Keywords: MF, cons, bd, anal
Part: Chapter 26
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance
Laura didn't have sex with anybody for six months. Except for
the same evening, after Karen left, when she had almost injured
herself with the same, still-wet cucumber and banana she had used on
Karen, trying to get rid of the sexual tension she had built up while
fucking the girl, bringing herself to a brutal, painful, shockingly
intense orgasm, she had not even masturbated.
Getting over Rina's murder was even harder than she had thought
it would be. She had dreams about the girl all the time,
tantalizing, sexual dreams. Rina would be naked, beckoning, offering
herself. But Laura would awaken not in a heat of need but in a
clammy sweat, nauseated and chilled and repelled by her own lust.
Lust for a dead girl, whom she had loved and caused to be killed.
She punished herself very much for what had happened. And sex
seemed something alien to her, who had once had twenty or thirty
orgasms in one session, both with Karen and Rina, and several times
with both of them together. Who had once fainted when being fucked
by Brandi. But now somehow her body did not become aroused. It
seemed lifeless, cold, withdrawn, as if sex were a part of her past
only.
She did become mildly interested in a new face at work, a
beautiful, tall, slender black woman with long hair falling around
her shoulders, so unusual in a black. Her name was Yvette Farmer, and
she wore business suits with white sneakers, a trait Laura found
sublimely cute and fetching. But Yvette was married, and had a small
child. She was gorgeous, but very reserved and aloof.
And anyway, the last thing Laura was going to do was try to
seduce her. A young mother? And after what had happened with Rina?
The thought actually curdled her blood, and she dismissed it quickly.
She enjoyed looking at Yvette, without even a thought of fucking her.
Instead, after six months of sleepwalking, she started going
out with a man again. Of course, she was stunning, and men had never
ceased paying attention to her, even when she was deep into her girl-
girl sex phase. Now one in particular caught her eye, a young lawyer
named Rob, whom she met through a friend. On their very first date,
he took her out to dinner, then to a famous local sports bar where
there were banks of TVs on the walls, showing a multitude of games
and competitions.
She was having a good time, joking, drinking beer, when a TV
monitor in the corner caught her eye. It was showing a female body
building competition, and as she watched, she suddenly saw Brandi
Pearson fill the screen, smiling, eyes sparkling, body rippling and
smooth, glossy and grotesquely beautiful, a body Laura knew every
inch of, even the parts concealed by the small patches of Brandi's
display bikini.
The sight caught her so sharply by surprise that she almost
lost her breath and fell off the stool, where she was sitting with
Rob and his friends. She couldn't keep her eyes off Brandi. How
could she have forgotten how gorgeous the girl was, and how much she
had desired Brandi's fantastic body? She devoured the TV image of it
with her eyes, drinking in Brandi's glossy black skin, her rippling
stomach, her amazing, perfect hard ass, her small, swelling breasts,
and her huge, flexing thighs. Laura's pussy flooded with juice.
The only time I actually fainted, she thought. She pressed her
thighs together, remembering the feel of Brandi's huge muscle crushing
her throbbing clit and making her cry out involuntarily with fierce
ecstacy. A sharp tremor shook her whole body, and she had to look
away from the TV screen so as not to arouse suspicion. God, if they
see me looking at her like that, they'll know I want to fuck her! she
thought.
But no one noticed. She tried to laugh and joke with them and
keep the corner of her eye on the TV at the same time. Brandi was
part of a group of girls, and when it came time for her to pose,
Laura nearly came unglued. She couldn't stop looking. Oh god, I
want her! she realized. I've never got over her. I want her again!
Brandi's thighs flexed and rippled. Her arms swelled, her veins
bulged, her muscles expanded. Laura's pulse raced. Her pussy ached.
Brandi turned around, displaying her incredible back, and her ass.
Laura trembled. The crotch of her panties was damp from the oozing
nectars in her cunt. The commentator on the TV said that this event
was taking place in Indianapolis. God, I wonder if I could get a
telegram to her, Laura thought. And what would I say? Dying to fuck
you again? Not trying to turn you into a permanent lesbian? Just
call me, please?
