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Lesbian Stories
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Straight Female / 39
My First Lesbian Encounter
In my teens, there was a girl that frightened me. She was pretty aggressive and had a gang of equally unpleasant girls that acted as her bodyguards (not that she needed any). I had seen quite a few girls and the odd boy fall fowl of her; she once beat up a boy for no other reason than he supported the wrong football team. She was a large girl and quite muscular; her family also had the reputation of being real trouble. I always made sure I was on the right side of her and even occasionally hung out with her to make sure she knew I was a friend; secretly, though, I feared and hated her.
One of the popular girls organised a birthday house party; her parents were minted, and they had a huge house and garden. Most of the party was planned to take place in the garden; they even had a marque! I put on a dress that was bought for a relatives wedding; it was very adult but quite beautiful. When I walked into the party, I knew most of the lads were looking at me; however, I was dismayed to see the frightening girl there too, with a couple of her equally unpleasant gang.
I spoke to her, told her she looked nice (she didn’t) and shared a few jokes. I then lost sight of her as there must have been over a hundred people at the party. I got loads of attention from lads wanting to dance with me, and as a few that had been drinking copped a feel of my ass as we danced.
Later I had to go into the house to use one of the loos; I was alone waiting in the basement for the loo to become free. It was an unpleasant surprise when the slightly drunk scary girl came out of the toilet and, on seeing me, starts hugging me. She said that she had always fancied me and how pretty I looked in the dress. I was both flattered and horrified. I went into the loo, and she followed me in! I have peed in toilets with friends present, sometimes just for safety, but I felt very awkward with the girl there watching. I acted like nothing was wrong and raised my dress and lowered my underwear. Her eyes were all over me, and she continues telling me how pretty I look. I finish urinating, and she asks if it’s OK if she wipes me? I go from fearful to utterly mortified!! I want to say fuck off, but she is not the person to say no to. Anyway, she got some toilet paper, kneels in front of me, and asks me to raise my dress. She then starts wiping my pussy very slowly; I don’t think I’ve ever felt so frightened in my life.
Without asking, she then starts to lick my pussy; I tried to move her head away, but she grabbed me, and I couldn’t move. I release my dress, but she remained under it, having oral sex with me. I then feel a finger slide in me, and she flicks my clit with her tongue. I wanted somebody to knock on the door or something to happen to stop what was going on. She then slides a second and then a third finger into me; it was painful, to begin with.
Thankfully, she then releases me and gets up; however, she’s not finished and starts to full-on kiss me. Her hands go down the front of my dress, and she begins to quite roughly feel my breasts and squeeze my nipples. I could taste my pussy on her lips. Then, with her tongue in my mouth and my tits hanging out, she puts her hand up my dress and fingers me like never before. My bloody body then starts to enjoy what going on, and I could feel an orgasm building. She then kneels again, puts her head up my dress, and virtually eats my pussy; I came moaning and trembling.
It never happened again, and she steered clear of me after that; I think she was scared I would tell somebody what she had done. Later I started to fantasise about the events of that night. Although initially horrified, I did end up enjoying what happened. I remember rationalising that she didn’t have a cock (or at least I don‘t think she had one), so I would be OK.
To finish, she took my knickers off me and kept them that night. They were my favourite pair and bought them when I got the dress. I left the party not long after the incident; it was very odd walking around commando for the first time.
One of the popular girls organised a birthday house party; her parents were minted, and they had a huge house and garden. Most of the party was planned to take place in the garden; they even had a marque! I put on a dress that was bought for a relatives wedding; it was very adult but quite beautiful. When I walked into the party, I knew most of the lads were looking at me; however, I was dismayed to see the frightening girl there too, with a couple of her equally unpleasant gang.
I spoke to her, told her she looked nice (she didn’t) and shared a few jokes. I then lost sight of her as there must have been over a hundred people at the party. I got loads of attention from lads wanting to dance with me, and as a few that had been drinking copped a feel of my ass as we danced.
Later I had to go into the house to use one of the loos; I was alone waiting in the basement for the loo to become free. It was an unpleasant surprise when the slightly drunk scary girl came out of the toilet and, on seeing me, starts hugging me. She said that she had always fancied me and how pretty I looked in the dress. I was both flattered and horrified. I went into the loo, and she followed me in! I have peed in toilets with friends present, sometimes just for safety, but I felt very awkward with the girl there watching. I acted like nothing was wrong and raised my dress and lowered my underwear. Her eyes were all over me, and she continues telling me how pretty I look. I finish urinating, and she asks if it’s OK if she wipes me? I go from fearful to utterly mortified!! I want to say fuck off, but she is not the person to say no to. Anyway, she got some toilet paper, kneels in front of me, and asks me to raise my dress. She then starts wiping my pussy very slowly; I don’t think I’ve ever felt so frightened in my life.
Without asking, she then starts to lick my pussy; I tried to move her head away, but she grabbed me, and I couldn’t move. I release my dress, but she remained under it, having oral sex with me. I then feel a finger slide in me, and she flicks my clit with her tongue. I wanted somebody to knock on the door or something to happen to stop what was going on. She then slides a second and then a third finger into me; it was painful, to begin with.
Thankfully, she then releases me and gets up; however, she’s not finished and starts to full-on kiss me. Her hands go down the front of my dress, and she begins to quite roughly feel my breasts and squeeze my nipples. I could taste my pussy on her lips. Then, with her tongue in my mouth and my tits hanging out, she puts her hand up my dress and fingers me like never before. My bloody body then starts to enjoy what going on, and I could feel an orgasm building. She then kneels again, puts her head up my dress, and virtually eats my pussy; I came moaning and trembling.
It never happened again, and she steered clear of me after that; I think she was scared I would tell somebody what she had done. Later I started to fantasise about the events of that night. Although initially horrified, I did end up enjoying what happened. I remember rationalising that she didn’t have a cock (or at least I don‘t think she had one), so I would be OK.
To finish, she took my knickers off me and kept them that night. They were my favourite pair and bought them when I got the dress. I left the party not long after the incident; it was very odd walking around commando for the first time.
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Rothco / June 24, 2021
