The Adventures of Lumina: 1. The Origin of a Fetish

-- by lightswitch (C) September 2010

(FF, lesbian), (reluctant, nonconsensual), (interr, interracial), (white female, wf; black female, bf), college, 1st time, rom

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Lumina arrived on campus early in the day, eager to begin her
first freshman quarter at University. She had just turned 18 and
was determined to shed her previous bookworm life and experience
the world.

Lumina was about average height, maybe 5’5”, with golden,
honey-blonde hair that cascaded in gentle waves down to just
above her curvaceous backside. Her full bosom and ample backside
made her waist appear even more slender than it actually was. She
pondered her appearance, using her forefinger to push a well-worn
pair of “Harry Potter” styled glasses back into place, hiding her
bright blue eyes framed by long lashes. Would college boys like
her, she wondered? Her mouth was a bit on the small side. Her
chin was also small, which she hated, thinking it gave her
heart-shaped face a pouty, waifish look.

The Residence Halls opened today, and she had arrived early to
move in. Lumina didn’t have many belongings, so it didn’t take
her long to get settled. The residence hall was for females only
and the rooms were mostly “two-girls per unit” with one coveted
“single room” per floor. She got her room assignment and went to
check out the place where she’d be living for the next nine
months.

Like each two-girl unit, she found her room comprised mostly of a
small “main room” with two desks, two naugahyde-covered chairs
with wooden arms, and two folding chairs for use with the desks.
It also had a tiny bathroom with a sink, toilet, and cramped
stand-up shower, as well as a tiny bedroom with twin beds against
opposing walls. The bedrooms were so small that if she stood in
the aisle between the two beds, she could place her palms almost
in the middle of each bed.

Around 2 p.m., her new roommate showed up. The newcomer was a
striking black girl … no … a black woman who appeared taller and
significantly more worldly. Lumina was taken by surprise; she
hadn’t even considered the possibility of having a roommate of a
different race or one who was four years older than her. In so
many ways, this woman was her complete opposite: The newcomer
appeared strongly extroverted and downright brassy. Her dialect
was blatantly “street,” but Lumina viewed it merely as
uneducated.

This woman was noticeably bigger and stronger than Lumina,
probably standing about 5’10”. Complicating matters, the woman
didn’t seem to grasp the concept of “personal space.” Lumina
found herself unconsciously backing up as they talked, only to
find that the woman would then unconsciously inched forward to
close the gaps she created.

“Hey, girl!” the newcomer shouted out, waving and flashing a
smile that shown brilliantly on her dark, pretty face. “You must
be my roommate! Mah name’s Janine. Who you?”

Lumina took a step back, trying to preserve her space, and
formally extended her hand. “I’m Lumina,” she said. “I’m a
freshman and this is my first quarter here at University.”

Janine looked at the freshman’s extended hand in amused disbelief
before embracing her in a quick, but tight bear hug, which she
immediately released. Lumina couldn’t shake the feeling that the
black woman was somehow taking her measure.

“We gonna be *roommates*, girl!” she laughed. “Handshakes is for
strangers!”

Blushing, Lumina nodded and gave a weak grin.

“So, you a freshman, huh?” Janine chuckled, again standing almost
in her face. Lumina took a half-step backwards, a bit disturbed
by the black woman’s failure to respect her space.

“So,” the blonde said, trying to change the subject, “you’re a
senior? You must know your way around the University quite well,
then!” Lumina’s heel thumped gently against the wall and she
realized she had unwittingly backed up as far as she could go.

Fortunately, her gambit seemed to work and soon Janine was going
on about all the things to do and see. The two indulged in some
strained small talk about the campus until Janine announced she
had to see some friends. Lumina let out a sigh of relief as the
door closed behind her. The black woman seemed nice, but
interacting with her had drained introverted freshman.

More than two months went by and they established a cordial, if
somewhat distant relationship. Janine definitely strove to be
pleasant, but the two roommates were so … different. The senior
often had friends over and they’d drink and pass joints. Though
Janine often entreated Lumina to join them, the freshman felt out
of place among so many older, loud, boisterous black women, so
she’d invariably retreat to the tiny bedroom and sit on her bed
to immerse herself in her studies, closing the sliding door
separating the two rooms.

One December, late in the afternoon, Lumina was in a Biology
class watching a demo on senses. The Teaching Assistant had a
student blindfolded and was using an eye dropper to place drops
of various flavored liquids on different places on the
volunteer’s tongue, to see whether she could identify them
without seeing them. They tried lemon juice, pickle juice,
vinegar, quinine water, sugar water, and a host of other flavors.

One of the boys in the small crowd decided to crack a joke …

“Ewww!” he exclaimed loudly, in mock horror, “you’re not going to
put THAT on her tongue, are you?!?”

The blindfolded girl jumped up in alarm, clamping her mouth shut
and upsetting the folding table, knocking over most of the
samples.

Unfortunately, Lumina was the primary recipient of the splashing
pickle juice. The front of her blouse and skirt were stained and
she reeked like a deli garbage can.

Sighing in frustration at her bad luck, the soaked blonde went
back to her room and stripped off her odiferous clothes, stuffing
them into an old grocery bag and dropping it on the floor outside
the bathroom for a later rinsing.

Naked and still reeking of gherkin, Lumina removed her glasses
and placed them on the edge of the sink. She hopped into the
shower, turning the water on as hot as the old dorm plumbing
would allow. She was rewarded with a suitably warm stream of
barely serviceable pressure. Lathering up, she set to work
washing off the pungent pickle stickiness.

The warm water cascading over her felt heavenly and she soon lost
herself, reveling under the luxurious stream as clouds of warm
steam slowly enveloped her and filled the tiny bathroom.

She didn’t know how much time passed when the sound of muffled
voices from the other room brought her back with a start.

There were people in the living room!

How long had she been daydreaming?!? She shut off the water and
the voices became clearer. She recognized Janine’s voice and
could hear at least two other girls. She must have brought
friends home! Lumina felt an irrational surge of anxiety about
being naked when others were so close, even though there was a
closed door between them. She hopped out of the shower and put
her glasses on.

Grabbing her towel, she tried to wrap it around her, but was
horrified to discover just how small it was. She only had the one
old towel with her, which she had taken from home. It was
adequate for drying off, but woefully inadequate for a
well-endowed, but modest girl to use as cover. Her
pickle-smelling clothes were in a bag, just outside the bathroom
door, so she couldn’t even use them as an emergency option.
Lumina pulled and stretched the strained towel, cramming her
impressive chest in as much as she could and tightly clenched her
left fist around the towel corners, which *barely* overlapped
over her cruelly-mashed boobs. Would it be enough, she wondered?

Lumina looked in the bathroom mirror and moaned in despair: She
saw a seemingly huge expanse of pale boob-flesh, unable to be
contained by her tightly wrapped little towel’s embrace. The tops
of her big boobs bulged up and out as if her towel-covered torso
were a tube of crescent roll dough and the pale, pressurized
contents had burst out from the top. She felt as if any stray
movement might result in an even bigger explosion of flesh if she
was to lose her death-grip on the strained towel corners clenched
in her left fist.

Height-wise, the towel barely covered her nipples. Below her
already aching left fist, the towel immediately gaped open to
reveal a generous expanse of center-cleavage, the entire
underside of both boobs, her bare belly, and the front of her
entire lower body. At that moment, she fervently envied girls who
were relatively flat (as well as every girl who was two or more
cup sizes smaller than her).

