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Oh My God! A Gay Bar!
by Anonymous (1994)

***

This is the story of how I once mistakenly wandered 
into a gay leather bar and was forced to learn how 
women can give each other pleasure. (FF+/F, nc, rp, 
1st-lesbian-exptr)

***

I'm a married woman with three young children. I have a 
great sex life with my husband, but I still jerk off 
sometimes, and my favorite fantasy when I do concerns 
women.

I've never actually had an affair with a woman, though 
I came close when I was in junior high. Me and a 
girlfriend were practicing our kissing when things got 
out of hand. We started petting and fondling each 
other, and got hotter and hotter. I wound up stopping, 
breaking away, but I still wonder what would have 
happened.

Anyway, though I've never done it with a woman I find 
women very attractive. I look at them on the street, 
and admire their pictures in the magazines. I even look 
at my husband's Playboys and admire and lust after the 
women there as much as he does.

But I'd never ever go after a woman. I'm far too 
conservative. I'm also not the outgoing type. I'm 
basically meek and polite and not about to approach 
some woman with my sexual desires.

If a woman really did come on to me I'd be so flustered 
and embarrassed that I'd run away. I know I would 
because I know myself. I'm thirty-one, but when 
confronted with the uncomfortable I become ten again.

On the other hand, if a woman came on to me, came on 
hard and hot, didn't give me a choice... if that 
happened, what fun I could have! There'd be no guilt at 
having cheated on my husband, or at having done 
something that my church would consider immoral and 
depraved. If I were forced then I could experience 
Lesbian love with no blame.

Of course, women aren't into rape, so it's just not 
going to happen. Well... not unless I found myself in 
the wrong place at the wrong time...

* * *

It's winter. I'm wearing a heavy, knee length coat. My 
shoulder length blonde hair is pulled back into an 
untidy pony tail as I carry the milk to the station 
wagon. It's late, and the wind and snow are blowing. I 
put the milk in the back of the car and try to start it 
up.

It grinds and grinds but won't start. I curse and slam 
my hands on the steering wheel. I'm in an unfamiliar 
part of town, on my way home from work. I look around. 
The little grocery store is across the street but 
there's what looks like a restaurant just up the block.

I get out and go there, figuring they'd have a phone 
and I could wait and have a coffee. As I get closer 
though I see it isn't a restaurant but a bar. I 
hesitate, but it looks like a nice place, at least, it 
has a well polished oak door with a big brass knocker.

There were leaded glass windows on either side of the 
door, and though I can't see inside because of the 
curtains, I judge the place is no dive. I go inside.

The interior is dark and at first all I see are people 
moving around, tables, and some people dancing. There's 
loud music playing. I push through to the bar and ask 
for a phone. The girl there points around to the other 
side.

I go around to the other side and pick up the phone, 
then call the auto club. They warn me there'll be a 
delay because of the storm. I hadn't expected anything 
else.

It isn't until I've hung up and ordered a coffee from 
the girl at the bar that I really begin to look around 
the place. As I do I feel shock, some fear, and 
embarrassment.

What I'd thought were men, were actually women with 
very short hair. The common uniform seemed to be either 
tight leather or tank tops without bras. Many of them 
had arms thicker than my husband's. I watch in some 
amazement as women kiss each other, dance together, 
murmur lovers words into each other's ears.

My first instinct is to get the hell out, but I try to 
keep calm, and to not let my shock show. I'm about to 
push away and head for the door when the bartender 
brings my drink. Now I'm stuck. I pay her and sip 
gingerly at the drink. I don't want to call attention 
to myself, don't want these women, these... lesbians, 
to think I disapprove.

I don't... not really, but I am embarrassed to see 
their intimacies. And as I look around I see that these 
intimacies are indeed, quite blatant compared to any 
place I've ever been before. Some are kissing each 
other deeply, wetly, tongues entwining. Others are 
stroking each other's bodies, squeezing asses or even 
cupping breasts.

