Unwelcome And Gangbanged In Dyke Bar

This is a very true story. Most of mine are true, with a bit of flourish, but this one is a blow by blow. I hope you enjoy it, because I did! PS. I love to hear from readers in any fashion if you enjoy my stories.

Samantha and Jessica had been carrying on as fuck buddies for several months. Occasionally, they included Sam's boyfriend Alan, who played in a touring rock band. Still, most often, it was just the two of them. Their first get-togethers were fumbling, disjointed good times as they got used to each other's bodies. But they became more intimate over time as they learned to navigate their needs and wants. When they were apart, Jessica found herself yearning for Samantha's tongue and Samantha for Jessica's strap-on.

Over time, they found themselves getting more and more adventurous. Sex in the bedroom spilled out into the kitchen and hot tub to the beach. They couldn't get enough. Soon, they found themselves in clothing store dressing rooms, strip bars, and sneaking away at parties for a quick secret sharing of hard orgasms.

At the same time, they would often surprise Alan in different ways to ensure he benefited from their friendship. Samantha would travel, and Alan would find himself alone for a few weeks, but on more than one occasion, he found a surprise visitor in his bedroom over the weekend. Other times he would come home and find two beautiful asses bent over a bed, oiled up, awaiting his penetration. And on more than one occasion, they acted as groupies for his gigs, blowing him together before and after the show. Everybody got something great for this relationship, but the next two adventures took things to the next level.

Samantha invited Jessica to visit her on a temporary assignment in Tampa; she had a surprise. Jessica arrived at her hotel, and they immediately dove into bed. After a few hours of pleasure, Samantha told Jessica that they needed to dress up for a night out. They showered together, spending even more intimate time, before they could finally get to dressing. Jessica went to slip her panties on, but Samantha stopped her, "no panties tonight." Jessica was instantly wet again.

They played with their pussies on the drive, and the Uber driver almost crashed watching them. Eventually, they arrived. Stepping out of the car, Jessica looked up at the sign for Club Underground. Looking at the line to get in, she could see that it was 100% women.

"Girl, what are you up to?" Jessica asked.

Samantha just smiled, "Let's keep an open mind."

It took a while in line, but after a bit, they got into the club. It was super high energy, with lights everywhere and a massive dance floor packed with all kinds of women getting drunk and wild; they joined them. After dancing for a while, they adjourned to the bar for another round of cocktails. Holding their drinks, they leaned against the bar and watched the crowd. There were pretty feminine girls, businesswomen dressed conservatively, hippies, short hair, long hair, no hair, and directly across from them, a large booth filled with 7 hard-looking dykes.

Jessica was buzzed and relaxed, barely noticing when Samantha raised her skirt. She felt Samantha touch her clit, and she jumped.

"What are you doing?

Samantha looked at her lustfully. "That table of bull dykes has been checking us out, so let's give them a show."

It must have been the alcohol because Jessica leaned back and let Samantha slide her fingers inside in full view of everybody. Samantha worked her rhythmically until Jessica could no longer avoid the inevitable, and with her eyes closed, she came all over Samantha's hand.

When she opened them again, a large biker girl approached them from the table.

"Hey, we appreciate the show. Want to join us for a drink?"

They did.

The dykes fed them booze and got them loaded while they stood next to the booth. Then, the biker girl came over and put her arms around them.

"So, you guys know this is a lesbian-only bar, right?"

They nodded in agreement.

"But you're not lesbians, are you? My guess is you're both bored housewives with husbands, just out for a laugh at our expense or to take away some girls we might connect with for some cheap sex with you sluts."

They could feel the shift and knew she wasn't joking.

Jessica stammered, "Oh, we meant no offense. We'll leave now."

Samantha agreed.

The Biker pinched their necks hard; she was powerful. "Nah, you girls came here to steal some pussy, so we're going make sure you get some."

It was then they looked over at the booth and saw the other ladies quietly wriggling out of their panties.

The Biker pushed them to the table, forcing them to the ground.

"Ya see, my sisters get violent when someone tries to screw with us, but maybe, if you make them feel real good, they'll let you walk out of here."

