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The Rats

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I lay bent over the couch, my naked bottom pointing skyward. Looking to my left I could see my best friend Josephine kneeling on the sticky carpeted floor, hair a mess, mascara running, opening her mouth to receive the third cock that evening. As I felt strong hands take hold of my hips and a hot, hard shaft begin to press between the cleavage of my arse cheeks I closed my eyes and with my heartbeat racing felt my mind flash back to how I’d got here…

Four weeks earlier and I was standing in the kitchen, telephone in hand and about to burst into tears. I’d just heard the worst news of my 23 year old life. “Portia? Portia, are you there…?” the faint voice on the other end of the line belonged to my best friend Josephine. I couldn’t answer, I felt numb.

It had finally happened. After months of internet rumours and NME gossip my favourite band in the whole world had announced their breakup. Ok, so with hindsight it was hardly the most catastrophic event to ever occur but to me The Rats had meant more than any other band and the thought of them no longer being around made me feel like I’d just been crushed by a falling piano. I had ever one of their records, EPs and singles but The Rats were so much more than a rock’n’roll band, the one thing even more intoxicating than their music was their dreamy lead singer Jonny Rad. Over the years my bedroom had become a shrine to the group but my one truly prized item was the life size poster of Jonny tacked to the ceiling directly above my bed. How many hours had a lay their looking up at him, losing myself in his gorgeous eyes, my hands traveling down between my legs and…

“Babe, are you there?” Josephine’s voice snapped me back to reality “Hey, it’s not the end of the world and we have got tickets to their last ever show, it’s gonna be mad.”

God she was good. I knew she was hurting over the news as well but she still wanted me to be ok.

“Look,” continued Josie suddenly getting a little serious “what if I said I could get us back stage?”

“What? How?” I laughed

“I’ve done it loads, you just find the right moment to dodge the security and you’re in. I swear, it’s easy. If anyone deserves to be backstage this night its us.”

“I guess we could try.” I said, unconvinced.

“Jonny might even be there.” Josie teased.

That got my attention. Oh my God! What if I got to finally meet Jonny! My heart started racing.

“Do you think we would, do you really think we would?” I squealed excitedly.

“I’ll call you tonight,” said Josie “we’ll arrange everything.”

I hung up the phone and collapsed into a nearby chair, drifting into dreamworld.

In between work and constant phone calls with Josie I spent the next four weeks in preparation for The Rats finally show, assessing and re-assessing my wardrobe. I tried on everything I owned, took it off, threw it away, tried it on again. I bought three pairs of shoes. I desperately needed to make an impression, I didn’t want to be seen as just some groupie, if I could just get through to Jonny I knew we’d I hit it off? I sunk into dreamland again and had the ‘happily ever after with Jonny’ fantasy for the seven millionth time.

After four anxious weeks the night of the show finally came around. We got ready at Josie’s house, dressing and redressing until we felt we couldn’t look anymore flawless. We headed off. We applied and reapplied more lipstick in the mini cab. We went over our plan again. Wait until The Rats come on stage then Josie approaches the guard and tells him she’s a photographer for NME and the guard waves us through. “It’s all in how you present yourself,” Josie said confidently “I’ve done it a million times.”

When we got to the venue it was already surrounded by hundreds of fans, wannabes and hangers on. I knew Jonny would see straight through all of them but if we met it would be different.

Josephine and I made our way into the crowded venue catching the last song of the support act. The place was already heaving but by the time The Rats took to the stage it was beyond packed. They launched into the first song of their set, I couldn’t take my eyes off Jonny, it felt like I was being drawn into him like a magnet. Suddenly I felt Josie take hold of my hand. “Let’s go!” she said, pulling me behind her through the throng of bodies.

As we approached the black curtain that led to the backstage area a lone security guard was all that stood between us and the side of stage. Josephine assumed her character.

“Alright mate?” she said to the guard “Josie Pollard, NME.”

The security guard chuckled. “Sorry ladies, VIPs only”.

“Don’t think you heard sunshine,” Josie persisted “I’m from the NME, here to photograph the band after the show.”

