My friend Rachel continues her story...
"Goddess! I was so embarrassed, or should I say bare-assed! But Simone and Raquel were good to me. They wrapped their blanket around me, and Simone picked up my jeans and my thong, which she tucked into her purse.
There must have been a few hundred people staring at the three of us as we shuffled toward the nearest aisle, but I noticed that the audience was mostly women, and many stared at me in open envy.
The security lady was dressed in a dark uniform, almost invisible in the night, but when she led us out of the seating area into the huge hallway that goes around the stadium, I could see that she had been hired for her physical attributes. Her dark brown hair was tied up in a bun, but looked like it would cum half way down her back when released. She was about 5'8" tall, with broad shoulders and a huge chest, at least a 42D. She had major arm muscles, and was a bit thick in the tummy, giving her an aura of power, and a trim tight ass that led to powerful thighs that almost burst her uniform slacks. Her small, embossed name-tag said, "Diane".
This was a woman who was serious about working out. She had no gun or any other weapon, and looked as if she didn't need one. The only things on her belt were a holster for her flashlight, and a pouch that would nicely fit a set of handcuffs.
The music from a local girl band drifted around us as Raquel got in front of me and Simone, between us and the security woman. Suddenly she cried out, "Oh! I think I'm going to puke!" Diane turned around to her, and I will never know exactly what happened in the next two seconds, but it ended up with the security woman face down on the concrete concourse. Raquel was calmly sitting on the guard's shins, which were bent so her feet were over her ass. A moment later, Raquel had the guard's hands cuffed behind her back.
"How did you do that?" I couldn't resist asking.
"In Israel, one still has to go through basic training, before entering other parts of the army." was all the answer she gave, along with a slight smile. Raquel then whispered in the woman's ear, "You are going to take us back-stage. Just tell the door-keeper that we are friends of Miss O'Connor." The security woman only nodded.
We must have looked quite a sight as we approached the back-stage area. But Diane's ID got us safely through. We emerged into the end-zone of the huge football stadium, and the music of the local girl band was barely muffled by the giant back-drop of the stage, right on the goal line. They were pretty good, but most of my attention was on what was happening around me. The seats were empty all around us, since nobody could see the concert from behind the back-drop, and it was sort of eerie.
The stage was on scaffolding about 10' above the ground, so all the women sitting on blankets in mid-field could see. Simone marched ahead to the back of the stage, then took Diane's flash-light and started to weave her way slowly among all the steel bars and braces that held up the stage. The other 3 of us followed slowly, since the security woman was still handcuffed and I was still holding the blanket around my nakedness. But minutes later, the sound of the band was deafening, and we all knew we were right under them.
Simone wedged the flashlight in between some of the stage supports. Then she pushed me up against one of the posts that held up the stage, then stripped the blanket away from me and fell to her knees. She was apparently determined to finish the job she had started in the grandstand. Her tongue speared into my dripping cunt. Goddess! It felt so good as her licking and sucking probed my pussy in time to the pulsing beat of the band over our heads.
Meanwhile, Raquel pushed Diane up against another stage support, directly in the beam of the flashlight.
She ripped open Diane's shirt and pulled it down off her shoulders. Of course the shirt couldn't cum off over the handcuffs, but that didn't seem to matter to Raquel. She used the shirt-tails to tie the security woman in a kneeling position to another of the forest of steel stage supports. With Diane thus secured, Raquel removed Diane's shoes, then undid her belt and pulled her pants and panties down and off. It was awkward, but Raquel clearly knew what she was doing.
I groaned in pleasure from the amazing treatment Simone was giving my clit; while Raquel removed her wrap-around skirt and then pushed her hard little ass back into Diane's face.
It was our own little mini-orgy, right under the stage at Lilith Fair. Simone urged my legs apart, and slid one, two, three fingers up inside my hot wet cunt. I started to moan pretty loud as she finger-fucked me, glad that the noise of the band was sure to drown me out. Simone's teeth tugged at my pussy lips, and I almost melted because it felt so fabulous. Her fingers knew exactly how to find my G-spot, and I started to cum all over her hand and her chin. Then abruptly she changed tactics, pulling her fingers out of my sopping snatch and replacing them with her thumb. Her well-lubricated middle finger slid smoothly up inside my ass hole, and she held me like a bowling ball as her tongue returned to suck my clit. I just kept on cumming and cumming under her expert ministrations.
I was too busy with my own pleasure to really watch Diane and Raquel, but from what I sort of remember, Diane must have been a truly talented ass-licker. Sometimes a bit more of her forehead disappeared, as she was obviously sucking at Raquel's pussy. At other times I could almost see her nose as she jabbed her tongue into that trim little ass.
It was crazy, with the howling of the all-girl rock band only a few feet above our heads, and Simone bringing me off so I should have been satisfied. But just watching Diane do Raquel made me horny all over again. I needed the taste of pussy. So I stepped around Simone and threw myself on the ground between Raquel's wide-spread legs, then slowly inched my way along the grass until my head bumped hard against Diane's thighs. She immediately got the idea that I wanted in, and spread her legs to accommodate me.
I reached to grab anything I could find to pull my face up into Diane's crotch, and the only thing my hands could reach was Raquel's little tube top. I didn't care that I was stretching it all out of shape.
I needed the taste of girl juice, and there was the fountain, only inches above my face. The moment I plunged my tongue into Diane's furry snatch, my whole mouth was engulfed in woman wetness. No matter where I licked, there was some other place that offered more fuck fluid, and it dribbled down my cheeks and my chin and her wet curly pubes even got up my nose. But I didn't care.
Even as I gobbled at Diane's lush garden, Raquel bent over further and started in on the treatment Simone had been providing. I screamed my lust into Diane's pussy as I felt Raquel's teeth gently bite my clit. I kicked my legs around like a madwoman, and any other girl would have knocked out by my thrashing knees. But Raquel was a professional at controlling other women's bodies.
With one hand I let go of Raquel's top, wanting to pull myself up harder against Diane's cunt. I tried to get a grip on the security lady's ass cheeks, but our combined sweat wouldn't let me. So I slid two fingers into her anus, and that did the trick.
So where was Simone as the three of us thrashed around in our awkward daisy-chain of lust? Cool as a cucumber, she was indulging in her voyeuristic pleasure, leaning back against a steel post and masturbating herself with one hand as she watched the other three of us writhing in ecstasy in the beam of the flashlight.
Abruptly Diane shrieked her orgasm into the middle of the understage cavern, and Raquel came at the same time, her face lifting from my gushing pussy. At that exact moment, the final song of the local girl band came to a crashing conclusion, and the amplified screams of both Raquel and Diane filled the stadium. Female voices yelling, "Do me! Yes! Ohhhhh!" and, "Oh, fuck Yeah! That's so gooooood!" echoed through the night.
Raquel and I scrambled to get decent, with me just grabbing that old grey blanket. Then I noticed that Simone was pointing the flashlight straight up. There, fastened with a lot of duct tape to the underside of the stage, was a microphone, obviously meant to pick up the bass drum. "Ladies", Simone whispered calmly, "I suggest we get going." So we three ran off into the night, leaving poor Diane still handcuffed and almost naked, and tied by her shirt to the stage post."
My friend Rachel told me later that apparently the sound engineer for the concert was running a pirate tape, and caught every bit of the sounds of their lust under the stage. Neither Rachel or I have never heard that recording, but if you buy one somewhere on the black market, I think you owe a few bucks to Diane.