She grabbed the bottom corners of the towel with her right hand
and forced them down and together, trying to better cover
herself. This succeeded in dangerously stretching the towel
enough to *barely* hide her crotch (behind her clenched right
fist), at the cost of exposing the tops of her aureoles and
painfully compressing her boobs, butt, and hips. Lumina found
couldn’t draw a full breath and could only hobble when she tried
to move!

She couldn’t go out like this! She decided to wait the visitors
out. The anxious blonde released the towel, breathing in
gratefully and rubbing her sorely squeezed breasts before setting
the towel aside.

After a few minutes, it occurred to her that the people in the
other room *had* to have heard the shower, earlier, so they must
be aware that someone was in there. What would she do if someone
had to use the bathroom? How would she explain why she had been
hiding in there, naked?

Lumina decided to go about her business. If she took her time,
surely they’d leave before she was done.

The naked freshman grabbed her blow dryer and began drying her
hair, thankful that she had kept it so long -- she now had a
reason for staying in the bathroom for so long, if discovered.

Unfortunately, even after taking her time and achieving some
truly impressive volume, eventually her hair was completely dry
and styled. But the voices were still audible in the other room.
Why hadn’t they left yet?!? Every extra minute she spent in the
bathroom strained the credibility of her excuse, if confronted!

What should she do now? She toyed with the idea of turning on the
blow dryer again when her worst fear materialized: Someone
jiggled the bathroom door handle!

“C’mon!” she heard a loud, rough voice demand, accompanying by
pounding on the door, “Hurry up in dere! I gotta piss!”

Lumina snatched up her little towel and quickly forced it around
her, doing her best to cover everything she could. Most of her
boobs (top and bottom) still showed, but at least her nipples
were (mostly) covered. Her belly and navel were exposed, but her
golden muff was (mostly) hidden by her right fist.

Lumina didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t go out there as she
was, barely covered in her threadbare towel! But she could no
longer stay in her tiny tiled sanctuary, either.

More pounding rattled the door.

“What the fuck you doin’ in dere?” the voice demanded. “Playin’
wif yoself? I gotta GO! Open de damn do’!”

Embarrassed, but pressured to act, Lumina complied and opened the
door, clutching whatever towel she could bunch into her fists,
and trying to ignore the puckered opening that her big boobs
forced in between. She decided to make a run across the tiny main
room and into the sanctuary of the bedroom, where she could get
some clothes. Even if she popped out of the towel before she made
it, at least she’d get to safety as quickly as possible and be
safe behind the bedroom door. If she had to streak the last few
feet, by God, she’d do it!

As the door opened, a tall black woman started to rush into the
bathroom and, unthinking, Lumina hurried to exit at the same
time, forcing them to squeeze against each other as they both
tried to push through the small doorframe. Lumina’s towel came
open and she clutched at the corners to prevent it from being
pulled off completely. Finally, she had to take a step back and
let the other woman get past first. Lumina’s glasses had gone
askew, but her hands were fully occupied with towel-control, so
she couldn’t adjust them.

The black woman cursed Lumina as she hurried past and the anxious
freshman stepped out of the bathroom quickly to put some distance
between them. The bedraggled blonde found herself standing in
their tiny main room, surrounded by a group of lounging black
women, all drinking and passing a joint. Her roommate was there,
sitting on the edge of her desk, near the door. They all sat
there, silently gawking at her.

Distracted by the cursing black woman, Lumina had forgotten to
run and now stood there, half naked and feeling as if she’d die
of embarrassment.

A big black woman, who looked more like a trucker than a college
student, gave a long, loud wolf whistle, which caused the white
girl to blush crimson.

“Hooooo-WEE!” she exclaimed, making a show of eyeing the
shivering blonde up and down. “What we got here? Janine, whatchu
doin’ with such a fine bit o’ sexy white shugah in yo bafroom?!?
You been holdin’ out on us!”

It was obvious to Lumina that this big woman was high or drunk or
both. The humiliated freshman started to make a run for the
bedroom when she heard her roommate answer.

“Oh,” Janine slurred, obviously similarly impaired, “dis here is
Lumina. She my roommate. Lumina, lemme introduce you to mah
girls.”

Conditioned by years of courtesy, Lumina unthinkingly let herself
stop for introductions.

“Dis lezzie slut here is Donna,” her roommate laughed, waving a
hand at the trucker-woman. Lumina assumed her roommate was
mocking her friend, rather than revealing any truth about her
sexual preferences.

Donna grinned at the surprised blonde and blew a kiss. Suddenly
Lumina wasn’t so sure Janine had been mocking. The big woman sat,
with her legs spread wide, sitting backwards on the folding chair
Janine used at her desk, facing the center of the room. This
woman was easily six feet tall and her stocky figure bespoke a
layer of fat over a thicker layer of muscle. She wore her hair in
a short, masculine cut, which was mostly hidden by a trucker’s
cap with the visor shading most of her eyes. She was dressed in
tight jeans and a sleeveless plaid shirt. All the other girls had
kicked off their shoes, but Donna was still wearing what appeared
to be workman boots. The big woman appeared to have been in her
mid-40s.

Reflexively, Lumina extended her hand in greeting. The group fell
silent, their eyes wide and hungry for a moment. One, a pretty
black woman in a stylish blouse and skirt, burst into laughter.
Lumina blushed, realizing she was being too formal for this
worldly bunch. The earnest freshman pulled her hand back quickly,
embarrassed and wishing she had been anywhere but there.

“Now, don’ be such bitches!” Donna admonished her friends loudly.
Lumina couldn’t tell whether she was being sincere or mocking
her. “Shugah here is bein’ nice and we oughtta be doin’ de same.”

Donna got up and walked over to shake the nervous white girl’s
hand. Her grip was crushingly strong and Lumina winced as the big
woman squeezed it. Strangely, Donna never looked her in the eye
and Lumina briefly wondered why such a big, confident woman would
appear so demur during an introduction to someone like her.

To Lumina’s surprise, Donna didn’t let go of her hand. She just
kept shaking it, grinning and looking down. Lumina found herself
growing ever-more uncomfortable.

As she endured the long, crushing handshake, the pretty blonde
happened to follow the big woman’s gaze. With a flash of panic,
Lumina realized that the undersides of her boobs, her belly, and
her trimmed muff were all now exposed because she had released
her grip on the bottom of the towel in order to shake hands! She
was half-naked!

The women burst into raucous laughter and, though it took several
attempts, Lumina was finally able to jerk her hand out of Donna’s
vise-like grip and clutch the bottom of her towel closed again.

Janine obliviously continued to make her way around the small
room, introducing the others. Curiously, she didn’t go in seating
order, as she made introductions, but rather by some pecking
order:

Barb was the girl who had pushed past to get to the bathroom. She
was just returning and proceeded to fling herself into one of the
two “good” chairs and prop her bare feet up on Janine’s desk.
Barb didn’t bother to get up or acknowledge Lumina when they were
introduced. This woman didn’t look as if she belonged on a
college campus, unless she was on the janitorial staff. She had
on a pair of dirty overalls with a sweat-stained tank-top
underneath that may have been white at one time. She was skinny
and wiry-looking, with defined, but not bulky, muscular arms. She
stood about 5’8” and had frizzy, light brown hair. Lumina guessed
this woman was in her late 20s.

