Keywords: FF, cons, interr, bd, toys, sm
Part: Chapter 48
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance
Chapter 48
After her hot little orgy with Chanitra and Karen, Laura
thought she should have been fulfilled for the evening, at least.
God, I'm not a nymphomaniac, am I? she asked herself. Because all
she could think about was Karen's return. They drew each other like
magnets. I've already had five orgasms, and I still can't wait to
fuck with her.
She got ready for Karen by taking a long bath, then putting on
a lace teddy she had never worn yet, pale aqua with lacy transparent
flower designs. Her body was clearly revealed through it, and she
had contemplated wearing it for Jonelle, if Jonelle were ever to
return. But now, as if to spite her, she would wear it for Karen.
She had never actually prepared this way for a lover, and by
the time Karen rang the downstairs buzzer, and Laura let her in, she
was really aroused again, as if she had never had sex yet this day.
And Karen seemed to have been dwelling on it too, because her eyes
were fiery with sexual excitement as Laura let her in the door.
"It was hard to concentrate on money," she said, her eyes
widening as she let them drift up and down Laura. "God, sometimes I
forget how gorgeous you are."
"You like?"
Laura modeled the teddy for her.
"I hope it's not expensive. I may rip if off you."
Laura made a mock pout. "You wouldn't. I'd be happy to take
it off for you."
She glanced down at Karen's hand and saw that she had brought
her goody bag. Laura's blood leaped, and a rocketing pulse suddenly
beat in her throat, making it hard to speak for a moment. Karen saw
where her eyes had gone. She raised the bag, with a hot, inviting
stare.
"Want to make us a drink?" she smiled softly.
"Yes," Laura said hoarsely.
Karen followed her into the kitchen. While Laura poured them
each a vodka tonic, Karen began removing her own clothes, slowly
peeling off her blouse, then dropping her skirt. Even though Laura
had been fucking with her, and Chanitra, only about two hours ago,
she was as fascinated with the girl's beautiful body as if she had
never seen it naked.
Finally, Karen was clothed only in her underwear, black bikini
panties, and a deliciously abbreviated pale yellow bra. The cups
were transparent mesh, revealing the large black circles of her
nipples.
"I could eat you alive," Laura whispered as she handed Karen
her drink.
Karen grinned. "It was fun fucking with that fantastic
child," she said. "But it didn't give me what I need."
"She's a hot little minx, though."
"What a body."
Laura traced the upper slopes of Karen's breasts with one
finger, dipping it between her bra cups. "Not any better than
yours," she whispered.
"You think we should go in the bedroom, or do it right here?"
Laura took her drink, and grasped Karen's free hand with her
other hand, drawing her toward the bedroom. Inside it, she closed
the door, as she always did, except when in such a hurry that it was
forgotten. But she thought having it closed might somehow muffle
the sounds they made.
She and Karen kissed, at first slowly, then more searchingly.
Laura unclasped Karen's bra and it slid down Karen's arms, exposing
her magnificent breasts. Laura held them in both hands, rubbing the
thick protruding nipples in her palms while kissing Karen again.
Karen's hands crawled over the lace of Laura's teddy.
"How do you get this thing off?" she asked softly.
"There are snaps, in the crotch," Laura said, with a faint
smile.
"Mmmmm."
Wasting no time, Karen drew Laura down onto the bed, pushing
her knees apart and sinking to the floor by the edge of the bed.
Quickly she found the two tiny snaps and opened the crotch of the
teddy, exposing Laura's beautiful, partially-open pussy. Only a
hint of the glistening inner sleeve was visible.
Karen skillfully slithered her tongue into it and began making
love to Laura's pussy. Laura moaned, quivering, gyrating her hips
slightly.
"Oh! Oh Jesus!" she gasped.
"Jesus won't help you," Karen murmured.
"Oh! Karen! Yes! Ohhhnnnn!"
"Oh no you don't," Karen said, peeling the lace teddy up
slowly, exposing Laura's naked body, kissing every inch as the
garment peeled away from Laura's smooth skin. "I'm not going to let
you get away with a quick, easy orgasm like that."
But when her lips reached Laura's aching nipples, Laura nearly
came anyway. Karen's caresses always aroused her so much that
climaxing was no problem, and Karen had to stop before Laura came.
She propped herself up over the supine Laura, dangling her
breasts until her nipples brushed Laura's wet ones.
"Then do it to me," Laura begged. "Do it to me however you
want to, do it hard. Please."
"Do you still have that rope under the bed?"
"I only use it when you're here."
Grinning, Karen fished under the bed with one hand, coming up
with the coiled rope. Working slowly and caressing Laura's naked
body as she went, in five minutes she had tied Laura up completely,
roping her forearms to her thighs, coiling rope around Laura's
stomach, running it through her crotch on each side of her pussy.
But she had left Laura's perfect breasts untouched.
