From my senior year in high school through the summer before college, I waited tables at a place named Rob's Diner. Our town wasn't a big one, and Rob's was busiest for breakfast and lunch, but enough people came it at night to justify keeping open until nine. So worked a lot of nights, and I worked them with just myself, a dishwasher/busser, and a short-order cook, Ben, who was Rob's older brother.  

The food was basic diner, but above average and we had really good home-baked pies. The décor was mid-sixties, full lemon linoleum with pics of custom cars on the walls. That was Rob's thing, and fit the diner's name. That's where I'd met Gwen, the biker who showed me that pussy was a lot tastier than cock. Gwen and her friends, Julie and Paulie, all rode with the Dispossessed, our local motorcycle club (or gang depending on who you talked to). And I'd gone down on all four along with Molly Wegeman, and I'd loved doing it. Truth is, I wasn't looking to date boys anymore. Gwen had shown me that I'm a woman's woman and I was starting to come to terms with lesbianism. Even if I hadn't come out to my family just yet. 

It was a slow Wednesday and we were thinking of closing up early.  I had one customer in the store at the time. Theresa was a tall, buxom woman with broad shoulders and hips, who either wore a business suit or leathers. Today it was a suit, which told me she had to work late. I'd heard through the grapevine she'd ridden with the Dispossessed for a while, but not anymore. That was when three Dispossessed walked in with Molly Wegeman in tow. They nodded at Theresa then took a booth at the other end of the bar from hers. Molly was on the inside next to a very big, hairy man whom I recognized as Kit Toller, the President of the Dispossessed. The men were all rough-looking, tatted, and patched in. Molly was trying to look hard, but couldn't look me in the eye. 

I brought them all water on a tray as they picked through the menus stacked next to the mini juke on the wall. Regulars usually avoided them as the menu probably hadn't been changed in my lifetime. I was wearing my waitress uniform, and it too was straight from the past. A worn pale blue button-down dress that ended just below mid-thigh, white practical shoes, and an apron with generous pockets. I smiled at my customers as I passed out their waters. “So what can I get you to drink?” I said. Molly tried to look tough but her eyes were turned away.  

“Whiskey,” said a tall blonde guy with a wild beard, wilder hair, and big blue eyes. He had a lot of tattoos and I'm not describing them. His friends laughed at his request.

“I'm afraid we don't serve alcohol here,” I answered in my professionally friendly waitress's voice. “But we have the full range of Coke products from the fountain.”

“Coke then,” he said.  

“You're Donna Baker,” said Kit Toller. He had his hand on Molly's hip and fingers a bit close to her mound and he grinned at me. Molly also grinned though a bit less pleased, as he was showing the power he had over her. 

“That's me,” I said, trying not to be disturbed that the head of the Dispossessed knew my name.  

“Yeah, I've been hearing about you. I hear Molly ate your pussy. And you fucked her in the shower over at the gym.” He squeezed her ass. She gave me an apologetic look. “I also hear you've been going down on Gwen and riding Paulie,” he added. “You've been fucking a lot of my girls.”  

I froze and blondie reached over to lift up my skirt. “Nice,” he said before letting my skirt drop.  I was too scared to slap him away.

He smiled. “I know you're scared but I don't care who my girls fuck around with. But if you're going to be with them, maybe you ought to drop by the clubhouse so the rest of us can get to know you.” Blondie leered at me. Kit didn't but then he didn't have to. They wanted to make me one of their mamas.  

I'd heard a few rumors about the 'initiation' and I wasn't at all into that. “I'll keep that in mind,” I said stepping away from blondie. 

And when I turned around Theresa was standing behind me. She was much taller than I was and strongly built, and if she was in a grey business suit today that didn't mean she wasn't formidable. For the first time, I really noticed the pistol she carried under her arm. “Hi Kit,” she said, eyes carefully making eye contact with each of them.  “Charlie. Brad. And what's your name?”

“Molly,” my former tryst replied.  

“Molly.” She nodded at the girl.

Kit stayed completely calm. “Good to see you again, Theresa. You ought to come by the clubhouse again. We've missed you. I was just inviting Donna here to visit, now that she's a woman.”

“I can see that on both counts,” she said, and she flashed a badge. A Federal Marshal's badge. “I also saw Charlie here commit a sexual assault on Donna.” 

