0 comments/ 26869 views/ 2 favorites Team Effort By: bassbelly Rupert cursed under his breath. They were behind at half time, 21 to 10. The team headed en masse for the locker room and the inevitable lecture. Coach Hargrave was a tough, no-nonsense task master. Rupert settled onto the bench as the rest of the team filed in followed by the coaches. "Rupert, what the hell were you doing out there? Is something wrong with your arm?" "No sir, coach, I'm fine." "Fine? Fine? You think 2 out of 11 is fine? It is pathetic. Are you sure you want to play football?" "Yes sir, coach, I definitely want to play." "You go talk to the quarterback coach. We have to do something different." Rupert shuffled over to Mac Lindsey, the quarterback coach. "I guess I had a run of bad luck." He explained. "Bad luck?" said Mac. "Bad luck? You have lost concentration. The first half, you couldn't drop a marble in a wash tub. Get your mind off the cheerleaders and back into the game or you'll be flogging your dong by yourself!" "Yes sir!" Rupert replied. Coach was right. All he had been thinking about was ruby red lips and creamy white thighs. He knew he had to get his mind into the game if he wanted any more of that wonderful stuff. Rupert and the team charged out onto the field to start the second half. This time, he went 21 for 24 and 4 touchdowns while their opponents were held to 1 touchdown and a field goal. Rupert's team won 38 to 31. The team assembled in the locker room after the game. Coach was a lot happier this time. He congratulated the team, 'invited' them to the next practice and dismissed them. Big time college football was taking a toll on Rupert. He had an excellent GPA. He knew he wasn't quite good enough to get into the pros, but he wanted to keep playing. 2 more years of school and it would all end. Then he would need his degree. As he walked to his house, two cheerleaders pounced on him. "Hi Rupey," they chorused. "Can we come home with you?" This is what made it all worthwhile. The collegiate bonus. Fresh, young cheerleaders. "Sure, come on over," he agreed. He knew what they wanted. They knew what he wanted. It was a great way to keep everyone happy. He walked hand in hand with the two cheerleaders. They kept looking at him and smiling. He smiled back. They smiled because they knew they had the right stuff to trap him. He smiled because he knew they thought he would be a pro football player someday. "Did you guys bring your swim suits?" he asked innocently; knowing full well they didn't have suits. "Not with us," they replied. "Gee, that's too bad. I guess you won't be getting in the hot tub with me." The girls looked at each other, shrugged their collective shoulders and said as one, "We don't need swim suits." Things were looking up. "I could use a good massage. I'm sore from the game." "Oh, we can do that," said the first one. "Yeah, we can definitely do that," agreed the second. He strode up the walk, opened his front door and went in with the girls close behind him. "Lock that, honey," he said to girl number two. She immediately complied. Now he thought he had them trapped. They thought they had him trapped. All parties were right. They followed him into the exercise room. He started taking off his clothes. They stared at his ripped abs and muscular form. "Well, are you two going to get ready or what?" he asked. "What are we getting ready for?" asked cheerleader number one. "There is the matter of the massage. And then, there's the hot tub." He reminded them, "Unless, of course, you don't want to participate." They looked at each other and started peeling off their uniforms. When they got to their panties and bras, they stopped. "Are you shy?" he asked. "I am nude. You've gotta be nude too." His big, hard cock was waving at them. Mesmerized by his dick, they slowly removed the rest of their clothes. Their eyes never left his crotch. He stretched out on an exercise bench and said, "Get the massage oil out of that locker and let's get started." The women hopped right to it, grabbing the oil and heading for the bench. One started at his head and the other started at his feet. They rubbed the oil into every nook and cranny on his body, stopping at his crotch. "Come on girls. Grease me up! Don't neglect my dick!" Together they started massaging his cock and balls. He almost came when they first grabbed it. It was now harder than it had ever been. He sat up suddenly. The girls jumped back, thinking they may have done something wrong. "My turn!" he announced as he stood up. Both girls lay on the bench, head to head, flat on their backs. The first one felt the oil drizzling onto her tits. She looked down just in time to see his hands engulf her breasts and slowly knead them. She was starting to get into it when he moved to the other girl. The second girl was treated to the same wonderful feeling. When he finished her breasts, he slid his hands between her thighs and inserted a finger into her now wet pussy. She groaned in appreciation. He applied the same technique to the first girl and elicited some moaning from her. He clapped his hands loudly together, scaring the hell out of both of them. "Tub time!" He cheerfully announced. He held their hands as they climbed up and into the hot tub. He followed them into the steaming depths. Casually flipping on the whirlpool switch, he watched as the water swirled around the cheerleaders. They wriggled as the jets brushed their nether regions. His nether regions were receiving a treat, too. The girls approached him from opposite sides and curled up next to him. "Can we make you more comfortable?" asked the first. "Yeah, we want to make you more comfortable." Responded the second. They were already playing with his cock and balls, kneading, rubbing, stroking. He felt himself grow larger in the hot water. "You better be careful or someone's gonna get fucked!" he announced. The first one slid over his big hard dick and pushed it into her pussy. "Yeah? Who?" she playfully asked. "It must be you," he replied as his cock slid in and out of her. "Oh, boy, I was hoping it was me!" she giggled excitedly. The second one rammed her tongue down his throat. He sucked hard on it. When they parted, she requested, "Save some for me." "You'll have to ask your friend about that," he replied. Both girls giggled as one of them fucked him and the other one drove him crazy with her tongue on his nipples and ears. Soon the first girl screamed and came in a torrent of juice. "My turn!" declared the second girl. She shoved the first girl off Rupert's cock and slid it into her own cunt. She hopped up and down at an ever increasing rate. The first girl was massaging his nuts. She felt them tighten. "Here he comes!" she shouted. The cunt that was fucking him clamped down hard as he and girl number two came together. After they calmed down, Rupert got out of the tub and helped the girls out. They toweled each other off, playing with pussies and tits, cock and balls. By the time they were dry, Rupert was hard again. He held their hands and led them to his bedroom. He lay on his back on the bed. One girl straddled his face and put her pussy right on his waiting lips. The other girl straddled his hips and drove his cock into her greedy pussy. He was licking pussy, fucking pussy, teamwork was great! It took him almost half an hour to come again and by then the girls had changed places and both had come at least twice. He squirted his load into the pulsing pussy. Although many people made fun of 'jocks' he knew that the joke was on them. He had everything a young man could want including an infinite supply of college aged snatch. They lay together in a big, sweaty pile on Rupert's bed, feeling each