The Accidental Newbies

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The Accidental Newbies, written by Pentaclit, narrated by Fleur Rathbone. Why are we here? Why, because it's fun! Amelia looked over at her friend, sceptically.

Robin had a habit of dragging her into these situations. Amelia never really got it. It was almost as if Robin found any interest that wasn't her own a cause for mockery.

Everything she did had to be done with an air of sarcasm. She wanted to go to a comic convention. She had to go and make fun of the other people there.

That was just the way she had been ever since Amelia had first met her when they were teenagers. So when the word got out that a new club had opened for people with alternative kinks, Robin had leapt the chance to visit. She had worn down Amelia's doubts and objections, convincing her it would be a laugh to see all those weirdos in leather and whatnot.

Amelia had her doubts, of course. Every other one of these visits had ended up with Robin in stitches and Amelia feeling a bit guilty. The two friends stood at the entrance, each with their own extreme feelings to the thought of entering.

I don't know, Amelia said, fiddling with her hair nervously. I've heard these kind of people don't mess around. Robin snorted derisively.

Please, they're just a bunch of perverts. They'll be so busy with their butt plugs and stuff they won't even pay attention to us. Amelia flushed.

She wasn't a fan of talking so openly about sex, not an attitude Robin shared. She, of course, found talking about it a good laugh, especially when it embarrassed her friend. Robin stepped through the dark doorway, motioning Amelia to join her.

With a sigh, she followed. The interior was dark. It took a second for Amelia to focus her view.

The long hallway was black with red lighting faintly illuminating her surroundings. If there were any doubt about what happened here, the atmosphere betrayed that instantly. Robin strolled up with great confidence to a lady standing behind a counter dressed in a black leather dress.

She looked up from filing her nails and at the two of them with the attitude of someone who was long into a long shift and not in the mood for any nonsense. Hello, Robin said brightly. We'd like to come in, please.

The disinterested lady reached under her counter and flopped down a clipboard with a thunk. Fill in the consent form of what you're into, she droned, going back to her nails. Robin looked over the forms impatiently.

Do we have to? The lady sighed. We need you to fill it in to ensure you are fully aware and consent to what this place is.

Amelia tried to peer over her friend's shoulder at the form. The list was long, a lot longer than she had thought it would be. Robin rolled her eyes annoyed.

Isn't there just a all box we can tick? The lady looked up at her, eyebrow raised. You're into it all? Robin smirked defiantly.

I love it all. The lady glanced over at Amelia, who shrank away, trying her best to avoid eye contact. Her too? Oh yeah, she looks shy, but you should see her in action.

She can take it all. Amelia flushed again, cursing her friend in her head. She knew she was doing this just to get this reaction from her, but she couldn't control herself.

The lady didn't look convinced, but shrugged anyway. Okay, if you insist, just sign the bottom. I'll make a note.

Wear these to show your consent. The lady held up two black badges with several red stripes on them. Robin grabbed the badges and scribbled her name down, took a step back and held up the pen and badge up to Amelia.

She hesitated. This all felt a bit too official just for a joke, even for Robin. The eager look on her friend's face, however, pushed her to continue.

She grabbed the pen and very shakily signed her name. As soon as she was done, Robin grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her down the dark hallway, the light of the outside world growing smaller and smaller. Amelia felt her stomach twist, her mind racing with what they might encounter in the darkness.

It wasn't long before the hallway filled with rows of doors. They were all closed, hiding what could be happening from view. Do we just.

.. Amelia looked to Robin uncertainly. Go in? Robin shrugged.

Without hesitation, she grabbed a door handle and pushed the door open. The silent hallway was filled with moans. It shocked Amelia at how sudden the explicit nature of this club was revealed.

Inside, there were five men. They were crowded around a single woman. Amelia turned white as she realized that three of the men were buried deep inside her.

All of them, at the same time. One was in her mouth, one was in her exposed pussy, and the other was behind her. The moaning was a mixture of the men and a garbled moan from the lady as she greedily devoured the cock in her mouth, saliva dribbling from her mouth and down onto her breasts.

The men didn't stop thrusting, despite the interruption. The fact that two strangers were watching them didn't seem to bother them. One looked up, smiling at the two friends.

The look on his face made Amelia shiver. Joining us? He moaned, breathlessly.

Amelia couldn't take it. She darted out of view, a wave of embarrassment shooting through her. Robin stood motionless.

Even she seemed to be lost for words. She quickly found her voice, though. Sorry, wrong room, sorry, sorry.

She stammered and slammed the door shut, joining Amelia back in the dark hallway. The two of them stood in silence for a few seconds, only their heavy breathing breaking the silence. Robin's sudden laugh made Amelia jump.

