The venue had been graced by many international stars. Stars like Diana Krall, Stevie Nicks, Nick Cave, Lola Beltran, Céline Dion, Luciano Pavarotti,...the Rolling Stones and of course the Beatles. She looked up at the billboard and noted that underneath the name of band and in similarly bold letting was the phrase 'ALONG WITH A SPECIAL GUEST PERFORMER!'. She wondered who it was because Samantha, acting in her role as agent for the group and now Lucy James, had refused point blank to tell them. Loud thrash metal was playing from a stereo and as I looked through the splinters I could see a massive trucker his cock like a lead pipe pumping into Mariah's mouth as he gripped her stock encased head. Her rear was red with exertion and I could see her sphincter hole puckered and open having just taken a massive stiff hammering.The man was grunting and gasping. His body jerking forward in motion to his thrash guitar compliment. He was coming. I waited till the last second then...Burst in, gun. Something was wrong with his dick. He rolled over and jumped out of bed. He pulled down his briefs and looked. His eyes refused to register what he was looking at. It was impossible.What growing boy hasn’t seen his share of big dicks in porn? But not in real life. Not in the showers at school. And certainly, never before with this view, looking down past his measly pecks and smooth, flat belly. There between his legs was a huge dick. It was soft, but maybe seven or eight inches resting against. Morning, Greta grunted plopping down in a chair and grabbing a plate of food offered to her. The two ate in peaceful silence, overhead some birds cawed loudly and off in the distance they could hear thudding of animal herds running about. You know what we should do, Greta said after sipping her coffee. What? Tami asked as she ate her eggs. After college, we should build a cabin out here. Greta stated. Tami chewed thoughtfully and thought about this. It did sound like a good idea. Sounds.