I felt like something the cat dragged in when I left the two biker guys' house. I took a nice long shower, washed my hair, brushed my teeth and felt like a human being again. My pussy was throbbing, and not in a pleasant way, from the pounding it took the night before. So I just wore a little cotton skirt all day with no panties, trying to keep that area as untouched as possible in the hope it would heal quicker. My jaw was aching, too, from Nick skullfucking me.

By Monday, my coochie was ready to rock again. Pete apologized for leaving me in the lurch by not fucking me. I told him I understood and wasn't mad at him. We had another rehearsal after school, this one with Joe in tow to practice what songs he had learned to that point. He still had a ways to go as far as the number of tunes that were under his belt were concerned before he could play out with us.

Tuesday and Wednesday, we burned up the phones and booked a couple of evening gigs at different university cafes and one during the day at a junior college that would require us to miss about two hours of school. We used being booked for the prom as a kind of springboard by which we could gain credibility. The college and jc gigs didn't pay anything, so they were just for fun for us although, since I was paying our two man road crew and our soundman for their labor, I was losing a few hundred dollars. But who cares when you have billions in the bank?

We continued to hustle for shows and we were able to land some junior high dance gigs for September and October, which were paying (not a lot, but they would more than cover my costs).

Then we decided to do some park rec hall shows, too, to keep our hand in during the summer. We would have to then pay for security, too, so the likelihood we would break even at $5 a head was pretty remote unless we'd be able to sell lots of merch. But who buys t-shirts from a cover band? Nobody. But again, it was a way to have fun and stay sharp. Thus, the losses weren't anything approaching daunting.

On the 25th of the month, we performed at a Cal Poly student cafe and played two one hour long sets with a half hour break in between Why they scheduled it that way, I don 't know. They tell us when to play and we do what they want. That's the deal with being a cover band.

On the other hand, when we played the Friday night at an area UC school, we were on for two and a half hours straight through. This was by far the longest we had played at a stretch and we had to pace ourselves. We put in more mid-tempo numbers such as 'Rebel Rebel" by Bowie, which II had taught to the band just two days before (the album it was on had just been released), and Trower's "Day of the Eagle." We also performed an extended version of Purple's slow blues number "Mistreated." The cafe manager liked our performance enough to bring us back two weeks later, except on a Wednesday..

What was funny about that, though, was that toward the end of the Friday set, when I was all sweaty and felt gross, a student who was half in the bag walked up to the front of the stage and tried to get my phone number in between songs. I just ignored the request and he walked away halfway through the next tune.

The junior college appearance was outdoors on the following Tuesday and we were permitted an hour. The small crowd of about 50 liked us, though they weren't exactly going wild. On a commuter campus like that it's hard to hold anyone's attention or get them to stop in one place, especially to watch a cover band. But we got to show off in front of a collegiate crowd and that was cool enough for us.

That Saturday, I made a big batch of chocolate chip cookies (six dozen, one dozen I kept for myself), piled them on a saran wrapped plate and, dressed in just jean shorts, a blouse I tied off just under my bust line, flip flops and no underwear, I took them over to Bobby and Nick's. "Well, look who's here! How ya doin' hon?" Bobby greeted. "Hi sweety!" I returned as I hugged him. They were with two of their friends working on their bikes in the driveway. I said that I brought the cookies just as a way to keep in touch. Bobby had me put them on the coffee table in the living room. I came back out and hugged Nick, who then introduced me to his two buddies, Frank, who was a mountain of a guy at maybe 6'5" and built like a pro wrestler with a reddish brown beard. The other friend was Jim, a really cute, tanned man just short of six feet in his early 30's with a handlebar mustache. Nick said that Jim had served in Vietnam together with him and Bobby (the draft had just ended at that time). "You're Korean, right?" Jim asked. "Well, that's my ancestry," I said. "I've never been there." "I spent some time there in '66," he revealed. "It was a lot of fun." "Maybe next time I'll bring over some kimchi and you can relive your time there," I giggled.

