Johnny Living Dangerously
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Copyright © 2011 C.J. Ellisson
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ISBN 978-0982661086
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PUBLISHER’S NOTE
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Special thanks to the writers on the Everything Erotic team who edited my work and who encouraged me to finish this novella and get it out to readers. Thanks for being such great friends, Danielle, Boone, M.K. and Greta! I never could have done it without your help.
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Johnny
Smoke and tired country music snake their way to me as I push open the back door of the bar. The dim light makes the hallway appear in twilight, even though it’s mid afternoon.
“Johnny, honey? Is that you?”
A cigarette-roughened voice calls to me from the manager’s open office door. Before I have a chance to respond, a bleached-blond head sticks out and a heavily made up woman scans me from head to toe.
“Hey, Carla.” I answer. “Yeah, I’m checking to make sure the equipment is set up right before our gig tonight.”
“Come on back and see me when you’re done, ‘kay?” She bats her black spiky eyelashes at me.
“Sure thing.” I walk past the owner and sure enough, her hand comes out to give me a light pat on the ass.
“Looking good, Johnny.”
There’s really nothing I can say to that which won’t make me sound arrogant, so I give her a smile over my shoulder and a mumbled thanks as I continue into the main bar area. The stage is off to the left, set only a foot or so higher than the main floor.
The drum set with the band’s name, Butt Boy and the Receptacles, painted in orange on the largest drum facing out, looks good. As does the wiring, cords, and connections to the two guitars and keyboard. Lead singer for an all-girl band wearing hot pants may sound like a joke, but I’m having the time of my life and hope the string of paying gigs doesn’t dry up anytime soon this summer. And since I don’t wear the hot pants, I’m cool with it.
By nine p.m. tonight, this run-down place will be hopping before the customers know what hit them. I wind my way through the tables, nodding to one or two die-hard afternoon drinkers on the way. Back to the narrow hallway and in a few steps, I’m next to the small office. There’s a beat-up leather couch, and a tired-looking desk with an armless chair in front for visitors. A tap on the doorframe brings Carla’s attention to me. I lean against the opening, waiting to hear what she needs.
“Come on in, darling. And shut the door.” She smiles at me as she stands, smoothing a short, black skirt over her rounded hips.
I do as she asks and head to her desk. “Having issues with tonight?”
She runs a manicured hand up the side of my arm and pats me on the shoulder. “No, no issues.” Warmth lingers in her blue eyes, a touch of mischief in their depths. “I was wondering how you came up with your band’s name?”
Uh-oh. The campy, tongue-in-cheek name was meant as a publicity stunt, but the expression on her oval-shaped face and the lingering touch on my arm tell me she’s interested. “It’s just for shits and giggles,” I answer.
Her resting hand curves over to my back and trails down to my denim clad butt. “Are you sure? You certainly have a nice ass.” She emphasizes the statement with another pat. “I couldn’t help noticing in these snug jeans.”
How far do I want to let this go? My secret desire may be to fuck every one of my gorgeous band members in the ass by the end of this summer, but I don’t want to mess up our jobs by dallying with an owner who employs us. Word could get out and then gigs may get cancelled.
“Umm... uh, thanks. The band name really was meant as a goof.” I stand perfectly still, wondering where she’s going to takes this. Her hand is no longer resting on my ass, but gently caressing, causing my cock to stir and take notice. After all, Carla has enough cleavage on display to tempt any sane man.
“Like what you see?” Her voice drops deeper as she presses one large, soft breast into my bicep.
“You’re a beautiful woman, how could I not?” I say.
She reaches out and grabs my left hand, bringing it up to cup her gently. “Go ahead, baby. I’ve been dying to touch you since the second you came in asking to play.”
Well, this is certainly a first. I’m glad most of the other bar owners are guys or this could get really awkward. Her breast feels full and heavy in my palm, giving slightly as I press gently, searching for a nipple to tease with my thumb. My cock starts to lengthen and harden, wondering if it’s going to get to come out and play.
Carla rubs my growing firmness over the button-fly of my jeans. “These hug you like they were made to fit your cock.” She grabs the top edge and pulls the pants quickly, proving exactly why the button-fly is still my favorite jean of choice: quick release.
Cool air hits the heated skin of my dick as I spill out of my pants.
“Oh, no underwear—you bad boy. You must have been hoping this would happen.” She takes a firm grip on my woody, like she’s afraid it will run away or something.
Secretly, I’ve been hoping to bang Ginger, the spicy, redheaded guitarist that joined the group last week. Fumbling to escape boxers or briefs can ruin a moment. But I always go with no underwear on a day I’m scheduled to perform. Makes me sit up and take notice of the girls in the audience more.