“Got a pass?” the guard asked, playing along.

“No, but…”

“No pass, no entry.” the guard cut her off.

“Yeah but my editor…”

“Look fuck off alright.” the guard snapped losing his patience.

My heart sank. Part of me knew the scam wouldn’t work but the dream of meeting Jonny had overcome my doubt for the last few weeks. But Josie stood her crowd. She slowly leaned in toward the security guard keeping her eyes fixed to his until her red lips came up to his ear.

She whispered.

The guards eyes bulged.

Suddenly we were both being swept up by the guard, his big hands quickly pulling us in. The next thing I knew we were behind the curtain, standing with the guard in a long corridor that lead past the side of stage. I could just make out the band as they finished their first song and went straight into the next. Fuck they were cool. Jonny’s hair looked amazing…

“All right, quickly then.” said the guide, looking nervously left and right and bringing me back to reality.

Josie looked at me and winked. What happened next took me by complete surprise. In one fluid motion she slid to her knees taking the guards pants down with her. In seconds his semi hard cock had found its way to her mouth and was hungrily being brought to fullness between her soft red lips. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I’d never seen anyone perform sexually in front of me like this in real life let alone my best friend. I should have said something. I should have looked away. I know I should have felt differently but as i watched her ruby red lips work their way up and down the guards now engorged cock I felt a tingling between my legs that I knew I shouldn’t enjoy but that felt even better because it was so naughty.

The guard moaned deeply as Josie fondled his balls and sucked deeply on his fat cock. The contrast of his hard black shaft against the soft white skin of Josie’s face was beautiful. Suddenly the guard’s knees buckled and his hips thrust forward as he unloaded into Josie’s mouth. She kept her lips fastened tightly around his tool as it pulsed and shot it’s creamy bullets, one, two, three down her throat.

Josie drew her head back slowly and let the guard’s softening cock drop from her lips. For a second they were still joined by a thin strand of saliva which hung between the end of the guard’s knob and Josie’s bottom lip like a suspension bridge but which soon broke parting the two once and for all. The guard regaining his composure, refastened his pants and helped Josie back to her feet.

“Girl, you’re good.” he said smiling. Josie smiled back, wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Honey,” the guard continued, addressing me “if you’re half as good as that I envy those boys on stage.”

I smiled back awkwardly, not knowing quite how to respond.

“You seem like nice girls,” the guard continued, more seriously now “those boys like to party so just be careful ok? Jonny especially is very particular in his, ahhhh shall we say tastes. Be good now.”

And then he was gone, back behind the other side of the curtain leaving a slightly confused me and a slightly disheveled Josie alone in the corridor.

Silence hung over the two of us like a black cloud. I wasn’t sure how to break it. Luckily Josie did.

“Yeah, sometimes that photographer scam doesn’t work, hope you don’t mind me improvising.”

I burst out laughing, reaching over and hugging my friend, kissing her on the cheek.

Thinking it best to move on I motioned to the door at the end of the corridor.

“Do you think that goes to their room?”

“Only one way to find out.” replied Josie, grabbing my hand and running to the door.

She grabbed the handle.

“Wait!” I said.

Turning Josie to look at me, I fondled in my bag for my compact and lippy.

“Think you might need a quick touch up.” I said, smiling.

Josie laughed, taking the products and giving herself a quick ‘cat lick’.

“Perfect.” I said as she finished with the lipstick and rolled her lips together.

Josie turned back to the door. We both took a big breath and grabbed each others hand tightly. Josie turned the knob and we stepped through the door making our grand entrance.

The room on the other side wasn’t quite what we had expected. The walls were covered in graffiti, a large fridge plastered with band stickers hummed in the corner. A ratty couch sat opposite. The room was dirty and smelly, nearly as dirty and smelly as the large roadie that sat spread eagle, sipping a can of lager on what was once could have been another recliner.

“Hello ladies.” said the roadie, apparently unfazed by our sudden appearance in his room. “Looking for me?”

“Hi,” said Josie “actually we were looking for the backstage room. Is this it?”

