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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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Thursday, June 6th, 2013 – Anne Myers – Tacoma, WA

Lillian parked her car on the busy shoulder of 6th Avenue in Tacoma. Cars streamed by the street and crowds walked the sidewalks, shopping, going into the restaurants or bars, laughing and having a good time. I was a little nervous. I had never gone into the Clam Diver before. Until today, I had never had much interest in women, unlike my bisexual coworker Lillian.

But Mary had changed that.

I really don’t know what came over me at work today. Lillian and I were so naughty. Mark and Mary, this completely average-looking couple, had walked into the South Hill Mall’s Goth Topic, where Lillian and I worked. Mark looked at me and told me to obey whatever Mary wanted, his words ringing in my soul. I had taken her in to the back, helped her find some slutty outfits, and then she pulled me into the changing room.

“My pussy’s so wet,” she had told me without a hint of shame, a big smile on her freckled face. “Fall to your knees and lick my pussy.”

I did, without hesitating, remembering Mark’s word to do whatever she said. I just had to obey him. Her pussy tasted wonderful and I was so happy when I made her cum. This is what Mark wanted me to do and it had been so much fun doing. While I had been licking Mary’s pussy, Lillian had been fucked by Mark, along with some pink-haired skank, at the cash register.

My life seemed to have changed. Everything was different. My roommate Jessie even seemed like a new person when she came home from working at the Buy Best, a big smile on her face. I didn’t have much time to talk to her, Lillian was waiting to take me to the lesbian club. But I had a feeling she had run into Mark as well and he had changed her like he had changed me.

He was a special guy. They both were. I wouldn’t be surprised at all for him to be president one day. There was just something about him that was irresistible.

“You ready,” Lillian grinned in a slinky, black dress and fishnet stockings.

I nodded my head, giving her a forced smile.

“Good, let’s break some women’s hearts,” she laughed and climbed out of her car.

The Clam Diver was a dimly lit club, black lights flashing and dubstep booming. Women danced and ground on each other out on the floor, their bodies glowing neon green, orange, blue, or red as the blacklights flashed about.

“Hey, Lillian,” a petite woman said, her hair dyed green, her tight top molding to a pair of budding breasts, her hard nipples, clearly pierced, pressing against the thin fabric.

“Hey, Pixie,” Lillian smiled, throwing her arms around the girl and giving her a quite passionate kiss, their tongues flashing. My pussy stir as their bodies pressed together. Then they broke, and Lillian pointed to me. “My friend Anne. It’s her first time.”

“Ohh, just jumping on the lesbo train?” Pixie asked me, moving over, throwing her arms around me and giving me a thorough kiss that caught me by surprise.

“Pixie’s a friendly one,” Lillian laughed as the smaller woman broke the kiss, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Pixie,” I said, licking my lips. “That’s, um, an unusual name.”

“My parents named me Starlight,” she laughed. “Hippies. It’s like they wanted me to become a Wiccan. But everyone calls me Pixie because I’m just so cute.”

“Yes, you are,” purred Lillian, pulling her out onto the dance floor. “Mingle, Anne! Get to know the ladies here and you’ll have a blast!”

My friend and Pixie ground on each other as the music pulsed and thudded, their bodies writhing as their knees slipped between each other’s thighs. My pussy grew more heated in my skimpy thong, and my hips began to sway to the music.

“Aren’t you cute,” a new woman said, swaying over to me. Her hair was dyed half-bubblegum-pink and half-cotton-candy-blue. She wore a dark dress with an oval cutout that showed off the inner slopes of her round breasts. “I’m Candy.”

“Anne,” I smiled as she swayed in front of me.

“First time?” Her eyebrows raised and her grin grew mischievous.

“Is it obvious?”

“Oh, yes,” she laughed. “I love seeking out the first timers.” Her hands rested on my hips, pulling me closer, pressing her groin into mine. Her hips writhed, rubbing against my clit. Pleasure sparked in me and my cheeks burned as this gorgeous creature danced before me. “That’s it. Move those hips. Really press our bodies together.”

“Like this?” I asked, shaking my hips and working my clit into her groin, wonderful pleasure bubbling through me.

