Chapter 2

Cynthia gasps as Robert’s cock slowly penetrates her from behind. She kneels on the couch. Her elbows resting on the armrest. Her big tits dangled down, her small tee had been pulled up so he could easily play with them. Her shorts lay on the floor where Rob had casually tossed them.

Last night was the second time they had sex. Now this was the second time today. Just like the last two times, her need, her lust, controlled her body. Forcing her to submit to her roommate, regardless of the fact that she was a lesbian.

And what was a lesbian that craved cock? Cindy didn’t know. All she knew was that she couldn’t deny it.

Her tits slapped together as her body shook to Robert’s thrusts. Shivers of pleasure ran from her well pounded twat to the tip of her scalp. She moaned her bliss at the still unfamiliar cock thrusting inside her.

In this moment it didn’t matter that she was a lesbian. That she was attracted to women. For now, the cock was her master. The dictator of her pleasure.

“Oooh! Yes! Yes!” She gasped as yet another strong orgasm washed over her. Robert slaps her cute round ass as she cums. Enjoying the feeling of control over his roommate.

As she collapses against the arm of the couch he grunts his own orgasm. Filling her with his hot seed. He grabs her long red hair, forcefully pulling her head up. He nips at her neck as he pumps every last drop into her trembling body.

“That was amazing Cindy.” He says pulling his softening cock out. All she can do is gasp, and moan at the empty feeling inside.

A few days later, Cynthia found herself chatting up a cute blonde in her poly-sci class. She actually preferred brunettes, but Amanda was attractive and busty. And not afraid to show off what she had.

Cindy needed to spend a night with a woman. To feel another girl’s soft yearning physique pressed against hers. Not Robert’s rough, demanding body. His big hard...

They agreed to meet at the club that night. The redhead excited to go out again. To be who she truly was.

She had on pink, skintight pants. The sides of which were sheer lace from ankle to waist. Showing that she wore no panties. She also had a matching pink silk top. It was basically a bralette. Leaving her midriff exposed and barely holding in her big breasts.

The music was loud and erotic. The place was packed, even on a Wednesday night. She found Amanda toward the back. Wearing a short skirt and button up shirt, open to her navel.

Smiling, the two girls enjoyed a drink. Then the blonde pulled her out on the dance floor.

Their bodies swaying together in time to the music. Their rhythm slowly matching as they dance. The two young lesbians savoring each other. Looks, scent, movement they drink each other in.

Soon hands start tentatively exploring. Caressing wrists. Dancing up arms. Fingers entwining.

Amanda steps closer, their big breasts mashing together. Her hand slips behind Cindy’s neck pulling her close. There is an electric thrill when their lips touch.

Cynthia enjoys the way the blonde is taking command. Glad that she isn’t Robert. Glad to be out with a woman.

As their tongues do their own dance, Amanda’s hands move down the redhead’s back. Causing delightful shivers as delicate fingers dance down her spine.

Cynthia’s own hands move inside the other girl’s shirt. Caressing their way around her midriff. Well below the woman’s red lace bra and her big tits.

Their kiss seems never ending as Amanda squeezes Cynthia’s ass. Her pussy tingles excitedly. Ready to take things to the next step.

Their kiss finally breaks. The two lesbians gazing deep into each other’s eyes. The crowd around them forgotten.

Cynthia bites her lip and smiles. Demurely looking at the blond through her eyelashes. The signal clear. She belonged to Amanda for the night.

Before, her lovemaking would always be on a mostly even level. But tonight Cynthia needed to be taken. She could feel it. A strange lust like she had never known before that first night with Robert.

Amanda swats the redhead’s ass through her pink pants. Grinning when the coed’s only response is to push her body closer.

“Let’s go back to your place.” Amanda whispers in the redhead’s ear. Nipping at her earlobe.

They leave, and soon find themselves at the apartment. Robert seemed to be out, Cynthia notices.

She leads Amanda to her room, but before she can open the door the blonde shoves her up against it. Cynthia’s hands are pushed above her head, her palms against the wood. Her tits mashed against the door.

“My ... my roommate could be home any minute.” She gasps.

“Then she’ll find you’re a lot kinkier than you let on. Won’t she?” The blond taunts. One hand pulling long red hair. The other sharply swatting Cynthia’s cute ass.

Unlike when Rob spanked her, there was no pleasurable cock as a counterpoint to the pain. Just the sting as the blonde vigorously swats.

Yet Cynthia’s body responds to the unwarranted punishment. Tingling with excitement at the pain. She yips with each strike. Her pussy throbbing and yearning.

Amanda grabs the waistband of Cindy’s pink pants. The submissive girl gasps when they are yanked down. Exposing her bare ass and wet cunt.

“Looks like my bit of Candy likes to be punished.” The blonde murmurs in Cindy’s ear. Her hand sliding down a pale ass. Fingers sliding between clenched thighs. Rubbing the girl’s wet pussy.

Amanda kneels down and grabs Cynthia’s knees. Pushing her legs apart. Swatting the insides of her thighs when she doesn’t spread wide enough.

Cynthia moans loudly, her cheek pressing against the wood of her door, as the blonde licks her soft wet peach. Delighting in the feel of the other girl’s tongue pressing deep inside.

Not filling her like Robert’s cock, but this is so much better. Isn’t it?

The sharp scent of the wood in her face, Cindy’s eyes go wide. Feminine fingers spread her asscheeks apart. One begins to lightly circle her sensitive anus.

Instead of protesting, she lets the blonde do as she wishes with her submissive body. She groans when the finger dips into her wet cunt then presses against her anal bud. Parting it like a reluctant flower. Cynthia’s ass is penetrated for the first time.