“Nah, god bless ya nah. The band room is through that door there love” the roadie motioned over his shoulder “but ahhhh, I get to decide who goes through, know what I mean?”

Josie and I exchanged glances.

“So can we go through please?” asked Josie, flashing her toothiest smile.

“Such nice manners,” smiled the roadie “You posh?”

“No, I’m Josie.” said Jo naively “Might we be able to go through?”

The roadie looked us both up and down “Yeah, I reckon so.”

I breathed a say of relief, not such a pig afterall I thought. We took a step forward.

“Of course there is a little matter of my fee.” the roadie suddenly continued.

Josie and I stopped mid step.

“What fee?” I asked nervously.

“Well I can’t just send anyone back there can I, no matter how polite they are. If the band don’t like ya that comes back on me, I gotta explain how you got back there and why, trust me its a big headache.”

I could feel the butterflies doing backflips in my stomach again.

The roadie continued self assuredly “The best way I’ve worked out is if I just have a little test run first, that way everyone’s happy.”

“I don’t understand” I stammered, although I had a pretty good idea.

“Don’t play dumb, I’ll put it simply, one of yous blows me and I’ll let you both through.” He smiled at me gap toothed. “how ’bout it cutie?”

I couldn’t move, my feet felt stuck to the floor.

“No? What about you Finishing School?” he looked over the Josephine.

I couldn’t believe this pig, no way where we doing that with him.

“Look,” I started “we already did that just to get in here. We’ve payed your horrible fee.”

“Not to me you ain’t.” the roadie snapped back.

I couldn’t believe it. I knew this time it would be my turn, I didn’t expect Josie to do it again but I couldn’t make myself say yes to this guy. Yeah,I was turned on watching Josie do it before but that was with a hot guy not some couch potato with a beer gut.


“Ok.” said Josie


“I’ll do it if you promise to let us into the band room.”

I couldn’t believe my ears.

“Scouts fucking honour.” the roadie said, beaming.

“Josie, you don’t have to do this.” I said, “lets just go.”

“No way, The Rats are through that door. We can’t give up now.”

I swallowed hard. “Alright, then let me do it.”

“No babe,” Josie said sincerely “You need to look good for Jonny. I know you guys will hit it off. It’s ok.”

Josie turned away from me and took a step towards the roadie who was all smiles. He undid his belt buckle as Josie slowly sank to her knees in front of him.

As he slid his trousers down I could make out his cock, huge and hard underneath his underpants. I watched as Josie prepared herself for its unveiling.

“It’s alright love,” the roadie smiled, sensing Josie’s nerves “I’ll go easy on ya.”

With that he pulled down his pants. Josie gasped involuntarily as his huge cock sprung out towards her face.

“Wrap your pretty lips ’round that gorgeous.” the roadie said, thrusting his dick towards Josie’s face like a giant missile.

Josie titled her head back and opened her mouth as the roadie took her head and guided his cock between her lips, slowly sinking his shaft into her mouth. Josie gagged as it hit the back of her throat.

“That’a girl” the roadie whispered, holding her head in place. Josie scrunched her eyes up and gagged again. The roadie drew his cock out of her mouth and let her come up for air.

Josie breathed in hard, mascara running down her cheeks.

“Hope you like cum beautiful.” he said, taking hold of her head again and pushing his cock back between her lips. He began thrusting in and out of her mouth, his balls swinging like a pendulum and hitting Josie in the chin. Josie closed her eyes again and put her hands on her knees, letting the roadie fuck her mouth, saliva dripping from her chin. The roadie picked up the pace, taking big fistfuls of blonde hair on either side of Josie’s head and nailing her mouth with all he could muster. Tears spilled from Josie’s scrunched eyes, rolling down her cheeks and joining her spit covered chin. As I watched my friend’s face being fucked I was suddenly taken aback by the huge sense of lustfulness that rippled through me. It was against everything I believed in but at that moment I wished it was me down on my knees, choking on that guy’s massive dick.