“That’s it. You know how to have a good time,” she giggled. “Really grind into me. Let the music just take us away.”

Her hands slid down my back, cupping my ass, pulling me tighter. My hands found her side, stroking up the sleek fabric of her dress until I found the bare skin of her back. I stroked her spine, our breasts pressing together. The music thumped and pulsed through me, guiding the rhythm of my hips. The beat sped up, my hips writhing faster. Pleasure stirred through me.

I felt so alive.

Her hands kneaded my ass, her garishly dyed hair swaying about her shoulders as she let out a soft sigh. Her hips ground harder. My nipples were so hard, pressing into her pliant tits through our clothing. I wanted to be naked, to writhe my bare flesh against hers.

She licked her lips, and then we were kissing. Her lips tasted sweet. I moaned into her, our tongues dancing. I bucked and writhed my hips into her, the pleasure growing and growing. My hands slid down, finding her ass through her dress, then lower to her bare thighs. I slipped under her skirt. She wasn’t wearing panties, and I gripped both her naked cheeks in my hands, squeezing and kneading as we “danced” together.

Every time our hips swayed and bucked, my clit sang for joy. The pleasure grew with the music’s intensity, building to a wonderful climax. I shuddered in her arms, my body tensing. She broke the kiss, her lips smooching to my ear.

“Let me feel you cum,” she hissed.

“Yes, Candy!” I moaned, shuddering and crying out. The women dancing around us turned, smiling as they watched me cum in this strange woman’s arms. “Oh, fuck! Yes, yes, yes!”

Candy groaned as I flooded my thong with my pussy juices. Her lips sucked at my neck, muffling her moans as she quivered in my arms. Her teeth nipped my flesh as her orgasm washed over her. I held her shuddering body, squeezing her clenching asscheeks.

“Oh, fuck, Anne!” she gasped when her orgasm died down. “You are a fucking wild slut.”

She twisted in my arm as the song changed, swaying and rubbing her butt in to me. I wrapped my arms around her, sliding up and down her stomach as I came down from the excitement of my orgasm. The nearby women all winked at us, grinding on their partners. I noticed another pair of women shuddering as they ground, and grinned.

What a wicked club this was.

“Who’s the cutie, Candy?” an attractive woman in a slinky, yellow dress purred, her black hair falling in curls about her shoulders. The dress was sleeveless and cut so low I could see a hint of her areola. “I haven’t seen her here before.”

“Hey, Diane,” Candy purred.

Candy and I swayed to our right, Candy still pressing her bubbly ass into me. A younger woman clung to Diane, her black hair streaked with red highlights, a red boob tube clinging to her large tits and a silver, heart-shaped charm dangled from her bellybutton.

Candy smiled, “This is Anne. Who’s your friend?”

“Via,” the black-haired woman with red highlights purred. “I’ve seen you around the dance floor. You’re always grinding on a hot chick.”

Candy laughed. “How have I missed you, Via?”

“I don’t know. Guess your blind.”

“Not any longer. You are hot!” Candy made a throaty noise. “I want to eat you up.”

Diane slid her hand down to squeeze Via’s ass. “I know. Your new friend is hot.” Then Diane reached out with the hand on Via’s ass and gave my butt a squeeze; a tingle passed through me and I squeezed my thighs together. “Oh, very nice.”

“Want to switch partners?” Candy asked.

“I think so.” Diane took me, pulling me from Candy without even asking my permission. I looked into her brown eyes and melted. They were so strong and they wanted me. I pressed against her, swaying to the music.

Diane’s body felt strong, her muscles toned, like she worked out. Her hands roamed my body as we danced, teasing me and stirring new passion in my depths. I spun around, pressing my ass into her as the music drove my hips to sway. Her hands stroked my belly through my dress, then rose up, finding my breasts and squeezing them.

“Diane,” I moaned as she pinched my nipples.

It was so erotic. All these beautiful women dancing around us. I looked around, my body trembling with excitement as Diane fondled my breasts, her own tits pressed into my back. I drank in the sight of all these women enjoying each other. Candy and Via had their knees between each other’s thighs, humping hard to the music. I spotted my friend Lillian sitting on one of the love seats around the dance floor, her legs spread wide, and Pixie between her thighs.