Carla starts to stroke my cock in slow motions. “Ever hopeful,” I say before a sigh escapes. “That’s me.” Reaching up a few inches, I peel the clingy red top away from her lush curves, exposing one lacey bra-encased pert nipple.
I tweak her extended tip, twisting a little bit to test. Some women like things rough, some like them gentle, some like me to lead, some want to be dominated and others still...well they want to “seduce” the young twenty-four year old musician and hope to teach him a thing or two. I never know which one I’m going to be with next and have a repertoire of skills to pull out when needed.
She moans and presses into my hand. I give her a sharper pinch; close to bordering on pain, and her breath catches in her throat. “Oh, yes. Like that.”
Her strokes slow on my cock and I decide to test the waters in one more direction. I bend a bit to the side and reach around the manager’s backside. I deliver a stinging slap to her mini-skirt covered rump. “Don’t forget my cock.”
Her body jerks forward on impact, while her grip tightens on my shaft. “Oh, I’m so sorry.” The attention to my shaft resumes and a bit of pre-cum leaks out to moisten the tip.
Carla bends at the waist, bracing herself with one hand against her desk, to take my cock into her mouth, breaking my grasp on her nipple as she does so. The moment her wet, full-lipped mouth engulfs me, I know I’ve got her number. She wants me strong and directing, or else she’d be a little pissed at my comment and not ready to blow me.
The attractive, early-forties woman is in shape. Her ass didn’t have any extra jiggle when I gave it a smack and I pull up her miniskirt to see what she’s got to offer. A firm, curvy butt greets my soothing caress.
“Mmmm...” She mumbles as she pumps up and down on my cock. The head tickles the back of her throat and she’s using just the right amount of suction. It feels incredible, but I can’t lose track of what I really want—after all, almost anyone can give good head if they try.
I slip a hand between her ass cheeks, push the slip of her thong aside and plunge my finger into her waiting pussy. Her wetness coats my digit, confirming that she’s more than ready for our encounter. I pull back a bit and add a second finger to the mix, relishing the tightness of her opening and enjoying the feel of her wet sheath wrapped around my fingers.
I trace a moist path to her puckered ass, teasing the ring, waiting to see how she reacts. Her attentions on my cock grow more frenzied. If I’m not careful and she doesn’t slow down, I could wind up shooting earlier than I’d like. I deliver another sound smack to her ass.
“Slow down, Carla. You don’t want our fun over too soon now, do you?”
She pulls off my cock, turning her kohl-darkened, lust-filled gaze up at me. “No. I certainly don’t.” She resumes her former attentions, but much slower, and wiggles her ass a bit to entice me back on track.
I slip my thick finger back into her pink, tight ass, hoping I’ve found an anal sex fan in our new employer. Every now and then the fates shine down on a poor musician. I’ll take luck any way it comes. I pump in and out, developing a nice rhythm in time to her slower sucking.
Before I have a chance to add a second finger and see how readily she could take me, the office door bangs open and her moist mouth pulls off me in a flash. We both whip around to the direction of the sound.
Oh geez, is she married and I’m totally screwed?
Carla adjusts her body to stand partially blocking me; which I’m grateful for once my erection swings toward the door.
“Lisa? What are you doing here?” Carla asks of the slim-hipped, athletic looking brunette in a waitress outfit.
The young woman’s gaze drops to Carla’s exposed nipple and the tip of her tongue comes out to moisten her lips. “I came in early for... our special time together.” She jerks her gaze away from her boss and looks to me. “But if you’re busy... I can come back later.”
Carla’s tone changes to a more forceful one than she used with me earlier, “No, come in. Close the door behind you and lock it.” Carla reaches back and strokes the length of my cock, still hidden from Lisa’s view. “Did you shave like I asked?”
The young barmaid can’t be much over twenty-one and a blush creeps to her cheeks at the owner’s question. “Yes, ma’am.” She grips the purse strap on her shoulder, wringing it in both hands, and averts her gaze to the floor. Lisa turns to the door and clicks the lock in place before facing us. “Will things be different with him here?”
The pressure on my prick, combined with the slickness of leftover spit, leaves me reeling to contain my pleasure in the face of this new opportunity. Could I be lucky enough today to have walked into my very first threesome? I’ve got to figure out my role in this scenario to juggle what Carla wants with what Lisa expects.
“Things will be fine, don’t you worry.” Carla smiles at the young woman and her uncertainty. “I told you I’d help you explore yourself this summer. And that doesn’t end with a little girl-on-girl experimentation.”