Now, as Laura watched, feeling her body throb with need and
wild sexual excitement, Karen opened her black bag and removed the
long leather thongs they had used together in the past.
Carefully, she wrapped one of the thongs around one of Laura's
breasts about six or seven times. The hard round ball of flesh
reddened, Laura's large nipple swelling and gleaming. Her breast
throbbed, but not wildly, not painfully. And her pussy began to
gush with juice, as it always did when Karen did this to her.
Using the other thong, Karen wrapped it around Laura's other
breast the same way. When both were throttled, but not tightly
enough to take away sensation, she tied the ends of the thongs
together, yoking the hard, discolored, swollen balls of Laura's
tightly-bound breasts together.
"Oh god!" Laura panted, in a hot, delicious, perverted frenzy
of horrible sexual need.
Now Karen had slid down between her splayed thighs.
"Mmmmmm, you're beautiful red pussy is all gooey," she
murmured, licking it, making Laura quiver with need.
In a flash Laura remembered their last time together, when she
had come about twelve times in just thirty minutes. Karen had
tortured her into an almost constant climax, and she had returned
the favor. Each time they got more brutal with each other, and came
harder and longer. How could they top that? And did they want to?
"You want to come, don't you," Karen purred, licking Laura's
pussy slowly, teasingly, making Laura whimper and squirm.
"Yes!"
"You want me to fuck you, and fuck you hard, don't you."
"Oh . . . yes! Karen, please!"
"Do you want the gag?"
Laura was almost insane with sexual need already. She nodded
vigorously.
Karen dipped into her bag and came up with the ball gag and
harness, which she quickly secured in place around Laura's head.
She smiled, letting her hands drop to Laura's strangled breasts,
pinching Laura's nipples gently with her fingers, then twisting them
harder, then so hard that Laura's body tensed and rose up off the
bed. Clotted mewls of pain were trapped in her throat.
Laura couldn't believe how her body responded to Karen. Had
anyone else done this to her, she would be horrified, paralyzed with
fear and pain. But Karen's hands or mouth on her breasts, no matter
how brutal, made her quiver with near-ecstacy and throb with lust at
the same time she was arching and moaning with pain.
And now Karen was greasing the two-pronged dildo and sliding
one huge prong between Laura's buns and up into her ass before Laura
had even come down from her levitation.
"Anghhhummphhggh!" Laura groaned into the rubber ball as the
gigantic, ass-splitting rod reamed her.
The other prong went up into her pussy and the same time, and
Karen fell on her like a demon, fucking Laura furiously, her thigh
jamming the two-pronged dildo deep into Laura's body while her mouth
tore at Laura's bursting nipples and her hands fiercely squeezed
Laura's throttled breasts.
Overwhelmed by the fury of Karen's assault, Laura began coming
almost immediately. She had two quick, violent orgasms. Karen's
teeth sank into her nipples, and she cried out into the gag, sobbing
and coming in shattering waves of spasms. She had not been raped
this brutally since Yvette's husband had attacked her, not even by
Karen. But this time Karen's perverse passion was unrestrained.
She fucked Laura, and fucked her, and fucked her, until both of them
collapsed side by side on the mattress, Karen apparently from
exhaustion, and Laura from having six or seven almost continuous
scorching, blistering, shattering orgasms.
After only a few seconds, Karen gathered the energy to untie
Laura, and to ungag her, and to unwind the thongs from around
Laura's breasts.
"God . . . I'm sorry," she gasped, only now regaining her
breath.
Laura smiled at her wanly, then winced as Karen pulled the
dildo contraption out of her body. "I wanted you to fuck me, not
kill me," she said softly.
"I don't know what came over me. I really wanted you. And I
kept thinking about Yvette Farmer, and that darling teenager, both
of them fucking you all the time, instead of me, and it made me
furious."
"So you tried to hurt me bad. And you did."
"I'm sorry."
"But I came so hard." Laura embraced her, and kissed her. "I
always come so hard with you."
"I guess you'll really have to . . . hurt me back," Karen
said, her eyes suddenly stirring with perverted excitement. "Won't
you."
"You little tramp," Laura said, eyes narrowing. "You hurt me
like that just so I could repay you."
Karen's eyes glistened. She looked down at Laura's hand,
which had tightened on one of her naked breasts. Laura's fingers
were digging into the firm, dark flesh. Karen's lips parted.
Laura's fingers gripped the girl's large, bulbous black nipple,
pinching it, gently first, then hard, harder.
"Owwnncchh! Oh!" Karen cried out, her eyes watering with the
pain.
"And that's only a taste of what you're going to get," Laura
said between her teeth, grabbing one of the loose thongs on the bed.
Quickly, she looped it around Karen's breast, the one she had
just pinched, pulling it tighter than usual. Karen's beautiful
large breast swelled up, gleaming and hard, her huge nipple
bursting. Laura knew she wasn't going to leave the thong that
tight. She would later loosen it, to make sure Karen didn't lose
sensation in her nipple. But for now she wanted it to hurt.