Across from Barb was Cherise, sitting in the other good chair.
She was a very attractive woman, about Lumina’s height, dressed
in nice slacks and a blouse. She was well-groomed and
full-figured, though not at all fat. Cherise appeared to be the
only one of the group, other than Janine, who looked to be
someone who might actually be attending classes. Her black hair
was mid-length and wavy, cascading down onto her shoulders. She
was the only one besides Janine who was wearing lipstick. Lumina
recognized her as the woman who had laughed at her wardrobe slip.
Cherise appeared to be in her early 20s and cordially shook
Lumina’s hand, as the embarrassed white girl bent and twisted in
a futile attempt to hide her lower exposure when she was forced
to momentarily release the bottom of the towel. Cherise laughed
and apologized, releasing her hand quickly.

Evie was the last one to be introduced. Evie had dragged the
folding chair she used for her desk over to sit next to Cherise.
Evie was short and stocky, probably a bit under 5 feet tall. She
leered at Lumina even more blatantly than Donna had and eagerly
grabbed her hand to shake it, her eyes blatantly riveted on the
white girl’s again-exposed lower boobs and crotch. Lumina jerked
her hand back and turned away as she again grabbed shut the lower
end of her wrap. Evie smacked her towel-clad backside as she
returned to her seat to accept the joint being passed.

Donna and Evie had to have been lesbians, Lumina decided, and
quite unpleasant ones, at that. She wondered if Janine and the
other two women knew?

Lumina gave the obligatory “Nice to meet everyone” and, with a
sigh of anticipatory relief, turned to hurry over to the bedroom
and get some clothes on.

But her ordeal wasn’t over. Cherise blocked her way to the
bedroom.

“Oh come on, Lumina” she smiled. “Now that we’ve finally gotten
to see you,” she paused, as if enjoying a pun, “you *have* to
come join us and let us get to know you better!” Lumina tried to
demur, but the pretty black girl took her firmly by the arm and
guided her back to where she’d been sitting. With a giggle, she
gave the inattentive blonde a playful push and Lumina fell back
into the chair.

If Lumina had thought the towel was insufficient when she was
standing, it turned out to be nothing compared to when she was
sitting. When her ample butt hit the seat and her body bent into
a sitting position, her entire front popped out like a white
popcorn kernel hitting hot oil. The towel essentially became a
seat cover. The pretty freshman was, for all practical purposes,
sitting there naked in front of everyone!

The room was silent.

Mortified, Lumina quickly lifted her butt and snatched up the
towel, desperately pulling it over herself like a small, thin
blanket. Her face burned and she knew she was blushing like mad.
However, with her hands no longer having to clench her towel, she
was finally free to adjust her glasses.

Lumina was too embarrassed to make eye contact with the other
girls. What must they think of her? Peripherally on her left, she
could see Cherise staring at her, a calculating smile on her
lips. Across from her, Janine, Barb, and Donna stared with wide
eyes. The despondent freshman didn’t bother looking to her right,
to see how Evie was responding.

Cherise recovered first. She sat on the arm of the chair and
began chatting about the campus. Soon, everyone was talking and
had seemed to have forgotten the young blonde’s little “wardrobe
malfunction.” Lumina squirmed as she felt her bare butt and back
sticking to the fake-leather of the chair, but she endured
quietly, looking for an opportunity to couthly excuse herself and
retreat to the bedroom.

Janine pressed a disposable plastic cup into her hand.

“Here ya go, baby,” she smiled.

Lumina looked in the cup. Her roommate had given her a
quarter-full glass of tepid water? Courteously, she raised the
glass to her lips to sample the offering, but caught a whiff of
gin. She took a cautious sip. These women were drinking straight
gin from plastic cups?!? And not even chilled or over ice? She
cautiously sipped, rather than gulped like some of the others
were doing. It really wasn’t as bad as she expected, in small
doses, and she soon felt a relaxing warmth spreading through her.

The freshman looked up to see Cherise holding a joint out to her.
Lumina looked at her helplessly; she was too embarrassed to admit
that she didn’t know how to smoke a joint or even a cigarette.
She sat there, wide-eyed, afraid she’d only make a fool of
herself and get laughed at again.

Cherise saw the look in the overwhelmed freshman’s eyes and gave
her a warm smile.

“That’s OK, Lumina,” she said reassuringly. “We can do shotguns.”

The anxious blonde had no idea what a “shotgun” was, but nodded,
grateful for some experienced guidance.

Cherise took a long, deep drag on the joint and leaned over to
position her dark, pretty face close to Lumina’s. For a moment
the shocked freshman just looked at her: The beautiful black
woman’s full, sensuous red lips were pursed as if she were
preparing to kiss her! For a fleeting instant, Lumina wondered if
Cherise were a lesbian, like Donna and Evie appeared to be. She
regarded the attractive black woman with wide eyes, unable to
respond. Cherise was very pretty, but Lumina wasn’t in to girls!
At least, she didn’t think she was …

Cherise *was* very pretty …

Lumina’s shocked expression must have given away her thoughts
because the other women exploded in laughter. Had they known she
had almost had a “lesbian thought,” she wondered?

Janine came to her rescue.

“Lumina,” she directed. “Cherise gonna blow smoke atchu an’ when
she do, you breathe in – slow an’ deep as you kin, fer as long as
you kin.”

Obediently, the white girl puckered her lips as she’d seen
Cherise do and leaned towards the black woman. Cherise’s full,
shiny red lips were less than a quarter inch from Lumina’s when
the black woman began softly exhaling – just relaxing her lungs
-- and letting the smoke roll out on its own. Immediately, Lumina
followed instructions and began inhaling, slowly sucking the
fragrant smoke deep into her lungs. Her head was spinning, but it
wasn’t the pot that was to blame (at first) – it was engaging in
such a quasi-intimate act with this attractive black woman.
Lumina knew that if either of them moved even a fraction of an
inch, their pursed lips would touch … they’d unintentionally
kiss! The thought sent a perverse pang of pleasure through her
groin and she was surprised to feel herself unexpectedly
lubricate.

“Oh, I’d never actually DO such a thing!” she told herself,
continuing to inhale the smoky stream issuing from between this
beautiful black woman’s sensuous lips.

The women laughed in delight, clapping their approval. Cherise
finally ran out of breath and sat back up, giving the white girl
what could only be described as a sultry. The significance,
however, was lost on Lumina.

“Now hold you breath long as you kin!” Janine directed. “When you
gotta breathe, exhale reeeal slow!”

The pretty blonde nodded, glancing at Cherise who continued to
smile at her in warm invitation as she passed the joint over her
to Evie. They talked and drank and continued to do shotguns
whenever the joint came to Cherise and Lumina. After a while, the
white girl’s head was pleasantly spinning and she was feeling
more relaxed and aroused than she’d ever felt in her life. Every
time Cherise leaned over her and Lumina sucked warm smoke from
the beautiful black woman’s pursed, pouty lips, she felt her
loins ached with need. When one joint was depleted and the roach
sucked up, Barb would expertly roll a new one.

The sun had set and the women switched on Janine’s fluorescent
blacklight before switching off the overhead light.

The room was immediately cast into an eerie pseudo-darkness,
which strangely still allowed sight. Lumina’s towel gave off a
feeble light, but her pale white skin glowed brighter than
Janine’s old blacklight posters, causing the buzzed women to
point and laugh with glee. The buzzed freshman could still make
out each woman, although their features were much darker now.

Though each of the others had became enveloped in the dim
pseudo-darkness, growing darker and less distinct, Lumina seemed
to blaze under the glow of the dim light and she became keenly
aware that she had become the brightest object in the room.
Everyone’s gaze was on her. Their riveted eyes and wide smiles
shone brightly, making the whole scene seem like some surreal
fantasy.

