Keywords: FF, cons, interr, anal, toys
Part: Chapter 123
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance
Chapter 123
It was not far from Detroit to Minneapolis. Even though she
was not really horny at all, thanks to a few exhausting days in bed
with Alison Sax, Laura didn't want to pass up the chance to see
Kim, if possible. She gave her a call.
"Laura, oh god," Kim said.
"What's the matter, did I interrupt something?"
Kim's voice dropped a notch, and got smokier. "You
interrupted me fingering my pussy and thinking of you," she
breathed. "I was just about to come."
"Oh, right," Laura said, knowing Kim would say, or do,
anything.
"Just a minute, I'm opening my bra . . . I'm rubbing the phone
all over it, those little holes are irritating my nipple, making it
throb, I'm pretending you're sucking my nipple through the phone . .
."
"Kim."
"Now the other one." Kim panted softly into the phone.
Laura wondered if she were really doing what she said.
"Oh Laura . . . oh, I'm really . . . I'm really going to come!
Right now ungghh! Oh! Oh god . . . auuggnhhh! Ungghhh! Ohnngg!"
Laura was sitting on the bed in her hotel room, fascinated,
shaking slightly in sexual excitement as she heard Kim come at the
other end of the phone. She had fucked Kim, many times, and she
knew this climax was authentic. Kim moaned, and the receiver
slipped from her hand. She finally found it in her lap and spoke to
Laura again, her voice choked in the aftermath.
"God . . . I really came, Laura. You made me come."
"I'm in Detroit. I can be there in a few hours."
"I'll meet you at the airport. Just phone when you get a
reservation, tell me when you'll arrive."
After hanging up the phone, Laura had to sit calmly on the bed
to get her nerves back. She realized she was wet. Fucking madly
with Alison for days had tired her, slaked her lust, but Kim had
reawakened it again in fifteen seconds. Her hand was still shaking
when she lifted the phone to call the airport.
When she arrived in Minneapolis, Kim was there at the gate,
wearing an incredibly short white leather mini-skirt that showed off
her breathtaking long golden legs. She at least, unlike Barbara,
had no fear of them being too skinny. Again Laura saw people
running into one another as they gawked at Kim's stunning legs.
"God, you cause traffic accidents even when you're not in a
car," Laura joked, looking at Kim's legs herself. "What fantastic
legs."
"You just want what's between them," Kim whispered.
"So does everybody."
"I know. It's easier to pick up women when I dress like this.
They think I couldn't possibly be a lesbian with all those men
staring at my legs."
There was something wildly exciting about just being with this
shockingly gorgeous and desireable woman, Laura realized. They were
both beautiful and drew stares whenever they were together. In the
dark parking garage, inside Kim's tiny sports car, they dared to
kiss ravenously.
Kim was very wild and unpredictable, and she slid her hand
under Laura's skirt immediately, feeling the wet patch of Laura's
panties with her fingers.
"You're so wet," she whispered. "I could make you come right
now, like you did to me over the phone."
"Don't," Laura panicked. "Wait until we get to your place."
"What if I can't wait?"
"You have to," Laura said, grabbing Kim's hand with her own
and pulling it out. "Now, drive."
"You're too sensible, Laura," Kim grumbled as she drove them
to her apartment. "No wonder you have this great job that lets you
travel all over."
For her part, Laura couldn't take her eyes off Kim. The girl
was ravishing: deep burnished golden skin, a cloud of curly red-gold
hair, very slender but with small jutting breasts, burning fuck-me
green eyes. It was a wonder she didn't get raped weekly, by men and
women both.
Inside her apartment, Kim locked the front door and they fell
on one another in a frenzy of wild passion.
"Don't rip my clothes . . . don't rip my clothes," Laura
panted to her anxiously as Kim tried to tear them off. "I've only
got one suitcase, I don't have many clothes. Careful, honey,
careful. Here, I'll do it."
"Come in here, in the bedroom," Kim pulled her.
Both were half-dressed by the time they got there. Kim
dropped the white leather mini-skirt. She was wearing only the
skimpiest of panties, hardly anything at all.
She kissed Laura's bare back as she unclasped Laura's bra.
Her hands quickly came up beneath the loose cups and covered Laura's
naked breasts.
"I want to eat you alive," she breathed into Laura's ear.
There was definitely something about fucking with this wild,
aggressive creature that was missing from nearly every other sexual
encounter Laura had experienced. With Kim she was the prey, not the
predator. Kim pushed her down onto the bed on her back. She pulled
up Laura's loose bra and nearly swallowed one of Laura's nipples.