Blondie sucked it up and his hands went tight to his person.

“You ain't going to fuck with us over that, are you?” Kit said softly, but with narrowing eyes.  He looked pretty scary too.

Theresa didn't budge. “No, I'm not,”  but not like Kit's menace worried her a bit. The room got calmer. “In fact, I have no plans to pay you any professional attention at all. Unless you force me to take notice.” 

“Duly noted,” said Kit. “I doubt we'll give you any trouble.”

“Especially since you own the sheriff. Out of sight and out of mind— that's how it works, eh? But Charlie, you do need to keep your hands off the waitstaff. Especially when you have pretty Molly there, who's doubtless willing to entertain you.”

Kit Toller wasn't known for backing down. “Maybe Donna would like to come around.”

Theresa kind of leaned into Kit. It was pretty clear this woman didn't intimidate. “If she does, that's her choice. But if she doesn't, and you don't live with that, I will be forced to pay you some attention.” 

Kit Toller smiled even though his eyes were not smiling. “I'll keep that in mind, Theresa. Sure you won't come around? We had some good times back in the day.”

“Yes we did,” she admitted. “And some not-so-good times. My life has changed and hanging with you would constitute a conflict of interest, and those I studiously avoid. I'm with Cropduster Cindy now, and very happy.”

“Cindy? You mean the tall lean blonde who flies that biplane?”

“The same. She took me flying and that was all it took.”

“Well, good for you both,” Kit Toller's eyes relaxed. “But the offer is open should you ever change your mind. You can even bring Cindy.”

“I appreciate that, Kit,” Theresa said, smiled at them all, then spun on her heels and went back to her supper.  

They all ordered coffee and pie a la mode, which I was happy to provide. And they pretty much left me alone and they left an adequate tip. I left Buddy to bus the table and went over to thank Theresa and bring her pie, on me. 

“Think nothing of it,” she said, reaching for the slice of blueberry. “You'll be fine. What was that about?”

"Do you know Gwen Eiffel?"

"Better than you think, I know her and her friends."

“What's going on is Gwen and Paulie taught me what my body was really about one night. The next day, feeling all flush, I ran into Molly in the gym shower. And I fucked her there.”

She grinned at me and gave a low whistle. “Girl with a new toy, eh? I remember those days myself. When I first found out who I really was, I couldn't get enough. Still, can't really.”

“How does Cropduster Cindy feel about that?” I asked.  

“She likes it just fine, so long as I share with her. We share everything.” Theresa winked at me, and I got the idea that I might be under consideration for indoor sports. Well, as Theresa had said, I was a girl with a new toy and I wanted to take it out and find out what I could do. So I smiled back. “You think that girl there told them?”

“I think so,” I said. “Molly there likes to play tough but she's a pussycat deep down. And not that bright. I figure she shot her mouth off and that brought me to their attention.”

“Makes sense,” she said. “I know it wasn't Gwen, Paulie, or Julie. We've had them out to the farm a few times for a midnight swim.”

“You have a pool?” I asked. I loved to swim, and was tired of the crowded gym pool.

“We sure do. You working this weekend?”

“Saturday.” 

She handed me a card after writing her address on it. “Come on out after work on Saturday. Bathing suit optional. We can swim and take it from there.”

“Okay,” I said, deciding that maybe I wouldn't invite Molly back out by the lake again. Theresa was fascinating. She had big brown eyes and her demeanor was nothing but confident. I'd seen Cindy around a few times too, a lean blonde with short hair and a pretty smile. And as Theresa said, I was a girl with a new toy. I wanted to exercise it before I got to college and settled down. I bussed her table myself. She'd left a good tip, which I put in the tip jar and then started to clean up. No point in staying on as it was 8:30 and the joint was empty. I figured I'd go home and play Fortnight. My brother had the car that night, but I was thinking.  

      * * *

Saturday night came and I was abuzz. I wore my waitress uniform and packed a bikini in my large purse, but mostly I wore my best, raciest bikini underwear. It wasn't that racy, to be honest—Mom was still poking through my drawers and doing some laundry—but it was pale blue, lacy and I felt sexy wearing it. Being Saturday, Rob's was pretty busy until about half-past eight and then it emptied out in a hurry. I'd mapped Theresa's 'farm' on my phone, so I got on my bicycle and started to ride. About forty minutes later, I was there.  