Carla reaches her free hand out to the nubile barmaid. Lisa accepts it and her stance changes; her shoulders relax and she drops her purse to the floor by the door. A smile appears on her heart-shaped face as she tucks a stray strand of long dark hair behind her ear, smoothing her hand back to try and slip the end into her ponytail.
I ease a hand out to cup Carla’s bottom. Taking advantage of the wetness stirred up before, I slick up my fingers and resume attention to her tight, little rosebud. I slip a finger in deep and she leans into me, silently craving more.
“Strip for us, Lisa.” Carla says, releasing the young woman’s hand. She rests her head back against my shoulder and I reach around with my free hand to caress and entice her exposed breast. “This is Johnny,” she adds, by way of introduction.
I nod to the waitress and make eye contact with her briefly before she pulls the tight, black t-shirt with the bar’s logo over her head. She stands before us in a white push-up bra, the contrast striking against her deeply tanned, olive-toned skin.
“Hi, Johnny.” She hooks her thumbs in the waistband of her denim skirt and skims it over her hips to fall at her feet. “Have you done this before?” She asks as she straightens to reveal skimpy white panties.
My cock lurches in Carla’s grip. God, this is so freakin’ hot. If I don’t calm down I’ll shoot before I get inside one of them. And that would be so un-cool. I don’t want to think about it. I pull back a bit with my hips, away from the older woman’s expert hand on my shaft, trying to remember last night’s ball game to distract myself.
“No,” I say, hoping I sound aloof and worldlier than I am, “but I’m a fast learner.” And with that I lower my mouth to nibble on the neck of the curvy blond, who’s shoving her ass deeper onto my thick forefinger.
“Oooh, Johnny. It feels good,” Carla says. “But your cock is thick. I don’t think I could take you in my ass without some prep.”
Lisa moves deeper into the room, taking a seat on the wooden ladder-back chair in front of Carla’s desk, to get a better view of her boss stroking my prick. “Do you mean like a toy?” Lisa asks as she leans back, scoots her ass to the edge, and starts to rub the front of her panties.
I pinch the bar owner’s nipple to bring her focus back to Lisa and her question. She takes a sharp breath before pushing away from me to remove her shirt. “Toys?” Carla tosses the garment in the direction of the couch. “Yes, we did have a bunch of giveaways leftover after Valentine’s, right?”
Lisa now has an un-obstructed view of me hanging out of my button-fly’s, the jeans sliding down my hips and my orange t-shirt riding up my stomach a bit. “Damn, you’re fine,” she says while teasing herself. “Are you the singer for tonight?”
I nod, unable to take my eyes from the sight of this glorious young woman touching herself over her underwear. Carla headed to the back of the room, to an old filing cabinet, and now rummages inside its contents. “Oh, this will come in handy,” she says while tossing a sample-size container of lube to me.
Her aim is good and I’m able to snag it out of the air one-handed. “Anything else in there that might come in handy?” I ask with a hope burning in my heart. She was right; her ass is way too tight for me to enter without warming her up right.
“How about this?” She turns with a glass butt-plug in her hand. “I never gave this away because we only got one and it was so pretty.” The swirl of colors within the clear item makes it look more like a piece of art than a sex toy.
“Oh... it’s gorgeous,” Lisa says, rising from her seat and moving for a closer look. “But I’ve never seen a short dildo with a flat end like that before.”
“It’s not a dildo, it’s a butt plug.” I answer. Her head whips back to me, hand frozen in mid-air as she was about to touch it. Color creeps into her cheeks, reminding us all of her level of experience.
“Oh.” The waitress’ shoulders tighten a bit and she appears self-conscious.
Carla lets out a sharp laugh, “Don’t worry. It’s not for you, darling.” The bar owner grins at me while sauntering back to my place by the desk. She hands me the glass plug with a saucy wink, “You think you can work this in while I give Lisa a good lickin’?”
I shove it in my pocket, “The lube will help.” I grin while Carla takes her clothes off. She’s tight and fit for an older chick. “And if you keep it in ‘til after my set tonight I bet I’ll be able to slide right in.”
She shivers at the thought and motions Lisa back to the chair. “Lose the undies.”
Lisa complies, slipping them down toned and taut legs. She unhooks her bra while scooting her ass to the edge of the hard chair. She spreads her thighs wide—pink, glistening, hairless folds reveal she’s already wet and ready for Carla’s tongue.
“You did well with the razor, my pet,” Carla whispers as she bends at the waist sticking her ass up for my inspection. The bar owner reaches out a delicate hand and caresses the young woman’s leg, trailing her fingers up to dripping juncture begging for attention.