But she knew it was hopeless. Brandi had her head screwed on
straight. She knew they were too good for each other, too dangerous,
and she was right. Laura leaned over and frenched Rob's ear.
"I'm getting kind of bored," she whispered. "Why don't we go
back to my place?"
"Really?" His eyes lit up.
They went to her apartment, and Laura made drinks for them.
Rob was very handsome, and he quickly had her blouse unbuttoned,
before Laura pulled away, more to tease him than anything. She
couldn't get the image of Brandi out of her mind, and really wanted
this guy to give her a blistering, punishing fuck to make her forget
the girl.
"What kind of girl do you think I am?" she teased.
"The most beautiful one I've ever kissed," Rob said gallantly.
He couldn't take his eyes off her half-clad body. It had been
so long since she'd had a man that Laura had forgotten her effect on
them. She was truly stunning, and she tended to overlook it.
"A friend of mine, a girl actually, once told me that men
really get aroused by watching a girl take off her own bra," she said
in a throaty whisper.
It was only bending the truth slightly, she thought. She could
see his eyes throb with lust.
"Do you agree?" she taunted.
He nodded and swallowed, loosening his collar. "You are
gorgeous. How did you get to be so beautiful?"
Slowly, Laura put her hands behind her back and unclasped her
bra. She moved sinuously, letting the thin straps slide down her
arms. Her firm, perfectly-shaped breasts and bulbous coral nipples
came slowly into view from behind the drooping fabric.
Rob was speechless. He raised his hands and gently cradled
each of her incredible breasts in his palms.
"Laura . . . I've never seen breasts this beautiful. Not even
in magazines."
Laura's gaze turned murky and hot. "I hope you can do more
than look at them," she whispered.
He smiled, then lowered his mouth to them and kissed her naked
breasts all over, finally sucking one large soft nipple into his
mouth. Laura's nipples were always very sensitive, and the fact that
she had gone without sex for almost six months made her react
sharply.
"Ohhnnnnn!" she moaned, lacing her fingers behind his head and
pushing her breast into his face. "God . . . do it hard!" she
panted.
He sucked her harder, but she could tell he was afraid to hurt
her, afraid to do it as hard as she wanted. But she knew she could
incite him. She began undressing him while he sucked her nipples,
unbuttoning his shirt, unzipping his pants. She got her hands on his
cock and was shocked and delighted. He had a huge one, a genuine
prodigy, something she would never have suspected, since he gave no
outward clue.
She squeezed it in her fingers. "Suck hard," she whimpered.
"Suck me hard. Yes!"
It took only seconds for the two of them to turn into wild
animals in heat. Rob was filled with lust for her body, and Laura
was horny with a six months' need. They tore each other's clothes
off and fell writhing together on the floor of Laura's livingroom,
kissing and clawing and sucking and moaning feverishly.
Laura got her mouth on his gigantic cock, but he wouldn't let
her suck him for long.
"God . . . it's so big," she panted, curling her sensual lips
around it.
"Don't suck," he panted. "I want to fuck you."
"You better do it quick. I can't wait."
"Neither can I."
She looked down as he guided the monster into her juicy slit,
watching and panting as it slid deep into her pussy. She had never
felt such a big cock, or rather only one time before, when the four
black kids had gangbanged her in Rina's apartment. One of them had
had a cock this size, but now she felt Rob's was even bigger. It
seemed to fill her whole body.
And he fucked her fiercely and sharply with it, hard and
violent with lust for her gorgeous body. Laura was in seventh
heaven, reeling and groggy with fuck-hunger, wrapping her long legs
around his thrusting hips and groaning sharply each time his long
prick stabbed deep into her pussy. Rob not only fucked her hard, he
nearly devoured her at the same time, sliding his mouth down to her
breasts, his lips tearing first at one of her nipples, then the
other, making Laura whimper and pump even faster.
It was no romantic, first-date fuck. Instead, they clawed and
screwed each other to the brink of an explosive orgasm in only about
a minute. Rob groaned and came first, rearing up with his cock,
lifting Laura's squirming ass off the floor and spearing her tight,
clasping pussy with his huge pole. Laura could feel the hot rockets
of his jism shooting into her just before she erupted in wild spasms
of coming herself, ripping his back with her nails and screaming in
sharp cries of ecstacy.
