatre and we all regretted having to leave. But we were off to Germany and then Sweden. They both deserve a separate chapter so I'll get into them next.
CHAPTER THREE:
Europe Continued/Germany & Sweden Germany and Sweden were to prove somewhat depressing to some of the boys in the band. Two of the roadies and Allen got the clap. We had been in Germany for about a week, rehearsing in an old abandoned factory. It was about this time that the news of their medical condition became known to us. It was a good thing too, because a few of us were fooling around with their friends. I was lucky and didn't get anything, not even crabs.
Everyone was getting a little restless; we hadn't played in front of an audience since France. Don decided to line up a guest spot gig in a nearby town. We hauled our equipment into the rented van and took off for some unknown club where we had to do three sets a night. But no one minded, we just wanted to play. We pulled up to the building and saw it was very much like the old factory we had been rehearsing in. There were neon signs and strobe lights flickering and we saw a line of people going in. Don and his German "guide" jumped out of the truck and went inside to find out where we could unload the equipment. We couldn't do it in front; there were too many people. A few girls went by and Doug started making catcalls. One of them turned around and stuck her tongue out. I hoped this was no indication of what our reaction was going to be from the crowd. Just then Don came up and directed our driver of the hour, crazy Doug, to the back of the club-factory where we would bring the equipment in.
As we drove down the alley we saw a couple wrestling in the corner. The guy had ripped the girl's blouse and she seemed to be fighting him. Doug yelled, "Get it on -- actung," and nearly hit them accidentally with the truck. The would-be assaulter got scared and left the girl. I told Doug to slow down and I jumped out. The stage entrance was twenty feet in front of us. I walked slowly over to the light-haired girl who was sobbing and shaken. I said, "That's all right. Everything is going to be all right." I hadn't expected her to understand my words, just the tone. But she replied in an American accent, "Oh, I don't know how to thank you. I'm an American too and am I lost." We hugged each other like old friends. "Where are you from?" she asked. "New York," I replied, "You."
"California," she said. We pressed closer.
I told her it was really good to be able to talk English with a girl. We walked up to the stage door and I noticed she was trying to piece together what was left of her torn blouse.
"Would you like to borrow a sweater from me," I asked, "I don't think that top is going to make it through the night. My sweater is rip-proof." She gladly accepted my offer although I enjoyed the interesting glimpses I was getting of her figure. She had nice small tits. They were very firm and shaped. She dressed in the back of the equipment van. While I was carrying some equipment in I passed Doug but forgot to tell him about the girl. By the time I ran back to the van Doug was there just staring at the girl. I introduced them after I reintroduced myself. "My name's Lean and this is my friend and guitarist Douglas the III. Pray tell what is yours ma-dame," I said in a thick British accent. "We're in Germany stupid," spouted Doug. The girl said, "My name's Beverly and I'm grateful to both of you. You were the driver weren't you?" she said talking to Doug. She ran over and hugged him and said, "You saved me from that creep, I couldn't understand what he was saying but I knew what he was trying to do."
The three of us walked into the club and Don came walking up. "You have to play the first set in fifteen minutes so you better get moving. Who's this?" queried Don.
"My name is Beverly Basul," she said innocently. "And your friends rescued me from a would-be rapist."
"That's fine," said Don, "you boys have done your public service and so let's get going. You can hang around if you want to Miss Basul, but I ain't guaranteeing you're gonna have a good time." Don was obviously irritated about something, and Doug and I felt it was his concern over all our sexual encounters. We often left him out of our free time happenings.
Beverly said that she wouldn't mind sticking around. "Even a rude manager is better than getting attacked," she sarcastically quipped. We followed Don to our dressing room that was a little bigger than a large closet. Eight people in a room that size was very uncomfortable. Doug and I took Beverly up to the roof and smoked a quick joint. We were five minutes late starting, but it hardly mattered. Don was as upset as ever. It was really no big deal. Beverly sat at the table with Don while we played and during the breaks we all talked about travel and life in general. Beverly lived with her parents in Los Angeles and was currently staying in Germany and going to school. She was very interested in being a fashion designer and commented at length about all of our clothes, many of which we had just picked up in England and France. She even complemented Don's outfit, which consisted of a white jumpsuit and a black cane. Don never wore the same thing twice in exactly the same way.
By the time we were playing our third and last set, Beverly and Don, in fact all of us, were pretty drunk and high. We even coaxed the two of them out onto the dance floor. Don was dancing something that looked like the Frug. He looked ridiculous. On the other hand, Beverly looked quite good. Doug and I each eyed her delicately trim waist and bouncing tits. I had a feeling our last sexual exploit in France was going to turn into a regular thing.
After the club closed, Beverly was invited up to our room. Doug and I had a funky hotel room back at the other town and by the time we arrived there, Beverly was asleep in my lap. We all got out of the truck and carried each other up to the room. The three of us fell asleep on the bed without even undressing.
I remember waking up at sunrise and seeing Beverly laying next to me. I got up, washed my face and pulled down all the shades so the room was kept dark, when I gently awoke Doug and Beverly. "We just got home," I said, "it's time to party. Here have a spot of this." I handed them a full bottle of white wine and the three of us polished it off in a few minutes. Both of them thought it was still night time and they had only been asleep for a couple of minutes. I started to take off my shirt and Doug followed my example.
"We're gonna play monkey see, monkey do," said Doug in his little boy voice. "We took off our shirts so you have to," he exclaimed.
Beverly paused a moment. She looked at me and then cracked a smile as she said, "I like games." She removed her, rather my, sweater with the assistance of two anxious helpers. We each took one side and lifted simultaneously exposing her trim waist and then proportioned bust. She had a thin, see-through bra on that was quite titillating. Her large red nipples looked like her second pair of eyes. Doug then said, "Now we're gonna play feed the children," and moved her bra and started sucking on her tit. I did so on the other and there we were, at seven o'clock in the morning, doing a two on one. Beverly fell back on the bed and exposed her cute ass hidden under her dress. I slowly pulled the skirt and accompanying black panties down and gazed longingly at her crotch. I ran my fingers through her pubes and started sniffing.
Just then Doug blurted out, "Holmes, you found anything down there?" All three of us cracked up and I finished taking her skirt off. Doug had already removed his trousers and I was busy loosening mine as I kissed the outer lips of her cunt. I started stroking her clitoris with my tongue. It began to grow and throb and took on the shape of a miniature penis. I gently held it in my lips and sucked it. She was beginning to tremble a bit. Soon I felt her moist mouth on my pecker. Doug was greasing his shaft and started to enter her mouth. Both our dicks were being licked and sucked by Beverly. I was concentrating on her vaginal opening with my tongue now. I was stimulating all the nerves and muscles by reaming her. I was also manipulating her outer lips while I slid in and out of her vagina.
Doug had moved to her armpit and I slid out of her mouth and inserted my heaving cock into the orifice I had prepared with my tongue. Doug issued himself some vaseline and entered her from behind. This was the first time either of us had had sex with a girl together. I was a little worried about homosexual contact Not for any specific reason though, as I felt close to Doug. We both pumped her from opposite directions and she seemed to be enjoying it immensely. I could feel Doug's large crank from the other side and it increased the stimulation. Beverly was the recipient of a double treat. I had placed an ivory "dick ring" on my cock before I entered her vagina and it had some ivory banana shaped objects dangling from it on string. These were known in France as "hole pluggers" and were especially valuable when used in a group sex situation. I inserted one in my own ass and one in Doug's. He seemed to enjoy it and I was sure he didn't mind. Both Doug and I had talked about sex to each other a great deal. We had both experienced a couple of homosexual incidents in the past, but we weren't hung up on anything except chicks. And we were having a good time with Beverly.
We both pumped harder and harder and pretty soon we had a real rhythm going. He would pump and as he was going back for the recoil, I rammed her. It resembled a two cylinder engine. Up and down and up and blam. Beverly was hissing out of the side of her mouth. "SSSSsss sure does feel good," she moaned.
