Keywords: FF, cons, interr, rom
Part: Chapter 36
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance
This time when Laura got home it was not Chanitra who was
waiting for her, but Yvette, who had left a long message on her
answering machine. Crying throughout, she explained to Laura that
Chanitra had told her how she had seduced Laura.
"I know it sounds silly coming from me after what I said," she
sobbed softly, "but I love you and I want you. I dream about you.
I want to hold you and push my wet pussy into yours like we did
once, when we both came so hard. Remember?"
Laura got wet just listening to it.
"I'm dying without it," Yvette whimpered. "I need you. I
want you to fuck me. I'm so tired of fucking with Arthur, he's so
disgusting. I want to feel your body against mine. I want to feel
your mouth on my clit and my nipples. Laura . . . I want you. Call
me."
Arthur was Yvette's husband.
Laura picked up the phone. It was Sunday night. She was
still exhausted from her weekend orgy in L.A. with the two beautiful
black girls. I couldn't reach another orgasm tonight if my life
depended on it, she thought.
Fortunately, she later thought, Yvette's husband answered the
phone. Laura pretended that she had the wrong number. But she was
still so excited that night that she could hardly sleep. She wants
me! God, I need her too! In spite of all the wild sex I had this
weekend, I want her most.
But the next day at work, she almost dreaded seeing Yvette.
When she did, it was in the corridor, and both of them were nearly
electrified by the moment. They stopped. They couldn't speak.
Their eyes locked, pulsed hotly, their mouths quivering as they both
nearly lost control. The mixture of affection and sadness and hot,
consuming lust that Laura felt, and that she knew Yvette was feeling
too, was nearly unbearable.
God, when we do get to be alone, we'll fuck each other to
death, Laura realized. "Hi," she said.
"Hi. I've got to have it. Where can we go?"
"Know any executives who are gone?" Laura grinned.
Yvette shook her head. "We can go somewhere at lunch," she
said, looking at her watch.
Lunch was only a hour away. "Where?" Laura asked.
"The Hilton. Across the street. You pay fifty and I'll pay
fifty."
The idea made Laura's blood race. How wicked and exciting.
Like two adulterers meeting for a hot, forbidden, afternoon fuck.
"So expensive," she said.
Yvette's eyes flooded with sex. "I'll pay the whole thing. I
want you, Laura."
"Don't be silly. I can pay half."
"I'll register and call over here to let you know the room
number."
Laura leaned as close to her as discretion would allow,
whispering in her ear. "I can't wait."
"I can't either. I'm so wet for you."
Yvette's eyes flashed with wild sexual excitement as she
smiled at Laura and continued on her way.
Laura herself was so excited by the prospect that she could
barely move. She realized that she was wet herself, after taking a
few steps. At her desk, she waited for Yvette's call, trying to
keep busy. When it came, she nearly dropped the phone, her nerves
were so taut.
"Yes? Laura---"
She couldn't get her last name out before Yvette's voice said,
"Five thirty-three. Hurry."
Trying to appear calm, Laura put on her coat as if to leave
for lunch. Downstairs, she had to tell herself not to run. After
all, you fucked like a bunny all weekend, she thought. Why are you
in such a hurry to rub yourself against this girl? This lovely
girl.
She knew why. And her lust was at such a high pitch that the
weekend might not have happened at all. She could feel her pulse
racing and the insides of her cunt itching as she rode up in the
elevator. When she knocked softly on the door, Yvette let her in.
She managed to throw the bolt on the door on her way into Laura's
arms.
Laura kissed her rapaciously. Yvette wore only her underwear,
a delicious coral-hued slip with a lace hem, and a coral bra and
panties underneath. Laura kissed her naked black shoulders, and her
long smooth neck. Then they devoured each others mouths again.
"God, I want you . . . I want you," Yvette panted, pulling off
Laura's coat, her frenzied fingers tearing at the buttons of Laura's
blouse.
"Don't tear it," Laura giggled softly, helping her. "You're
ahead of me."
She unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to her
feet, while Yvette slid her blouse down her arms. They kissed
again, this time not so wildly but more patiently, tenderly,
feelingly, exploring and renewing their feelings with slow, aching
passion.
While they kissed, Laura gently skimmed the spaghetti straps
of Yvette's slip off her shoulders, pulling the slip down so she
could get her fingers on Yvette's bra clasp. Yvette's fingers had
already found Laura's. Almost at the same moment, they unclasped
them.
They pulled back a little, their eyes locked and throbbing
with need for one another. Each skimmed the bra straps down the
other's arms. Yvette was the first to get her hands up. She cupped
Laura's naked breasts, squeezed them, lowered her lips to them,
kissing and sucking Laura's nipples passionately.
"Ohhnnnnn!" Laura moaned, throwing her head back. "Oh god,
baby!"