There was no mistaking it. The property had been in Cropduster Cindy's family for years. Her Dad had been a pilot too, and it had a grass runway, the hanger, and her biplane sitting outside, silhouetted in the moonlight. From the road, I could see the moonlight shining off their pool and a low ranch house with a couple of cars out front. And a couple Harleys too. I climbed on my bike, and a bundle of nerves rode down the driveway.  

I could hear the Indigo Girls playing on a speaker outside and heard voices and splashing from the pool. I was nervous and came up to the gate. And there I saw them. Naked. Cindy was laying out on a chaise lounge with a plastic tumbler in her left hand and likely filled with something I wasn't technically old enough to drink. Her body was taut, her face pretty and feminine, hair almost military short yet blonde, with her lean muscle clearly visible. Theresa was floating in the pool on an orange inflatable raft, head down, her round bottom up. No sign of tan lines She turned her eyes and caught my eye. “Hey, Donna. Cindy, look who came to visit us.”

“Hi,” I said, shyly waiving and trying not to stare.  

Cindy wasn't shy at all. She stood up and walked right to the gate to let me in. “Pleased to finally meet you. Gwen speaks highly of you. Theresa told me about the other night at Rob's.” She stuck out her hand and I shook it. Her eyes were big and blue even in the limited light.  

Theresa flipped off her air mattress and swam to the edge of the pool. She pushed herself out of the water and I found my eyes fascinated as her breasts shook and the water poured down over her smooth skin as she pulled up and out of the water. She grabbed a towel to dry herself a bit as she came over to shake my hand. I found I couldn't take my eyes off her. Suddenly I understood how guys felt about breasts as I got myself under control.  

“I guess I'm overdressed,” I said, looking around.  

“Did you bring a suit?” Cindy said as she headed indoors.  

“Yeah, but I would still feel overdressed.”

Theresa laughed and put her arm around my shoulder. “We live far enough out we're not worried about snoopers.” 

I nodded and began to unbutton my waitress's uniform. “Only us girls here, right?”

She laughed. “I have a shotgun if anyone shows up uninvited.”

“Like Gwen?”

“Oh no, she and the girls are always welcome. But I know my sisters' bikes by sound. You don't need to get undressed outdoors. Let me show you around.”

I was happily in the mood for that. I saw Cindy in the kitchen making up a pitcher of something. I didn't know what it was but I saw rum and fruit juice. The house was a modern and spacious ranch with a big skylight. The place was neat, the furniture looked comfortable and they had a bunch of Georgia O'Keefe prints on the walls. I guessed they were regulars at the Jackson City Ikea.  

She led me into a guest room with more Scandinavian furniture. “You can change in here. Your choice as to what. I think Cindy is making us more punch and some snacks.” She gave my bottom a little squeeze then walked out to give me privacy. I heard her and Cindy talking in the kitchen.  

I was nervous. I didn't really know either of the women, but it didn't seem much risk. They were friends of Gwen and Paulie after all. I unbuttoned my uniform, peeling it off. They had a long mirror and I looked at myself in their mirror. My makeup was good, and I studied my body in the reflection. My underwear was plain, but it fit me. I felt pretty in the mirror. My boobs didn't seem too small or my hips too wide, I saw me. Hardly perfect, though, pubic hair out from my panties, and I was mad at myself for not trimming earlier. I reached behind my back to undo my bra. Theresa and Cindy were naked, and unashamed. I should be naked. I was a college girl. It was time to peel off my big girl panties and get on with it. So that's exactly what I did. I felt my face blush from nerves but tried to hold my head high as I walked back into the living room.  

Cindy's smile and leer made me feel attractive in a way leering men never had. “I'd whistle, but I can't. You don't need clothing.”

“Neither do you,” I replied. Cindy was older, but in fine shape, all lean muscle. I could see the ripples on her belly, and I wondered if they had a gym out here or did she just swim the whole time she wasn't flying. She came and handed me a tall plastic tumbler full of an orange concoction. I took a plate of nachos from her and carried it out. Theresa was already sitting at the table, the umbrella open, presumably to shield us from the moon. I set the nachos in front of Theresa while Cindy poured everyone drinks. It tasted of pineapple, oranges, something cherry, and definitely alcohol. I took a small sip. It was good! I took another and glommed a cheese-heavy nacho.  