God, I’ve never wanted two sets of eyes more in my entire life. To stare at the tight ass pucker so deliciously on display and eager for my probing, or to watch the older chick eating out the younger one? I’ll have to try my best to not miss a damn detail.
Once Carla’s head moves over Lisa’s snatch, the decision is made for me. I can see her head moving and read the delight on the bar maid’s face, but Carla’s blond hair obstructs my view of her open pussy.
I twist open the lube and squirt a generous amount into the tight ass crack in front of me. Placing the small bottle on the edge of the desk, I start to work my fingers back into her pucker, pushing the lube in and twisting my fingers gently to coat the muscle ring.
I glance up to see Carla’s right elbow pumping back and forth toward Lisa’s crotch. She must be finger fucking the tan-skinned beauty while she licks her. A shiver spreads through my body and my cock fairly pulses with the blood rushing through it. Lisa’s gripping both her breasts, kneading them while pausing to squeeze the peaks every few seconds. She’s tossed her head back to lean on the chair and has half-closed her eyes, appearing lost in the pleasure Carla doles out.
After stretching and pumping a few minutes, I think Carla’s ass is ready for the glass plug. I fish the item out of my pocket, hoping it will be closer to my body temp now and not chilled. The glass feels slick and warm. The tapered, rounded end should make insertion easy.
I squirt a little more lube on the plug and press the tip to the tannish-pink opening. My cock weeps moisture from its slit and I’m dying to fuck one of these ladies. Carla pushes back, eagerly cramming her ass onto the plug. The movement takes her away from Lisa’s slit and she turns back to look at me over her shoulder.
“That’s it baby, push it in.” With a gentle give of her muscles the medium-sized plug buries deep in her flesh and the flat end anchors it in places. “And now it’s my turn,” she says while standing. Carla moves over to old leather couch and sits with her back nestled up against the far armrest. A glint from the glass can be seen when she spreads her legs wide and beckons Lisa over with curve of her finger, “Come to me, baby. Let me feel your tongue.”
The young woman rises from the hard chair, tossing her long ponytail over her shoulder and saunters to the sofa. She kneels on the middle cushion and lowers her mouth to Carla’s dripping pussy. Her perky round ass is up for view and the folds of her skin are swollen with her arousal.
“Johnny’s gonna fuck you, Lisa. You okay with that?” Carla reaches out to touch Lisa’s silky hair while making eye contact with the younger woman. Lisa nods her assent and continues to tickle Carla’s clit with her pink tongue.
I grab the edge of my jeans and hoist them up a bit so I can walk to the couch without tripping. I push them back down as I kneel behind the smooth, tight skin of Lisa’s toned body. She wiggles her ass a bit while widening her knees, drawing my eye to her slick, wet snatch. Remembering the all-important condom at the last moment, I reach down into a front pocket of my jeans and pull one out.
The foil packet opens easily and I quickly sheath my cock in the thin membrane. I’m so eager I don’t think I can go for finesse right now. Trying to balance the persona of what Carla wants with the fucking Lisa so desperately craves leaves me floundering for a split second. Positioning my head at her opening, I reach one hand around to massage her swollen clit.
I push forward with my hips and thrust all the way in, burying up to the hilt on my first stroke. Lisa moans her pleasure and I risk a glance up at Carla. She’s gripped the younger woman’s head with both her hands and is rotating her hips to get maximum friction against her mound.
I start pumping in earnest, working her bud with my right hand as I curve slightly over her back. I try my best not to stare too long at the obvious pleasure Carla is experiencing, or to concentrate on the tight walls gripping the length of my cock. It would be humiliating if I couldn’t get both these ladies off first before I shot my load.
“Use your fingers, Lisa. Fuck her pussy good,” I say. Her weight shifts to one arm and she starts to pump one elbow with enthusiastic movements.
Carla releases the death hold she had on Lisa’s head to play with her own nipples. She twists and turns them while swallowing little noises of pleasure deep with her throat. “Oh, God. I’m close. That feels good, baby. Right there.”
I need to get Lisa focused on the sensations in her own body and not on the job she’s doing on Carla’s snatch. I pull back a bit and stop touching her clit. I bury my cock in her and hold still for a moment.
She’s still working the bar owner’s pussy like a pro and by the look of it she could slow down a little and Carla will still explode in a minute. I pull my arm back and smack the young woman on the ass. She jerks a bit in surprise, but tries to pump my cock by moving her hips.
“I need you to feel me, Lisa. Every single stroke.” And with my comment I push a thumb into her tight little ass. I mirror the plunging of my digit with the slow strokes I begin again in her wet channel.
