Groupie Stories Novels & Stories

I had already gotten a taste of the group's hostility, and I didn't want to experience it again. Brian took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of piercing blue eyes. "Let me tell you a story," he said, his voice low and serious. "That group of women, they used to be part of a gang on the outside. They were involved in all sorts of criminal activity, from robbery to extortion." Zoe nodded, her eyes wide with emphasis. "And then, one of them got caught and ratted out the rest of the gang. They all ended up in here, and they've been causing trouble ever since."

And I quickly reminded myself, I needed a bat, not a glove, regardless of how pretty she was, or the fact that she could make straight women pant, she couldn't drive it out of the park without anything to swing. The moment I set my purse on the high-top Roma had secured for our group, Ronnie and Trish started up again about a baby and pregnancy. No one else seemed at all shocked by the topic and even joined in supporting Trish. I'd entered the Twatlight Zone, and I needed to escape. The wine I'd consumed at home only served to dull my senses but not drown out the insanity coming from my best friend's mouth. "Giselle, you look amazing. Jesus, I hope I'm in that great of shape at your age."

The other women smile sadly and nod in commiseration, clearly understanding what the other has been through and not telling them they’re wrong for staying or accusing them of not leaving when they should. “This is why Group is so important. We all have similar stories and can relate to each other in a way that no one else will truly fathom unless they’re gone through it.” “How long did you stay?” Annie asks. She was with her husband for 20 years. Annie’s story is the first I’ve come across that is eerily similar to mine. We had both put up with our abuser for an extended period.

The Got Stories replied immediately: [Got Stories]: “Of course I know him! Rumor has it GG Group’s latest drug has severe side effects—they’ve lost millions in compensation.” The whole forum exploded. Even Harper felt her curiosity spark. The comments flooded in—people begging the Got Stories to spill more—but the Got Stories kept teasing, refusing to reveal everything. “This person knows things they shouldn’t,” Carissa said, impressed. “They’re not some random gossip account.” Harper frowned, unease settling in her gut. “Can we even trust any of this?” “Maybe, maybe not,” Carissa said. “But what if they do know Chaser Boy’s secret?”

“That’s it… eat each other’s pussies. Fuck, I’m so hard watching my stepsister and stepmom like this.” Sarah lifted her head long enough to gasp, “Come closer, Jake. Stroke that big cock for us.” He did, moving right beside the couch. I could see his heavy balls swinging as he jerked himself, precum dripping. The sight made me lick Sarah even harder. We shifted slightly, still in 69 but now rubbing our pussies together too. Sarah pressed her soaked cunt directly against mine—hot, slippery, clit to clit. We tribbed hard, grinding in messy circles, our juices mixing as our pussies kissed and slid together. The friction on my clit was intense, building fast.

There was gradually less need to provide me with medications when I felt low. One Saturday she asked me if I was ready to go with her on a trip to visit some friends. It was a cold rainy day but we eventually arrived at her church where the friends were gathered . It was a social gathering made up of a group of people with bitter frightening experiences like I had gone through. She introduced me to the members of the group . Several members stood up to share with us experiences they went through in the past and efforts they had taken to wipe of these memories. Many of them had physical scars to show from their experiences. One cheerful pretty lady had her leg amputated as a result of he

I trusted her mom. If I was a shallow guy I’d care more about her confession to try and scam me. But the reality was that happened to me all the fucking time. Groupies always wanted cash. They wanted gifts. They assume you’ve got it all and you’re willing to share it. We usually do. Hell sometimes strip clubs that knew we were coming to town would call Slade ahead of time and beg for our business. Sometimes we bought out the place for the night, making sure every lady went home with stacks of cash for giving us a private party.

"Why are you so worried about my sex life, huh? Are you so hard up yourself you have to worry about mine all the time?" Geni gives her a look. I've seen this look before. The verbal sparring is about to be taken to a whole new level. "I know all about you, Tiffany," she says. "I've seen the pictures. It's interesting how many times you're in the background of candid pictures of the team, coming out of a hotel room. And yet you're never, ever with the same player." Tiffany scowls but doesn't say a word as Geni continues. "The thing is," she says, "the dynamic of a groupie fascinates me. I've done a lot of reading about them. It's so funny the things you can find on the internet. Tell me, whic

I tell him what he doesn’t want to hear. “I wasn’t the only guy she fucked. I fucked her once. God only knows who she fucked at the other three concerts where she earned her way backstage,” he spits out. “She claims it’s mine. She’s looking for the biggest fish to get her payday.” While I don’t like his slut-shaming the woman, groupies allow many types of men to enjoy certain favors to gain the access they seek. I’ve heard security and roadies brag about blowjobs and sex from women desperate to get to the band.

“Broke all his fingers. His balls. Made sure he never touched a girl again.” I smile, not able to help myself. “I don’t know why, but you did sound weirdly satisfying.” “Oh, it was. It really, really was.” She tells me more about the other members of her group, and I realize they all have been victims of some sort of abuse. I couldn’t help but wonder. “And what about you?”