Gnarly
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Episode 17: FASTER PUSSYCAT
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 17: FASTER PUSSYCAT - Gavin "Gnarly" Reese was a Guitar God. Deity in the making that is. A bold move to Chicago in hopes of a career in the Metal scene, his fresh start began with finding shelter. A brownstone full of hot women presenting itself he jumped at the chance. As rough and tumble as the Iowa farm boy was, he found himself smothered by pussy and problems out the ass. Who needed sleep anyway. When you're dead, right? Rock hard! Play hard! As his granddad once said, "TAKE YOUR PICK BOY!" That he did!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Rough Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Interracial Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Hispanic Female Indian Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Squirting Voyeurism
“Your place or mine?”
“Yours Hemsworth. I need serenaded.” A snockered Regina Cowan hugged two separate arms as they clumsily entered through their Brownstone’s back entrance.
Waitress Ivy Proctor snorted, hiding her laughter as Regina and Gnarly bantered with the best of them. He was the charming rogue, she was sly and foxy. Ivy? She was the just high on life. Attracted to Regina instantly at the nightclub Barbarians where Ivy was employed, it took a simple, “Girl? YOU are coming home with me.” in passing to get noticed.
While Gnarly unlocked his apartment door Regina swooped in pinning Ivy against the wall. Kissing the girl hard she grew lost in her environment. They could just as easily have had sex right there in the hallway. Gavin pushing onward into his place of residence offered entry like a gent from within, only to realize how fevered the two ladies were. In waiting for a breather he noted Crystal Balou coming up the stairs after a smoke outside. She rarely smoked cigarettes these days but kept a pack in her car for those really stressful days.
Waving at Gavin in passing the Rockstar understood. Her mind was probably all over the pinball game, between bad cop Roy, his officers of the unlawful, and gradual feelings toward Gavin himself. Not to be insensitive he let her go with a nod, combined with a half smile. He was a free agent. She knew it.
Sometimes with those less trained in the art of player it took a bit to settle them down. She knew he was going to have fun with both women. Her own bed was calling her. Not that she was going to sleep knowing that even on her day off tomorrow Roy was instructing her to do the unthinkable. Obedient for now, Blue was going to get out of this somehow. She had faith. In many Gods. Some less omnipotent.
Deciding to leave his door wide open and let the ladies join him during intermission, he put his case of beer in the fridge to keep cool. It was a miracle he managed to carry it and a bag of mixed drink ingredients in without dropping them. Both girls clung to him like a second skin most of the way in until they discovered one another intimately. He was hardly drunk, hardly sober. Just enough to feel good about two lovely ladies at once.
It had been a good long while since his last threesome. While he had no troubles getting the ladies anywhere he went, it was even better living here where every girl in the building was smoking hot in some fashion. Here under a week and he had bedded down five beauties including his landlady, ate out one of the twin sisters upstairs, taunted the other sister with a butt plug, and gradually brought another out of her shell to discover who she was. Then there was Julia’s baby sister Brooke and her roomie Amber masturbating in front of Gnarly as he fucked Julia. Pretty darn amazing.
Not only that but he hooked up with an all girl metal band and tapped the drummer. Watching the other band members use dildos on themselves. Gnarly Reese was the man. He could not wait to see what week two looked like. Landing three part time jobs he was bound to meet plenty more girls. Even if he never joined a metal band here in Chicago, at least he was living life to the fullest.
Opening a beer he staggered a bit back toward his front door. Looking out he found Ivy topless, her chest being devoured by a possessive Regina. Ivy was lost in the moment. Beautiful tits though. He smirked while daring to steal a tit, squeezing Ivy’s right breast at a really bad angle. It was a start. Opting to get comfortable he kicked off his boots by the door. Tempted to forego the pants he waited and looked around him. Regina wanted to be serenaded. He wanted to share that song with Ivy. Good impressions meant killer sex.
Leaving them frolicking against his door jam Gnarly sat his beer aside and broke out his Stratocaster. Plugging it in with the volume lowered he flopped down on his sofa and performed a few keys to attract attention. He knew the neighbors would hear him but he also knew they wouldn’t object. Looking at Ivy being ravaged, her gaze leered his way at hearing the cords being played.
She offered a lustful gaze at Gnarly but maintained Regina’s terrorizing passion. She was torn for certain. Gavin let her suffer and studied his strings. A song kept running through his mind each time he spoke the name Ivy. A song he knew but was trying to recall lyrics too. He knew his voice wasn’t right for the song. Nobody was the great Taime Downe vocally as the lead singer of the 80’s hair band Faster Pussycat, but Gnarly was going to try.