Suddenly the roadie grunted loudly and pushed forward. Josie couldn’t help gagging again as his huge cock thrust deep into her throat. Cum spilled from the sides of her mouth as the roadie pulled out and jerked the last few spirts over her face and lips.

The roadie collapsed, spent, on the couch. Josie remained on the floor, cum and saliva dripping from her face. The muffled sounds of The Rats could be heard through the walls as the came crashing to the end of their sixth song.

“That’s my cue ladies, guitar change.” said the roadie, pulling himself up off the couch.

“Clean yourself up darlin'” he said, dropping a dirty rag on the floor in front of Josie. As he exited through the door he turned back with some parting words.

“You’ll be ok love. Jonny might not be so kind though, he’s very particular.” He laughed and shut the door.

I raced over to the crumpled heap on the floor.

“Josie?” I said. I felt like crying.

“I’m fine hon.” Amazingly she sounded sincere. “I haven’t exactly told you the total truth about all this.” she said as I handed her some tissues to clean her face.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I’ve never got backstage pretending to be a photographer.”

“But you’ve been backstage at shows hundreds of times.” I offered.

“How do you think I got there?”

The question hung in the air. It didn’t need answering.

I shook it off. So my friend was a bit of a groupie, so what?

Josie picked herself up and sat down on the grubby couch. As she cleaned herself up she regaled me with stories of her exploits. Kissing the singer from this band after their BRIT award win. Fucking the bass player from that band in the back of the tour bus while his girlfriend waited outside. Blowing the guitarist from such and such side of stage before he took his encore.

After she’d finished I sat stunned.

“There’s one more thing,” Josie said “I don’t think you’ll like it.”

“I don’t think there’s anything you could tell me now that could be anymore…”

“I fucked the drummer from The Rats.” she blurted.

I blanked for second.

“Are you serious?” My mind was suddenly filled with images. Josie with her legs behind her head, the drummer pumping her pussy. Josie ridding cowgirl, head flung back, the drummer fondling her breasts. Josie on all fours, the drumming howling as nailed her from behind. I desperately needed to know more.

“Oh my god, tell me everything.” I said enthusiastically.

“There’s not much to tell, he came in about 30 seconds. But he told me some stuff about Jonny that I think you should know.”

I laughed. “What?”

“Have you noticed everyone saying how ‘particular’ he is?” Josie asked, raising an eyebrow. “He’s got a fetish and I’ve heard it’s the only thing that he’ll do. If you’re wanting to sleep with him I think you should know about it.”

“Well, what is it?” I asked.

My curiosity was peaked. What mysterious secret did my perfect, perfect Jonny hold? Did he enjoy spankings? I could do that. Did he like school girls? I could dress up. Did he like the outdoors? I’m not shy.

Josie lifted her head and looked me in the eyes.

“He only does anal.”

My heart skipped. “Sorry, what?” I smiled, thinking I must have misheard.

“He only does girls up the bum.” repeated Josie.

I was dumbfounded. “But not always,” I questioned “sometimes he must like it normal too?”

Josie shook her head. “Apparently he’s obsessed by it, pussy doesn’t interest him at all.”

“And the drummer told you all this?”

Josie nodded. Silence filled the room. Then, “Ever done it that way?”

I blushed and looking at the floor. “No.”

“Ever wanted to?” queered Josie.

Yeah, I’d thought about it, I’d even explored a little while alone in my bedroom starring up at the poster of Jonny Rad that adorned my ceiling but I’d never had a guy put his dick up there.

Telling Josie this she sat, pondering.

“Do you still want to go through with it?” she asked.

I thought for a second, was I ready for this? I’d dreamt about Jonny Rad making love to me so many times, I didn’t care where he wanted to put it, I just wanted him so bad.

“Yeah,” I said. “I do.”

“Then I think there’s something we need to do.” said Josie.

“What is it?”

“I think we need to warm you up.” Josie replied. “Trust me, you need to be a little prepared for what Jonny’s gonna want to do.”

“Ok.” I responded, a little confused “What do I need to do?”

A wicked smile spread across Josephine’s mouth. “I think you should let me do it.”

