Ganged by the Band

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  Bella Beaumont

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  I’m With the Band

  Book 3

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or, if real, are used fictitiously.

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Ganged by the Band (I'm With the Band, #3)

  Chapter One | Olivia

  Chapter Two | Lacey

  Chapter Three | Lacey

  Chapter Four | Olivia

  Chapter Five | Lacey

  DARK ROMANCE by Bella Beaumont

  West Coast Kings Series

  Dining with the Enemy

  Solid Revenge

  EROTICA by Bella Beaumont

  Little Big Man Series

  Professor on the Prowl

  In Too Deep

  Professor’s Plaything

  Three’s Company, Four’s a Crowd

  A Teachable Moment

  A Big Hard Lesson

  When in Doubt, Stretch ‘em Out

  Working Out the Kinks

  Put in Her Place

  Forbidden Lust Series

  Played By Him

  Awed By Him

  Used By Him

  Controlled By Him

  Humiliated By Him

  Trained By Him

  Dominated By Him

  Broken By Him

  Enslaved By Him

  The Futa Girl’s Journey Series

  Rose Filled with Love

  Rose Trains Her Professor

  Rose Reveals Her Huge Secret

  Rose Receives Her Punishment

  Rose Gives Him the Shaft

  Rose Submits to Her Prey

  Rose Takes Care of the Nurse

  Rose Falls for a Trap

  Rose Meets Her Match

  Taming Ms. Steele Series

  Punished by the Stud

  Back in the Saddle

  Stable Full of Stallions

  Broken by the Bronco

  Hot to Trot

  Best in Show

  The Futa Girl and the Trap Series

  Big Packages Come in Small Things

  Too Big for Her Britches

  The Bigger They Are, the Harder They Come

  Her Royal Hungness

  Dominated by the Cosplay Cuties

  Give Them an Inch, They Take a Mile

  The Viking’s Hunger Series

  Raiding Her Fertile Garden

  The Taboo Voyeur

  Can’t Stop Won’t Stop

  No Shame in Their Game

  Spilling the Family Secrets

  Stepmothers Know Best

  A Taste of His Own Medicine

  Conflict of Interest

  Triangle of Lust

  Triangle of Lust

  Giving in to Daddy

  My Kinky Fun Summer

  Back in Town, Ready to Pound

  Mounted in the Lion’s Den

  Losing Control of Every Hole

  Making a Sissy

  Not Your Everyday Dom

  Her Big Morning Surprise

  Bonding Over the Bimbo

  For Love’s Sake

  Losing Her to the Alpha

  Business or Pleasure

  Ganged Into Submission

  The Futa Mistress

  Submitting to the Futa Maid

  Tag Teaming the Quarterback

  Putting the Bullies in Their Place

  The Hearts of Carroen (Novel)

  Princess of Thieves

  A New Daddy

  At His Mercy

  Under His Thumb

  Taking What’s Hers

  Back Door Beauties

  Claiming His Property

  Sharing is Caring

  The Billionaire’s Maid

  Dirty Expectations

  Cleaning Up His Mess

  Full Service Housekeeping

  Maid of All Trades

  Master’s Trophy

  Master of the Mansion

  Family Secrets

  Touch Me, Daddy

  Save Me, Daddy

  Punish Me, Daddy

  Own Me, Daddy

  Love Me, Daddy

  Tame Me, Daddy

  Surprise Me, Daddy

  Control Me, Daddy

  Free Me, Daddy

  The Cougar’s Den

  Momma Finds a Cub

  Momma’s Personal Trainer

  Momma Gets Ganged

  Under the Femboy’s Spell

  The Alpha Femboy

  The Femboy’s Bottoms

  The Femboy Breaking Point

  Step Stories

  Dirty Stepbrother Gets His Fix

  Dirty Stepbrother Fits It In

  Dirty Stepbrother Trains Her Well

  Naughty Stepmother Plays Her Hand

  Naughty Stepmother Can’t Get Enough

  Naughty Stepmother from Both Ends

  Filthy Stepdaddy Takes His Girl

  Filthy Stepdaddy Punishes His Brat

  Filthy Stepdaddy Doubles the Fun

  Raunchy Stepson Dominates Them Both

  Kinky Stepdaughter Gangs Her Daddy

  Smutty Stepfamily United at Last

  Stealing Her Man

  Revenge is Best Served Lewd

  Don’t Get Mad... Get Even

  It’s Raining Men

  Keeping It in the Family

  Stepbrother’s Naughty Homecoming

  Stepbrother’s Naughty Schoolgirl

  Stepbrother’s Naughty Betrayal

  Stepbrother’s Naughty Sluts

  Stepbrother’s Naughty Friends

  Stepbrother’s Naughty Pets

  Stepbrother’s Naughty Games

  Stepbrother’s Naughty Control

  Stepbrother’s Naughty Domination

  Lessons in Lust

  After School Training

  After School Punishment

  After School Bonding

  After School Detention

  After School Assignment

  After School Filling

  My Unassuming Stepbrother

  How Do You Do It, Stepbrother?

