“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.
Chapter Two
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.
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