Some women have even bared their breasts and I see 
fingers and lips stroking them. I'm very embarrassed by 
such open sexual contact. I guess my eyes are bugging 
out.

"First time?"

I gasp and jerk around to find a smiling twenty-ish 
blonde woman confronting me. She's pretty, her hair cut 
short, but not really short, more like collar length. 
She's tall, like I am, but not as slender. She has an 
excellent body that's not at all hidden by her tight 
jeans and braless tank top.

"I'm... uh, I'm waiting for the auto club," I all but 
squeak.

"Car problems, huh?" she says sympathetically.

"Yes, that's it. I really should go out there in case 
the tow truck shows up," I babble.

"You'll freeze to death," she says. "It's cold as hell 
and they'll probably take hours on a night like this. 
Come over and sit down."

"Oh no," I stutter. "I'm not gay, you see. I'm just 
using the phone."

"That's all right," she says. "We don't bite." 

I tell her that I really should go, but I allow her to 
lead me over to a booth at the end of the room. 

She slides in beside me, I feel trapped, but it's a U 
shaped booth so I slide around a little. She doesn't 
follow. 

I start to babble about the weather, trying not to look 
at her, and trying not to say something dumb and 
offensive, like what's a pretty girl like her doing in 
a place like this.

"You should take off your coat," she says. I should. 
It's warm in the bar and I'm starting to sweat. But I 
say, no, no, no, I'm fine.

"You're sweating," she says, smiling indulgently.

So I shrug off my big coat, feeling like I'm stripping, 
even though I'm wearing jeans and a shirt.

Two women get into the boot on the other side. One is 
short, with thick arms and a crewcut. She has a cruel 
looking face and right away I'm frightened of her. The 
other woman is taller and thinner, but dressed the 
same, with the same crewcut.

"Who's this?" the short one asks Erin, the blonde girl.

"This is Francine," Erin says.

"Not bad," the woman says, her eyes roaming over me. 
"Bit skinny though."

"She's says she's straight, Carol," Erin says.

"Oh y-yes," I stutter. "I'm just waiting for a-a... uh, 
a tow truck."

"Got time to kill, huh, honey?" the woman, Carol says, 
leering at me. 

I look away, uncomfortable and embarrassed. 

"Bet we could find a way to kill it for you."

"Oh, uh, that's, uh, that's okay," I gulp.

"We don't let straights in here, you know, honey," she 
says, now sounding angry.

"I'll go," I gulp, trying to stand. She pulls me back 
down.

"Why'd you really come in here?" she demands.

"I told you. I-I... wanted to use the phone," I say.

"We ain't got no fuckin' phone booth, bitch."

"I'll go then," I gasp, but again she jerks me down.

"Show a little respect for the sisters," she says, 
smiling cruelly.

"Wha... what?" I gulp.

"Give me a kiss."

"I... no, I don't..."

"Just one kiss, a good one, then you can go."

"But... but I don't..."

"Think you're gonna catch something?" she demands.

"No but..."

"Think you're too good for me."

"But I-I... don't want..."

"Want me to punch your face in, bitch?" she growls.

I stare in wide-eyed shock and fear. Her hand goes up 
behind my head and grips the back of my neck, twisting 
my face around.

"She's with me, Carol," Erin says.

"She ain't with nobody," Carol growls.

"She was sitting with me," Erin says, her voice and 
eyes mild. Carol glares at her, and I'm afraid of 
imminent violence. Erin doesn't seem to be worried.

"Okay then, let her kiss you," Carol growls.

Erin smiles at me and cocks an eyebrow encouraging. 
What can it hurt, she seems to say. It'll shut up this 
woman.

I kiss her lightly, just a peck on the cheek.

"That ain't a kiss, you dumb cunt," Carol snarls.

I shrink away from her. Violence scares me terribly. I 
just don't know how to react to it, even if it's just 
verbal violence.