Laura moaned, feeling her nipple flame and throb in Kim's wet
mouth. Kim was a very skilled and aggressive lover. She managed to
assault Laura's naked breasts while undressing at the same time,
until she was naked too and Laura could run her fingertips up and
down the lean, smooth golden back while Kim's mouth tore
passionately at her aching nipples.
"Ohhh . . . Laura, I'm going to eat you alive," Kim panted
over and over as she devoured Laura's naked body.
There was no choice for Laura but to lie back and be fucked.
Kim was fucking her, and there was no alternative. Kim's hand was
already in Laura's dripping wet crotch, rubbing Laura's pussy, two
fingers sliding into it, then scissoring Laura's clit, making Laura
twist and whimper as a quick, fierce orgasm came up from nowhere and
wrenched her writhing body.
"Unghhh! Oh . . . Kim! Auungghhh! Oh! Ungghhh!" she
groaned, coming hard.
Kim never stopped. She did as she had said she would,
devouring Laura's shuddering body even while Laura was still coming.
She couldn't get enough, and dropped her mouth to Laura's crotch,
licking and sucking Laura's pussy hungrily. Her hands squeezed
Laura's round buns, and her tongue explored every fold and crease of
Laura's labia, then stabbed deep into the interior of Laura's pussy,
then teased her clit until Laura was coming again.
This orgasm was only an upsweep from the dying fall of the
first one, and Laura found herself straining, arching again,
whimpering almost hysterically deep in her throat as fresh spasms of
shocking bliss shook her trembling body.
"Oh god . . . oh god!" she gasped, biting her full lower lip
as the new climax hit her hard. "Auungghhh! Unngghiiieee!" she
found herself squealing softly, her flesh scalded by the fierce
ecstacy brought on by Kim's rape of her pussy.
It took her a few minutes to regain her breath. Her body
still throbbed, pulsing and quivering in the afterglow. She blinked
at Kim, who was stroking her cheek.
"Did you save that up for me?" she asked, disingenuously.
"Just for you."
"Nobody else who sleeps with you gets that treatment."
"Only you. Nobody but you, Laura. I love you, Laura. I just
fuck the others, but I love-fuck you."
Laura believed her. Loving Kim would be like loving a
lightning bolt, but she had deep affection for this odd, likeable,
very sexy and unpredictable girl. She rolled Kim onto her back and
began taking her own pleasure, sucking and tonguing Kim's small,
beautiful breasts and golden nipples, and kissing the rest of her
supple, golden body.
She was determined not to receive without giving, and so for
the next thirty minutes Laura gave a virtuoso performance. She was
very good at drawing things out, bringing Kim to the edge, then not
letting her come, bringing her up again, then drawing back. Soon
Kim was shaking uncontrollably, her face contorted in sexual need,
her lovely lean long body tense, coiled like a spring, ready to
explode.
"Ohhhnn . . . Laura, please!" she gasped, twisting and
writhing as Laura tongue-teased her beautiful long wet pussy. "Oh
god you're such a bitch unghh! Unhhh! Oh . . . do it to me hard,
girl! Please! Fuck me, Laura, fuck me . . . please! Oh, unnghhh,
oh please! Unghh! Oh!"
"You want it hard?" Laura teased. "Hard . . . and fast?"
"Yes . . . god yes!" Kim panted uncontrollably.
"I love to torment you . . . and make you beg," Laura
murmured.
"Please . . . Laura, pleeeease!" Kim begged her, gyrating her
pussy up into Laura's face, her pelvis quivering in anticipation.
"Oh . . . all right," Laura said.
Holding the squirming girl's tight little buns in her hands,
Laura attacked Kim's inflamed pussy aggressively. She sucked and
licked and stabbed it until Kim was shuddering and coming
unbelievably.
"Ouunngghhh! Unggh . . . unh unh! Oh! Auunngghhh!" Kim
groaned, her beautiful long lean golden body arching and straining
as the spasms ripped her.
She came very hard, but when she was finished Laura was not
finished with her. She was as hungry for Kim as Kim had been for
her, and she quickly scissored Kim with her legs so that their
pussies could come together, then began pumping frantically,
bringing them both to another fierce, squealing climax in under a
minute.
They moaned and came and came, their wet, throbbing pussies
welded together in a fierce, undulating ecstacy so long and thorough
that neither one could really believe it when they finally felt it
dying away. Kim was staggered by the effect of two or three
shattering orgasms in a row, and Laura was panting and throbbing as
they disentangled their bodies, kissing, half-giggling in the
aftermath.