“So you fly out of your house?”

“I fly into the airport twice a week. I can do the basics myself, but I always have a certified aviation or avionics mechanic go over her regularly, and I land at county if anything even seems wonky. You can't put off maintenance for anything that files. But my plane is really pretty simple and Lycoming engines are very reliable.”

“Don't start Cindy on flying,” warned Theresa. ”Once my baby gets going you can't stop her.”

“You know how to shut me up,” said Cindy, while leering at her lover with moist lips.  

“See,” Theresa said. “She practically forces me to sit on her.”  

I didn't need to ask where. “Well, I'm not the most experienced member of the lesbian kingdom, but I have always enjoyed it when I sat on someone's face or they sat on mine.”

“You sound like a natural,” Cindy said and tapped her glass to mine. I took another drink. Yes, it was good, and strong by my standards.

“Just as God made me,” I said, now grinning. The other women had no modesty and I was getting comfortable with my own nudity in the great outdoors. I felt a bit nervous as I saw headlights on the road but relaxed as they drove by.  

Theresa must have noticed. “You get used to the traffic. People really can't see anything until they get close and our driveway is long enough for us to duck inside if we don't know who is coming.”

“You didn't duck for me.”

“I saw your bike chained up outside the diner. So I was expecting a girl on a bicycle. The safety light you wear goes up and down on your leg as you pedal. Since no one else might ride a bike, it had to be you. Right on time for our date, as I recall.”  

“Date?” I said.  

“Girl, we talked. We know you didn't come here to play monopoly.” They both looked me straight in the eye. 

No backing down. No turning back. “No, I didn't.” 

“Good girl,” Theresa said with a chuckle. “Never hold back what you really want. That's the one thing I learned in the Dispossessed. Also, you should know why Kit was there for you. Some of his girls haven't been coming around the clubhouse as much lately. For him, that's a problem. Girls who put out like Molly Wegeman help attract guys.”

So it was a power play. But I didn't think my tryst with Molly was part of a recruiting effort. Spasms have a certain sincerity to them. “Is that why the girls are leaving?”

“Some. The club can be a lot of fun, they know how to throw a party. But some of us, and you already know who, have decided that we don't want to play by men's rules. We want our own club, where women run things. For women, and women only.”

I could see why that would make sense. I also saw how Kit Toller could feel threatened by that. “So, what do you plan to call this little band of lesbirados?”

Theresa and Cindy both cracked up. And then they looked at each other and grinned.  

“You may have just named us,” Cindy said, putting her arm around my neck and gave me a friendly squeeze. “Let's go for a swim.” 

She stood and took my hand. From the other side, Cindy took the other and led me to the pool. Clearly, they had tag-teamed people before. Now I was in the ring with both of them. Theresa took the stairs in first and I followed with Cindy behind. I felt a brief chill as I stepped into the water but it didn't last long. The pool was warm and lit. I could see her body in the water, and then stepped in to sink my body in the water. I could feel Cindy close behind me, but they didn't touch me anywhere but our interlaced fingers. Soon we were all up to our necks—at least I was. And then diving under the water, making like mermaids without the Esther Williams moves, just enjoying the freedom of movement a pool provides you to swim around and enjoy yourself.  

For a time, we just swam. Then I swam to the edge and rested my arms on the edge. Cindy came up beside me. Soon I felt her fingers on my hip.

“Are you going to State?”

“Polytechnic. I'm going to be a physics major.”

“Physics! That's a tough major,” Cindy said. “What do you plan to do when you get out?”

“Not sure.” And the truth is I wasn't, but I was completely aware of her fingertips hypnotically stroking my hip under the water. “But finding a job isn't too hard if you have a science background. And a physics degree is pretty easy to turn into engineering.”

I felt Theresa swim over to my other side, her hip brushing against mine. And another set of fingers caressing the small of my back. It felt . . . heavenly. “No, it's not. My degree is in criminology and as a paralegal. But I had to get out of town to get it. If I hadn't left, I would still be riding behind someone in the gang.”

“I can't imagine what that would be like,” I said. “I mean belonging to one of them.”

“It's not so bad if you're somebody's,” she said. “You're accepted, they'll stand up for you, you can party freely and no other guy hits on you. But you're his. You do what he says. It's worse when you're unattached like Molly.”

