Keywords: Ff, cons, interr
Part: Chapter 32
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance
Over the next few weeks she and Yvette engaged in a
white hot affair, fucking like fiends whenever they got the
chance, twice more at work in vacant offices Yvette somehow
knew about. They knew how dangerous it was, but that seemed
to make it even more exciting, and they both had unbelievably
intense orgasms in each other's arms on executives' sofas.
Every few days they met at Laura's apartment after work
and fucked until Yvette had to go. She persuaded her
husband that she was working late on a project, usually
staying with Laura until about eight, ravenous with lust.
Once Laura asked her, "Don't you ever do it with him? He'll
get suspicious if you stop entirely, won't he?"
"I let him fuck me once a week," Yvette smirked. "I
fake a climax, he comes in ten seconds, falls asleep, and I
pretend I'm with you. Once I even came just from thinking
about you, after he went to sleep."
When Yvette's husband had to go out of town on a
business trip for a week, she invited Laura to stay with her.
"We'll kill each other with fucking," she said, smiling
wickedly. "We won't be able to walk."
"We almost do that already," Laura said.
But she couldn't refuse. Her desire for Yvette was
undiminished. After the baby was in bed, their first night
alone in Yvette's house, they nearly did just that. Though
Yvette had trouble really letting herself go with her
daughter asleep in the next room, she and Laura fucked
fifteen times, each having several multiple orgasms. And
Yvette enjoyed them even more since they were in the same
bed where her joyless sex with her husband usually took
place.
The next day the Yvette took her daughter to stay with
her mother for a few days. God, Laura thought, we'll put
each other in the hospital.
But after work that evening, before they could even get
out of their clothes, Yvette's sixteen-year-old sister
dropped by for a brief visit, and Laura realized that
something very shocking was happening to her.
"This is my kid sister Chanitra," Yvette said,
introducing Laura to the most ravishing, shockingly beautiful
teenager she had ever seen.
The weather was warm, and Chanitra was wearing cutoff
jeans and a skimpy halter. She didn't yet have a woman's
body. She still had the enchanting, smooth, lissome body of
a girl on the verge of complete womanhood, and the sight of
it nearly made Laura come unglued. Chanitra's skin was
somewhat blacker than Yvette's, very black, and her long
legs were even more shapely than her sister's, if that were
possible.
They rose to willowly thighs and the most perfect bottom
Laura had ever seen, even more perfect than Rina's, high and
sculptured and round, a more beautiful ass than anyone could
imagine possible. Her small, jutting breasts were concealed
by the thin halter, but the rest of her upper body was naked,
and sleek, and smooth, her back a masterpiece, her midriff
taut and glossy.
Laura tried not to stare. She was embarrassed. She
knew that long ago, before Karen, she wouldn't have looked
twice at Chanitra, except to notice that she was a good-
looking girl. But she wouldn't have wanted to eat her alive,
as she did now. And she couldn't let either Yvette or
Chanitra know.
They all three had dinner together, and Chanitra left.
Laura and Yvette began fucking almost before the girl was
out the door, tearing at each other, desperate to do in total
freedom what they had been doing in a more restrained manner
while Yvette's small daughter was there.
But for Laura there was even more urgency, since she
wanted to obliterate the memory of Yvette's stunning sister
in a marathon of orgiastic sex. And she knew she had the
right partner for it. If anything, Yvette's appetite
exceeded even Karen's. She came easily under Laura's
caresses, and one climax only made her want five more.
In about an hour neither one could even sit up, and
they both fell briefly asleep. Laura awakened first, about
twenty minutes later, and gazed up at the ceiling, wondering
what was happening to her. Isn't it enough that you're
screwing a woman with a husband and a small child? she
thought. Or that a beautiful girl is dead because of you?
Now you want a fresh young teenager too? What would Yvette
say? You're turning into a cradle robber.
The next day Yvette was sent out of town on a quick
business trip herself. She would be gone for three days.
Laura had packed a suitcase and left it at Yvette's house,
since they had planned to spend at least five days together
while Yvette's husband was gone. Her stomach did flipflops
as Yvette told her she could drop by to pick it up any time
since Chanitra would be house-sitting while she was gone.
At first she was afraid to go. How can I be alone with
her and not let her see how much I want her? she wondered.
She's only sixteen! God, she might even be a virgin!
This thought made her both recoil from the idea of
wanting to fuck a virgin, and excited her wildly at the
thought of fucking a virgin. Especially one who looked like
Chanitra. How could you be so awful? she asked herself.
