Keywords: FF, cons, interr, rom
Part: Chapter 23
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance
When it was over, both girls nearly collapsed with fatigue,
shock, and amazement over what they had done together.
"You know," Brandi said, regaining her breath, "I thought after
seven years of body building that I'd experienced nearly everything
this body could feel. Boy, was I wrong. I've just had seven orgasms
in about an hour and a half. And the last one nearly killed me."
"Me too," Laura admitted, still stunned by its power.
She looked down at Brandi's thigh, then ran one finger
admiringly along the hard ridge of the huge muscle that had rubbed
her clit into an excruciating ecstacy.
"First time I've ever been fucked to death by a thigh," she
grinned. "I wish I had tried it before."
"Not just any thigh," Brandi joked softly.
"I know. Ms. Olympia's thigh. A thigh like no other. God . .
. I want to do it again!" Laura confessed, shocked and excited. "I
want to rub my pussy along your fantastic thigh until I come! Isn't
it awful?"
"Mmmmmm, I don't think it's so awful," Brandi murmured, pushing
Laura onto her back, growing more aggressive than she had been so
far. "I think if you like me to fuck you with my thigh, then I ought
to fuck you and fuck you with it," she whispered hotly, beginning to
kiss Laura's neck and shoulders and squeeze Laura's naked breasts
while moving her huge, muscular thigh back between Laura's.
Laura clamped her own thighs on it almost immediately, feeling
herself go slightly crazy with hot, maniacal lust, a deep need she
had experienced only rarely before, only a few times with Karen. She
was surprised how aroused she was, so close to another orgasm so soon
after the wrenching explosion only minutes ago.
"God, baby, I'm going to come so hard if you fuck me like
this," she panted to Brandi. "I want you to do it to me hard. Really
hard. Really fuck me. Fuck me hard."
She glowered with wild sex in her eyes at Brandi, feeling an
urgency she had not felt for months, as if she had not had a climax
in weeks, whereas she had actually had about four or five in the past
hour. Her eyes smouldered and begged Brandi for a crushing rape, for
more violence than she thought the girl was ready to deliver. So she
was surprised and wildly excited when she felt Brandi's fingers bite
into her flesh, and Brandi's hard thigh muscle grind down into the wet
cleft of her open pussy.
"Ohhhh!" she gasped, feeling faint with lust.
And Brandi was strong, probably stronger than any man who had
ever fucked Laura. Brandi's hard, smooth body bore down on Laura,
Brandi's arms crushed her, Brandi's mouth tore at her breasts, Brandi's
hard thigh slid up and down in the wet furrow of her cunt. Laura
nearly fainted with pleasure, panting and whimpering frantically.
"Unh!" Brandi grunted softly, ramming her thigh into Laura's
cunt.
"Oh!" Laura gasped.
"Unh!"
"Oh! Nnggeee!"
"Unh!"
"Mnnngee! Ohng!"
"Unh! Unh!"
"Aunng!"
"Unh!"
"Oh! Oh god, I'm going to come! Auungg!"
"Unh!"
"Do it harder, do it harder!"
Brandi slid her hands down Laura's back to her ass. Her strong
fingers clutched Laura's buns, and she pulled Laura's cunt into her
thigh muscle, rubbing it brutally up and down in Laura's streaming
furrow at the same time.
"Ahhnn . . . ungghh . . . aannhgghiieeeee!" Laura cried out as
hot jolts of coming ripped through her shuddering body.
She almost fainted from the intensity of her orgasm, which
wrenched and shattered her quivering flesh until she collapsed,
sobbing with shock and exhaustion, under Brandi, completely wrecked
and destroyed by it.
And Brandi was kissing her, caressing her, cooing to her,
shocked herself by the fierce, killing power of the climax she had
given Laura.
"If I'd known it would be that strong, I might not have done
it," she whispered, kissing away Laura's tears. "I never knew
anything like this was possible. God, I didn't. I never knew
fucking could be like this."
Laura kissed her. "If you stopped, I would've killed you."
"I almost killed you."
"I don't know if I've ever come that hard," Laura said. "I
guess your muscles really turn me on more than I thought. The
thought of your thigh mashing into my pussy . . . god, it makes me
wet just thinking of it now. I went crazy. I want it again."
"Are you sure?" Brandi asked, her eyes gleaming excitedly.
Laura knew she had only to ask. Brandi seemed ready to fuck her
until she begged the girl to stop.
"Make me wait," Laura whispered. "Make me think about it.
God, it just makes me shake and quiver."