I took Bobby aside and asked, "sweety, can you help me with something?" "Sure hon, what ya got?" I took some plans for a modular stage I wanted built that I had drawn on a piece of notebook paper out of my pocket. He made some suggestions on how I could shore it up and make it more stable. I wondered if his shop could buld it. "Sorry hon, but we mainly make parts for jets and things like that," he informed me. "Well, there is one other thing that maybe you and Nick can help me with," I imparted, telling him that we needed security for some upcoming gigs at the rec and legion halls. I offered to pay each of them $35 a show for seven hours (which was twice the minimum wage of the time) plus a case of beer. I also indicated that I didn't want any Altamont repeats and their way of dealing with miscreants was to restrain them and let the police handle their disposition. We were going to, though, allow the audience to smoke pot, unbeknownst to the hall owners, and no alcohol would be served. So the small audiences we were expecting should be pretty mellow. "Tell ya what, Melody, you give us another go around in bed with you and we got a deal." I laughed. "I was going to give you that anyway, Bobby." We hugged on it and the informal contract was concluded.

"Hey, have you guys eaten yet?" I wondered. They said they hadn't. "Do you mind if I make dinner for you?" "Hell no! What's for dinner mama?" Nick riposted. "You're all probably meat and potatoes kind of guys, right?" "Damn straight there me lady," Bobby smiled. "Look, if I make this for you, you have to drink wine, and good wine, not Boone's Farm or any of that swill, with it. Agreed?" "I wouldn't mind some wine," Frank grinned. "Bobby, I need you to go with me so you can buy the wine since I'm underage. "You got it kiddo," he consented. After making sure that Frank and Jim were going to stay for dinner, Bobby and I traipsed off to the supermarket.

Aside from the food, I had to buy wine glasses because they didn't have any and I had Bobby pick up a good red wine.

The first thing I did was saute some pieces of chicken breast and put them on skewers as appetizers. I brought them out to the guys as they continued to jaw with each other and fool around with their bikes. They loved it. Then I marinated a sirloin steak, grilled it and accompanied it with potato slices with the skins still on and  string beans. I plated it and put it on the table and poured the wine into the glasses. "Come and get it!" I shouted through the screen door. "But wash your hands first!!" I demanded. Like little boys obeying their mothers, they did that and sat down. We toasted the boys who didn't make it home from the war. Then I said, "welcome home, guys." We dug in and they were over the moon about how good it was. 

"Shit Melody, you're going to make somebody a good wife someday," Nick proclaimed. "That's going to be a day that's a long time in coming," II giggled. "I already have a family and they're named Marshall, Gibson and Fender," I added. While the kibitzing was going on, I was making googly eyes at Jim. God,  he was a hottie! He countered my glannces with winks and smiles. We all had a couple more glasses of wine and then we retired to the living room. Nick sparked up a joint while Bobby brought beers out for everybody. After that first joint plus the alcohol, I was wet and horny. My nipples were rubbing the material of my blouse and were erect. I'm sure they were noticeable,  but I didn't know for sure. Nick rolled another spliff and we passed it around. "Hey Melody, why don't you give us lap dances?" Nick proposed. I was really giddy and giggly now and feeling the rushes from the pot hitting me over and over. I was so wet I was perceiving that there was a wet spot in the crotch of my shorts. Whether it was actually visible on the outside or not I had no idea.

I stood up and looked at Frank, who was sitting next to me. I turned my back to him, put my arms straight out and undulated my hips while bending over slightly. Everybody hooted while I spun my body around and bent over toward Frank and gave him a quick peck. I did the same for Bobby and Nick. Jim was sitting on the floor on the other side of the coffee table. I gingerly stepped on top of it since I knew it would take my weight and, after doing a slow shimmy in front of him, I bent over and pulled the top of my blouse down slightly toward the floor to give him a partial visual of my tits. Then I spun around, shimmied and shook and bent over again so he could get up close and personal with my ass. I felt his hands on me and then my hips being pulled downward. I fell off the table and into his lap while giggling like mad. I gave him a quick kiss and then took another toke as the third joint of the night got to me. I had Frank hand me my half finished beer and slugged as much as I could down in one fell swoop. Bobby went to get everybody more beers and handed me one just as I had finished the other one off. We finished the third joint and another one quickly took its place (pot was cheap back then, $10 an ounce)..

