part: Chapter 14
author: Miranda Mars
title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance
Chapter 14
Leaving Laura's apartment building together, they were coming
out of the elevator when Laura's breath caught in her throat.
Walking straight toward them was Rina. It was too late to turn away,
to escape, to do anything.
Rina saw them too. She stopped. Her beautiful face frowned
with puzzlement. Laura didn't know what to do. Should she stop?
Then she would have to explain to them both. She tried to look
straight ahead and keep walking, more out of cowardice than anything,
but Rina would not let her. She walked right up to them.
Laura had to stop. She saw the stricken, abandoned look in
Rina's eyes.
"Is this her?" Rina asked quietly.
"Oh Rina . . ."
"Is it?"
" . . . yes."
Rina's eyes welled up with tears, but she turned before they
could spill and ran toward the door, then out onto the sidewalk and
was quickly gone.
Karen put one arm around Laura's shoulders. "You don't have to
tell me about it," she murmured. "She's stunning. Shockingly
beautiful. I'm sorry it had to happen."
Laura, in tears herself, turned to Karen. "But I care so much
about you both!" she cried.
"I know. I know, baby."
Karen pecked her on the cheek, not daring to express herself
more deeply in public.
"I . . . I missed you," Laura wept softly. "I needed someone.
I really wanted her."
"I can see why. You don't have to explain."
"But I want to."
"No . . . don't try. What you and I have is good. Look what
we just did together. God, I'd never let anyone do that to me but
you."
For a second, Laura forgot about Rina. "I only wish you would
do it to me."
Karen grinned. "Your turn is coming, baby. Just want to make
you wait. Build up the anticipation."
"You're making me wet."
"See, you forgot about her already," Karen joked.
But they both knew Laura had not. She was very grateful to
Karen for not pressing it, and for not reacting in a parallel way,
getting jealous and scornful. But then, Karen had her own guilt, her
affair with Rick, her betrayal of Laura, to even the balance.
She knew enough to give Laura room, not to make demands. If
she wanted to have fucking sessions like the one they had just
concluded, she would have to allow for Laura's attachment to Rina,
just as Laura had not made an issue very long out of Rick. They
needed one another, but not every minute.
They still had lunch together, but Laura's mind was wandering,
and after lunch they parted ways, not daring to kiss in public but
certain they would be together again soon.
"You owe me," Laura whispered to the black girl, letting her
lips brush Karen's silky cheek as they parted.
Karen smiled devilishly. "I just want you to lie in your bed
at night imagining how I'm going to tie you up and fuck you," she
said. "Alone," she added, winking. "Lie in bed alone. Okay?"
Laura winked back. "I probably will," she shrugged glumly.
And the more she recalled the encounter with Rina, the more
depressed she got. She knew how sensitive the girl was. And she
knew that having sex with Laura had been a major event in her life,
as Laura's first time with a woman, with Karen, had been. It meant
that everything had changed, the way she felt about herself, about
what it meant to have sex with anybody. And a lot of Rina's feelings
were focused totally on Laura. To see Laura with Karen, coming out
of her apartment, to know that they had to have spent the night
together, fucking, doing all the things Rina and Laura had done, and
more, would make Rina sick with jealousy and a sense of loss.
The thought of how Rina must feel also made Laura sick with
loss. She realized she probably would never get her back. She
couldn't believe she could feel so lovesick over another girl. Even
when Karen had run off with Rick, as bad as Laura had felt, it had
not approached the anguish she felt now. I must really love her or
something, she thought.
She had to analyze the way she felt about both girls. Her
affection for Karen was very deep, but it was based on the easy
physical relationship they had built. They loved to fuck each other,
and their encounters were increasingly laced with an undercurrent of
perversion that made them wildly exciting, like the last one.
Recalling it made Laura wet, made her pulse race, and the
thought of Karen doing something similar to her drove her into
repeated masturbations, just to get relief from the sexual tension.
But her relationship with Rina had been different from the start.
She may have gone into it as an escape from her depression over
Karen, and chosen Rina as a temporary, though ravishing, substitute.
But it had quickly become much more, because of Rina herself, because
of her shy sensitivity, her calm inner beauty, not to mention her
throat-catching physical allure. Even Karen had seen that.
And Laura's sorrow and pain were intensified even more by the
dreams she started having, torture dreams in which Rina, naked and
incredibly desireable, was either tantalizingly just out of reach,
taunting Laura with her body but not letting Laura fuck her, or in
which Rina was being fucked by someone else and exultantly loving it,
while Laura was forced to watch.