Wanting to corrupt that poor sweet thing.
But she couldn't stop herself from going by to pick up
the suitcase. She couldn't stay away. Just control
yourself, that's all, she told herself over and over. Self-
control. She won't have the slightest suspicion you want to
do that do her, so just don't let her suspect it. Just be
friendly, get your suitcase, and leave.
She actually tried to control her impulses, but
Chanitra was wearing the same thing when Laura got there, as
if she had known how it affected Laura, and wanted to rub it
in, to make things worse.
"Hi," Chanitra greeted her at the door. "Yvette said
you might be dropping by."
The girl had a fetching little crinkle-nosed smile.
Laura had been so busy looking at Chanitra's spectacular body
that she had scarcely noticed her beautiful face.
"Just to get my suitcase," she said, bashfully, only realizing
afterward that it was a little unusual for her to have left it there.
"It's right in here," Chanitra smiled, leading her into the . .
. bedroom.
Oh god! Laura thought. It was all so obvious. Chanitra bent
over to pick it up, and Laura's eyes lingered long, lovingly, even
lustfully on the girl's perfect long legs and incredible bottom.
Chanitra couldn't help noticing the way Laura was looking at her as
she turned and gave Laura the bag.
"You fucking my sister, aren't you," she said in a
quiet, matter-of-fact voice.
Laura blushed hotly, and turned her face away. She
didn't know how to respond to such boldness.
"I . . ." she stammered. "I . . . we---"
"You don't have to say anything," Chanitra said.
"Didn't mean to embarrass you. I just thought . . . you two
be sleeping in the same room and all, you know."
She pointed to the bed. Laura swallowed. She sat the
suitcase down, afraid she would drop it. Chanitra's
infectious smile never left her face. She wasn't hostile, or
any less friendly. Just curious, it seemed.
"Really," Chanitra said, trying to reassure her. "I
can see I upset you. Didn't mean to. I . . . kinda even had
a question, that's all."
"I didn't mean to look at you that way," Laura said,
almost under her breath, deeply ashamed.
"I don't mind," Chanitra crinkled her nose. "Kinda
like it. Why do you think I wear these, anyway?"
She did a graceful little pirouette, showing off her
sleek black thighs and incredible high round ass. Laura
tried not to crave the girl's delicious body.
"You know," Chanitra said, conspiratorially. "I did it
a couple of times, with a couple of dudes. It wasn't too
hot, if you want to know the truth. They was pretty quick.
It was over before I got into it. I just thought, maybe you
know something they don't know. Like Yvette seems to like it,
know what I mean?"
God, is this really happening? Laura wondered. Is she
coming on to me?
"You certainly have the most beautiful ass I ever saw,"
Laura said under her breath, barely able to trust herself to
speak.
"You like it?" Chanitra grinned, turning again,
sideways, and sticking it out provocatively. "You know, I
don't wear anything under these. Just fold up a piece of
toilet paper and stick it between . . . you know where, and
the cloth. Pretty sexy, huh?"
Laura nodded. "Pretty sexy," she said softly.
"You want to see it?"
Laura shut her eyes and nodded. "What'll your sister
think?"
"She don't have to know."
Chanitra unbuttoned her cutoffs and let them slide
slowly down her spectacular legs. Already Laura could feel
her cunt throbbing and oozing, fluttering excitedly.
Chanitra kicked the cutoffs away from her feet. She turned,
and Laura's eyes feasted on the gorgeous, round, beautifully
shaped bottom.
"You want to touch it, don't you," Chanitra whispered.
Again Laura nodded.
"Sit down on the edge of the bed."
Laura sat and Chanitra walked over to her, turning her
back so that her perfect ass was right in front of Laura.
Laura raised both hands and caressed the firm, dark moons,
sliding her fingers under them, giving Chanitra a twinge of
pleasure. Chanitra's half-naked body stiffened, then relaxed
again.
"Ooohhh, that feels good," she murmured.
The girl was so receptive that Laura stopped
restraining herself. Her hands grew more aggressive,
cupping, kneading, squeezing, her fingers gradually invading
the shadowy crack between the perfect, gleaming buns. She
bent forward and kissed them, running her lips and tongue all
over them, nipping the taut flesh gently with her teeth.
Both of them were driven wild sexually by what they
were doing. Chanitra began quivering and moaning softly.
Laura's pulse raced and roared, and her cunt flooded with
juice.