She raises her head from her studious attentions on Carla’s slit and moans out her pleasure. An increase of wetness seems to flood the walls inside her and my cock slides in and out with the rapid growing slickness. The young bar maid pumps her hips harder, trying to impale herself deeper on my cock. She looks back over at me and grins.
Carla reaches down with one hand to tease her own clit while Lisa plunges her fingers in time to the thrusting of her own hips. I work my thumb deep into the waitress’s virgin ass and feel her walls start to constrict around my hard length. Knowing the end is nearing, I remove my thick digit and reach around to flick the engorged clit nestled between Lisa’s sopping folds of skin.
The reach-around has me hunching over her kneeling form once more, and I’m able to fuck her good and deep. My balls clench up tight to my body as the convulsions from the young woman start to ripple along my cock. Lisa somehow remembers her boss, in her own moment of release and nudges the older woman’s hand aside to resume her licking.
The added friction is exactly what Carla needs to push her into oblivion. She screams her peak while gyrating her hips on the couch. Lisa’s own orgasm hits her hard as she struggles to keep up her ministrations on the blond and fuck me as hard as she can.
I wrap one arm around her waist to hold her firmly in place and continue to pump her. An electric sensation creeps up from the very root of my cock and spills out in my release. Great pulsating spurts hit me in wave after wave as pleasure encases my entire body.
We lay there for a moment, in utter silence after our frantic coupling. Each experiencing our own private moment while still touching physically. I turn and kiss the sweaty back of the nubile young woman beneath me.
Carla breaks the silence first. “I can hardly wait for you to fuck me after the set tonight, Johnny.”
Ahh... tonight is turning out to be freakin’ incredible.
Kimmie
Ginger and Rachelle heft the last speaker up into Johnny’s van while I position my keyboard case snug against the wall.
“Watch my toes, bitches!” screeches Juanita as the pair narrowly misses the drummer’s foot.
“Don’t get your tortilla munching ass all pissy,” Rachelle says. “We didn’t hit your precious toes.”
Juanita glances down at her neon pink toenails peeking out from her sexy heels. “Good thing, too. Freddie hasn’t had a chance to suck them yet.”
“Eww...” says Ginger. “You like that shit?”
The busty Latina shrugs, “As long as he’s happy and gives it to me good, he can get all freaky however he wants.”
A smile forms on my lips as I eye the woman’s gorgeous body. I bet I could give her a bigger orgasm than her boyfriend. And my strap-on never goes limp.
Brushing long black hair behind my ear, I look over at the two standing near the van doors to find Ginger watching me. She saw me checking out Juanita. Well, it’s not like they didn’t all know my sexual preference when they asked me to join them this summer. I certainly don’t hide it.
“Want to grab a drink with us, Kimmie?” Ginger says.
I smile my thanks. I’m pretty sure she’s going to accidentally walk into my room again later wearing only her teddy. “I’d love to.”
I don’t mind if they want to explore new ideas with the resident lesbian—they just haven’t found the guts yet. After breaking up with my last girlfriend I could use a little fun in my life. It’s the whole reason I moved into the townhouse with them when their keyboardist went home for summer break—I need to finally have some fun after a year of hard study.
“Damn, girl,” Rachelle says while offering me a hand out of the van, “you played an incredible solo on the Elton John tune tonight.”
“Thanks,” I say while noting how Ginger eyes my long legs.
A Mercedes pulls up next to the van. Rachelle’s linebacker boyfriend sticks his head out of the window, “You ready, baby?”
“Shoot. I forgot you offered to pick me up.” She walks around the hood of his car to climb in the passenger side. “I’ll see you ladies back at the house. Have a drink on me and please, don’t knock on my door when you get home!” She tosses a saucy wink at the rest of us before sliding into the seat.
Juanita jumps down beside me and we all head back into the bar to see if Johnny is ready to go. The singer is nowhere in sight, and neither is the bar owner. I bet she’s cutting our check in the office. The staff all went home and the bar sits quiet.
Ginger saunters by, swinging her hips in her faded Daisy Dukes, and heads behind the bar. “How about we help ourselves?” she winks playfully at Juanita and me, wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue.
“Free shots?” The drummer says. “Count me in. I’ll take a Patron.”
I nod my agreement and Ginger pours three shots. She checks the bar fridge for lemons as I grab the salt. “Just one,” I say sprinkling the skin near my thumb before passing the shaker. “We still have to drive home.”