"Are you near coming yet?" asked Doug. I told him we should build up for a real big ending. I was grabbing her tits and Doug was tickling her toes. We were all laughing and kept on pumping. Finally Beverly came spewing her inner lubricant all over Doug who was on the bottom this time. This bout with Beverly came to a frenzied end and I shot my load into her hot heaving pussy and Doug delivered his up her colon. She was so filled with cream by the two of us that when we pulled out, it gushed all over the bed getting all over us. She started rubbing it into her skin on her stomach and Doug and I sat and watched while she blew the two of us, slurping up the jiz that was dripping down our cocks. We both drifted off to satisfied sleep and the last thing I can remember was Beverly's soft lips encircling my softening snake.
We were awakened several hours later by the maid, who had to clean the sheets. Beverly had disappeared and had left a note pinned to the door that read: "Had a great time. I'm going to bring some friends to see you tonight if I can. Love, Beverly." Doug said, "I want to gam her tonight, did she have a nice pussy?"
"Real tight," I replied, "that hole is one of the best I've ever rammed."
That night Beverly showed up at the school with two of her fellow schoolmates. One of the girls looked like an Amazon. She was nearly six feet tall and had gigantic tits. "I've got dibs on that one," I said comically, and Doug returned my remark with a serious stare. "Share and share alike," he spouted.
After we finished playing the five of us, Beverly and her two girl friends and Doug and I went up to our hotel room. Doug had brought along a little transistor radio and put it on. This time the odds were more in our favor. Beverly was telling her friends, "These two have got it together. We're gonna all have a good time tonight." We sat around smoking cigarettes and drinking cheap wine, getting bombed. The big girl, whose name was Hella, was the first to initiate the action. She slowly pulled off her tight fitting top, exposing two of the largest tits I had ever seen. They were firm and jutted out almost perpendicular from her body. Hella swayed and pumped the air looking at Doug and I very seductively.
We kept staring, taking the whole situation in. She had slim thighs and long narrow legs that offset her huge boobs. I could feel my joint stiffening and just then Beverly came over and started stroking it while I sat taking the show in. The other girl was sitting next to Doug, kissing his neck and saying something in his ear. All the time Hella's dance is getting more frantic and she unbuttons her skin tight jeans letting the zipper fall down and expose the top of her bush. That hairy nest proved too much for Beverly and she left my rod, pursuing Hella's crotch. Beverly walked up to her and put her mouth on one of the huge breasts. Hella pushed her head down to her split and pulled her own pants down, exposing her bulging, reddened lips. Beverly dove in and started licking and sucking.
"Eat her out, suck that split," Doug cried as he was getting sucked off. Beverly's tongue was thrusting in and out of Hella's dripping cunt. I decided to join the action, and began sucking on those large erect nipples. Hella was moaning and we all eventually made it over to the bed. Doug had all of his chick's clothes off and she was busy servicing him lovingly. Hella was begging for more so I shoved my hot, thick crank into her full mouth. I went deep, deep into her throat and her eyes bulged in excitation. Beverly was in a position licking Hella's anus and had her slit facing me so I obliged and started licking her moist outer lips. I took my fingers and carefully pulled apart her soft warm snatch, which exposed her engorged clitoris. Hella was sucking me fiercely, savoring my long pole as it probed her innermost depths. We were all lying on our sides and writhing together in time to the music. I was digging and writhing together in time to the music. I was digging the spicy aroma of Beverly's hot little pussy.
Doug and his date were standing over us and Doug gleefully snapped, "Yeah, get into it. Rock and Roll. By this time all five of us were squeezed on the large double bed and it was hard to tell who was who. The billowing breasts of Hella were sucked and kissed by all. I started licking circles in and out of Doug's date and her box was getting juicier as her sap dribbled down coating my tongue. I rammed my strong tongue deeper still and someone was sucking my stiff pecker with intensity. Somehow we got into a terrific sandwich position with everyone lying on their sides at angles to each other. Some were sucking and others were being sucked. I was close to Hella, the Amazon girl, and shoved my wang deep into her cunt. Beverly was sucking on my balls as I lunged in and out. Doug was busy eating out his friend while Beverly was giving him a strenuous hand-job.
"Harder, stick it harder," cried Hella and I flew into her with all the force I could muster. Beverly now had Doug's cucumber sized prick in her hole and was heaving and sighing and it moved, pressing against her inflamed cunt lips. The smell of come was heavy in the air and the excitement was multiplying. The white, plump cheeks of Beverly's ass jiggled as she rammed herself against Doug and I was grabbing and stroking Hella's magnificent breasts when I finally came, delivering hot gushes of cream deep into her innermost recesses. Doug's friend came over and pulled apart the sphincter muscles of my anal opening, shoving her tongue, deep while I continued to fill Hella's hole with white drippings. This was too much for me and I jabbed Hella with a few quick strokes that brought her to the limit. The juices were flowing down and nearly covered the face of the third girl. Doug was still pistoning but eventually gave Beverly and himself what they had been looking for. The third girl, whose name was Marsha was the only one who had not gotten off completely and so Doug and I took turns and finished off after Hella had sucked us hard again. It had been a very interesting evening and all seemed satisfied.
While we were lying, half asleep, Doug got up and started pacing the room. "I've just gotten the greatest idea," he stated, "why don't we turn our rehearsal hall into a temporary nightclub. Why it's in better shape than the one we've been playing in and we've got another week in Germany." I told him that the idea probably wouldn't go over with Don.
The next day Doug asked Don about it, but didn't get too far. "We're leaving here in three days," Don said, "I just got an unplanned date in Stockholm, so we'll be going to Sweden earlier than we expected." The next two nights were taken up in a recording studio and we saw no more of Beverly or Hella or Marsha. But all three of them came to the airport to see us off. "Look at that chick's tits," exclaimed Allen. "Those are the biggest ones I've ever seen. And what a body." Everyone, even Don and the roadies were commenting about Hella. And she was amazing. As we walked towards the plane I could feel my rod stiffening at the thought of the three of them and the fun we had experienced. Doug was licking his lips and we both sighed as we took one last look before boarding the plane.
On board we began to joke among one another who had the most lays of the tour. But when it came down to it, there was really no way to ascertain the winner. No one really cared, though, for we were on our way to Sweden, the sex capital of the world. And we had a week and a half there before going back to England.
We were soon circling the airport at Stockholm.
When we landed we were greeted by about fifty fans that waved a few signs and a lot of hands as we stepped from the doorway. We were all a little surprised but Don was beaming a big smile. "This is the way it's going to be from now on," he proudly beamed. "I arranged for a little pre publicity and got the record label to come through. Your single is number three in Sweden right now. You'll all be stars for a week and a half." We thought it strange that we could leave one country hours earlier and be relatively unknown, but that's the record business. A hit single can thrust to the top and make you an overnight sensation. The problem was getting all the record stations to play your record at the same time. And that always needs a great record and song, lots of publicity hype and money. I figure anyone could make it if they had enough money.
The Swedish press was there in force, arranged by Don, and the thinly clad Swedish girls ran past the security guards as they came for us. We all ran for the nearby administration and got in before being overtaken by the fans. All except for poor Doug. By the time he got away from them with the held of three officers, his shirt and pants were near shredded. "This is nutty; what's with those chicks. They nearly stripped me," he said trying to piece together his clothing.
We went by limousine to the hotel and had the entire top floor suite to ourselves. "This is costing a fortune," Don exclaimed. "But it makes great press." We had a concert the next day, which made us thankful we had some time to get situated and practice. I had been writing some new material for the group that concerned some of the exploits at the beginning f the tour.
The hotel was incredible, complete with ultra futuristic furniture and designs. The bathrooms turned out to be the real surprise, with huge sunken bathtubs and plush carpeting. Each member of the group, including the roadmen, had a separate room with tubs big enough for six people. Doug's mouth dropped as he saw the set up. "There's gonna be some real wild parties," said Doug in a high-pitched voice, "and I'm gonna have the first one tonight." Don asked him in a comic tone, "Who're you gonna invite for girls?" This sent Doug and a couple of others into a laughing fit. "Didn't you see all those chicks at the airport?" said Doug.