And the dreams got worse and worse. Or better and better,
depending on your state of mind. Hotter and hotter. The one that
nearly broke Laura, that nearly drove her mad, was the gang rape
dream. It began with her, Laura, being tied naked to a tree in a
dark forest, next to a bonfire. Five men who each had a cock about
twice the size of Rick's, which was the largest one she had ever
seen, tied her there. They also tied up her breasts the way she had
tied Karen's, wrapping them in tight coils so that they swelled and
bulged, her nipples popping and bursting.
The exciting perversity of it aroused her wildly, but they
wouldn't fuck her. They left her there to watch while they spread a
large wrestlers mat out on the ground next to the fire. Then they
brought in Rina.
She was completely naked, her voluptuous body bewitchingly
beautiful in the firelight. And they began rubbing her all over with
oil until she glistened. When she was all slippery and greasy and
phenomenally desireable, they began to fuck her in every way
imaginable, in every orifice, swarming over her shiny, writhing body,
filling it with gigantic stiff cocks, fucking her slowly and gently,
then urgently, brutally, fucking her in the ass and pussy at the same
time, spewing pearly rivulets of jism all over her glistening black
skin.
It was all very animalistic and impersonal until Rina got
worked up into an orgasmic plateau from all the fucking and began to
come violently. Witnessing the girl's wild orgasms, hearing her
ecstatic cries, drove Laura crazy with need, and sympathetic sexual
yearning. She wanted to fuck Rina too, and she wanted the men with
the huge cocks to fuck her in the same way they were fucking Rina.
It was the most depraved and sexually maniacal dream she had
ever had. Roped to the tree, she strained and begged for release,
both kinds of release, wanting to immerse herself in the heated,
orgiastic scene on the mat, wanting to explode with excruciating
orgasms the way Rina was doing.
She watched the men put Rina onto her knees, the front of her
body down on her forearms, her perfect round ass uptilted and
inviting. Then each one fucked her in the ass, sliding his huge cock
deep into her asshole, making her shriek and grimace with pain as
their massive, hard organs stabbed down into her body. When they had
finished with that, one man slid under her and slipped his cock up
into her pussy, while another fucked her ass. They fucked her hard
together, and all three of them came at the same time, their wild,
strangled cries of pleasure mingling in the firelight.
Next they turned the beautiful, glistening girl over and she
lay on top of one of the men with his cock up her ass while all the
others took turns fucking her pussy again. This time she came when
each one of them came, passing out several times in a hot whirlwind
of orgasms, then resuscitated by the huge cock that was jabbing up
her ass.
Laura, even in her dream, was weak and quivering with lust and
need. After this the men all fucked Rina at once. Two knelt at her
sides, each holding one of her exquisite breasts and mauling it with
his mouth and fingers, while one shoved his hard, enormous prick down
her mouth. The other two raped her ass and pussy. Soon all five of
them were erupting in wild, spurting orgasms, holding their jerking
cocks and squirting jism all over Rina's delicious, squirming body,
while she too came in convulsive, shrieking spasms.
It was too much for Laura. She woke up just as Rina began
coiling and writhing, semen-drenched, raped, plundered, ravished
totally, but smiling invitingly at Laura, tantalizing her, begging
with her eyes to be fucked again, this time by Laura. But Laura woke
up, her body humming and quivering with incredible, wild sexual need.
She couldn't expel the images from her mind. Her sheets were
wet with cunt-juices, and she twisted and clawed at her thighs,
squeezing her breasts, dropping one hand between her thighs and
rubbing her clit violently. She was afraid she might hurt herself in
her frantic urge to come. Memories of Rina's incredible, arching,
glistening black body, shuddering and screaming through strings of
excruciating orgasms, flooded her brain as she hand-fucked herself
into a vicious spate of climaxing.
"Unnhhhh! Oh! Unngghhhaaiiiggghh!" she cried out, coming in
sharp torrents, her body ripped by violent sexual spasms as in her
mind she raped the beautiful, naked, shimmering girl.
She had five sharp orgasms within minutes, but still her body
was not satisfied. The dream had lit fires that couldn't be easily
quenched. Almost with relief, she spotted on the floor in a pile of
used towels the two huge cucumbers she had used earlier in the day to
fuck Karen.
"Oh god . . . yes! Yessss!" she said aloud, shocked by the
maniacal, driven, depraved sound of her own voice.
