When I ended part 2 of the story, I was in the middle of taking Yvette on her first lesbian excursion, albeit reluctantly. After a lot of licking and forcing by me, she was just beginning to respond by licking my pussy. I hated to force her into it, but I was so excited and worked up that I had to. Although she was my best friend and we had seen each other naked on many occasions, taking that bath with her put me over the top. I had to extinguish the fire that was building in my pussy.
Yvette was simply gorgeous. At 5'8" and 110, she was a beautiful woman (or girl if you think that early 20's means a woman is still a girl). Her jet-black hair, olive complexion and high cheekbones reminded me of a woman of Italian ancestry. In short, she was stunningly beautiful in a Mediterranean way.
Her pussy was marvelous. She had a thick, black bush, which she trimmed. She shaved her pussy lips, which became very large when she was excited. Plus, she had a fuck-me trail of light hair from her navel to her bush.
As with her complexion, her pussy lips were dark, rather than pink like mine. Although her breasts were small — b-cup at best — her areoles and nipples were dark, almost brown. Her nipples extended at least a half-inch when excited.
We were about the same height and weight, but I was the blond to her brunette. I am also tall with b-cup tits. Being blond, my areoles and nipples are very pink. I have a thick bush (it's blond, too), and I don't shave my pussy. I do trim, of course, so that there isn't an Amazon rainforest between my legs.
Yvette and I had been friends since childhood, but, back then, she refused to accept that she had bisexual tendencies. Like most woman, she eventually discovered that she could have exciting and stimulating sex with another woman if the circumstances were right. I was determined to introduce her into the bliss of lesbian sex, even if it ruined our friendship. I got my wish that evening, but with a few unfortunate strings attached.
As I mentioned, I was spending the night with Yvette at her apartment. We had just taken a bath together, which gave me the opportunity to play with her pussy and tits. In fact, she had already had one orgasm and was about to cum again before I interrupted her and forced her into the bedroom. You see I wanted her to fuck me for a while.
When the attack occurred, Yvette and Darren, the dweeb, had an apartment together. Darren was out of town on "business" that weekend, which gave Yvette and me an opportunity to get together, as we always did when we were both free. In those days, we worked together as exotic dancers. That's how we met.
Darren was not a great guy, to say the least. In fact, I thought of him as a dirt bag. He used Yvette, and was constantly trying to get the three of us together in a sandwich with him as the meat in the middle, but I had no interest in him. (If you don't believe me about how he used her, read part 1 of this story.)
My only interest was in Yvette. I loved her and still do, but in the way that a woman can love another woman. I was sure that if I could get her into bed, I could convince her to keep coming back for more and more. Of course, I think that most women have some level of bisexuality, whether they will admit it or not. Over the years, I've given a number of women their first taste of female sex, and most have worked out well.
Please don't think that I am a lesbian because I'm not. I love cock, too. I just like pussy a bit more. I've been lucky over the years and have had many girlfriends. Some of them were lesbians, but most were bisexual who liked both men and women. If you ask my hubby, he will tell you that being married to a bisexual female is great for the sex life. In the five years we have been married, he has been able to fuck six girlfriends of mine. None have had a problem with fucking him as long as I am a part of it, too. We never fuck anyone without the permission or involvement of the other. That's a rule we have never broken. Now, with the required "I am not a lez" statement out of the way, I'll get back to my story.
Darren had some low-class business associates. I had met some of them at parties. In fact, I'd done a bachelor party for a group of them a year or so before, where I experienced my first gangbang. Hey, I got paid well for that one. Now, my hubby and I attend swinger's parties, so gangbangs are commonplace for me.
Believe me, some of the guys that Darren knew were scary. These were guys that you just didn't say "no" to. I'm sure you know the type. They really had very little to lose, and they weren't afraid to do much of anything.
Who's going to report them to the cops? Hell, the cops don't give a shit about strippers, anyway. So, you just accept what you get and keep your fucking mouth shut. Getting too mouthy could really cost you. At the very least, you'd get an ass whoopin.
When the three of them broke in, I had just pushed Yvette on her bed and pinned her with my wet pussy over her mouth and nose. I was getting really excited because she had just started to respond when the intruders made themselves known. Now, we were in a word of shit.
As I felt her tongue slide along my slit, I heard a man's voice exclaim, "Hey! Charlie, Fred. Come take look at this. Darren has two lezzies licking each other."