Our duties that evening included a short rehearsal and sound check for the next evening's concert and also a television taping in a studio.
Don casually dropped some information about the taping to one of the girls hanging around the hotel and that was sufficient to make the cheering section as we walked into the studio a possibility. In fact, there were too many fans and we were delayed some fifteen minutes trying to find some other way to get into the studio.
We finally made it and conducted an interview with the local master of ceremonies for a rock TV show. Then we lip-synced our "hit" single with the record for the television show. This was the first one we had done, and we were a little nervous, especially since there were three beautiful blonde Swedish girls standing off stage watching the proceedings. We assumed they were employees of the television station.
Doug was approached as he walked towards the exit by one of the girls. She couldn't speak much English but enough to understand and accept his invitation to a party. As we rode back to the hotel suite, Doug said, "Man, did you see those chicks? They were sensational. I couldn't believe their bodies; what ass. And those tits." Doug kept rambling while Don filled us in on our activities the next day. We learned that tomorrow would be exposure day, and we would be meeting a lot of people from the Swedish-press and government. But at the moment, most of us were preparing for Doug's party that evening. As soon as the car arrived at the back entrance of the hotel, Doug and Jim jumped out and headed for a little shop a block or so down from the hotel. When Don asked him where they were going, Doug replied, "To pick up some party favors. This is gonna be a real happening tonight."
After dinner, everyone settled back in their rooms, waiting for Doug to open his doors for business. A note was delivered to each of our rooms by a young brown-haired girl sent by Doug. The note read: "You are casually invited to attend an orgy-get-together at the 'room of Mr. Douglas Riter. No RSVP required." Don started laughing when he read this and a couple of us also cracked up.
We arrived in force at his door and knocked. The door opened slowly to reveal Doug in a Turkish get-up, turban and robe. "Shalome," he said as he directed us to the living room. Everyone walked into the vacant room and sat down as Doug turned on a record player and we listened to this weird electric music that sounded almost Turkish. Then he clapped his hands and out came five or six scantily clad girls, dancing erotically around everyone. They had bottles of wine and went around filling our cups. Don was digging the attention he was receiving from one of the dancers, who was writhing in front of him, inserting a long white dildo into her vagina and moving it in time with the music. In fact, every girl had some kind of device and was engaged in an auto-erotic display for individual members of the group.
"How do you like those little novelties the girls have?" asked Doug, obviously pleased by the excitement they were creating. "I picked them up at a little sex novelty shop down the street. They had a sale and I practically bought up all their stock."
In the corner was a large cardboard box filled with various rubber penises, massagers and sexual aids. Doug got the girls from an agency that specializes in handling orgy parties. The Swedes are much more liberated about sex than any other country we had been to on the tour and the girls regarded Doug's requests as normal.
There was a knock at the door and Jim leaped to open it. He escorted the three girls we had seen earlier at the studio into the room. I had my eyes on a cute short-haired girl with a tremendous bustline. She walked in and gave me a long stare as she passed by. Doug introduced everybody and the happening soon started with Allan and one of the roadies getting up and dancing with the girls as they continued their erotic presentation. Things were getting more hectic, and not being particularly fond of group orgies that large, I made my way over to a couch where two of the television girls were sitting quietly. I walked up and introduced myself. The cute girl's name was Aina and her friend, who turned out to be her sister, had the name of Nola. We sat and talked for awhile and then I suggested we go to my room for a drink. They both agreed and seemed eager to leave the rather uncomfortable situation that was developing in Doug's room. People were starting to get down to some pretty raspy things. Two of the girls who had been dancing, inserted a three foot long rubber dong into each of their slits and were working it out while the audience clapped in rhythm. It was all a little too much for me, as I prefer private intimacy. I ordered a couple of Dottles of champagne and the three of us went to my room. We sat on the balcony looking at the Swedish skyline. Both girls spoke good English and we conversed about politics and the country. Aina had gone to school in Los Angeles and was trained as an announcer for commercials and broadcasting. Her sister Nola was into secretarial duties and both were employed by the television station we had been at earlier in the day. Aina had deep blue eyes that penetrated deeply as she looked into my eyes. She was the older of the two and a little taller and more developed. Nola was only nineteen but looked considerably older. Both were still dressed in their studio uniforms and I asked them if they would enjoy another glass of champagne. We were really starting to feel the drinks by now and Nola had unbuttoned her blouse a little, showing me that she had a developed bust as well as a firm small ass. Aina started to dance around the room to the music floating in from Doug's party, which was two doors away.
Then she sat in front of me and took off her shoes and stockings very seductively. I could tell that Nola was getting turned on in the process. "Aina and I are very close," said Nola in a quiet, whisper-like voice. "We have been living together all our lives," spoke Aina as she swayed and moved around the room lifting up her legs from time to time and exposing large portions of her upper thighs. They were long and silky white. At one moment she kicked up her foot high enough to reveal that she had no underwear on. "When the weather is this humid," she said matter-of-factly, "many of us get by with a minimum of clothing. It gets so hot you know." Nola had moved closer to me and I was really getting turned on by this exhibition. Then Nola reaches into her purse and pulls out a vibrator. It was the battery operated type but with a difference. It had two heads. She told me to hold it in the middle and as I did she turned it on. The part I held remained stationary but the ends wiggled violently. I could see she was hinting at something and soon she got up and started dancing with her sister. Their movements became more heated and they began touching each other and picking at their clothing. I was getting more and more aroused by this display of sister affection. They obviously had been engaged in homosexual incestuous relations for some time. They were exciting each other more and more as they danced and soon Aina began removing her clothing. She took off her tight fitting blouse ro reveal two gigantic tits begging to be released from their bra-prison. They were bouncing around violently as she danced and Nola came over and loosened her bra straps. The full weight of her breasts fell out, exposing her large reddish nipples protruding up towards the ceiling. Nola began licking them as they both danced in front of me. Aina pulled her sister's sweater and loosened her belt. They removed each other's dresses as if they had rehearsed it often and stood there before me in nothing but red and white see-through lace panties. My prick was standing erect, begging to be released from the confines of my britches. They both came over and loosened my pants, gently taking them off. I removed my own shirt and stood there before them, the three of us clad only in bottom underwear. We played a game of seduction and experimented with the long double-tipped vibrator. I slipped down Nola's panties just enough to place it in and started squeezing the handle which actuated the rotating motion. Aina was quick to join in and I had the two of them pumping this vibrator as it wiggled inside their hot pussies. With my other free hand I began to caress Aina's huge tits and was bringing her closer and closer to Nola as they shoved the dildo-like device deep into their crotches.
Just then, I saw a familiar face peek into the room. It was Doug. The girls didn't see him, as they were quite preoccupied and I motioned for him to come in. He sat and watched for a couple of minutes and I could tell he was getting very turned on. We both removed our pants and care- fully introduced Doug into the situation. I had him hold the vibrator and both girls recognized him by giving him a smile. I asked him to hold it steady and then made my way over to Aina and started sucking her beautiful mammaries. The nipples were standing erect and responding to stimulation beautifully. I also managed to get my fingers down near her clitoris, which was quite large by this time. I collected some of the dripping juices and coated my thick wang with the liquid to prepare the way for some anal intercourse.
I moved around to Aina's rear and watched as her ass pumped back and forth in rhythm to the vibrator and music. I carefully nudged my stiffened cock near her anal opening and began to thrust it slowly in, taking care not to hurt her. All the while Doug is getting more turned on and the girls are getting into the simulated fuck with intensity. I was entirely in Aina's throbbing rectum and could feel the vibrator against the tip of my penis as I shoved in and out. Doug soon saw what I was doing and handed the duties of vibrator holder over to Nola as he greased himself up for a rear entry.
