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 ======================= 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