girls kiss

It was late at night and I had just opened the door to my apartment when I felt someone push me from behind. Not expecting this, I fell onto my knees and hands. Before I could even turn my head to see who had pushed me, I felt a warm hand under my skirt and on my bare ass. I gasped in horror at the thought of a rapist who had come to take advantage of me. But how could the man have known where I lived? I had no idea and that was the last of my concerns. I dared not move. The hand played a bit with my rear end, before pulling away. I quickly shot a glance over my shoulder and I gasped as I realised it wasn’t a man, but actually a woman. She had long blonde hair, which fell down to her shoulders. She had a very short white skirt which almost showed her butt. She also wore a short top tank which by its appearance stopped right under her breasts.

I wasn’t sure of this last affirmation, for she had her back to me. I looked her up and down as she closed the door and turned the lock. She slowly turned around and that’s when I recognised her; it was a young woman I had met at the bar. She had seemed very interested in me, which is a rather unusual thing for young women as her, for I must say I am one of the hottest women in the area. This usually causes other women to dislike me, for all the guys are after me. Once I had finally decided to leave, she had insisted on coming over to my place to talk some more, but I had politely refused. Obviously, she had not liked this rejection of mine. “Angela What are you doing here? I stuttered. “I don’t like to rejected! she said in a firm and somewhat scary voice. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know! “Obviously you didn’t, but that’s not the point. I will forget all about it if you do something for me! she said with an ominous smile. “What? I asked, not quite sure what she had in mind. “You’ll see! she simply said as she walked up to me and gave me a hand to get up.

I tried standing up, but wasn’t able to, for I had twisted my ankle during the fall. She passed one of her arms under my shoulder and helped me to my bed. We quickly reached it and she helped me sit down. She stood in front of me for a few seconds; studying me. I was wearing a miniskirt, which just like hers, barely covered my rear end. I too was wearing a short tank top with no braw under it. Even though I had c-cupped breasts, they did not sag at all. I am one of those few women whose large breasts stay up and erect all time of the day. My shoulder-long hair was a goldish blonde colour, and my emerald green eyes looked away, embarrassed, as I was being studied. This examination only lasted a few seconds, even though it seemed more like interminable minutes to me.

“You’re very pretty! she observed as she finished checking me up. “Thank you! I shyly muttered. “Any time! she said as she walked up to the bed and gently pushed me back as to lay me down onto the bed. She lay on top of me, our boobs touching each other. I was petrified; I dared not move. She plunged her blue gaze into mine and slowly lowered her head towards mine. Before I could understand what was happening, her tongue was dancing inside my mouth, exploring every inch of it. I was frozen there, unable, or too scared to move. After what seemed like and hour to me, she finally pulled away and smiled at me. “You taste good honey! She said as she slowly started rubbing my boobs through my tank top. All of a sudden, I reacted. I quickly pushed her away, jumped down from the bed and started running. Unfortunately, because of my ankle, I only made it a meter before falling to the ground.

“Oh no you don’t! she said as she quickly walked up to me and threw me back onto the bed. Now, you stay here and be a good girl while I go get my bag! She quickly left the room and came back with a small black travelling bag. She threw the bag onto the bed and locked the door. “Just to make sure you don’t, go anywhere! she explained with a wink as she pulled something out of her bag. I immediately recognised it, even though I had never before seen one; it was a very long and very large strapon. I watched in horror as she strapped it on. Then, she took out a pot of Vaseline and lubricated the strapon. Once this was done, she walked up to the bed.

“No, please don’t! I begged. She ignored me and roughly grabbed my waist and pulled me towards her. I struggled and finally managed to push her away. She didn’t bother trying again; instead, she walked up to her bag and pulled out a roll of duck tape. She walked back towards me, the strapon swinging from side to side as she walked. She grabbed my hands and quickly taped them together. Then, once more, she grabbed my waist and pulled me towards her, so I was on all fours. She knelt behind me and spread my legs apart. I didn’t resist; I knew it was no use. I gasped as I felt the tip of the toy touch my anus. She quickly thrust it in. I yelled in a mixture of pain and pleasure. I felt like my ass hole was being ripped apart, but I also enjoyed the new feeling. She pulled it back out, before reinserting it. She started over and over, each time going a bit faster than the first. Soon, she was pumping me so fast I had the impression I would explode. She continued for a while, and then pulled it out, before reinserting it in my pussy. I gasped in pleasure at the feeling of this familiar sensation. She started pumping me again, only this time, I was enjoying it. It took only a few minutes before I had the most intense orgasm of my life. I yelled out in pleasure as an impressive load of pussy juices flowed out of me. I crumbled onto the bed, out of breath. I was almost asleep when I felt something hard and cold inside me again, I looked around and gasped in a mixture of anticipation and despair when I realised she had started pumping me again. I quickly got another orgasm, then another, and another. After the third time, I was enjoying myself so much that Angela decided to untie me.

After about five orgasms or so, I took her place and pumped her to. We spent all the night having sex. It was early morning when she finally left. We had now become friends and had already planed another sex session. I would never have thought this, but I was not a real lesbian. Actually, I liked it so much that I promised myself to never have sex with another man.