Summer Surprise Pt. 10

Karl got out of the car and walked Rosilyn back, opening the door for her. She was wearing a short dress for dancing with a top made of two triangles of cloth which went over her breasts and tied behind her neck. It had a deep neckline, going to her belly button and she was aware of her breasts swaying under the soft cloth as she walked. In the car, Karl introduced Matt and his date, Barbara. Karl got in the car and turned towards Roz. "You're not wearing a bra or panties, are you?"

"No."

"Show me."

She glanced at the back where the two strangers were, wondering what they'd think, but lifted the hem of her dress until Karl could see her bare pussy.

"Breasts too."

"There's no way I can have a bra under this dress," Rosilyn protested.

"Show me, then we'll all know that's true."

She pulled the material out to the side and exposed her breasts, her nipples aching they were so hard when she exposed them to everyone.

Karl handed Rosilyn the recharged Lush vibrator. "Slide this in your cunt for me."

She blushed again because of Matt and Barbara. She was already accustomed to Marty and Yolanda seeing her do all this depraved stuff and barely thought of them when she pushed the vibrator inside of her liquid pussy.

"Good girl," Karl said. "Yolanda, are you wearing yours?"

"Damn straight."

"Let's party then."

They went to the Starlite Lounge which had live music that night, a jazzy pop group, and served food ordered from Buzzard Billy's downstairs. They got a table for six and immediately ordered some nachos and sandwiches and some of the martinis the Starlite specialized in. Karl told the waitress to bring the sandwiches thirty minutes after she delivered the nachos. Karl also turned on Rosilyn's vibrator and Rosilyn was on the precipice shortly after.

Karl got up and and gave Rosilyn his hand, drawing her up and then danced with her and she orgasmed for the first time. She felt his hard cock rubbing against her as they danced and hoped she'd get to feel it inside of her later. Karl would kiss her as they danced, soft, warm, wonderful kisses, so tender.

Their nachos arrived during their second dance, so they returned to the table to eat, when four women came in and sat a couple tables away. Pretty soon, two of the women were kissing each other while the other two got up to dance together to a slow song. They danced close and there was a lot of erotic touching, not unlike how Karl had danced with her.

"Look at those fucking dykes," Karl said. "I swear you can't go a hundred feet in this town without running into another fucking lesbian. Half the dykes in the country must live in La Crosse."

"Those are the two I had trouble with in the ladies room I told you about," Rosilyn said.

"Which two?" Karl asked.

"The two kissing at the table."

"Really, those bitches?"

"Yeah, the taller one gets led all over campus on a leash by the shorter one. I heard her cumming in the bathroom stall and called them out on it. That's when the tall one got snotty and threw my lipstick in the john."

"Yeah, I heard about that. Fucking crazy. She looks like she's cumming again, kind of like you."

Karl was right; Rosilyn was climaxing for the second time, slow music or not. Rosilyn was squeezing her thighs together enjoying the sensations, no matter who knew she was cumming. Yolanda looked like she was enjoying herself too. Her eyes were closed and she was leaning back in her chair.

"I'm going to go over there and give them a piece of my mind. Tell them to get a fucking motel room or at least leave so decent folks can have some fun."

Karl got up and walked over to the other table. Rosilyn couldn't hear what he said, but he was gesturing wildly and pointing to the exit. They said something to him which she couldn't hear either, but he was suddenly pointing at their table. The two women nodded and Karl looked at Rosilyn like he couldn't believe his eyes. He came back and took a seat.

"Are they going to leave?" Rosilyn asked.

"No. They told me if I was so upset with lesbians, why was I going out with a lesbian. I told them they couldn't possibly be right. You hated dykes as much as I did. They said you'd been having sex with a known lesbian for several days. So tell me, Rosilyn; were you lying to me? Are you a fucking dyke just like they are?"

"Of course not. I've never had sex with a woman. The very thought of it makes me ill."

"If you're lying to me, you will lick both their cunts to an orgasm. Do you understand what I'm telling you? You'll crawl under the table and lick them like the fucking dyke you are if you're lying."

"I swear. I'm not lying. If I am, I will lick their cunts, but how will they ever prove it; find pictures of me having sex with another woman? No fucking way."

"Marty, those two dykes said you had proof Roz was fucking a dyke. Is that true?"

"It's true," Marty said, "much to my dismay, because I'm about to lose a bet with you."

"Let's see them."