Yvette was hungry. She held both of Laura's perfect breasts
in her hands, cupping them from below and sucking first one nipple,
sharply, then the other, just as sharply. Laura nearly fainted with
lust.
Finally, she took Yvette's head in her hands and raised it up.
She kissed her, then said, "Over here," drawing Yvette toward the
huge kingsize bed.
Both of them quickly shed the rest of their underwear, and
Laura drew Yvette down next to her on top of the bedspread.
"I love to suck you," Yvette murmured. "Your breasts are
perfect."
Each wanted to fuck the other, but there was no withstanding
Yvette's very real urgency, and Laura had to give in. Again
Yvette's hungry mouth on her nipples brought her to a trembling,
uncontrollable frenzy. And this time Yvette's hand found her wet,
throbbing pussy too. In only a few more seconds Laura was coming
fiercely, crying out, arching her body, quivering and moaning with
intense pleasure.
"Unnnaawwwonngg!" she moaned, every muscle in her naked body
clenched and shuddering with ecstacy. "Ohhh god . . . oh god!"
The spasms had barely died away before she was swarming over
Yvette's smooth black body with a sharp hunger that came from having
feared their relationship was over. This was something she had only
dreamed and hoped to do again. She was on top, with Yvette's small,
upswept breasts in her hands, squeezing them until the large, black,
protruding nipples swelled up in soft cones that she could assault
with her mouth.
Yvette writhed under her, whimpering, begging, imploring Laura
to make her come, quickly.
"Oh yes . . . god oh yes, Laura!" she panted. "Do it hard,
harder, make me come, please do it now please oh please! Oh! Oh!"
But Laura wanted all of the girl's delicious, undulating body.
She kissed Yvette's flat stomach, her incredible thighs, sliding
between them, parting Yvette's glistening wet pussylips with her
fingers.
"Aaaggghhh!" Yvette gasped as Laura's mouth pressed against
her cunt.
She too had a hair-trigger, and only a few strokes of Laura's
tongue sent her over the edge into a hot seizure of coming.
"Ohhnn Jesus . . . yes! Ungghhhiieeee!" she cried out, her
lovely long body flipping and straining as the orgasm wrenched her.
After this first explosive coupling, which they could not
control, they lay lengthwise on the bed embracing and kissing and
caressing one another for several minutes.
"I didn't want it to be fast," Yvette said softly. "I wanted
to fuck you so slow, and make it last. I dreamed about it. You
can't imagine how many times I fucked you in my dreams."
"But we only have lunch," Laura said. "We have to be fast."
"I know."
Laura slid down between Yvette's sleek black thighs and began
to lick Yvette's beautiful pussy. She was determined to make Yvette
glad she had overcome her jealousy and called Laura again. And she
had not had her mouth on the girl's beautifully-shaped pussy in a
long time. Carefully, she explored it with her tongue and
forefinger, tickling Yvette's clit until she felt Yvette's thigh
muscles clench, and heard the tiny helpless whimpering moans begin
deep in her throat.
She had not forgotten that Yvette had a g-spot, the only girl
Laura had ever slept with except Rina who clearly had one, and she
knew why Arthur had never discovered it. Yvette had told her that
she only came once with her husband, or at the most twice. But
Laura knew that the girl didn't become really vulnerable to a
hysterical string of orgasms until she had come two or three times
already. Somehow her body became primed, then, for a sequence of
shattering climaxes.
Laura brought her up with slow, painstaking skill, until
Yvette was literally shaking with need, mewling and churning her
pelvis, out of control. Cradling the girl's marvelous buns in her
hands and squeezing the spongy globes as she softly sucked Yvette's
swollen clit, she brought Yvette to a long, undulating, sobbing
orgasm that seemed to last for minutes.
And then, before Yvette could come down from it, Laura went
for the jackpot.
She turned her hand over, palm up, and slid her forefinger up
into Yvette's flowing pussy, searching on the front inside wall of
Yvette's cunt for the magic spot. At the same time, she took the
small bulb of the girl's clit into her mouth once again.
"Oh . . . oh!" Yvette gasped. "Oh god . . . Laura unhhh!
Unhh! Oh Jesus . . . yes, do it hard hard ungghhh!"
Laura knew when the tip of her finger found the spot. Yvette
started coming in great hysterical shrieks, her lovely long body
writhing and squirming as the fierce, rapturous, continuous spasms
of almost unendurable pleasure wrenched her. Laura was even afraid
that the hotel security would be summoned. Yvette sounded like
someone was killing her, even though she was just having about ten
of the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced.
"Unngghmmiieeee!" she cried out, her body surging up off the
mattress, her hips churning as she pushed her cunt into Laura's
finger and mouth. "Oh! Ungghh! Oh shit aauungghmmnnggiieee! Oh
oh oh god another one oh Laura . . . unhh! Auunngghiieeee! Oh yes
god yes aoonngghh! Unh! Unh! Oh! Ohhnnnnaiiieee!"
