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Guitar Lessons
I have always been very attracted to guys with
musical talent. Drummers and guitar players will
always capture my attention. Drummers and guitar
players who can sing melt my heart and make me
wet.
I used to work with Mara, whose boyfriend, Tom,
and his brother, Tony, played in a band. I went
to see them perform one night while I was
visiting from Illinois. I joked with Tony that I
wanted to learn how to play the guitar, and that
he would be the perfect teacher. Tony promised
me a guitar lesson if I came to the house after
the show. I agreed at first, but had to leave
the show early. I had a wedding to attend early
the next morning, and I could barely hold my
eyes open due to massive alcohol consumption. I
drove home, disappointing Tony, as well as
myself.
Mara called a few days later, asking if I would
like to come over to hear the band rehearse. I
agreed immediately. We had a wonderful time
chatting, listening to the music, and sitting in
their studio, which was actually a finished
basement with a lot of soundproof padding. I
could not help but watch Tony's hands and
fingers as they expertly maneuvered the strings
of his guitar. Glancing up from time to time, I
noticed Tony watching me. He would smile at me,
wink, and go back to his work. He was fantastic-
the music that he made was smooth and sounded
perfect. I was very turned on listening to him,
watching his fingers move faster and faster up
and down the neck of the guitar. I could not
help wondering what those fingers would feel
like if they were sliding in and out of my
already wet pussy.
The band took a short break, and Tony sat next
to me on the couch. We chatted a little bit,
mostly about life and my move to Illinois. I
reminded him of the guitar lesson that he owed
me, and he was quick to make promises to teach
me later that night. I joked with Tony, telling
him that I was always turned on around
musicians, particularly ones that could sing. I
told him it was too bad that he did not sing,
because I would be in his bed in no time. Tony
raised an eyebrow at me and responded that he
needed to get back to practice. I sat on the
couch, red-faced at what I had said. Surely I
had not only embarrassed the guy, but also made
myself look like a total groupie slut.
I sat through the next two hours in agony. I
felt like a fool, angry that I had opened my
mouth. Tony glanced at me from time to time, but
he had a strange expression on his face.
Finally, the lead singer thanked Mara and I for
being the perfect audience, and said that the
band had one more song for us before they
stopped for the evening. He stepped aside, and
Tony stepped up to the lead microphone. He sang
"Lover Boy" by Stevie Ray Vaughn. I was
dumbfounded. The boy could sing, and damn if I
wasn't ready to have him in me.
The other members of the band left, and Mara,
Tom, Tony, and I found ourselves in the kitchen
with a bottle of brandy. It was about 2:00 am,
and the three of them each had to work in the
morning. I had an early flight back to Illinois.
Mara told me to spend the night, and leave after
getting a few hours of sleep.
Mara and Tom went to bed for the evening,
leaving Tony and I alone in the kitchen. I told
him that even though he was tired, I wanted my
lesson. We went down to the band's studio, where
he attempted to teach me how to play guitar. I
am not the most graceful or coordinated person
in the world, but Tony was patient. Eventually,
I gave up trying, and Tony sat next to me on the
couch, playing the guitar and singing to me. It
was torture. I was so turned on, I could barely
focus on Tony explaining the different strings
on the guitar. I felt growing wetness in between
my legs, dampening the flimsy g-string I was
wearing. I decided that I needed him too much to
wait for him to make a move.
I turned on the charm, and went forward with a
plan of seduction. I crossed my legs, and rested
my bare foot against the back of his calf,
rubbing him gently. I leaned way over to ask him
something about the song he was singing, knowing
that the low cut tank top I was wearing gave him
a great view of my breasts. I noticed that he
stole a glance, but looked away quickly. I
flicked my tongue slowly over my lips,
moistening them. I stared at his crotch
pointedly, noting the way the fabric stretched
tight across his manhood. I stroked his knee
with the tip of my finger and told him that I
thought he was amazing, that was making me so
hot with the sultry sound of his voice.
Finally, he told me that he needed to get to
bed. I was very disappointed. I was so confident
that he had understood my intentions, but
apparently, I was wrong. The only thing I would
be getting was a night on the couch, sexually
frustrated, while this guy slept in his bed,
oblivious to the fact that I wanted to tear his
clothes off. Mentally, I started to cuss at him.
If I had wanted to pleasure myself, I would have
just stayed home.
I watched him as he put his guitar away. He
leaned over, and I got a great view of his ass.
Nice, tight, definitely something to hold on to
if he was on top of me, fucking me for all he
was worth. Tony was shorter than me, about 5'7",
compared to my 5'11" height. He wore a pair of
faded jeans and a white tank top, showing off
the thick curly hair that scattered his chest.