other up. The girls finally got up, dressed and left. As they walked down the side walk together, he realized that he didn't remember their names. He wondered if he had fucked them before. He also realized that there would be more unknown pussy in his near future. Coeds, cheerleaders, even female teachers were all there to service the team. It was a team effort. Team Effort Author's Notes: This is my second story. The first one was well received but got a lot of conflicting feedback (some people wanted bigger cocks, others thought it was unrealistically big, etc). I ignored most of that and just wrote a new fun story that came to me. Hopefully you'll enjoy. Sequel to "Family Friends" is also in development. It would probably be fair to say that my wife and I were a strange couple. Sure, I guess we seemed normal enough most of the time. We both held steady office jobs in nearby buildings, and we had a gorgeous apartment overlooking the ocean in a very wealthy part of Miami. We were both still young, she at 26 and myself at 28, and we were very much enjoying our lives. I don't know if I'd say we were bored, sexually. We had sex constantly, almost every night and often meeting up on lunch breaks for quickies. We'd explored a lot of things that were off the beaten path, but didn't find any for us. We'd done sex outdoors, sex in public, anal sex, submission, even swinging once or twice. But we knew there was something out there that we were especially into. The realization hit us when we were out to lunch on a saturday. We sat outside at a relatively nice restaraunt in Miami, where we lived. I was looking across at my wife, admiring her figure in the sundress she was wearing, when I noticed her eyes break from mine to look at something over my shoulder. I realized what she was looking at a second later, when our waitress stopped to take our order. "Hi, my name's Kelsey. What can I get for you two today?" Kelsey was one of the most stunning things I had every seen. She couldn't have been more than 18 or 19, clearly working this job on the weekends while she was at college. She was wearing a little black dress that hugged her tight, teenage figure; the strapless top let plenty of her ample cleavage show. My eyes drifted down to her legs as well, which were long and toned. The dress ended pretty low on her thigh, so there was plenty more to look at. It wasn't even that the dress seemed inappropriate for working in; it just seemed that with her body, there wasn't any way to hide how beautiful she was. I caught my wife across the table checking Kelsey out in the same way I had been. I spoke up, since the waitress was looking to either of us for a response. "Sure, can I get a rye manhattan?" Kesley was nothing if not perky. "Mmhm!" she said, writing the order down. "And for you, ma'am?" "Mojito," my wife replied. "Keep them coming, for both of us." Kelsey wrote that down, nodded, then skipped off back inside to the restaurant. "Holy shit," my wife muttered. "That girl is so hot." I had to smile; my wife was a looker herself, and she had turn plenty of heads on our way to having lunch. In fact, she looked a lot like the waitress in question. Maybe a little more curves to her, but a nice ample set of tits and a plump, firm ass. "She definitely is," I replied. "Seriously, David," She said, leaning over the table toward me. "I would do terrible things to her pussy." My wife, Patricia, rarely ever spoke that way about a girl. In fact, it took a special kind of girl to get her riled up in this way. So I decided to tease her a bit. "Really? Should we take her home with us?" I asked, fully expecting my wife to look at me scornfully. Instead, she thought about it for a moment. "Yeah, sure. Let's see if we can get her to come back with us." I was kind of taken aback. "What, seriously?" Patricia fired back a devilish grin. "What, you're not up for it? I mean, I can always just take her back to a hotel while you go home..." And now the teasing had come back on me. "Alright, game on. Let's see what we can do." We both spent the rest of the meal chatting up the waitress, trying to get stories and smiles out of her, and laughing at all the jokes she would toss our way. Anything to make her feel special, feel important. We made up excuses to talk to her, to get her smiling. To learn anything about her. Finally, we came to the end of our meal, by which time she knew both our names, and we knew that she was a student at University of Miami and that she was single. "Anything else I can get you folks?" I smiled up at her. "Actually, we were thinking of asking you if you wanted to sit down and join us for a drink." She seemed somewhat startled, as no one had probably asked her this at work before. "I don't know... I don't think we're supposed to do that, really. I guess I get off in twenty minutes anyway, I could-" "Well, in that case, we'll pay for these and head to the bar across the street. If you feel like joining us, come on over. We'd love to chat some more." I smiled, and my wife reached out and touched her hand gently. I placed some bills under our drinks and stood up after Kelsey walked away. "You really think she'll join us?" my wife asked. "Definitely. I just gave her a 50 dollar tip." We went across the street to another bar and ordered two of the same drinks we'd already been having. Sure enough, shortly later Kelsey walks in, looking somewhat awkward until she spots our faces at a booth near the back of the bar. She walks over, sitting across from the two of us. She seemed to smile a bit uncomfortably. "Thanks for coming!" my wife said, reaching out to touch her hand again. "We just thought we were all having so much fun, and we wanted to see if it would go anywhere." Kelsey smiled, nodding. I chimed in, "I was worried you wouldn't be able to get in here; you almost don't look 21." She blushed a little before leaning over and saying, "I'm not, actually. I've got my older sister's old ID. I'm only 19." My wife and I shared a pleasant look. "Well, you're secret's safe with us," Patricia said. I asked Kelsey what she wanted to drink, and ended up ordering a round of screwdrivers for the three of us. My wife was doing most of the talking with Kelsey and putting her at ease; mostly, it was just questions about where she came from and what she was studying at school. Kelsey seemed to loosen up quite a bit. She was still a bit shy, but she was talking more and more about her life and generally laughing a whole lot. It seemed like she had questioned why she was coming here initially, but now that she was here she was having a great time. A few rounds later, we were all feeling that way. And apparently, my wife felt it was time to start pushing things a little further. Boldly, she sat down on Kelsey's side of the booth and put her arm around her, using her her other arm to brush Kelsey's hair from here eyes. Quietly, though clear enough for me to hear it, asked, "So what's a gorgeous girl with a body like that doing without a boyfriend?" Kelsey's face was already a bit flush after three drinks, but I think I still saw her blush a bit underneath that. "I don't know. I guess guys don't notice me that much." Patricia looked over at me for a second. "Dear, did you notice Kelsey?" When I nodded, she looked back at Kelsey. "And I'll bet guys aren't the only ones noticing you. I've bet plenty of girls are dying to get in the sack with you too. I'm tempted to take you home myself." If Kelsey minded how forward this was, she didn't show it. In fact, she seemed to have enjoyed herself so much as to play this game, now. "Well, I wish you would! I bet you'd have plenty to teach me." I watched almost incredulously from across the table