Vampire Vacation Part 31

Carla starts to stroke my c.o.c.k 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 c.o.c.k 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 c.o.c.k."

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-c.u.m leaks out to moisten the tip.

Carla bends at the waist, bracing herself with one hand against her desk, to take my c.o.c.k 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 p.i.s.sed at my comment and not ready to blow me.

The attractive, early-forties woman is in shape. Her a.s.s 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 b.u.t.t greets my soothing caress.

"Mmmm..." She mumbles as she pumps up and down on my c.o.c.k. 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 a.s.s cheeks, push the slip of her thong aside and plunge my finger into her waiting p.u.s.s.y. 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, relis.h.i.+ng 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 a.s.s, teasing the ring, waiting to see how she reacts. Her attentions on my c.o.c.k 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 a.s.s.

"Slow down, Carla. You don't want our fun over too soon now, do you?"

She pulls off my c.o.c.k, turning her kohl-darkened, l.u.s.t-filled gaze up at me. "No. I certainly don't." She resumes her former attentions, but much slower, and wiggles her a.s.s a bit to entice me back on track.

I slip my thick finger back into her pink, tight a.s.s, hoping I've found an a.n.a.l s.e.x fan in our new employer. Every now and then the fates s.h.i.+ne 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 c.o.c.k, 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 p.r.i.c.k, 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-s.h.i.+rt 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 c.o.c.k lurches in Carla's grip. G.o.d, 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 a.s.s deeper onto my thick forefinger.

"Oooh, Johnny. It feels good," Carla says. "But your c.o.c.k is thick. I don't think I could take you in my a.s.s 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 p.r.i.c.k. "Do you mean like a toy?" Lisa asks as she leans back, scoots her a.s.s 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 pus.h.i.+ng away from me to remove her s.h.i.+rt. "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 b.u.t.ton-fly's, the jeans sliding down my hips and my orange t-s.h.i.+rt riding up my stomach a bit. "d.a.m.n, 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 a.s.s is way too tight for me to enter without warming her up right.

"How about this?" She turns with a gla.s.s b.u.t.t-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 s.e.x toy.

"Oh... it's gorgeous," Lisa says, rising from her seat and moving for a closer look. "But I've never seen a short d.i.l.d.o with a flat end like that before."

"It's not a d.i.l.d.o, it's a b.u.t.t 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 gla.s.s 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 s.h.i.+vers 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 a.s.s 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 a.s.s 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.

G.o.d, I've never wanted two sets of eyes more in my entire life. To stare at the tight a.s.s 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 d.a.m.n detail.

Once Carla's head moves over Lisa's s.n.a.t.c.h, 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 p.u.s.s.y.

I twist open the lube and squirt a generous amount into the tight a.s.s 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, pus.h.i.+ng 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 f.u.c.king the tan-skinned beauty while she licks her. A s.h.i.+ver spreads through my body and my c.o.c.k fairly pulses with the blood rus.h.i.+ng through it. Lisa's gripping both her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, 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 a.s.s is ready for the gla.s.s plug. I fish the item out of my pocket, hoping it will be closer to my body temp now and not chilled. The gla.s.s 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 c.o.c.k weeps moisture from its slit and I'm dying to f.u.c.k one of these ladies. Carla pushes back, eagerly cramming her a.s.s 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 gla.s.s 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 cus.h.i.+on and lowers her mouth to Carla's dripping p.u.s.s.y. Her perky round a.s.s is up for view and the folds of her skin are swollen with her arousal.

"Johnny's gonna f.u.c.k 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 a.s.sent and continues to tickle Carla's c.l.i.t 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 a.s.s a bit while widening her knees, drawing my eye to her slick, wet s.n.a.t.c.h. 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 c.o.c.k 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 f.u.c.king Lisa so desperately craves leaves me floundering for a split second. Positioning my head at her opening, I reach one hand around to ma.s.sage her swollen c.l.i.t.

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 c.o.c.k. It would be humiliating if I couldn't get both these ladies off first before I shot my load.

"Use your fingers, Lisa. f.u.c.k her p.u.s.s.y good," I say. Her weight s.h.i.+fts 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, G.o.d. 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 s.n.a.t.c.h. I pull back a bit and stop touching her c.l.i.t. I bury my c.o.c.k in her and hold still for a moment.

She's still working the bar owner's p.u.s.s.y 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 a.s.s. She jerks a bit in surprise, but tries to pump my c.o.c.k 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 a.s.s. 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 c.o.c.k slides in and out with the rapid growing slickness. The young bar maid pumps her hips harder, trying to impale herself deeper on my c.o.c.k. She looks back over at me and grins.

Carla reaches down with one hand to tease her own c.l.i.t while Lisa plunges her fingers in time to the thrusting of her own hips. I work my thumb deep into the waitress's virgin a.s.s 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 c.l.i.t 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 f.u.c.k her good and deep. My b.a.l.l.s clench up tight to my body as the convulsions from the young woman start to ripple along my c.o.c.k. 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 o.r.g.a.s.m hits her hard as she struggles to keep up her ministrations on the blond and f.u.c.k 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 c.o.c.k and spills out in my release. Great pulsating spurts. .h.i.t 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 f.u.c.k me after the set tonight, Johnny."

Ahh... tonight is turning out to be freakin' incredible.

Chapter Two.

Kimmie Ginger and Rach.e.l.le heft the last speaker up into Johnny's van while I position my keyboard case snug against the wall.

"Watch my toes, b.i.t.c.hes!" screeches Juanita as the pair narrowly misses the drummer's foot.

"Don't get your tortilla munching a.s.s all p.i.s.sy," Rach.e.l.le says. "We didn't hit your precious toes."

Juanita glances down at her neon pink toenails peeking out from her s.e.xy heels. "Good thing, too. Freddie hasn't had a chance to suck them yet."

"Eww..." says Ginger. "You like that s.h.i.+t?"

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 o.r.g.a.s.m than her boyfriend. And my strap-on never goes limp.

Brus.h.i.+ng 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 s.e.xual 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.

"d.a.m.n, girl," Rach.e.l.le 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. Rach.e.l.le'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 pa.s.senger 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 pa.s.sing the shaker. "We still have to drive home."

We raise our gla.s.ses 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. "d.a.m.n, 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 a.s.s 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, t.i.tling her a.s.s to the ceiling.

"Oh G.o.d, Johnny... it feels so good."