He soon was pumping Nola as I was her sister and they each other. It was an incredible sight and sensation. After awhile, they separated from the vibrator and I placed my fingers into her dripping, oozing hole. Her clitoris was now swollen and almost two inches in total length. I quickly withdrew from her anus and began shoving one end of the vibrator into that tight orifice I had just left. The churning of the tip seemed to stimulate her even more and I entered her vagina. I thrust the full length of my oversized banana-like cock into her fur and she responded by slapping me in the ass. But she smiled when she did it and asked me to slap her good. I started to get into pumping and then slapping and she got very excited. Nola and Doug started hitting her too and this soon brought her to a shattering orgasm. She dropped limp to the floor and my cock slid right out of her pussy. Nola immediately seized on the opportunity and shoved my dick into her mouth and started sucking violently. Doug was preoccupied with Aina's breasts and lay on the floor sucking them while she rested.
While Nola was blowing me, she reached into her purse and pulled out what looked like an anal vibrator. This she greased up and shoved into my rectum. It was an extremely pleasant feeling, being sucked hard and stimulated from behind. I came very fast and the sperm dripped out of the side of her mouth as I delivered load after load of the hot stuff. She swallowed most of it though, and after it was over she got up and went over to her sister. Aina was asleep by now and Nola was looking for a way to get off. I went over to the two of them and started sucking Nola's pie while she ate Aina. The sucking became more pronounced and with the aid of the vibrator, I was able to give her a fulfilling end to the nights adventures. We continued our activities on into the evening and Aina and Nola ended up being our personal guides for the stay in Stockholm.
The next day, we had to go over the show we were to play that evening and both girls had to work. But we met again late after the show and had another round. The Swedes seem to rely a lot on sex aids and devices. That evening we were introduced to a variety of objects and practices we had never seen before. Aina inserted some steel balls into her vagina that she said had an electrical charge. When she rocked back and forth, she would receive small shocks that would stimulate her vaginal lining. Nola brought in an artificial vagina that felt so realistic, Doug spent most of the evening making love to it while he sucked Aina's gigantic tits. I had a penis ring around the base of my shaft which was very successful in maintaining a stiff erection for hours. We sucked each other until we fell asleep from exhaustion. Both Doug and I found the devices extremely helpful in maintaining our interest in these two lovely sisters. Their incestuous tendencies didn't bother us at all and actually turned us on. There is nothing more erotic than seeing two beautiful sisters sucking each other. While they were doing this Doug was buried in his artificial vagina.
But we didn't spend the whole time in Sweden just fucking. We did a lot of sightseeing and playing and after the three days in Stockholm we returned to England for the last week of the tour. It was kind of a let down because of the extra treatment we had received in Sweden, but the last string of concerts went very well.
The flight home was anticipated to be a sad one, but for the most part, everyone was anxious to get back to the good old USA. Doug had been blown out by Sweden and felt that was the best country we had played in. Don and I felt the group got the best reaction in France but admitted the Swedish way of life was very desirable.
"We'll be going on another tour next year boys," spouted Don, "and this time it will be class all the way." Don had big plans for this group and his public relations mind was working overtime He has an idea we would incorporate into the stage act that would pull us over the top of stardom. Oddly enough, this plan included blatant homosexual references in our songs and stage act. We began to discuss the implications and possibilities over cocktails as the plane made its way for New York and a three week vacation before starting work on the new show.
CHAPTER FOUR:
Sex and Rock and Roll Before I go any further in describing my past exploits as a rock and roller, it may be of interest to discuss the history and current changes going down. By this I mean to say that sex has long been recognized to be a basic part of music. At least this is true of rock and roll music.
To get some kind of idea where music is today and where it is going one has to examine the past and see where the roots lie. For me, the beginning was Elvis. In the late fifties, Elvis and his "pelvis" were, in combination, a revolutionary concept. When he first emerged in the mid-fifties, everyone thought he was a joke. The consensus seemed to be: "Who does this guy think he is, a sex symbol or something?" Many outraged citizens did their best to have his records banned, his performances closed and his television appearances stopped. When he first appeared on the Ed Sullivan show, the cameras wouldn't show his pelvic movements. The reason I'm bringing this up is that it is necessary to look back and see how a "revolutionary" stature and presentation was reacted to. The fact remains that Elvis is still going strong. He drew 20,000 people for a recent appearance at Madison Square Garden. He is a cultural phenomenon. But there is a new trend in rock music that is surfacing today and it can be labeled "Bi-rock." All this term means is that there are many rock performers today who are emulating the natural bisexual nature of man in their dress, attitudes and music. My manager Don was one of the first people to realize and pick up on this trend. In my act, which I will describe to you in detail later, the theme of bisexual abandon is employed mostly for the shock value. But let us continue with our discussion of Rock and Roll Sex.
One current performer today is quite adept at eye shadow, dyed hair and sexy costumes. This man is an admitted bisexual named David Bowie. He has performed simulated fellatio on his lead guitarists' guitar neck. He is an English artist that had gone to great lengths to combine theater and music into a conglomeration. And he is being merchandized in much the same way as Elvis was, except there is a very obvious bisexual framework for this man's product.
The fact remains that in the 1970's, sex is becoming more and more blatant in rock music. There is a crying out for sexual freedom from the rock culture audience. It is searching for an answer, whether it be he stylist David Bowie or the raw, sensual Tina Turner as she places a mike in her mouth and simulates fellatio.
Rock and roll derived much of its energy from rhythm and blues. There is a tone of sexual urgency implied in the interplay between the vocal melody and the rhythm section of bass and drums in contemporary music. I have known a number of black performers who are especially aware of their sexual expression in the music. In much of the lyrics, sexual fulfillment is the prime goal.
Blues music deserves mention here because the songs usually deal with how someone has lost their baby or had some wrong done to them. For example, the Rolling Stones took an old blues riff from the blacks and wrote their own suggestive lyrics: "Well I'm a king bee, baby. Buzzing 'round your hive. Well I can make sugar darling, let me come inside." The blatant sexual connotations of the preceding lyrics were successful in labeling the Rolling Stones as a crass sexual band by many conservative listeners. However, the youth culture listening to the music was greatly affected by the sexual frankness in the records of their favorite rock stars. Soon, more groups were seen exhibiting the explicit sexual references and actions on stage that started with Elvis and was passed onto the Rolling Stones.
Performers that embody a bisexual image, such as Bowie and Alice Cooper, may well be the performers of the future. In my current stage presentation and total media formulation, a bisexual image has been tailored to emphasize what is becoming more attractive to many more than is commonly realized. This is not to imply that mere sexual overtones will sell records. On the contrary, the performer must be talented and versatile. But while explicit sex isn't the single most important force in contemporary music, it does have a power that, when employed creatively, can be staggering.
In the early rhythm and blues, I heard a vital reflection of social reality when I first started listening to those records. This type of music, which was a precursor to rock and roll, incorporated sensual and sexual subjects and priorities. Many white artists took these songs and diluted them, turning them into country and western hits for the plain people.
But today, song lyrics and treatment seem to be far surpassing the old sexy "race" songs, as they were called. The contemporary electric music movement has moved into every realm of sexual experience both surreal and real.
Sex and violence are now the "in" thing to have on stage. Sex is the central creative force, it is political action, barbiturate, anesthetic, psychedelic and spiritual leader. The youth of today are not nearly as sexually repressed as their parents were. I have seen this in the audiences I have played for all over the world. There is simply a strong reaction to sexually explicit actions and lyrics and this reaction sells records and concert tickets. It has made me very rich, but I have been lucky enough to have a manager who was able to predict the trend and formulate a plan of action.
One thing Don was quick to notice was that popular music has always been the scene of social change. The remarkable possibilities of the extensive media of communication open to anyone who has the brains to use it is startling.
One of the first groups to be involved with the current bisexual trend in music was England's The Who. This group led by guitarist Pete Townsend, dealt with anarchy and rebellion from the very beginning. Their first single released in the United States was, "My Generation," a statement song that told all the old fogies and parents to "F-f-f-fade away." Much of their music dealt subtly with such subjects as auto-eroticism, incest and transvestism.
One of my personal favorites from The Who is a song entitled. "I'm a Boy," in which an unwilling transvestite is forced to dress like his sisters by a confused mother obsessed with female roles. The boy is extremely confused sexually and attempts to assert his manhood through masochistic and violent anal behavior. Writer and performer Townsend was also quite well known for his treatment of masturbation in the song "Marianne With The Shaky Hands," in which the hero may dance all night, but finds his real release with a certain girl's manual technique. This all goes to support my original contention that the revolution in music had been largely sexual in nature. And this revolution is gaining in the present.