as my wife kissed Kesley hard on the lips, their tongues dancing together. I could feel my cock stiffening in my pants as they groped at each other, feeling breasts through shirts. My wife plunged her free hand under kelsey's dress, then broke off the kiss. "My my," she said, "you're plenty wet. You ready for the three of us to get out of here?" Near entranced, Kelsey nodded, so I paid for the drinks and hailed a cab from outside. We all hopped in with Kelsey in the middle, but it seemed that we couldn't wait the twenty minutes to get back to our house. Instead, I directed the cab driver to the hotel a few blocks away. The whole time, Kelsey and Patricia had been making out and groping each other in the back seat of the cab. I paid the cabbie an extra 20 for his discretion and picked up the hotel keys as we walked in. The attendant at the desk could barely focus, staring wide-eyed at the two gorgeous women sucking face and groping each other behind me. We headed to the elevator, and as the doors closed, Patricia broke off their kiss and reached over to slide her hand into my pants and rub my fully hard cock. "I think it's about time we invite a man to this party, don't you Kelsey?" my wife said, teasingly. "I'd love to. That is, if he wants to..." Kelsey said jokingly. I must have looked like I couldn't wait another second, which was accurate enough. The elevator beeped and we ran to our room, with Kelsey and Patricia throwing me onto the bed when I had barely taken a step into the room. Patricia reached up to unclasp my belt, but left it to Kelsey pull off my pants. "Go ahead," my wife said. "I want to see your face when you see his cock for the first time." Kelsey nodded and slid off my pants to the floor, her mouth falling open and ready to suck. My cock wasn't porn-enormous, but it was definitely on the large side, and with Kelsey's surprised face it looked like it was the biggest she'd ever had and that she was excited about it. She looked up at me with seductive eyes as she flicked her tongue over the head while she cradled my balls in her hand. My wife came up to kiss me while she unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off of me so I could be naked in front of the two of them. As she kissed and sucked at my neck, she whispered in my ear, "this one is a very good catch." I smiled and nodded, now completely nude before the young woman sucking hard at my stiff cock, her mouth sliding up and down the first few inches while she worked the rest with her hand. She definitely had experience sucking cock, but I don't think she had ever had one this big before. I eased my hands around the back of her head to gently guide her speed, encouraging her. "Fuck, that feels good. Right there, baby. I love the way you do this." She pulled off and smiled up at me. "Well, I want to make sure your wife can come down and have some fun. Fuck, your husband's cock is so perfect, Patricia," she said to my wife as Patricia came down to take her turn working my cock. "Oh, you don't know the half of it, my dear. But I'm sure he'd be more than willing to show you, soon enough." My wife took her turn going down on me too. I expected it to be a familiar kind of blowjob, but this was different. She seemed invigorated, sucking harder and faster, working her tongue all around. I smiled down as she looked up at me, and she seemed to understand what I was thinking. My wife watched as Kelsey ran her hands over my torso, admiring my muscles (I work out enough to keep everything looking fit). Kelsey started to remove her own clothing, pulling off her dress to reveal that her young tits required no bra and were in fact holding themselves up perfectly in her dress. She wore a black thong which she slipped off in order to get to her clit. She lay back, watching Patricia suck at my cock as she stroked herself, masturbating to the sight of us. I reached down with my hands and pulled my wife's head off. "Look at this, Patricia," I said, gesturing over toward Kesley as she rubbed herself. "She's had to resort to pleasuring herself. We can't let our guest be ignored, can we?" "Oh, of course not," my wife replied, taking Kesley by the hand and laying her nude body down on the bed. She began to suck on Kelsey's nipples while Kelsey threw her head back, still stroking at her clit with one hand while she held her pussy open with the other. I pushed apart her legs and grabbed her wrists, restraining her hands off to the side. "No, no," I said, "You're going to lay back while I take care of you." With that, I began sucking at her clit, stroking it up and down with hard licks and toying around it nimbly. Kelsey moaned loudly, with one nipple being sucked and nibbled, the other being pinched and tweaked, he pussy being eaten, and both her hands restrained. She seemed to be in total esctasy. I could feel her hips subtly gyrate against me, grinding against my face while I pleasured her nubile young clitoris. "Oh, fuck yes, that feels so good," she moaned, barely able to form the words between gasps of pleasure. "Do you like the way daddy eats your pussy?" my wife asked, coming up from sucking on her young tits to tantalize her. This was the first of the daddy play, mostly to see how Kelsey would react. "Fuck yes, I love the way daddy eats me, suck my clit daddy, make me cum," she replied. My wife looked down at me and smiled as if to say, well, looks like we know what our roles will be. I kept licking at Kelsey's clit dutifully until I felt her back start to arch and her muscles clench, her entire body start to flex as she shouted. "I'M CUMMMINNNGGGGG!" I was pretty sure everybody on our hotel floor heard that shout, but I wasn't concerned in the slightest. Instead, I continued to suck gently at Kesley's now dripping wet pussy as she moaned and relaxed her muscles. Coming up from at her waist, I kissed both her and my wife, wet sloppy kisses so they could both taste Kelsey's pussy from my lips and chin. "Mmmm, you've got a tasty pussy, baby," my wife said. "You ready to have a big cock inside of your tight twat?" "Yes, mommy, I want daddy's cock inside of me more than anything," she replied, getting up on all fours and arching her back to present her wet pussy to me. "Please, daddy, fuck me. Fuck your little girl." I was eager to oblige her in that regard, so I set myself in place and put my cock at her soaking wet entrance while my wife steered my stiff prick as I slowly penetrated her. Both my wife and I watched Kelsey's face as she winced and bit her lip, my large cock stretching her tight teenage twat. After a few slow strokes, though, she took the whole cock inside of her and moaned with relief. My wife, now that I was fully inside Kelsey, removed her clothing and stepped over to Kelsey's head and presented her own wet pussy to the nubile young thing currently getting fucked from behind. "You want mommy to cum too, don't you? Don't you want to make mommy cum?" my wife asked, teasingly. I was still pumping slowly from behind, so Kelsey had enough of her wits about her to nod and beging to eat out my wife's pussy. I ran my hands down Kelsey's back to grab at her hips, picking up the pace and fucking her harder. My wife was throwing her head back in pleasure as Kelsey tongued her clit; Kelsey was moaning in pleasure but focused enough to keep pleasing my wife. "Oh yes," Patricia cried out. "Suck mommy's clit, mommy needs to cum for her little girl. Fuck yes baby, right there. Oh, mommy's going to cum for you. Don't stop... I'M CUMMING!" With that, Patricia let loose and began to squirt, her pussy-cum coating Kelsey's mouth and chin. Now that my wife had been satisfied, I felt more justified in giving Kelsey a harder fucking. I