Brandi was a very attractive 19-year-old college student. 5’7”, 125 lbs, A firm 34-C, 24,34 figure and pretty face. She had long, light brown hair, which had been everything from blond to red throughout high school. She was a real looker who turned the heads of the guys on campus. The only problem for the guys is that Brandi was a lesbian and had no use for men whatsoever. She had discovered her preference early on in Junior High school and never experimented with boys to make sure of her feelings.
Oh sure, there was the occasional hand job that she would give in order to satisfy some guys into believing that she was straight. And once she had attempted a blowjob. But Brandi detested male genitalia and spent most of her time admiring her female classmates in the locker room. By her senior year she had allowed her preference to be openly known. And now that she was in college she found plenty of other lesbians to share her lifestyle with. So the men who admired her beauty were left with only their fantasies for Brandi would never allow one of them the opportunity to share her sexy body. Her pussy was reserved for the tongues of her female lovers alone. And any man who tried to hit on her was spurned, sometimes rather embarrassingly.
To the men who frequented the Loaded Dice Bar Brandi was often the topic of conversation. Harold, a 24-year-old dry wall hanger had not only been shot down by Brandi after making a move for her. But he had also lost a girl friend that ended up falling for Brandi and leaving him. Charlie had a cousin who had “turned dyke” as he put it and he had no love lost for Brandi or those like her.
One warm spring night Brandi and her newest girlfriend, Becca, entered the Loaded Dice and sat down at the end of the bar. Becca was a local girl who had just graduated high school. She was the daughter of one of the county’s foremost religious leaders who had turned against her father’s rigid upbringing during high school and had a reputation for being a slut. She had an average face and slightly messed up teeth. But her 38-DD, 26-36 body was something to behold. Now it was becoming apparent that Becca was bi. To Harold, Charlie and several other guys in the bar (many of whom had sampled Becca’s charms over the years) seeing her turned against them by Brandi was yet another reason for them to hate her.
As the night went on and the beer flowed (Yes, even the two girls drank. Roger the barkeep was never a stickler for ID’s) Harold and Charlie continued commenting on the two lesbians at the bar. Soon their anger was riling their buddies into contemplating taking action to teach Brandi a lesson. A few quick words and a few bucks to Roger got the two girls a fresh refill, complete with something extra in their drink. Brandi noticed something wrong pretty quickly, but was unable to react. She saw Becca slump forward on the bar and heard some crude comments but was unable to stand. She felt Roger’s arms around her helping her back to the barstool then everything went black.
Brandi didn’t know what was going on when she awoke. The bar had cleared out except for Roger, Harold, Charlie and about eight other men. She realized that she was lying naked on a table with Becca by her side. Momentary panic subsided when she realized that she had not been raped. The thought of one or more of these men violating her was more than she could stand.
“What the fuck is going on here?” She demanded, sitting up and shaking her head clear.
“We’re gonna teach you a lesson, bitch.” Harold replied.
One of the guys moved by the table and began fondling Becca’s large breast.
“Wake her.” Harold ordered. Someone poured a mug of beer into her face startling Becca into conciseness. “Wh-what?” She mumbled as she came too, her eyes widening at the site of the men around her and Brandi. She slapped at the hand groping her tit but it didn’t go away.
“What do you want from us?” Brandi asked, trying to sound brave.
“Just a show.” Harold said. “We’d like to watch the two of you get it on.”
With that several of the guys began cheering and urging the two girls to perform for them. Becca looked shocked but Brandi just sat there looking at the men.
“So, if we do each other for you then you’ll let us go?” She asked.
“You got it.” Harold replied.
“And what if we refuse?”
“Then we’ll just have to make you anyway.”
More cheers and laughter followed.
“Let us go!” Becca screamed. She was no stranger to group action, but had no desire to perform a lesbian show for a bar full of drunks either.
“Oh fuck it,” Brandi said. Eyeing Becca’s body herself with growing lust. “Let’s just do it, Becca." We’ll show these guys why we don’t need them.”
Becca went rigid as Brandi dropped between her legs and began lapping at her cunt. But the motions of Brandi’s well-trained tongue soon brought her juices flowing. The guys cheered them on as Brandi continued to work her way around Becca’s swollen petals and over her erect clit. Becca began moaning with delight and lay back on the table, raising her hips to meet Brandi’s mouth. Hands began fondling her breast, squeezing her enlarged nipples. Then Becca felt a hard cock in her face. She opened her mouth and willingly accepted it. Soon she couldn’t control herself. Brandi was bringing her to a welcomed orgasm. She cried out with joy as Brandi’s tongue began flicking across her clit faster and faster. Her pussy exploded, covering Brandi’s cheeks with her hot juice as she attempted to lick and swallow every drop.
Brandi’s cunt was wet and ready for Becca. But when she lifted her head she saw Becca eagerly sucking on Roger’s cock. She looked around and saw that every man in the place was stripped down and standing there around the table with their cocks protruding in her direction.
“Oh shit.” She said.
Roger pulled out of Becca’s mouth and came around the table. “Your turn.” He said.
“Fuck you!” Brandi cried out. She looked to Becca for help but saw that she was already eagerly sucking on someone else’s cock. Roger grabbed her head and shoved her face closer to his cock. “Suck me, you dyke bitch!” He ordered.
Brandi felt hands grab her and hold her. Other hands began groping her tits and stroking her wet pussy. She tried to hold back but Roger pulled her head closer. She reluctantly opened her mouth and took his cock between her lips. He held her head and began fucking her mouth. Forcing his cock into the back of her mouth, ramming the head into her throat. Brandi fought to keep from gagging as he continued to slide in and out of her mouth. He let loose a cry of delight as his cock exploded in her mouth. She felt the first blast of warm salty fluid splatter into her throat. Brandi choked on her first taste of cum. It was followed by blast after blast. She was forced to swallow or choke. She fought back tears as she unwillingly satisfied the man in her throat. When he pulled out she slumped onto the table afraid of what was going to happen next.