Keywords: FF, cons, interr, rom
Part: Chapter 112
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance
Chapter 112
Even though she and Yvette had shared a dozen very intense
orgasms during their brief orgy, Laura's appetite for Trina was
undiminshed. She arrived at Trina's apartment at nine o'clock.
Shawna had only gone to bed fifteen minutes earlier, and they
resisted the urge to surrender themselves to completely wanton
fucking until they could be sure she was asleep.
"She usually go out like a light," Trina smiled as they both
peeped in on her to check.
Shawna was sleeping deeply. Trina closed her door. In
Trina's bedroom, on her king-size bed, they tried to eat each other
alive. Laura found that having spent the afternoon with Yvette had
no effect on the sharpness of her passion for Trina. It took them
only about three minutes to come together in a fierce uprush of
orgasms that left both gasping and whimpering with shock.
"God, we're going to break something if we keep this up,"
Laura giggled into Trina's marvelous bare shoulder.
"You better not break it when I'm just getting to like it,
girl," Trina whispered.
The beautiful voluptuousness of Trina's body was so different
from the lean, long lines of Yvette's that the contrast thrilled
Laura. They were both richly black, about the same hue, but of
course Trina's breasts were large, her nipples huge, and it was like
being in bed with Rina and Trina at the same time.
Laura was insatiably hungry for Trina's body, and Trina seemed
to feel the same way about hers. They fucked and rested, then
fucked again, and were deep in a delirium of heated sixty-nine when
the door of Trina's bedroom suddenly opened and Shawna stood there,
rubbing her eyes.
"What're you and Miss Robbins doing, Mommy?" she asked softly,
staring at their entwined naked bodies.
Laura could feel her own hot, rapid pulse and Trina's woven
together in an urgent song of lust as they stared, startled, at the
little girl in her pyjamas.
"We're loving each other, hon'," Trina said to her calmly.
"Do you love Miss Robbins?"
Trina smiled unselfconsciously. "I sure do."
"Like you love me?"
"A little different. Now why don't you run and hop in bed,
and Mommy will be right there."
"Can I have a glass of water?"
"Yes. Go on, now. I'll be right there."
Shawna disappeared. Trina and Laura untangled their bodies.
"Don't know about you," Trina whispered, "but I'm glad she
didn't wait two more seconds. I was almost gonna come. Hard, too."
Laura nodded. She was gazing deeply into Trina's eyes.
"Why you lookin' at me like that?" Trina asked, pulling on her
robe.
"I love you too."
"You makin' me blush. I'll be right back."
She came back within five minutes, but they were both too
nervous to resume.
"How long will it take her to get back to sleep?" Laura asked.
Trina smiled broadly and kissed her. "We'll check in a few
minutes."
She parted the skirts of her robe with her hands, and spread
her firm, shapely, sleek black thighs. Her delectable long pussy
was completely visible. She ran her forefinger up and down in the
wet, pink channel.
Laura reached over and loosened the tie of Trina's robe,
pulling it open, looking at her peerless breasts. Then she slid
down off the bed to her knees, between Trina's thighs. She looked
up into Trina's face, then extended her tongue until it grazed the
swollen labia of Trina's open pussy.
"Ah!" Trina gasped.
"What if she isn't asleep, and you start to come?" Laura asked
softly.
Trina panted softly. "She must be."
"How do you know?"
Laura's tongue slid across Trina's sensitive clit, and Trina's
face contorted into a tense grimace of sexual tension and pleasure.
"Do it anyway," Trina begged. "God . . . you killing me."
"You'll scare her if you moan."
"I know. Unh! Oh! Unh! Oh Laura!"
Trina was still sitting straight up on the edge of the
mattress while Laura licked her pussy, and her large round breasts
jiggled as she panted, her thick, swollen black nipples gleaming
above Laura's face. Laura had never seen anything more beautiful
than this woman's naked body.
"Lie back," she coached. "Put your mouth into the pillow when
you come."
"Oh . . . oh Laura! Ungghh! Oh god . . . !"
She turned her head, flailing with one hand and pulling a
pillow close to her face. Laura made her come quickly. It was a
violent, wrenching orgasm. Laura was glad Shawna didn't walk in
while it was going on. Trina's body convulsed. She whinnied
sharply into the pillow, her hips churning, quaking as the spasms
rocked her.
