It’s been a year since the incident I am about to tell you took place. To this day, I still haven’t been able to forgive myself for being so stupid. It all started when I got my first home computer. First, let me tell you a few things about myself. I’m an only child, and I grew up in Westchester County, New York. I’m a 25-year-old female, of average height and weight. I’m also a lesbian.

I’ve had sex a few times with men, but I didn’t enjoy it. It wasn’t until I went to college and got away from the people that I knew that I was able to explore the lesbian side of my sexuality. I’ve always found myself attracted to other women. It’s not that I hate men. It’s just that I feel more comfortable in private, in the arms of another woman.

I had just broken up with a woman whom I loved deeply. She left me and went back to her husband. She said that she couldn’t continue like this. She was terrified that someone would find out about us. So just like that, she dumped me and went back to her husband, who was a dog. She knew he would stick his cock in any woman that would let him. But she didn’t care; she thought she could make her marriage work.

A little while after that break-up, I bought myself a computer. I signed up with AOL. The AOL came as a package deal, plus everyone I knew was on AOL. I’m not a big-time computer type. I barely knew how to use the damn thing. At first, all I did was exchange e-mails with my friends. Then one day, I started checking out some of those AOL chat rooms. At first, it was very confusing. All these people typing at the same time. I couldn’t tell who was saying what to whom. It seemed like there was nothing but guys trying to talk to any woman who would talk to them.

I did a little searching around. Then I found a chat room that looked interesting. It was called, Westchester Lesbians. I went into the chat room and started reading some of the multiple conversations that were going on. Now this room had a totally different vibe than the other rooms that I checked out. I must have sat there for about twenty minutes reading some of the conversations. Then all of a sudden I got an instant message. It just popped up on my screen. Her screen name was “lezzzbianillusions”.

I was bored and I had nothing else to do so I started chatting with her. That night I must have spent 4 hours chatting with her. We really hit it off. She was cool. We liked the same kind of movies, the same kinds of music. We talked about our sexual experiences and stuff. We even talked about our first lesbian experience. We had so much in common. Then I asked her where she lived, she told me that she lived in White Plains. Things really heated up after I told her I lived in Mamaroneck, which is the next town over.

My curiosity level increased dramatically after I found out how close she was. I described myself to her and she described herself to me. Then she typed into the screen,

“Wanna see my pic.”

Like I said I was new to chatting and I didn’t understand what “ pic” meant. I typed back.

“What is a pic?”

She wrote back, “Pic. Do you want to see a picture of me?”

I didn’t even know people could do that. Then all of a sudden I heard my computer say, “You got mail.”

She told me to go to my mailbox and check out her picture. I clicked on my mailbox and opened up the e-mail she just sent me. She was absolutely beautiful. I swear her picture took my breath away.

I told her how beautiful she was. She thanked me and asked me if I had a picture. I told her that I didn’t have one. I told her that if I did, I wouldn’t have the slightest clue as to how to send it to her. It was late, and I told her I had to get to bed. It was weird; a part of me really didn’t want to log off. She was the coolest person I had met in months. I couldn’t get her picture out of my mind.

For the next few days, we chatted with each other for hours. I would be at work watching the clock tick away. I couldn’t even focus on my job. All I wanted to do was chat with her. I would find myself actually speeding trying to get home quicker. I became obsessed with her. Sometimes she didn’t log on until late in the evening. I would find myself staring at my monitor looking at her picture waiting for her to log on.

Sometimes I would put her picture up on my screen and masturbate while I waited for her to log on. As soon as I touched my pussy, I would cum. Sometimes I would feel guilty afterwards. I would ask myself,” Have I become this desperate? Am I this lonely? I wanted this woman, and I wanted her bad.”

It was a Friday night, and I had no plans. When I got home from work, I logged on and waited. She didn’t log on until 11 p.m. We started chatting as usual. I couldn’t take it anymore. All of our conversations about sex and what it would be like if we ever hooked up finally got to me.

That’s when I asked if she would like to come over to my house. Even though I was 24 at the time, I still lived at home with my parents. She asked me about my parents, and I told her that my parents had gone away for the weekend. She asked me if I was sure I wanted to do this. I told her that I’ve been fantasizing about her ever since she sent me her picture. She asked me for my address, and I typed my address onto the screen. She said she knew the area because she had a friend that lived around there.

I was so excited when she said that she would come over. I thought I would make our encounter a little more exciting. I told her to park her car in the drive. Then I told her that I would leave the side door open for her. She asked me to wear something sexy. And I told her not to worry that I’ve had an outfit planned out for this occasion for a while. I told her to just come on in the house. I told her to walk up the stairs and enter the first door on the right.