“Ok.” I replied again, dumbly.

“Stand in front of me and turn around.” Josie said.

I did as she asked, turning away from her so I was now facing the door to the stage.

Josie gave me a second before continuing.

“Ok, now slide your panties down and show me your beautiful bottom babe.”

I swallowed, “he goes nothing” I thought.

I reached down and slide my panties down to the floor. Stepping out of them I reached back and hitched up the back of skirt exposing my white orbs to Josie.

“Wow,” gasped Josie “I never realised you had such a hot arse.”

“Thanks,” I laughed nervously “I guess.”

I could feel Josephine’s eyes on me then suddenly her warm hand gently running over my right bum cheek. I gasped and closed my eyes at her touch as that same feeling of lustfulness that had filled my body as I watched her blow the roadie washed over me again.

“I need you to spread your legs a little babe and bend over.” Josie said from behind me.

I responded, bending at the waist and and planting my hands on the ground. My long black hair hung in my face obscuring my view but that didn’t matter as I soon found my eyes closing as Josie again ran her hands over my naked arse.

I had no idea what was going to happen next. Part of me couldn’t believe I was doing this so willingly, letting my best friend feel me up in the back room of a club but the other part of me, the part that slowly taking over wanted it more than anything.

“Just relax babe.” whispered Josie.

My whole body was tingling as I waited for her to make the next move.

Suddenly I could feel her warm breath against my arse sending goose-bumps over me and quickening my breath.

Then the most incredible feeling I’d ever experienced. Josie’s tongue flicked out and gently ran over arsehole.

“Oh fuck.” I breathed. The sensation was indescribable, even more amazing than someone licking my clit.

Again Josie daintily licked around my rim sending lightening bolts of pleasure through my arse and right into my pussy.

I bit my lip in ecstasy and moaned.

Josie began to slowly lap at my arsehole, her tongue moving in little circles over my most sensitive spot. I couldn’t believe how hot it was making me. My kitty was soaking wet and screaming for attention but all I could think about was the growing need to have my arse plundered.

I was obviously getting overenthusiastic as Josie pulled back and stroked the outside of my thighs.

“Easy babe,” she whispered “you gotta take it easy.”

“Oh Josie,” I lusted “I want more, please don’t stop.”

I knew Josie was smiling as she went back to work on my arsehole, this time interspersing her circle motions with gently stabs of her tongue. Then, taking hold of my arse cheeks and spreading them wide she began screwing her tongue slowly into my arse. I groaned deeply as her soft wetness penetrated my tight hole.

The feeling was almost too much to take as Josie began to softly move her tongue in and out of my arsehole. I pushed back against her face wanting her tongue deeper inside me, wishing she could spread me wider. I couldn’t believe how addictive the sensation of having my bottom penetrated could feel. I wanted more. I wanted deeper and wider. I wanted the biggest cock in the world to force its way in back there. It was a completely new emotion, a feeling of complete surrender I’d never experienced before. It was the sensation of giving up the most coveted part of my body and having it used and out of my control that filled me with raw animal passion.

Then I began to feel it grow. That soft tingling that usually started in my pussy and spread like fire to my inner thighs for the first time began to burn in my arsehole. It grew so quickly it took me by complete surprise. I couldn’t even speak or scream it felt so powerful. All I could do was hyperventilate as it exploded through me, ripping through my body and taking me the absolute edge of ecstasy. I bucked against Josie’s face as she tongue fucked me, my arsehole involuntarily clamping down on her tongue as I came harder than I ever had, ridding out my most powerful orgasm until my knees buckled and gave way and I collapsed out of breath to the floor.

As I came back down to earth my post orgasm buzz suddenly turned to panic. I lifted my head slightly and my fears were justified. four pairs of feet stood in the open doorway that led from the room to the side of stage corridor. I gingerly aloud my gaze to travel higher until, with flushed embarrassment I came face to face with the owners of the feet. The Rats, fresh from the stage stood in the doorway and front and centre, the cause of a million fantasies, in the flesh stood Jonny Rad.

