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Copyright 2005 LWS Online Publishing, Seattle Wa. reposted with permission

Story Codes: F/F, Lesbian, Outting, Reluctant?

Originally Posted to LezWeb Ezine March 2005
Copyright 2005 Rachael Ross all rights reserved.
Lesbian Rape Stories

by Lisa Oquias

#23 - Outting Lisa

My name is Lisa and I was in college when it happened the first time and honestly, it caused such...turmoil...in my life I didn't even think it could happen again. But that just shows how funny life can be.

I'm 5'2", very attractive and slender, with nice sized breasts, and a well rounded ass. I have black hair, long and wavy and thick, brown eyes and a great smile. I'm half-Columbian, so I look vaguely Mestizo, but I'm more Spanish really. I take good care of myself and appreciate the looks I get from people around me. I'm 24 now, but I'll tell you about when I was just a 20 year old sophomore.

I was straight as arrow back then. I'm talking sexually, of course, but I wasn't a prude or anything. I liked sex with guys, and I knew girls who were bi, or gay, and even had a few friends like that. But we weren't close, I admit, and I had no interest in their occasional offers to make me feel really good. I always turned them down politely, with a smile and a good natured laugh. So it was okay, you know?

I was living in the dorm, of course, as all sophomores had to. You couldn't live off-campus until your third year. My roommates, I had two, were both straight, as were all of the other girls on our floor, I think. Some of them were cool, but a lot of them got uptight about stuff like lesbians, for some reason. They liked to gossip and their remarks were often very cruel, in my opinion, so I ignored them. But I had no problems, I mean I was just a regular heterosexual girl and everything was fine.

I was at a party one night, off campus. I'd gone with some friends from the little record place where I worked and I didn't really know anyone, but it was fun. I like meeting new people and I'm pretty outgoing anyway. A few guys were hitting on me, but since I had a boyfriend back home, I was playing it cool. I thought I was doing okay, but I was drinking a little too much. I don't really drink very often, but for whatever reason, that night I was downing rum and cokes pretty quickly, and they were good.

I was really buzzed, but not totally gone, when I ended up dancing with a guy. It was fun and I was laughing and stuff. I'd worn a short skirt and a halter top and I could feel his hands on my bare back, and moving down to my ass every now and then. I dealt with it though and it was okay. Then I danced with someone else and someone else, until I felt like I'd danced with every guy in the place.

The last guy was different though, I'm not sure how to describe him. He was a little taller than me, but then so is everyone. He had short hair and a lithe body, like a dancer's almost. And a cock, God! You wouldn't believe the cock on that guy, it was hard and pressing against his pants so I could feel it as he held me. I do like sex, as I've said, but I really wanted to stay faithful too. But I was hot and a little drunk and giggling and here was this cute guy, all sexy and rubbing my body with his hands...And his big hard cock pressing into the softness of my lower tummy. It was too much!

He kissed me on that little improvised dance floor, slipping his tongue into my mouth, and I just melted, really. I just moaned and sucked his tongue and we sort of dry humped right there in front of everyone for a minute or so. I'd never, ever done anything like that before in my life!

"Come on." The guy breathed. His voice was soft and he was pulling me out of the place. "You got me so hot I'm gonna fuck you sideways!"

I sort of blinked at his words, I suppose. Nobody had ever talked to me like that before, at least not in public, but it made me just a little excited too. He was so good looking also, I mean it didn't seem like he'd be the sort of guy to say or do those sorts of things. I didn't resist very much either, that's for sure. He pulled me to his car and we got in and kissed for a few minutes, really getting hot with each other before he started the engine.

I was in a daze by then. I didn't know what I was doing, this was so totally unlike me. Part of me was saying I should run! Just get out and go home and forget all about this night. But the rest of me, all fired up and breathing hard, was excited by it, The newness of the experience. It felt so raw, you know? And that was the part of me that won out, it just overwhelmed my common sense completely. So much so that when the guy asked me where I lived, I told him. I didn't even think about it, I gave him directions back to my dorm.

