It was just something I discovered. I found myself looking at girls and not boys. I would try to catch a glimpse up a skirt or down a blouse. By the e...d of the year I was convinced my liking girls was not just a phase and wanted to do more than just look at them. The problem was I didn't know how to meet other girls who liked girls. I thought I was the only one at school. Socially I wasn't prepared for knowing if a girl was into girls or how to make contact. All my mom ever told me about dating. "Get on with it bitch. Remove your clothes now." Her hand firmly smacked my big ass cheek. I whimpered. "You want this. You need it don't you Slut." I nodded. And with that I unbuttoned my blouse slowly removing my long arms from each sleeve. I could feel her eyes taking in my stubby nipples poking my cheap bra. I undid the clasp and let it fall to the floor. I unzipped my skirt and wiggled my hips as pushed it down my hips bent over as it went down my toned thighs. It fell to the floor. My. We selected a booth with a curved bench seat in the back of the bar away from the crowd. Kristen wore a low cut, sleeveless, white silk blouse with an above the knee black skirt. The blouse clung to her breasts and it was apparent even in the dim light that she wore no bra. I was hoping to peek into her blouse, but I realized that wasn’t going to be easy. Even with an extra button undone, I realized I was sitting on the wrong side of her to get a good look. I was about to get up and switch. But this time I got tied to what I would learn later on that it was called a pummel horse. Wrists tied on two of the legs of this contraption and ankles tied to the other two legs. Leaving my ass exposed for easy penetration. Gabby put a good part of lube and she went in . . . . then Nancy came around to my front and her strapon went into my mouth. Now I was generously fucked. Blindfolded and being fucked by my two lovers. This is the part I love the most. When I am fucked by my two.