Brandi pulled her down on the bed, rolling over on her back and
pulling Laura on top of her. They kissed heatedly. Then Brandi
murmured, still shy about asking.
"You know what I want?"
"Tell me."
"I want you to do something again too. To me." She grinned,
embarrassed. "You know when you fucked my ass and sucked my pussy at
the same time?"
"Is that what you want?"
Brandi nodded.
"You liked it, didn't you, you nasty thing."
"It made me die with coming. I'm like you, just remembering it
makes me wet."
"Mmmmmm," Laura grinned.
"You know . . . I have a pretty good ass."
"Tell me about it," Laura purred, running her hands all over
the hard black moons. "The first time I saw it, when I didn't want
you to think I wanted to fuck you, I almost came just from imagining
what it would be like to touch it."
"Really?"
"Yes, and kiss it and lick it and bite it and . . ."
Brandi shivered. Her eyes grew murky. "Are you going to do
that to me?" she whispered.
"Yes!"
Their eyes were still locked together, burning, the hot
magnetism that had brought them together and kept them fucking for
hours flowing like crackling electricity between them.
"I knew this guy once," Brandi said. "He kept wanting to screw
me there, but I wouldn't let him. Huge cock. I was probably right.
It would've killed me. But when you did that, I just about fainted."
Laura was kissing her body while she talked softly, and when
Laura's lips reached Brandi's nipples, Brandi had to stop. She began
moaning and panting. She began squirming, whimpering, holding
Laura's head in her hands, arching her back, pushing her breasts into
Laura's face.
"Suck them harder," she whimpered. "Please, Laura. Go ahead.
I want you to. Please. Unhhhh!"
And Laura needed no encouragement. She tongued and nipped and
tugged and bit Brandi's big swollen nipples until Brandi was writhing
franically, keening and panting. Then, having aroused the girl to a
terrible urgency, she slipped one of her pillows under Brandi's
incredible ass, tilting the girl's long glistening pussy and dark
asscrack up into accessible position.
She settled in between Brandi's huge, muscular thighs and ran
one teasing finger up and down between Brandi's crack.
"Ooohhh!" Brandi gasped, her hard body quivering excitedly.
Before Brandi could prepare for it, Laura had slid one long
forefinger up into the girl's tight asshole. Brandi's body arched,
tensed, her fantastic muscles flexing and gleaming.
"Aunghh!" she groaned softly.
Laura fucked her gently that way for a few seconds, kissing the
hard, bulging moons of her bottom at the same time, then nipping the
firm flesh, finally sinking her teeth into Brandi's ass, biting her,
but not hard enough to hurt. The sensations drove Brandi up the wall.
She began shaking and moaning feverishly, begging Laura to fuck her,
to fuck her hard.
"Do it . . ." she whimpered, her body flexing and straining.
"Do it to me, do it hard, Laura!" she panted.
Laura slithered her tongue deep into Brandi's sweet pussy,
driving the girl even wilder. She tongue-fucked Brandi for a few
minutes, then slid another finger up into Brandi's tight ass, bringing
involuntary tears to Brandi's eyes. Brandi's beautiful hard body grew
even harder as all her phenomenal muscles clenched and flexed. She
whimpered and strained, moaning with need.
"Oh god . . . yes!" she panted. "Laura . . . fuck me, please!
Fuck me make me come do it do it quick oh god! Unmgghh!"
But Laura held back, knowing how to make it better. For a few
more minutes, she fucked Brandi's ass and bit Brandi's incredible hard
buns, until the squirming and thrashing of the girl's powerful body
threatened to injure them both. And then, when she knew Brandi was
helplessly, desperately in need of a sharp climax, she returned with
her mouth to the girl's long, inflamed, red pussy, sucking and
tonguing it passionately. Finally, she took Brandi's swollen clit
between her lips.
It only took a few seconds for Brandi to come. She cried out
sharply as a shattering climax wracked her taut, flexing body, spasm
after spasm forcing taut squeals of bliss from her constricted
throat. And Laura kept fucking her throughout her orgasm, jamming
her fingers up into Brandi's ass and lip-pinching the girl's clit
until Brandi was exploding repeatedly in agonies of fierce pleasure.
Finally, her wonderful body collapsed back to the mattress, still
undulating from the aftershocks of her orgasm, and yielding to the
soft, sweet caresses Laura continued to make.
Her cheeks were wet with her tears. She fought to regain her
breath.
"God, Laura, you're going to kill me with fucking," she gasped.
"Oh," Laura purred. "Did you want me to stop?"
Brandi giggled softly. "Certainly not. You seem to be able to
make me come no matter how many times I have already. It's
incredible."