An entire chapter could be written on the social significance of Mick Jagger and the Rolling Stones. They developed about the same time as the Who and the Beatles but reached out far more blatantly for the crown of sex idols. While many of their peers refined their music, to make it musically and lyrically palatable to a diverse audience, the Rolling Stones stuck close to their rhythm and blues roots. The sexual aspect was undeniable. Sex was the central theme from the outset, and many observers immediately labeled Mick Jagger a homosexual pervert.
The group lived a flamboyant life style and wanted to be on top of every situation. Their songs often suggest primitive sexual urges, with Jagger being the visual and vocal focus. The press reacted to them, calling them decadent and socially destructive. This naturally caused a natural sympathy on the part of their young record buying public. When a news story reached the papers that the Stones had been busted smoking hash, popping pills and having naked Marianne Faithful in their presence, the public ate up the sexual implications with gusto.
The aspect of violence was quite evident in the Stones music, particularly in a song called, "Midnight Rambler," in which Jagger sings "I'll ram a knife right down your throat." Jagger has been particularly effective of late in combining make-up, sequins and wrapping those big lips around the mike while dry humping Keith Richards, the lead guitarist.
The synthesized ecstasy and expanded sexuality of rock music has been employed by many performers in the past. Jimi Hendrix, for example, was well known for making love to his guitar while it screamed from a wall of amplifiers. But Hendrix was more into the male virile image, whereas artists like Bowie and Jagger concentrate more on the bisexual image. One phallus worshipper was Jim Morrison, the late lead singer for the American group known as the Doors. He pointed towards sexuality as a dimension of the revolution but embraced violence openly. His treatment of Oedipal fantasy was embodied in his work entitled, "The End," in which he states: "Father, I want to kill you ... Mother, I want to ..." His stage image bordered on maniac insistence and an essentially masculine framework. This image, however, was successful in .acquiring many homosexual fans who often ran onstage to get a hold of him. His eventually professional destruction was accomplished when he exposed his cock on stage in Miami and performed fellatio on his lead guitarist.
During my career as a guitarist and singer, I have performed around the world, with many of the artists I have just mentioned. I must state that seeing them in concert many times has a cumulative effect. Before I go into an in-depth discussion of where I think music is today and where it might be going. I would like to describe what I currently do onstage to turn the audience on. My manager has really gone all out in making the technical and creative presentation possible. Currently, the stage crew, actors and musicians make up an army of fifty people, including myself. When we tour in the United States we do so in two moving vans and an air-conditioned bus. The bus is often the scene for rest, relaxation, and, sex on the road. But the real fun is onstage watching the people react to the show itself.
Before we go on, there is a huge projection on the back wall of the stage: A penis slowly rises to an erect position and when that happens we run onstage, picking up our instruments while the sound engineer pans pre-recorded electric sounds of an orgasm around the quadraphonic P.A system. Our first number is a highly electrified rock and roll number, called "Rock me," in which all the members of the group perform simulated homosexual intercourse. Everyone in the group has their hair dyed a different color, all being extremely bright. My hair glows in the dark and when the next songs happens, my hands and hair are the only things seen on stage for the beginning of the number. This is accomplished by a very strong black light.
As the number unfolds and the lights increase, I am seen making love to a plastic girl. This is used to inform the audience that the inherent message of the performance and the group itself, is bi-sexuality. Eye make-up is used by everyone in the touring company to one extent or another. The costumes worn by my band often consist of futuristic designs, although the main emphasis is on the groin. For the stage presentation, I wrap my cock in gauze, in much the same way ballet dancers and fighters do, to increase my already large dimensions to gigantic proportions. This has an amazing effect upon the audience, both males and females. Many of those in the front rows just stare at my big prick, while I stand bending my strings during a solo. Sometimes I will use my guitar neck as a phallic extension and have girls in the audience lick it as I perform. The only real problems I have with the show is when people jump onstage and start removing their clothes or start doing something of a sexual nature to someone in the band.
The police are always on hand to break up this kind of behavior. My concerts are fairly typical of the current format of rock presentation. The energy of the moment is being focused upon immediate stimulus and response. The desire and need for gratification, now, not later. This is the philosophy of my concerts and songs. If everyone waits to live their life they'll never be able to: they may have to wait until it's too late. The current energy that is being tapped by myself and my peers lies in the knowledge of man's evolution up to this point. I believe in the natural aspect that man is basically bisexual. That is, every human being has male and female hormones in their body. It is simply a matter of percentages whether someone is a man of woman, besides the obvious physical hang-ups. I am predominantly a male, but I recognize and am not afraid of homosexual contact. I enjoy women the most and have had just a couple of homosexual experiences in my life. But just because I am not a total homosexual does not mean I cannot represent bi-sexuality to the public. I have been careful to select a good back-up band that is all bi- sexual and we all believe and agree that we have to spread the word. We have to tell the public not to be afraid of homesexual tendencies, not to repress themselves (something which always leads to worse hang-ups).
In rock and roll it's still a man's world for the most part. This is the image I feel should be dominant. One must realize that in explaining rock as sex, it is incorrect to assume rock is seeking to explain sex. The most accurate statement rock can make is: MAKE LOVE AND GROW.
CHAPTER FIVE:
Explicit Sexual Deviance There are many questions asked of the rock and roll performer, but none are more prevalent than those which ask about explicit sexual deviance. There seems to be an appetite for information about the strange, kooky things that always happen when someone is directly connected with show business. And that's exactly what contemporary musical entertainment is all about, really. In the last chapter I discussed the current use (by many of rock's highest paid performers) of elaborate staging and effects including makeup, costumes, simulated sex acts on stage, etc. The sum total of all these factors has the effect of bringing the performer in contact with some very strange individuals. Abnormalities are prevalent and the kinky sexual aspects of some past relationships of mine bear repeating. I'll try to objectively describe some of these people and events to you as I best remember CASE 1. A white woman and her black man.
This sexual encounter was particularly memorable to me because it dispelled, yet confirmed some of my suspicions about the black male organ I was sitting in the living room of my New York apartment late one evening alone. The doorbell rang and I opened the door and saw an older white woman, standing next to a young, virile-looking black boy. She said the boy was her adopted son and that he was a great fan of mine. (The only album I had cut up to that date was his most prized possession I was told.) It seemed a little odd to me, because he seemed like the type of guy who play basketball, not a lover of rock music. The situation began to smell fishy. I had learned from past experiences, never to let complete strangers into my place so I stepped out into the hall with them. The old grey-haired woman was eyeing my crotch but her so-called "son" was just staring at the floor. All of a sudden Jan, one of my really promiscuous neighbors (she's had the clap seven times) came walking down the hall.
The old woman kept insisting that her son would like to get to know me, when Jan came up and said, "What's happening? Is there a party?" The old woman said, "Sure, sure there's a party. We want Lean to come to the party." Before I could say a word, Jan, who always likes parties and black dicks, opened her door and invited everyone in for a drink. "Let's have a drink and then go to the party," she said.
The old woman rushed to Jan's side and followed her into her apartment, gabbing about me and her son. The boy stepped in after me and then closed the door. I saw that he was wearing extremely tight pants but his tool didn't seem oversized like some blacks I've seen. He kept staring at the floor.
Jan came in with her old woman shadow and gave everyone a drink. "This is my special party drink," she said laughing," a little bit of everything in here." The old woman and Jan downed theirs immediately. It tasted terrible so I just slowly sipped, trying not to taste it. The black started looking at Jan and digging the attention actually finished his drink and Jan was quick to pour another round. The conversation rambled on, with the black looking at the floor and Jan looking at his crotch. The old woman was talking about me incessantly to Jan. After the third drink, things began to happen. The black boy started looking at Jan and digging the attention she was giving him. The bulge at his crotch was becoming noticeably bigger. As its' size increased, Jan's eyes grew larger and her tongue was almost hanging out of her mouth. I just wanted to leave, but whenever I made a motion like I was going to get up, the old woman would distract Jan and say, "Oh, Lean, you're not going to leave us now? What what about you're party." Then Jan would yell at me for not appreciating my fans.
