Jenna James

Sex With the Guitarist

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Jennifer asked, her face betraying the disgust she clearly felt at the prospect of kissing another girl.

“Listen,” Annie said, pulling her close so no-one else could hear. “I’ve done it many times before and believe me when I say it WILL get you your man.”

“How can you be sure?” Jennifer couldn’t help but run her long slender fingers nervously through her mahogany-colored hair, dyed the previous night as part of her final shot at winning the attention of her ever-elusive Romeo, Brad.

Annie smiled reassuringly, “Remember Todd, from college?”

“Oh yeah, the guy that played football.”

“Well, it worked like a charm on him,” Annie rolled her eyes theatrically, “he couldn’t keep his hands off me once he saw me making out with Stacey… it was actually annoying, so I blew him off anyway.”

Jennifer looked shocked, “You blew him?”

Nearly choking on the beer she had just knocked back, Annie laughed out loud and then suddenly became serious as she looked Jennifer in the eye incredulously, “Are you pulling my leg, Jen?”

Jennifer sipped her beer daintily before innocently inquiring, “What’s it like?”

“Seriously, you really need to get laid more often, Jen. First of all, to ‘blow someone off’ does not mean ‘blowjob’,” Annie stressed her last point by taking half the length of her bottle of bud into her mouth, seductively caressing it with her lips that seemed as if they were created for just that purpose. This drew the attention of several men in the crowd around them and Annie laughed, “God, men are so easy to wrap around your finger!”

Jennifer marveled at her friend’s ability to attract the opposite sex. Throughout college, Annie had been one of the most promiscuous girls she had ever known. Legend had it that she had slept with over 30 guys in their final year alone. Unemployed bum she may be, but she certainly knew how to win a man, whether through his heart or…

The crowd of 300 or more was growing excited. It wouldn’t be long before the band came on stage. As Annie flirted with two guys by the stage, expertly tilting back her head and enticingly lifting her hair to reveal her slender neck Jennifer watched on, feeling somewhat jealous but at the same time inspired.

If anyone could help her win the attention of Brad, it was her. It was just the thought of kissing her that was playing on her mind. Jennifer wasn’t shy, and had slept with 2 guys during college but her mother had always been of a more traditional sort, forever reminding her that a ‘real’ lady saved herself for the ‘right’ man. Only sluts flaunted their bodies and gave of themselves so freely. As a consequence, Jennifer had never brought Annie back to her house. Her mother would know the instant she saw her that she was the kind of girl who gave up her seductively proportioned body too easily.

Despite what her mother thought, Jennifer respected Annie for her ability to charm men and do with them as she pleased. She decided then, as she downed the last half of her beer in one, that she was going ahead with Annie’s plan. She knew it was true that the best way to a man’s heart is through his pants and she had a good feeling about her chances tonight. By the end of the gig, Brad would be hers for the taking, and she planned to take him for hours.

Standing before the mirror, Brad began his usual pre-performance routine. Looking deep into his unusually green eyes reflected in the mirror, he then made sure every aspect of his appearance was perfect. Hair — check, leather pants and jacket — check, and last but not least, his most treasured feature, perfect face — check. He smiled at his reflection, pleased with what he saw. Running his hand across the fine stubble that covered his face, he nodded appreciatively, as he came to the conclusion that he liked this look; the rugged, unshaven, bad boy-look that had women falling over themselves to get to him. At 19 years old, he was a fine example of perfect genes. He stood at an impressive 6 feet 5 inches and had worked incredibly hard to achieve his ideal body structure, the kind of body that most men could only dream of. Yes, he was a work of art.

“Come on, Brad.” A sudden voice piped up from outside in the corridor, sounding agitated.

“Coming”, Brad shouted back.

He took one last look in the mirror before picking up his guitar and swinging the strap over his shoulder.

All the signs were there; tonight was the night when he would at last take home the girl he had been pursuing for months. Annie Walker was coming home with him tonight.

Suddenly the lights in the hall dimmed and the eager crowd, already drunk and hungry for entertainment turned as one to face the stage. In position at the foot of the stage, Jennifer and Annie waited, Jennifer holding tightly to Annie’s hand, both to stem the trembling she felt taking over her body and as a way of preparing herself for what was to come. As the lead singer in her band, Jennifer was far from shy, in fact, once on stage she became her alter ego, Lusty Jen, the singer that had guys queuing up to be with her. Her voluptuous figure that curved in ways that would have made Beyonce jealous was her greatest asset. She was also pretty, in a sweet way that always seemed to make people think she was innocent and naive, untouched by the stigma that had attached itself to Annie so early in her life. She wasn’t innocent. Not by any stretch of the imagination. She was simply saving herself for the right man… Brad.