"Put your hands here, on the bed," she murmured to
Chanitra, guiding her, helping her bend over and place her
palms on the edge of the mattress.
Then Laura slipped to her knees behind the girl and
came up under Chanitra's perfect ass, slipping her tongue
deep into the wet open cleft of Chanitra's pussy.
"Uhn! Oh!" Chanitra gasped.
Her thigh muscles and her buns clenched, making her
more desirable than ever to Laura, who knew she could make
the girl come quickly, if she chose to. Gently, she pushed
and urged Chanitra forward, face down on the bed, pushing the
girl's sleek thighs apart and lowering her mouth to
Chanitra's clit at the same time. It only took a few sucks
to bring on a sharp, surprising climax.
"Aunngg! Oh! Oh . . . annggg . . . aaiingghiieeee!"
Chanitra cried out, her body shaking as a strong orgasm
gripped her.
Still stunned by her climax, she didn't resist as Laura
unfastened her halter and rolled her onto her back. Laura
scooped up both of Chanitra's hard, small breasts, in her
hands, sucking the girl's large, bulbous nipples sharply,
passionately, while dropping her hand to the girl's crotch
and rubbing her clit again. In only seconds Chanitra came
again, whimpering, then moaning as a long, sinuous climax
unfolded in her body.
Laura wouldn't let her stop but kept building on the
erotic plateau Chanitra had reached, sliding back down
between the girl's yawning thighs and tonguing her wet pussy
into two more orgasms. Finally she slid one finger, greasy
with Chanitra's own pussy juices, up into the girl's
incredible ass, sucking her clit at the same time, fucking
her rapidly in the ass, and brought Chanitra to a shattering
culminating orgasm that left the poor girl weak and panting
with fatigue, and throbbing with aftershocks of sexual
pleasure.
Her eyes were glassy and her mouth slack as she looked
up worshipfully at Laura, who only now realized that she
herself was still fully dressed.
"God . . . you really fucked me," she said in a hushed,
astonished voice. "I came five times."
"You're so beautiful, Chanitra," Laura whispered, so
desperately horny herself that she could barely see straight.
Chanitra reached up, pulled Laura's face down to hers,
and kissed Laura with a scorching, searing kiss, unbuttoning
the back of Laura's blouse as they kissed.
"I want you," she panted into Laura's ear. "Want to
fuck you too, like you did me."
She almost ripped Laura's expensive silk blouse in her hurry
to get it off. Her lips were on Laura's neck and shoulders, dipping
between the cups of Laura's bra, hungrily kissing the shadowy valley
between Laura's breasts, while her fingers worked at the clasp
behind Laura's back. She got the bra off and took one of Laura's
aching breasts in both hands, sucking the nipple deep into her
mouth.
"Oh!" Laura cried out softly, her body squirming excitedly as
Chanitra devoured her breast.
The girl was a demon. Her mouth and hands were all over
Laura's breasts, sucking and squeezing and mauling them until Laura
was coming wildly, still wearing her skirt, writhing and moaning
sharply as Chanitra nearly swallowed her throbbing nipples.
"Auunngghh! Ungghiieeee!" Laura cried out, her breasts aching
as Chanitra continued to suck them even after the orgasm began to
wane.
But then Chanitra was quickly removing the rest of her
clothes, skimming her skirt and panties down her legs. And then
Laura felt the entire naked length of the girl's delicious body
against hers as they coiled together, kissing and caressing with a
sharp, feverish urgency that she didn't remember feeling since she
and Rina first discovered each other.
"I want you . . . I want you," Chanitra murmured over and
over, sliding between Laura's legs.
"Auunnghh!" Laura groaned as she felt the girl's lips touch
her pussy.
For a near-virgin, a certain virgin when it came to girl-
fucking, Chanitra was a hot and urgent lover. Her long tongue
slithered up inside Laura's flowing pussy, her lips closed over
Laura's clit, and she mouth-mauled a straining, sobbing, groaning
Laura into two more climaxes in only a few minutes. They were
quick, wrenching, violent climaxes, and Laura was still panting and
sighing as Chanitra slithered back up to embrace her.
"There . . ." she whispered softly. "I made you come a few
times too. Couldn't leave you hanging like that."
"Thank you," Laura blinked away the tears.
"Now I know why you and Yvette be doing this, why she like you
so much."
"Did she tell you about me?"
Chanitra shook her head. "I can see it in her eyes."
"It's kind of awful for it to be so obvious," Laura said,
half-ashamed. "I mean, I'm not trying to steal her from her
family."