“Baby, baby why won’t you let me be. You’re a major pain in the ass, I do need the hassle can’t ya see. Please I need some piece of mind. That I was hoping I could find. But you just kept a buggin. Till I was crawlin under the rug and baby.” He winced recalling more verses as the girls reacted favorably to his offering.
“Stressin, jump back baby back away, Get off my back you monkey, Ya got my nerves jumping like a junkie today.” Reaching the chorus he brought back memories in both girls.
“Poison Ivy ya come creepin up right behind me, You make me itch baby you’re so unkind, Poison Ivy you’re like poison ivy, You make me itch and I’m out of calamine. So this is how you get your kicks, Lickin up everything after me...” He looked up winking at Ivy and Reggie as they broke away and assisted each other in stepping inside his apartment, door left wide open.
“Baby don’t pet my dog and certainly don’t mess with my birds or my Bees, Jesus I got a peeping Tom, And I was hoping she was gone, But she just kept a knockin, Till I was crawlin under a rock and baby, Stressin,...” Returning to the chorus Ivy fell to his right side on the couch and pointed at herself each time he sang Poison Ivy as part of the verse. She loved it. Regina loved her.
Even as Ivy snuggled next to Gavin, Regina kissed the girls toes after removing her heels. Toes became leg, legs thigh. Regina had gone savage on Ivy biting at her G-string as Ivy lifted her hips to let the black Goddess drag her panties off. Finishing Ivy’s serenade Gavin sat his guitar next to him and leaned over to kiss the brunette. Lips locking she enjoyed the Rockstar’s starvation. His left hand squeezing her braless tit while her button down shirt was wide open. Ivy Proctor was getting two sides of lust.
Regina palmed Ivy’s hips, slipping fingers under the girls black micro miniskirt and guided it up over her now vacant pussy. As soon as her labia unfolded that G-string was drug away like it was yesterdays news. Regina buried her face between Ivy’s legs and feasted so intently that Ivy squealed and pulled away from Gavin. Knowing just how good she must be feeling he sat back and watched them. Beer in hand he toasted the lovers. He had a bad feeling his time with Ivy was over. The two women embraced one another on the couch as a feast led North to Ivy’s breasts. Manicured nails sank deep inside Ivy as Reggie fucked her hard.
“Daaaamn!”
Gavin chuckled as they ripped at each other like wild dogs in heat. In their wrestling Gavin was nudged from his own sofa. Standing over them he moved his guitar to safety. So much for his second encore. Tailing Reggie’s starvation path to Ivy’s neckline even he worried the girl might get Hicky’s. In their battle Ivy had her hands up Regina’s legs encouraging the beautiful African American bodybuilder’s own stretchy dress up over her ass. Digging her nails in passionately only made Reggie storm the girls mouth. Jealous that he did have those beautiful lips to his before being cock blocked he shook his head. “Damn look at them go.” Figuring he could at least offer an assist he set his beer back down.
From there Gavin moved between their legs and reached out for Regina’s black lace panties and pinched them over her hips. He slid them down until Ivy’s talons were in the way. Clearly Gavin hadn’t thought this through. Ivy wasn’t letting up. Wiggling her ass at Gavin gave him the idea Reggie wanted those off post haste. Seeing no clear way without dragging Ivy away he improvised.
Sifting through his pocket he produced a pocket knife and opened the blade. Carefully he lifted Regina’s thin bands and severed one with ease. Releasing it he went after the other side. She could be pissed over it later. Strategically he gripped both bands knowing that the fabric was tugging up inside Regina’s cunt. She felt it for certain as her shoulder muscles rippled, not once did her feasting slow. After a sensual tug of war the panties ripped free of her thighs. His fingers were wet from the materials lengthy ride through heavens gate.
“So much for David’s slingshot. Rock on, Reggie. Goliath go.” He chuckled in thought. Tempted to smell the garment he instead tossed them aside over a couch arm. His hand scratching his nose gave him sample enough. Sweet, sweet, sweat. Eying the dress being in the way he rubbed his chin catching glimpses of both women’s stunning vaginas. Like two fish gasping for air their labia’s took the deep breathes that obviously their lip locks couldn’t. No zipper on Regina’s dress meant it had to come up over her head. Easy enough, right?
Leaning in he gripped the crinkled hem on Regina’s short dress and lifted it up. By sucking in her gut he knew Reggie was onto his stripping her. Giving him room to slither and wind her fabric up to her chest she peeled her crushed breasts from Ivy’s. Then the real challenge came.
Weaving in between two sets of mountain ranges, his knuckles grazed Ivy’s left nipple in passing. He questioned if it was his touch or Regina’s aggressive kisses that had her moaning. Either way he proceeded until the dress was up over Reggie’s breasts. Matching black bra in the way of paradise a swift unfastening let her tits breathe a bit as it loosened. Reggie’s arms did the rest.