Marty pulled out his phone and showed them both the first picture. "This is Roz getting finger fucked in the restaurant on Wednesday." He flipped to another picture. "This is Roz getting finger fucked at the concert last night." Another picture. "The light isn't great on this one because the room was pretty dark, but you can see someone is getting their cunt licked and it sure looks like it was Ethel's house." Sliding to another picture. "Here is the same dimly lit person getting fucked with a strap-on, and you can see the strap-on really good in this next picture. See how much cum is on it. Looks practically white." Rosilyn looked at a picture of Karl in the well lit hall with a big strap-on hanging from obviously feminine hips. "In this next picture, we see Roz getting her boobs and pussy rubbed. Looks like a lot of damn sex to me." It was the picture from breakfast this morning.

Rosilyn looked at Karl and 'he' started pulling off his mustache, his beard, pulled something out of his mouth that made his cheeks fuller. "Looks like you have been fucking a dyke the last few days you lesbian slut. I think you have two cunts to lick. Three really, because I expect you to lick me as well as I licked you last night."

"But you were a guy?"

"No, I was a girl. You only thought I was a guy and you had the best fucking sex of your life. Don't even try to deny it. Marty and Yolanda heard you scream when you climaxed last night. Hell, they probably heard you at the main house."

"Why should I have to pay up if I thought I was fucking a man. You tricked me. It's not like I realized I was fucking a woman."

"You're absolutely right. I did. I fooled you. And the only reason you fucked a woman is because you thought you were fucking a man. Dianne, come here. Everyone, come here."

The people at the other table came over and sat down with them after pulling a few chairs over with them.

"This is my friend, lover and slave, Dianne, who you openly insulted last Monday, along with another friend, Fiona, who you also insulted by calling them dykes, even though you've also had sex with a woman multiple times, so you can be labeled a dyke as well. This is my other lover, Matt, who is also Dianne's boyfriend and soon to be fiancé, so he was also offended for your insults to the person he intends to marry. Barbara and Erin are lovers, who you must also think are perverts for having sex with each other, so you've insulted them by proxy. This is another friend, Sophia, who has had sex with both men and women, so you insulted her. About the only person you haven't insulted is Marty and Yolanda, although she had sex with a woman once to see what it was like, so even though she isn't a dyke, as you call it, you've insulted their friends.

"Now, I could make you lick those two cunts in recompense for your insults by telling you we've got photos of you having sex with a woman and we can splash them all over social media and show your lesbian hating friends what a hypocrite you are. Not only did you enjoy sex from a woman, you were an overall slut and we can show everyone that as well, probably ruin the rest of your life. I won't do that. All those pictures are going to be deleted, including the texted ones you emailed me on Thursday showing me your bare cunt and the masturbation scene sent to Chloe, not Karl, Hamilton.

"What I want you to think about instead, is how much you enjoyed the sex. It was unlikely you would have ever had sex with a woman because of your sick, hateful attitude towards everyone who chooses to love someone different than you would love. The same hate which I've lived with for three years because I am a lesbian, and which killed my fiancée, Monica Franklin. But now you've had sex with a woman, whether you knew it or not, and it didn't kill you. You didn't burn and become a pile of ash. You enjoyed it. You loved the things I did to you, what I did for you. You loved the sex. You loved the way I made you cum. That's the reason you're going to lick those two cunts now; because you want it to continue. You don't want to give it up and go back to your boring little life with your boring prejudiced friends. You want to expand your horizons and see where it takes you. Because whether I'm Karl or whether I'm Chloe, you want to obey me, and after you lick those three cunts, I'm going to turn Dianne loose on you and she'll make you scream so hard all of La Crosse might hear you. That's what you want now, isn't it, my good little girl?"

They all looked at Rosilyn, wondering what she'd say, what she'd do. Marty was hoping she'd refuse. Chloe had given her an out. She wasn't going to blackmail Rosilyn into doing it. Roz could get up and walk out of here right now and never look back. Rosilyn stood up and looked Chloe in the eye.

"Who do I lick first and can you at least put a few bodies between me and the rest of the people here so there's a hope no one will see me?"

"You don't really want that, Roz. You want the danger, the thrill of being caught. It excites you. Don't fool yourself. However, my good friend Marty will be licking Yolanda's cunt right beside you. Maybe he'll attract enough attention they won't notice you. Start with Dianne. She's not wearing panties either. She'll be easy for you as she's ready to cum. You won't have to work for your first one."