They hammered each other throughout a convulsive, noisy orgasm,
then fell exhausted to the floor, panting and laughing from the
release following such a fierce coupling. Rob was a genuinely nice
guy, and she kissed the shredded flesh of his back, where she had got
too violent.
"I . . . I haven't had any sex for a long time," she confessed.
"I guess I lost control."
He winced. "I ought to punish you," he teased. "Tie you up
and fuck you in the ass or something."
Laura's blood leapt. She looked down at his huge cock. God,
it'll kill me! she thought. But she couldn't stop the roaring of her
blood. Even while he was fucking her she had been thinking of Brandi
on the TV screen, of Brandi's spectacular body, of Brandi's thigh
muscle between her legs.
"Would you like to do that?" she asked calmly, seriously.
Rob kissed her, stroking her body, her breasts, her perfect
thighs, then her shapely ass. "Laura, there isn't a man alive who
wouldn't want to do that."
She reached down and squeezed his limp cock, feeling it grow
under her fingers. "Don't you think this thing of yours might send
me to the hospital?"
"You really are serious, aren't you," he said.
"I happen to have some rope," she said softly, daring him with
her eyes.
"Really. You're a little kinkier than you seem."
She opened the bedstand drawer and took out the tube of K-Y
jelly. Now Rob's cock had really reawakened. It was thundering and
rising, swelling, throbbing, jumping, now stiff and red.
"You want to fuck me in the ass?" she smiled.
Rob was equal to the dare. "Where's the rope?"
Laura had not touched the rope since her last night together
with Karen. It was still under the bed. She pulled it out slowly
with her toes, letting him watch her beautiful leg. Then she put her
wrists together, beckoning for him to tie them.
"Not yet," he said, his voice clotted with excitement.
Laura looked at his enormous penis, now rigid and pulsing
wildly, hard as a rock, the biggest she had ever seen. She knew this
would be a punishing experience, a painful one, something fierce
enough to make her forget about Brandi. At least for a while.
She dropped her hands. She looked down at her breasts.
"You want to tie them up too?" she whispered.
He nodded.
"It almost makes me come, just that," she said, closing her
eyes briefly.
"You've done it before," he said.
"Never with a man."
"Laura, you get more interesting by the minute."
He began looping the rope around her breasts. She remembered
the loving way Karen tied up her breasts, so slowly, methodically,
careful to cinch them just tight enough, not tight enough to hurt,
but enough to make them swell and pulse. Rob was nearly as careful.
"I would never trust a man to do this," Laura said softly.
"Until now."
"How many girls have you slept with?"
"Three."
"You must like it."
She held his fantastic, gigantic cock with both hands while he
thoughtfully wrapped the rope around her naked body, pulling it just
tight enough.
"None of them had one of these," she murmured. "Oh!"
"Does that hurt?"
"Yes. Leave it. I want it to hurt a little."
Her breasts bulged, discoloring with entrapped blood, her
nipples expanding and glossy. Laura briefly felt faint with lust.
If he sucks them, I'll come, she thought. If he blows on my clit,
I'll come.
He bent his face close to hers, kissing her mouth roughly.
"I'm dying to suck your bursting nipples," he whispered.
"You'll have to wait," she teased. "I can still break free."
"We'll soon take care of that."
In about three more minutes he had her more ingeniously trussed
than Karen had ever done. Her legs were bent at the knees and her
calf and thigh each tied together. Her forearms were tied together
behind her back, making her throttled breasts jut forward more than
ever, her glossy, swelling nipples protruding hugely. He ran the
remaining strands of rope through her crotch, letting it bite between
the lips of her cunt, since he wasn't going to fuck her there, but
pulling it aside in the crack of her ass, to expose her small rectum.
Laura lay on her side on the bed, glaring up at him, her eyes
murky with lust, her cunt flooding with juice, her breasts throbbing.
"You'd better gag me," she warned him. "I know I'll scream."
"I want to hear you moan first," he said, holding his massive
cock in one hand and rubbing the bulging head of it all over her
strangled breasts, poking her nipples, jabbing them with it.