I'm pressed against Erin, who's definitely the less 
threatening person. Both of the crewcut women are 
glaring at me. Erin puts her arm over my shoulder and I 
jerk my head around suddenly to stare at her.

"Don't be afraid," she says. "You're frightening her 
Carol."

"She'd be a lot more frightened if she knew what I'd 
like to do with her pretty face," Carol hisses.

I twist my head to stare at her in fear, then as Erin 
slides her fingers through the bangs at the side of my 
face I twist my head around again to stare at her.

"Kiss me honey," she says, smiling.

"She can't," the other girl says. "Homophobic whore," 
she sneers.

Erin sides her hand up behind my head and turns me 
gently towards her. She leans me back against the back 
of the seat and leans forward against me. I stare at 
her in fear, eyes very wide. She doesn't seem at all 
threatening, though.

"Relax," she says, stroking the side of my face with 
her hand.

But Carol shifts closer so her hips is almost touching 
mine and I can feel her hot breath on my neck.

Erin leans in and kisses me on the lips, very gently. 
Her lips are moist and soft and somehow very 
comforting. Her arms go around me and she holds me 
against her, but not forcefully.

She pulls her mouth back, still smiling.

"I want a kiss," Carol glowers. Her hand grips my hair 
and jerks my head around, then her mouth crushes mine. 
Her tongue stabs into my mouth and I cry out, the sound 
muffled, silenced. Her lips are bruising and her breath 
is hot and hungry and demanding. Her hand is cruel as 
she twists my hair back.

Erin pushes her back and I cower back against her as 
she strokes my head.

"Don't worry about her, honey," she purrs. Her fingers 
tilt my chin up and she kisses me again, her mouth warm 
and soothing. She strokes my cheek with the back of her 
hand, then turns it and slides it up and down the side 
of my throat.

Carol's hand cups my breast then and I cry out in 
surprise as her fingers dig into the soft flesh and 
squeeze tightly.

"I wanna fuck this slut," she snarls.

I push against her feebly, afraid of angering her more. 
Erin grips her wrist and with surprising strength jerks 
it off me, shoving it back. She and Carol glare at each 
other, and it's Carol that turns her eyes down, holding 
onto smoldering anger.

Erin strokes my neck again, then kisses me on the lips, 
still very softly.

"Now that doesn't hurt, does it, honey?" she breathes.

"N-no," I whimper.

She kisses me again, and her hand slides down onto my 
breast, cupping it gently, rubbing in a small, slow, 
circular motion. I want her to stop but am afraid of 
alienating her, afraid she'll leave me with Carol, who 
looks capable of terrible violence.

So I don't protest as she strokes my breast. She kisses 
me a little harder, her tongue dipping just inside 
mine, the tip sliding along my lips. I gasp as I feel 
her fingers undo the center buttons on my shirt.

"E-erin!" I gasp.

"Shhhhh," she smiles.

Her hand slips into my shirt and she strokes the top of 
my breasts over my brassiere. Her other hand has been 
sliding up and down my back. Now it tugs on the 
material of my shirt, pulling it out of my pants. It 
slides up my back and I tremble in fear as she undoes 
the catch on my bra.

"I-I... have to go," I whisper. "I don't... I don't 
want..."

"Shhhh," Erin says, pressing her lips against mine as 
her hand cups my bare breast.

She presses me back against the seat, her hand cupping 
my breast, fingers kneading it gently. I feel a hand 
between my legs then, cupping and squeezing hard. I 
squirm and my legs try to close around it. I know it's 
Carol's hand and I beg Erin mentally to push it away.

But she probably doesn't see it. My head is bent back 
and her lips are on mine. She's softly stroking my 
breast with one hand while the other strokes my back, 
running up and down my spine. She fingers my nipple, 
then rolls it between thumb and forefinger.

I feel hands at the catch of my pants, jerking them 
open, shoving the zipper down. I squirm even more as 
Carol shoves her hand down the front, going into my 
panties to squeeze my bare pussy.