"I know," Chanitra said, matter-of-factly. "You just want to
fuck her."
"It's such a cold way of putting it."
"You think so?" Chanitra crinkled her nose in her infectious
grin. "I just want to fuck you. Is that so bad?"
Laura shook her head. "It's wonderful. You're so . . .
natural. You just . . . made me come so hard."
"Really?" The smile again.
Laura kissed her passionately, and her kiss aroused Chanitra,
who began squirming, pushing her small hard naked breasts into
Laura's, panting, even whimpering. Laura couldn't believe how lucky
she herself was. This delicious girl! So young, so beautiful, so
exuberant and energetic and ripe and eager for hot girl-fucking.
With me! Laura thought. God, she's so beautiful!
This time Laura slowed down the pace. She was very skilled at
taking the initial sparks of sexual arousal and slowly building a
raging fire of need in the other's blood. She had learned it with
Karen, and used it with each successive lover, and now with Chanitra
she began a slow, steady buildup to a shattering finish.
And it gave her a chance to explore the girl's young,
beautiful body in a way their quick, urgent fucking so far had
prevented. Chanitra was very deep black and had young, new, hard
little breasts with popping, bursting, gleaming large black nipples
that swelled up from the surface of her breasts like ripe plums.
They were sensitive, too. Even the touch of Laura's tongue on her
nipples made her moan, made her body strain and quiver.
"God, it feel so good," she panted, watching as Laura sucked
one thick, bulbous nipple into her mouth. "Ahhnnnn!"
And this sensitivity fell right in with Laura's plan, since
she could suck Chanitra's nipples and caress her wet pussy until the
girl was shaking, only seconds from coming, before slacking off,
dropping the intensity level, bringing her back from the edge. Then
Laura would start it again.
After three times, Chanitra was writhing with need. Her wide,
murky eyes implored Laura to give her release.
"Please . . . Laura," she panted. "Why won't you let me
come? Please!"
"Oh I will, baby, I will," Laura murmured, nearly swallowing
one of Chanitra's delectable thick nipples, bringing short, hot
yelps of ecstacy from the girl's throat.
The writhing of the girl's delicious naked body, and the feel
of Chanitra's sensitive, bulbous nipple in her mouth nearly made
Laura herself come, without any other help. She let it slide from
her mouth and slipped one leg under Chanitra's, moving forward,
bringing their pussies together slowly, deliberately, until the
electrifying contact took place.
"Ohhh!" Chanitra gasped, nearly fainting with sexual
excitement.
Laura knew how it felt the first time. Never in Chanitra's
wildest dreams had she ever thought such a sensation was possible.
Both of them nearly came an instant after their cuntlips met, and
mashed together. They were both so aroused already from what Laura
had been doing to Chanitra that Laura knew it would be fast.
She didn't even need to slip her hand down between them and
guide their excited clits together. Chanitra was already quivering
and whimpering hysterically. Laura could feel her own orgasm only
seconds away.
She embraced the girl's lean, smooth, beautiful body, pressing
their naked breasts together and kissing Chanitra with scorching,
devouring passion. At the same time, she let her hands slide down
the girl's fantastic back to her ass and dug her fingers into the
perfect moons, jamming her cunt forward into Chanitra's and grinding
her hips sharply.
Again and again she mashed her wet cunt into Chanitra's,
fucking the girl hard, hard, and Chanitra began pumping back,
whinnying helplessly and hysterically as a fierce uprush of
rapturous coming suddenly wracked her body.
"Auungghiinnnaaiiii!" she cried out, coughing and choking on a
hot flood of sensations, her luscious young body wrenched by spasms
of ecstacy. "Oh! Ungghh! Oh . . . auungghhiieee!"
Laura came a split second later. A shattering climax
convulsed her flesh, a blinding incandescence of sexual bliss that
left her breathless, before a helpless cry of pleasure escaped her
throat.
"Anngghh! Oh, oh . . . mmnnnggghhhieeeee!" she cried,
clinging to Chanitra's straining body, luxuriating in the feel of
their two silky wet throbbing pussies pressed together while they
both came wildly.
Collapsing together on their sides on the bed, panting, their
cheeks slick with tears, they kissed each other softly, tenderly.
Even Laura, who had been through it before, could hardly believe
what they had done, how shocking and powerful their combined orgasm
had been. Chanitra had barely entered womanhood, but she was a
total woman now. Most women went through their whole lives without
having an orgasm like that one.