Laura nearly went wild. Her tightly-bound body was gripped by
uncontrollable shivers, and low, guttural moans came from deep in her
chest. His cock rubbing and stabbing into her taut breasts excited
her fiercely.
"Oh god, Rob, fuck me," she pleaded. "I can't stand it."
"I want your boobs, your gorgeous boobs, in my mouth," he
panted, sliding down, bringing his mouth to her distended nipples,
sucking and biting them passionately.
Her breasts were like hard gourds, and his lips and teeth on
her swollen, throbbing nipples drove her in seconds to a sharp,
whinnying, sobbing climax.
"Auungghh!" she groaned. "Nnnggmmnnnieeeee! Oh! Oh god!"
"You're right, I'd better gag you," he said, hearing her cry
out as she came.
Tears streaked Laura's cheeks. She nodded rapidly, completely
submissive as he snatched up her slip from the floor and use it to
gag her. Next he dragged her helpless body off the bed onto the
floor, placing her on her knees, with a pillow under her head, her
ass uptilted and beautifully vulnerable.
Next he greased two fingers with the jelly and began lovingly
fucking her asshole with them, widening it, making it ready. He was
almost tender about it, taking care not to hurt her but using a slow,
sensual, probing motion that quickly had Laura moaning softly and
gyrating her hips. Oh god! Oh god! she thought.
She had thought she was ready for it. After all, she had been
fucked in the ass before, even by big cocks. Even gang-raped. And I
did the cucumber, she thought, recalling how she had used the
cucumber she had fucked Karen with on herself. She had nearly
injured herself, being unable to walk easily for two days. The
beautiful Yvette Farmer had even mentioned it at work. Laura had
plead a sprained ankle. What could I say? she thought. I fucked
myself in the ass with a cucumber? I really came hard, too? But
it's kind of hard to walk now? Yvette said she should wrap the ankle.
I'm just trying not to baby it, Laura had replied.
But her thoughts of Yvette fled in a flash when Rob began
inching his greased, gigantic penis into her asshole. Daggers of
flaming pain shot through her ass, then the rest of her body. Again
tears squirted from her eyes. She groaned, shutting her eyes,
wanting it to be over, and yet wanting it to be even worse. I don't
want to fuck her, she thought through the red pain, meaning Yvette. I
don't want to fuck Brandi. I just want to be fucked, like this, by
this monster.
Her whole body was filled with it. The pain exceeded every
threshhold until it became almost sublime, an enveloping cloud of
excruciating sensation, punctuated by sharp, hot arrows as he began
to move the monster in and out of her ass. She found that mental
surrender was almost as important as physical. She relaxed her
muscles as Rob grew more tense. He wanted to go easy on her, but the
physical excitement for him was too intense.
"Oh baby . . . !" he panted, his fingers digging into the flesh
of her ass, his cock driving deep into her asshole. "Oh baby! I . .
. I'm sorry, I . . . can't help it! Unghh!"
"Owwnngggg! Ungghh! Anngggghh!" Laura groaned into her gag.
Just a few hammering strokes more, and he came, crying out in
tortured pleasure, his prick spurting and jetting thick strings of
jism into her. The warm gobs of cum shooting into her ass made Laura
come too, right behind him, her body straining and writhing in the
rope coils.
For a few seconds a savage, horrific ecstacy welded their
bodies together, his enormous stiff cock buried deep in her tight ass,
their constricted, animalistic cries intermingled. But as the
pleasure waned, Rob was clearly shocked by what they had done and
raced to untie her. He was stricken with shame and remorse when he
saw the bites the rope had made into her golden flesh.
Funny how this happens, she thought, as he kissed the rope
burns the same way she and Karen had often done with each other. And
she and Rob ended up the same way, in a long, simmering, gentle,
finally explosive fuck that seemed to heal the violence of their
earlier perverted coupling.
They fucked twice more before he left in the early morning, and
Laura was not sorry she had invited him. Her asshole still throbbed
and burned. And the rest of her body was so sore from the collision
with Rob that it was days again before she thought of Brandi.