When the joint came to Cherise for what must have been the fourth
time, Barb stood up and walked over to where Lumina and Cherise
were sitting.

“Lemme do her,” Barb demanded, in a slurred voice, nabbing the
joint from Cherise’s lax fingers before the surprised beauty
could protest. Before Lumina knew what was happening, Barb had
straddled her and was sucking in a deep lungful from the joint
before handing the reefer over to Evie. The startled freshman
didn’t realize it at the time that Barb’s left knee had also
pulled her towel off, where it fell to the floor, to the right of
the chair.

Barb reached out and grabbed the tipsy white girl’s head with
both hands, forcing it back. She then leaned down and began
blowing smoke into Lumina’s face. The surprised freshman choked
and coughed in the cloying cloud, kicking and struggling to
escape the billowing smoke.

Janine’s voice called out.

“Shotgun, Lumina! Open yo mouf *wide* an’ inhale!”

Responding to her roommate’s reassuring voice, the white girl
relaxed and opened her mouth as wide as she could, inhaling
deeply.

The room grew quiet. There was something different about this
shotgun.

Barb had the pretty blonde’s head bent back and their widely
opened mouths were so close Lumina could feel the black woman’s
thick lips graze hers. The rough fabric of the black woman’s
overalls sandpapered the bare skin on the white girl’s boobs,
belly, and hips, though she didn’t yet grasp the significance of
this.

As Lumina inhaled, she realized she wasn’t just breathing in pot
smoke, she was breathing in this woman’s exhalation – she was
taking her *breath* inside of her. Pressed under the weight of
this dominant black woman who had pushed her into this perverse
parody of a passionate kiss, Lumina felt this revelation to be
incredibly erotic and wicked. She closed her eyes and gave
herself over to the sensations.

Her head was spinning from the gin, pot, and low-grade ambient
lust. The effects of this encounter were so powerfully, subtly
sexual that she thought she’d explode. She could feel her fevered
pussy grow so wet that she could feel her excitement dripping
down her inner thighs!

The pretty blonde began to get light-headed from her prolonged
inhalation. Unnoticed by her, the room had gone silent as the
other women ogled them hungrily – enviously watching their dark
friend straddling the brilliant blue nude girl and hold her in a
dominant position just shy of a deep kiss.

If they had continued chatting and gossiping, what happened next
might never have occurred. Or if it had, that perhaps no one
would have noticed.

But the room remained absolutely quiet and they were all watching
when she did it.

Lumina kissed Barb.

The dazed white girl wasn’t even aware she had done it. She was
drunk and buzzed and beside herself with arousal. One moment,
Barb was breathing warm, fragrant pot smoke down her throat,
their lips barely brushing. The next, the pretty blonde had
unconsciously leaned forward to close that barest fraction of a
millimeter … but that was all that had been needed for their lips
to touch and stay touching.

Almost immediately, Barb responded by forcing her open mouth down
hard on the white girl’s, making the kiss undeniable. The black
woman’s tongue probed boldly into Lumina’s mouth, sparking a
sensual jolt that made the white girl’s body stiffen in response
under her dominator. The overwhelmed blonde’s lungs gave out and
she started blowing smoke out through her nose, since her lips
remained tightly sealed under Barb’s.

Lumina was overwhelmed with shock and sensation. She had never
actually kissed *anyone* before. Well, not on the mouth. Barb’s
tongue, slithering inside her, made her mouth tingle with
never-experienced sensations! Lumina felt her groin explode into
a pleasurable pot of hot oil that roiled in her nether regions
and seeped from between her steaming pussy lips. Unthinking, the
white girl raised her arms to grasp the black woman’s head and
press their faces almost painfully together as their kiss became
fierce and urgent. Barb tightened her grip, almost crushing the
overwhelmed white girl between the aroused black woman’s
powerful, dark thighs and in her strong, sinewy arms.

“Damn!” Evie mutter huskily, “that is one jungle-fevered white
slut you got there, Barb!”

Her admiring comment was like a bucket of cold water on Lumina.
The pretty blonde’s eyes shot open as she came back to earth and
realized what was happening. What had she done?!? What was she
doing?!? Burning with shame and embarrassment, Lumina pushed a
confused Barb off her lap. She wanted to flee, but her legs felt
too weak to move, as she sat in the chair, eyes unable to clench
hard enough to stop her tears.

“Hey, wuzzis about?” Barb muttered in surprise and frustrated
resentment. “Ah thought you lahked it! YOU da one kissed ME!”

Lumina would have shook her head in futile denial had she not
finally realized that her towel was missing.

Glancing up in horror, the exposed white girl cast her eyes
about, desperate for some sign of where her only cover could have
gone. Humiliated beyond belief, the knowledge that she was now
sitting there, shining in the darkness and absolutely nude in
front of her roommate and four strangers, drilled into the
distraught freshman’s brain. Her pale exposed body glowed
brightly under the blacklight with what she thought was an
obscene blue-violet brilliance – she had become a blinding
beacon, drawing all eyes to her shame. As if all this weren’t bad
enough, she could peripherally see the purplish glint of
reflected light from a sizable puddle she’d left on the
fake-leather seat – undeniable evidence of her shameful arousal
from Barb’s kiss.

With a shriek of humiliation, Lumina pulled her knees up to cover
her nakedness. This didn’t work because she could now feel cool
air on her hot, wet slit – which meant it was exposed to view. No
matter how she twisted or where she put her hands/legs, she
realized, there was no way she could cover up everything.

Beyond humiliation, the panicked white girl jumped to her feet,
planning to bolt for the bedroom. She could see Janine, leaning
against the wall, looking at her with wide eyes and slack jaw.
Her roommate seemed completely mesmerized by the white girl’s
pale, glowing body.

Cherise grabbed her arm.

“Where do you think you’re going, white girl?” she asked, a sneer
marring her otherwise pretty face. Under the blacklight, the
beautiful black woman looked darker and more intimidating than
Lumina remembered.

“Please,” the blonde sobbed, trying to push past and get to the
safety of the bedroom, “I just want to go.”

Cherise shook her head.

“You think you can just walk in here and tease us like that, and
then take off?”” she asked, menace in her voice. “You prance out
here in that little towel … you flash them big white titties at
us … you tease us and get us all worked up … then you pretend you
didn’t do all this on purpose … that you’re some innocent little
girl who has no idea what she’s doing … and now you want to run
off and leave us hanging just as things finally get down to
business?”

Her look was mean and hungry.

I don’t *think* so,” she snapped, grabbing the white girl roughly
by the arm.

Lumina regarded her uncomprehendingly. “What do you mean?” she
asked, eyes wide with confusion.

“You’re either stupid or a bitchy little cunt-tease,” Cherise
spat, twisting her arm. “Either way, your pretty white face is
about to settle up for the checks that your body’s been writing!”

“But, that’s not how it is!” Lumina wailed. “My clothes …! The
pickle juice … !”

Nobody seemed to be listening. Evie grabbed the frantic blonde’s
other arm and the two black woman wrestled the young freshman to
the floor where they forced her onto her back and then pinned her
arms. Donna joined the fun and pinned the white girl’s ankles,
making sure to keep her victim’s legs spread wide so she could
ogle her moist, exposed pussy.

“Please,” Lumina gasped, writhing futilely on the dormitory room
floor as she tried to get free. “What are you doing? Let her go!”
But she was too drunk, buzzed, and confused to do much more than
bleat futile protests.