Erin pulls back then, perhaps because of my squirming 
and shaking.

"Carol," she snaps. Carol jerks her hand out and glares 
at her.

"Don't be afraid of her," Erin says.

She kisses me again, her hand squeezing my breasts as 
her tongue pushes into my mouth. Her hand slides down 
my belly then and into my pants. I jerk in surprise and 
fear but again don't protest. She cups my pussy and 
rubs lightly up and down, pushing against my slit with 
her middle fingers.

They saw up and down my cunt cleft, rasping across my 
clitty.

I'm moist and hot, not with excitement, but with sweat 
and fear. There's no pain, but I'm terribly embarrassed 
as she fondles me and the other two women look on.

She, or somebody unbuttons my blouse, opening it wide. 
My head is pulled back so I don't know who it is, only 
that hands are cupping my breasts. It's Carol, I'm 
sure, because they're squeezing hard. Then I sense her 
movement and feel a mouth on my left breast, the tongue 
slurping against my nipple.

She closes her lips around it and sucks, her tongue 
stroking the little bud as her teeth nip at the flesh 
around it. I'm whimpering and trembling, but Erin coos 
and purrs and holds me tight in comfort. She has one 
hand in my pants and the other behind my head as she 
continues to kiss me with growing passion.

I feel hands on the sides of my pants then, tugging 
them down. They're not her hands, for I know where they 
are, and not Carol's hands because they're both on my 
bare breasts. I remember the other girl then, then 
unnamed crewcut girl with the angry eyes. I jerk my 
legs out and feel them hit something, a body beneath 
the table.

I know it's her. She tugs my pants down over my hips, 
ignoring my resistance. I try to grab them but both my 
arms are at my side, and the two women hemming me in 
are pressing against my sides and holding them in place 
by their own bodies.

My pants slip down my thighs, then down to my knees, 
then down to my ankles. I feel the woman's hands trying 
to pull them off and twist my legs around frantically 
to try and keep them. I'm practically naked in a public 
place and my mind is reeling with shock and 
embarrassment and fear.

I want to scream but don't want to attract any more 
attention. Also I'm afraid nobody will care in here, 
and that it will make Erin and Carol angry. Tears 
trickle down my cheeks as Erin chews and sucks on my 
exposed throat and Carol chews on my nipple.

The other girl jerks my pants off one ankle, then moves 
in between my legs, hands pushing my thighs apart. I 
whimper and beg softly, but they either don't hear in 
the noisy room, or more likely, don't care.

Erin is stroking my clitty with two fingers, but now 
the other girl's fingers pull my pussy lips open. I 
feel her breath on my sex, then her tongue touches me 
there. I jerk violently, but the others smile and 
chuckle.

Erin pulls my hand out and pushes it into her own 
pants, which are loose and open. She shoves my hand 
down the front and I feel her bare belly and groin. She 
has no pubic hair and I feel her sharply defined cunt 
cleft with my fingers. I try to pull my hand back but 
her own covers it, pressing it firmly against her 
groin.

"Touch me," she sighs into my ear.

She kisses me, her lips are all over mine, in fact. She 
sucks on my throat, then my ear, then my lips as her 
fingers pull my head back even further.

Carol is devouring my nipple, sucking voraciously as 
her tongue whips across it. She starts to bite now, 
nipping and gnawing at the soft flesh around my nipple 
and even at the nipple itself. She pinches my other 
nipple with her fingers and pulls it out from my body, 
straining my breast outward.

The other girl is lapping at my exposed pussy like a 
cat. She has pulled my pubic lips wide apart and her 
nose is grinding over my clitoris as she pushes her 
tongue into my fuck tunnel.

I give up struggling. I sit still, allowing them their 
way with me. Calm resignation grips me as their fingers 
and tongues and lips probe every inch of my body. The 
music pounds loudly but I can hear little gasps and 
cries from other booths and know we're not unique, that 
other women are making love, or whatever they call it, 
right there in the bar.