The door shakes in its frame as Cindy’s body shudders. Her orgasm skipping a couple steps and surging through her immediately. She lets out a strange low moan, and grinds her tits against the door.

Slowly, excruciatingly, she comes down from her orgasm. Collapsing in a heap at the blonde’s feet.

“My turn, you little whore.” Amanda commands. Pushing against one of the redhead’s tits with her red, high heel pump.

Cynthia shivers, strangely excited by being called a whore.

Later, Cynthia hears Robert come home. She lays on her back on the bed. Totally nude.

Amanda sits on her face and grinds. Slapping the redhead’s big tits and pinching her sore nipples.

Cynthia eagerly and obediently laps up the other girl’s pussy. Happy as the blonde comes again and again.

“I don’t know that I’d do it again.” Cynthia says the next day. Snuggled close to Estley on the coffee shop couch.

“Sounds like you liked it though.” The Asian woman says.

Cindy nods, sipping her mug. “Yeah. That’s not who I am though.”

“Are you sure,” The older woman asks with a pointed look.

“This is Hannah.” Robert was introducing the cute little brunette that he’d had over a few times.

“Nice to meet you.” Cynthia gives the girl a friendly smile. Hannah was very cute. Short, maybe just over five feet. Thin with perky B-cup tits. A short pixie cut framing her cute face. And from the looks of things not wearing a bra tonight. Cindy could make out the dark of the girl’s areola through the thin t-shirt.

The three spent a little time talking about classes. It was obvious to Cindy that the shorter girl was impatient to take things to the bedroom. She couldn’t blame her.

It had been a few days since her night with Amanda. She was slowly starting to feel the need for Rob’s dick again. The kinky fuck with the blonde seemed to have taken the edge off. For a bit.

The couple soon retire to Robert’s room. It isn’t long before Cynthia can hear the brunette gasping and moaning in pleasure. From the sound of things Hannah was really enjoying herself.

Her own lust rising, Cynthia goes to her room. Leaving the door open so she can hear the couple fucking. She quickly sheds her clothes.

Laying on her bed she pulls out the dildo she had ordered. She slathers it with lube. Then she spreads her thighs for the inanimate lover.

With Hannah’s cries in the background, Cindy slowly pushes the fake cock up her love canal. She groans with the sensation of the intruder spreading her apart. Of it penetrating her.

She pushes it deep. Deeper than she could before. She takes nearly the whole thing before she has to stop. Gasping and whimpering with her lust.

She holds it there. Just relishing the feeling of being filled up.

Slowly she begins pushing the dildo in and out. Eventually an orgasm starts building. Almost as if her body is reluctant to be pleasured by this toy.

By the time she does cum the other couple have already started round two.

Cynthia lays there. Alone on her bed. Her juices leaking onto her sheets. Tired and not even close to satisfied.

Cynthia really enjoyed going to the campus LGBTQ meetings. The group was so inclusive. So nice. Like her, it was basically the first time in their lives most of them could truly be themselves.

It was Tuesday evening and there was a large turnout. They were planning an upcoming rally at the end of the month. It seemed like everyone wanted to be involved.

After the meeting she found herself crafting little rainbow flags with a couple girls at one of the tables.

She had met Jen and Noel before. They were partners and very friendly.

As the trio discussed the upcoming rally Cynthia began to feel like they were probing her. At first she thought they wanted her to volunteer for something at the rally.

When Noel’s hand lightly landed on the back of her own, Cynthia realized they were flirting. A bit clumsily, but sweetly.

“What are the two of you doing after this.” She asked the lesbian couple.

Jen smiles and answers, “We were planning on having a glass of wine at home. If you’re interested we’d love to have you.” She blushes at her own, unintentional double entendre.

“I’d love to.” The redhead smiles at the couple. She had never been part of a threesome. It had always seemed like something people in Hollywood did. Now though, the thought of it excited her.

They take her to their apartment. A corner loft above a small restaurant.

Noel pours glasses of wine. Then they all sit on the couch, close together. Cynthia between the two young lesbians.

As they drink and talk the woman touch the redhead more and more. Hands brushing her shoulders, squeezing her wrist, resting on her thigh.

When Jen’s fingers brush the back of Cynthia’s hand, the redhead turns. Their eyes locking.

Cindy leans forward and finds Jen’s welcoming lips. She caresses the other girl’s cheek with her hand. Happy to share a tender moment with another woman. Eager to share the pleasure and joy of their lovemaking.

Yet, at the back of her mind is the thought of Robert and his hard cock.

Noel’s hands reach around and under Cindy’s shirt. Fingertips trailing their way up her tummy. Hands coming to rest on the redhead’s big breasts. Squeezing the magnificent orbs through her lace bra.

Jen finally breaks off their kiss. She smiles as she lightly turns Cindy’s face toward her partner. The girls pull the redhead’s shirt off. Then Jen unhooks the lacy bra, letting Cynthia’s big tits free.

As she kisses Noel, the lesbian couple both delight in playing with Cynthia’s big breasts. Both girls were C-cups at best. Cindy moaned as they both enjoyed the opportunity to experience something bigger.

Cynthia pulls Noel’s shirt up and squeezes the girl’s somewhat smaller tits. The sensations from her massive orbs as the couple plays with her pushing her closer and closer to orgasm.

The couple stand, pulling Cynthia to her feet. They lead her to the big bed. Set in the corner behind a pair of screens. Shedding clothes as they go.

The trio spend some more time taking turns making out. Naked on the bed. Hands, fingers and tongues exploring young nubile bodies.

Soon Cynthia moans as she lies on her back. Noel sits and grinds on the redhead’s face. Cynthia’s tongue licking deep in her wet peach.