Her glasses had been knocked askew again. Looking up with blurred
vision as she lie spread-eagle, she could make out Barb standing
near the top of her head, looking down at her. The black woman’s
eyes seemed to be drinking in the white girl’s glowing, nude
form.

“Do it, Barb,” Cherise urged, her voice thick with sadistic lust.
“You know this little white slut wants it!”

The small part of Lumina’s mind that was still functioning was
shocked and several thoughts wrestled for supremacy:

* I am NOT a slut!
* I do NOT want it – whatever “it” was!
* What had happened to that sweet, warm, well-spoken Cherise I
had thought I’d known?
* Cherise was a racist bitch!

“Time to finish what you started, cunt-tease!” Barb husked,
sliding her overalls down. She didn’t bother removing her
tank-top, which glowed under the blacklight. Further thought was
blotted out as the horny black woman tossed the white girl’s
glasses aside and squatted over Lumina’s head. Slowly, Barb
lowered her hairy muff down onto the wide-eyed blonde’s pretty
face. Lumina could literally feel the heat coming from the
aroused black woman’s pussy even before she felt it press down
wetly over her face. In the next moment, he was surrounded by the
damp heat and the stink of Barb’s domination. The younger girl’s
mind went blank and she just lay there, overcome with shock as
the wiry black woman began to lustily rub herself on her.

The full, round globes of Barb’s dark ass brushed Lumina’s nose
as she ground her pussy back and forth over the white girl’s
pretty face. The pinned blonde felt her exposed breasts being
fondled and someone (Cherise, Evie, or both) periodically gave
her nipples a cruel tweak.

Lumina was in denial. If Barb had just dominated her by beating
her with her fists, she’d have gotten over it, in time. But to
have another woman dominate her with her *sex* -- it made Lumina
feel as if maybe this strong, confident black woman had the
*right* to use her to satisfy her needs. Barb was clearly the
superior woman and all Lumina could do was withdraw inward under
the crushing weight of her own humiliation – her inferiority
obvious for all to see.

For the pinned blonde, it seemed an eternity, but eventually Barb
ground herself down hard on the white girl’s face and gave a loud
cry of release. By climaxing on Lumina’s face, Barb affirmed her
superiority as a woman and as a person, as well as affirming the
younger girl’s role as an object to be used.

Panting, Barb finally rose off her victim. As her hot, sucking
cunt lifted from the white girl’s face, Lumina felt cool air rush
over her heated, pussy-slickened cheeks. Though she felt used and
shamed, she was also relieved that her ordeal was finally over.

But it wasn’t.

The black women shifted positions, moving counterclockwise. Barb
moved over to pin the freshman’s right wrist. Evie now knelt
between the white girl’s feet, pinning her ankles. Donna crawled
over to pin the blonde’s left wrist. Lumina struggled helplessly,
unable to erase the sight of their big grins glowing brightly in
the dim, purple light as they ogled her, even when Lumina closed
her eyes.

Cherise quickly straddled the dazed white girl’s face.

But the beautiful black woman didn’t rub her pussy on the
blonde’s pretty face. She spread the cheeks of her voluptuous ass
and sat back hard, diddling her clit as she smothered the shocked
white girl with her full, round, dark backside.

Lumina was beyond shock. This was even worse than what Barb had
done to her and she instinctively struggled to escape. She felt
humiliated and enraged – Cherise was using her *ass* on Lumina’s
*face*! There was no more demeaning act she could imagine! Lumina
bucked and kicked and twisted, but she was being held too firmly
to free herself and before she knew it, her lungful of air ran
out. The pretty blonde laid there twitching as she struggled to
cling to consciousness under Cherise’s dominant ass-smother.

Her victim’s struggles must have excited Cherise because
immediately after Lumina went still the black woman came, hard
and quick, almost crushing the white girl’s pretty face as she
clenched her buttocks.

Finally sated, Cherise rose from her seat, slapping Lumina’s face
hard before moving over to pin her right wrist. Barb moved to pin
her ankles, though she needn’t have bothered – the dazed freshman
was far too weak and overcome to put up any kind of struggle.
Evie grabbed the white girl’s left arm and sat on her hand,
humping herself on it as if she were a dog in heat. Lumina could
feel the hot slime streaks the horny little black woman was
leaving on her hand and forearm as she pleasured herself on her
young victim.

Lumina watched helplessly as Donna squatted over her and slowly
settled her bulk over the blonde’s face. The white girl’s head
was pinned between those big boots, forcing her gaze upward
toward her impending doom. Donna’s muff was so hairy and immense
that it actually frightened Lumina as it descended. Slowly, but
unrelentingly, it began to engulf the frightened freshman’s
entire face and blot out her world.

But surprisingly, the big woman was relatively gentle. She fucked
the pinned blonde’s face with long, slow strokes, but always in
such a way that she could continue breathing. Lumina succumbed
completely and lay unprotesting as this big, superior black woman
used her for her pleasure.

Donna, too, came hard and quickly.

The group rotated again and Lumina could see Evie eyeing her
juice-coated face as if it were a paralyzed stranger’s leg and
she was a horny poodle. But the young freshman was beyond numb.
She had been degraded and thoroughly sexually dominated; there
was nothing these women could do to shock her further. Lumina was
reconciled to these superior women using her as an object for
their lust. And she was even resigned to getting face-fucked by
Evie, although she didn’t view the short black woman as superior;
she thought of Evie as a hyena who opportunistically took
advantage of the work of superior lionesses for her own gain.

But Donna threw in an unexpected complication that forestalled
Evie’s mounting.

“Hey Janine,” the big woman called. “Shug here is YOU roommate.
Don’ you wan’ none of this sweetness? Or you already bin gettin’
some afore we come over?”

There was no answer and she glanced over at her roommate. Janine
was standing against the wall, near the door, avoiding eye
contact with her.

“No,” she whispered. “Dis wrong. Leave her be. She too young; she
didn’ know what she doin’!”

Janine seemed to be struggling and it was only then that it
dawned on Lumina that her roommate, too, must be a lesbian. In a
flash, she finally realized they were all lesbians! Janine was
probably turned on by all of this and normally might have loved
to partake; it was only because it was Lumina being used that she
was holding back now.

The white girl’s pretty blue eyes began to tear at this
unexpected display of compassion; her heart swelled with
gratitude and other strange emotions that her brain would not yet
allow her to acknowledge. Her heart went out to this woman who
was standing up to friends on her behalf. Lumina felt as if
things were finally turning around and her nightmare was finally
ending. That is, until she felt a finger rudely poke between her
legs and run intrusively between her slick, pouty nether-lips.

“She’s sloppy wet!” Cherise accused, holding up a finger that
glistened damningly under the blacklight. “She’s a slut! She gets
off on this kind of stuff.”

Donna nodded sagely. “There you go, Janine!” she said. “What more
proof ya need? Her mouf say ‘no,’ but her cunt say ‘yes!’”

Evie jumped up angrily.

“Fuck dat!” the diminutive woman shouted at her roommate. “It’s
mah turn! You want her, you shoulda got in line. You kin has her
when I’se done.” She paused and snickered, leering at her. “If
dey’s anything lef!’

Janine just stood there, silent. She finally looked at her
roommate, her expression a mixture of regret and desire. Lumina
regarded her with wide eyes; torn between how she felt about what
she knew must be coming next.

Was her roommate really going to sit on her face?

Truth be told, Lumina *was* wet. Obscenely, lust-crazedly,
dripping wet. Despite hating what was being done to her, her body
had responded with years of pent-up repressed sexuality and she
was now beside herself with unrequited arousal.