A quick, desperate glance at the bedstand told her that she
hadn't put away the cooking oil yet either. Shaking with unslaked
lust and fear of her own wild, perverted needs, she picked up the
cucumbers and set them between her thighs. Then she reached over and
uncapped the bottle of cooking oil. Her head still reeled with
images of Rina's incredible body being totally violated and
ingeniously ravished, and of Rina's lovely face torn with violent
ecstacies.
"Ohhhnnn . . . Rina . . ." she breathed as she slowly poured
oil over one of the green monsters, letting the excess fall onto a
towel.
She put her fingers in the oil on the towel and inserted them
into her asshole, slowly lubricating and enlarging it. But god, it
could never get big enough to take this one! she thought, biting her
lower lip as she brought the tip of the cucumber up against the small
ring of her anus.
"Ohhhhh Rina," she gasped again, as if saying Rina's name made
it all right to do this disgusting, wildly exciting thing to herself.
She clenched her teeth and slid it up into her ass, tears
welling up in her eyes as her asshole flared with pain. But she
wouldn't stop until it was halfway in. She almost fainted for a
second, but she got control again and grabbed the other cucumber,
quickly inserting it into her throbbing pussy.
The pain was phenomenal, a stabbing, searing, scalding torture,
and through the cloud of agony she realized that she was hurting
herself this way for wanting Rina so much, torturing her body to make
her mind give up its own pain. At the same time, she found herself
shocked and amazed to realize that this is what she had put Karen
through earlier. But she also remembered the shattering, rupturing
orgasms the girl had had.
And she had forgotten that her body would adjust somehow.
After a few seconds the killing pain in her ass diminished enough to
let her move the cucumber in and out. Grunting and groaning with
low, almost demented hysteria, she began to fuck herself, both hands
manipulating the huge, hard cylinders, her hips squirming and
churning in rhythmic fuck-motions.
She tried to think of Rina, tried to picture the girl's
incredible, voluptuous, writhing naked body. I'm doing this for you,
she wanted to groan. For you! Because I want you too much. And I
wish you were fucking me like this! Punishing me, hurting me, for
wanting you so much!
"Unngghoownngg!" she cried out as the massive tubes plundered
her cunt and ass. "Oh god!"
But soon even thinking about Rina, about anything, was out of
the question. It was just her twitching, shuddering, straining body
that mattered, her nerves flaring and throbbing, her blood pounding
and surging, her pelvis bucking with desperate urgency. She impaled
herself on the cucumbers, keening wildly, growing closer and closer
to a terrible conclusion.
"Unh! Unh! Unh!" she panted, her whole body shaking with
anticipation.
She rammed and jammed them into her, gagging and sputtering,
howling softly with fierce pain and intense pleasure, her cheeks wet
with tears, her mind blurred with need and heartache and visions of
Rina taunting her in the dream, begging to be fucked and not letting
Laura touch her. Hunched up on her knees on the bed, her cheek
against the sheet, to get better leverage for her hands, she was a
contorted human-pretzel of desperate self-fucking, and when her
orgasm arrived she was nearly incapacitated by muscle spasms.
Suddenly, she stretched out on her back, still pushing the cucumbers
into herself, but straining and shuddering, her whole lovely body
bowed and taut, then shivering with sharp spasms as a terrible climax
ruptured her.
"Unngghhhaaiiiggghh!" she cried out. "Ohhnngg! Auungghhmmngg!
Oh! Oh! Oh Jesus . . . oh shit! Auunnmmgghhaannrrnnggg!"
Even when it was over, she lay on her back panting desperately,
moaning, weeping with shock and the aftermath of a blinding ecstacy.
Her body throbbed and ached, her ass and pussy burned from the rape
she had administered.
Oh god, it was so damned intense, and yet so meaningless to
come that way, she thought, stunned by her own violence toward
herself, and by the desperation of her need for Rina, whom she had
now lost forever. But the contradictions wouldn't go away.
She was driven in the same instant by her wild sexual
perversions and by her innocent love for Rina, who would be
scandalized by such goings on. There was no getting around it. With
Karen, she could satisfy every weird craving of her body, and do
things that both of them would never admit to another person. But
with Rina, when she had still had the opportunity, sex was an
exuberant, but innocent rapture, a heart-melting, total, incandescent
love experience.
And that made the loss more desolating than ever. She spent
the next three days crying most of the time.