We raise our glasses in a silent toast, lick the salt, and down the drinks all at once. The fiery burn from the liquor slides down my throat, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. I quickly bite into the lemon and feel my face scrunch up against the tang.
“Woo!” shouts Juanita. “Damn, that’s good.” A smile glows on the young woman’s face, her love of life a beauty to behold. A loud vibration draws her attention to the phone in the tiny pocket of her tight cut off jeans. She pulls it out and opens it. “Hey, papi. You miss me?”
She walks away to speak to Freddie privately and Ginger and I are left alone. The young co-ed flips one of her long dark red braids over her bare shoulder and looks at me through her lashes. “So… where do you think Johnny is?” The guitarist’s supple fingers draw a circle on the bar top. Her short red nails look good enough to lick.
“Good question,” I say, breaking my stare. “I’ll go check.”
Ginger begins to clean up our drinks as I head down the long hall in the back of the bar. The office door isn’t quite closed. I push it open six inches or so to see if Johnny and Carla are inside and….
Johnny leans over the older woman lying face first on her desk. His naked ass pumps slowly back and forth in a gentle motion toward Carla. She stares at the far wall and her hips have a wadded up coat under them, titling her ass to the ceiling.
“Oh God, Johnny… it feels so good.”
“You like me fucking your ass, baby?”
“Yessss….”
While facing away from the door, Johnny runs his hand up her back, gently pushes her hair to one side, and plants a kiss on her neck.
I don’t mean to stare, but seeing him plunge back and forth draws an answering response in me—after all, it’s been two months since Theresa and I ended things. My clit reacts, engorging with arousal to press against the seam of my tight shorts. The cotton panel of my underwear seems glued to my folds. I know I should shut the door and back away, but they don’t know I’m here and a little peeking feels naughty.
The tips of my small breasts harden and rub inside my red tank top. I reach down to adjust the crotch of my jeans right as Carla comes up on her elbows. The movement allows her young lover to knead her large breasts and my own lips ache to kiss and suckle the rosy nipples on display.
“More, Johnny. Can you go deeper?”
In answer the singer rears back and grabs a small bottle of something from the desktop. “Let me slick up the base a bit and see if I can get more in.”
He pulls out almost all the way. I can clearly see the large purple-red head of his cock half submerged in her ass. He squirts a little more lube on his length and massages it around the girth. The young man tosses the bottle to the desk and eases his thick cock back inside the bar owner.
“Oh yeah... that’s it. God, I love a big cock in my ass.”
Johnny reaches down and pulls the older woman back onto his dick more fully, allowing her to control the depth. Raising her hips from the desk also allows him to slip a hand underneath her, to what I can only assume is to reach her clit.
The motion of his hidden hand drives her into a frenzy and she places both hands flat on the desk to push herself deeper onto his cock.
Dampness seeps from my panties and I can no longer deny how turned on I am by watching Johnny fuck this woman’s ass. I give up the fight and reach down to massage my clit through my clothing. A rustling whips my head around as Ginger comes down the hall.
I put a finger to my lips to silence her and she slides up next to me to peer in the office doorway. A small gasp escapes her, but the lovers are too enthralled with each other to notice us.
We watch together for a few minutes more. Spell bound with seeing Carla’s clit and ass so expertly loved. Sweat has formed on Johnny’s brow, like he’s holding on to his own release to pleasure the bar owner even more.
My nipples fairly ache with their need to be touched. It takes all my willpower not to start masturbating in front of the fiery haired beauty standing next to me. Ginger glances in my direction, and my desire shines clear on my face.
She doesn’t hesitate, but reaches out to skim a finger across one hardened peak straining against my tank top. An electric shock seems to shoot from my nipple straight to my crotch. I lean forward a few inches, to see what she has in mind.
Ginger’s eyes go wide, but she meets my lips with her own, initiating the kiss. I break off and carefully shut the office door, anticipation screaming through my veins.
Well, I’ll never know if I don’t ask.
“Want to go into the ladies room?”
Ginger’s whisper is the sexiest thing I’ve heard all week. “Yes.”
I clasp the hand hovering over my breast and draw the young woman across the hall to the bathroom. The dim room, lit by the glow of streetlights, stands empty and quiet. I turn and pull the toned and curvy redhead into a loose embrace, barely touching her at all, giving her room to change her mind if she needs to.
Her soft, tequila-scented mouth hovers over my own. Perhaps the boldness she felt in the hallway is leaving her? But no, she leans in and places her lips against mine.
Ginger’s curious passion flares dramatically to life and she deepens the kiss, pushing her tongue into my mouth. Her nimble fingers pluck at the peaks of my breasts, pulling them and twisting them slightly.
