At school Friday, I showed Rush's "Working Man" to Joe and then Saturday to the rest of the band. It's' not hard to play, so they all picked up on it pretty quickly. I also told them that I was going to see Van Halen at Gazzari's, a nightclub on the Sunset Strip, on April 5th, which would be their debut club performance. Cal Jam was coming up the day after that, but I decided to give it a miss even though Deep Purple, Black Sabbath, the Eagles and Black Oak Arkansas were playing. I just didn't feel like hassling with the miles long traffic jam and the heat. Plus the Van Halen show was of far more historical importance to me. I urged everybody to be there, but only Pete would go with me.

I was so excited the day of that show. I dressed up in a white leather draw string bustier, a white leather mini skirt, white thigh high stockings and white four inch heels. It was a Friday night and I hoped it wouldn't sell out and leave me on the outside looking in. Fortunately for me, the place wasn't close to full. Back then, Van Halen did a lot of covers in their set in addition to their originals and Eddie often turned his back to the audience so as to not reveal how he did his tapping thing.. I decided to try to have a little fun with that. There was no backstage security at all, so Pete and I basically just walked into their dressing room unimpeded and I bubbled over how great they were and shit. Dave's eyes were burning holes through my outfit while Pete tried to act cool and aloof like he'd seen it all before at age 17. I picked up one of Eddie's guitars, which is a big no no, plugged it into a practice amp  that was sitting on a table, wacked it up full and did a note for note perfect rendition of "Eruption." "Holy shit!" Alex exclaimed. "Little girl what else can you do with those fingers?" Dave leered. Eddie didn't have a tech yet, so there was nobody other than them to try to take the guitar off of me and they seemed to be paralyzed by the combination of my beauty and chutpah to do so. Then I did "Light Up the Sky," including the solo Eddie had played for it that night before I put the guitar down and said goodbye, their jaws seemingly nailed to the floor. It probably freaked the shit out of Eddie.

"So what did you think?" I asked Pete? "Well, that solo thing you did was fucking amazing!" "Thanks, honey. But what did you think of the band?" "They were okay. Too many covers for a Sunset Strip band, I think, and the guy's turning his back to the audience is pretty fucking rude. Who does he think he is? Richie Blackmore?" "Who he is, Pete, is one of the 20th century's greatest guitar gods. You're going to tell your grandchildren about this night, you watch," I warned him. "Eh, I've seen better," he claimed. I chuckled dismissively..

I never did the tapping thing or any of Van Halen's material again until their first album came out later in the decade out of respect. Of course, with the ability that Vishnu gave me it was tough not being able to show that part of it off, but oh well. I didn't get into this to hurt people.

On the way home in the car, I was listening to the descriptions of the traffic trying to get into the Ontario Motor Speedway on KLOS, which was one of the big two rock stations in L.A. at the time (the other was KMET). God, what a nightmare. In my real life, I went to Cal Jam II a few years later, but got there a full day before it began to avoid the traffic and even then a lot of the parking places were already full. That is what happens when you try to get 300,000 people in one place.

I was totally high, and therefore totally horny, from the undercover historic event I had just witnessed and the little practical joke I had played on the band. When we got to my house, I sucked Pete off with the intention of having him fuck me again, but he had to get home or his parents would get mad at him, he said. He apologized profusely. It was so cute. Nonetheless, that left me with a wet pussy and the need for seed. I drove over to a local bar, where it was just about closing time by then and nobody seemed to care that a 16 year old was there waaaaay past what should have been the bedtime for someone my age. "Hey hot mama (yes, we actually called girls and women that back then), why don't you come over here and sit on my lap and let me buy you a drink?" this tall, wiry biker dude, who was probably in his mid-30's and clad in the typical get up of blue jeans, t-shirt and Levis vest with Harley and other motorcylce related patches on the back, asked me. I smiled and said, "sure baby." I then asked who he was affiliated with. "Nobody princess. I'm into bikes but I don't ride with anyone other than my buddy here," he said, nodding toward his friend, who was sitting on the stool across the table from him. His pal, who was either hispanic or Native American, was stocky and shorter, but his biceps looked like iron clubs as if he was used to lifting heavy objects all day long. I waved "hi" to his friend. "So how old are you hon?" he inquired. "16, but I'll be 17 in five months, I insisted. "Woah, you sure are a cute little thing. But what are doing in a bar at almost two in the morning?" "I just got back from seeing a band in L.A., but I'm still pretty restless," I propounded.

"I'm Bobby and my friend here is named Nick. You wanna come home with us and maybe we can help you get rid of some of that excess energy?" I giggled. "Okay!" I smiled. I got in  my car and followed them as they rode their choppers to whoever's house it was they were going to. It only took about five minutes. It was an older neighborhood near some warehouses and railroad tracks. I ended up pulling up in front of a bungalow that had probably been built in the 1920's, judging by the architecture.