It was as if she couldn't stop coming. Finally, fearing
someone really would break in just to make sure she was safe, Laura
withdrew her finger and released Yvette's clit from her lips. She
slid up and embraced the shaking, sobbing girl while Yvette slowly
came down from the incredible string of wrenching orgasms.
When she could finally speak, she told Laura that even in
their past love-makings she had never come close to the intensity of
these endless orgasms.
"God, it's a good thing you stopped when you did," she
confessed softly. "I could feel my body just sort of . . .
exploding. I never came so hard."
"Maybe it's the excitement of doing it secretively like this,"
Laura smiled. "It's like committing adultery or something."
"I don't know about you, but for me this is adultery," Yvette
said. "He'd kill me if he found out I was fucking with you."
Laura kissed her. "I forgot. When I make you come like that,
I get to thinking you're all mine."
Yvette's eyes watered, just remembering the force of her
climaxes. "I am all yours. Nobody ever made me feel like that.
And I want to make you feel like that."
"Better hurry," Laura grinned. "We have to be back at work in
about fifteen minutes."
"Mmmmm, and I plan to take all fifteen of them," Yvette smiled
back, lowering her mouth to Laura's breasts and beginning one of the
sweetest, most prolonged, most intense, and yet most tender fucks Laura
had ever received.
Yvette wasn't lying when she said she loved Laura, and she
explored every inch of Laura's naked body as if she were fucking
Laura for the first time. It took her about five minutes until her
mouth finally reached Laura's streaming cunt, and by that time Laura
was ready to scream with need.
The only person who had ever fucked her so ingeniously, and
with such excruciating patience, was Karen. Yvette wouldn't let her
come. She toyed with Laura, bringing her to the brink, drawing
back, taking her up again, almost to the peak, until Laura was
shaking and quivering for release, moaning incoherently, begging for
it.
"Please . . . Yvette, oh please! Oh god . . . yes! Unhh!
Oh!"
"Beg me, Laura, beg me," Yvette murmured in a smoky, taunting
voice, running her magic fingers up Laura's heaving midriff to her
breasts, pinching Laura's swollen nipples, tickling Laura's
throbbing clit with the tip of her tongue. "Beg me, honey. Beg
me."
"Oh god, please!"
"Mmmmm, I love your sweet, wet pussy," Yvette purred, licking
it, sucking Laura's cuntlips, slithering her long tongue deep into
Laura.
She licked one forefinger to lubricate it, then slid it
between Laura's clenching buns.
"Auunggh!" Laura groaned as she felt it enter her asshole.
Her whole body arched, and she moaned desperately. Yvette had
learned her lessons well, and she was bringing Laura slowly toward
an excruciating explosion. Laura knew it, but she didn't know when
it would arrive, or how to hasten it. She gyrated her hips, pushing
her pussy and her ass into Yvette's mouth and hand, whimpering
helplessly.
"Oh god . . . oh god! Please! Unggh! Unh! Unh!"
She raised her hands to her breasts and began twisting them
and pinching her nipples, as she had watched Sandra do, bucking with
her hips, trying to make it come quicker. And Yvette now seemed to
decide it was time.
She began fucking Laura's ass harder with her finger, then
sucked Laura's whole clit between her sensual lips and poured on the
heat. In five seconds Laura's body was wracked by excruciating
spasms of coming.
"Auuungghhnnggiieeee!" she cried out, clenching her teeth and
grimacing as sharp, stabbing bolts of ecstacy shot through her
straining body.
Her next cries were smothered by Yvette's free hand. But
Yvette's finger kept twisting in her ass, and Yvette's lips kept
pinching her clit, and she came and came, until there was no more
coming left in her body. It took her several minutes just to catch
her breath. Yvette kissed her cheek while she regained her senses.
"Are you trying to kill me or something?" she finally asked
Yvette, still panting.
"Kill you with love," Yvette winked. "Kill you with fucking.
Fuck you to death."
"God, you nearly did. I came so hard."
"I know. Hard as I did."
They both looked at their watches at the same time and
realized that they were ten minutes late in getting back to work.
Quickly they dressed, checking each other over to catch any telltale
signs of what they had been doing.
In the hallway outside of the hotel room, a busman was lurking
about ten feet from their door. He smiled salaciously as they came
out together.
"You girls have a good time in there?" he grinned.
"Oh god," Laura said, under her breath.
Even though Yvette was very black, she seemed to be blushing.
In the elevator they argued, laughing, about who had made the most
noise when coming. By the time they hit the ground floor, they were
straitlaced and businesslike again.
And Laura realized, as they crossed the street to their own
office building, that during the entire thing neither one of them
had once mentioned Chanitra.