But Lumina wasn’t ready to admit that to herself, much less
anyone else. And she didn’t want her first real sexual encounter
to be with a pack of aggressive, horny, lesbians in the middle of
her dorm room floor!

She shook her head weakly.

“No,” Lumina begged. “Janine, please don’t!”

“She’s one of those types that get off on being forced,” Cherise
sneered. “The rougher you take them, the harder they get off.”

The pretty blonde looked up with mixed emotions at Janine,
wondering if what Cherise had said might be true. Why else would
her pussy be throbbing with desire? Would it really be that bad
if Janine came on her face? All but one of the others already
had. And Janine was the only one who had spoken kindly about her.
Why should the nicest one in the bunch be the only one not to
obtain release? Was that fair? Truth be told, of all the women
here, having Janine sit on her face would have been the least
objectionable. Lumina could see the longing and desire in
Janine’s face. But her roommate held strong and didn’t give in to
temptation.

Evie was elated.

“Girl,” she spat, grabbing her by the hair and jerking her head
up, “Ahm gonna *mess* you up! When ah get done wid you, you be
*beggin’* for a taste o’ mah cunt! You gonna beg to be mah bitch!
Das what all you tall, uppity white girls secretly want: To be
owned by a real woman!”

“Piss in her mouth!” Cherise urged. “Make her drink it!”

Lumina found she had not lost her capacity to be shocked, after
all. “No!” she whispered, feeling herself turn even paler. The
forced sex was bad enough, but there was no way she was going to
serve as a human toilet!

Evie gave an evil grin and nodded to Cherise as she squatted over
the blonde’s pale face.

“That’s it!” Janine shouted. “Out! All of you! Get out!”

Lumina had never been so relieved in her life! There were
surprised cries of protest and a few challenges from Evie for
Janine to “make them,” but eventually they all reluctantly
dressed and filed out.

No longer pinned by the lascivious lesbians, Lumina curled up in
a ball and burst into tears, consumed by sexual tension, shame,
and humiliation – both at having been used like that and because
part of her had been *so* aroused by it. Even now, her pussy was
leaking like a faucet and her inner thighs were slick with her
own juices. She clenched her legs together so her roommate
wouldn’t notice the shameful slickness between her legs.

Janine was gentle and apologetic as she helped her up.

“Oh Lumina,” she whispered, wrapping her in her robe and helping
her to her feet, “I am *so* sorry, baby girl! I should never have
let things go as far as they did! I should have stopped them.
It’s just that … in the beginning, I thought you *were* trying to
get us to jump you – I thought you were into that: Coming out all
naked and soft and sexy and flashing your body at us!” She
laughed.

“Then you starting babbling about pickles and I realized that
that was what I’d been smelling all night. I saw the bag you
pointed at and figured out roughly what must have happened and
that you must have just got caught in the bathroom with no
clothes when we came in.” She gave a wry grin.

“You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Though, how
you took a pickle bath I’ll never know!”

Despite what she had been through, Lumina regarded her roommate
in surprise. Her “street” dialect had disappeared! She spoke
perfect, educated English!”

“You … you can speak English!” Lumina blurted. “I mean … you
speak *well* If you can talk like that, why do you usually talk
“ghetto?” She flushed as she realized her word choice was
impolite, at best.

Janine grinned. “Yeah, it’s complicated,” she said softly. “I
talk that way to show pride in where I come from. I …” Janine
handed Lumina her glasses and stared at her intently. The black
woman’s eyes well with tears as she gently brushed the blonde’s
hair with her hand.

“It’s OK,” Lumina said softly, with a strained smile. “You didn’t
know. And if it weren’t for you …”

“It’s just …” Janine stammered, whispering huskily, “seeing you
like this … so bright … so *beautiful* …like a star!” She snapped
her mouth shut, aware she had revealed too much. Her heart leapt
in her throat at this unexpected compliment. Had her dusky
lesbian roommate just admitted to finding her … attractive?!?

Why did she feel so exhilarated to hear this?

Changing the topic, Janine ran a finger gently across Lumina’s
cheek. The pretty freshman could feel the trail her roommate
cleared and realized she must still sport the evidence of having
been slimed by two pussies. She probably reeked of ass, too,
though Cherise had seemed to have been quite clean.

“Let’s get you washed up, baby,” she whispered, gently helping
her up and leading her to the bathroom.

The white glare of the bathroom light almost blinded Lumina,
after the dim violet glow of the blacklight, but she was starting
to feel safe again. She put her glasses on the edge of the sink
again. Even though the young white girl was no longer glowing
under the blacklight, Janine didn’t seem to be able to take her
eyes from her.

Janine helped Lumina into the tiny shower, but the trembling
blonde found she couldn’t yet stand on her own – her legs were
shaking too badly to support her. Janine stripped off her own
clothes and squeezed in to prop her up. The shower was small for
one person, with two of them in there, they had to press together
closely to fit in and didn’t bother to draw the shower curtain.
The room was tiled, so they didn’t care if water sprayed out.
Lumina felt strange and hesitant feeling Janine’s warm, naked
body against hers, and was suddenly keenly aware of her own
nakedness. But her roommate was kind and attentive and Lumina
soon forgot all about it.

Janine turned the handle and a gush of cold, cleansing water
sprayed over both of them. At this moment, the events of the
night came rushing back and hit Lumina hard; She felt weak, used,
and dirty, wondering if this had all somehow been her fault. She
leaned heavily against her roommate, grateful for her strength
and support. The water slowly warmed and Janine grabbed the bar
of soap and began gently lathering the trembling white girl. The
younger girl wrapped both arms around her roommate’s shoulders
and neck and rested her head against Janine’s chest, gratefully
leaning against her for support.

Lumina almost purred with pleasure as the black woman’s strong,
soapy hands gently ran up and down her back. She closed her eyes
and enjoyed the sensations, no longer thinking about sexual
overtones. After a while, Lumina regained her feet, but let her
roommate continue her ministrations.

Janine turned Lumina to face away from her and then wrapped one
arm around her, pressing their wet bodies together as she
continued to suds the white girl with her other hand. Lumina
could swear she felt the black woman’s stiff, slippery nipples
poking into her shoulder blades and her poor pussy throbbed
unexpectedly in response, startling her. What was wrong with her?
Was lesbianism contagious? Why was her body responding to her
roommate’s? With an effort, she ignored the erotic sensations.

Lumina lost herself to Janine’s pleasurable soapy caresses. she
don’t know how much time passed, but eventually her fogged brain
became aware that the black woman’s lathering hand seemed to be
focusing primarily on the white girl’s large boobs.

But it felt so good.

Lumina blissfully ignored this, and let her continue.

The arm around her waist moved to wrap itself around her chest,
one hand cupping her breast. Slowly the other sudsy hand made its
way south, soaping the white girl’s pale belly, as it meandered
further down.

Finally, her hand paused. Her fingertips traced slow circles
along the blonde border of the white girl’s pubic hair. On each
downstroke, the fingertips would *just* brush a little over that
border, as if wanting to go further but hesitant as to how such
an advance would be received.

Lumina found herself overcome with feelings of love and pent-up
lust. Slowly, but deliberately, she widened her stance.