“She seemed pretty attached to Kit Toller.”

“Lily Rebeck is Kit's old lady. Molly isn't that bright, but she'd never cross Lily. I'd bet that display was for your benefit. You told me you've had her.”

It seemed there were no limits to how often I could blush. “Twice.”

Theresa patted my back before saying, “Molly's not smart enough to keep her mouth shut. He wants you to know who she really belongs to, and that's the Dispossessed. A girl like Molly gets passed around. And it can be fun until someone you don't like takes their turn with you.”

I was appalled. “That sounds like rape!”

“Rape is such an ugly word.” Theresa's eyes narrowed as she spoke. “If you leave the Dispossessed, you can't come back. With them, you're all in or you're all out, and that's as true of the brothers as it is of women. But people do leave. Molly isn't ready to go yet. She probably will be, but by that time you'll be long gone.”

I felt kind of cold. “I was never serious about her.” And I wasn't. “I just saw her in the shower. And there was something hot about her, and I was pissed, tired of the shit I'd eaten. I saw how she looked at me so I took her. And she loved it.”

“Enough to spend an entire night eating your pussy and ass from what I hear. And you loved it too.”

I felt another blush coming on. She was right of course. “How do you know all this?” 

“Paulie told me. She and I are tight. You two fucked right in her living room. What did you expect? Paulie's not the silent type.”

Given how I'd met those women, that sort of made sense. “It kinda turned into a small orgy,” I admitted.

“I know that too. Shows you have potential. It's one reason I invited you here.” Her fingers cupped my bottom and squeezed my right cheek. “Paulie likes you and thinks Molly is really into you.”

That scared me. Molly was cute and fun when her defenses were down. But I did not want to settle down with her. “Shit. I mean, she's fun and all, but I'm headed to Polytechnic this fall. I'm not interested in a serious.”

“Smart girl,” said Cindy. “College is a great time to experiment and find out who you are. Right, Theresa?”

“I loved my student years. College got me away from the Dispossessed. I met some great people and made lifetime friends,” Theresa said, “but I didn't fit in entirely. Because I was Dispossessed. I had some habits that didn't endear me with the sorority girls. That and I was starting to figure out I was really gay. At least you already know that.”

I'd heard about sororities. Mom was Kappa Delta and seemed to think I'd fit right in. I was a little less certain. Dad was in a frat, so I realized it could be good. “Gay could be kind of awkward.”

“Every sorority has a couple of lesbians. But you'd be a definite minority. But any university is big enough that our people are there in numbers.” She smiled at me and played with my hair as she talked. And kept exploring my bottom. I realized these were pleasant memories for her. The touch of her fingers on my bottom was pleasant for me and had me gently rolling my hips. 

“You liked college didn't you?” I smiled at her and reached over to run my fingertips down her shoulder. Her full, heavy breasts rested on the edge of the pool. I resisted the desire to touch them. 

“Yeah, I did. And I'm going back. I start law school part-time this fall.” Her fingertip found my star and gently began to caress me there.  

“Cool.” I sort of gasped from the pleasure of her touch. She didn't try to enter me, but her fingers were very knowing and my pussy was starting to tingle. Talking was getting . . . hard. 

“I hope so. It means a big raise if I stay where I am and opens other doors. But that's a few years and a bar examination down the road.” Playing with my ass clearly did not interrupt Theresa's train of thought as it was interrupting mine. I arched my back and pushed back against her fingers, and she squeezed my left cheek. Cindy squeezed my right cheek and her fingers glided across my belly, just below my breasts. 

“It's like this,” Cindy said. “We're a unit. Theresa and I have no secrets from each other. If we both say yes, you play with both of us. If one of us says you're out, you're out.”

“Don't give us a reason to push you out,” Theresa said, her lips pressed to my ear, her full heavy breasts against my shoulder. “If something is going on you don't like, say so. Don't keep your mouth shut. Is anything going on you don't like?”

“No,” I said, my voice quiet, my hips gently undulating from the fingers tag-teaming my bottom.  

“Well, if there is you speak up,” Theresa said, turning my head to look me directly in the eyes. “Because we're going to fuck the shit out of you, Little Lesbirado.” Theresa pressed her mouth hard to my lips, which opened involuntarily. Her lips tasted of strawberry balm, and her kiss was deep and demanding. As I sucked her lips into my mouth, I felt Cindy's lips on my neck, her fingers on the underside of my breasts.  