A small moan escapes me; I hadn’t anticipated she’d be so bold.
She breaks our kiss to whisper against my lips, “Do you like that, Kimmie? My roommate and I experimented a little our freshman year and she loved when I played with her nipples.”
I murmur my agreement, leaning in to kiss her soft mouth again. God, she tastes so damn good. Our tongues tease and lick, we nibble on each other’s lips, and our breath comes out faster as arousal builds.
Reaching up, I cup her fuller breasts through the thin material. She’s wearing a lined pushup bra so I can’t feel her hard tips. Ginger presses forward, eager to show me she likes what I’m doing. Her hips rotate with her growing excitement, skimming my own on each forward motion.
The sexy guitarist ends the kiss again, but this time she reaches for the hem of my tank top. Cool air meets my middle as the fabric pushes up, exposing my palm-sized tits to her gaze.
“God, you’re beautiful. I’ve wanted this since the day you moved in last month.”
“I thought you liked boys.” I say.
“I like sex. I’ve just never been attracted to a girl before you.”
Hmm... hope she isn’t looking for anything long term, because I sure as hell am not. Her mouth closes over one peak and my eyes close in ecstasy. A wet pointed tip tickles the end and heat caresses my goose bumped flesh.
Fingers pull and tease my other nipple and I’m left cradling the young woman’s head to my chest in two hands. One long pull on my areola, and a deep sucking into Ginger’s mouth on the other, leaves my pussy drenched for attention.
“My turn,” I say while gently pulling her away from my breasts. I back the other woman up against the cold tile wall.
Ginger reaches up, pulls the deep neck of her tank top down, and pushes her bra cups down with it. The result points her aroused tips right at me, almost begging for me to kiss them.
Laving one with my tongue, I repeat her same pulling and twisting motion with my fingers to the other. I trace my free hand down her side and rest on her hip, testing to see how far she wants things to go here in the bathroom.
A delicate touch skims down my long hair, almost hesitant to hold me in place while I tease and suck.
“Oh... yes... that feels good.”
Ginger’s hips start to rotate again, issuing a silent plea for me to continue. I curve around to her front, and dip my hand down over her mound. The seam of her jean shorts rubs right over her clit and the heat from her arousal feels moist.
I cup a palm over her pussy and gently lift. A moan rushes from her throat and a hand curls into my hair, drawing my mouth more firmly onto her breast. She pushes down on my hand, grinding onto my slight pressure exactly where she needs it.
“Please, Kimmie. Let me take off my damn shorts.”
I cease my attentions to her delicious tits and kiss her swollen lips. “No baby, not here. How about where I can get you comfortable and love you all night?”
Ginger’s hands fly to the button and zipper at her waist. “How about here and later, too?” she says with a smile.
A long scream rips through the air, followed closely by a loud male keening.
I rest one hand over hers while pulling her neckline back up to cover her gorgeous breasts. “They’re done next door and Johnny will be looking to leave. I don’t want to rush.”
“Damn, I know you’re right, but I’m so freakin’ close to coming.”
“And that’s with your clothes on. Wait ‘til I get you naked,” I say while pressing her to wall and sliding my hands down and around to squeeze her firm ass.
The door slams open, revealing Juanita squinting into the darkness. I quickly step back and thankfully we’re both covered up.
“Holy shit,” the drummer squeaks. “You are not going to believe what I just saw next door.”
“Oh, we know,” says Ginger. “We watched them for a while then came in here to listen.”
“Damn, he fucked Carla good. I think I came just watching them at the end. Let’s get home so I can crawl all over Freddie’s cock.”
We share a mutual laugh; Juanita not realizing she wasn’t that witty and Ginger and I are hopped up from our own adrenaline rush of sexual excitement. The three of us head back to the main bar area to wait for Johnny.
Five minutes pass and he saunters down the hall with a relaxed look about him. None of us say a word as we pile into the van and head back to the house, each lost in our own private thoughts.
The taste of Ginger’s skin still lingers on my tongue. I can hardly wait to get home and have her spread open on my bed all night. A warm hand slinks between my legs; Ginger and I opted to sit on the bench seat for the ride home and it looks like she’s still raring to go.
She takes three fingers and lays them flat against my heated mound. A gentle circling ratchets my arousal back up to furnace level and my musky arousal fills the air near us. I decide two can play at the same game and I slip my own hand between her legs.
I whisper my desire, “You wait ‘til we get home.”
Johnny
Warm, moist air rushes to coat my sweaty skin as I step out into the back alley behind the bar. It’s been a week since I hooked up with Carla and this Friday we’re playing at a local college bar. The door closes behind me, shutting out the recorded music playing while we break between sets, and a scrape to the left brings my head around.
