Lesbian Forced Orgasm on the Drunk Girl

Story told by a cousin of mine about the times she fucked *Most call it rape*a sleeping drunk girl. When she was only 19. That was how she knew she liked girls.

Hi everyone! I just want to say quickly, that I do publish under Alex Max name over at Archive of Our Own if you want to check out those works. They are all new and still being updated and worked on, so I need some more time with those until they're fully done.
Hope you like this one... It's pretty messy and a bit all over the place, since that's how she delivered it to me as I recall. It is fucked up but also later on, when thinking back on it, it was really fuckin' hot...

Alisia Moore, that is me, all of nineteen and feeling the weight of the world on her shoulders. I have been working hard to keep my toned frame, my strong abs a testament to the hours she had spent at the gym and in the pool.

That night, I was at a bar. I was celebrating with Uncle Daren on his recent retirement from the Air Force of the last 25 years. It was a career for him and a long, winding road.
While at the bar, that was when I saw her.
Tia Sacofola, all of twenty-three, a very slim, petite beauty with long dark hair and a tanned complexion from the summer heat.
And wasted.
I could tell she was into me, before she was drunk, but problem with that, I was not drunk.

But then, when my uncle went to the bar to grab some drink orders... That third look was all it took.

I just flirted a bit. Just making it noticeable enough that I liked her and wanted her, but didn't want to be pushy.
I barely touched her, and something shifted. I feel a fleeting attraction to her, a wanting to taste her, to feel her soft, warm skin against my own. To taste her sweetness.
To look at and see her overall trim, muscular body, the result of being a collegiate swimmer.

"Hey, you," She said to me. Totally slurred and I knew I had to be careful.
I knew nobody would suspect a younger woman, of only 19, being a predator, but there were plenty of female teachers, educators, and coaches in this lovely state of Indiana who did worse with their own underage students.

Tia turned to me, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire and quite possibly serious alcohol. "Hey, yo-yourself," she replies, her words slurred.
I took her hand firmly and introduced myself, "My name's Alisia."
She nodded and said, slurred, "Oh, I know you. We've met once at a party."
She thought to herself, *Yes. Yes we have. You don't remember that time either, do you, sweet pie?*
I asked her softly, "Do you want to go somewhere a bit more quiet. I want to talk to you."
Tia lazily smiled and nodded.

I took her hand, her looking down at it with a drunken question on her face, and then I lead her to the bathroom. She asked, giggling drunkenly, "What's this all about?"
Once inside, I asked, "Would you like to come back to my apartment with me? I rent it with my uncle, but I have my own room with a lock on it."
Tia just drunkenly smiled and said, "Yeah. Sure."

Unfortunately, a minute went by, them just talking about the logistics of how to ditch their individual parties, when Tia's good friend Melina, who was a brown-skinned Hispanic, Columbian or Honduran if I recall it, walked in.
She did not seem nearly as drunk as Tia. Maybe just a bit tipsy. So, she knew what I was trying to do. I really was only thinking about getting her back home and tearing those clothes off. Watching those tight, small breasts jiggle and that muscular, toned bubbly ass.
They all froze and then Tia drunkenly walked to her and hugged her, saying, "I'm just gonna ride home early with Alisia here. She's gonna show me her house."
The woman, who was fresh-faced and pretty herself, said, "Oh... Is that right?"
The woman gave Alisia a pointed stare, as if warning her to defend herself, and Alisia just shrugged and said, "Hey. I only meant that because she wanted to come home with me and said she'd like that."
"Uh huh." The woman said nodding slowly. "Well, I can take her home. I know where she lives."
Alisia was about to step forward and blast the woman for trying to blue ball her, but Tia jumped in and said, "I've fucked her before, Mel. You forget that? You're just jealous."
Melina then shrugged and said, "You weren't drunk for that. You are fuckin' plastered right now."
Tia sighed and walked out but not before turning back and saying, "Fuck off, Mel. I get
to fuck all I want, sober or wasted."

Melina threw up her hands in surrender and said, "Fuck it, fine. Do whatever you want."
Then walked out. Leaving them alone again.

I just shrugged and said, "Well, if you don't want to... We can just leave."
Tia looked at her and said, sloppily, "Yeah, I think I want to go."

Tia texted her friends sloppily that she'd be leaving a bit earlier, as she was wasted. And for a friend to grab her keys and move her car to her apartment down the road. Safely. The friend agreed reluctantly.

While that happened, I texted my own uncle and told him, "Hey, I gotta a wild brunette here who wants me to DRIVE her HOME." That was a code we usually went by for 'I got a date/sex, so don't come back early.'
He texted back a few minutes later, after we settled the tabs at the bar, and then left after saying their goodbyes briefly. We got into the car and drove back to my place on the Southside Apartment loop. I was with my uncle in the second floor, room 2B.
I gave her the short run of the apartment, nothing too fancy or anything, just nice little things here and there. A few decorations and the walls were kept what they were the day we came to stay here.

I waited, as ever the opportunist, until she was all out of words and fell asleep on the couch. I smiled softly at her, in her soft, open, gentle state of comfort.
I slowly picked her up with surprising ease, since she looked very strong and muscular but didn't weigh much, and I walked her to my bedroom.
Once there, I took my time undressing. I watched her curl into a ball on her front and her leg was bent at an angle where I could clearly see the pussy that was there. It was slightly moist there. Possibly sweat. Possibly something more.

Either way, I was so eager to get those pants and top off, I almost ripped her shirt off.
*Stupid, be smarter not faster.* I thought then.