tightened my grip on her hips and began pushing myself harder and faster inside her, slamming my cock into her pussy. She almost immediately reacted, moaning loadly and squealing in delight as I pounded her from behind. Committing to the dominant role, I began talk to her while I plowed. "You love it when daddy fucks you, don't you? Daddy's cock is your favorite cock in the world. But you've been a bad girl, and you deserve to be punished." To drive it home, I took my hand up and spanked her hard on her right asscheek. "Yes daddy," she replied between gasps of pleasure at being penetrated so deeply. "I've been a bad slut daughter and I deserve to be fucked like the whore I am. Please punish me daddy, punish me with your huge cock and cover me with your hot cum. Punish me for as long as you want to, daddy, I know I've earned it. I want to cum all over your huge dick." Hearing her talk like that made it hard to believe that this was the same perky and shy girl we had met at the restaurant, but her pleadings only made me pound and spank harder. Eventually her words just dissolved into moans, louder and louder, until, "FUCK ME DADDY, I'M CUMMING!!!!" Obliging, I slammed into her as hard and fast as I could, prolonging the orgasm while she screamed out. As her orgasms subsided, she pulled off of my cock. "Lie back, daddy, I want to show you how well I can ride your cock." Tired from all the fucking so far, lying back seemed like a perfect idea to me. I complied with her request and laid back, letting her straddle me and insert my cock into her pussy from the cowgirl position. My wife, who had been touching herself watching the two of us, came over again to kiss me, watching as Kelsey began to bounce up and down on my cock. "Oh daddy, your cock feels so good in my tight pussy," she exclaimed, gyrating her hips back and forth against me, working my shaft in and out of her. My wife, eager to get back into the play, added in, "I bet daddy's getting ready to cum, isn't he? Do you want to cum all over your daughter's face? Cover your daughter's face in your hot, sticky cum?" I could barely nod with the pleasure I was experiencing; my wife was right in saying that I was very close to cumming. Luckily, Kelsey was also quite willing to help me get there. "Please, daddy," she let out, "Come all over my face and tits daddy. I want you to cover me in your hot wet cum, I want to feel it shoot all over me." I wasn't there yet, but I was filled with enough energy that I reached up and pulled Kelsey down, holding her close to me while I pounded her rapidly from underneath, slapping her ass with both hands while I fucked her senseless. Her moans were still loud and seductive, but as her head was already by my ear, she moaned to me, "Harder, daddy. Fuck me harder. Cum for me daddy." Pretty quickly, I was there. Kelsey got down her knees next to my wife as I stood. My wife, smiling up at me, worked my balls from underneat while I jerked my cock, aiming at Kelsey's waiting face. I felt the pressure build up inside me, slowly, and felt my body stiffen at the upcoming load rising from my gonads. I felt the pressure build until... "Fuck, I'm cumming!" I let loose spurt after spurt of cum across Kelsey's face, eventually aiming down to coat both of her magnificent tits in my hot sperm. Jerking hard, I couldn't believe how much cum was shooting out of my overworked dick. When I finished, Kelsey looked she had been splattered with cum, but she just smiled and began to lick the cum from her chest while my wife kissed her and slurped the cum off of her. I collapsed onto the bed behind me, completely exhausted. Kelsey kissed my wife, swapping some of the cum in their mouths. "So, can we do this again sometime?" I smiled and looked at my wife as if to say, it's up to you, hun. My wife smiled and looked at Kesley. "Baby, you can come see mommy and daddy anytime you want." END. Team Effort AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is obviously a twisted fantasy. It contains scenes of forced and extreme sex, including watersports. Please move on if that is not your cup of tea. Civil comments welcome. * Mandy accepted the second martini with a smile; she was having a great time, despite her earlier misgivings. Two weeks before she had run into her friend from college, Rita, and they had spent some time catching up at dinner a few weeks later. That night Rita had eventually announced that she was a lesbian, and after some hemming and hawing, had convinced Mandy to meet her lesbian friends. Mandy wasn't into girls at all and thought same-sex activity was disgusting, but she didn't want to alienate her friend, and agreed to accompany her. They were sitting in the den of a house owned by Shirley and Debra, a lesbian couple, and, Mandy thought, the de facto leaders of the group. They were about five years older than the rest of the girls, she thought; probably in their early thirties, whereas the rest were more Mandy and Rita's age, mid-twenties. But despite her unfamiliarity with the lesbian scene, these girls all seemed, well, fairly normal. They talked of their jobs, and laughed at their families, and complained about their relationships like everyone else. Sipping her martini and feeling the first one, she laughed at herself for being such a scairdy cat. She joined in the conversation, and the other girls seemed to accept her; as the only straight girl in the room with six lesbians, she'd been initially tentative, but soon relaxed and become kind of accepting of them despite their lifestyle, allowing her judgment to fall by the wayside and become irrelevant to the jovial and open atmosphere of the gathering. By the time she had begun her third drink she was feeling a little loose, and when the conversation slipped towards relationships and experiences, she found herself riveted to the banter as the girls described dating difficulties like her own friends did, only with other women. She laughed at the funny stories and empathized at the sad ones. At a lull in the conversation her curiosity got the better of her. Having known Rita in college, when she was straight, she was interested to find out when the change had occurred. "Rita," she piped in, "when did you, you know, uh..." "Turn lez?" She blushed at the coarse completion of her question, a little embarrassed at her hesitance, and her ignorance at not knowing the protocol. She nodded and sipped. "About two years ago," Rita replied. "I had just gotten out of an awful relationship, and didn't want anything to do with men; it was that bad." She raised her glass. "A couple of months later I met a girl, Toni, and she was really nice, and we hit it off. Friends at first, but one night well, we ended up doing it, and I realized that everything before was pretend, you know?" Some of the other girls nodded. "Like I had been doing what I was supposed to do, not what I wanted." The other girls toasted her. "I ve been gay as long as I can remember," Shirley offered. "In grade school I had a crush on the same teachers as the boys did! Dated girls in high school and all through college. Had some wild times, till I met Debra, here, and she made an honest woman out of me." Mandy watched a look pass between the two older women. "We're like two peas in a pod, aren't we, baby?" "Like we share a brain," Debra responded from under lowered eyebrows. Her grin looked a little evil, but Mandy paid it no mind as some of the other girls offered how long they had been interested in women, and how they discovered the joys of Sapphic love. Finally they got to Elise, who had been quiet most of the night. All the eyes seemed to turn to her. "Well, Elise," Shirley asked, "what about you? Hove long have you been