They ushered me through the screen door and into the house, which had the tell tale signs of guys living there: no decorating sense, kinda unkempt and copies of girly magazines and Easy Rider strewn carelessly on what passed for their dining room table. "Fuck, I love Asian broads," I heard one of them say to the other in a voice that wasn't low enough as I sat on the couch. 'So what can I get you to drink?" Bobby asked. "A beer would be great!" I chirped. "You got it hon," he affirmed. He handed me a bottle of Heineken after he had popped the cap off of it. I took a swig of it. Truth to tell, I don't like alcohol, especially beer. I just wondered what route these guys were going to take to the inside of my panties. "God, in better light, you sure are gorgeous," Bobby said. "What are you, Chinese?" Nick, who flopped down on a chair that was to my right,  interrogated. "No, Korean." "Yeah, I knew you weren't Vietnamese. I served over there for two tours. You're definitely better looking than any Vietnamese girl I've seen. "Thanks," I said, but inside I was thinking, "patronizing ass." I took another draw on  my bottle. Bobby sat next to me. Nick got up and disappeared for a couple of minutes and then returned with a baggy of pot. It looked like a two finger can just eyeballing it real quick. He took some Zig Zag papers out of the pocket of his Levis jacket and started rolling a joint. Bobby and I  began conversing and I asked what they did for a living. Bobby sad he was a machinist and Nick was a heavy equipment operator. I complimented him on his biceps. He had me feel them, which made me even wetter than I already was.

"So are you still in school?" Bobby wondered. "Yeah," I replied just as Nick fired the doobie up. He took a huge drag off of it and passed it to me. I did likewise. Now in my ordinary life, I hadn't smoked it in over 30 years. I didn't know, though, how having someone elses' anatomy now was going to make me react. The good news was that the pot of the early 70's wasn't that powerful. "What do you do when you aren't at school?" Bobby continued after he had gotten his hit of weed. "I'm a musician." "No kidding! What do you play?" "I play guitar," I averred. Just then, I took the blunt from Nick and sucked in some more THC. I also slugged down more of my beer. "What kind of music?" Bobby asked. "Hard rock mostly," I bragged. "I play in a cover band." "That's killer, babe," Nick burbled. I could now see Nick ripping my outfit off with his eyes. That led to discussion of what bands we liked and they gave me another beer and, once we had all finished off the joint, another one was rolled and sparked up. I knew that Asians often had a rather low resistance to alcohol, so I wondered when the beer would make me tipsy. I was, though, beginning to feel some minor rushes coming on and I let out a long sigh when one coursed through me, seeming to tickle me from the inside.

I still had enough presence of mind to know that I was becoming more helpless. Despite my martial arts background, I was already too done in to fend these guys off if I had a mind to. By the end of the second joint and the second beer, I was feeling no pain already. "So do you have a boyfriend?" Bobby asked. My response to the question was slow, but I couldn't help it. "No, not right now," I giggled. I knew that any minute now I was going to be fucked and my heart was beating 10,000 miles an hour and my pussy was practically gushing wetness. Bobby, who sat on my left, put his arm on my right shoulder and gently eased me toward him. He began to kiss me and the surging rushes from the combination of pot and beer plus our kissing----my mouth was wide open to take his tongue as deep as it would go---almost like my mouth was a pussy and his tongue was a cock---was making me sigh and moan reflexively. My pussy felt hot and my nipples were already hard. His pushing my bustier up off of my breasts hardly registered,  but his hand manipulating my jugs did and I couldn't help but let out another moan. I then watched dreamily as Bobby pulled his hand away, undid his pants, stood up in front of me and shoved them down to his knees. "Here baby," he said in a low voice, gently pulling my head toward his full thick eight inch extension. I had raging cottonmouth, but I went for it anyway and was soon getting doses of his precum as my lips slid up and down his pole. The saltiness of his precum, when coupled with the aftertaste of pot and beer on my tongue, was delicious to me at that moment. It made me suck more intensely on him and he eventually ejected the contents of his balls into my mouth. I looked up at him with heavily lidded eyes and swallowed it.

"Fuck man, she's pretty far gone," Nick evaluated. "Now it's my turn, man." Nick replaced Bobby in front of me and unzipped my skirt. "Fuck dude, she's got to be one of the hottest chicks I've ever done." "Thank you," I said in a way like my senses had been dulled by a club over the head. They both laughed. Nick pulled me forward so that my legs were on either side of him and resting on the coffee table and my head just about off the back of the couch. He pulled my panties off, displaying my hairless crotch. I felt his very thick, six inch instrument being forced into me. I emitted a happy moan. "Look at that Bobby, she's loving this!" he remarked. I laid there like a rag doll while my system attempted to register that there was a dick being rammed into it. The more he fucked me, the better it felt and with the rushes still coming, I was swimming in a stupor. "Oh God, ohhhhh," I moaned. "Do you like this, Melody?" Bobby asked as he watched me get screwed. "Oh yes," I whimpered. "Do you want more?" he followed up. "Oh yes, don't stop," I begged. I could tell that Nick was thrusting harder and I was hit with a sudden, intense orgasm. "Oh God, oh yes, God, I love your cock," I screamed out almost drunkenly. He continued the consensual rape, the pot dulling the sensitivity of his schvanz, as he seemed to slow down and I experienced orgasm after orgasm. He finally pulled out. I didn't feel any cum inside me at the time, but that may have been because  my senses were somewhat numbed.