“It’s about to start, Jen.” Annie turned to her and licked her lips suggestively, running her tongue first along the top lip and then across the bottom one, slowly, staring at Jen’s lips as she did so.

“I’m ready. This had better work.” Jen said, pulling the front of her one piece dress down with both hands to reveal the tops of her breasts, that were slightly too big for the dress she wore. Luckily her nipples weren’t too pronounced, as she had chosen not to wear a bra, after all, if things went the way she planned, a bra would only serve as a nuisance.

The crowd roared, and beside her Annie squealed in delight as the curtains pulled back to the sound of drums building up to a crescendo and there illuminated in the light was Brad. Clad in a thick black leather jacket, tight black leather pants and black boots, the mere sight of him caused Jen to gasp involuntarily. As the lead singer started things off by conversing with the crowd, Brad stood and surveyed the crowd, no doubt seeking his next conquest for the night and as his eyes began to draw closer to their position Annie turned to Jen and initiated their plan.

As Annie’s lips pressed against hers, Jen was at first a little hesitant, her body stiffening as she felt Annie’s tongue probing between her lips eagerly, wet and slippery. She quickly recovered her composure though, as she sensed that Brad was watching. Looking up, as she began to respond to Annie’s expertly caressing tongue with her own strokes and probing, she saw that Brad was fixated upon them, his eyes wide, filled with what looked to her like lust. She had him; finally, after months of being overlooked and ignored, he was finally paying attention to her. She realized she was enjoying the kiss more than she should have, and when she felt Annie’s hand slip between her legs, she didn’t protest, in fact she obliged by widening her stance a little. She could feel, more than hear Annie moaning in ecstasy and as she spied the bulge in Brads trousers, just before he covered it up with his guitar, she broke off from the kiss for a moment to look up at him, her mouth open, tongue glistening with Annie’s saliva. Brad was struggling to concentrate, as they were about to begin the first song. She smiled at him before locking lips with Annie once more.

Looking down on Annie and her friend whose name he couldn’t remember, Brad felt himself becoming heavily aroused. They were both watching him as they kissed and touched one another and Brad knew that tonight they were his, not just Annie but the other one too. He covered up the quickly growing bulge in his pants and turned, ready to start the gig. It was going to be one of the best gigs in a long time.

Taking her by the hand and hurriedly leading Jen away from the stage, Annie headed for the toilets at the back of the hall, her eyes glazed over with the early signs of sexual arousal.

“Where are you taking me?” Jen asked, a little perturbed by Annie’s eagerness to drag them away from the stage where Brad waited for her, clearly attracted to her antics with Annie.

“You’ll see,” Annie looked over her shoulder and gave Jen a cheeky wink before bursting through the edge of the crowd and starting up some stairs, pulling Jen hard as if she were leading a dog.

“Shouldn’t we be back there?” Jen said, still fighting Annie’s attempts to drag them further up the stairs, “I mean, after all, you did say you were gonna help me win Brad’s heart, right?”

Half way up the dimly lit stairs, Annie turned; her face barely visible in the dim light, “This IS helping you win that dope’s heart, trust me. You don’t think he didn’t see us come up here just now?” Annie leant forward so she could see Jen clearly in the dark space, “He knows what’s up here, and he knows we’ll be waiting when he finishes the gig.”

Jen nodded and smiled, convinced that what Annie said was true. Of course he would go and find them. His pants were ready to burst back there on the stage, he was as hard as a rock, but why was Annie so eager to take her there now? The gig wasn’t over for another hour.

Still, in the back of her mind she remembered the way it had felt when she kissed Annie and especially when Annie’s fingers had entered her and sent waves of pleasure erupting through her pussy. Maybe there was more to come… Jen couldn’t believe she was even contemplating having sex with another woman but Annie had made her feel so horny, she had almost come right there on the dance-floor. If Annie was planning on making love to her somewhere upstairs, then Jen wasn’t about to turn the opportunity down. Besides, she could have them both, Annie and Brad in a hot, sticky threesome that would have Brad aching for her… he would be hers at last.

Smiling, she hurried up the stairs after Annie, confident that her plan would come off.

Where are they going?

Brad watched them as they mounted the stairs at the end of the hall and disappeared from view. Interesting. They were heading up to his personal room where only he and the other band members went to chill out after each gig. There was nothing up there but a couple of old sofas and a mattress where they could crash after gigs if need be. Breaking into a solo at the end of one of their best songs, his eyes returned to his guitar, focusing on the strings, but his mind was drifting into the future envisioning him sandwiched between the two girls..