Oh my god, did you see that? She said, her voice filled with a mixture of shock and excitement. Yeah, I saw it.

Amelia snapped. Oh come on, it was hilarious. Robin nudged Amelia playfully.

Maybe we should have joined them. Shut up. Amelia let out a small laugh.

Now the shock was wearing off, she couldn't help but be swept up in her friend's joy. That faded when she saw Robin walk to the next door. Hand outreached.

Surely she didn't plan to go further. They had their laugh, it was time to go. Before she could object, the door swung open.

Amelia braced herself for the cacophony of moans, but none came. Curious, she peered into the open door. The difference in rooms was apparent.

This seemed to be a normal gathering of a few people. No one was naked, no one was being penetrated. People were just sitting, chatting and drinking.

If Amelia didn't know any better, she would think she was just in a normal party. Curiously, Robin walked in. Amelia quickly followed, not being keen to be left alone in this place.

Now she really looked. She could see a few people were wearing the same pretty revealing clothing. Nothing too extreme, however.

But it would have made her double take if she saw them in public for sure. Hello, nice to see new faces. Amelia spun round.

A lady was beaming at the two. Robin stepped up instantly, smiling back. Hey, nice to meet you.

Robin shook her hand. This is nice, no one fucking, which is a surprise. The lady laughed.

Well, we all need a break sometime. This is just a chill out room. It's a nice place to relax and meet people with similar interests.

It's a nice mixture of kinks with drinks. Speaking of, drink? Robin nodded eagerly, following the strange lady to the bar.

Amelia followed, her eyes darting around the room. She half expected to see someone chained to the wall or something extreme. All she saw were people drinking, talking and laughing.

She felt herself relax. She felt safe here. These people didn't seem like weirdos at all.

It seemed Robin was coming around as well. The two grabbed a drink and proceeded to chat to their new friend. Before they knew it, they were mingling with a group of strangers.

Listening to them exchange different stories. Things they had done, things they were interested in doing. And sometimes laughing over something non-kink related at all.

So, what about you? The smiling lady said, turning her attention to Amelia. Amelia felt her mouth go dry.

Me? Yeah, I noticed you're wearing an advance badge. You must have done quite a lot.

Amelia looked down at her badge, with red stripes. She should tell the truth. Should she tell the truth? They might be angry about the lie.

Then again, they seem so understanding. They'd probably just find it funny. Well, um, I.

.. She struggled to find the words. That is, um, we were here to.

.. We were curious. We? Another lady inquired.

Yes, me and. .. Amelia turned to motion to Robin.

The knot returned when she didn't see her. Panicked, she scanned the room. Maybe she was with a different group.

Nothing. Oh, your friend. I saw her leave a few minutes ago, the new lady said casually.

She had left? Why didn't she say anything? This was no place to wander off alone.

She needed to find her friend. Amelia took a few steps, and the room span. Stumbling, she felt the lady's hand grab her.

Holding her steady. Whoa, take it slow. You've had a few.

Amelia hadn't even noticed how much she had to drink. Now she thought about it. She couldn't deny the alcohol did flow pretty freely.

She turned to the lady who caught her. Thank you. As soon as Amelia focused on her face, she was struck with recognition.

She remembered those lips. She remembered them as they were wrapped around a stranger's cock. It took her a second to put the two faces together.

The normal lady standing in front of her, and the slut being gangbanged. But it was definitely her. A terrible thought entered Amelia's mind.

There was no way it could be true. Not Robin. Not her friend.

She wouldn't do that. With steps made sluggish with alcohol, she stumbled back to the hallway. The friendly sounds of the party disappeared, and she was once more in silence.

The silence made the thoughts of what she suspected more vibrant. Instantly, she located the door they had opened before. She reached out and turned the handle.

The door swung open, and that familiar moaning filled her ears. Only this time, there was a new sound intermingled with the others. Amelia knew what it was, but wouldn't believe it until she saw.

When the door opened fully, she believed. There was Robin. On her knees.

Topless. Her top was forgotten on the floor. Amelia saw her friend wrap her lips around her.

Her friend wrapped her lips around the large cock, which pushed its way mercilessly down her throat. Another man had his hands on her arms, pulling them back, holding her upright. Amelia heard the gurgling, the slurping, the bubbling of Robin as she sucked on the hardened cock like it was sustaining her.

It was surreal. Amelia struggled to wrap her mind around it. Robin? Amelia's voice was quiet and croaky.

She wasn't sure why she called out. Even less sure why she asked if she couldn't see her friend being throat-fucked right in front of her. Robin let the hard cock fall from her gaping mouth and turned towards Amelia, her eyes glassy and barely registering her.

She looked drunk, but more from pure lust rather than alcohol. She looked at Amelia, blankly, then obediently allowed the man to slide himself back into her waiting mouth. It felt like a dream.