I, after taking a look at my tall, lean frame. Comparing it to her only 5'2, 135 pound frame. Which gave her the look like she was stocky. Whereas I was more lean and looked less muscular but I was only ten pounds more than her.
I slowly unbuttoned her shirt, since it was like one of those flannel button-ups and she had these nice pants on. Later on I found it was because they had come from a High school graduation party at her cousins house or something.
I think my fingers were trembling with both fear and excitement.
I then just pushed the fabric aside and took one of her nipples into my mouth.

Tia moaned, her head thrown back, her hands clutching at my hair.
I stopped to see if she was awake, but she was still asleep.
I slowly asked her to just roll to her front for me.
I wanted a view of her sexy ass.
I was an ass woman, just like some men were.
I knelt down on the bed. Fully naked. I peeled down her lace, Victoria's Secret underwear.

I continued to tease her nipples, until they got firm and tight. She had smaller tat tas than I do and I am only a C-cup.
Anyway, I went from switching back and forth between them, letting my hands get involved just a little. I only wanted to help her out. You know, I just had that urge come over me to taste her sweetness. She was as muscular as I expected. Just like that first time.
My hands roaming over her body, feeling every inch of her soft, warm skin.

I dropped to my knees and started to kiss down her stomach, she has some toned abs you know?
Like, seriously toned.
So, I worshipped there, and moved down as she flinched little at a time.
I naturally waited until she flipped back to her front.
Showing off that broad, toned back and muscular bubbly butt.
My hands went straight to the back and then ass. That ass was so cushiony and I knew I had to taste her.
SO, I did.
I got down. Pushed her legs as far as she'd let me go. Which was pretty damn far. She was pretty much just almost in a split but with bent knees.
And then I went to town. I sucked her pussy like you wouldn't believe. She was insanely tart tasting.
I have been told by this one other girl I was with, my first ever going down on another girl, and she said "Damn, girl. You have a powerful tongue and fingers to match. You don't even need the strap. You just like to wear it."

I thought she was right, by that immediate reaction from Tia.
I could see how wet she was, and I couldn't help but moan with desire.

I started to lick her, my tongue exploring every inch of her pussy, hands holding her ass steady. Tia moaned louder, her body trembling with pleasure.

I could feel her getting closer to orgasm, and increased my pace. I then, around the time she started to half-whine and half-groan, was then introducing two fingers straight into her pussy. I barely waited twenty seconds before I slapped her ass hard, hearing her moaning in a delayed way at that, then did it even harder. I got off on the idea that she knew what was happening but wasn't stopping it because she was too out of it and too horny to stop it.
She was tight, too. When she moaned long and low, that was when my tongue flicked her clit faster and harder.

She then actually started moaning to me, very low and gravely, "Yes, yes, yes. Take it."
I rise up and slap her ass firmly, stating, "THIS ass and pussy belongs to me!"
She simply moaned out low and pathetically.

Tia cried out, her orgasm washing over her, her body trembling with pleasure.

Soft, near-silent moans follow.

Then, just as fast as I start, I finish. I masturbate myself to an orgasm on her toned butt and thigh.

At that point, I was a bit drained, but I looked over at the clock and saw it only was 1:24 PM which meant my uncle Daren wouldn't be back for about an hour. He'd give me that hour at least.
So I just said to myself "fuck it, I might as well force out another orgasm while she's out of it."

I move her to her back and softly ask if she's okay. She only moans something incoherent.
I then say, "Well, I'm going to fuck you one last time and give you a nice, warm orgasm. Then, you can stay in my bed until tomorrow. I'll bring you to your place and we can go our own ways if you want."
She only whispered something else incoherent to my ears.

I started slowly, in the standard upright tribbing position, with one of my legs being over top of her opposite leg and in control of her other leg.
I then wanted to try a new one I hadn't ever done. I moved so her leg was softly resting on my shoulder and I had a firm grip on her wrist.
Her other hand was holding my thigh and pushing weakly. I ground deep and fully hard. Clit AGAINST her clit directly and forcing out a weak moan of protest. Her mumbling, "-m t-oo sensitive."
I took her wrist easily pressing it back to the bed, then said firmly, "No, no, no. You take it like a good girl you are. Or you get tied up, whipped, and fucked with my club strapon like last time."

Tia moaned softly at that.
I then began to increase the pace, hips moving faster and harder. The slapping of our toned, fit bodies and combined wetness making for an amazing feeling and an equally impressive sound.

Eventually I decided to shift into what we women call a "Amazon" position. "What position is that?" you may ask, it is the one Where the bottom female is normally flat on the back and the other woman is on top of her, but not in missionary. She is raised up and has grip on both girls thighs, calves, or ankles and has them pushed slightly back.
I loved it because when I fucked a lady, like Tia, a girl who was a bit subby and slutty, I could do it either in Amazon position with a strapon and controlling the depth and pace, OR I could take it slow with the intensity and roughness of the thrusts of my hips when tribbing. It was very intimate for most women.

It was probably the 15th or 16th deep, rough, powerful downstroke into the other woman's crushed clit and pussy, when Tia then suddenly cried out, her orgasm washing over her, squirting all over my and her own self. Her body trembling with pleasure. It was the first real moment where I realized I don't need men for sexual reasons. I don't love penetration to begin with, but even less with men. I realized, then, all I needed a man for was as a protector or guardian to my children. Nothing more. Hell, I didn't even need them for anything outside of being a sperm donor.

"That was amazing, girl. Definitely best I've had." I said. My voice was a bit low and husky.

Tia smiled with a faraway look, her eyes heavy-lidded with pleasure. "Yes, it was," she replied, her words slurred.

I help her get dressed again, so there would be no real remnants of what the two of us did, my hands lingering on her skin, my body still trembling with desire.
I had another thought come to me just after re-dressing her... "I'm doing this again. For sure, I'm going to make her taste me somehow. Someway. I will get those lips on me."

End of Story... Thanks for reading my quick little story. Hope you liked this incite into my horndog of a female lesbian cousin.