The girl between my legs pushes a finger up inside me, 
forcing it in to the knuckles. She pumps it in and out, 
then ads a second, then a third. I try to close my legs 
but Carol pulls one open and puts her own leg across 
it. Erin does the same. I feel betrayed by Erin, but 
she kisses softly and strokes my face reassuringly.

The girl between my legs is pumping her fingers in and 
out of my pussy, pushing them deep. I feel a fourth 
finger press up into me. She twists them around slowly, 
working them up inside me, forcing them through my taut 
cunt lips.

Carol rubs her cheek over my spit wet breast, across my 
hardened nipple. I'm surprised to suddenly realize it 
is hard, that both nipples are hard, my breasts 
swollen. She continues to squeeze and knead my 
mammaries as her tongue dances across my nipples, 
switching from one to the other rapidly.

The other girl's thumb presses into me and I gasp as I 
realize her intent. I struggle in earnest now, but the 
other two women hold me with ease as the third works 
her thumb up inside me. Her fingers are pressed tightly 
together, but the deeper they go the wider they are.

I feel my cunt lips stretching and stretching, aching 
and stinging as they're forced wide apart. The heel of 
her hand passes through them and I groan in shock and 
fear and humiliation as my pussy lips finally close 
just a little... on her wrist.

I'm dazed and stunned, bewildered by what is being done 
and my inability to stop it. I feel the girl's fingers 
wriggling around inside my cunt tube, making my guts 
cramp and flutter and spin. Her tongue slides onto my 
clitty and she licks it forcefully as her hand slowly 
moves deeper inside me.

I'm panting for breath, my chest rising and falling 
like a bellows. Erin is rubbing my hand up and down 
against her moist, drooling cunt crack while Carol is 
biting harder on my nipples.

Women are walking by the booth, some ignoring us, some 
gazing in with smiles or lust on their face. People are 
dancing further out, while others chat and drink at the 
bar. Women are coming in and leaving, going to the 
bathroom and returning, making phone calls.

The girl's fingers touch my cervix and I jerk 
violently, but they hold me. She strokes my cervix, 
then one by one, she pulls her fingers in, each one 
scratching against my cunt walls as she bends it back 
into her palm. She forms a fist inside my cunt, a 
thick, hard lump halfway up my cunt tunnel.

She twists it slowly around, first in one direction, 
then the other. Then she starts to slide it deeper.

I think I'm going mad. Maybe I am. I'm trembling and 
shaking and twitching as my sweat-coated body overheats 
from my pounding hear, racing blood, and the adrenaline 
pouring through my system.

The girl between my legs closes her lips around my clit 
and starts to suck hard. My clitoris feels huge and raw 
and terribly, terribly sensitive. She sucks, then 
blows, then hums, or buzzes, I don't know exactly, but 
my clitty vibrates in response.

My whole body is throbbing massively, like a gigantic 
drum beating repeatedly. My insides are turning over in 
circles, twisting and shaking and fluttering. My cunt 
is burning with pain, and... something else.

I feel the girl's arm sliding into me, moving between 
my taut pussy lips. Her knuckles touch my cervix then 
and as Erin lets go of my hair I look down and see that 
she has half her forearm buried inside me.

Then Carol seizes my hair and pulls it back. Her lips 
crush mine hungrily as Erin slides her mouth down onto 
my right nipple.

My body is starting to jerk uncontrollably, and I don't 
know why. I'm dazed and frightened and mortified and 
can't think straight.

The girl below the table sucks my clit hard, then 
slides her teeth around them and begins to nip lightly. 
I cry out, the sound absorbed by Carol's hungry mouth. 
My pussy feels unbearably full, the flesh of my cunt 
walls super tight, stretched to the absolute limit.