"Laura, you are a whirlwind," Kim gasped, eyes still bleary
and smoking. "You really fuck, girl."
"And I suppose you are a mere timid beginner," Laura smiled.
"I don't think I've ever fucked anybody as hot as you are."
"Mmmmm, a mutual admiration society," Kim purred as they
stroked one another, obviously not satiated by their explosive union
of a few minutes ago.
They spent the rest of the day in bed fucking, sleeping,
fucking some more, eating, then fucking again, bathing and fucking,
showering and fucking, smoking a little dope and fucking. They used
Kim's butterfly vibrator twice, but the orgasms produced by it were
so outrageously intense and protracted that they stopped for fear of
total exhaustion. After her twenty-fifth or twenty-sixth orgasm
(she had lost count), Laura began to wonder when she had last fucked
this hard and long. With Karen? Once with Jonelle. Once with
Brandi.
"You're wearing me out, Kim," she said at last, wearily
propping herself up on her elbow.
"You're getting to be an old lady, Laura, if you can't take a
few intense hours of fucking," Kim teased her.
"I'm ten years older than you are."
"You're twenty-nine. You should be able to fuck for three
days without getting tired."
Laura grinned wryly. "With you I might succeed," she said.
"But I've got to be back at work tomorrow."
Kim pouted. "You're not going to fuck me in the ass, like
last time?"
Laura remembered how she had punished Kim for fucking Rhonda
by tying her up and gagging her and fucking her in the ass with a
huge cucumber. Up until then she had never touched Kim's ass. Kim
appeared not to like it, and would never allow it. But this
punishment seemed to have rung her bell in ways she had not admitted
to Laura until now.
"Oh, darling, have you been just waiting for that?" Laura
grinned. "I thought you hated me for it."
"I do. I've dreamed of it about sixteen times since then.
Once I came in my sleep, and you were killing me with it."
Laura kissed her cheek, then her mouth. "Want to try it
again, huh? For real?"
Kim nodded slowly, her green eyes on fire. "But only if I can
do you, too."
Slowly a grin passed over Laura's face, as she contemplated
it, feeling her body begin to tingle with excitement. She knew the
agony, had tasted it before, and yet she had no control over her
libido, they way it leapt up and pulsed in rash, hot lust at the
mere idea.
"I . . . guess I could agree to that," she swallowed, feeling
the excitement envelope both of them.
Moments earlier they had been exhausted from over two dozen
orgasms apiece. Now they were trembling in anticipation of mutual
anal rape.
"You first," Laura whispered, eyes veiled.
Kim bit her lower lip, her eyes burning into Laura's. "Okay.
But I don't have a . . . cucumber. Just . . . this thing."
She reached into the bedstand drawer and pulled out the
biggest, longest, thickest dildo Laura had ever seen. Laura felt
the hot pulse beating in her throat, and an answering throb deep in
her pussy, as well as an involuntary clenching of her bowel. God,
you can't be serious! she thought.
"I can guarantee you one thing, darling," she said to Kim as
Kim lay on her back and Laura positioned a pillow under her ass to
raise it up, making completely accessible and vulnerable her wet,
inflamed pussy as well as the pinched-closed, inviting ring of her
tiny black rectum. "You're going to scream."
"I know," Kim said, eyes flashing with brief terror.
Even she is wondering if she's going too far this time, Laura
thought. "I don't carry around a gag in my suitcase when I go on a
business trip," she said.
"Couldn't you use a dish towel or something?"
"Yes."
Kim popped up off the bed and went to the kitchen, returning
with a dish towel. Laura carefully gagged her with it to muffle her
screams. Kim's eyes never left Laura's, and Laura could see that
while wildly aroused sexually she was also terrified.
She lay back down with her ass perched on the pillow and her
lovely groin uptilted, while Laura spread babyoil all over the
insertion end of the huge dildo. As she caressed it, Laura realized
that it was not much bigger than Eric's, which she had taken into
her own ass. And into her pussy at the same time with his brother
Rob's, a memory that made her shiver sharply.
Kim's tight little buns and closed asshole looked virgin to
Laura, and she had to forcibly recall the time she had seen the huge
green torpedo protruding from this delectable crease. Her fingers
were already lubricated, and so she started massaging Kim's anus
with one, then two, watching Kim's green eyes water as the stroking
opened her tight hole wider.