The black boy started rubbing his tip through his pants. The huge cock was erect, showing an erotic bulge nine or ten inches down his pant leg. It was amazing, increasing in size double what it had been when he first arrived. His eyes were beginning to bug ou as he eyed Jan's soft white cheeks popping out of her leather hot pants. "I sure do like leather," he said emphatically. "That's what my great grand daddy did in the South, work with leather. Ya mind miss if I take a closer look?"
Jan beamed in anticipation of getting a closer look at his pole and I could smell a musty odor faintly in the air. The old woman was looking at me and I don't think she ever stopped talking the whole time we were in Jan's apartment. The black boy walked over to Jan and she stood up exposing half of her buttocks in their short, tight, leather "diaper." He stuck his nose near her ass and started sniffing. "Yeah, I think this is fine grain," he said, "it's a real good leather." Jan could think of nothing but his salami staring her in the face. The temptation was too great and she whipped down his zipper and shoved her hand down his pants. "God," she cried, "I don't believe it!" She managed to pull his near foot-long joint out and it stood straight out at a ninety degree angle from his body. He was smiling a confident smile as Jan's and my mouth dropped. The old woman just kept talking.
With eyes wide, Jan attempted to place the tip of the huge member in her mouth. That towering horn of a cock was like a small baseball, and Jan gripped it hard with her two hands as she pulled the foreskin back. "Suck it like a candy cane Jan" said the old woman, finally acknowledging the situation. "Pretend, Jan dear, that it's a candy cane from Disneyland," the old bitch mused.
Jan clamped her lips around his giant hot dog, She was tasting the gamy, sweaty odor exuded by his prick. He shoved his hips forward and forced the first five inches into her mouth. She nearly choked but her face was red with excitement. She wanted more of this long black dick. She put her hands on the black boys ass and shoved the burrowing dong deeper into her throat. There was still three inches to go when she gave up and nearly passed out from the lack of oxygen. "You've got to keep going in and out," the old woman said and she got down on her knees in front of her "son" to demonstrate.
She placed the writhing black pecker in her mouth and proceeded to take it full length, ten inches, into and out of her mouth with amazing skill and speed. The young boy was enjoying it immensely and was breathing harder still. It was all I could do to keep from laughing. At such a ridiculous scene. This old woman working over a giant black stud. Jan became so excited by this demonstration that she pulled the old woman off the black boy and tried shoving the thick black penis to the base of her esophagus. She kept up a good rhythm and was able to breath. Soon she was taking the entire length and the black boy finally came all over the place. I thought come was going to spurt out of her ears 'cause quite a bit was sputtered all over her face and in her mouth. She must have taken the bulk down the throat. The old woman was laughing with glee. I snuck out of the room and locked my apartment door. I was lucky to escape but I was worried about Jan. Later that week I found out that Jan was in the hospital. She had been seriously injured by that black boy. It seems she decided to ball him and wasn't aware his tremendous size would rupture her vagina. She had to have extensive internal surgery. And the old woman ripped Jan off for her jewelry and money. Some people are just plain stupid.
CASE 2 :The orgy of weirdos Sometimes a perfectly normal evening can turn into a bizarre display of sexual deviance. One particular evening I found an old number and name. It was someone I hadn't seen in a number of years, but I remembered her being very attractive. In fact this girl was a famed dancer in some of the strip clubs in New York city. She had one of the most tempting bodies I had ever seen and even though we couldn't communicate on a intellectual level, we made love together like a volcanic eruption.
I decided to call her up and see what she was doing. The number was an agent, an old friend, and he gladly gave me Carol's latest number.
She answered the phone in a cheery voice and seemed very glad to hear from me. She congratulated me on my latest record album and asked if I might like to come over. A mutual friend was already over with his wife and that provided the incentive I needed to get me out of the house.
The friend was Curt Walons, an old recording engineer who had engineered some of my very first recording sessions when I was sixteen or seventeen. I picked up a couple bottles of champagne at the liquor store and drove to Carol's lush apartment, just off Fifth Avenue. As I walked to the elevator, my feet slid along the marble floor. The walls were also made of marble. "Pretty classy place," I said to myself. She was living on the tenth floor and at the far end of the hall. I walked up and knocked on the door eager to see her body and my old record engineer. She opened the door and stood there looking at me, in the nude. She didn't ave a stitch of clothing on. She smiled and invited me in. Sitting on the couch was Curt and his wife, introduced as "Moonglow." I was a little shocked, but did not in the least regret the panoramic view of Carol. Her large breasts falling like cantaloupe from her ribs. Her slim waist that angled out to full-rounded buttocks and hips, framing her patch of hair symmetrically. Curt came over and shook my hand and then started to rap about the new nudist movement they all were involved in. We got in a pretty heated conversation, me asking a lot of questions about nudism. I had always wondered how the guys could keep from getting hard-ons with all the naked bodies walking around. He just sat there and smiled as he said, "Pills, that's all you need."
Carol interrupted, "That's what's such a drag about these meetings. I had thought there would be some sex involved. I'm pretty disappointed, "she said. Curt countered her comment and argued that nudism was healthy and that sex need not be brought into everything.
Carol was a little angry and I think that because of this she started to making advances, trying to rile Curt. "Hey Lean," she said in a sexy voice, "how'd you like to get some action tonight." I didn't say anything, not wanting to offend Curt, but not wanting to discourage Carol.
She lit up a joint and passed it to me. "This is really good weed," she said, "it's soaked in angels dust." I knew the combination of angel's dust to be a powerful sexual stimulant. All of us smoked the weed growing more and more aware of our increasing sexual desire. Our senses were heightened and hearing was now acute. As Carol pulled down my zipper, Curt and his wife instantly looked over at the grating sound.
A couple of stray pubic hairs stuck out from the opening in my pants. Carol began rubbing my leg. Curt turned away and went to the other side of the room, pretending to read a magazine. Moonglow moved closer on the couch to get a better look. Carol pulled the flaps of my unzipped fly wide open and pulled my jeans down off my thighs and calves. Both women sat staring at my hardened erect organ and I glanced over to see Curt peeking from behind a nudist magazine.
There was a neatly shaved patch of curly black cunt hair on Carol and I began to stroke it with my fingers. I commented about it and Moonglow became upset. She moved closer, spreading her legs and pointing to her crack. She also had a very neatly shaved pussy, with large red lips dangling as she moved up and down in her seat. Curt was in the corner getting really turned on by the whole scene. Carol, sit- ting on the floor in front of me, spread her long, thin legs and put them on the couch, one leg on either side of me. "I'm offering you something to eat, Lean. Some neighborly hospitality." I gazed in awe at her juicy little box, with the two narrow lips bordering her dilated split. I could see the reddened and engulfed flesh of the muff. My mouth was watering and I dove into her, my tongue slurping and licking her inner vagina.
"Eat me Lean. Suck me good. Oh I've missed you so, you know how I like it, now don't waste time," Carol said. I flung my head down upon her mossy bush. Carol stiffened as soon as my tongue slapped against her hot cunt lips. She began to shudder all over as my wide red tongue lashed her clitoris back and forth. Her pubes were wet with saliva and inner lubrication. My tongue strummed her inner and outer lips back and forth with constant speed and dexterity and they were widening and opening on their own accord.
Just then I felt moisture and a soft sensation at my balls. Moonglow was licking my hairy sack and blowing air around it. The feeling was intense and I drove my tongue deep into Carol's vagina. She locked her ankles around my back, forcing me deeper and deeper inside her. My balls were being sucked like a vacuum cleaner. I looked up for a moment to see Curt flaying his pecker with both hands watching the cream spurt out all over Carol's rug. I pulled away from Moonglow and shoved my readied crank into Carol's burning, prepared pussy. I gave her my full length as I had already enlarged her interior with my tongue and fingers. I could taste the musty cunt juice in my mouth and was licking my lips. Moonglow was over by her husband, trying to comfort the poor man. I decided to give them a real show and proceeded to thrust into Carol with all my might. It was a real performance.