into pussy?" Her grin seemed to be taunting. "About six months now," Elise responded quietly. "And how did you begin?" Elise raised her head with a determined, stoic expression and proudly announced, "At a party, like this one." Mandy was surprised, but in her slight inebriation, didn't make the mental connection, and asked her what she meant. Elise turned, and spoke directly to Mandy. "Well, Mandy, a few months ago I was the guest at one of these parties. I knew Debra through work, and she invited me." Her voice lowered. "That night, they attacked me and made me perform all sorts of sexual acts for them. And I learned that night what had been missing from my life." Rita, who was sitting next to Mandy, reached out and took her arm. "And tonight," she said to Mandy, "it's your turn." "But, I'm not a lesbian," Mandy stated, a litte confused. "Honey," Shirley clarified. "we aren't interested in your sexual preference." Mandy saw some of the other girls smile, as if sharing a silent joke. "We aren't even interested in your willingness," she grinned. "We are only interested in your obedience." "O- O-" she choked out. "Obedience?" "Call it compliance if it makes you feel better," Debra snickered. Mandy turned to face her friend Rita, who removed her hands from her arm and moved it to the side of her face. She stroked Mandy's cheeks gently. "You'll see, Mandy, it'll be great, I swear." Mandy felt her mouth drop open, but no sound came out. Rite took the glass from her hand. "Just go with it, and don't resist," she said softly, "It'll be better that way." Mandy felt her arms grabbed from behind and pulled back. She whirled her head to see Elise and one of the other girls behind her, holding her tightly and pulling her arms back. Her chest jutted out and she tried to squirm out of their grip to no avail. In a second the other girls were on her, opening her shirt, pulling down her bra and exposing her tits. She began stuttering objections. "No- no, no, you can't do this, this is wrong, I'm not like that." Behind the crowd of girls she saw Shirley and Debra disrobing. She tried to kick as someone reached for the waistband of her pants and opened them. She flailed her legs as her pants and panties were pulled off her waist, and looked down to see Rita there, her friend, Rita, was pulling off her pants. "This can't be happening," she cried out, "you can't do this," and then they were holding her legs still and her pants slid down, exposing her from the waist down as the girls cheered. "Fresh pussy!" Someone called out as her legs were spread wide. The girls behind her pulled her shirt off and slipped her bra from her, and now she was naked and restrained. She began crying out louder, struggling to escape, and someone pushed cloth into her mouth. She realized it was her own panties, and she tasted the dampness that had collected in them from her, during the sex talk. No, she told herself desperately, I don't have sex with women! Oh, no, she thought, someone is touching me! There were fingers touching her pussy and she looked down to see Shirley between her legs, and then a slender, insistent finger slipped inside her, and she moaned despite herself at the penetration. Debra blocked her view then; she was climbing up on the couch, oh god, she was naked, and her pussy was right there, in front of her, shaved and open as she straddled Mandy and shuffled forward. Mandy panicked, and then her vision was blocked completely as Debra pushed her pussy into Mandy's face. She grinded herself into the helpless girl, rubbing her juices across her nose and lips, her hands gripping her hair and pulling her head into her crotch. Her nose was filled with the scent of the aroused woman, even with her breathing stopped by the pressure she could smell Debra's lubricating juices as they smeared across her face, felt the soft, wet lips of her shaved pussy as the older girl crammed her cunt into her face. She felt a second, then a third finger enter her, but was unable to moan in the suffocating pressure. Debra pulled back then, and Mandy gasped for air in the short moment it took Debra to pull the wet panties from her mouth. "Start licking my cunt, girlie," the older woman commanded, and Mandy sighed as the fingers inside her pushed deeper, stretching her pussy open and stroking her g-spot as another finger stimulated her clit, sending thrills shooting through her. No, I can't be enjoying this, it's wrong, she thought, and tried to call out. But then Debra's pussy was back at her mouth, the lips open and spread wide, and the girl's open cunt wrapped around Mandy's mouth and pressed hard, "Get busy," she commanded, "or I swear I'll smother you with my cunt!" Mandy, desperate to breath, extended her tongue and a flood of girl juice erupted into her mouth. She began licking, terrified by the force of the attack even as her pussy betrayed her and reacted to the fingers playing there. She could hear the girls around her deriding and antagonizing her, telling her she was beautiful, and attractive, and a slut for cunt and an obedient toy for their pleasure. The words stimulated her, assisting her surrender to the pleasures she was receiving. She felt sexy, being adored and wanted, and despite her misgivings she was also taking enjoyment in the pleasure she was giving Debra. She began attacking the pussy at her mouth voraciously now, licking the juice from the slick hole, and sucking and licking her clit, and before long Debra groaned loudly and came in her mouth, and Mandy drank down the expelled juices. They were not awful, and the act of doing it was its own reward. The fingers in her pussy continued fucking her as Debra moved off, and Shirley worked her until her climax was right at the edge. She began shaking and pushing back against the fingers, thrusting her hips to meet them, driving them further inside. "You want to cum, you slut? You want me to make you cum?" Shirley teased. "Make her a slut for us!" the girls cheered. Mandy looked around to see the girls staring at her in the grip of her impending orgasm. Some were groping each other's breasts and pussies. "Yes!" she gasped," please, make me cum, I'll be your slut, I promise, just make me cum." "Tell me you want it, cunt whore. Tell me you want my hand in you." The other girls giggled and snickered. Not understanding, she gasped her compliance. "Yes, please," she squeaked, thinking only of the fingers at her clit and in her pussy. "Please, I want your hand to make me cum!" She felt the fingers remove themselves, and groaned at the sudden absence of stimulation, her pussy empty and wet, eager for more. The girls around her murmured encouragement and made suggestive comments. Rita was at her ear then, and whispered to her. "You're doing great, Mandy, you're going to love this, hold my hand." She felt Rita take her hand and she gripped it as fingers once again touched her pussy, spreading her open, and she sighed as they penetrated. They stretched her, as they had before, and she swooned, but then she felt the stretch continue, becoming more, and hurting a little. She gripped Rita's hand tightly and craned her neck to look down between her legs. Her pussy fought against the penetration as Mandy saw Shirley's hand, her thumb tucked into her palm, four fingers pressed into her to the second knuckle. "What- what- what are you doing, oh, no, please don't!" and then she cried out as Shirley pushed deeper, stretching her pussy painfully. She saw her pussy resisting, her opening tight around the girls fingers. "Take it baby, let it happen, it's so good, you'll see," Rita encouraged." Breath baby, let it happen, you'll see, you're doing great, let it go, god you're so hot." Mandy gasped as