Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and not meant to reflect the sexual tastes of Gretchen Wilson or Fergie. This is a quick story inspired by the Super Bowl Pre-game. Gretchen Wilson, Charlie Daniels Band, Black Eyed Peas and Earth, Wind, & Fire preformed. After the performance Will I Am from the Black Eyed Peas forgot to mention Gretchen’s name. Feedback is welcome at or at the CSSA boards. Enjoy.
Super Snub (FF, slight anal, spanking)
Divadjen77
Gretchen Wilson was fuming. She should have been on top of the world. A year ago, no one knew who she was but a hit country album and a performance
at the Super Bowl Pre-game show should have changed that. Apparently, Black Eyed Peas didn’t get the memo. After She performed with Black Eyed Peas, Earth Wind & Fire, and Charlie Daniels on the pre-game show on Fox, the Black Eye Peas thanked Earth, Wind, and Fire. They thanked Charlie Daniels Band. The one name they didn’t say was Gretchen Wilson and she was going to make sure they wouldn’t forget it.
She has spent at least half an hour wondering around the bowels of Alltel Stadium in Jacksonville, still wearing the #27 Muzic Mafia Jersey and blue jeans from the performance. A fat security guard was directing people on stage for the National Anthem. She walked up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. “Where’s the Black Eye Peas?” she said.
“I’m sorry, I can’t give out that information,” said the distracted security guard but when he turned to face Gretchen, his eyes lit up. “Oh, I’m sorry Miss Wilson. They went to their bus except for the, um, the girl.”
“The girl? You mean Fergie?”
“Okay.” He flipped through some papers on his clipboard. “Yeah, that’s her. She was just by here looking for you. I sent her over to your tour bus.”
“Thanks.” Gretchen turned to leave and the busy security guard made the time to watch her go.
She got back to her bus. Her back up band was gone. “Probably hanging out with Charlie Daniels and watching the game,” she thought. “Fuck, that’s where I should be.” The door to the buss hung open and rattled against the side. Gretchen slowed down and cautiously walked up the stairs into the bus. At first, she just barely saw Fergie bent over at the hip, flipping through her CD collection. She paused and starred at Fergie’s round ass. Fergie wore dark brown leather, micro shorts, a pink sleeveless t-shirt, and gold stiletto heeled boots. Gretchen shook her head clear and cleared her throat.
Fergie looked over her shoulder to Gretchen and said, “Nice bus.”
Gretchen folded her arms. “What are you doing?”
“I mean it. This is nice. You got the big bed in back, love the velvet sheets. We’ve got these tiny bunks.” She held her hands up on either side of her face and squinted a little. Gretchen just glared. “Anyway, I just wanted to drop by and apologize for Will forgetting you.”
“He did?” Gretchen narrowed her eye as she stared at Fergie. “I hadn’t noticed.”
Fergie pouted and said, “I brought a peace offering.” She walked over to a padded, black leather loveseat, reached below where Gretchen could see, and pulled up a bottle of red wine. It must have been in a bucket of ice because water was beading off it. “Got any glasses?” she asked as she shook it back and forth and batted her eyes.
Gretchen chuckled and dropped her hands down. “Yeah, above the microwave. Their plastic.” She closed and locked the door.
Fergie blew a her a kiss. “Got to love plastic,” she said and turned to get two small blue cups. Gretchen made herself comfortable on the loveseat. “You know Gretchen, we actually had have a lot in common.” Fergie popped the cork. “We’re the only girls on our tours.”
Gretchen played with the ice cubes. “Surrounded by cute sweaty boys all day and if we do anything about it, we’re won’t be taken seriously. Catch-fucking-22.”
Fergie poured the drinks. “That would be the other reason I dropped by. Us girls have to stick together.” Fergie turned back to Gretchen just as Gretchen tossed a few ice cubes. One bounced off her forehead while the other hit her cheek. “Alright,” she said, “no wine for you.” Fergie turned and put the glasses back on the counter.
Now Gretchen pouted. “Then you’ll just have to find another way to make it up to me.”
Fergie turned back and smiled. “I think I can handle that.” Fergie slinked over to Gretchen. They kissed, trading tongues. Gretchen’s hands roamed over the smooth, soft leather of Fergie’s shorts. Fergie got her hands under Gretchen’s jersey and lifted it up and over Gretchen’s head. They kissed some more and moaned on each other. “Let me taste you,” Fergie whispered. Gretchen didn’t answer rather guided Fergie’s head south. Fergie quickly undid Gretchen’s large belt but struggled to get Gretchen’s tight blue jeans down. The blue cotton panties, though, didn’t offer nearly the resistance. “Fergie slipped off the panties and held them in front of her face, inhaling deeply. “Hmmm. So pretty.”
“Shut up and lick me,” Gretchen’s husky voice ordered. Fergie wasted no time getting her tongue deep in Gretchen’s pussy. “Fuck yeah,” Gretchen moaned. She started to breath hard. “God, yes.” Gretchen arched her back and undid her bra. She twirled it around and threw it over by the microwave. Fergie took the opportunity to grab an ice cube. She put it in between her teeth and slipped it up Gretchen’s pussy. “God!” Gretchen yelped. She grabbed her modest breasts and held on as Fergie teased her pussy with more ice. Fergie worked her tongue in deep, only pausing long enough to slip in more ice. Somewhere in the back of Gretchen’s mind, she wondered if all the melted ice would damage the leather on the loveseat but when Fergie pushed a slim ice cube past her puckered asshole all thought was eradicated from her mind. “Fuuuckin’ YESSS!” she yelled. Fergie did her best to lick up Gretchen’s cum as the excess smeared down her chin.