I could feel my face burning bright red. Not in a million years had I ever imagined this is how I would meet Jonny Rad. I had gone above and beyond to look perfect for him tonight and here I was, naked from the waist down, hair plastered to my face, laying in a wet pile on the floor of a backstage band room.

“Jonny,” I stammered “this isn’t what it looks like.”

Jonny looked down at me and smirked.

“Really? That’s a shame.” he laughed.

“I mean, it is but it’s not.” I backtracked, my mind desperately trying to think up some kind of way to get out.

“Coz if it is what it looks like I was going to ask what you do for an encore?” he said.

This was it. It wasn’t how I’d dreamt it but all I could do was to roll with the situation.

I looked over to Josie. The drummer from The Rats had already made his way over to her and was getting reacquainted, his lips locked to hers, his hand squeezing her right breast.

I turned back to Jonny and looked him dead in the eyes.

“Anything you want.” I whispered.

Jonny walked up and knelt down in front of me, brushing the hair out of my eyes.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Portia.” I said.

“So Portia, anything at all eh?”

“Anything Jonny.” I said.

Jonny knelt there, looking at me. I couldn’t believe he was this close to me. His face was only inches from mine.

I starred back at him in awe. Gently he leaned in and kissed me. I melted as his tongue moved inside my mouth, his soft lips pressing hard against mine.

He pulled back and starred into my eyes again.

“I take it from that little show I just witnessed that you like it back there?” he said.

“It was amazing.” I said, dizzy from his kiss.

“Has anyone ever fucked you there?” Jonny asked.

I paused. “Never.”

“Portia,” Jonny leaned in close “I want to fuck you right up your gorgeous arse.”

My heart was in my throat. “I want you to.” I breathed.

Jonny stood up and looked around the room.

The Bass player from the band had joined the drummer on the couch with Josie who now had both their cocks out, one in each hand while she continued to lock lips with the drummer.

The guitarist, happily watched the show from the other side of the room, a can of lager in his hand.

Jonny extended his hand to me. I grasped it and pulled me to my feet. Silently he reached behind me and unzipped my skirt, letting it fall to the floor, then gently pulled my T-shirt up and over my head. He put his arms around me and fumbled with the clips of my bra, detaching them and sliding it off my arms.

As I stood now completely naked in front of him I felt no self consciousness at all. All I could think about was what he was about to do to me and how much that thought turned me on.

Jonny took my hand and led me to the other couch. Then after pulling me close and kissing me again he bent me over the arm of the recliner so that my bottom starred up at him. I looked back over my shoulder at him and smiled.

“I want you to fuck me so hard Jonny.” I breathed.

A wry smile crossed Jonny’s lips as he looked down at the naked girl in front of him, her white bum so beautifully exposed before him.

I turned my head to the left. Josephine was on her knees now. The drummer, standing to her left, pants around his ankles was guiding his cock into her mouth. The bass player stood to her right slowly pulling his own cock and watching as Josie’s lips were stretched wide by his mate’s large shaft.

Watching as my friend devoured her third cock that evening I felt Jonny’s hands take hold of my hips and the warm underside of his rigid cock as he nestled it between the cheeks of my arse like hotdog in a bun. He squeezed my cheeks together around his cock and slowly fucked the cleavage of my arse, the underside of his cock rubbing so teasingly against my arsehole. The heat from his hot dick felt so delicious I wanted him to thrust it into me right then and there. But he continued to fuck my cheeks, the friction from his cock turning them red and hot.

After what felt like a gorgeous eternity of this Jonny finally withdrew his cock from between my cheeks and stepped around in front of me.

I looked up. His cock juttered out from his body so hard and long.

“Get it nice and wet.” he said, bringing his truncheon-like member to my lips.

I opened wide and moaned as his hardness filled my mouth. I adjusted my head and took him deeper, letting his cock slide down my throat. I pushed my tongue against the underside, coating his cock with my saliva.

He pushed it in and out of my mouth a few times until he was satisfied it was wet enough then pulled it from my mouth with a pop.