her pussy felt the painful stretch, sending electric bolts of pleasure and pain simultaneously through her body. Her brain rebelled in a jumble of sensation, wanting it to stop, to continue, to never end, to cum. Shirley was twisting inside her, her knuckles barring her entrance, swirling her hand into Mandy's tight cunt with a slight in and out motion, working her way in. Pushing harder each entry, each turn opening her more, stretching her open to take the entire hand. Mandy's head dropped back and she moaned, and then felt lips on her hers; Rita was kissing her, whispering words of encouragement, of worship, of sentiment and desire. She felt a tongue slip into her mouth and she met it, tasting her friends mouth, and then released a sharp moan as she felt her pussy muscles strain, and give way, and felt Shirley's entire hand slip inside her. The shouts of the girls surrounding her were drowned out by her own screams of mixed pleasure and pain and the encouraging whispers of her friend Rita. Her pussy reacted to the invasion by tightening the walls of her cunt around Shirley's wrist, and waves of ecstasy rushed through her as she climaxed around the painful and delightful feeling of stretched fullness, crying out her delight and resignation. Her hips twitched involuntarily as they met the penetration, even as Shirley formed her hand into a fist inside her and began pumping, slowly at first, and fucking her arm into Mandy's tight cunt. As her head cleared and she came down from her peak, her body settled and stopped shuddering, the pain lessened and became tolerable, leaving only the feeling of total fullness and stretched delight. Her breathing settled and she whispered back to her friend, who continued kissing her face and ear. "Oh god, Rita, she has her whole hand inside, I can feel her fist in me," she hissed delicately, the urgency in her tone signaling her arousal. "Yeah, baby, she is fist fucking your cunt, your sweet girl cunt is getting a good dyke fisting, it's so hot." "I can't believe it, it's so, oh fuck it's so good! I never knew, never dreamed..." She drifted off as her body once again began to climb to its pleasure apex, she felt the anticipation of her release building, stronger this time. Shirley was pushing her fist against the nub of her cervix, pushing her cunt deeper, and her fist stimulated her g-spot on all sides of her fuck tunnel. She felt a strong urge, like she had to pee, and tried to hold it back, but her body would have none of that; it climbed, and built, and Shirley reacted to the tension in her cunt, and fisted harder, faster, and as Mandy cried out she lost control of her body, and her legs clenched against the hands holding them as spasms shook her, and her breathing stopped. In a panic, she yelled, and her pussy blasted her ejaculation into the waiting crowd of girls circled between her legs. She felt the rush of release fighting with the tension of her climax as Shirley fisted her through her first squirt, and the fluid shot out with alarming velocity, splashing on the faces and naked bodies of her lesbian assault team. She blacked out. She came awake to the feeling of soft kisses on her lips and face, tender expressions of love and affection, and gentle words of encouragement and admiration. She opened her eyes to see Rita, her eyes wet with tears and a proud, happy look on her face. Rita smiled, and Mandy smiled back. "Oh you were wonderful, Mandy, just wonderful." She felt a hand on her breast, gently caressing and teasing the flesh, and fondling her nipple, sending warm and trusting signals through her chest. "Oh my god, she whispered, did I pass out?" "Yeah, for a few minutes." She kissed her lips. "It's good to have you back." "I- I-," she started, "I came. I squirted, didn't I?" "Like a gusher, baby. It was so hot!" She kissed her again, then whispered in her ear. "I'm so proud of you! The girls love you, we are going to have so much fun tonight." Mandy felt the hot breath as it sent tingles through her. Going to have fun? There was more? She had been taken against her will, and had submitted to the assault, outnumbered and restrained; the stimulation to her body had made her surrender to the violent and painful attack, and her body had enjoyed the stimulation. But her brain and her independent will reasserted themselves. And her pussy was sore; achingly so. She didn't think she could stand another touch. "Rita, I..." she began, speaking softly in her friend's ear. "I don't want this. I don't like doing it with girls. With lesbians." She paused. "I'm not gay." Rita's fingers found her nipple, and touched it tenderly. "It's better for you, easier, if you go along," she said, and began pulling, teasing the nub, making it crinkle into a hard nub. "If you fight, they'll be rough on you." She pinched then, and pulled the nipple up from the breast, holding it tightly. "They can be very forceful." She pulled harder, and Mandy gasped as the pleasure became pain and shot through her. "Don't fight it," she cautioned, and dipped her head to her friend's chest, taking the tortured flesh into her mouth, soothing it with her lips and tongue, replacing the pain with gentle, wet caresses. "Trust me," she told Mandy. "Is she ready?" Shirley asked, still in charge. "She's not going to resist, is she?" Rita looked into Mandy's eyes. "Please don't," she advised. "It's going to happen one way or the other. Just do what they say, and I promise you'll enjoy it." Mandy considered the warning, and surveyed the group of depraved lesbians surrounding her. They looked like a pack of hungry she-wolves, eyeing her as thought she were a wounded young deer. She felt a shiver of fear ripple through her, touched with a hint of anticipation. Her wounded pussy trembled, and her nipples hardened. But she would not surrender, not on their terms. "Fine," she said. "I'll do what you want," she told the group, but looking into Rita's eyes. "If you don't hurt me, I will do what you say. What you want." "That's a good girl," Shirley chided from behind her. Mandy turned to see the girl pulling on a harness with a huge dildo strapped to it, and another on the inside. She watched with trepidation as the girl slipped the inside dildo into her own cunt, and pulled the harness into place. "You might even enjoy it," she added, tightening the straps. "I know we will!" "It'll be great , you'll see," Rita encouraged. "The girls will do all the work." She grinned. "It's your turn to do them now. Just do what they say, you'll be fine." And then she was kissing her again, her tongue exploring Mandy's mouth, and Mandy kissed her back, over whelmed by the desires aroused in her. And as Rita leaned over her face, kissing her, the rest of the girls descended on her like a pack of jackals; not restraining her now, although her legs were again pulled up and out, spreading her wide. Rita pulled back from their kiss and took a nipple into her mouth, sucking it hard while another girl took the other one, and Mandy closed her eyes at the delightful sensation rippling through her, eliciting feelings of trust and security that conflicted with her resistance to being made to comply. And then her sore, aching pussy felt the soothing strokes of a gentle tongue, lightly caressing her abused labia, coating them with saliva, and then tenderly dancing at her stretched and abused opening, soothing the ache, and again making her cunt spill its juices. She moaned, enjoying the attention of the girls. She felt someone take her hand, and felt it pressed against a shaved pussy. She had never touched another girl before, but the insistence of the hand holding her wrist made her slip a finger inside, feeling the slick inside of another