Breeding the Girl Band

By Kali Lowe

Rick the freelance photographer has been hired to cover an up-and-coming band's show, and while the money isn't that good, he's sure that photographing the three sexy girls in the band will be compensation enough.

But he doesn't know the half of it. When the two music critics he's with score a backstage interview after the show, they find the girls exhilarated after their performance -- not to mention horny. Soon enough, they're demanding that the men please them with their tongues.

As the action heats up, the men find there's just one catch: the girls are fertile and don't want to risk sex. But this just gives Rick an idea. He dares them to play a game of chicken: each girl will take a man bare, and whoever lasts the longest without losing their nerve will win the little game.

Which girl will win? Or will the only winners be the men?

Warning: This story contains adult themes meant for adult readers! Contains content some readers may find objectionable, including MF/MF/MF sex, oral sex, risky unprotected sex, impregnation, and raw bareback sex between three hot girls and three eager men!

Length: 7100 words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kali Lowe
• Release date: Jul 5, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476200897

Kali Lowe

Kali Lowe is a career author and hobbyist musician who loves to apply her overactive imagination toward describing naughty sex scenes in intricate detail. She enjoys writing stories that tease and build gradually into an explosive ending. She lives in New England with her long-term boyfriend and far too many cats. Follow Kali on Twitter @KaliLoweEros tumblr: kalilowe.tumblr.com Email: kali.lowe.eros at gmail

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Breeding the Girl Band

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Breeding the Girl Band

Copyright 2012 Kali Lowe

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Breeding the Girl Band

It was just going to be another simple photography job. And then three horny girls made it a lot more interesting.

This was for a music blog. Not my usual client, and they didn't pay as well as I was accustomed to, but I enjoyed working for these guys anyway. I always ended up in a crowded club surrounded by hot twenty-something girls all trying to draw attention their way. That was never a bad situation to be in. Some of the music was pretty okay, too.

I wasn't alone for this one. The band had agreed to an interview and, let's face it, I'm not much good at talking to people except for the purposes of getting laid, and at that point I wasn't expecting that particular skillset to be of much help. So one of the site's music critics came along, and he was going to conduct the interview backstage after the set. There was also another kid tagging along -- some kind of intern, maybe. I'm guessing he was about twenty, because they drew a black X on his hand when they checked his ID. I guess that made him the designated driver.

It wasn't a big night for the club. The band we had come to see managed to be the headliners despite still being a local act. The music blog had deemed them to be up-and-comers, though, hence our presence. They were called Pussy Whipped, and John, the critic, described them to me as a female empowerment post-punk kind of thing. I thought that had come and gone in the nineties, but I didn't exactly keep up with the scene.

There was just one opening act, and God, it was terrible. Definitely local, doing the death metal thing, lots of hoarse screaming into the microphone and badly tuned guitars they might have picked up for the first time last week. They kept exhorting the audience to crowd toward the stage and get into it, but with the exception of exactly