I shuddered. They were having sex. Pixie was licking her pussy and no one cared. My eyes scanned the edge. A woman with bright-orange hair leaned against the wall, someone’s head clearly beneath her skirt as the orange-haired woman fondled her breasts. I watched the couple as orange-haired came. A dusky-faced beauty crawled out, her hair black as night. She was middle-eastern, an Arab, and she walked over to us, her face sticky with a woman’s passion.

“Hey, Diane,” the Arab woman giggled.

Diane broke away from me. “Sarai,” she laughed, pulling the Arab woman close and kissing her pussy covered lips. “This is Anne. She’s new.”

“And cute,” Sarai laughed, throwing her arms around my neck and giving me a thorough kiss. I shuddered, tasting the orange-haired woman’s tangy pussy on her lips. My hips ground against her, my body swaying to the music.

“Isn’t she a hot one,” Diane purred, pressing into Sarai’s back.

“She is,” Sarai purred. “Oh, I wish I could stay longer.”

“Why don’t you?” Diane slid up to grope Sarai’s tits.

“I have work,” she pouted. “All day flying back and forth between Seattle and Chicago with a four hour layover in the middle of the day. It’s going to be a long one. Ten hours, not counting the layover.”

“You’re a pilot?” I asked.

She giggled. “Flight Attendant for Rainier Airlines.”

“You don’t have to go quite yet,” Diane purred, nuzzling her ear. “Why don’t the three of us have some fun before you call it a night.”

“You’re so wicked,” Sarai groaned. “I can’t resist this cutie.” She leaned in and gave me a kiss. “Umm, she’s adorable.”

Diane took my right hand and Sarai my left, both beaming at me. My heart was pounding as they led me to an empty love seat. I looked around at the women dancing on the floor, others sitting at tables, sipping drinks and flirting. They were all going to be able to watch us. A heat flushed through me, ending at my wet pussy.

They were all going to watch.

“You are a sexy bitch,” Diane purred, pushing me down on the love seat, her hands sliding up and down my body, squeezing my tits. She pushed my dress to the side, exposing a round breast, my nipple hard, and leaned down to suck at it.

I groaned, closing my eyes as this gorgeous woman nipped and sucked at my breast. Sarai’s hands spread my thighs apart, sliding beneath my skirt to find my wet thong. She pulled it to the side, her breath hot on my warm pussy. She licked me and a shudder went through my body.

“Oh, yes,” I groaned, my hips writhing on the leather love seat.

Diane’s lips left my breast, her legs straddling me on the love seat. Her tongue licked up my neck to my ear. “How does her lips feel on your cunt?”

“Amazing!” My hips arched, pleasure burning through me. “So fucking wonderful!”

“Have you eaten a woman’s pussy out before?”

“Yes,” I groaned. “My first one was today.”

“Good.” She rose up, standing on the love seat, her skirt slipping up her toned thighs. She lifted it higher, exposing her pussy covered by a neatly-trimmed, black bush. “Eat me out, slut.”

I licked my lips, then leaned in and tasted my second pussy of my life. It was different than eating out Mary’s waxed pussy. Silky pubic hair tickled my face as I worked my mouth through Diane’s flesh. She was sweet and tangy, my mouth hungry for her flavor. I dug my tongue in deep, moaning into her pussy as Sarai’s tongue swirled about my pussy.

My pleasure grew, my hands wrapping around Diane’s waist to grab her naked ass and pulled her pussy tighter against my hungry lips. I worked my tongue, reveling in her hot flesh. My lips kissed her everywhere, nuzzling every bit of her silky flesh as Sarai’s tongue worked in my pussy.

“Oh, look at these sluts!” a woman called out.

“She is going to town on her pussy!”

I shuddered, sucking harder, loving that I was being watched. I spread Diane’s asscheeks apart as my lips sucked on her clit, my fingers sliding into her crack. I found her asshole, my fingers teasing her. I always loved a finger up the ass when I was being fucked, and I bet Diane would love it too.

“Finger her ass, slut!” a stranger cried out. “Oh, fuck, look at that ass. Perfect.”

“You heard her, slut,” moaned Diane. “Finger my ass.”

I pushed my finger in, sliding deep as I nibbled and sucked at her clit.