It was true, Dianne also had on one of the Lushes in music mode and she'd already cum twice and was probably close again, which also meant she was very juicy right now. This little section of the Starlite was darker than other parts of the lounge which is why Chloe chose it. There were enough feet on the floor it would be difficult to see through the forest of legs. Dianne slid forward on her chair and spread her legs. Rosilyn got on her knees and moved between them and Dianne soon felt the tentative touch of her tongue, questing lightly on her folds, becoming bolder and pushing between her lips, flat tongue lapping up over her clit. As soon as it touched, Dianne climaxed moaning.

Yolanda was seated on the opposite side of the table and undergoing an orgasm as well, also with a Lush inside her. Since Marty was under the table already and it hadn't taken any time at all, he continued his work to give his fiancée a second one.

Rosilyn moved over to Fiona. Fiona wasn't wearing a Lush and was wearing underwear, though she quickly dropped them to her ankles in order for Roz to perform her duties. Fiona held Rosilyn's head as she licked her fragrant folds, directing her mouth where she wanted it to go next. Rosilyn heard the waitress bring their sandwiches and set them on the table. She heard someone say, "There's a hundred dollars in it for you if you don't say anything to the management," and knew her depraved act was being witnessed by some new stranger. It sent another flare of exhilaration through her and along with the Lush throbbing inside her in time with the music, orgasmed herself. She had to work much harder on Fiona to make her cum, but when she did, Rosilyn knew it was all her who'd done it, make another woman orgasm with her tongue alone and felt proud to do so.

That only left Karl, or Chloe as she'd need to learn to call her. She moved to Chloe and she had pants on, not a skirt to go beneath. When Rosilyn unzipped the pants, she found she was wearing the strap-on Chloe had worn before. She looked up at Karl/Chloe who said, "Ride it, Slut. You can lick me later."

Chloe removed the Lush inside of her, then Rosilyn mounted the spongy phallus springing from her pants and rode it up and down, fucking herself. As she bounced, Chloe kissed her, those soft marvelous kisses which Rosilyn enjoyed so much while Chloe ran her thumbs over her taut nipples while weighing her breasts in those small hands. How had she not realized it was a woman before now. Small hands, almost feminine features. Was the beard, mustache and deeper voice all she'd needed to convince her she was with a man? Rosilyn orgasmed a couple more times before Chloe told her to get off. Chloe put the Lush back inside Rosilyn's pussy, took a napkin and wiped Rosilyn's face of Dianne's and Fiona's cum, then kissed her.

"If you choose, I'll bring you home tonight and you never need see me again. I'll change into a dress, come back and you can lick me, then Dianne will lick you and it will all be over for you. Alternatively, you may come to Sophia's house with Matt, Fiona, Dianne and me. You can spend the night with Dianne and me and we'll show you how we can give you great pleasure and teaching you to give us great pleasure in return. In the morning, Matt will fuck you so you can see you still enjoy a real cock fucking you. The choice is yours."

There was no choice for Rosilyn. She wanted more. "I'll come with you tonight."

"I thought you would. Eat your sandwich and dance with anyone who wants to dance with you." Chloe kissed her again and Rosilyn's lips parted to let Chloe's tongue in.

Rosilyn ate, and danced with the others, both men and women, feeling the cocks of the men pressed against her, and the breasts of the women. And she climaxed, not alone, Dianne and Yolanda cumming frequently too. She could feel the juices from her orgasms running down her legs. When they were dancing, Dianne and Roz climaxed together, clinging to each other as the orgasmic waves flowed through their bodies. The last person she danced with before leaving was Chloe, and she felt the strap-on against her as she danced and knew it would be in her later that night. Not the cock she imagined the first time she danced with Chloe tonight, but it would feel good and she'd cum some more.

At eleven, after all the Lushes had died and been removed, the party broke up. When Rosilyn saw Chloe hand the keys to Sophia, thanking her for using her car, Rosilyn realized it wasn't Chloe's vehicle. Sophia left, taking Marty and Yolanda home. Erin and Barbara left together.

"Aren't you rich? Isn't that your car?"

"No, I'm a poor student. I don't have much money at all. By the way, Ethel isn't my aunt. Georgina is Matt's mother, and Ethel and Georgina are a couple."

"Why did you do all this?"