Amelia almost floated closer, her legs walking while her mind was frozen. It was as if she'd felt she needed to get closer, and then it would turn out it wasn't really Robin. Another part of her wanted a better look.

Mesmerized by seeing her friend in such a blissful state drew her in. She was fairly aware of a pair of strong hands gripping her shoulders, and she was guided further into the room. Her eyes still on Robin.

She heard the distant voices around her. They seemed to be asking her a question. Her head nodded, not fully taking in what that meant.

When she felt the cool breeze across her chest, she realized her top had been pulled up, and the cloud that had filled her cleared in a second. Amelia looked down and saw her bud-like nipples exposed. They stood to attention, ready and willing despite Amelia's conflicting feelings.

Even as she felt her skirt lifted and panties pulled down around her ankles, she didn't fully comprehend where things were heading. What are you. ..

she muttered in a half-drunk haze. The combination of her light head and two men lifting her up on her feet made Amelia's world spin. She felt herself lowered down and then a pressure pressing against her tight ass.

Her eyes widened. Not there. She'd never done that.

There was no way that this was happening. As her virgin hole was forced open, the reality became all too real. Please.

.. she gasped. The breath was pushed from her and any other objection was lost.

The unseen invader pushed past, her asshole giving way, the feeling of being filled all too much for Amelia to bear. She could at least be thankful that her mystery man was taking his time, whether he could sense that it was her first. Amelia wasn't sure, but she felt his cock was slick already as it pressed into her, gliding in, lubing her as he went.

Amelia's legs were spread apart, her feet sticking in the air. Her attention now turned to how exposed she was. Her bare vagina was on full view for these strangers.

The thought was mortifying. She must look like a whore, spread open, ready to be taken. She glanced back at Robin.

She was moving faster, her cheeks bulging as her insatiable lust took over her totally. Amelia saw what a slut she was in that moment. Maybe she had always wanted this.

Maybe this was a secret fantasy of hers, and that's why they were here. Maybe Robin had always been a slut, and now she was becoming one too. Her lips were pressed apart.

Amelia spun her head back to see another man, cock in hand, splitting her pussy. She felt him fill her, her folds giving way gladly, her body turning against her as it yearned to be full. She could feel the stranger in her ass sliding in and out slowly, and now her pussy was getting the same treatment.

A part of her mind still objected. She wasn't this. She was a modest girl.

This couldn't be making her feel the thing she was. As she was impelled completely, the objections faded from her mind. Her body wanted pleasure, and she was now all too happy to let these men give it what it wanted.

She rolled her head back, becoming the slut just like her friend. She didn't get it for long, however. She was hoisted back onto her feet and guided by those strong hands.

She didn't question them, just obeyed. She was pushed down on her hands and knees. Through her blurry vision, she saw the exposed vagina before her.

She looked up. Robin, now with a fresh cock in her mouth and dribbles of cum down her breasts, was completely naked. Amelia knew what she was expected to do.

She would have been horrified by this at the start of the day. That girl was gone now. She was replaced by a new, needy whore.

She crawled towards the new treat she was being given, and lent in, tongue extended. When her tongue made contact, she could sense Robin Flinch. She hadn't been expecting it.

This didn't stop Amelia, as she gladly pressed her tongue between her friend's moist lips. She savoured the taste on her tongue. Never had she tasted a lady's arousal before, and she realised she'd been missing out.

She probed her tongue deeper, teasing Robin's bulb from its hiding place. Amelia wanted her friend to come. Robin moaned in pleasure around the cock, a fresh line of drool mixed with cum dribbling from the corner of her mouth.

The familiar and welcome sensation of one man pushing aside Amelia's ass returned, and she pushed back into it. She knew what she must look like. On all fours, tongue probing her friend, a stranger's dick sliding inside her virgin ass.

She knew what she must look like, because she had seen that lady being used as well, and the shock she felt when she witnessed it. Now she was that lady. She wanted to try it all.

She wanted to feel the forbidden pleasure she had hidden from all this time. Robin clenched around Amelia, and a fresh gush of liquid lust spread across Amelia's face. She lapped it up, feeling her friend's shuddering orgasm as she prolonged her agony.

When the unseen man thrust deep and she felt the warm, welcome cum pumping inside her hole, she couldn't hold back her own orgasm. She moaned and thrust back to take him all. She could feel herself filling, taking what he had to give her, the mixture of tasting her friend's cum on her tongue and feeling the stranger's cum in her ass.

She knew there was no going back to normality. She wanted this every day. After today, the two friends would no longer visit the club in order to make fun of these weirdos.

They were one of them. This is where they belonged. Amelia and Robin, the two sluts, were home.