  What Are You Doing to Her, Stepbrother?

  When Will You Take Me, Stepbrother?

  Where Do You Want Me, Stepbrother?

  Who Wants to Join Us, Stepbrother?

  Why Can’t I Quit You, Stepbrother?

  The Daddy Chronicles

  Needing My Boyfriend’s Dad

  Shared for Dinner

  A Present for Him and His Dad

  Your Dad is My Daddy

  Daddy’s Public Toys

  Besties and Daddies

  Claimed by My Ex’s Dad

  Daddy and His Filthy Friend

  Passed Around by Daddy

  I’m With the Band

  Backstage Meet and Bang

  Banging the Band Mom

  Ganged by the Band

  Chapter One

  Olivia

  THE THICK COCK SLOPS out of my pussy, and with it comes a long rivulet of cum spilling onto the hardwood floor of the van.

  I’m not even sure whose cock it is anymore.

  Is it James Swell’s long, veiny dick, which matches the long-haired bass player’s vascular, slender body and hangs off his body like a third leg?

  Or maybe it’s Adam Fracture’s thick rod? The crazy, huge drummer with the body-builder physique seems most excited to pump me full of his cum every chance he gets.

  Then again, it might be Ty Virus’ big dick. The charming, kinky menace of a lead singer loves to brush his slicked-back hair out of his face as he pummels into me, and I live for the look on his beautiful face when he grits his teeth and slams into me.

  Can it be Rome Skelter’s stupidly huge cock? The guitarist of the band with all those wild tattoos is the most soft-spoken and yet the most intense. He isn’t the tallest, but he makes up for it where it counts and—

  No, it can’t be Rome’s cock. I would have felt the stubs of his Prince Albert piercing as they threaded out of me like anal beads, and I donn’t feel them exiting me as the dick does.

  Then again, my pussy is almost numb at this point. My whole lower half is, from how hard and frequent the men of Caesar’s Last Day have been fucking me.

  We’ve been on the road for nearly an hour after the raucous affair at the diner where I met up with them. And at least one of them has been screwing me, constantly, during the whole drive.

  Barring traffic on the 5-North freeway as we make our way up from San Diego toward the busy roads of Los Angeles, we will get to the band’s hotel in an hour.

  A whole ‘nother hour of this? I think vaguely, leaning my head forward onto the pillows.

  I’m face-down ass-up on the single bed in the back of their tour van. My ass and dripping pussy hang over the edge of the bed, where they’ve positioned me to continuously rail into me as we drive along.

  My pussy feels ragged and ruined. My asshole is gaping—I can feel the air on the widened hole as it breathes and tries to close from the oversized cocks that these boys used on me.

  I can hardly catch my breath, but I finally manage to once the thick tool pulls out of me after filling me with its warm, gooey load.

  I’m so full of cum, I can feel it sloshing around in my belly. It’s a gross realization, but also one that makes me incessantly horny and bothered.

  These men have shown me a new way of life, and after it, I’m not sure I can ever go back to my vanilla lifestyle as a single stepmom back in San Diego.

  I showed up at the meeting at the diner this morning throwing my weight around. Telling them they need to stop pestering and seeing my stepdaughter Lacey, after they fucked the shit out of her last night after their show and left pictures of what they’d done all over her phone.

  I have connections in the music industry, I told them, that could change their lives. They thought they were big now? Ha! They were dreaming in small potatoes, when I could get them some meat that would fall off the bone and they could feast on.

  All they need is a savvy manager. And I can provide success for them beyond their wildest dreams.

  The only requirement is for them to leave Lacey alone.

  As it turns out, acting like a hard-ass businesswoman in a booth with four ruthless, virile young men only made them hot for me. It only bulged their pants with their thick cocks as they pretended to listen to me and watched me make my pitch.

  I had been dressed in a tight black thigh-length dress that I hadn’t fit into in years. But after squeezing myself into the garment, and seeing how it shoved my huge tits together and squashed my ass into a curvy figure, I knew I would be able to use my sexiness to goad these men into doing what I wanted.

  Then, there was a decided shift in the diner.

  It started with Rome Skelter shoving his hand under my dress under the table, and fingerbanging me while the others watched and smirked.

  My inhibitions left me, and the badass manager in me fled like a frail wind. My lust grew to unbelievable proportions—because I had seen what these men were packing from the pictures they’d sent Lacey—and my curiosity got the better of me.

  So they fucked me. Brutally. Right outside the diner in the parking lot, hauling me out of there and bending me over the seats of their van as they kept me half-in and half-outside, bunching my dress at my waist and pumping into my pussy from behind with mad abandon.

  They took turns, at first. One man would fuck me, then another, and so forth.

  Eventually, though, they all wanted a piece of my fat ass and puffy pussy. And as unaware diners left the diner in their droves, the boys of Caesar’s Last Day took it upon themselves to fuck me together. One of them shoved his cock between my tits, while another slammed his dick down my throat. I bounced on a lap full of dick, while the other scooted in and widened my asshole with his cock.

