Once everyone's bodily fluids/horniness were/was tapped out and all the equipment loaded out, we boarded our respective buses and set the controls for our next stop, Annapolis. "You  kicked ass tonight, Misty!" was the consensus of the band's members. "And you looked amazing naked!" "Just trying to fit in," I giggled. "Man, I bet that guy wasn't expecting what he got when he came to the show tonight. That's every guy's dream right there!" our drummer, Jason Milner, rightly observed.

Four hours later, we arrived at our hotel and everyone went to bed. We were all up by noon for lunch. The road crew then departed for load in. But before they left, our road manager took me aside and said that their lawyers had advised them that if I was going to have sex after the shows that it would have to be with guys or girls in my own age bracket and in a separate room. Also, I was no longer allowed to party with the rest of the band since I was still a minor. I wouldn't even be able to enter the area under the stage now. I understood the band's position, but I sure as shit didn't like it.

How the girls in the road crew were now expected to broach the subject of sex with me was the following. "You know, I think Misty would quite like you. How old are you? Do you want to meet her? Now just on the off chance she wants to have sex with you, would you be interested?" 

Therefore, that night, when we came off stage, I had to stand to one side of it and wait for the others until they came out again, which is not great for band unity. Once the concert was over, there would be a group of teenage guys in what was euphemistically called "Misty's tune up room." I would shake hands, hug them, do the  whole meet and greet spiel, pull one aside, proposition him and get naked. Then I would sit on a couch in the room (it was part of our rider) open my legs and they would fuck me.

Before I departed my home to go on tour, I left a message on my You Tube channel for Kevin to go to will call when we got to Wilmington. Moreover, if those passes were picked up, he was immediately to be taken backstage. So when we got to that city, I was on pins and needles the whole time. He did see my message and, just before the first band of the night was to go on, one of our security people escorted him into my tune up room. However, his girlfriend Tina was also with him. They met just after he moved into his new home and that was why he never sent me any email or anything. When he came up and hugged me, he whispered into my ear, "hello slut." "Hi Master," I whispered back. "I always thought that I would be coming to see you in concert sometime, Misty, but not with Powerchain!" "Yeah, it's weird how things happen sometimes." I giggled.  I was dressed in my white leather bustier/skirt outfit with white thigh high stockings and four inch heels. His girlfriend was okay, but not in my league. He was still playing guitar, which was good. Tony and I gave him a guitar lesson and his girlfriend looked peeved when we had a little jam together.

He was able to watch me play and that was my proudest moment of the whole tour. After the gig was done, I saw him backstage one more time. "I love you Master," I whispered in his ear. "I love you, too, slut," he rejoindered in mine. We took lots of pictures together, some with the band. Of course, I had my roadies forego recruiting cock for me that night. I cried when one of our security accompanied him and his girlfriend to his car.

We had a day off after that emotional night, thank God. Because next up was Philadelphia and after that was two nights at Madison Square Garden. At all three of those shows, I heard a lot of, "let's see your tits" and "we want Darrell (Stieb, their former guitarist/keyboardist) back." Oh well, it comes with the territory. I was still bummed out about having to leave Kevin behind, too, even though I tried not to show it. We played really well. The album was in the Top Ten in Billboard, too. It would ultimately sell two million copies in the U.S. and God only knows how many individual track downloads there were. Since I wasn't part of the making of it, though, I didn't see one dime from iit.

When we reached Cleveland, my sex drive revived and  my female roadies were again picking out hot guys for me to fuck backstage. There were actually some black guys in the audience that night, unusual even for a band that used rap elements in its sound. The girls brought back a nice 17 year old chocolate  daddy with a nine inch dick for me to enjoy.. After I posed for photos with the other boys, gave them some merch and had them ushered out the backstage door, me and Calvin got down to business. We both removed our clothes and I dropped to my knees to taste that fine cock of his and feel it expand in my mouth. The gland that controlled the amount of lubrication in my pussy went into overdrive as I tried to get all of his monster prong into my oral cavity. I rammed my mouth hard down the length of his schlong on each instroke but couldn't get all of it in. That became a challenge for me and he was grunting and moaning at a high volume. "Fuck, you really know how to suck dick," he rasped as the sensitivity of his penis increased until he flooded my yapper with his spunk. "Oh shit, girl, you got mad dick suckin' skills!" he sighed after the tension in his balls had been relieved.

I removed my stage outfit, which that night was a satin zip up jacket that extended down to about my navel, a satin mini skirt and heels along with white lacy underwear, and my boobies wiggled out in front of him. "Damn! Those are epic titties!" he burbled and he mauled them with his mouth as I laid on the couch. He shoved two skinny fingers up inside my cunt and rubbed my upper wall while his mouth sucked and licked my nipples. Fuck, this was just what I needed after two weeks without sex! I ran my fingers through hs spongy close cropped hair. Shit, he was one handsome guy and I pulled his head off of my milk ducts so he could kiss me. We spent a few minutes sucking face while my body shook with an orgasm his fingers induced in me.

"Come on baby, let me feel what you're packin'," I begged and he turned me around so that I was on my knees on the couch while holding on to the back of it. He jabbed his long dong into me and I let out a long, pleasured sigh as he started railing me. "Ohhhh fuck baby, God, that feels so good!" I praised. "You like black dick girl?" he inquired. "God yes, but I don't get nearly enough of it," I informed him. He opened up the engine in his hips and rammed it into me harder and faster, adding occasional slaps. "You gettin' a man's dick now, baby," he declared as my vaginal muscles clenched his invader. "Oh fuck oh fuck, God baby, I'm going to cum!"I squealed and then my head fell into the back of the couch as it sapped all the strength inside me, my pubic muscles trembling like jello. For the next 20 minutes, he reamed me a treat and I had half a dozen orgasms as his spelunker scraped the walls of my pink cave so pleasurably until he gooped it up with his sticky cream.