Carol was nearly incoherent, driven to near ecstasy by my wild plunging. Soon Moonglow was back again trying to get in on the action as she placed my foot in her mouth and started to suck. Curt was incensed and walked over and kicked her hard in the side. It knocked the wind out of her. This upset and distracted both Carol and myself and I climbed off her to confront Curt. When cornered, he just sat there pulling at his pecker and then shot his load again all over the rug and Carol. Well, I punched him for that and threw him out of the apartment, completely nude. We got dressed and took his wife to the emergency hospital. It was a strange evening and I will always remember Curt and how he kicked his wife. He broke five bones in her rib cage.
CASE 3: Drugs and sex and bestiality.
When I first started to gain popularity as a rock and roller, I became thoroughly immersed in the whole drug culture scene. It started with diet pills and speed and included marijuana and mescaline.
One evening after an appearance at a local club called the Bitter End, I went to a party and met a very attractive girl who turned out to be a backup singer in a local rock group. She asked me if I wanted to leave the party with her and I nodded eagerly. We made friends quickly and when we reached her apartment, she pulled her hand out of her purse and displayed some mescaline, uppers and joints. "How'd you like to sleep over with me? "she asked seductively. "I can't," I said, "but I'll smoke some dope with you." She walked into the living room, where there was a large dish of various powdered substances including speed and cocaine. She began snorting some and asked me if I would like a couple hits. It was excellent coke and we both started to feel the rush of the drug.
I lit up one of the joints and we sat facing each other from opposite sides of the table. I knew what she was looking for and she rubbed her ankles on my leg. She inched higher and let her slip-on shoes fall to the ground. She handed me some mescaline and we dropped together. We sat and talked about music, the dull party and finally sex while we smoked a couple more joints. Starting to come on to the mescaline, she started unbuttoning her tight yellow sweater. "Oh it's getting hot in here," she said satirically with a smile. I nodded my head and took my pullover shirt off. We stood admiring each other's bodies while the tension increased. She began to unzip her bell bottoms revealing a black pair of panties, sheer enough to show the outline of her shaved cunt. She slid her hand up and down the bulging form of my pole and unzipped my pants. Then she laid me on the floor and started licking my anus. Behind her I saw a huge great Dane that had just entered the room. He started barking, startling us both. "Shush up Prince," she yelled and the dog obeyed. She went back to my groin and placed my balls in her mouth. The mescaline was extremely strong and had altered my sense of judgment. The girl grabbed a handful of cocaine and rubbed it all over my cock, even the balls. The sensation created by all there stimulations and drugs was unbelievable.
She began to suck me, my thick pecker numb from the coke but feeling the thrusts into her pink wet mouth. Just then I noticed the Dane again, only this time he wasn't barking, just watching. He came up to the young shapely girl with his tongue out and proceeded to lick his master's cunt. After about ten minutes of this the dog jumped on her back while she was still sucking me off. The owner was groaning and obviously enjoying herself. But I was very uneasy about the situation. I decided to let this little girl have it all the way. As she sucked harder I shoved my throbbing penis to the hilt. She had a very large mouth which could accommodate one of my balls as well as my seven and a half inches. I started to throb and sputter and suddenly exploded come into her mouth. My cock was still hard as she sucked and the dog plunged his shaft deeper into his master's cunt. She came unexpectedly and fell to the floor. The Dane wasn't done yet and kept pumping her as she lay motionless. It was a strange sight. This girl had obviously trained the dog in sexual technique. It nuzzled her as it splashed hot gushes of cream in her hole and on her back. Then it licked it all up, cleaning his master like a good dog should. This was probably one of the most bizarre episodes in my life for I was heavily drugged at the time and had a real bout with fantasy and what was really happening.
I got my clothes together and stumbled outside. The full moon was such a trip I sat and watched it for an hour or so, trying to regain some balance so I could drive home.
It had certainly been an interesting evening. This had been my first encounter with someone who dug bestiality. I just hoped I would never run into a necrophiliac.
CHAPTER SIX:
Madison Square Garden The culmination of my musical career occurred with a performance in front of 15,000 people at Madison Square Garden. Although we were second billed, this did not detract from our feelings of pride and accomplishment. We had come a long way from the beginning days of playing the beer bar circuit. This was the big time. Unfortunately, with big jobs comes the intense pressure to excel with a successful performance.
We were under the strict orders of Don, our manager who had made it all possible. For three straight weeks we rehearsed the stage crew and lighting men. The actors were present at every rehearsal. We had two proficient characters from Hollywood working with us on the show. The male was dressed as a New York New York City policeman and I would get in a hassle with him on stage. The idea was to punch him out and shock the audience. It was a pseudo violence trip that Don had thought up. Doug's great idea was to have a girl run onstage and take off her clothes while I jumped on her, inserting my guitar neck into her crotch. Of course, it would only look like she was totally nude and an insertion would not actually take place. Nevertheless, we all knew these two events, coupled with the music itself, our stage presence and the varied and intricate lighting, would cinch national recognition for us. The concert would be broadcast live to millions of viewers on the east coast.
For this event Don rented a huge hall for rehearsing and had all the meals catered. He even invited some reviewers and writers to pre-concert parties and celebrations. He was laying out a lot of bread for this production, but he knew what he was doing.
Don pleaded with us to keep the extracurricular activities in check, meaning sex and dope and we all put down for the three weeks. By the time we stepped onto the stage we were the horniest bunch of guys in New York.
The show went perfect from the opening cue. The only real problem we had was a technical one. The quadraphonic P.A. could not disperse a full four channel effect to the entire audience. The huge size of the garden made perfect sound an impossibility. We had to settle with what we got, but even the critics remarked that the balance and the sound was good.
After the second encore we walked off the stage, dripping wet with sweat. Making our way to the dressing room, we were mobbed by well wishers and the press. Of course there was an abundance of the New York City groupies. Cynthia Plastercaster from Chicago was there with a couple of apprentices. Cynthia is famous, of course, for making plaster molds of rock stars after she gives them head. She has performed the service on everyone from the late Jimi Hendrix to the rock group, Chicago. She was standing next to the dressing room door with a small briefcase and the two wildly dressed accomplices. She was wearing a purple headband, low-cut silk blouse and a long flowing dress. The other two girls were very cute and looked good enough to eat. Don was talking to the press so we invited them in. We were all horny and I decided it was right to get some release. The tension that had been building up for three weeks had to go somewhere. I made the group and the roadies stand in a straight line and then ordered everyone to stick his wang out. Cynthia and her two friends proceeded to give every one of us succulent head. Each cock was sucked slowly and carefully by the girls. Then the cast process was initiated in which our erect and hardened cocks were pressed against a soft, wax-like substance to make the impression for the mold. We invited all three of them up to our hotel room for a gigantic party planned in celebration. Don was giving us a three week rest without any jobs. This was going to give me much needed time to catch up on my writing and to reflect on my career.
When Cynthia arrived at the party, she brought the finished casts painted gold. She presented each owner with a life-sized replica of their dong and those at the party burst into laughter at the sight of seven long-haired musicians and roadies holding gold dicks. The photographers snapped their pictures, though we knew it would never make the general circulation family papers.
Executives from our record company were present along with noted dignitaries in the underground media. It was hard to believe the whole celebration was in our honor. I was introduced to a smashing young woman of about twenty-three. She was without a doubt the finest looking female at the gathering and everyone was eyeing her daring dress, which exposed ninety per cent of her bosom and stomach. There was music playing and I asked the young thing, whose name was Tiffany, (by coincidence) to dance. I pressed her close to me as we danced the third number together in a row. Doug tried to cut in, but I wouldn't let him. I wanted this prize all to myself. She was one of those slick New York fashion models and she said she had been on the cover of Cosmopolitan magazine about a year earlier. I stared into her eyes, admiring their pale green glow and I glanced down at her shapely, flowing breasts. She was like a sleek cat, dressed in black with yellow shoulder-length hair.