Kim began to moan softly, then to whimper, her face contorted
as Laura began to fingerfuck her asshole more aggressively. They
both intended for it to go slowly, to build slowly toward the
inevitable, horrific explosion, but both grew quickly so excited
that they could not restrain themselves. Laura's hand fucked Kim's
ass sharply, and Kim's hips squirmed and shimmied as she bucked her
pelvis up off pillow into each thrust, whooping wildly though her
moans were muffled by the gag.
Now Laura picked up the well-lubricated dildo and began
inching it into Kim's ass. Her eyes flitted from Kim's asshole to
her pain-stricken green eyes, then back again, as the monstrously
large dildo slid slowly into Kim's body. Kim stiffened, her face
torn by the agony of the gigantic pole impaling her.
But Laura knew it would all be over quickly. Kim was a very
quick and easy comer, like Laura herself, and even though she had
already had about two dozen orgasms, the intensity of this would put
her over the top in short order. Maybe that's why we like to fuck
so much, because we come so easily, Laura thought as she twisted the
monstrous, ridged dildo inside of Kim's ass, fucking her with it
more roughly now.
"Ummggnhh! Ohngmmgg!" Kim groaned, her hips quivering
spastically as her whole lean, golden body clenched in a mixture of
red-hot agony and wild sexual excitement.
"Oh baby . . . oh baby," Laura panted, "come . . . come now
come now! Now!"
She rotated the dildo, jabbed it in deep, pulled it out,
twisted it and drove it back into Kim's ass, raping the poor girl,
bringing muffled howls of agony from Kim's throat. But she had been
right in her estimates, because Kim began to come after only five or
six thrusts. Laura bent forward and began to lick her inflamed,
puckered pussy hungrily at the same time, and Kim exploded in a
violent, wrenching climax.
She was not tied up, and so her body seemed to flail in every
direction as the fierce spasms wracked her. The orgasm was deep,
and shattering, and long, and she recovered from it slowly. Laura
removed the dildo and wiped it off, shuddering inwardly as she
realized that in a few minutes it would be doing the same thing to
her. Do I want it? she wondered. Or do I want out?
She unknotted the gag from the back of Kim's head. The dish
towel fell away.
"Oh god, I've never come like that, not even the first time,"
Kim said, blinking from the shock.
"But you said that then, too," Laura reminded her.
"Maybe I did. I don't think I can bear that much pleasure,
not even me."
She was shattered by the experience and didn't press Laura
right away. But after resting, kissing, cooing, fondling, heating
up again in their insatiable way, Laura found herself almost
throbbing with an unsettling expectation.
"I want to do you," Kim finally whispered, frenching Laura's
ear. "I want to do you now."
"Yes," Laura breathed, wanting it too, almost fatalistic in
her willingness to undergo the ecstatic torture of an fearsome anal
rape.
She had not gone through any violent sex since her last
episode with Karen, many weeks ago. And this was not even like
that, but more like getting fucked in the ass by Eric, or in the
pussy by Eric and Rob at the same time. Kim was careful and
methodical with her, gagging her, preparing her asshole, as she had
done for Kim. But when it came to the actual act, Kim was a
merciless rapist.
She fucked Laura's ass with the massive ridged dildo just as
fiercely and thoroughly as Eric had ever done, plunging it in deep,
twisting and jabbing it, making Laura weep and cry out in pain and
come in sharp, wrenching, debilitating shocks at almost the same
instant. Kim waited to suck and lick Laura's inflamed, vulnerable
pussy until Laura was already in the throes of a horrific orgasm,
and then fell on it with her mouth, devouring it, sucking Laura's
clit and bringing her to another quick orgasm behind the first one.
It was twenty minutes before Laura could even speak, her voice
hoarse, her whole crotch flaming with pain after this excoriating
experience.
"Did you have to do it so hard?" she croaked.
"You did it hard to me. We fuck hard. We're serious. We're
serious hard-fucking beautiful lesbian girls. You loved it, I could
tell. You simply died of coming. So did I."
Laura nodded slowly. Kim was right, right about all of it.
But I hurt, she thought. I hurt like I've hurt after some evenings
with Karen. Is this really what I want?
And yet it was true, she had nearly gone up in flames. It was
an ecstacy not to be missed, and different from the cruel tortures
she went through with Karen, different because of Kim's artless
exuberance and frank, straight ahead lesbianism. Unlike Karen and
Laura, Kim was not ashamed of what she was or what she did. She
wanted to fuck all the time with beautiful women. Anal rape was
only a new twist to her repertoire.
On the way home in the plane, Laura slept and barely moved,
since even walking was still painful. But when she walked in the
door, there was a message from Cecilia on her answering machine.