Leaping onto the mattress and flopping about on it like a child just discovering the springs in a mattress for the first time, Annie laughed, a childish sound, and looked up at Jen as she stood in the doorway watching, shyly.

Annie laughed even louder as she bounced to her feet, “Look at you, Jen. You look like a frightened little school girl!” She stopped bouncing and seductively gestured at Jen with a long finger, “Come to me and I promise I won’t bite… well… I might bite a little bit.” She smiled before sliding a finger into her mouth and sucking it slowly, drawing it out glistening and wet before sliding it back in to the hilt and moaning.

Jen watching this show from the doorway; couldn’t help but feel aroused at this sight. She knew this was going to be a night she would never forget, as long as she lived.

Stepping forward, she realized that her juices were already oozing from her pussy, and each time she moved, she felt the wetness soaking through her panties, hot, sticky and threatening to spill out at any time.

“Come here Jen, and I’ll do things to you that no man could ever do.” Annie was panting almost breathless with arousal and she swiftly reached up and pulled off her tight fitting dress, revealing perfect breasts that were peaked with huge dark nipples, bulbous and swollen with erection.

As Jen approached, unsure what to do next, but knowing that she could feel the pleasure already beginning to spread through her body, emanating from the growing heat between her legs. For now, all thoughts of Brad were gone. She could only think of what Annie might do to her. She shuddered at the thought and began to take off her own clothes, her breath coming in starts and stutters.

Annie reached down and peeled off her black satin panties before throwing them to the side and instantly plunging a trembling finger deep into her pulsing pussy, which hungrily devoured her probing digit, juices oozing out and trailing down her hand. She moaned as the tension in her pussy was finally released, and the intense feelings of pleasure began.

“Come to me, Jen.” Annie gasped, her eyes clouding over as she became lost in complete and utter arousal.

Her own panties now on the floor, Jen stepped up onto the bed and approached Annie, unsure of how to begin but Annie was a pro and sensed that she was to be the leader in this sexual adventure.

Slipping her hand from within her dripping pussy, she held it out for Jen and said “Suck my juices off my hand, now.”

Overcome with intense arousal, Jen stepped close to Annie and took her hand in her mouth, sucking and licking the slimy juices from Annie’s hand, slurping as she did so. She even began to enjoy the taste, and wanted more when it was gone… hungry.

Now Annie was surprised as Jen suddenly dropped between Annie’s legs and quickly began to lick her pussy lips, pulling them open with her hands as she did so, and this caused Annie to moan out loud, pleasantly surprised at Jen’s sudden eagerness to please her.

Still lapping at her pussy, Jen pushed Annie down onto the bed and pushed her legs open wide so she could gain full access to her.

Annie could do nothing but lie back and enjoy Jen’s sudden enthusiasm. She had never expected this from Jen, but now that it was happening, she managed to smile amidst the incredible waves of ecstasy that hit her again and again.

Jen was lost in passion, and as she slipped three fingers deep into Annie’s pussy, her lips found her clitoris and began to suck it like a mint, drawing a long drawn out moan from Annie’s lips but Jen didn’t notice and continued to work on her friend’s now drenched pussy.

Minutes later Annie came in an explosion of juices and her body bucked and writhed across the bed as the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced shook her body, leaving her tingling all over, as if electricity had been run through her body.

“My…god, Jen. I didn’t know you were that good.” Annie gasped as she lay on her back, gasping and shaking from the still effects of the recent orgasm.

“Neither did I” Said a male voice from behind them.

They both spun around to face the owner of the voice, and were shocked to find Brad standing there, his hand rubbing a growing bulge in his tight leather pants, a smile on his face.

Jen, momentarily caught off guard, quickly wiped Annie’s juices from her mouth and sat back on the bed, attempting to cover up what she could, feeling slightly embarrassed both at what she had done in the heat of passion, and because she had been caught in the act.

Annie, on the other hand, just lay there spread out, legs open with juices still leaking out of her, watching Brad with hungry eyes as he admired the them both, with his roving eyes.

“Thanks for starting without me, girls!” Brad said, dramatically, raising his hands in the air in mock exasperation.

“There’s plenty left for you, big boy. Get over here.” Annie said her voice heavy with lust.

Jen wasn’t sure what to do but she knew there was no turning back now. Her own juices were oozing out of her, and despite her embarrassment she could barely contain her lust for Brad or Annie for that matter. She realized she wanted them both just as much.

Am I bi-sexual?

Brad made his way to the bed and stood, taking off his t-shirt and throwing it to the ground before looking down at his bulging pants and then at the girls, a questioning look on his face.