woman, so much like her own, but sexier, naughtier. She slipped a second finger inside as her other hand was taken, and she fingered that girl as well. But her attention was soon distracted. "Just hold your fingers stiff, baby", Rita cooed to her, "let us fuck ourselves on your pretty hands," she said, and her wet nipple was left, hard and cooling in air, aching for another mouth to take it inside. She opened her eyes to see a pussy descending on her face. She looked up past the small belly, up through a pair of lovely young jutting breasts to see Rita looking down at her. Rita smiled, and despite herself, Mandy smiled back as her friend lowered her pussy to her mouth Team Effort Rita squatted, and used her hands to open her pussy for her friend's mouth, and Mandy extended her tongue to the approaching pussy. She felt the wet sheath slip around her tongue and she tasted her friend's heated excitement, even as her nipples were sucked by two other girls and her own pussy was licked by another one. She slipped her tongue from Rita's hole, licking a scoop of pussy cream from her, and moved up to her clit and attacked it, eliciting a squeal from her friend. "Lick my cunt, Mandy," she hissed, "lick it like you love me." The girl at her cunt continued soothing her labia and stretched cunt, not pursuing an orgasm; just stimulating her to increase her excitement. Combined with the stimulation at her chest it had the desired effect, and Mandy stroked and sucked her friend, building her climax until Rita called out her orgasm and the juices spilled out, coating her lips and chin. The ladies switched around; there was a different pussy on her face now; someone else began licking her pussy, focusing more on her clit now, and she felt a wet finger at her ass, probing and prodding, than slipping inside. The rotation began a long, protracted sensual immersion in which she did and had done to her; she gave and received stimulation, broken occasionally by a notable change or momentary outburst. A pussy slipped off her finger to be replaced by a mouth, sucking vigorously. The finger in her ass was replaced by a tongue. A nipple was gripped tightly in teeth, biting. Her wet finger was pulled from a pussy and pushed diligently into a tighter hole that she recognized as an ass. A second mouth joined the one between her legs, and her pussy and ass were tongued simultaneously. The pussy on her mouth switched frequently, but seemed to remain, to her, one pussy that altered its shape and scent and flavor over time. Finally the extended erotic assault took a turn when the pussy on her face lifted, and she felt the body turn and face the other way above her. She opened her eyes in time to see it was Debra, and then the pelvis settled back over her face, this time the full globes of the older lesbian's ass surrounding her mouth. Hands parted the cheeks, and she felt the rubbery tight skin of the girl's crinkled starfish at her mouth. "Lick my ass, cunt," she heard, and realized that no one had spoken aloud for some time, the only sounds having been moans and silent whispers. She poked her tongue out, and it slipped easily into the ass at her mouth, feeling it open and welcome her wet pink muscle, then grip tightly. She poked her tongue in and out, probing as far into Debra's tight asshole as she could, fucking her with her tongue. Lost in her actions, she didn't feel the faces leave her own pussy until she felt a large, bulbous object press against her opening. "Fuck her cunt, Shirley! Give it to her with your big cock!" And Mandy's cunt was suddenly split wide open, and she felt a giant object pushed inside her, stretching her pussy walls and penetrating deep inside her. She screamed into the ass on her face and tried to struggle, but found herself restrained again. It was huge inside her, as fat as the wrist that had impaled her earlier, but longer, unfeeling and uncaring as it plowed into her, pushing deep inside, banging angriest her cervix and stretching her deep and wide. The pain pummeled her, hiding the pleasure, stealing her from the height of her ecstasy. She squirmed madly against the ass on her face, and it was suddenly removed, to be replaced by Debra's face, and inch from hers. "How's that cock, bitch? You like that big monster tearing you up?" she hissed evilly, and as Mandy tried to shout her denial Debra kissed her, hard; her tongue impossibly long in her mouth, digging into her, tasting her own ass from the tormented girl's mouth. Still Mandy resisted, but weaker now, as the pain settled to a dull ache in her stuffed cunt. The tongue pulled out, and Debra taunted her again. "You're starting to like it, aren't you, you cunt eating bitch, you like what we're doing, you like pussy don't you?" Mandy felt her pussy begin to react as Shirley began pounding her with long hard strokes, and her ears detected the rest of the girls cheering and jeering, calling her a cunt and ass eater. "Fuck her hard, Shirl," Debra called out, "she fucking loves it! Beat her cunt wide and deep!" And then she moved, and her ass was back, and the delightful beating in her pussy gripped her, and she came, hard, as she drove her tongue back into Debra's wet ass hole. Shirley fucked her hard through her climax, keeping her at her peak, not allowing it to subside, and then Mandy felt it start again, the powerful climax she'd had when she was fisted earlier, felt the unusual and delirious uncontrollable climb, reaching past her orgasm, and her body defied its grip on her and she felt the deep, powerful orgasm explode; her pussy clenched the invading monster as her juices shot out of her. She heard laughing, and cheering, and screaming, recognizing the scream as her own as the group of lesbians admired her liquid eruption. Her entire body quaked; she never felt Debra pull her ass away, or the mouths leave her nipples. All the girls separated from her as she lost her senses, howling, leaving only Shirley's giant rubber cock connecting her to anyone. She slowly regained her senses, and as her vision cleared and her breathing returned to normal the room was silent. She looked at the faces around her, seeing astonishment, wonder and awe. Finally she turned to Shirley, who smiled down on her, her face and tits glistening and dripping. She grinned broadly at Mandy. "Holy shit, girl, are you all right?" She giggled a little, an action that seemed incongruous after the strenuous pounding she had just delivered. "Fuck, you gave me a hell of a shower!" She licked her lips, scooping some of the dripping girl cum from her face, and blinked a few drops from her eyes. "Fucking wild, really. Fucking wild." She shook her head in disbelief as a few of the other girls chimed agreement. "But, but," Elise suddenly spoke up, with a whine in her voice, "but we're not done, are we?" she asked, pleading. "What about me?" Shirley turned to face her. "No Elise," she said in a gentle tone, "I promised you, and you'll have your turn." She turned back to Mandy. "As much as I think you've had enough, a promise is a promise, so catch your breath, bitch," she grinned. "We have one more event for you to endure for our pleasure." She began pulling back her hips, and Mandy's tiny stretched cunt sucked at the toy as it pulled back, fighting the evacuation. "Don't worry, though, you won't have to work hard," she winked. She made a hand motion to a couple of the girls, and they took positions on either side of Mandy, gripping her ankles and lifting them up and out. Shirley pulled the giant strap on cock from her as the girls spread her legs and pulled them back, lifting her hips up and pointing her tender gaping hole straight up. She felt her spine curve up uncomfortably as her