"God . . ." Chanitra gasped softly, after a long pause while
their breathing returned to normal. "I never knew sex could be like
that. I almost passed out."
"I know," Laura whispered. "Some day I will make you pass
out."
Chanitra smiled warmly. "You gonna keep fucking me? Might
make Yvette jealous."
Laura knew it was true. "But how can I keep my hands off
you?"
"I hope you don't try. I never came like that. Ever."
"You're such a delicious girl. I want to eat you alive."
Chanitra's eyes grew murky with lust, and Laura knew that she
wasn't tired, she wanted more. And Laura wasn't about to turn away
from the experience of a lifetime. Would she ever again get to fuck
a girl so young, so beautiful, so innocent and eager, so exuberantly
sexy and excitable? One long, searching kiss lit the fires again in
both of their bodies.
Laura wanted more of the girl's incredible ass, as if she
couldn't keep believing it existed unless she was kissing and
stroking and clutching and . . . probing it. Rolling Chanitra onto
her stomach, Laura slid down the girl's body and began kissing and
caressing the dark moons of Chanitra's ass aggressively. Her teeth
nipped the taut flesh, making Chanitra whoop and sigh.
Finally, she pulled the hard round buns apart and began to
explore the crack between them with her tongue. She knew Chanitra
had never experienced anything quite like it, and the girl nearly
went wild, moaning, squirming crazily. The hotter Chanitra became,
the more relentless Laura became, until finally she was tongue-
fucking the girl's asshole and scissoring Chanitra's clit between
two fingers at the same time, bringing Chanitra to a seizure of
coming that seemed more wrenching and total than even their cunt-
kissing shared orgasm that had preceded it.
The girl's supple, pliant, black, naked body was so desireable
to Laura that somehow Chanitra's orgasmic convulsions brought out a
hot, feverish, consuming lust in her. She swarmed over Chanitra's
supine, straining body, sucking Chanitra's nipples, hand-fucking her
pussy, raping her, bringing the poor girl to three more quick
climaxes before Chanitra's mouth on her hot, throbbing pussy brought
Laura to another sobbing orgasm herself.
It was midnight before they stopped fucking, there in
Yvette's bed, exhausting each other with insatiable need. After
Laura's all-devouring rape of the delicious teenager, Chanitra had
turned the tables on her, fucking Laura so energetically, so
relentlessly, that Laura herself had three orgasms in a row, without
stopping. By the time they couldn't go on any longer, around
midnight, Chanitra had come about twenty-five times, give or take
one or two, and Laura, who never counted any more, knew she had come
close to fifteen times too.
"Don't go," Chanitra begged as Laura began slowly collecting
her clothes. "I don't want you to go."
"What do you want to do, fuck me to death," Laura laughed
softly.
"Yes."
She pulled Laura back. For a long time they simply lay
together, kissing and whispering.
"I never knew anything could be like this," Chanitra
whispered. "I came about a thousand times."
"Me too."
Chanitra's large dark eyes welled with tears. "Do it to me
again, once more, before you go. I'm afraid, once Yvette finds out,
you won't ever do it to me again."
"Oh honey . . . she's not going to find out," Laura soothed
her, kissing her, caressing her. "There's no reason to tell her.
This is between us, you and me."
"Oh! Oh god!" Chanitra gasped as Laura's mouth dropped again
to her breasts.
Laura couldn't keep away from them, or from Chanitra's perfect
ass. Determined this time to make it the last one, and the most
final, shattering, devastating climax of all, she gradually
reawakened the smouldering sexual fires in Chanitra's incredible
body. Summoning up what little energy she had left, she took a full
twenty minutes to bring the luscious teenager to such a frenzied
pitch of need that Chanitra was quivering helplessly under her
touch, moaning and begging for release.
This time Laura couldn't resist fucking Chanitra's ass and
pussy at the same time while sucking her clit, and the girl nearly
passed out as a wrenching, excruciating orgasm throttled her
arching, shuddering body. She screamed so loud that Laura was
afraid the neighbors might hear. Spasm after spasm of fierce
pleasure wracked her beautiful body, finally leaving her as limp as
a rag, panting and moaning in Laura's arms.
It was one a.m. when Laura finally left the girl sleeping
peacefully in Yvette's bed. She let herself out and drove home,
feeling a curious mixture of exhausted but happy sexual tingling and
troubled anxiety about the future. She knew that her relationship
with Yvette, which was fairly uncertain anyway because of Yvette's
husband and child, was now complicated more than ever by the night
Laura had spent with Chanitra.