I immediately stopped grinding my pussy into Yvette's face and turned my head toward the voice. Yvette damn near bit my pussy lips when she heard the voices, but couldn't scream because of my blond "gag." She was still pinned and was rather helpless, if that mattered. We were both helpless and maybe hopeless.
As I sat there stunned, I saw three men standing in the doorway gawking at us. I recognized all three of them: Charlie, Fred and Lewis. Charlie and Fred worked for Lewis, who was one of the meanest dudes in the city. He was not a guy to fuck with.
I knew them by reputation, not personally. All three had been in and out of jail most of their adult lives. They were part of a larger group or gang in the city that had a reputation for being quite ruthless. These guys felt no remorse and had no conscience.
I thought all three of them were gross. Charlie was tall, maybe around 6'5" and built like a brick shithouse. He had huge hands. My guess is that he could knock most men on their asses without much trouble. Like the other two, Charlie didn't seem overly concerned about his hygiene. As I found out, all three could have used a little soap and water.
Fred was just a slimy twit. He was as ugly as Northwest Texas, if you get my drift. He was shorter than me, and a tub of lard. I'd guess that he was about 5'7" and over 250 lbs. But he thought he was a real lady killer. I bet that the only pussy he got was either because he paid for it. He was also a knife guy. He liked to call himself Razor. He liked to cut people.
Lewis, the leader, was the worst of the group. He was around 6'0" and seemed to be in decent shape, maybe a little on the pudgy side. But his face was covered with acne scars. Lewis didn't take shit from anyone. He was always in control of situations, and no one challenged him, at least not more than once. It was rumored that he killed a man for not giving him the respect he demanded. Everyone was afraid of him, simply because he just didn't give a shit. Those types are very dangerous people.
Charlie and Fred entered the room and stood near the bed while Lewis remained in the doorway. Scared and a little humiliated, I jumped off of Yvette and grabbed a pillow to cover myself. Yvette pulled the bed sheets over herself to hide her naked body from their lecherous eyes.
The three of them just stared at us for what seemed like an hour. I guess they didn't know what to make of the situation. Finally, Lewis broke the silence. "Bring the bitches into the living room," he commanded.
On command, Fred grabbed Yvette by the arm and yanked her off the bed. Being on the other side of the bed, Charlie reached for me. I avoided his grasp, jumped out of the bed and started walking toward the doorway. I knew better than to show any resistance. We were both going to get fucked and we'd better get used to the idea right then and there. The only questions that remained were: How many of them would fuck us? How many times would they fuck us? In what holes would they fuck us? And how much would they hurt us in the process?
The toadies escorted us down the hall to the living room. Along the way, I whispered into Yvette's ear to keep her cool and we'd survive. I told her to do anything they said and not to resist. That was our only real hope for survival with all of our parts intact.
To my relief, Yvette nodded in agreement. I just hoped that she would be okay through this. Although some might think that a stripper would not care about being raped, rape is just a traumatic for us as it is for any church going hypocrite. Also, Yvette was a little high strung and did not handle stress well. If she fucked up, it could be bad for both of us.
In my haste to talk with Yvette, I forgot that I had only a pillow covering my front, and my ass was completely bare. My lack of awareness ended when one of the toadies laughed, "Hey! Check out the ass on this one. Look how it sways when she walks. Lewis! You are going to want to fuck them aren't ya? You'll let us have some of this?" He then gave my ass cheek a hard slap.
There was nothing I could do to cover myself as we walked down the hallway. At least Yvette was totally covered by the sheet that she wrapped around herself. But it wouldn't be long before that was stripped from her, I guessed.
I knew they would eventually get around to fucking us. It was just a matter of time. The one hope that I had was that they'd want to see Yvette and I do each other. Most guys would get off seeing to girls eat each other out. I was guessing that these guys wouldn't pass on the opportunity. I figured that I might as well get something out of this.
As we entered the living room, Lewis instructed, "You both look for the money. You two bitches take a seat on the couch."
Obediently Fred and Charlie left the room to look for some money that Darren must have had stashed, and Yvette and I took our places on the couch. I remember now for some reason that it felt good nestling my ass into the couch. Why I remember that I'll never know.
I'll tell you one thing. I was glad that I had fucked both of our asses with the bar of soap when Yvette and I were taking a bath. Both of us really liked anal sex, but I doubted that they would be gentle when fucking us. I just hoped that our sphincters would be ready for the assaults that were surely coming.