“Hey, Johnny.” The groups’ Latina drummer leans against the cool brick, shadows slant across her delicate features from the alley’s dim light.
“Juanita, what you doing out here alone?”
“Just needed a break from the energy,” her shoulders shrug once and she looks away.
“You okay? You haven’t seemed yourself tonight.”
A sharpness enters her tone, “Trying to tell me I fucked up with some rhythms?”
I reach out to touch her arm, smooth thanks to the coconut lotion I always see her applying. “Relax, you’re never off.” I aim for humor to see if I can get her back to her normal self. “Is it that time of the month?”
Her head whips around and her expression darkens with anger, until she sees the smile on my face. “No, you jerk,” she says, dismissing my comment. “Freddie and I broke up last night.
Oh crap. Did I just walk into a long ‘sharing conversation’? “Er…um…”
Juanita tilts her head back and laughter bubbles up. “Damn, Johnny. It’s not the end of the world. I’m not going to start crying on you or shit.”
Tension releases from my body and a small sigh escapes, “Whew. I’m not good with knowing what to say.”
“It’s okay man, you’re a guy. You’re not the first person I’d come to if I wanted a girl chat.”
“Cool,” I say. Leaning up against the wall next to the curvy young woman, I can’t help but wonder what happened between the couple. Guess I do have some chick in me. “Did he cheat on you?”
“Nope.” Silence spreads between us for a moment and she laughs. “I realized he’s pretty damn dumb and I can do better.”
“Oh.”
“But I am feeling like I have an itch that needs scratching.”
It takes a breath for her statement to sink in, is she meaning what I think? “Oh?”
A hot hand rests on my thigh, molding my leg through my jeans. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot.”
“Me? Really?” I say. Blood starts to pound through my body, twitching my cock to life.
“I saw you and Carla last week.” Her fingers trail a heated path up, one delicate pad tracing the thickening helmet of my cock through the fabric. “You fucked her damn good.”
“Amazing woman. She knew what she wanted and I gave it to her.”
Juanita pushes off the wall and steps in front of me, pressing close. One warm palm cups my balls and the other strokes my lengthening cock. “I saw you bring her twice. At the end she was fairly screaming the walls down.”
A shudder passes through me at the remembrance of Carla’s tight ass milking my shaft. The added stimulation the talented drummer exerts, rips a small moan from my lips. “Juanita, You’re going have to stop. We have to go back on in a little bit.”
“How about I give you a taste and you make me scream like that later? You game, Butt Boy?”
The rasp of metal signals she’s not waiting for an answer, but lowering my zipper to help herself. Looking around the alley, I assure myself we’re alone and lean down to kiss the brown-eyed beauty. “You’re one fiery hell-cat, aren’t you?”
Our lips meet and the slight cinnamon of her favorite gum sends a zing through me. I gently tilt her head to one side, to deepen the kiss, while she kneads my dick to full attention. She breaks the kiss first and whispers, “I’m loud when I fuck, think you can handle a true Latin lover?”
I smile at the thought of making this wavy-haired temptress scream my name. “Hell yes. But not here in an alley. I prefer a little more privacy to treat a lady right.”
Juanita starts to stroke my cock in earnest now. There’s no way I’m going to be able to go back up on stage without everyone noticing my raging boner. Maybe I’ll take a side trip to the john to jerk off before we start.
She rubs the pre-come weeping from the tip into the head, “One thing I’m not is a tease. And I know just the thing to ease you.” One brief kiss and she lowers to her knees in the alley. “Think you can be quick?” She grabs my jeans and pulls them down my hips, to rest at my knees.
“I certainly can if the situation warrants it.” Damn, this is a good night.
The drummer smiles up at me before wrapping her hand around the base of my cock and aiming it toward her mouth. Moist heat engulfs my head and I reach out to touch her gorgeous hair. She waves me off and withdraws my dick. “Hey, don’t mess up my hair. Not when we have to go back on stage.”
I smile at the odd request, “Sure.” Resting back on the cool brick, the rough surface scrapes my ass as she descends. Firm pressure pumps my shaft while her salvia coats my girth, going deeper inch by inch as she works it in. Fingers quest underneath me, beyond my balls, coaxing me to open my thighs and allow access to my ass.
Juanita pulls off my cock again and sucks her fingers into her slick mouth. Wetting them thoroughly, she then tickles my tight sphincter and slowly pushes one slim digit in. The suction on my cock resumes and one hot hand continues to stroke my shaft.