The fist grinds against my cervix and my head explodes. 
I heave violently, almost throwing them off. My head 
jerks and thrashes from side to side as I grunt 
repeatedly. I arch my back, pushing my breasts out into 
Erin's face as she bites down on one nipple and her 
fingers clamp down on both breasts.

The girl below the table grinds her knuckles harder as 
she sucks furiously on my clit. My cunt squeezes and 
spasms around her fist and arm as I come. I don't know 
I'm coming, don't know much of anything. The pressure 
of the orgasmic release rips through my mind and body 
and soul, leaving me stunned and gasping for breath.

It goes on and on and on, my body flaring with white 
hot heat, my flesh melting off my bones, my life 
essence flowing out in waves until there's nothing left 
but a husk.

But I'm still alive, though barely. There's movement 
all around me. Erin shifts back, pulling me over onto 
my side. Carol and the other woman pull on my legs and 
arms, turning me, lifting me up.

I'm on my knees on the seat, and Erin is laying back in 
front of me, legs spread. Her pants have gone and I'm 
staring at her glistening cunt crack as she pulls my 
face into it.

The other girl, the one who's name I still don't know, 
is behind me on the seat, her fist still deep inside 
me. My ass is raised and she strokes it with one hand 
as she pumps her fist very slowly in my pussy.

Erin pulls my face into her crotch, holding me by the 
hair. "Lick me," she demands, excited, breathing hard. 
I don't want to, but she twists my hair. I slide my 
tongue along her cleft, then lap at it as the other 
girl did to mine. She groans in pleasure. Encouraged, I 
lick harder, my fingers peeling her sex open so I can 
lick at the pink flesh.

I didn't know where Carol was at first, but then 
realized I was all but draped across her lap. She was 
sitting beneath me watching as I licked at Erin's slit. 
She reached in and cupped my breasts then, squeezing 
them as she watched me licking Erin.

I didn't care. I was numb now. I pushed my tongue 
deeper into Erin's slit, grunting as the girl behind me 
started to pump her fist harder, moving it up and down 
my pussy tube with growing speed. She bent and I felt 
her tongue pushing against my anus. A shock ran through 
my body but I didn't halt my pussy licking.

The girl pushed her tongue deeper, pumping her fist in 
my cunt while stroking my clit with her other hand.

I felt my mind twisting and bending and tumbling. Then 
I came again, grunting and whining as I humped back at 
her with desperate, mindless passion. Carol squeezed my 
breasts hard, repeatedly, while I slurped and sucked on 
Erin's slit.

I found her clit and sucked on it, buzzing and humming 
and blowing as the other girl had done to me.

Carol slapped my bare ass, then pushed the other girl's 
tongue away and pressed her finger against my anus. I 
whimpered as she slowly pushed it into me.

I licked harder at Erin's clit, desperate, crazed. She 
came, groaning and arching her back, mashing my face 
down into her as she humped up against me.

They changed positions, and it was Carol's slit I 
licked then, doing it with just as much furious energy 
as I'd shown Erin's.

After she came they lifted me and carried me into the 
center of the room. I was laid on my back on a table, 
my head falling over one end, my ass at the other. A 
woman stood over my face and pressed her bare pussy 
into my mouth. I sucked automatically.

Tongues danced over my own clit as fingers drove into 
my cunt and asshole and squeezed down on my naked 
breasts. Crotches pushed against mine, rubbing and 
grinding against my pussy. Other pussies dropped onto 
my breasts, and rubbed heavily back and forth on top of 
them, jerking off with my nipples.

Another cunt dropped onto my mouth, then another, then 
another, then another, an endless stream that kept 
grinding and humping and rubbing over my face and mouth 
until I couldn't move my tongue and my jaw was so sore 
I thought it was broken.

I was utterly exhausted, having cum a dozen times. Girl 
cum coated my face and hair and chest and crotch. I 
couldn't move and laid there in a half conscious 
stupor. My legs and arms were wide apart. It was the 
perfect scene of a totally fucked woman. What a rush!

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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