And that's about when I started to lose touch. Theresa and Cindy passed my lips from one to the other. I felt fingers on my cunt, on my rectum, and couldn't be entirely sure who these probing fingers belonged to. Theresa's mound pressed to my left hip, Cindy's to my right, grinding on me. My hands they took in theirs and when I wasn't kissing one of them, the other had my fingers in her mouth, sucking them. I was breathing hard and I adored being passed from woman to woman and back again, my body lost in a deep wave of desire. Then someone, Cindy I think, shoved two fingers up my cunt.  

I was kissing Theresa when Cindy's lips pressed to my right ear. “I think baby dyke here likes to be fucked,”

“Yessss,” I managed to moan before I was passed back to Cindy, her eyes focussed on mine, her tongue shoved deep into my mouth.   

“I think you really like being fucked,” Theresa said, and I felt a fingertip, probably hers, enter my ass. My hips were pumping in time with their fingers.    

“Go ahead and cum if you need to,” said Cindy as her partner reclaimed my mouth. “We won't mind. It won't be enough. We want everything you can give us. We like leaving a pretty girl tender and worn." Then it was her turn again and my hips were pumping; I knew I could not last. I felt Theresa's teeth on my shoulder, biting me enough so I felt it.  

And then, as if it were nothing, the fingertip slipped from my bottom and the fingers were pulled from my needy cunt. I whimpered as Cindy pulled me to her breast. Small and high, nipple stiff in my mouth, I sucked on it; I nibbled and tugged it, suckling her as if she were feeding me life itself. Her hands pinned my head to her chest. Theresa moved behind me, stuffing her thigh between mine to push on my mound. “When I was in the Dispossessed, I was in charge of initiating the new girls for a while. I initiated Paulie, did you know that?”

I sort of moaned a no into Cindy's breast, for I couldn't move, I was pinned there. 

Theresa leaned in real close to whisper. Her voice was hoarse and breathy and I could feel her breathing deeply as she ground on me. “I was the girl who took her lesbian cherry. Me and Lily together. Tell me Baby Dyke, have you ever tried a feeldoe?”

I managed another "no" as Cindy moved me to her other nipple, and pulled tight, her hands tugging my hair yanking my head back for Theresa to kiss. And she was grinning as she fed me her turgid nipple. “Now,” she said.

“Now,” agreed Theresa and they stepped away from me, leaving me gasping in the water at the edge of their pool. Fingers slipped into my hands. “Bedtime little lesbian. Time to fuck you properly.” And I followed as together they tugged me out of the water. They each took towels and dried me, carefully with detail, taking turns planting kisses on my lips and breasts. I felt like I was in some ritual, like being prepared for my wedding night, though I knew this was no wedding. This was a claiming and the two women were together laying a claim upon me, showing me that my cunt belonged to them.    

I tried to take a towel and dry them but they pushed my hands aside. Theresa guided my hands to her breasts, so big and heavy. I squeezed and manipulated them. Cindy tried in vain to dry my mound. I was leaking too much for that to be possible. Instead, I bent over to take Theresa's right breast into my mouth, to pin her nipple with my tongue, to pull and stretch her nipple and I was delighted to hear her moans. 

“Knows what she's doing, doesn't she?” Cindy asked. “Got some talent, that girl does.”  

“I want to see how she does with my pussy,” her partner replied. “I'm going to grind it in on her.”

Her words set my body aflame, delighted as I was with the tit pressed just to my face. I bit and she cooed and smacked my ass. It stung but I liked it. “Bad Girl,” Cindy said and smacked my ass again. And it made my pussy convulse as she did, a thing that shocked me almost as much as my delight in suckling her lover. “Heads or tails,” she said, grabbing a quarter from the counter. 

“Tails,” said Theresa. 

Cindy flipped. I heard the coin hit, I couldn't see because I was still suckling Theresa. “Heads. You got top, I got bottom.”

“Let's get Donna here on the bed while you get ready.”

They sounded practically ecstatic as they led me into their bedroom and together lay me upon their bed. I scooted up high and Theresa got next to me. “Watch Cindy,” she said, her mouth moving to my breasts. Her teeth pulling and biting on me, my legs fell open as Cindy went to the drawer. Theresa suckled me but her eyes were also on her partner, wide open, and she smiled as she bit softly on my nipple. I smiled too, and rocked my chest to her mouth, my hands in her hair, moaning as her fingers slid up and down my slit.  

