• Rock n Roll Threesome

    Oh, dear. I have been a very Bad Kitty! I'm sitting here in my night robe, completely hungover and feeling desperately sorry for myself. I have taken two headache numbing pills and can't keep much else down. To say I'm recovering from a night of debauchery would be a massive understatement. It's all I can do to sit here, very near to the bathroom in the advent of anymore projectile vomit, typing the words to tell you about last night.

    It was my friend Beth's fault. She dragged me to a gig in London to watch this band she's been following for ages. She has a thing for the bass player, a hoary old rock throwback who had been wooing her with tales of touring in the 80s with tons of other bands I've never heard of. Anyway, Beth's been shagging him for a few weeks now, so I thought it was time I gave in to her persistent nagging to meet him.

    The club was rank. It smelt of feet and stale beer, and was rammed with metalheads and rockers. I have to admit, some of those guys were pretty damn sexy, in a disheveled kind of way, and they were more than friendly than I expected. After a few beers and two shots of Jagermeister, Beth's bass playing beau came over with his lead singer/guitarist and drummer. Holy shit! The lead singer was a bit rough around the edges but he had a magnetic sex appeal that I was instantly drawn to. And the drummer, wow! Humungous arms with bulging muscles, covered in black tattoos and with long dark hair hanging over one side of his face. I could feel myself getting excited.


    I didn't think much of their songs, but that's probably because I wasn't listening to the music. How could I concentrate when all I could think about was which one I should hit on? As it turned out, I wasn't the only one in there with designs on the band. When I first walked in to the club I swear it was just full of guys, but as the band were playing these random women were seemingly clamped to every available bit of the stage. I'm used to competition, but there were so many of them! I had to get tactical, and fast.

    Pushing through the crowd, I grabbed Beth's hand and battled my way to the front, getting elbowed by more than a few girls in the process. We finally managed to position ourselves in front of the singer, Mike, and as soon as I caught his eye I started to unzip my leather jacket, revealing my skimpy vest beneath. I'm so glad I wore my Wonderbra.

    Teasing him throughout the band's set, by the time they got to the last song I realized that Mike's head wasn't the only one I had turned. The drummer was ogling me, too. I felt such a rush that I had managed to captivate both guys, when practically every woman in the room wanted to get their hands on them as well. As soon as the band finished their set, Mike and the drummer (sorry, I can't remember his name) came across to Beth and I and bought a round of drinks. With Beth snogging her bass-players face off, I was left to entertain the other two, and there's only one way I know how to do that.

    Walking in to the piss-stained backstage area of the club, Mike's hand was all over my ass as I walked hand-in-hand with the drummer. In the room was a torn leather stool, an old floral couch and dodgy lighting. As I sat on the stool with my legs splayed, Mike's tongue darting in and out of my pussy and the drummer standing in front of me with his cock in my mouth, I began to wonder how the hell I get myself in to these situations.

    "You've got some cracking bongos," the drummer said, for which I nearly spat out his cock through sheer amusement. "Lie down on the couch, I want to hit you with my rhythm stick!" I swear, one more drum-related quip out of him and he wouldn't be banging to any kind of beat with me.

    Threesomes with two guys are incredible. Contrary to popular belief, you don't always have to play a game of sword fighting. Instead, you can have a screaming orgasm with one of the guys eating you out while the other rims you from behind. I came hard and gushing. While the drummer started crashing around, looking for a condom, Mike fed his penis into my mouth. It was long and thin, not the kind of shape that's good for sucking down on, but his constant eye contact made me want to put on a show.

    As I sucked, licked and flicked the top of his cock, maintaining my sexiest pout while glancing up from underneath my fringe, the drummer had finally tracked down a rubber and took me from behind. I swear, I nearly had another orgasm there and then. His cock was built like a tank. The length was about average, but it was incredibly wide and it seemed to rub every delicious inch of my pussy.

    I don't know whether it was seeing his bandmate fuck me while I gave him head, but Mike shot his load a bit too quick for my liking. And a bit of warning would have been nice, too! Still, one down, one to go. The drummer flipped me over onto my back, pulled both my legs over his shoulders and began pounding me hard. 10 minutes later and we were still there. I began worrying he may have had a case of Brewer's Droop, so I decided to help him out. With him on his back this time, I sat on top of him and started bouncing like a jockey in the last leg of the Grand National.

    Less than two minutes later, his come was shot and I was pulling up my panties. Beth came bustling through the backstage door just in time to see me fasten up leather jacket, bottle of Jack Daniels in hand. We went to another club after that, where I lasted until 3am. I can't remember getting home, but I've got two phone numbers in my pocket: one from Mike and one from Steph, who I'm guessing is the drummer.

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