"Hey baby, can you come to our next show in Cincinnati?" I panted after he finished. "Nah man. Cincinnati cops are really racist and I ain't risking that shit just for some pussy," he shot back. "How about Columbus?" I wondered. "Yeah, it's kind of a hike, but I think me and my posse can do it." I put him and his buddies on the guest list with limited access passes and told him to come back after the show was over. I gave him a benjamin in case his friends split on him so he could take a cab home.

I cleaned myself up before we left the hall that night, but when we got to our next hotel, I was still dripping cum into my panties. He had definitely fired his sperm deep into me. The guy I chose in Cincinnati I just sucked off because I wanted to save my pussy for another good blacking the next night.

In Columbus, I strutted and shimmied up a storm on stage trying to tease Calvin and his contingent, who were stationed in the third row. Once the show ended, Calvin and four of his friends swaggered backstage and were guided to my tune up room. "Hey girl!" he grinned and I hugged him and his fellow travelers. "Why don't you get that shit off and show my boys what you got," he demanded. I did as I was asked. "Shit, that is one fine white girl!" his friend Thomas exclaimed. "Yeah, those are some quality titties!" another buddy, Tremaine, evaluated. "Okay girl, time for you to get on some dick!" Calvin commanded and I went to my knees, my D cups bouncing as I did so. They all disrobed and, between them there must have been four feet of cock. I fondled Calvin and his pal LeSean's fundaments while Tremaine shoved his meat stick into my mouth. I felt another hand squeezing and rubbing my right breast. Tremaine grasped both sides of my head and skullfucked me. "Yeah, that's it man, make her  take that dick!" Calvin rooted his compatriot on. His prong repeatedly penetrated my throat and withdrew. I felt my hips being pulled up while the fifth guy, Deion, lined up his baby maker and impaled me on it. "Fuck man, look at this whore," LeSean laughed as I was being skewered. God, it was so hot.

My hands were now on the floor and as my chin was being slapped  by Tremaine's balls and and my twat was being used as a pleasure instrument by Deion, who was a good ten inches. "Shit, she can really take dick," Thomas noted. Tremaine erupted into my mouth and I swallowed it down. He was quickly stood in for by Thomas, who was also ten inches, who also skulfucked me. The marked friction from Deion's long rod had me cumming hard, my screams silenced by Thomas being down my throat. Deion finally got himself off inside me, unleashing a tide of his sperm filled jam. Calvin took his turn and quickly entered my gaping opening. "Oh yeah, I remember this hole," he joked, causing his posse to crack up. Each time he pumped his shaft into me more of Deion's semen squished out of me and on to the floor. Thomas was ready to go off now and extracted his missile from my piehole and jizzed my face with it. Now it was LeSean's opportunity to have his manhood comforted by my lips and tongue. He was the smallest of the lot, a little over eight inches. He nonetheless torqued his deadly dangler between my lips with gusto as Thomas' cum left whitish streaks as it dripped off my cheeks and forehead. Calvin was making me climax like a freight train until he bombarded my tender bunker with round upon round of manjuice.

Tremaine was hard again and he plunged his fuckstick into me, his weapon sliding in and out of me easily due to both my wetness and all the cum in it. This gangbang went on for another hour until our road manager knocked on the door and said it was time to leave the hall. We all reclaimed our clothes. Of course, I was a total mess. I had cum dripping out of me, some had been shot into my hair and I had to wipe some more off my face, which ruined my makeup. The taste of semen was also strong on my mouth. The guys in the band had been screwing groupies or getting orally or digitally serviced by them during the same time I was with Calvin and his group of magnificent cocksmen  When I boarded the bus, our singer joked, "well, look what the cat dragged in." Until I was able to get a shower at the hotel, all I was able to smell was cum.

In late August, they brought in a tutor for me since I was going to miss my entire junior year of high school due to the tour. She would tutor me in the morning and then was under strict orders to get lost afterward. In fact, she was always put in a different hotel from the band and crew and wasn't allowed to be in our hotel once my lesson was over. She was definitely not permitted to be at our shows. The education she was giving me was pretty much worthless. After a while, I just bribed her off with $200 a week under the table above what the band's management was paying her to stay out of my hair. Then she would send complete bullshit reports to my school about my academic progress.

September 2nd, I turned 16 and we pulled into Topeka after playing in St. Louis the night before. They threw a party for me at the hotel, during which they complimented how well I had played on the tour and revealed that they were seriously contemplating drafting me in as a fulltime member. They didn't seem to be jealous of all the attention I was getting because of my looks, let alone my ability. I had already done a number of interviiews with guitar magazines and websites as well as just general interest rock magazines. When we appeared on the Howard Stern show on Sirius satellite radio, he leered that I was "a nice piece of ass," which brought a a rebuke from his producer because I was still only 15. It was a lot of fun, though. Howard is the best interviewer in the business. He asked if I was bringing boys backstage and I took the fifth on that, which cracked everybody up. "What kind of guys do you like?" he pondered. "I like a lot of different type of guys, Howard," I began. "But the two things I really like are brains and drive. You definitely wouldn't have been alone if I was going to high school with you," I flattered. "I would have taught you how to use your mouth so that we could work around your small cock, though" I needled. That had everybody in hysterics.

Because of that interview and all the guys I was allowing to screw me on tour, a lot of rumors began circulating about my sexual proclivities, which only added to my mystique, which I knew it would.