And she shoved Jessica and Samantha under the table. It was dark, but they could still see six pairs of legs slightly parted and no underwear.

Samantha shrugged, "Do we have a choice?"

They crawled to opposite sides of the table and between the first set of thighs they found. The biker watched the eyes of two of her friends pop open wide and knew the girls under the table had made the right choice.

Jessica found herself between powerful legs. She ran her fingers down the inside and outside while kissing her way to her clit. Her tongue slid inside the stranger's pussy, and she moved it around freely. She played around for a bit, but then she felt two strong arms slam her mouth in deep. She then licked and sucked eagerly, barely able to breathe with the hands holding her in place. The woman started sliding her pussy all over Jessica's face at an increasing pace. The hands pressed her tight, and her tongue lashed away at the woman's clit and deep inside. Finally, she came to a shuddering orgasm.

Meanwhile, Samantha was licking and sucking her woman as hard as she possibly could, so excited to make her cum. She used her tongue like a small dick and pounded away at her. Her head was bouncing up and down, ramming as deep inside her as she could. The woman's legs started to shake, which only encouraged Samantha more as she slammed in and around her pussy. Before too long, this one came hard and wet In Samantha's face.

They both paused, unsure if they were expected to continue, but the first two sets of thighs closing and the next two opening told them all they needed to know. They went right to work.

Jessica's lady leaned under the table so that Jessica could hear her. "Don't forget my ass, slut."

Instantly, Jessica went straight for it. Fingers and her tongue filled asshole and pussy interchangeably. She found herself with three fingers in the woman's ass and her thumb in her pussy, while she sucked her clit hard. Her whole body jerked and convulsed in a massive orgasm that everyone must have seen.

Meanwhile, Samantha was dancing all over this young girl's box. It was clear she had never experienced anything like this. She came over and over again. Samantha would allow one orgasm to completely play out, and then when it subsided, she dove in again. Finally, the girl placed a hand on Samantha's head and pushed her away. She couldn't take one more orgasm.

Without hesitating, they slid over to the final two, or so they thought. While working with the other two, they noticed a lot of movement as the girls there before had been replaced by four new women.

For the next two hours, they worked back and forth, sucking pussy and clits and giving rocking orgasms. New pussy kept replacing old, and there looked to be no end. They were exhausted and dehydrated, and their jaws and tongue were sore and frozen. The two women they were working on both shot soaking-wet orgasms into their faces.

Neither knew if they could continue when they felt powerful hands on their shoulders pulling them out; it was the original Biker.

"Word got around fast about your skills. What choice did I have? The good news for you is you only have to make one more woman cum."

With that, she ordered a couple of the other women to keep watch for any bouncers or management. She stood up. Samantha and Jessica up in front of her, then proceeded to remove her jeans and panties. She laid back on the table out in the open and spread her knees far apart.

Jessica looked at Samantha, and Samantha back to her. Public or not, they had no choice. Together, they bent over, and each worked down one of the Biker's thighs until they met in the middle. Their tongues twirled around each other's tongue and the Biker's pussy and clit.

They became aware of the crowd pressing around them to watch them work. They felt their dresses lifted and their flesh exposed. Fingers found their way into their pussies and asses. Hands groped their breasts, which were freed from the top of their dresses.

They soon found a joint rhythm for the Biker, with tongues on her clit and fingers pounding away in a syncopated beat. A fever pitch had taken over the crowd, and so many fingers were pounding in them from everywhere that they both were on the edge of explosion and collapse. The Biker was moaning loudly, and they knew she was so close. Then suddenly, both Jessica and Samantha rocketed into blindly powerful orgasms that shook their entire bodies, draining every last ounce of their energy. Fortunately, at the exact same time, the Biker screamed out at the top of her lungs as she arched her back to the sky. Her hips raised and lowered, repeated with waves of orgasms cascading through her. Then she collapsed on the table, and the two women fell to their knees, exhausted.

The Biker put her clothes back on and informed Jessica and Samantha they were free to leave. On the way out, woman after woman they didn't recognize thanked them for coming.

Samantha looked at Jessica. "I think that's the last sex for me for a while."

That vow lasted about twenty minutes.