Janine’s mouth was close to the white girl’s ear, so Lumina heard
the sharp intake of breath at her meaningful shift of position.
She felt the black woman’s thick, sensuous lips descend onto her
neck, kissing her. The white girl bent her head to the side to
give her better access and her roommate’s insistent lips sealed
on her tender, white flesh and began sucking. Part of her
thrilled to the idea of being marked by her roommate’s love bite.
The black woman’s other questing hand, emboldened, pushed past
the border of the blonde’s pubic hair and found her pussy. Janine
cupped the white girl’s sex in her palm and Lumina gave a soft
moan of arousal. The black woman began tracing her fingertips
gently along the white girl’s slick, fevered labia.

A loud moan escaped the trembling blonde’s lips as the black
woman’s fingers parted her nether lips, leaving trails of fiery
pleasure in their wake as they probed deeper. Her roommate never
penetrated her, but continued to slide her fingertips up and down
along the white girl’s slippery slit.

When Janine’s talented fingers found the blonde’s clit, stiff and
aching with need, Lumina leaned back and grabbed her roommate’s
head, forcing the black woman’s face over hers for a deep,
passionate kiss. Janine’s tongue slid into Lumina’s mouth and it
felt even better than Barb’s had! At that moment, Lumina would
have done anything to please her beloved roommate. She opened her
mouth wide to allow the black woman better access as her thick
tongue swabbed her mouth and throat. She extended her own tongue
and felt Janine’s begin a sensual dance with it, sucking it in
and dominating it. Their lips pressed tightly against one
another, sealing their open mouths together. The bigger woman
tongue-fucked Lumina’s tingling mouth even as the black woman’s
finger continued skillfully rubbing the younger girl’s tingling
love-nub.

Before Lumina knew it, for the first time in her life, someone
was making her climax!

She had never felt sensations like this – not even when she’d
pleasured herself! Janine pressed her mouth down hard over the
young blonde’s and rammed her tongue almost down the white girl’s
throat. The black woman’s fingertips were pressing down on the
white girl’s clit and rubbing as if she were trying to scrub out
a stubborn stain. The overwhelmed blonde cried, out – the sound
lost in the confines of her dark dominator’s mouth – and her pale
legs gave out as her entire body shook under the crashing waves
of an ecstatic orgasm. Lumina would have fallen had her dark
lover not been holding her up.

Janine kept rubbing the white girl’s throbbing clit, riding her
as she crested. She continuing riding her pale lover as the white
girl started coming back down. The black woman slowed her pace as
the waves of pleasure wracked the spasming blonde and then slowly
began to recede from her overcome body. Janine expertly gauged
exactly how much pressure to apply for where Lumina was as the
climax passed through her.

The triumphant black woman withdrew her fingers and her white
conquest turned to fiercely embrace her, kissing her with an
almost savage passion, this time face-to-face. Lumina clung to
her roommate, mashing their breasts together, unwilling to allow
even a nanometer of space between their wet, tightly pressed
bodies – unwilling to have their lips part for even the briefest
moment. The love-struck blonde wanted to press herself right into
her roommate’s beautiful dark body and become one with her ... to
lose herself in this beautiful black woman. Lumina relished the
slick softness of her lover’s dark, wet skin against hers and,
for the first time in her life, realized that she’d love to be
owned by another woman and spend the rest of her life with her.

After a while, they reluctantly broke their kiss. The younger
girl gazed up into her roommate’s eyes, completely smitten with
love. Nobody had ever made her feel as Janine had! Her roommate’s
dark face was flushed and her breathing was heavy and ragged as
Lumina hugged her close. Concerned, Lumina asked if she were
feeling OK.

“I’m fine, baby,” Janine groaned, eyes closing as the young
blonde kissed and suckled her neck.

But Lumina knew she wasn’t “fine.” She started to press the
issue, when the cause of her roommate’s distress hit her. She
felt like such a dolt! Janine had watched her white roommate get
forcibly facesat by three of her friends; had a sensuous shower
with her, washing every inch of her pale body; and then fingered
her to an explosive climax … and in all this time, Janine had
never achieved any release of her own! Janine was suffering from
prolonged, unrequited sexual arousal!

Lumina felt like a selfish little bitch.

She kissed her roommate gently on the lips.

“Let her take care of you,” she whispered.

Hope and anticipation flared in the black woman’s eyes.

“You don’t have to,” she said, unconvincingly.

“I want to,” the pretty blonde whispered, gently kissing her
roommate’s dark cleavage. The white girl suckled the bigger
woman’s dark, slightly pointy nipples, marveling at how they
appeared almost black against her roommate’s dark brown skin.
Then she slowly sank to her knees, letting her tongue trail down
her lover’s dark, damp body as she descended. Janine leaned
heavily against the shower wall as the young blonde nuzzled her
pale face into the lush, dark fur between her legs. The black
woman’s foot came to rest on the white girl’s shoulder as she
spread herself to give her access.

Lumina took a second to gaze at her roommate’s beautiful, exotic,
dark pussy – her mottled pink lips puffy and glistening with
desire. She had never seen another woman’s sex so close before,
much less a black woman’s, and found it fascinating! Lumina
wondered if she looked that incredible and desirable, down there.
The blonde felt the black woman’s hand on the back of her head as
her roommate gently forced her pale face forward.

The white girl pressed her face into the black woman’s crotch and
kissed her sex, relishing the taste on her lips. She breathed in
her lover’s musky scent and it made her head spin with arousal.
Slowly, the blonde parted the black woman’s labia with her tongue
and began licking. She soon lost herself, licking and sucking,
completely immersed in the black woman’s beautiful pussy.
Lumina’s arms pressed against the back of her lover’s dark
thighs, forcing her crotch hard into the white girl’s face. Her
hands gripped her roommate’s curvaceous, sienna ass tight enough
that her pale clutching fingers sunk into the older woman’s dusky
flesh.

Lumina had never gone down on a woman before. She didn’t really
know what she was doing was sure she was bumbling along. But
whatever she did, it was enough for Janine. Lumina felt the black
woman’s ass tighten in her grip and knew Janine had started to
climax. Acting on impulse, the kneeling blonde caught her
roommate’s erect clit in her pursed lips and sucked hard.

Evidently, this was just what the black woman needed to ratchet
up a great orgasm into a truly mind-blowing orgasm. Janine
screamed with pleasure and grabbed the blonde’s head with both
hands, mashing her pussy hard against the white girl’s pretty
face. Lumina lost her suction on her lover’s clit, but Janine had
now taken over, furiously humping the white girl’s face in a true
sexual frenzy. Lumina knelt there and let her, pleased with the
knowledge that it had been she who was responsible for such
sexual pleasure. The black woman came hard on the kneeling
blonde’s face, smothering her with a long, shuddering climax.

They dried off and retreated to the tiny bedroom, where they fell
asleep in Janine’s bed. They slept in each other’s arms with
smiles on their faces and didn’t wake up until past noon the next
day. Lumina had purposely refrained from washing her face again,
relishing her roommate’s scent on her, which seemed to have
seeped into the white girl’s very pores by morning.

They became lovers and Lumina cherished their time together.
Janine never saw her friends again for the remainder of the
school year and Lumina assumed her roommate had broken off the
relationships as a result of their abuse of her, that night.

Lumina figured that after Janine and she left school, they’d move
in together, and continue their lives in emotional and sexual
bliss. Only one thing complicated her romantic day-dreams …

She occasionally found herself fantasizing about the night the
other women had taken her.

Every now and then, she dreamed of lusting, dominant black women
holding her down and roughly using her for their sexual pleasure.
She’d sometimes daydream about the feel of hot, wet pussies and
dark, smothering asses pressing heavily on her face as unseen
anonymous women lustily rubbed themselves on whatever part of her
body they could reach, using her for their sexual satisfaction.