Jonny returned to his station behind the girl’s luscious arse, taking hold of her cheeks and splitting them wide. He stared down at the small, tight hole between them, virginal for only moments more.

Jonny rubbed the end of his spit coated cock over my longing arsehole. I looked to my left again to see Josie, no longer sucking the drummer’s cock but looking big eyed at Jonny’s huge dick perched to imminently penetrate my arse. At that moment I began to feel Jonny’s cock pressing hard against my arsehole. His cock was so wet and my bottom still a little stretched from Josie’s affections that without too much fight my arsehole gave in to his demands and let the head of his manhood enter me. Jonny paused for a minute as my arsehole grew to accept him then gently pushed forward, sinking more of his monster into me. I gasped as I was stretched and filled beyond anything I’d ever felt before. His cock felt so enormous I thought he split me in two. It hurt to be stretched so hard but the feeling of being subdued in such a manner was such an incredible turn on that it almost eclipsed any pain.

Jonny sank his cock into me, deeper and deeper until I could feel his balls brushing against my pussy. He reached forward and took hold of my hands, placing them on my bum cheeks and instructing me to spread them for him. I did as he asked, giving him the perfect of view of his massive cock buried to the hilt in my tight arse. Gradually Jonny began his out stroke, the feeling of his tool being drawn the other way felt completely different again as the muscles of my arse gripped hard to his cock. He withdrew nearly completely then pushed into me again. He continued slowly like this until after a few minutes all pain from accommodating such a huge dick in my hot dot had completely vanished leaving in it’s place delicious burning sensation that could only be satisfied by more and more cock.

Jonny was plowing into my arse now, giving me full long strokes of his cock in and out. I dug my fingers into the cushion of the recliner, put my head down, gritting my teeth and pushed my hips back against his thrusting, encouraging him to go harder. He returned my eagerness with harder, shorter thrusts of his cock, grinding it into my arse and making me scream. I’d never wanted a man’s cock more. I wanted him to violate me and fill me with his cum. I had to have it.

As he rammed me into the couch I lifted my head to see The Rats guitarist, now minus pants approaching me from the other side of the room. Without a word he brought his semi hard cock to my lips. I turned my head and looked up at Jonny.

“Do it.” he said.

Without argument I pushed myself up on my hands and while still being hammered up the arse from behind opened my lips and sucked the guitarists now growing cock into my mouth. It grew quickly and was soon rock hard. It wasn’t as fat as Jonny’s but still long. He held the sides of my head and began pumping away at my mouth.

The two men began rigorously fucking me from both ends. Sometimes syncing their thrusting so that when Jonny had his cock all the way in my arse the guitarist would be on his out stroke in my my mouth and vice versa. Other times they would move in and out at the same time which felt as though their cocks would meet up somewhere in the centre of me.

Eventually the guitarist starting to quicken his pace, his cock frantically sawing in and out of my mouth until I suddenly felt his hot, salty cum hit the back of my throat. It barely touched the sides as he unloaded several large shots straight down my throat.

His cock wiltered and fell from my mouth as he collapsed onto the couch, Jonny still working his in and out of my burning bottom.

Suddenly I heard him speak.

“Portia, can I cum inside you?”

I turned my head and biting my lip, nodded my approval.

Jonny increased his rhythm, driving my hips into the couch with each powerful thrust of his cock. He took hold of my hair in his fist, pulling my head back and riding me like a filly. Then I suddenly felt him shoot inside me. Hot jism filled my arse. He seemed to flood my insides with cum, blast after blast firing deep and hot into my stomach. His grip on my hair loosened and my head flopped forward in post-rogering bliss.

Slowly he drew his still hard tool from backside. A river of cum followed it, running out of my bottom and down my inner thigh. I’d never felt so well fucked. All I could do was lay there across the couch, feeling the flow of cum from my arse running down my leg.

The next year was a blur. Jonny put out a solo record and toured Europe taking me on as his ‘personal assistant’. Away from the prying eyes of the media we fell into a wild twelve months of sex and drugs and rock’n’roll. It was a passionate affair to say the least. And he never once fucked my pussy.

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