I swigged off of the beer and then the blunt reached me again and I took a big draw off of it before chasing it with another swallow from the beer. I was now pretty wasted and was both drunk and stoned. Jim untied the knot in my blouse and I wasn't of any mind to stop him. He started kissing me as he slipped the buttons of the shirt back through the holes.and pulled it off of me, exposing my C cups. I didn't care that the other guys were watching me since Jim had shifted into sucking on my nipples, causing me to sigh in agonizingly slow breaths. After inhaling another dose of weed, I was pretty much reacting by instinct. My entire world narrowed to what Jim was doing with my nipples and my pussy was drenching my shorts. It felt so warm and slick. "Don't bogart that chica man," Nick called. I knew I was in for it now, but I couldn't have cared less. I was just this side of unconscious.

Jim toppled me on to the floor, undid the buttons of my shorts and pulled them off. "No pubic hair man. How old did you say she was?" Frank inquired. "16, dude." "I shave it," I only half consciously drawled. He rolled me over and pulled my hips up so that I was now on all fours. The next thing I felt was Jim's nice big 8.5 inch cock being shoved into  my sopping cunt. God, the sensation when he did that was out of this world! Frank stomped around in front of me and pulled his meat out. Fuck! It was enormous! It had to be nine inches and thick as my wrist. He slid that monster between my lips and I could only get maybe three inches of it in before I gagged. I was so relaxed that my body was kind of limp and I was letting them do whatever they wanted. My vaginal muscles had a grip on Jim's cock that felt amazing and it wasn't long before I felt the voltage of my first orgasm of the day spike in my brain. Frank's huge dick muffled my dreamy screams of ecstasy

Jim continued ravaging my slit while Frank's deep voiced moans rattled around the room and out through the front door, which was still open. My second orgasm soon rent what remained of my senses, putting me in an even greater stupor. I felt Jim extract his cock from my comfort hole. He came, but I didn't feel it. Frank, who obviously didn't get a very satisfying blowjob from me, slipped around back and started endeavoring to insert his massive weapon into me. I was eventually able to take it all, but it took a few minutes for my vagina to stretch enough to accommodate it. The pressure on either side of the opening was immense, but once he got up a good thrusting rhythm, it felt unreal and I was cumming right and left. Nick had scrambled out of his chair and driven his dick between my lips and, like he did the time before, he skullfucked me. My mouth was just kind of hanging open anyway and my body seemed to be one big convulsion because the force 10 friction from Frank's plowing tool was overloading the nerve endings with pleasure signals. "Fuck, this gal is tight!" Frank boomed. Thinking about it now I wonder how much the neighbors heard. I coughed and gagged when Nick's sperm hit the back of my throat. Bobby's cock replaced him, which was a lot easier to handle than Nick's or Frank's. A couple minutes later, as yet another climax was claiming me, Frank pulled out of me after emitting what sounded like a roar, which had to make my opening gape. Bobby wanted my pussy, so he pulled out of my mouth and moved around in back of me while Jim stepped up and stuck his manhood into my yapper. Bobby fondled my tits as he plunged his flesh knife into me, which only added to the carnival of sensations I was experiencing. A few minutes later, after Bobby had blasted his balljuice into me (again, I didn't feel it), he went and got a bottle of Vodka and shot glasses as Nick was lining his prong up with my opening.

Bobby brought the glasses and the bottle into the livingroom with him and poured us each a shot. Jim withdrew his delicious shvanz from my mouth, grabbed one of the shots from Bobby and poured it down my throat while they all downed shots themselves. I coughed since I wasn't used to straight alcohol. Even when I drank a lot in high school, it was always mixed drinks except when I was imbibing Southern Comfort. Then Bobby poured us each another shot and, again, Jim dropped one into my mouth. When I finished hacking, Jim slipped his dick back between my lips just as I began to cum again from Nick's reaming of my pussy. He fucked me for a good while, or so it seemed, before he turned me over again to Frank. Jim spewed into my mouth a few minutes later as my body shivered time and again from the overwhelming orgasms Frank was giving me.

Nick lit up a pinner and passed it around. Bobby had me take a couple of deep tokes off of the joint before passing it back around. This re-energized my high and Bobby was back in my mouth as Frank continued to mercilessly savage my now well battered pussy. At that point, it just became a blur and they fucked me repeatedly in my vagina and my mouth until they were completely spent, which was around 10 o'clock. Bobby let me sleep the drugs and booze off with him. He tried to fuck me in the morning when we got up, but I was just too sore, so he had to make do with a handjob and then I went home.