Unknown - All-girl orgy

I chuckled at that. What the hell did she think we did in here?

"No shit? Well, I think you'll find it different here. We really respect a person's privacy."

She smiled at me tremulously. "You've made me feel at home. Thank you."

"My pleasure, honey. Do you like to eat pussy?"

She turned white again. That girl could sure change colors fast. "I beg you pardon?" she stammered.

"I was just wondering if you wanted to get between my legs and eat out my cunt?"

She laughed a little, as though thinking maybe I was joking, but when I stayed serious she didn't know quite what to do. "Oh, no thank you," she finally said.

"That's okay," I told her. "I'm easy. Just thought I'd ask, that's all. I hope I didn't offend you."

"Oh, no, not at all."

The butch on my other side was splitting a gut. "Is that offer open to me?" she asked, moving her leg hard against mine.

"No."

"I bet I could do a better job of it."

"Virgins are more fun."

"That depends on whether you like novelty or experience."

"I like novelty. I have enough experience myself."

"I have a double dildo in my pocket."

Shit, so that's what it was. I was thinking she was carrying a gun.

"You always carry it around with you?"

"Never know when it might come in handy."

I turned to Miss Innocence. "The butch on my right has a double dildo in her pocket if you're interested."

"What's a double dildo?"

"Well, it's this little device shaped like two cocks, and you each stick one in your own pussy, and then you flick the switch and the earth moves."

"Are you putting me on?"

"Would I do a thing like that?"

I turned to the butch. "Take it out and show her."

She whipped it out of her pocket and put it on the bar. It immediately attracted a crowd.

"Hey, that's the latest model," one dyke was heard to say. "I've heard of that – five speed!"

Five speed? Hell, I could go for that. The most I had ever had was a three speed.

Modern technology is wonderful!

"Anyone want a demonstration?" asked the butch.

A line immediately formed at her rear.

"Want to dance?" I asked little Miss Sweetness.

"All right."

I got off the bar stool, took her hand, and led her back to the dance floor. I had timed it right as a slow song was just starting.

She tried to dance about a foot away from me, but I didn't put up with that shit for long.

I dragged her in close so that our tits were rubbing against each other, then began to rub my cunt against hers.

She began to breathe hard and I could feel her chest heaving. She was either scared or I was getting her hot. I preferred to think it was the latter.

"You got a nice pair of knockers," I whispered into her ear while at the same time teasing it with my tongue.

"Thank you."

"What size bra do you wear?"

"Me?"

"Yeah, you. You're the only one I'm dancing with, aren't you?"

"34C."

"Yeah, that's quite a mouthful. Want to show them to me?"

There was a long stunned silence.

"Never mind. You don't have to. Actually, I'd just as soon see your pussy, anyway."

"I wasn't expecting anything like this," she breathed.

"What were you expecting, honey? A sewing circle?"

"I just didn't think women would act like men. I find the way men act so disgusting but you say the very same things."

"Are you saying you find me disgusting?"

"No."

"That's what it sounded hike to me."

"You just surprise me, that's all."

"Well why the fuck did you dance with me?"

"I like dancing. I used to dance with my girlfriends in high school."

"Yeah, so did I."

That shut her up and I took the opportunity to grab one of her tits hard and pinch the nipple.

And it sure as hell responded, even though she gave a gasp of horror.

"Shut up, you love it," I told her in my most assertive tone.

"No, I hate it. I can't stand anyone to touch me there."

I kept on pinching her nipple and it was growing larger and larger.

"Honey, you know you love it. If you didn't, your nipple wouldn't become erect."

"It does that when it gets cold."

"Well, it's not cold in here."

I reached under her skirt with my other hand and moved it up her leg. When I reached her crotch I shoved aside her panties and moved in with my finger.

And the little sweetie's cunt was all nice and juicy. Lying bitch! She was as hot for me as I was for her!

"Oh, don't touch me there," she gasped. "I just hate it!"

"Sure you do, that's why your pussy juices are dripping all over my hand."

"Oh, you talk so crudely."

"And you fucking love it!"

I located her clit and began to rub it with my finger. This got her so excited so fast her pussy was spasming after about five strokes of the finger. I swear to God I think she was some kind of nympho!

She wasn't bitching anymore. She was moaning and crying out and shoving her pussy hard against my hand, trying to get me to do more. And her tit was practically revolving in my other hand.

In short, she was no fun at all. I had thought she'd be a challenge, but she was a piece of cake.

I pulled my finger out of her pussy, took my hand off her boob, and went back to the bar to watch the butch demonstrate her five speed dildoes.

I was on the edge of my seat as I watched them doing it. What a spectacle, I thought. I was sitting in the front row so that I could watch every drop of sweat, every rippling muscle, and could hear every grunt and moan.

I don't think my pussy had been quite as hot as that in ages and ages.

I was at an all-girl wrestling match. There were several bouts and each one seemed sexier than the last. They weren't particularly supposed to be for erotic entertainment, you understand. There were quite a number of hard-core wrestling fans in the audience and they were taking it all seriously, or relatively seriously. I don't think even the most die-hard fan didn't realize there was an element of the absurd in all of this grunting and posing and throwing each other around on the mat.

As for myself, I was simply enjoying the spectacle of two women, two big, brawny, beautiful women, grabbing and scratching and groaning at each other, wearing only the scantiest and tightest of outfits while they did it.

Of course, it would have been even better if they had been naked, but I couldn't ask for everything, I decided. That would be turning the whole thing from reality to fantasy, I decided. That was more than was possible in real life.

I watched now as one woman pinned the other. Her hands were sliding across the big, firm, meaty buttocks of the other lady wrestler. I could imagine what it would be like if they were both naked as this was happening. Yes, and those fingers would be sliding across bare meat, pink fleshy buttocks, gripping the crevice, grazing across the thick growth of pubic hairs and the flesh of the pussy.

I was jumping up and down hi my seat. It wasn't because I was excited by the match in the way that so many others in the audience were. No, it wasn't that at all. It was pure sexual excitement and arousal that was causing it.

My cunt was pouring juice, more and more of it all the time.

I wanted to drag my panties down and spread my legs and shove a few fingers inside that hot cunt – preferably the fingers of that gorgeous blonde Amazon who was currently giving a full-nelson hold to the opponent in the ring.

If only I could have had some sort of private, enclosed booth while I watched the match. Then I would have been able to masturbate while watching them wrestle. It would have been the ultimate fantasy, I think. Yes, just superb. Two big, beautiful women tussling like that, twisting and turning, scratching and pawing at each other as they moved all around, circling around and around, grabbing and clawing at each other.