One arm at a time she lifted away from Ivy and let Gavin slip her arms free. Same for the bra straps. That part was easy. Flesh on flesh their tits frolicked. Battle accepted! Breaking their kiss savagely, Reggie ripped her own dress free of her neck before snarling and heading back in for more saliva swapping. One girl nude. One to go. Gnarly had his work cut out for him.
In a brash move Reggie threw her weight sideways and hauled Ivy along for the ride. Pulling her on top of her gave Gnarly the necessary room to now undress Ivy. Her shirt was easy. Like a breeze he slipped it from her upper body. Only her skirt remained. A task of light pulls down over her hips led Ivy to hoist her lower body. Inch by inch he slid her skirt toward her ankles, stopping only to caress her gorgeous ass.
Whistling under his breath in a barely audible manner he completed his mission. Both ladies were naked. Retrieving his beer he needed a breather himself. They were barely acknowledging him. Waving to look around the room he glanced at his boots by the doorway. A sudden thought hit him like a brick. Looking at his watch, then at the entangled beauties he had to sigh. Choices needed to be made knowing how late it was and he having to work in the morning.
One last glance at the girls found Regina manhandling Ivy into a 69 position. The fur started flying. Both girls destroyed the others cunt, clawing and biting like felines. Hissing and kissing. Licking and flicking. He knew he would need to clean his couch tomorrow. Enough thought on the maid service. His thoughts switched over to other things.
“I made Vic a promise to give her a massage. I’m second fiddle here right now. Vic needs me to get her shyness to hightail it back to Hong Kong.” Picking up his shoes, and abandoned polo shirt to carry along he headed out the door leaving it open. Before heading up he stopped at Crystal Balou’s apartment door to listen. He heard a television with a very low volume. Deciding she needed rest he took the stairs to the next floor two at a time. Reaching Vicki’s apartment he found it ajar.
“Interesting! She must have left it open for me in case I came up late.”
He sat his boots down outside the door next to her bicycle in the hall. Easing it open he discovered ornate Chinese hanging lamps in three corners of the living room offering a candlelit glow even if they were from bulbs. Looking down at his toes as he stepped on something soft that moved he realized that Vicki had sprinkled cherry blossom petals from the door leading to her bedroom. Puckering at her romantic nature he noted the petals deviate into a separate path to her kitchen. Her microwave door open he could see a bowl of oil waiting to be heated up. The actual oil bottle on the counter to entice his curiosity, a tiny pinch of petals by both bottle and bowl as inspiration.
“Nice move, Hong Kong Floozy.”
Stepping to the kitchen he quietly closed the microwave, setting the timer on 45 seconds. He had no idea how hot it might get. Beating the ping at 44 seconds he shut it off early. He was hoping she might be asleep and wanted to catch her off guard. Tiptoe he crept toward her bedroom when he heard soft Chinese harps coming from her stereo. Beautiful! So was she. Laying out on top of her blankets face up with a pillow curled under her head and arms, she slightly snored. More soft whimpers but still cute. More ball lamps hanging kept the ambiance alive.
Checking out her beauty first and foremost he instantly grew hard. Strangely, he felt harder over Vic than over two of the most beautiful women he knew back in his own apartment. Maybe it was the erotic nature of the massage.
“Time to wake up, Mulan.”
Soft steps to her side he stood tall and dipped his right index finger into the warm bowl. He could probably have heated the oil longer but it was warm. Bowl beneath his hand until he reached her tummy he tilted his fingers away and lets droplets fall along her shoulders and between her breasts. She still hadn’t stirred. Not wanting to get the oil on her long black mane he switched hands and gently guided her soft hair away from the oil. That brought on a smile.
“You playing possum?” He chuckled!
“I was wondering if you were really coming up.”
“I made a promise. I do my best to keep them. See? You’re getting bolder laying out naked waiting on me.”
“I am trying. I truly am.”
“I can see that. Listen? Don’t rush it because of me. I want you to feel totally comfortable around me or any guy for that matter before going further.”
“Is it foolish of me to admit that I am a virgin?”
He puckered his lower lip with a hint of expectation. “I figured as much. You’re not being foolish. I’m fine with that. Like I said, take your time. Let’s get this massage under way I need a few hours of shuteye before I go to work.”
“You may proceed.” She softly giggled then hides her face using her pillow to mask her blush.
Smirking he dribbled more oil over her before sitting the bowl aside. “Nice touch with the flowers.” He then moved both hands to the front of her shoulders massaging around her leftover bruises from the bicycle blindside she had suffered. She tensed up slightly at his pressure.
“Too rough?”
“No I like it rough.” She hid her face at how sexually the words sounded. “That is not what I...”