“Shove more in! Don’t just give her one!”

“Really finger her ass, slut!”

I shoved a second finger in, obeying their nasty shouts. Sarai’s lips and the audience was bringing me to the edge. I shoved a third finger in, working them in and out her velvety-tight ass. My legs squeezed around Sarai’s head as my orgasm crested.

Bliss exploded inside me.

I moaned into Diane’s pussy, stabbing my three fingers deep into her. My thighs squeezed on Sarai’s head as I came hard, flooding her hungry mouth. Women clapped and cheered, enjoying the sight of my climax.

And Sarai kept sucking.

“You got off,” Diane moaned. “Now make me cum, slut!”

“Make her cum!” a woman cheered, and then a second joined her. “Make her cum! Make her cum!”

More and more women clapped and chanted. My fingers worked faster in and out of her ass as my tongue and lips sucked and nibbled her pussy, drinking in the flood of sweet, tangy juices leaking out. Sarai slipped two fingers into my pussy, fucking me fast and hard as she whipped her tongue against my clit, stirring me closer to another orgasm.

“Make her cum!”

“Oh, yes!” gasped Diane. “You fucking slut! Eat my tasty pussy! Love it! Oh, fuck!”

I stabbed my fingers deep into her ass and sucked on her clit. She bucked into my lips. Juices squirted on my face and her ass clenched about my fingers. She let out a piercing scream and the women cheered.

I had made her cum for the delight of all these women. I was such an exhibitionist slut.

Diane pulled away, slumping beside me and I looked at the audience of ten or so women, Lillian included, all clapping and smiling at me, their faces flushed. My breasts heaved, one still exposed, as Sarai worked a third finger in me.

“Fist the slut,” Lillian called out, grinning at me.

“Fist the slut!” the crowd took up.

I spread my legs wide. “You want to see her fist me?” I called out, loving their attention. My hands went to my breasts, pushing my dress down to fully expose them, and pinched my hard nipples.

“Yes! Fist the slut!”

“You heard them, Sarai!”

Sarai looked up at me, her dusky face dripping with my juices. “I’d love to.”

She worked a forth finger inside me, stretching my tunnel. I groaned, loving the pleasure. I stared out at the clapping women, looking them each in the eye and shuddering as I saw the lust burning in their depths. They all wanted me. I drank in their attention like I was dying of thirst.

“Fist me, Sarai! Shove your fucking hand inside my cunt!”

Her fingers curled and she worked her hand inside me. I gasped, my pussy stretched to the limit, pain and pleasure bursting inside me. She worked her fist in deeper, her wrist disappearing inside my stretched-out cunt. I shuddered and bucked, squeezing down on her hand.

“That’s it, slut!” Diane hissed. “Take her fist!”

“Fist that slut!”

“Fist me!” I groaned, pinching and pulling on my nipples, a new orgasm swelling inside me. “Oh, fuck!”

Her fist drew back and rammed back in. Over and over she fucked me. My toes curled and my head tossed. I gasped and moaned, lost to the pleasure of exhibiting myself to all these lesbians. Waves of pleasure crashed through me, orgasms coming one after the other, flooding my body.

Stars danced before my eyes.

“Yes!” I screamed as a monster orgasm spasmed through me.

Juices squirted out of my pussy, spraying up Sarai’s arm.

The crowd went wild! “The slut squirted!”

“What a cum!”

“Lucky girl!”

I writhed on the love seat, letting their words wash over me as I drifted on the sea of pleasure. Slowly it withdrew and I sat up. Sarai and Diane and all the women were gone except Lillian. She was cuddled up to me, a big smile on her face.

“So, you coming back with me next week?”

I nodded my head, “Fuck yeah, I am.” I looked out at the dancing women. “I need a drink, then let’s have some more fun. The night is still young.”

Lillian beamed and pulled me up. “I’m always down for more fun.”

As we headed to the bar, I kept my eye out for which woman I wanted to play with next. There were quite a few that caught my eye. Maybe Via. She looked like a nasty slut who’d do just about anything.

So many hot women, and not enough time to play with all of them. Well, there would be next week, and the week after. I wasn’t straight any longer, I was a bisexual slut now.

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