"Oh no it's not. It's men who get tired, not us."
"My boyfriend . . . oh, I didn't tell you I had a boyfriend,
did I. Mike. He's a bodybuilder too. He fucked me five times once,
but I only came the first time. I faked the others."
Laura kissed her, still filled with desire for the girl. "You
can't fake it with me," she whispered. "One, I'll know. Two, you
won't get a chance, because I can make you come, even when you don't
think you can."
"You can say that again," Brandi said, under her breath.
They took a break, fixing dinner, drinking wine, talking.
Laura loaned Brandi an old bathrobe. She figured that if they were
both covered up, they would be less inclined to fall on one another
with rabid lust. But Brandi's muscular body was so bizarre and
alluring even under the skimpy fabric of the bathrobe that Laura
could hardly keep herself from staring, and wanting it.
In the kitchen, with Brandi sitting at the table, she approached
the girl from behind, sliding her hands under the robe, down to
Brandi's small but hard round breasts, squeezing them, cupping them,
lightly pinching Brandi's big black nipples, until Brandi's eyes were
swimming with sex and pliant need.
"Baby . . . oh baby, you make me want you so much," Brandi
moaned softly.
Laura went around in front, dropping to her knees between
Brandi's huge, glossy thighs, pulling the loosened robe half off
Brandi's body at the same time. She got her mouth on Brandi's nipples,
sucking them softly, then sharply, devouring them, making the girl
yelp and mewl.
Then, knowing she could make the girl come quickly, she dropped
her mouth to Brandi's wet pussy and quickly tongued and sucked her
into a wailing, moaning, shuddering climax. The chair rocked, and
they knocked a glass off the table, which shattered ignored on the
floor beside them while Brandi whooped and groaned through a long,
quivering orgasm.
When it was over, she pulled Laura up from the floor, kissing
her gratefully, heatedly, passionately.
"How can I stay with you . . . ? You just . . . fuck me and
fuck me so much."
Her dark eyes glistened with happiness.
"Do you want me to stop?" Laura asked softly.
"I never want you to stop."
"God, I want you to rape me again," Laura whispered, hoarse
with a sudden upsurge of fierce lust.
She could feel her warm cunt juices trickling down her thigh, as
if she hadn't been fucked for days, or weeks.
"I can't get enough of you. It's scary."
Brandi stood up. She took Laura's hand and drew her out of the
kitchen, through the livingroom, toward the bedroom.
"I can't get enough of you either," she said, hurriedly pulling
off Laura's robe, running her hot hands all over Laura's naked body.
Laura grabbed her, kissing her frantically, biting her neck,
biting her nipples.
"I want you to do it to me hard," she gasped in a husky,
clotted voice, shaking with need and sexual excitement. "Harder than
before. I want you to really fuck my pussy hard with your thigh
muscle. You're so strong. It's so exciting when you really do me
hard."
They were both naked now, their eyes fiery with sexual arousal,
their breath coming harder, quicker. Brandi sat on the edge of the
easy chair Laura had in her bedroom and pulled Laura down on to her
lap, making Laura straddle her thigh.
"Now do it easy," she whispered to Laura. "Start easy. We'll
get there soon enough. I want to fuck you easy at first."
"Ohhhhnnnn!" Laura moaned, gently moving her wet, silky pussy
back and forth along the hard ridge of Brandi's incredible thigh.
With one arm around her back, Brandi held her, and with her free
hand scooped up Laura's breasts, one at a time, sucking Laura's
nipples softly, slowly, until they were stiff and throbbing. Now
Laura was moving more rapidly, pushing her cunt into Brandi's leg,
shimmying her thighs, biting her lower lip as a flood of sensations
gripped her quivering body.
Brandi's hands slid down to Laura's hips, and she began to flex
her iron thigh muscle as she moved Laura's pelvis back and forth on
it. Laura's splayed pussy was mashed into Brandi's flexing thigh, and
she quivered and moaned incoherently, her sexual need quickly
accelerating. She squeezed her own thighs tightly on Brandi's,
pushing her breasts into Brandi's face, her body tense and squirming
out of control.
"God . . . I want you to fuck me hard!" she panted softly.
"Hard! Harder! Rape me, Brandi! Rape me, please!"
Lifting the trembling, moaning Laura easily, Brandi carried her
the few short steps to the bed. Laura's maniacal sexual craving
obviously heightened her own desire wildly. She placed Laura on her
back, straddling one of Laura's thighs this time with her own. Laura
nearly swooned at the feel of Brandi's thick, bulging, iron-hard
muscle pressing into her open pussy. But this time, Brandi gasped and
grimaced too, feeling her own cunt rub against Laura's smooth thigh.