Cindy pulled a blue object from the drawer—hooked, long and odd shaped, stubbier and thicker at one end, longer and fatter at the other. She looked me in the eye as she rubbed the short, fat end on her own slit. “This is the pony,” she said easing it into her cunt. “The pony goes inside me. The horse I'm going to drive into you.” And she pushed on it and pulled, shifting its position, and releasing a loud moan as she got it into the perfect position. Her eyes were on mine the whole time, her grin wide and thin as she delighted in my fascination. I think she felt like a prankster. 

 “Okay, it's time for your ride, Donna.” Her hands grabbed my right leg at the ankle and yanked it wide. Theresa tugged on my left, not that she needed to. I was fixated on the sight of that blue phallus jutting from her cunt, sticking obscenely outward, and moving as she did. Up on the bed, Cindy came, the blue phallus in her right hand. Her thighs slid between mine and I felt the plastic head gliding across my pussy lips. “Say it, baby dyke. Tell, Cindy what you need.” She was grinning in a mean way. 

“Fuck me,” I moaned as if in agony, and I was with the torment of feeling her tool at the edge of my slit.  

“One more time,” she said, rubbing the thing upon my hood. “Say for both of us.”

“For God's sake please fuck me,” I yelled out, loud enough it reverberated across the walls. Theresa chuckled, Cindy just pushed it into me. And I found myself crying out in need and joy as she entered me and began her grind. She fucked me with a steady rhythm, in a circular motion. I didn't know then, but I know now why she did that, but it felt exquisite. I was beginning to moan aloud as Theresa pinched my nipples. Then she simply straddled me and pushed her cunt down hard on my mouth.  

“Tongue out,” she said. “Let me do the work. I'll cum harder that way.” Obedient, I extended my tongue. Theresa grabbed the bedposts to perch herself so her pearl pressed upon my extended tongue. And she began to grind on me. “This is how I broke in Paulie,” she said, looking down into my eyes from above her heavy, pendulous breasts and she moaned as she spoke. “Lily wore the strappie and she fucked Paulie hard and fast. Just like Cindy is fucking you.” Theresa was breathing hard now, and so was I as I felt the weight and grind of her wet cunt upon my mouth and outstretched tongue. She was dripping down onto me, and I loved it, but I obeyed and held my tongue steady as she rode my lips, lost in the pleasure of her and Cindy riding me as one.   

“Lily's job was to make Paulie cum and she did it well. My job,” and she paused for a moment and licked her lips. “My job was to pee in her mouth as I came. That's how a girl gets taken into the Dispossessed. I've been where you are. Molly's been where you are. Gwen has been where you are. Would you like me to pee in your mouth when I cum?”

I was shocked and stunned and I didn't know what to do. I didn't want her to pee on, much less in, me but I wanted to end this ride far less. My eyes went wide and my body bucked as I tasted her and loved each deep thrust of the feeldoe into my dripping wet cunt. 

“Don't worry Little Lesbirado, I'm not going to pee on you. We're not the Dispossessed. We're Lesbirados and we do what we want.” Theresa grunted and began to ride my mouth hard. Cindy too stepped up her pace, driving into me, thrust after thrust. The sound of our moans and the bedsprings grew louder and faster, louder and fast, until I realized I could not hold back another instant. And I screamed into Theresa's cunt as my body exploded with white light and pure joy, I cried out over and over as my body raced from peak to valley to peak again. Their moans joined mine as our symphony of pleasure rose to its crescendo, and Theresa erupted on my face and Cindy shoved her she-cock deep in my cunt and held it there, her body quivering in time with mine.  

Theresa turned her face back as she and Cindy kissed. I felt the feeldoe slide from my pussy, and her thighs disappeared. A moment later I heard fresh sounds and new thighs against mine, and a shorter, thicker, and a much bigger she-cock being driven into my cunt. Theresa climbed off my face and I saw Paulie between my legs, grinning widely as she began to thrust. I turned my head and saw Gwen's long legs stretching over me, and her beautiful bare pussy lowered to my face. I looked up at her, and she down at me as I extended my tongue to lick her like a good Lesbirado.