Gnarly
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Episode 19: KPOP SEMEN HUNTERS
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 19: KPOP SEMEN HUNTERS - 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
Pinky Floyd’s Classic Record Emporium! Chicago! Okay, current music as well!
“At least Magic Mic hasn’t stood me up. I can feel him growing.”
Brushing her hand away from his tented inseam Gavin “Gnarly” Reese guided the gorgeous pink haired diva Pinky Ware back onto the cashiers barstool. Ordered to sit and behave the Iowa born rocker rubbed her shoulders from behind. For the most part she enjoyed the relaxation of his tender grip. In his balancing act to keep her aloft, she suddenly resisted and stood up, hurling the barstool to her left. With it still in the way she reached behind her and hiked her skirt up over her bare ass, trying her darndest to rub her butt over his crotch. All he could do was roll his eyes and idly ignore her advances. So, not easy!
“Nice as that ass is Pinky, I am not fucking you on the job.”
“Buzzkill! Massage my shoulders more Roadie. HA! Roadie and buzzkill ... Roadkill. If I didn’t like your nickname Gnarly already that would be your new name.”
“You’re hilarious.” He held her aloft with one hand and bent over to pick up the barstool to stand it back up. While leaning over she brushed her butt cheeks across his face. Laughing she nearly lost balance yet again. Fucking hangover!
“You know you want that.” She persisted until he stood erect and forced her bare bottom back down onto the cushy seat.
“I never said I didn’t. Just not today and not on the job.” In his authoritative persona he looked out the front window to notice activity outside the store. “You might want to pull that skirt down I think we have a customer or two.”
“I’m good! Keep squeezing.” She sighed leaving her skirt high and her legs spread wide. Only a glass counter with memorabilia in the way masked her inner thighs.
“Alright! It’s your store. Might as well live up to your nickname and show off some pink.”
“My thoughts exactly!” She rubbed her pussy a bit as two men entered. In appearance they looked as if they were the college type, dressed preppy and acting well-mannered. They smiled toward Gnarly and Pinky before moving along to search through the record bins. As Gavin continued his massage Pinky lost all motor skills in her tension relieved state. Even her hands collapsed to her side. For a second Gnarly thought that she had fallen asleep.
Leaning forward over her shoulder to check on her Pinky caught him off guard and licked his cheek. “Dude, shave! I feel like I’m licking pussy and I know you’re not one of those.”
“Last time I was called a pussy I was fourteen. Broke a knuckle on Gary Newman’s jaw. Sucked because I couldn’t play guitar for four months after. I learned how to box after I healed good so I now know how to hit and not repeat that agony. Gramps was a barn dance prize fighter!”
“Well, DO SI DO ME! Take my mind off my migraine!”
Before he could respond one of the students stepped up to the counter to ask their assistance. “Excuse me! You wouldn’t by chance know if you have any Cream?”
“Working on it.” Pinky smirked, her fingers returning to her pussy right in front of him. He of course, didn’t have a direct eye sight of her mischief at first, merely squinting at her reply. Suddenly, the man glanced down and noticed her masturbating through the glass counter and flared his eyes. Gnarly hadn’t noticed her masturbating fingers until he followed the man’s lingering gaze.
“I ... I ... I really like the band Cream.”
“Me too!” She moaned softly lifting her shades to wink at him. Her mood instantly changed and she pulled away from Gnarly’s grasp, standing up to tug her skirt down. “You ruined it at the stutter. Try looking under the letter C. Clapton starts with a letter C too.”
“Pinky!” Gavin grumbled aiming to control her attitude. “Tone!”
“Sorry dude!” She hissed, lowering her glasses again! “Bad night. Worse morning! I’ll be in back Roadie. Figure everything out until Gramps gets back.” Abandoning Gavin, she strutted through the store with half of her ass cheeks hanging out. Both men drooled at every wiggle. Gnarly rubbing the back of his neck enjoyed the view as well. Just before disappearing she bent over and touched her toes, her entire lower body revealed itself. Lippy bitch! Professionalism took over the second she closed the curtain.
“She’s hot as fuck.” The guy hanging back muttered out loud! “Sorry, man! I call it as I see it.” Gavin nodded in agreement!
“You fellas should see her on stage.”
“Stripper?” The guy at the counter brightened up. “What club?”
“Most likely! She’s in a metal band.” Gnarly pointed toward a promotional flyer in the window by the front entrance. “Her band’s called Milkbone. They’re playing in Naperville Saturday night. Drop out and support the girls.”
“Right on.” The guy closest to him grinned!