"Because a maniac who hated gays killed my fiancée. Then you insulted my friends because you thought they're gay, like being lesbian is some kind of disease and they're the carrier. We're not. We're normal people who love our own gender, or in Dianne's case, she can enjoy both genders. I often think people so rabidly anti-gay are afraid of their own feelings. If there weren't other gays, you wouldn't have to worry you'd be attracted to someone of your own gender. In suppressing your own feelings, you have to hate the ones who make you feel those things. Maybe I just had to show you everyone is capable of loving anyone else and we're not ogres if we do."

"So everything was a lie?"

"The way you felt, was not a lie. Those were real emotions. They just weren't for the person you thought they were for, but the emotions are real."

"Do you care for me at all?"

"No less than Karl did. Karl is not nice. You thought Karl had money, which might have colored your perception of him, but he was a bastard. I would treat you better than Karl. Come along now."

They left the club and went to Sophia's house, Sophia having given Matt a key. Dianne immediately stripped up entering the house. Fiona undressed as well, expecting more sex to occur soon. Chloe took off her man clothes and released her breasts from the wrappings which had squished them against her chest. She removed the strap-on she was wearing, and told Rosilyn to undress. Rosilyn obeyed.

"Is this what you fucked me with last night?" Rosilyn asked, looking at the strap-on.

"Yes, with a condom on it."

"Are you going to fuck me with it some more?"

"Yes, after you've licked my cunt." Chloe sat down on a big leather chair and put her hips at the edge of the seat. "On your knees now, and show some appreciation for the sex I've given you."

Matt sat on the couch between Dianne and Fiona. He fondled the two women while kissing both of them. Dianne released his cock from his pants and she and Fiona were stroking it lightly.

Rosilyn knelt in front of Chloe. "I won't be as good as you were."

"I don't care about that. I just want to cum all over your face with your tongue buried in my twat."

With Chloe giving both encouragement and instruction, Rosilyn began licking Chloe's cunt. When Chloe liked something, she told Roz to continue doing it, and got her to do something else if she didn't. Chloe encouraged Rosilyn to pause occasionally and let the pressure to orgasm die, before starting in again.

Fiona and Dianne were taking turns sucking on Matt's cock, Dianne pointing out how to be a better cock sucker. They were taking their time on Matt, being in no particular hurry given Chloe was extending her own pleasure.

"Do you want to swallow Matt's cum, Fiona?" Dianne asked as she recognized Matt was getting close.

"What's it taste like?" Fiona asked.

"Warm, salty, a little slimy, like an oyster feels when you swallow it. It's not champagne by any means, but it's not horrible. I think a woman's cum is a little tastier, but it all boils down to personal preference."

"I'll try it," she said.

"Matt is close, so I'll let you finish him off."

Sophia entered the house and seeing all but Matt naked, removed her own clothes. She began leaning over the couch and kissing Matt.

"I want you to suck on my clit, Roz, and flick your tongue on it," Chloe told Rosilyn. "When I start to cum, I want you to shove your tongue inside of me as deep as you can."

Rosilyn obeyed and within half a minute, Chloe started to orgasm. As soon as she was well into it, she pushed Rosilyn's face down her slit so she could tongue her hole. Matt was cumming too, thick ropes of cum squirting inside Fiona's mouth, Dianne licking up anything which Fiona had trouble swallowing.

When Chloe's orgasm ebbed, she said, "Matt, can you be satisfied with Sophia and Fiona while I take my slave and show Rosilyn how to become a better rug muncher? Tomorrow morning, you and Dianne can switch and you can fuck Rosilyn's slutty cunt while Dianne takes care of our hostess and Fiona."

"I have no problem with that," Matt said, pulling Fiona off the couch. "Come along ladies. Let's retire to Sophia's lovely king sized bed."

Chloe led the other two to the guest room. It only had a queen, but it was plenty for them. Dianne gave Rosilyn a screaming orgasm, then she and Roz sixty-nined as Chloe fucked Rosilyn with the strap on. Before she went to sleep, Rosilyn realized she'd had the two best nights of sex she'd ever had and knew she could no longer call herself a heterosexual. She'd become what she'd said she hated. The thought of sex with a woman no longer making her feel ill, but aroused instead.

******

The following morning, after Matt and Dianne switched places, Matt fucked her while Chloe rode her face. In the process, Rosilyn realized she still enjoyed sex with men, so she wasn't really a lesbian either.