As one the girls rose from the bed and hurriedly began unfastening his pants, Jen working on his belt while Annie released the button and swiftly unzipped him opening up his pants to reveal black boxer shorts shining with freshly leaked pre-cum.

Brad’s body was a work of art, a rock solid perfectly symmetrical six-pack below a pair of huge pecs, but the girls barely noticed those as they hungrily yanked his pants down around his ankles causing him to gasp in anticipation of the incredible pleasure that was to come.

Once his pants were down, Annie beat Jen to the chase and quickly engulfed Brad’s engorged helmet in her mouth, saliva dribbling down it in torrents as she slobbered over it, drawing a long moan from Brad’s lips as he watched her work. Jen, not to be left out, after all this was her man, took Brad’s balls in her mouth and sucked them both, juggling them with her tongue, drawing even more moans from the panting Brad.

Soon Jen became more confident and pulled Brad’s throbbing cock from Annie’s wet mouth and sucked it into her own, greedily slurping his pre-cum that continued to flow freely from his cock and Annie went to work on his balls.

Jen had never sucked cock before, or eaten pussy for that matter but now she was doing it like she was a pro and she was loving it more than she ever could have imagined. Best of all, Brad was gripping her hair tightly in the throes of ecstasy as she sucked and slurped his cock ensuring it was sloppy wet at all times as she had read somewhere in a magazine once. It was clearly working.

“Oh god… I’m… gonna… come. “ Brad managed to gasp just before he grabbed a tight hold of Jen’s head and released himself into her mouth, his body shuddering and shaking with each pleasure bringing spurt. Jen gladly took everything he had to offer and swallowed it straight down much to the disappointment of Annie who scowled at her, jealous that she had been the one to make him come.

“Wow, you girls really know how to please a man, don’t you?” Brad gasped, barely catching his breath.

“You think that’s all we got?” Annie said, smiling at him and fingering her wet pussy before sucking her fingers and looking him in the eyes, invitingly.

Brad stared at her pussy for a moment, but then his eyes settled on Jen who sat before him, his cum still clinging to her chin, looking up at him, her pussy yet to be pleasured. He was going to return the favor, plus, he knew this girl had wanted him for a long time and that meant only one thing. She was going to fuck him into the next life.

He climbed on top of her, ignoring Annie and slid his newly rock hard cock straight into Jen’s welcoming pussy with a wet smacking sound and a combined groan of pleasure from both Brad and Jen. Jen had never had such a large cock inside her before and the sheer thickness of it filled her so completely, it’s ridges and veins pushing into the walls of her pussy, sending incredibly overwhelming waves of pleasure through her pussy and she screamed out, her mouth wide.

She finally had her man, not only had him but was having him right there and then. Annie was right, the plan had worked. She laid there and watched him work her pussy like a pro, her wetness making liquid sounds with each thrust and marvelled at his power, his beauty.

She would give herself to him whenever he wanted, anywhere, anytime. As he neared his orgasm, he shouted out, “You dirty fuckin’ bitch, oh yeah, you little slut!”

Jen stared up at him, her eyes incredulous. What was he saying? She wasn’t a slut.

Then Brad finally unleashed his load inside her, firing spurt after spurt deep inside her, but she no longer felt anything anymore. She was in shock, that he would speak to her like that. What had she done wrong?

When he finished, Brad turned to Annie who was fingering herself next to them on the bed and watched her for a moment, licking his lips, cock now hard again and throbbing, shiny with Jen’s juices.

“Come on then, big boy.” Annie said, pulling apart her pussy lips, inviting him in.

Brad grunted, planted himself between her legs and plunged his penis deep into her, and began pumping slowly but powerfully. Annie wrapped her legs around him and began to thrust with him, moans escaping both their lips as they heaved.

Jen simply lay on her back and watched them, wondering if she had done the right thing. He had obviously called her a slut and a dirty bitch because he was just talking dirty, right? Isn’t that what all men do?

Watching him pound Annie into an explosive orgasm, Jen realized that although she had Brad tonight, it would only ever be this one night. Perhaps if she were lucky, she might get to sleep with him once more but she very much doubted it. Brad was a womanizer and besides, he could have any woman he wanted. Why should he settle for just one when he could have them all?

Jen was sure she couldn’t change his ways.

Sighing, she stood and waited for Brad to slide off Annie before walking over to Annie’s panting form and planting her wet pussy straight over her mouth.

At first, Annie looked surprised, but then she got to work, expertly licking and sucking at Jen’s clitoris.

Within minutes, all three of them were laid out on the bed, exhausted and soaked in each other’s juices.

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Jenna James
Sex With the Guitarist