Bobby pulled me up off the couch and very slowly had me get on all fours on the coffee table. "Do you think it will hold her?" Nick worried. "Yeah, she can't be anymore than a hundred pounds," he almost correctly guessed. My fingers desperately grasped the edge of the table while I felt Bobby's cock surfing into my opening. "Ohhh God yessss, I groaned. Then I felt hands on my hips and the increasing friction again as he jackhammered his manhood in and out of me repeatedly, his grunts becoming a kind of oddly pleasant music as I felt my ardor rising again. I almost fell off the table when my first orgasm rippled through me. I subconsciously pumped my hips back on to his member in a quest to keep the endorphins coming. My head just about hit the floor on my second climax, it was that electric. Nick was now in front of me and grasped my chin between his thumb and four other fingers to steer my lips back on to his meat stick. I then felt pressure on the back of my head from both of his hands as he skullfucked me. It diverted my attention somewhat from what Bobby was doing, but then I heard him yell, "oh fuck!" I didn't feel the cum inside me again, but I knew he had shot a wad in there. Nick pulled out of my mouth and circled around the table behind me and entered me again. "Fuck, this bitch has such a velvety pussy," he extolled. I was still lost in my own little world and the only thing that was leaving an impression on me was when I felt another orgasm surge like electric heat through me.

After another couple of orgasms, I noticed that nobody was inside me now. "Can I get you anything Melody?" Bobby solicited. "Water please," I rasped. I climbed down off the table and fell against the back of the couch. Bobby brought me a big glass of it. Nick, though, had rolled another joint and lit it up. Then he told me to take a deep breath as he shotgunned the pot smoke into my face. I reflexively complied and that dose rekindled the waves of rushes I had previously felt. "Dude, we should take her into the bedroom. She's going to get cum all over everything the way it's dripping out of her." "Yeah," Bobby simply assented and I felt Bobby hook his hands under my armpits and pull me up. He slowly led me to a bedroom. I don't know whose it was. I just know that the bed wasn't made up. Typical guys. Bobby pushed me on to it and had me lay on my left side. Then I felt my right leg being lifted up and then the impact of Bobby's dick through my sacred gate. Nick nudged my head toward the edge of the bed and he leaned the head of his cock between my lips. He pumped his hips to run it in and out of my mouth. Bobby's fuck seemed to last forever. I had orgasm after orgasm for God only knows how long. It was long enough that by the time Nick had rolled me over on to my stomach to penetrate me again that I was beginning to wake up. God, his cock was so thick, though. It just felt amazing. "Oh yes. Fuck Nick, that feels so good," I moaned. "God oh fuck oh fuck oh yesssssssss," I hissed as he used his spear like it was a battering ram taking a building down. "Harder baby1" I demanded and he pumped it into me ferociously, provoking another soul searing climax. He kept at it for quite a while, too, and the orgasms were countless before he spooged his final shot of the now early morning against my cervix. The sun was beginning to rise, we were at it that long.

"Fuck man, I'm done," Nick notified. "Yeah, me too," Bobby conceded. How about you Melody?" "Yeah, God I'm going to be sore after I finally get some sleep," I observed. I then turned over and dozed off. A number of hours later, I woke up. I had to shake the cobwebs out of my head and my mouth tasted of dried beer, pot and cum. It was nasty. I also noticed I was completely naked. I went to the bathroom and then went out into the livingroom to retrieve my clothes. "Hey sleeping beauty1" Bobby needled. "Where are my clothes? I asked. They were hanging over a chair next to the dining room table, I was told. "How do you feel?" Bobby wondered. "Once I take a shower and brush my teeth and hair I'll feel a lot better," I replied as I dressed. "Do you remember what happened last night?" Bobby grinned. "Yeah, it's coming back to me in bits and pieces," I answered with a smirk. "Are you mad?" I laughed at that. "Hell no! II knew exactly what you guys were doing the whole time and it was exactly what I needed," I grinned. They laughed at that, perhaps in relief, and Bobby and Nicky slapped fives. "You're damned hot, Melody. Come over anytime you need something," Bobby encouraged. "I definitely will," I giggled. "Anyway, I feel gross, so I'm going home. Bye boys." "Bye hon."