More and more frequently, she’d remember the soaring arousal she
had felt forced on her. Had Cherise been right about her? Did she
secretly want to be roughed up and forced into lesbian sex? This
was a difficult line of thought, because even though she was
madly in love with her roommate and was going down on her every
day, she had not yet acknowledged that she was a lesbian.

One evening, as she and Janine were about to couple in their
favorite 69 position, she found herself blurting out an unusual
request.

“Sit on my face,” Lumina begged.

Janine looked at her in surprise.

“You sure, baby?” she asked. “I thought you didn’t like that.”

Neither of them ever made mention of “that night.”

Mouth dry, the pretty blonde nodded and lay on her back.

“I’m sure,” she whispered.

Her roommate mounted her and Lumina was in heaven. But only for a
moment. The delicious pressure on her face eased as her pussy
lifted slightly when Janine leaned down to reciprocate.

“No,” the embarrassed blonde pleaded. “Could you … just … use
your hand?” She could feel her cheeks burn with shame from asking
for such perverse treatment. “I want to feel your full weight on
my face. I want you to …”  Her face burned with humiliation for
admitting it, but her pussy burned even hotter with lust. She had
to say it.

“I want you to smother me,” the aroused blonde whispered.
“Dominate me.”

“OK, baby,” Janine said dubiously, sitting upright again and
pressing her wet, thick-lipped pussy back over her docile
roommate’s mouth. The white girl’s nose nestled in the cleft of
her roommate’s big, dark ass cheeks and the blonde contentedly
lapped the black woman’s sopping cunt. Her roommate reached down
and began jilling Lumina off.

The dominated blonde was in absolute heaven!

“You really like that, don’t you!” Janine laughed, giving her
ample ass a wriggle. Lumina grunted an affirmative reply, muffled
by her roommate’s crotch, which was pressing down over her mouth.
Janine spread her legs a little wider, moving them to pin the
white girl’s arms to the floor as well as removing the weight
support of her knees. This allowed the black woman’s full weight
to come to rest on the white girl’s face. Lumina was momentarily
startled, but found she loved the extra pressure and the
helplessness of this new position. The blonde gyrated her pelvis
in shameless abandon as the black woman fingered her clit.

“Cherise was right about you, wasn’t she?” Janine asked,
nonchalantly. Lumina froze in place, chastened. She had forgotten
about that, conveniently ignoring Cherise’s accusation from that
night.

“You like to be taken, don’t you,” Janine whispered, pressing her
crotch down harder and rubbing her slick pussy across the white
girl’s suddenly pensive face. “You like it when a woman forces
you to do things you secretly want to do but don’t have the guts
to ask for.” A flash of fear, shame, and arousal shot through the
pinned blonde.

Her roommate lifted up slightly to grab both of the white girl’s
legs and tuck them under her arms. When the black woman sat back,
it was no longer her pussy on the blonde’s mouth, but her full,
dark ass. Lumina felt the bigger woman slide a finger inside her
– the first time the older woman had ever penetrated her. The
first time the younger girl had ever been penetrated by anything.
The sharp pain of her hymen breaking didn’t last, but the pain of
what was coming next would.

The black woman wriggled her ass again and the freshman’s pale
face slid further up her roommate’s dark ass crack until the
black woman’s tightly puckered asshole was pressing against the
blonde’s lips.

“Do it,” the black woman hissed, pushing down hard on her white
lover’s face, while keeping her legs spread wide. “Put your
tongue in my asshole, you dirty little white whore!”

Part of her was shocked and wondered what had happened to her
sweet Janine to cause such a change in personality. Lumina had
long suspected that Janine was, at heart, a hardcore top and
really enjoyed dishing out rough, dominant sex. Lumina had been
an anomaly for her – someone for whom Janine might have had some
degree of actual feelings. But with her deviant request for
domination, she had unwittingly given Janine permission to go
back to what she had always craved.

Lumina was torn. The part of her that was in love wanted to cry
at her roommate’s cruel words and demeaning treatment. But the
sexual part of her enjoyed the feeling of being so completely
dominated. The black woman’s full, round asscheeks engulfed the
white girl’s pretty face and were suffocating her, but Lumina
didn’t care. The pressure of her roommate’s full weight on the
blonde’s head was almost enough to make her pass out.

Or climax.

Lumina pressed her lips against her dominant lover’s tight dry
asshole in a long, lingering kiss, sealing her subjugation.

Then she began obediently probing the black woman with her
tongue. For her part, Janine seemed unable to believe her good
fortune – that Lumina was actually complying and not pitching an
emotional fit. Janine began masturbating furiously as the young
blonde tongued her asshole.

Lumina’s lungs were burning. Part of her began to panic as she
realized she was being smothered, but she knew her lover wouldn’t
let her die.

However, her lover *would* let her pass out, it turned out, at
least by accident.

Lumina awoke to find her roommate gently slapping her face, her
expression stricken with concern.

“You OK, baby?” the black woman asked. Lumina nodded and smiled.

“Did you climax?” she slurred, trying to clear her head. Janine
laughed.

“Like a fucking train,” she admitted. “Now it’s your turn.”

The black woman straddled her white lover’s face again, but this
time supported her own weight and fed the blonde her *pussy*
rather than her ass. She was quite gentle. Lumina climaxed under
her roommate’s skilled fingers, but found herself missing the
feel of the black woman’s full weight on her.

Their relationship subtly changed from that day on. There was no
more 69ing and no more “tender sex” or even Lumina going down on
her roommate from her knees. From that point on, it was Lumina
getting forcibly facesat and finger-fucked, every day. Janine
would ride her face as if she were at the rodeo, perfecting a
technique of long, slow sliding/grinding without ever losing
contact, then slowly building up speed and pressure until she was
pounding away at the young blonde’s face with her pelvis – all
the while giving her a furious finger-fucking. This never failed
to make both of them climax hard – Lumina usually succumbed first
and Janine would continue to ride her face to finish off, as the
white girl desperately tried to catch a stray breath whenever her
black lover bucked.

About twice each quarter Janine would get especially mean with
the trash talk and force the reluctant blonde to eat her dark ass
as she jilled off, but the black woman never smothered Lumina to
the point of passing out again.

But most of the time it wasn’t too demeaning and the rest of her
freshman school year passed in a blissful haze of love and lust
as Lumina let her dusky lover use her every day for their mutual
pleasure, in whatever way she desired.

Eventually, it came to an end. As they prepared to take their
final exams and depart for the summer, Lumina suddenly realized
that while she was going to be coming back next year; Janine
would be graduating at the end of the quarter. The love-stricken
blonde begged her roommate to give her her phone number, but
Janine said she wanted to wait until she had a place of her own.
Lumina gave Janine her phone number, but the black woman never
called.

When school started again next Autumn and Janine still hadn’t
called, Lumina was heartbroken. She finally had to accept the
fact that Janine may have cared for her a little, in her own way,
but she had never really loved her as she had loved Janine.
Ultimately, she had been a convenient fuck-toy for Janine to use
during her last year at University.

Lumina still hadn’t acknowledged that she was now aroused by
submissive interracial lesbian sex; but her fevered fantasies
about being roughly taken by dominant black women, who would
force her to service them, increased dramatically. She found
herself jilling off to these fantasies several timers a day,
sometimes in the ladies’ room, between classes.

That encounter with Janine’s friends and those blissful remaining
months with Janine had changed Lumina forever and would start her
down a long and delightfully twisted path of sexual exploration
and discovery