lifted hips pressed her shoulders and neck down into the couch. The held her still in that awkward position, and she was too spent and delirious to struggle. She looked between her legs to see her red and swollen cunt open and gaping, coated with the residue of her second ejaculation, and wondered what could possibly be next. What had they promised quiet little Elise? She glanced at the girl, who looked at her lecherously and couldn't imagine what perversion awaited her that she had not already experienced at the mercy of the lesbian pack. The girls holding her legs apart were poised at her sides, holding her legs tightly to their chest with one arm, and reached for her pussy with their free hands. She felt the first girl slip two fingers into her, stroking the side of her still-slick love tunnel. The second girl added two fingers to the first pair, sliding in on the opposite side. And then they pulled her wide open. She gasped at the sudden tension, and marveled at how wide they stretched her. Deeper, Shirley said, Then they eased the pressure, and stuffed their fingers deeper inside her and pulled again. She felt her cunt, from deep inside, pulled wide open, suddenly grateful for the fist and rubber monster that had prepped her. "Oh, yeah, that's it, she's nice and deep and wide!" Shirley admired. Mandy watched her motion to one of the girls, a tall dark haired lovely thing whose name Mandy couldn't recall. The girl straddled Mandy's upraised groin, and Mandy looked for her friend Rita for some hint of what might happen, but Rita didn't meet her eyes. She was staring at Mandy's gaping tunnel, grinning like a jackal, just like the rest of the lesbian assault team. "Go ahead," Shirley instructed, and Mandy turned her attention back to the tall girl as she lowered her shaved cunt to within a few inches of Mandy's stretched opening. There was silence from the entire group, and Mandy heard her own shallow breath, felt the tension in the girl's fingers as they held her open. She gasped sharply as the tall girl loosed a stream of piss into her open cunt. She felt the warm fluid splash onto her clit and lips before the stream adjusted, and the girl directed her hot piss directly into her stretched open, waiting cunt. She was speechless as she felt the heat filling her, heard the splashing sounds as her cunt filled with urine. Stretched as she was from the previous pummeling, and held open by the pulling fingers, she heard the fluid filling her; felt the pressure of the accumulating hot liquid filling her. She expected it to overflow, and marveled at how long it took the vigorous stream to fill her. God, her cunt must be huge, she thought! She heard ooh's and aah's of wonder from around her as the tall girls stream began to dwindle in force, and the splashing sounds became smaller dribbles, and finally she felt the warm piss overflow and drip down her crack across her asshole, and spill over onto her stomach. Oh, my god, she thought, my cunt is filled with another girl's piss! The tall girl finished, and gingerly lifted herself away as Shirley congratulated her on doing a good job. Mandy barely had time to be amazed at the bizarre nature of the comment when she saw Debra pulling Elise by her hair, directing the girls face to Mandy's pussy. "Here you go, Elise," she joked crudely, "you wanted it, now take it, you piss slut." She pushed the demure girl's face into Mandy's overflowing cunt, and little Elise opened her mouth wide, covering the opening as the girls slipped their fingers from her. As soon as her mouth was sealed against Mandy's cunt her legs were released, and they fell back down. As her legs fell Debra put her hand on Mandy's belly and pressed, hard, and she felt her cunt disgorge itself of the trespassing urine, closing up on its own and the pressure forcing the piss out in a rush. She looked down between her legs to see little Elise swallowing with a glazed, delirious look on her face, as if she were drinking the nectar of the gods. Mandy swooned with astonishment at the crazed act, watching piss splash out of her cunt, soaking Elise's face as the girl gulped down her hot golden treat. Elise lifted her face from Mandy's abused and empty cunt, and stood and smiled proudly. Piss streaked down her chin, and striped her naked torso. Debra reached for her and stroked the girl's hair appreciatively, and kissed her lightly on the cheek. "You did good, baby," she soothed, "very good. I'm so proud of you." Mandy watched as Elise responded to the praise, her eyes beaming. "Can I lick your pussy now?" Elise asked with delight. "Yes baby," Debra told her, and took her hand and led her away, still whispering gently into the little girl's ear. Mandy stretched her muscles, her limbs now free of restraint. She took in the sights of the naked girls, separating into groups and leaving her alone, except for Shirley and Rita who stayed with her. Rita sat next to her and wrapped an arm around her. Madly felt the residue of the piss cooling in her skin, and underneath her, and she lifter her ass to shift off the wet patch under her. She saw a towel there and wondered when it had been put there; she hadn't noticed. "You were great, Mandy," Rita said to her, and Mandy saw her look up to Shirley for confirmation. The older lesbian was still wearing the giant cock she had fucked her with. Shirley smiled and sat on the opposite side of her, her giant rubber cock standing straight up and proud. "Rita's right, Mandy, you were outstanding. Very obedient, very willing and enthusiastic." She laughed a little. "Even Rita wasn't as cooperative her first time." She looked at Mandy's friend, who lowered her head in ambarrassment. "Remember that? You fought us like a wildcat!" She turned back to face Mandy. "We had to restrain her the whole time, and I had to slap her into submission; the bitch wouldn't stop screaming!" "But you," Rita crooned with obvious admiration, "you were great. You went right with it! God, i thought Shirley would split you in two with her toy," she blurted, gesturing with her chin." And when you squirted! That was so fucking hot!" "Fuck, you soaked me, you little cunt!" Shirley joked. "You do that a lot?" "It was my first time," Mandy admitted, and tried to reconcile this pleasant Shirley with the evil lesbian bitch who had fisted and fucked her, and made her submit to the will of her she-wolf pack. She had to ask, and blurted the question. "What was this? Some kind of lesbian conversion thing? Are you trying to initiate me and turn me, or something?" The two girls laughed. "No, silly," Shirley answered. "Although we do accept converts, like little Elise. Did you see her drink that piss? She did that on the night we took her, opened her mouth like a toilet for us, drank all our piss after we abused the shit out of her." She shook her head, her wet hair shaking in damp tendrils around her face. "No, we just like to abuse unwitting girls for our pleasure. Most of them like it, after a while," she intoned, amused at her own wit. "Some join us, a few come back for more. None of them forget it, I'll tell you that!" "You seemed to like it," Rita chimed in hopefully. She blushed a little as Mandy turned to meet her eyes. "Sorry about the deception," she confessed, then her eyes brightened with excitement. "But you licked my pussy so good. Did you have fun?" She was beaming, and Mandy felt the sense of betrayal mix with the sated physical and emotional aftershocks of her encounter. "Will you come back? Do you want to do it again?" Silently, an idea formed in Mandy's head, a way to turn the tables on her lesbian attackers. "I think maybe I will," she told the girls, and smiled a little. "Can I bring some friends?"