Lesbian Nonconsensual

"Going somewhere?" she asked, undressing. She took one hand and pushed my shoulders back down.

"I-I-I..."

"My turn, honey."

Kendra spoke up: "Get some, Molly!"

I couldn't believe it. I had just endured what was easily the roughest sex of my life, worse than losing my virginity, and it wasn't over. This wasn't just a rape, it was a gangbang!

Molly was out of her clothes as quickly as Kendra had been, and as she stepped into the straps, I felt the van rock as Kendra, now dressed, stepped out and traded high-fives with her friends. I looked at all of them, imagining how much it was going to hurt to pull this train. Enduring one hard fucking was bad, I just couldn't imagine four more.

Before I knew it, Molly was on top of me. She was more feminine than Kendra, and even smelled nice. As she reached down to guide the dildo into me, I could hear Kendra telling her friends how she "banged the little firebox."

Molly leaned close and said, "Don't worry, honey. I'm not rough like Kendra. We've all been on the receiving end from her. I know how it hurts. This will be different."

It was. Molly actually eased the dildo into me. I relaxed a bit when I realized that she was much gentler than Kendra. She reached down for my breast and fondled it for a while, then ducked her head down and took my nipple into her mouth. After a couple minutes of that, which felt good, she brought her head back up to mine and, resuming her thrusts, started nibbling on my neck and earlobe.

I reached up and put my hands on her back, feeling her muscles flex with her thrusts. Her skin felt smooth and soft, unlike my boyfriend's. Her nibbling on my earlobe continued, and it put my face in position to inhale her scent, which though not perfume-y, was still feminine and pleasant.

Her hand was again on my breast, and her thrusts were beginning to feel pretty good. I moved my hand up and down her back all the way to her ass. I wasn't ready to touch that, yet, but I did caress the length of her back. Her thrusts picked up some speed, but instead of hurting, it felt good.

I put my other hand on her back and used both of them to caress her. Molly's nibbles on my ear became more insistent, and I lubricated more. She kissed up and down my face and I started breathing heavier. I wrapped my arms around her, wishing she'd go faster. As if reading my mind, Molly picked up the pace of her thrusts.

My eyes closed and I leaned my head back. Molly put her head down a bit and kissed my neck and chest. This was feeling good.

After a few wonderful minutes of this, I wanted it faster still, so I wrapped my legs around her and thrust back against the dildo.

"Look at her! She's getting off on it!"

I had forgotten about everything outside the van, our audience, the cold, everything. But I wasn't going to let them distract me from the moment. I reached down and put my hands on Molly's ass to encourage her to pick up speed, which she did.

Molly's breath was now ragged with exertion, and I could hear my own voice mimicking her breath. Molly went into high speed and I closed my eyes shut tight, completely blocking out all the light from outside. I thrust back against her as fast as I could, feeling the wonderful friction from every little curve and bump of the dildo. My legs squeezed her tightly, and I could feel every muscle in my body contract as I came for her.

As I came back down, I could feel Molly's weight on top of me and her breath in my ear, and I knew she could hear my panting in hers. I kissed her shoulder and caressed her back. For a moment, we weren't in a cold van in a deserted Michigan rest area with her friends, one of whom had raped me so roughly standing around, murmuring.

Eventually, though, reality intruded and the van rocked again as another one stepped in. Molly kissed me, and I was sorry to let her go, but if the next one was as good as she, it would be worth it. On the other hand, if the next was rough like Kendra, that would be bad.

Molly slipped out of the harness, and handed it to the next girl, who had apparently started undressing before she got into the van, because she was almost nude already. Molly leaned back in the back part of the van and rested. I was sorry she had to stop.

The new girl, name unknown, was firm, tattooed, and had a blond ponytail. She looked quite a bit like that ice skater, Tonya Harding. I'm not saying it was her. She just looked a lot like her.

"Tonya" was stepping out of her panties and into the harness when the lookout poked her head in the van. "Her friend's up!" I popped straight up, panicked. I could NOT let Angela see me like this!

I reached down to my ankle for my panties and tried to get my other foot into them. Kendra reached in and stopped me.

"Uh-uh. Those stay with me."

I looked at her in horror, but I knew that was how it was going to be. I let her take them from my ankle. I fastened my bra, and started on my blouse. Good thing Kendra hadn't ripped any of my clothing. I stuck just my head out of the van. Just as I did so, I saw Angela turn the corner in the sidewalk and head for the building.

I smoothed my skirt down and, without a look back at the van, tried to ease as quickly and quietly as I could toward the car. I didn't want Angela to hear me and look back. I figured if I was fast enough, I could reach the back seat, reach into my bag, grab the first pair of panties I could feel, and throw them on under my skirt before Angela came back. I'd have to work out a story for her, but one disaster at a time.

By the time I reached the car and looked back toward the building, through the glass I could see the lit interior, and Angela walking back toward the exit. She must have looked for me inside the ladies' room and, not finding me, started heading back. There was no way I could fish in my luggage for panties before she saw me. I jumped in the car, taking my place behind the wheel. I could feel the now-cold seat on my bare ass and pussy. I straightened my hair in the mirror and tried to look as nonchalant as possible.

Angela had reached the door and looked toward the car, and saw I was in it. She started back down the sidewalk toward the car. Kendra, Molly, and the rest watched her make her way back to me. I tried to use the time before she arrived to make up a story, but failed. She opened the door and slid in.

"Where were you? I woke up because of the cold and after a few minutes, I went in to find you."

"Oh, I had to use the bathroom."

"I went in there, and called you, and you weren't there. The place was empty."

I didn't reply. I started the engine and prepared to get out of there. I could feel my wetness against the seat, and I could smell it, too. I hoped Angela couldn't.

"How did you get past me? I went up the sidewalk to the building, and you weren't outside, and you weren't inside. How did you get from the building, past me, to the car, without me seeing you?"

"I don't know. I went to the bathroom, and when I came out, you were gone. About a minute later, you came out." I knew she wasn't buying it. I just didn't know how far she was going to push it. I put the car in gear and started to leave. I looked in the rearview mirror at the van and saw the girls watching us. Angela looked over her shoulder at the van.

Angela questioned me over the next several minutes, becoming exasperated at the obvious hole in my story, never accepting that we had somehow passed between the ladies' room in the building and the car. She finally stopped asking about it and fell asleep. I spent the next few hours reliving what had just happened to me, and remembering Molly's scent and the feel of her soft skin.

Angela never brought up the girls and the van, but I imagine she had her suspicions. This was 1986, and lesbian sex by military members was extremely verboten, not to mention the religious objections she had to it. She eventually stopped asking, but it was a very uncomfortable stay at her family's. By the time we left, Angela had stopped speaking to me, so I think she must've suspected something about me and the girls in the van. Angela and I had a silent ride home, and we were never friends again.

That was over twenty years ago. I'm married now, with children and a wonderful husband. I would never think of cheating on him, unless I bump into Molly again. Molly can have seconds any time she likes.