I asked Tiffany if we could leave the stuffy room for a bit. She agreed and we took a cab down to Coney Island. There weren't any people there at this time of night and we had a romantic walk along the beach. We started smoking some weed which she had in her purse and got really stoned. She said it was Panama Red, an extremely potent strain of grass. The evening and the moon was working its magic on the both of us. Soon, I was holding her tight as we sat in the sand. My hands were running down her sleek thin shoulders to her firm, healthy tits. I grabbed them and squeezed gently. She told me to squeeze harder and grabbed my leg as I pressed the soft flesh against my hands. She was beginning to breathe a little heavier and I was anxious to shove my face into her muff. I took one of her jutting breasts out of its delicate holder and started sucking the already erect nipple. She was cooing with delight as I removed the other one. Just then a flashlight threw its beam as we sat there, attempting to make love on the sand at Coney Island (at three in the morning). We both laughed and she rearranged herself while I explained to the officer our situation. It didn't matter, though, and he took the two of us into the station. We were really worried our evening would be ruined but a fast call to Don had him there in twenty minutes. While we waited to be rescued we were in the same room with a number of boys and girls who had ironically been arrested for possession of drugs at my concert earlier in the evening. I expressed my sympathy upon learning this information and they answered that it was worth it to see the concert. One young girl of about fifteen was crying and I went over to comfort her. It was a shame they had to go to jail. After all, they were just trying to get into the right mood for the concert. I laid some bread on each of them. It would help with the lawyer costs.
Just then Don arrived with Allen and Jim, the rhythm section of my group. Everyone was very stoned, but Don was sober enough to talk Tiffany and I out of there. We thanked Don and took a cab to Tiffany's apartment. "I'd like to spend the next couple of days with you," Tiffany said smiling. "I want to make you happy, keep you satisfied," she said. Those words were in a song popular when I was learning how to play the guitar and sing. I was very moved when she spoke those words. I came over to her and peeled down the top of her dress, fully exposing her tear-drop shaped breasts. My joint was beginning to stiffen at the sight of her lovely figure. She looked at me earnestly and started squeezing my waist.
We fell into each other's arms, holding tight while our tongues inter-meshed. Her soft red lips were moist and steady and we kissed long and hard. Her hand drifted down with mine as I placed it at the lump between my crotch. I slipped her gown down over her hips and she was clad only in a black G-string. Her light brown pubic hairs glistened in the living room light. There were mirrors on three of the walls and this afforded me a panoramic view of Tiffany's physical assets. The soft delicate curve of her back joined the firm, trim ass. I wanted to tear down her string and lick and caress her. I took her over to a water bed in the corner of the room and lay her shapely body onto the rippling cushion. We were intoxicated by each other's presence.
I slowly began to slip her brief panties down over her buttocks and past her slim, muscular thighs. My pecker had swelled to the size of a large cucumber. I was aching to stick my tool deep into her orifice. She began fondling my balls as we kissed more intensely. My mouth dropped again to her bountiful breasts and I sucked them as my tongue made circular motions around the nipples, now very hard and brown. My tongue worked its way lower and I was soon devoting all my attention to her belly button. I gave her a large hickey there just for the hell of it and moved down to her hairy jungle. The light brown pubes were parted by my fingers in search of her sensitive genitals. I came uppn her two reddened, throbbing cunt lips. I was really ready for this love sandwich and drove my lips and tongue into her already lubricated crack.
She was stroking my hair and massaging my neck as I ate her heartily. My tongue started concentrating on the overly sensitive area behind the vaginal opening and near her anus. She was trembling with excitement and I began a thorough session of analingus. My tongue was lubricating the outer skin of the anus and I managed to push into that tight orifice with my long stiff tongue. This produced a jerky response from Tiffany and I figured I had proceed too fast. "Oh Lean," she said, "you're too generous. This is your night to celebrate. Let me do something for you."
She proceeded to lay me on the waterbed and spread my legs wide apart. She began to lick the skin under my furry testicles while she manipulated my lengthened poker with her free hands. She stuck her tongue deep into my rectum, pulling at the opening with fervor. My organ was incredibly stiff and she tried to bend it but couldn't. She came up from my hole and placed my swollen testicles in her frothing mouth. She sucked gently at first but got more intense as the strong odor of my pre-come dripped down the side of my long rod.
I managed to maneuver around and got my face in her cunt again. The water bed was swaying rhythmically and we were working each other in and out of our mouth's. Tiffany was providing the vagina with her mouth and I provided the penis with my tongue.
I have found this to be one of the most sensual and involving methods of making love. It is the most intimate one can get with a desired partner.
We had both nearly reached orgasm a number of times while making oral love and we decided to finish each other off. I moved my face, dripping with her musky juices, away from her over-stimulated pussy. Her clitoris was cherry red and swollen. Her outer lips were engorged with blood. The tip of my penis was dark purple. Tiffany said it was big enough for a golf ball, but I thought she was exaggerating a bit.
I spread her firm young thighs out on the surface of the water bed. I waited until there was no movement from the water and I lunged full force into her gaping hole. She cried with joy as I pumped her, my heavy balls clanging against her ass hole. The water bed made the thrusting much easier and we continued in a position where both of her legs were up over my shoulders. I like this position because it allows for extra deep penetration. I shoved my whang deep into her, feeling the tip of her womb and slamming her clitoris with my finger. I grabbed her firm tits and held them tight as I fell into her with more power and force.
Then I pulled out and made her get on her hands and knees on the floor. Mounting her from behind, I carefully thrust my pole into her rectum. When I had entered I reached into my coat pocket and took out a vaginal vibrator I had picked up in Sweden. I turned the batteries on and shoved it into her dripping snatch. I worked it in and out while my cock forced its way in and out of her tight, stimulating rectal passage. I was reaming her out good and we both were appreciating it. The vibrator was beginning to really stimulate Tiffany and she started crying and moaning.
"Oh, it feels so good. Make it Lean. I'm very close," she said shaking with stimulation. I shoved my banana sized pecker deeper still into her hole, feeling the taught grip of her rectal lining. We both came in a matter of minutes, her tight orifice being too stimulating for my horny dong. I spurted hot jets of come into her rectum and she was thoroughly satisfied as I turned the vibrator off.
Liquid dripped out as I pulled the artificial cock from her cunt. We climbed on the waterbed and fell asleep. We cared not for the future, but for the moment. And it was ecstasy.
SUMMARY
It is difficult to summarize a collection of an individual's thoughts about his exploits. For one thing, he is telling the story through his own narrative and it is difficult to remain objective, especially when sexually explicit details are discussed. But rest assured, I worked very hard with this patient. He came to me almost a year ago trying td find out if there was anything wrong with his attitude towards life.
Lean felt his many frequent sexual contacts were clouding his vision of love. Through counseling, I assured him that his own conscience is the best guide to follow in the very personal matter of sex. The accounts of groupies seem far fetched, but I must tell you that many other performers that are clients have related similar information of these poor, ego conscious girls. In fact I have two girls under observation right now who would fall into the groupie classification. Let it suffice to say that this type of girl is confused and searching for an identity. She goes to a rock concert and sees all the girls falling over each other to get near the stage and the "stars," that she convinces herself the only way for her to rise above her anonymity is to get the rock star to recognize her; to make love to her.
Lean is basically a good and moral man who is extremely talented and now reaching his full potential as a performer and as a human being. I have attempted to help him from falling into the drug-oriented pattern many rock and rollers find themselves in. It leads to nowhere, just a search for a better high. Lean had learned that the high of making good music and getting himself and his audience off is the ultimate high. It is living life to the fullest.
His memoirs attest to one undeniable fact: the morals of human beings are changing at a very fast rate. Sexual freedom may be with us by the year 2000 and it is hoped the early pioneers of full expression through intimacy will be recognized for their accomplishments.
The possibilities of sexual enlightenment are explored in this book and should allow the reader to gain an insight into the intimate personal life of a professional performer. One should assume that these insights are subject to closer investigation, and all the factors must be taken into account. The recent trend of bisexual rock hero's is an interesting commentary of modern man. An inherent human reality is finally surfacing after thousands of years.