"God, baby, I'm going to come too," she panted, almost
delirious with lust herself as she began to move her leg up and down
in Laura's crotch.
Laura's fingernails bit into the taut flesh of Brandi's back. A
demented cawing came from deep in her throat as she writhed under
Brandi's powerful leg.
"Fuck me hard! Hard!" she grunted. "Awwoonngg!"
Brandi held nothing back. She hovered over Laura's supine body,
her own powerful body coiled and rippling with strength and almost
equal sexual need. The huge, sleek upper half of her leg rammed into
Laura's cunt, then again, then again.
The sharp sensations sent Laura over the edge, into a writhing
agony of incipient sexual explosion. She pumped her groin up into
each crushing thrust of Brandi's hard thigh, gagging on the uprush of
violent sensations, approaching a climax of unbelievable depth and
force.
"Unggh! Ungghh!"
And now Brandi was on the verge of an orgasm too, and her
powerful body crushed and pummeled Laura, her fingers biting into
Laura's flesh, the iron muscle of her thigh cleaving Laura's open
pussy and brutally mashing Laura's clit. Laura nearly blacked out
from the fierce rape. The sensations sent her reeling, gasping,
moaning and writhing into an enraptured trance of sexual vibration,
so that her body was just a quivering, throbbing nerve, squeezed and
slammed and pumped by Brandi's fierce sexual attack into a frothing
frenzy of unimaginable ecstacy.
She clung to Brandi's hard, driving, glossy, black, beautiful
muscular body, gagging with lust each time the girl's iron-hard
muscle crunched into her groin, sunk in a new dimension of sexual
mania, her whole body blooming with incredible, excruciating ecstacy
as she began to come.
This time she really did black out. For a few seconds the
violent rapture that gripped her was so shattering and sublime that
she lost consciousness, and went limp. But Brandi was now shuddering
and wailing through her own killing orgasm, her superhuman thighs
clamped on Laura's leg, her pussy jammed into Laura's thigh. She
groaned and yelped as hot rockets of coming pierced her body and
ripped her cunt. And she kept fucking Laura roughly through her
climax.
Laura passed out only for seconds, then revived to find herself
coming in shocking, excruciating, white-hot jolts, her whole body
paralyzed with incandescent pleasure, her flesh still rocked by the
crushing force of Brandi's clenching, ramming thigh. The two of them
seemed to merge in a moaning, panting, wailing, quivering burst of
rapturous sexual throbbing that lasted longer than any orgasm either
girl had ever experienced.
And when it was over, they lay side by side, still gasping,
tears pouring down their cheeks, their slack, exhausted bodies still
tingling from the fierce, orgiastic explosion they had endured
together. They could barely move. Each girl's thigh was slick with
the other's cuntslime, and each girl refrained from wiping it off,
wanting to preserve the incredible moment as long as possible.
"I think we may have to stop doing this," Brandi finally
murmured in a soft, hoarse voice, sitting up beside Laura, caressing
Laura's hip with one long finger. "We're gonna kill each other."
"I know," Laura agreed.
She sat up. Tenderly, they kissed each other, aware of the
magnitude of the experience they had just shared.
"I've had some pretty powerful orgasms in my life," Laura
whispered. "But it took Miss Olympia to make me faint."
Brandi smiled, kissing and caressing Laura's cheek. "I never
felt anything that even comes close to this," she whispered. "But
girl, fucking with you is harder than benchpressing two hundred
pounds."
Reluctantly, they dressed. And when they were clothed, they
electrified each other by not wanting to leave the bedroom. Laura
knew the feeling, and had felt it before. Each one felt that once
they left the scene of this scintillating, perverted, incredible
experience, they would never get it back. Laura, of course, was
afraid that Brandi would have second thoughts.
"I don't want you to go," she whispered to Brandi, kissing her.
"I want to fuck you again."
"I know," Brandi panted. "But we can't. Look what we just did
to each other."
"I've never come like that."
"Me either. But I want to live a little longer."
"Tomorrow? Next week? We don't have to do that every time."
"I know. But how do we stop?"
Laura's eyes blurred with tears. "Discipline?"
"Don't cry," Brandi kissed away the big tears that spilled down
Laura's cheeks. "I know I can't stay away from you."
But after she was gone, Laura did cry. She cried for twenty
minutes, then, in the bath, ended up masturbating, rubbing her sore
pussy into yet another spasm in the memory of Miss Olympia and her
iron thigh.