We went inside, trying to be quiet and creeping along. He kept touching me though, trying to kiss me, and I'd giggle and push him away, but only a little. It was so against the rules bringing a guy into my room that late. It was ridiculous the amount of trouble I could have gotten into. But I didn't care, that was making it even better for some reason.

I opened the door and my roommates were already asleep in their little rooms. We had three tiny bedrooms, a livingroom/common area, and a tiny kitchen. I led my new friend into my room, closing the door and sitting on the bed and he slipped down next to me. We kissed eagerly, his hands going to my breasts as his tongue pushed into my mouth. He pinched and pulled and squeezed them, making me even warmer. My nipples felt like they were on fire and he just stretched my top over my tits to expose them.

"What's your name?" He breathed.

"Lisa." I pulled my top off and grinned at him in the dim light from the red lava lamp on my desk.

He was standing up now, undressing and he paused, reaching down and grabbing me by the hips. "Turn over, Lisa. Leave your skirt on, I like it. I'm gonna fuck you."

The blunt crudeness of his words made me gasp and I barely had time to think about them before he was forcing me over, to kneel on all fours on my bed. I looked at him as he pulled off his pants, just a shadow really, a silouette more than a distinct person, and I stared at his cock. It looked huge, even in the semi-darkness of my room.

"Yeah, this is what you want, isn't it slut?" He was moving behind me and whispering loudly, slapping my ass. "Tell me!

"Y-Yessss...." I hissed, looking over my shoulder. I did want it so bad!

His fingers rubbed my slit and I was wet, really wet. It made him laugh. "Fuck! You're soaked! What a hot little fuck you're gonna be!"

I moaned softly as he lined his prick up with my waiting pussy and pushed inside me. It was so big, so hard...I arched my back and groaned loudly, my body shivering with pleasure as that beautiful cock stretched me slowly.

"Yeah, fuck it, bitch...Fuck Daddy's cock!" He grabbed my hips and pulled me back, impaling me on it and I cried out, dropping my head to the mattress, trying to muffle the noise.

I'd never had anyone talk dirty to me during sex. Not like that guy and it turned me on intensely. He was fucking me with long slow strokes, in and out, and my pussy loved that big dick of his. I'd never been with anyone so large, but any doubts about being able to handle it were completely unfounded. It went all the way inside me easily, and I pushed myself against him, over and over. I couldn't get enough of it!

"Get your head up, bitch...look at me when you cum!" He practically growled at me and I felt his fingers in my long hair, yanking me upward almost painfully so I had to look at him over my shoulder. But the pain, the humiliation, just made it better somehow. I was cumming and hard a moment later.

He let me drop breathlessly down to the mattress, my whole body collapsing as his prick slipped free from my spasming pussy. It was so good I saw stars exploding in my head and my body was bathed in fire. I'd never cum that good before just from having intercourse.

A moment later he was pulling me. "Turn around slut...come here, it's my turn to cum..." He wanted some head and I didn't mind. I was just a little dazed and breathless, moving slowly, but I'd have loved to suck his fat cock. "Down here, bitch..."

But down there he didn't have a cock any longer! I stared in momentary confusion at the pussy the guy? woman was rubbing between her fingers. "Wha..." I started to say something but she grabbed my head by the hair and pulled me down to her crotch.

"Suck me off, slut!" She growled and her hands were strong, holding my mouth against her steaming pussy as she lifted her hips slightly. I was so far gone though that it didn't really matter. I was burning up inside, my pussy melting between my legs and my heart straining beneath my breasts. I was feverish with the need for sex, you have no idea, and I'd have gone down on anything right then.

I licked her slit frantically, not so much eagerly, as just plain greedily. I could smell her pussy, musky and pungent, like mine. My room stank of our desire, it saturated my senses and blinded me to what I was doing. I'd never gone down on another woman before in my life, never even kissed one passionately, but now I found myself shoving my tongue as far as I could into this stranger's vagina. She humped my mouth, lifting her ass off my bed and feeding it to me.