"Unnhhh! Oh! Ohhhhh!" she sighed, turning her face to Laura
when the worst was past. "Oh Laura Laura!"
Laura crawled up onto the bed with her. She embraced her,
kissing her very passionately, seeing the throbbing love and
gratitude in Trina's glassy eyes as the aftershocks of her orgasm
washed over her quivering, delicious body. Tears leaked from the
corners of Trina's eyes.
"I love you," Laura whispered to her. "Love you."
"Oh Laura."
She quickly had Laura on her back, dangling her incredible
breasts and nipples in Laura's face, giggling softly as she teased
Laura, watching Laura's mouth chase her nipples, catching one
briefly, then, as it grew slippery with her saliva, despairing as
Trina pulled it away. But it quickly turned into more than play,
since they were desperately hungry for each other's flesh.
Trina knew how crazy Laura's was for her naked breasts, and
she delighted in Laura's hungry mouth on them, which made them both
run with fuck-juice and throb with frantic need. While Laura
thirstily sucked one huge, bursting black nipple, Trina dropped her
hand to Laura's runny slit and hand-fucked her rapidly, bringing
Laura to a fast, excruciating climax before she even realized what
was happening.
Trina's wet nipple slipped from her mouth, and Laura came in
sharp, rapturous convulsions, unable even to cry out as the deep,
shattering spasms rocked her body. Trina crouched over her, fucking
her excitedly as she came, then covering Laura's mouth with her own
when Laura's breath finally returned in long, agonizing moans. It
took several minutes for Laura to recover her senses.
She wondered if they had both had such shattering orgasms
because of Shawna's brief appearance, which had spurred them into
confessing the depth of their feelings for one another. They lay
together, kissing, whispering, locked in a spell of intimacy that
neither wanted to interrupt.
"You know," Trina confessed softly, "I never came more than
once or twice with any man, but with you I feel like I'm not even
satisfied until I come six or seven times."
"I know," Laura smiled. "Aren't we tramps?"
"We dirty little hoes jist aballin' and ballin'," Trina joked.
"Mmmmm, I'm going to ball you till the cows come home," Laura
said, burying her face in Trina's beautiful neck.
Still hungry for one another, they coiled together again, this
time fucking slowly, building a simmering rhythm, taking their time,
each skillfully tormenting the other until they were both moaning
and twisting uncontrollably. Their smooth, naked bodies slid
together as they kissed, then turned slowly into a sixty-nine
position, where they had been earlier when discovered by Shawna.
This time they shared what they had been aiming for then, a
slowly building, agonizingly sweet climax that welded them together
as one throbbing, pulsing unit. Laura came first, her orgasm
welling up like a fiery blossom from deep inside her body, while
Trina was close behind her, groaning and shuddering deeply as a
similar hot blooming flower exploded inside her.
They lay entangled together, enjoying the deep, throbbing
intimacy, for a long period. Laura had not felt such emotional
depth in fucking since her last moments with Jonelle. She realized
that something new was beginning with Trina, something very deep,
and that Trina recognized it too.
They were more solemn with each other now, after this climax.
Their relationship had grown from thrilling sex into a much deeper
emotional bond, and neither of them knew quite how to approach it.
"Can you stay the night?" Trina finally whispered to Laura as
they lay, embracing, in the dark.
"Have to go to work in the morning."
"Me too."
"We'll keep each other awake."
"I know."
"And it might not be good for Shawna to see me here in the
morning."
Trina nodded. "Hard enough for her to figure how we could be
in love."
Laura kissed her. "We are, though."
"I know. I never had . . . that, what we just had, with any
guy. With anybody."
"Neither did I," Laura lied.
But she didn't feel like it was a lie. Only Rina. Only
Jonelle. Maybe Brandi. What she felt for the others was special to
each of them. But for Trina she now felt this very startling and
intense ache, a vital, more than physical need.
She dressed in the dark and they kissed deeply, soulfully, at
Trina's door.
"Don't put your tongue in my mouth or I'll drag you back over
to that sofa and fuck you senseless," Laura whispered into Trina's
thick, sensual lips.
Trina giggled and deliberately slithered her tongue between
Laura's teeth. "Dare you," she whispered back.
"Oh . . . I love you," Laura gasped, clutching Trina tight.
"I love you, baby," Trina breathed into Laura's ear. "See you
tomorrow night?"
"What do you think," Laura winked.