After I logged off, I ran to the bathroom and took a quick shower. I had this long, sexy black sheer teddy that I was saving for a special occasion. After I got out of the shower and got dressed, I cleaned my room. I grabbed my lighter and went around my room, lighting scented candles. I felt like a little girl waiting for Christmas to arrive.

I was on an emotional high, and I didn’t know what excited me more. This was more exciting than a blind date. There was going to be no going out or any type of courtship crap. She was coming over to have sex with me, and I was ready. I was ready mentally, and I definitely was ready physically because my pussy was soaking wet and on fire.

I lay down in my bed and waited. I was so horny and excited I actually thought I was losing my mind. My pussy was yearning to be touched, but I promised myself that I wouldn’t do a thing until she got here. I was lying there thinking about her. I started to wonder what her skin felt like. I started to wonder what her perfume might smell like. I even wondered what her pussy would taste like. I was so wrapped up in wondering what might be that I didn’t even hear the car pull up. My entire body was tingling. When I heard the side door shut,

“I’m up here,” I shouted from my bedroom.

My heart was pounding as I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. My life was changed forever when the door opened.

“Mmmmm ... I’m gonna enjoy this,” said a voice ... A man’s voice.

Before I could react, he ran and dove on top of me. He covered my mouth.

“Shhhhhhhhh.”

I tried to scream, but I couldn’t. He was a big white man, and his was very strong. I was smothered under the weight of his body.

“Not what you expected, huh.” He said, smiling down at me.

I started twisting and churning underneath him, trying to free myself. I don’t know how I did it, but I was able to throw him off me. As soon as I saw him slide off the side of the bed, I took off running. Everything was happening so fast. I barely made it out of my bedroom door when I felt his hands wrap around my ankles.

My forward momentum caused me to fall flat on my face. Before I knew it, he was on top of my back. He covered my mouth before I could make a sound. Then he whispered in my ear, “What’s the matter, Connie? You invited me over to fuck, and now you treat me like this. That’s typical of you fucking Dykes.”

I was still trying to get free. I was petrified. I didn’t know what to do. I was acting on instinct alone. I felt like an animal was attacking me. I guess that’s why I acted like an animal. During my attempt to escape, one of his fingers slipped into my mouth. I bit him, and I bit him as hard as I could.

“FUCKING BITCH!” he screamed.

That’s when he sat up on my back. He grabbed a clump of my hair and raised my head about a foot off the ground, bending me backwards, and then he slammed my head into the floor ... BANG. BANG. I felt like I was in a boxing match. It was like being punched twice in the face. The blows to the head stopped me dead in my tracks. Then he grabbed me by my hair again. I thought he was going to slam my head against the floor again. He was grunting, and the tone of his voice changed.

“You little fucking cunt ... I should beat the fucking shit out of you.”

“Please don’t hurt me. Please don’t!”

Before I could finish begging, he slapped me hard across my face. “POW!”

“I don’t want to hear another fucking word out of your mouth, you fucking Dyke. Now shut the fuck up. If you make another sound, I swear I’m gonna finish you off right here and now. You wouldn’t want your parents to come home and find your dead body in the hallway? HUH?”

I didn’t know what to say. I was so scared. That’s when he picked me up off the ground and turned me around to face him. He looked like he was furious. He held me tight by my arms. Looking into his eyes was like staring into the gates of hell. He looked like the devil. I could feel his fingers and his nails digging into my skin.

“That was a question Bitch.do you want your parents to find your dead body?

“No, please. Please let me go,” I begged once again.

“Shhhhhh. Didn’t I tell you to shut up? I can see that you have some kind of problem following directions. Don’t you worry, bitch, before the night’s over, you will be well trained.”

I was standing there, half naked, trembling in front of this man. I watched his eyes move up and down my body. Then he smiled and looked up at me.

“That’s a really nice outfit, Connie. You really look good in it.”

That’s when he reached up and grabbed one of my breasts. He grabbed my nipple and started twisting it in his hands. That’s when I started crying. It had been years since a man touched me. I swore I would never let another man touch me in a sexual manner. I wanted to run, I wanted to scream, I wanted to do a million things, but I knew if I tried something, he was going to hurt me. Then he let go of my breast and started moving his hand down my body. Then I felt his hand brush against my pussy hairs. That’s when he raised his head and looked into my face.

“Mmmmm, I can feel the heat, baby. Your pussy is on fire. You dykes are all the same. You’re all a bunch of fucking sluts.”

As he spoke, he moved his hands further and further. Then I felt his finger at the entrance of my pussy. I put my head down in shame because I knew my pussy was already wet. I could feel his fingers sliding against my wet pussy lips. I thought he was going to ram his finger into my cunt. Then he said,

“Pick your head up Dyke.Pick your fucking head up, you nasty little slut.I want to see your face. I want you to look at me.”