"Oh, fuck you cunt...Eat it...lick it up!" The woman's verbal abuse was non-stop and she was getting louder, but I didn't care. All rational thought was beyond me by then. "Tell me..." She pulled my head up and I was taking quick ragged breaths of cool air. "Tell me how much you love my cunt!"

"I love your cunt!" I breathed and my voice was desperate to please.

"Louder!" She slapped my face. "Tell me you love sucking my cunt!"

"I love sucking your cunt!" I moaned loudly and she pushed my head back down.

"Good girl...You ever eat pussy before, bitch?" Her hands were underneath me, feeling my tits, pinching and twisting my nipples hard.

"N-Noooo!" I practically sobbed, licking her juices from my lips.

"I didn't think so!" She laughed. "Suck my clit too...Suck it good, bitch!"

I found her clit and it was long and hard, like the tip if my pinky finger, and I sucked it like a tiny cock between my lips. I swabbed it with my tongue and pinched it with my lips, sucking and licking until she pushed my face lower, setting me back to work on her slippery hole. I felt like the world was spinning and I just closed my eyes, feeling her fingers in my hair, holding my mouth to her sex and urging me on. She hunched her hips, deliberately rubbing her vulva around my face until I was soaked with her sticky juices.

"Turn around...Get on my face too, cunt." She told me and she pushed and pulled me into a 69 with me on top. Her mouth on my pussy suddenly brought me great waves of pleasure and I moaned with it, my body shuddering as her mouth found my aching clitoris.

I pushed my mouth down hard on the girl's sex, my nose pressed to her anus, inhaling the dank sweaty smell of her ass, but I didn't care. It could have been the finest French perfume for all I knew or cared. I ate her pussy the best I could, licking and sucking at her thick rubbery labia, pulling them into my mouth and washing them with my tongue. She was doing the same to me and it was a religious experience. I was meeting God face to face, and he was a cunt!

"Uhhhh...Fuck!" I heard her voice muffled between my spread thighs and she was cumming. Her juices just seem to fill my mouth, warm and strong and tangy and salty. I swallowed it even as my own orgasm, my third or fourth of the night, screamed for release and I felt my own flood washing across her tongue. My body was shivering from it and I nearly collapsed senselessly on top of her.

She rolled me off, reaching for her strap on, that magnificent piece of cock she'd used on me before. I stared at her with lust, sitting there in the dim light with my legs spread wide, my skirt wet and stained and wrinkled around my waist.

"You want to get fucked again?" She was asking me and I nodded, moving to get on all fours. I was flushed and sweating and breathless, but I wanted more. I couldn't ever get enough sex, I thought, never. "You gotta ask for it!"

She was teasing me, reaching out to rub my pussy with her fingers. I shivered and dropped my face to the mattress, already damp with sweat and lesbian sex juices. I was on pins and needles, my whole body on edge and my emotions frayed to the breaking point. This woman, this stranger whose name I didn't even know, was making me beg for her cock like a lesbian love doll. I might have felt some sense of shame, humiliation and shock at what I'd become, but I didn't. I was lost to whatever desires had been hidden within me. It was the only rational explanation, but I was so far gone by then...rationale had nothing to do with it. All I knew was lust.

"P-Please, fuck me!" I whispered, rolling my hips and pushing back against her hand.

"What'd you say, hole?" She grinned at me, grabbing me by the hair and twisting my face to look at her.

"Please fuck me with your cock..." I said louder.

"Noooo...Say please fuck me, dyke daddy...fuck me with your dyke daddy dick!" She was laughing at me and rubbing my clit until I was practically ready to cum again.

"Please fuck me with your dyke daddy dick!" I was almost yelling and she rewarded me by working just the head inside my pussy, making me give a tiny cry of pleasure, but she wouldn't push it in. Her hands held my hips tightly.