“Let’s search for Cream.” By now, so was Pinky Sue! Knuckles deep!
Gavin stepped out to assist them in their search and in no time at all located three albums. Ready to purchase them Gnarly figured out the register and the taxation. Luckily, the guys both knew how to run a cash register. The three of them laughed about being thrown to the wolves.
Gnarly knew that even if these guys didn’t like metal music, just seeing four hot girls posing on a flyer might get them to attend. Spotting more loose flyers on the counter he slid one into their bag. Thanking them, the men fist bumped his knuckle out of friendship and took their leave. Once gone Gavin peeled another flyer up for a closer look.
“Yep! Might as well be strippers.”
Not one of the band members had much clothing on. Only one photo of Pinky on guitar did she have attire worth calling it that. Decked out in leather and shades. Having never officially heard the girls beyond a short practice, mostly Jezabelle James on drums and Mavis Flye on guitar he really did hope that they weren’t just eye candy. He knew Mavis played a mean Stratocaster, and Jezebelle stormed on drums, but he hadn’t been all that privy to Dee or Pinky. Faith kept him smiling!
“They might as well be the descendants of Wendy O Williams and her band-aid bikini. Damn! Now I’ll be singing Wendy’s song I Love Sex under my breath the rest of the day.” For the rest of his time in Chicago! Get it right, Rockstar!
Manning the store alone grew boring fast. He considered checking on Pinky but was afraid that she might attack him in back. It was better he kept his distance and not let his desires rule him. Those desires were about to be tested.
Reading a popular back in the day vintage Metal Edge magazine to kill the time, he heard the front door bell ping. Things were about to get interesting. Three rather young looking girls entered, all wearing schoolgirl style uniforms. Two were Asian, one with purple highlights in her hair. The third was Caucasian with long brunette hair, obviously trying to appear Asian by her makeup. All three of them filed in as if robots then clustered side by side in front of the counter facing Gavin. Whispering amongst themselves and acting shy he felt obligated to ask the all important question. His guess they were 15! He would be wrong!
“Can I help you girls?”
Saying nothing they stared at him innocently. Standing up straight towering over them in an attempt to understand the trio, they joined forces with a single unified voice.
“WE ARE JAILBATE!”
Taken back by their introduction he found himself speechless.
“I am Pooki!” Offered one of the Asian girls, the one with her hair bright purple. She looked the oldest!
The white girl added her own intro with a hand on her hip pose. “I am Gidget!”
“I’m Ho Nee!” The second Asian cutie pie smiled with a soft sincerity. Gnarly found himself mesmerized by the girls’ infantile expressions. Did she just say she was horny? In his mind he rambled the word. “Jailbait. Jailbait. Jailbait. Do NOT get erect.” Surely this was his imagination, right?
“I’m Gnarly! Um! Can I help you find anything in particular?”
As if a well oiled machine the girls stepped forward against the counter and leered over it at Gavin’s crotch. Pitch perfect they vocally united to say, “We know what we want.”
Eyebrows rising he chuckled awkwardly and submitted to sweating bullets. The trio were exquisite in every way. Their on key tone would have made a Priest hard, even if he preferred boys. Studying them in their exploration of his body parts they blew bubbles with their chewing gum.
Finally, Gidget reached to his right and tapped the flyers of various bands alongside that of Pinky’s band Milkbone. Following her finger after a swift glance down her tightly pressed cleavage he paused to read.
“Oh ... you’re Jailbate.”
“That is what we said.” Pooki tilted her head scowling. “Open ears, then zipper!”
“Sorry! I guess I didn’t notice your bands logo before now. Nice! Gotcha!”
“No. We got you.” Ho Nee wrinkled her nose at him. “Zipper!” Hint! Hint! Hint! All three girls leaned again to eyeball his swollen jeans.
“Don’t lie!” Gidget playfully winked at him. “You got rock hard when we said we were Jailbate.”
“Yeah, well you lost me at Jail.” He smirked! “What brings you in?”
“Pinky around?” Ho Nee looked over the store finding it empty.
“Back room nursing a hangover. You all friends of Pinky?”
“She used to be our lead singer. We wanted her to hear our new single in person.” Gidget revealed a disc from her jacket pocket. “You DJ!”
“That’s awesome. Sit pretty I’ll go...” Before he could finish his sentence Pinky’s grandfather Floyd returned from an extended lunch through the front door and cut him off. Gnarly paused to see his reaction, watching as Floyd stretched his arms wide with a sly grin.
“There’s my little angels.”