Black hair covered his head, and a
mustache/goatee combination drew to a point down
his chin, giving him a slightly devilish look.
He was a little thick, just the way I like my
men. I need something to wrap my arms around.
Tony straightened, and turned to find me
examining him. He blushed slightly, and said he
wanted to go to get me a blanket and pillow.
Tony came back downstairs to find me looking at
the equipment. I was trying to compose myself,
looking for a distraction so I would not make a
fool of myself again. He stepped up to me,
looked me in the eyes, and kissed me hard on the
mouth. I was so surprised that I stumbled
slightly. His hands grabbed my waist as he
pulled his body close to mine. He kissed me
hard, and I matched his passion with my own. I
ran the tip of my tongue against his top lip,
and I heard him moan.
Tony pushed me back to the direction of the
couch, slamming me hard into one of the steel
support beams. Surprised, I gasped and tried to
pull away from him, but he took advantage of
that action to grab my hair and yank my head
back. His mouth was on my neck, breath hot,
tongue running over my skin and sending shivers
down my spine. He nipped my collar bone and
pressed his lower body against mine. I felt him
hard against me, and I started to grind my hips
against him. He pulled me forward, away from the
beam and moved me to the couch. He shoved me
back onto the couch, straddled my body, and
started to unbuckle his jeans. He pushed his
pelvis into my face as I reached up to help him.
I tugged his pants down to reveal a pair of sexy
boxer briefs with a nice bulge in the center.
I kissed him through his underwear, running my
tongue over the cotton fabric. I took the tip of
his dick in my mouth and sucked hard. Tony tried
frantically to push his boxers over his hips.
Finally, I pulled back, and yanked his boxers
down. I quickly moved my mouth back to his cock,
tasting the salty pre-cum that had formed on the
tip. I took him fully in my mouth and began to
suck him. I slowly ran my tongue up and down his
shaft, moving my head slightly so I could drag
it in a lazy circle around his head. I quickened
my pace, bobbing my head to take him in and out,
each time letting him graze the back of my
throat. Tony grew very impatient, and started to
move his hips forward in rhythm with my mouth
and head. I could feel his cock start to pulse
inside my mouth. I squeezed his shaft with my
hand, and he went wild. Tony cried out, grabbed
the back of my head, and held my mouth to his
body as he shot cum down the back of my throat.
I swallowed him greedily, and gently licked him
as he came down from his orgasm. I pulled back
and smiled at him. I laid back on the couch,
grinning at him as he tried to catch his breath.
He knelt in between my legs, pushed my skirt up
to my hips, and yanked my panties down. Sticking
one finger into my dripping wet pussy, he leaned
forward to kiss me on the mouth again. His
finger explored me and I moaned against his
tongue. He leaned back to insert two fingers
into me, and started to pump them in and out. I
was so wet, I could feel my juices running out
of my body and sliding down my thighs. His
fingers brushed against my
clit again and again, until he pressed his
thumb hard against it. He continued to fuck me
with his fingers while applying pressure to my
throbbing clit until I felt my breath catch in
my throat. I arched my hips up to him, and felt
the bittersweet release of orgasm against his
fingers. My chest heaved up and down as I tried
to catch my breath.
Not yet satisfied and completely hard again,
Tony settled between my legs. He pushed his cock
into my sensitive pussy without delay. He moved
his hips slowly at first, letting himself glide
in and out of my body. I grabbed his shoulders
and pulled him completely on top of me. I ran my
tongue over his earlobe, and he pushed hard into
me. I whispered in his ear, telling him how good
it felt when he was fucking me, how badly I
wanted him to shoot a load into my pussy. He
laughed and yanked my tank top down to reveal my
breasts. Cold air from the air conditioning
assaulted my breasts and my nipples were
immediately hard.
Tony took one in his mouth, biting it as he
pounded his hips against mine. He let his
hard cock sit in me as he paid attention to
first one breast, and then the other. He pinched
my nipples and squeezed my breasts. The
combination of pain and pleasure drove me to the
point of a second orgasm, and I began to move my
hips against his still body. He resumed
thrusting in and out of me, slamming into me
harder than before. He grabbed my hips and told
me he was going to cum. I told him I was ready,
that I was there myself. I felt warmth in my
belly as Tony fucked me as hard as he could,
bringing both of us to release. I moaned as I
came against his cock, and he shot deep into me
with a loud groan, telling me what a great fuck
I was.
Tony lay on top of me, panting. He looked deep
in my eyes and asked if he was a good teacher,
if I had learned anything from the lesson. I
laughed, and agreed that he was definitely worth
whatever he wanted to charge per session for his
guitar lessons.
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