"Come on, slut...Ask for it..." The woman was cruel, pulling back with her hips even as I shoved my ass backwards, trying to drive that fake cock deep inside my hungry sex.

"I want your dick! I want your dyke dick! Please, fuck me with it Daddy! Fuck me with your dick" I repeated it like that, saying the words she wanted to hear, sometimes making sense, sometimes not, but willing to do whatever it took to get that hard thick dick back into my aching slit. "Oh God, fuck me hard, Daddy!" I begged, arching my back and trying to tempt her with my ass, rolling my hips and staring at the woman with long strands of spittle running from my mouth as I gasped for air.

"Alright bitch!" She laughed and pushed forward with her hips. "All you had to do was ask!"

"Ohhhh God Fuck me dyke daddy!" I practically screamed and I could hear my roommates talking to each other, wondering if they should open my door.

"Look at me!" She pulled my head around and I stared at her. She'd taken off her shirt and I could see her firm tits, smallish but definitely a woman's. She had long dark nipples and I could see she was pierced with silver rings and they bounced around as she slammed her hips against my ass. "Tell me who you love, cunt!"

"I love you!" I was panting and my door opened and my roommates turned on the light. "I love you, dyke daddy! Oh fuck me good...Ahhh...God!!" I groaned and blinked at the light and buried my head as she drilled that big cock deep into my cunt. My roommates were watching us I knew, and it was like a knife in some deep part of me, a spike of fear and embarassment, but I couldn't do anything about it. I was impaled on my dyke daddy's cock and all I could do was ride that shaft as it stretched my tender hole again and again.

"You like what you see?" My dyke daddy growled at my roommates. She pulled me up, reaching beneath me to grab my tits in her strong hands, lifting me so I knelt there with her dyke dick arching into my cunt and she kissed my neck, my cheek and finally my mouth as I turned my head, moaning into her warm wet mouth. I sucked her tongue, hearing my roommates talking, making small sounds of outrage and embarrassment.

"Ohh...ohhh...fuck...fuck me...Dadddddy..." I wailed, cumming hard and barely able to stay on my knees. Only the woman's strong arms held me in place and I forgot all about my roommates and what they were witnessing.

"Ah, damn I love outting straight bitches!" My new daddy laughed and let me go, spanking my ass hard as I buried my face in the pillows, moaning like a little girl as waves of pleasure washed over and through me.

Anything else my roommates might have said, or didn't say, was lost as they turned off the light and closed my door. Dyke daddy just laughed and spanked my ass again. "Fuck me, slut...make your dyke daddy cum now!"

I woke up and the woman was gone. She'd left a little note though, a name, 'Mallory' and a phone number. It was on the pillow next to my face and I stared at it for a second, not quite realizing when or where I was. I bolted upright, feeling the soreness between my legs, and on my breasts, and even my tongue felt swollen slightly. My nipples were dark red and little bruises covered my breasts from where I'd been pinched and bitten probably. I looked at my clock and realized I'd already missed my first class and half of my second.

I groaned and then thought about what had happened. The woman fucking me, calling me names, making me say things. Making me lick her pussy. I choked a little, and closed my eyes hard. That hadn't been me. It couldn't have been me! It was a dream or something, that's all. But it wasn't, none of it, and I got out of bed slowly. It was damp and stained and reeked of sex. The sheets were pulled off the mattress, my clothes scattered around the floor. Except my skirt, I was still wearing that, but it was trashed too.

I found another note on my bedroom door: "Lisa, You have to find someplace else to stay. We're going to Campus Affairs and file a complaint. Everyone heard you last night, everyone knows you're a lesbian slut! Just do us a favor and go away." They didn't even bother to sign it. I just cried for awhile and packed my stuff, having no idea where I was going. I swallowed hard and looked at the crumpled note in my hand.

"Daddy." I whispered and reached for the phone.

end #23

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