Chapter 12

By the middle of the Summer, the punk rockers were almost ready to record their album. In between their practice sessions, they had plenty of live gigs, and I attended a few. Several pubs, fetes and fayres had booked the anarchist group, and they performed at a couple of concerts where they were further down the running order.

In the bedroom, Natasha pegged me at least four times a week. We tried numerous positions, and I adored her screwing me doggy style, or with my girlfriend on top, pressing herself down on me as I lay prostrate on the bed. She pissed on me daily, spanked me regularly and we had vanilla sex every few days, too. I had never had so much activity or variety in my sex life.

Natasha was open about our sexuality with her bandmates. They already knew she dominated me, but she loved expressing her dominance in front of everyone. It was part of her personality: she had to be the alpha dog.

One weekend, when the band stayed over, she sent me a text message to “clean my arse and come over.” I did as she asked and within sixty seconds of entering the annexe, she had my shorts around my ankles, I was bent over the kitchenette worktop and my girlfriend had a lubricated strap-on dildo fastened to her waist.

Faye took Nessie at the same time, and - side by side - the two band members sodomised their lovers as their fellow rockers downed beer and partied in the ground floor room. Punk music blared from the speakers, as we were roughly taken.

I held onto Nessie’s hand as her lesbian lover buggered her with a bright blue dildo. The young woman groaned and squealed as Faye stretched the lithe submissive’s anal ring, filling her rectum with a thick, meaty dong that was at least ten inches long. It dwarfed Natasha’s toy pounding across my prostate.

Nessie orgasmed; she squeezed my hand as Faye slammed the rubber phallus deep into the young woman’s butt, causing her sweating body to quiver, groan and squeal.

My girlfriend’s aggressive words as she buggered me, as much as the penetration, brought me towards my orgasm. The abuse punctured my dignity and excited every sinew of my perverted sexuality. I loved she was sodomising me. I adored the reality that we had an audience, and I savoured my kinky humiliation. She slapped my butt cheeks and used my waist for leverage as her toy flicked over my prostate.

I had never been taken so publicly; Natasha had never been so forceful. Her fingers dug into my flesh as she jackhammered the dildo, grunting and groaning as she ploughed into me. She fucked me mercilessly, thrusting her prick deep into my sanctuary.

I felt my climax well, as my cock swung underneath me from the powerful movements of my girlfriend, and then explode, sending cum splattering across the floor and the kitchenette cupboards.

I groaned as I lay with my head on the kitchen workshop, savouring the multitude of orgasmic tingles in my prostate; she pulled her cock from my backside, and she pushed me towards the back door and into my secluded garden.

I knew what was coming. Face up on the grass, her cunt pressed against my mouth as she released the pressure on her bladder and coated me in her deliciously nasty piss. I gulped several mouthfuls as she recorded my humiliation on her phone, and then she left me in the tepid evening twilight as she rejoined her bandmates.

Fucked. Humiliated. Abandoned. I loved her so much.

The following Wednesday night, the band played at a village hall in the Essex countryside. Maddison’s aunt ran the Brownies from the rundown parish amenity and the community had started a fundraising drive to rebuild the aged infrastructure.

Thus, Bitches Against agreed to do a free concert with ticket sales of the 400 revellers going into the coffers of the local parish council. Nessie sold T-shirts and merchandise to cover the petrol cost for the band, and the village pub set up a mobile drinks van. I attended the adults-only show and the foul-mouthed rockers swore liberally throughout.

After the interval, the five musicians returned to the stage without their tops with a complaint that the village hall was “fucking sweltering” and I took lots of photos of topless punks in their abbreviated shorts. Faye exhibited her new nipple piercings, and I sent those pictures of the half-naked rockers to the band’s private group rather than social media.

They raised over £7,000 for the village hall, and the band cleared another grand and a half from merchandising. We arrived at my house at just before midnight; the chatter on the way home had been salacious and the horny women sat in the back seat and stripped Nessie on the journey. Faye pawed at their employee’s bare tits, and Natasha fingered the naked submissive’s cunt as she groaned and writhed.