“I love the taste of cum,” she said. She stood up in her stiletto heels. “Almost as much as I love coming.”
Gretchen looked Fergie up and down. “You’re wearing far too many clothes,” she said as she reached down to rub her pussy. “Strip for me.”
Fergie lifted up one leg and put the heel flat against the wall just over Gretchen’s head. “Like what you see?” Gretchen licked her lips and nodded. “Then hold on, these things are tight.”
Gretchen leaned forward to smell the mix of leather and pussy. She wrapped her arms around Fergie’s leg, her fingers smearing a little of her own pussy juice along Fergie’s inner thigh. Gretchen licked the leg clean as she slowly kissed her way down Fergie’s leg. Fergie’s head rolled back and she moaned softly. Gretchen locked her arms around the tiny high-heeled boot and as Fergie slowly pulled out her foot Gretchen’s tongue left a shiny trail down to Fergie’s toes. “That was nice,” she said. She put her foot back on the floor and raised the other in air. “I got one more.”
Gretchen’s mind was starting to clear and one thought was making it’s way through the haze. She thought, “Enough teasing.” Gretchen yanked off the boot, jumped up and kissed Fergie driving her back into the bathroom door. “You’re still,” Gretchen said pulling Fergie’s pink t-shirt up and off, “wearing too many clothes.” Gretchen kissed her again, teasing each other’s tongues. Gretchen used her body and tongue to turn Fergie toward the bed.Gretchen pressed forward, forcing Fergie to back pedal. The big bed got to Fergie quicker than she expected and she fell backwards on it with Gretchen falling on top of her. A wild, almost primal look gleamed in Gretchen’s eye as nearly ripped off the leather shorts and tan thong. Fergie made the most of the moment to slip off her black sports bra. Gretchen still had the wild look when she told the curvy brunette, “Turn over.”
Fergie cocked her head and asked, “Why”
“You said you wanted to make it up to me” Gretchen flipped her long dark hair out of her face and said “Turn over.” Fergie still wasn’t sure but flipped over onto her stomach. Gretchen leaned back down and nibbled on Fergie’s ear. Her hands roamed over Fergie’s back and caressed her round ass. Gretchen slid down to the end of the bed. She grabbed Fergie’s hips and pulled her down so her ass was folded over the edge of the bed. Gretchen continued to sooth a nervous Fergie by placing light kiss in the small of her back and along her ass. Gretchen raised her hand high in the air and gave a Fergie’s ass a hard, sharp spank.
“Ouch!” Fergie said as a red mark developed on her ass. Gretchen spanked her again. “Hummm, I like that.”
This time Gretchen slapped her with the other hand as she asked, “What’s my name?” Fergie moaned. Gretchen spanked her harder. “That’s not my name.”
“Gretchen FUCKING Wilson!”
“That’s better.” Gretchen massaged Fergie’s tender ass, the cheeks gently pulled apart and the pussy lightly licked along the length. Gretchen then straightened up and rubbed Fergie’s clit. “Now,” Gretchen said. Fergie cooed thanks to Gretchen’s delicate touch. Gretchen opened the drawer of the nightstand. “I’m going to ask you a question.” She reached into the nightstand to bring out a ten-inch vibrator. Fergie could hear it turned on but it’s size was still a mystery for her. Gretchen let it glide over Fergie’s ass and upper thigh. The vibes filling her core and making her pussy drip with anticipation. Gretchen said, “I call him ‘Hank.’ Get the question right and you get Hank.”
“Yesss, please.”
Gretchen smiled wickedly. “Get it wrong,” Gretchen continued grazing the vibrator across Fergie’s asshole, making Fergie squirm, “and you get Hank.” Fergie nodded. “Name one of my songs?” Gretchen paused a moment. She then licked Hank and spat on Fergie’s asshole.”
“Hey! Give me a minute.” Gretchen didn’t seem to be waiting. She was lining up Hank when Fergie said. “Is one something like ‘Here for the Party’?”
“Correct. Although it was the one I performed today but I’ll let it countTurn over.”
Fergie quickly flipped over. With a big, lusty smile she said, “Give me Hank, you redneck woman. I feel like doing more than just thinking about cheating.” Her legs spread wide open. Gretchen used one hand to delicately spread open Fergie’s already damp lips. “Hmmm.” Gretchen used the other hand to line up Hank and push him in. “Oh Gawd!”
“Damn, she’s tight” Gretchen though. Fergie’s backed was arched and her eyes closed in a mix of pleasure and pain. Gretchen wild looked faded to as almost motherly look. “Don’t worry,” She said. “I’ll go slow.”
“Fuck that. Fuck me now!” Gretchen shrugged her shoulders.
“You asked for it.” She then licked Fergie’s clit and fucked her pussy as fast and hard as she could.
“FUUUCCKK. Give it to me, fuck, fuck, yess, like that.”
With the vibrator bussing away, Fergie barley noticed Gretchen stopped licking her clit and moved up to lick her large tits. Gretchen hand one hand kneading one tit, her tongued flicked over the tit’s hard nipple, and her other hand worked Hank in and out of Fergie’s dripping pussy. “Cum for me, baby,” she said with Fergie’s nipple in her teeth. She kissed Fergie and said again, “Cum for me. Cum for me.”
“Oh Fuck, I’m Cummminggg!” Fergie shook from head to toe.
When she calmed down, Gretchen whispered in her ear, “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
“You have no idea.” The kissed a few more times before Fergie said, “I should get back to my bus. See you at the Grammies?”
Gretchen laughed and said, “I hope so and if your band can remember my name, I’ll have my Muzic Mafia pals Big & Rich, show you how Big got his name.”
The End