We were in Seattle to fuck shit up. That's it. To protest. To yell and scream and kick and to do something, anything, to get the power back to the people. Fuck the WTO. Marching in the streets, breaking the chains, that's what it was all about. Workers of the world uniting and kicking everyone else's ass. We didn't expect to be shot at. We didn't expect to be gassed. But we raised our fingers and stood off the authorities and held our ground. We did a little more, too.
We were all there: me and Megan, Sally, Diane and Paula. We'd come up from San Francisco in some kind of militant communist dyke caravan to stay with Diane's friend Tracy. We wanted to join in and give hell to the goddamn WTO and their predatory policies. Kill the corporations and smash Starbucks. Fuck shit up, that's what it's all about.
The first night was pretty peaceful. We weren't in the thick of it, but we heard the stories, saw the reports that tried to cover it up. We knew that heavy shit was going down. The National Guard was called out, they were shooting rubber bullets and tear gas at us, the anarchists were taking over buildings. It was fucking horrible and wonderful at the same time. But the second night was different. We were right there in the shit. We were trying to march peacefully, but we weren't going to give our ground. So the Guard and the cops, they came at us. They were swinging nightstick left and right, trying to hit anything they could. But we fought them right back; they hit us, we hit back. But when the rocks and the bottles and the tear gas started flying, everyone panicked. We did everything to get away.
Finally we met back at Tracy's place. It was some god-awful hour in the early morning, and we all stank of sweat and gas. We hit the showers, trying to clean the grime from our bodies.
I was second in the shower, and was happy to feel the warm water against my body. I washed by short hair thoroughly, wanting to get the stink out. I bathed quickly; there were a lot of other girls who wanted some hot water. So I got out quickly, wrapped a towel around my body, and went into the bedroom where Dawn was getting dressed. I sat down on the bed, tossed the towel over my head and began drying my hair.
I was surprised when I felt a pair of lips on my tits. I opened my eyes and say Diane greedily sucking on my nipples. Then she reached down and started massaging my slit with the palm of her hand. Diane told me that just being involved with the protests made her fucking horny. We'd done it before, and I'm not going to complain when there's a mouth on my clit, so I just smiled and ran my hands through her short wet hair.
Paula came into the room fresh from her shower. I think she was taken aback when she saw Diane giving me head. We weren't being shy about it. But when she dropped her towel to the floor and got up on the bed behind me, I figured she didn't mind. As Diane licked at my puss, Paula reached around and grabbed my tits
Diane stood up in front of me, and I reached between her legs. Her slit was so incredibly wet that I just slid one finger, then another, inside her. I bit at her hard nipples as Paula reached around my waist and began rubbing her fingers across my clit.
I moved my cunt against Paula's hand and sucked Diane's tits. I wasn't paying much attention to anything else, so I didn't notice when the other girls came into the room. But seeing the three of use working to get each other off, with the excitement of the night before, resulted in an all-out dyke orgy.
I heard Megan yelling at someone, telling them to eat her. I was playing with myself when Tracy pulled open my cunt lips. I moaned as she plunged her long tongue right into my muff. She first licked down at the hole, but when she hit my clit with that tongue of hers, I about died. Finally I climaxed, coating Tracy's face with my woman's cum.
I'd never fucked Tracy before, so I urged her onto her back. Diane started kissing Tracy's face and neck as I planted myself right between her thighs. I suck her flowing juice and slipped a finger inside of her. As I finger-fucked Tracy, I felt a head nestle between my legs. I stopped sucking Tracy's cunt to look behind me and saw Megan trying to get at my pussy with her tongue. I moved onto my side, raising my leg and giving Megan free access to my muffbox. She did the same to Paula behind her, who was furiously lapping and fingering Megan's pussy.
Diane moved and knelt over Tracy's head. She rocked her hips back and forth and squeezed her tiny little tits. I stopped watching the other girls and returned to suck at Tracy's greedy hole. She finally came with a loud moan and shudder. Diane came quickly afterwards, and both girls collapsed on the floor. So I turned to look at Megan between my legs. I moved and crawled on top of her, positioning us into a 69. I lowered my head to kiss Megan's cunt as she lapped up my woman juices. From out of nowhere, Sally appeared, sticking her finger in Megan's twat. I alternated kissing her hand and Megan's clit as we rocked on towards orgasm. I felt my own cunt being parted and glanced behind me quickly to see Paula finger-fucking me doggie-style. God it was fucking awesome.
Megan and I were grinding our cunts to climax, and it wasn't long before we reached orgasm. It was sweet and hard, and I felt drained. I rolled off Megan's body and sat on the floor, exhausted.
Everyone else looked just about as tired as I felt, and we all got into bed. We'd come to Seattle to fuck shit up, but instead had only really fucked ourselves silly. Didn't matter too much. The WTO still won, but at least we had a great time.