We hurried to our bedroom, discarding clothes as we ran through my house; the scorched look of arousal burnt in Natasha’s eyes, and my girlfriend pulled my hand as she scampered up our stairs. Nessie’s squeal permeated the walls and my lover stopped and giggled. She picked up a pair of handcuffs and led me into her old room next door.

Faye and Nessie were naked, writhing on the duvet as they kissed and my girlfriend pressed on my shoulder, pushing me into an armchair. The talented songwriter and keyboardist smiled as she watched Natasha control me. A click on the metal restraints fastened my wrists underneath the wooden seat.

Natasha wordlessly left the room, walking past me without sharing a glance, and returned to her friends carrying two strap-on harnesses. I gulped as she passed one to Faye, who slipped the black straps holding a six or seven-inch purple dong around her waist, while my girlfriend sported a bright green dildo - a favourite of mine.

The confidence of the two women donning strap-on toys was especially arousing, and Nessie caught my eye. She could see the envious expression etched upon my face as they manhandled their submissive on the bed. Natasha held Nessie’s ankles aloft and rubbed her smooth toy over the young lady’s slit. Nessie groaned as the hard rubber slid over her wetness before my girlfriend pressed the dildo into her cunt with a powerful thrust.

She gasped as the lead singer ploughed into her pussy, pressing the toy deep into her with wild abandon. Nessie’s lips encircled the glans on Faye’s prick as her head hung over the side of the mattress and she fellated the silicone cock attached to her employer’s waist.

I watched, entranced and amazed, as they spit-roasted their merchandise saleswoman. Natasha gripped Nessie’s hips to power her toy harder and deeper into the groaning, orgasming woman.

The air was thick with the sounds and smells of feminine ecstasy. My cock leaked onto the chair as pre-cum poured from my untouched prick while I ogled the lesbian sex show, provided to tease and torment me.

Nessie’s cunt slurped as it sucked and gripped the rubber dong jackhammering into her. Natasha grunted as she dominated the submissive with an energetic fucking. Faye giggled as the youngest woman expertly fellated the dildo, swinging from her waist. A sordid, debauched exhibition of wanton hedonism and I desperately wanted to join in. I wished I could plant my face between Nessie’s legs, or slide my tongue over Natasha’s rosebud. I dreamt of toying with Faye’s new nipple rings or lying on the bed and accepting one the strapon toys rammed up my pipe. I wanted in.

Natasha looked across at me and smiled. She could read my mind and understood my jealous expression. A few moments later, she walked over to me; my hands were still immobile, and she grabbed the back of my neck, pushing my face into the dildo, slick with Nessie’s arousal.

My lips parted as the toy brushed against them. The chemical rubber taste intertwined with the nymphomaniac’s lustful juices. Natasha impaled my mouth on her prick and it hit the back of my tongue before she withdrew and returned to Nessie, plunging the dildo into the writhing girl.

My girlfriend did this several times; forcing the musky smell and slick taste of arousal into my mouth via the rubber dong. My cock wept at the teasing.

She unfastened my wrists and led me onto the bed, muttering sharp instructions. I knelt doggy style, as demanded by Natasha, and her eyes met mine. She guided my lips over her phallus once more to suck the juices from it. I only took a few inches in my mouth. Faye fiddled with my butt, sliding a cold wetness over my bud, and then fidgeted on the mattress.

Her realistic cock pressed against my ring, stretching it. The toy pressured my opening, and I grunted, gurgling onto Natasha’s prick. My girlfriend said nothing, and she ran her hands over my hair.

I relaxed my butt; I took deep breaths and slow inhalations as her dick drove into my rectum. Faye’s cock pushed into me. Not as gentle or patient as Natasha, she caused a moment of discomfort as the lesbian rocker impaled me onto her dildo.

And then the submissive satisfaction of sodomy swept through me. My soul danced, my eyes watered, my cock swung, and my flesh sizzled as Faye fucked me. She rogered me. She powered her dick into me, tickling my prostate as her thrusts slammed her thighs into mine.