I picked my head up and looked into his eyes. He smiled at me just before he pushed his finger deep into my pussy. My pussy was so wet that his finger slipped inside of me with ease. He started finger fucking me right there in the hallway of my home. Then I felt another finger go in me. I dropped my head down because I couldn’t bear to look at him anymore.

“Pick your fucking head up. This is your last warning bitch.you do as I say or else.”

I immediately picked my head up. Then he kicked one of my legs to the side, causing my legs to spread apart. Then I felt him spreading my cunt open. He spread my pussy lips apart with two of his fingers, and then he placed his thumb on my clit.

“Aggghhh.” I moaned as I felt his thumb mash against my swollen clit. The sensation almost caused me to lose balance. I had to stare into his eyes while he massaged my clit. I tried to fight off what I was feeling, but I couldn’t. His wicked smile disgusted me, but his skillful hand pleasured my aching cunt. In our conversation over the web, I had shared so much of myself with the person whom I thought was coming over. I told that person everything about me. I told that person how much I loved to be played with. I told that person just how to get me off. I told that person everything. And now that person was punishing me. I could feel my juices flowing into his hands. I could hear and smell my pussy juices cooperating with this man who was raping me with his fingers.

“That’s it, Connie. Yeah, baby ... you like that ... you like that, don’t, yeah, bitch. I didn’t forget all those things you told me. I know what you like, I know what you need.”

As he spoke, he intensified the pressure with his thumb against my clit. I could feel my stomach twisting and turning. I could feel my stomach muscles locking up as he drove his fingers deeper and deeper into my body. My legs started trembling. I’ve never felt anything like this before in my life. I’ve cum many times in my life. But never have I cum standing up and never with a man. Then he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me towards him. He was pumping and twisting his fingers in and all around in my cunt. I had lost all control of my body at that point. I hated myself for what I was about to do in front of him. That’s when it happened. My entire body shuddered, and a powerful orgasm ripped through my body, starting deep inside my cunt and then exploding in my brain.

“Cum, you fucking bitch. Cum, you fucking Man-Hating DYKE!!”

He called me names as he made me cum.He called me every homophobic lesbian name in the book while he punished my cunt with his fingers that now felt like daggers in my cunt. Each time he plunged his finger in my cunt, I lost it. I kept dropping my head down. That’s when he grabbed me by my hair and yanked my head up, forcing me to look deep into his eyes as I came. Finally, he pulled his fingers out of my pussy. Then he brought the hand that he used to assault my pussy up to my face.

“Look at this mess you made on my hand. Look at this disgusting, gooey mess. You should be ashamed of yourself. Lick this shit up. I know you like cunt juice. Let’s see if you like your own.”

All of his fingers were covered with my cunt juices. I’ve played with myself many times, and I’ve never found my own juices disgusting until this moment. It was thick and shiny, and it almost seemed to be glowing on the bastard’s hands.

“Are you hard of hearing bitch.Jesus Christ.I said, lick this shit of my fucking hand.Stop staring at it and start licking.” He demanded.

Then he jerked my head, waking me out of my trance. I opened my mouth, and he jammed his fingers in my mouth. I had no other choice but to start licking and sucking my own cunt juices off his hands. He pulled his hand out of my mouth, and then he made me lick each of his fingers one by one. He didn’t move his hand until I thoroughly sucked off all of the liquid he had forced out of my body.

“You did good, Connie. I’m very proud of you.”

That’s when he took a deep breath and stared at me. Then he grabbed me around my waist and pulled me into his body. I didn’t know what to do. Why was this man hugging me? Why was he holding me like this? In his embrace, my mind raced with all kinds of thoughts and questions. I avoided asking myself the biggest question of all: How could I have been so stupid to trust someone over the Internet? Then he whispered in my ear,

“You know what’s going to happen next, don’t you?”

Deep down I knew what it was he wanted. His voice was calm, but you could feel the hatred in his tone. I don’t think he hated me as a person. This man hated me because I was a lesbian.

“Please, don’t! Please don’t rape me! I’m begging you! Please don’t!”

I don’t know what possessed me to open my mouth. Because before I could say another word, he smacked me in the face again. “POW!”

He hit me so hard that I just collapsed to my knees.

“You know what, Connie? You’re starting to piss me off. I told you to shut the fuck up twice already. Listen up bitch.I’m not going to tell you again. The next time you open your trap, I’m gonna punch you in your mouth. Have you ever been punched in the face by a man? Let me tell you, yeah, something, honey. It hurts. Now shut the fuck up, you selfish little cunt.”

He hit me so hard that it blurred my vision for a minute. When my eyes were able to regain focus, I found myself face to face with his crotch. There was a huge bulge in his jeans. He smiled when he saw me looking at it. Then he quickly yanked his zipper down. His cock leaped out of his jeans. He moaned when he freed his cock as though he was in some kind of pain.