  To say it’s been a life-changing experience would be an understatement. Before today, I’d never had a threesome, let along a fivesome!

  I made my pitch one last time after they were done with me, except I wasn’t coming from a place of leverage this time. I wasn’t trying to extort or blackmail them into anything, because they have just as much evidence of my wrongdoing as I do, now. They know how to get one over on me.

  One of them told me—it was either Ty or Rome, the taskmasters of the group—that the next time I came to them, they want me to bring poor Lacey with me.

  But didn’t that go against the very thing I’m offering? My management and PR skills in exchange for them leaving Lacey alone?

  I told them, “Fine. I’ll do it . . .”

  And that was hours ago.

  They had simply hoisted me into the van to bring along as their little cum-filled fuck-bunny up to Los Angeles for their show tonight.

  Another van is following, filled with their gear and roadies. This one, complete with the bed and little else, is clearly their pleasure palace on wheels.

  And they are making the most of the pleasure palace.

  I feel like I’m in a rough porn movie that will never end. Hung musicians who own and abuse every hole on my body? Check. Tattooed, pierced menaces to society who see themselves as better than everyone else, and think they can do whatever they want? Check. Young bastards who know the world is owed to them because of what’s in their pants, and walk around with the swagger to prove it? You bet.

  All that’s missing was an ending.

  And I feel like the ending isn’t coming anytime soon.

  “Hey, it’s my turn!” yells a voice from the front of the van.

  I know it as James Swell’s voice by the way his Southern California surfer dialect drawls with every other word he speaks.

  “Fine, fine,” says Adam Fracture, the big wild drummer. “I’ve kept it warm for you. But your dick is gonna get sticky with all my cum. Just saying.”

  James scoffs.

  Sounds like I’ve uncovered the mystery of whose been fucking me for the past ten minutes.

  I glance over my shoulder and see Adam Fracture stuffing his huge flaccid dick into his sweatpants. When he gives me a wink and slaps my ass, I yelp.

  Then he smirks and turns away, the outline of his cock swinging against his thighs as he heads down the small hallway to the front of the van.

  James Swell scoots by him in the hall, headed for the small bedroom and my degraded body in a hurry. He’s already hoisting out his long dick and stroking it to an erection before he’s even entered the room. He’s eyeing my pussy like it’s his next meal, licking his lips and smiling as he walks into the room.

  Adam joins Ty Virus and Rome Skelter up front, though I’m not sure which one is driving at this point.

  They cycle through drivers. One of them will keep their eyes on the road so we can make incremental progress up to LA, while the others use me as they see fit.

  So far, I haven’t complained. I’ve had no reason to, since the number of orgasms I’ve had far outweighs any logical thought in my head. I’m not being practical, letting myself get dragged so far from my home—so far from my poor stepdaughter.

  I briefly wonder if these men will ever let me go.

  It seems, now that I think of it, that they never really gave me much of a choice to join them or not. They simply decided they wanted to keep fucking me after the diner incident, and then hauled me off like a kidnapping victim.

  I mean, I’m not complaining. But it’s no way to do business. A bit rude, if I do say so myself.

  Who am I kidding? These boys don’t give a shit about anyone but themselves and their own pleasure. They’re hedonists and voyeurs; exhibitionists and thrill-seekers. That’s probably half the reason they became a band in the first place—to travel the world and bring unsuspecting women like me to their knees, before fucking us silly.

  I’m not an idiot. I’m twice these boys’ age, from what I can tell. And I know how young men are, how horny they get, and what they can do to a woman’s psyche.

  I thought I had been perfectly content at home. Then these guys swagger along with their oversized cocks and bullying attitudes and I simply can’t find a way to say no to them. My body sings for them, just like Ty Virus wails for his adoring fanbase.

  Maybe I should feel lucky. Based on what Lacey has told me, they have hundreds—no, thousands—of women who would give their left leg to be in my place right now.

  On the bed, face-forward, awaiting my punishment from the next big cock that comes my way.

  It’s hotter than sin. It’s also more sinful than sin, because I should be more structures than this. I have a life in San Diego, a good career.

  What the hell am I doing here, halfway to LA, letting these boys ruin me?

  I suppose I’m taking a chance. Going out on a limb and doing something that I never thought I’d be capable of doing. Letting my freak flag fly and joining these boys on a raucous adventure, even if it’s only for a day.

  Lord knows it’ll lead to some crazy stories, if I ever decide to tell anyone about this.

  “Oh, remember that time I had just turned forty and life got boring . . . and then the boys of Caesar’s Last Day showed up for a concert in San Diego? Yeah, well, I let them blow my holes out and break my back fucking me so hard. I thought I was past the age of my kids, but turns out I’m preggers with one of their fucking kids after they pumped my womb full of cum over and over and over again!”

  Yeah. What a story that will be. It’s too bad I have no one to tell it to. No one who will ever know what took place in this lust-van.

 

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