With the long remaining strand of the thong she tied up
Karen's other breast the same way.
"It hurts," Karen whimpered.
"That's what you want it to do, isn't it," Laura said,
affecting deep spite and sadism, which spiced up the experience for
both of them.
Karen's eyes watered. Even though Laura knew how deeply the
girl wanted it, Karen looked pathetic, scared.
"You're hurting me," Karen said, as if to taunt her, to goad
her into further actions.
Without saying a word, Laura bared her teeth. Karen's eyes
rolled up, and she began to pant softly, uncontrollably. Laura
looked down at the beautiful, swollen, hard gourds of Karen's
throttled breasts. She had never tied them so tightly, and they
looked ready to burst. She ran her fingertips over the large,
protruding black nipples.
"Oh!" Karen whimpered.
Then Laura dipped her head, extending her tongue and licking
them both, first one, then the other, teasing and tickling Karen's
bursting nipples until Karen was quivering and moaning. She really
didn't want Karen to come yet, she wanted to draw it out, make Karen
beg her, reduce Karen to a quivering, helpless slave of lust. But
she was unable to restrain herself.
The sight of Karen's strangled, hard, shiny breasts and wet,
bursting, huge black nipples triggered a wild, fierce streak of
desire in Laura. She fell on the hard black balls of flesh with her
hands and mouth, sucking and biting Karen's big nipples hard, and
digging her fingers deep into each breast. She attacked the
beautiful, swollen globes savagely, bringing her thigh up at the
same time into Karen's crotch, crushing it roughly into the girl's
streaming pussy.
"Auunngghh! Ohnnggghh!" Karen cried out, coming almost
immediately, spilling over in torrents of coming, her body thrashing
and twisting as Laura fucked her brutally. "AUUNNGGHHH! Oh! Yes!
Oh god . . . YES! Annghgiiieeee! Ohnggg . . . oh! Oh! Oh god . .
. yes yes yes YES! Auunngghh!"
Her orgasms were violent and rupturing, and she had five in a
row before Laura slacked off, pulled away, panting and appalled at
what she had done. She kissed Karen's wet cheeks, and uncoiled the
thongs from her breasts, making the girl wince as she tried to
soothe her wounded nipples.
"God, I didn't mean it," she murmured.
But Karen, in spite of having come five times, was still
delirious with sexual excitement.
"I want you to fuck me more," she said. "I want you to whip
me. Please. Tie me up and whip me. Please, Laura, quick."
"Oh, baby, no."
"Yes! I've done it a few times by myself. But it's never
good enough, never as good as you could do it. Please!"
Laura was appalled and excited, as usual. In the past they
had only toyed briefly with whipping, as when Karen had whipped
Laura's entrapped breasts and nipples lightly with the small whip
she kept in her goody bag. But she knew Karen was serious. And she
was already so aroused from sucking and biting Karen's nipples and
bringing her to five killing climaxes that she couldn't easily turn
away.
"Where?" she asked. "On your ass?"
Karen shook her head. She spread her thighs and displayed her
wet, black-lipped, glistening pink cunt for Laura.
"There," she breathed, her eyes fiery and dancing excitedly.
"Oh no, not your pussy. How could I do that?"
"Please."
She knew she should refuse, but they were both so overheated
with sexual excitement and their own twisted perversions that she
couldn't stop herself. In minutes, she had Karen tied to the bed,
her thighs spread widely, the harness ball-gag fastened in place.
By now Karen was quivering involuntarily, her body a mass of
shivers, her breasts jiggling alluringly, her thighs trying to close
but unable to because of the ropes.
"If I'm going to whip it, I have to kiss it first," Laura said
in a low, smoky voice, kneeling between Karen's spread thighs and
beginning a long, slow process of making love to Karen's wet pussy
with her mouth.
In about two minutes she had Karen groaning with need again.
Her open pussy was inflamed and oozing, and Laura, whose thirst for
the girl's gorgeous breasts was unslaked, rose up Karen's stomach to
her breasts. They were not trapped by the thongs now, but jutting
and upswept, not even slack though Karen was on her back, and Laura
filled her hands with them, hearing Karen whimper, half with sexual
excitement, half at the tenderness of her nipples, which Laura had
earlier nearly swallowed.
This time Laura was less rough, but she still tongued and
sucked Karen's big nipples until Karen was squirming and whinnying,
having forgotten the pain, now hungry for more, her luscious body
quivering and her hips churning. Laura went to the bag and drew out
the long rod with the square leather pad on the end.
"I can't believe you really want this," she said, holding the
small whip in front of Karen's face, watching the girl's eyes widen
with fear and wild sexual excitement inside the eyeholes in the
harness.
Karen nodded vigorously, pushing her pelvis up to display the
glistening open gash of her runny pussy to Laura. Oh god, oh god,
Laura thought, filled with wild feelings. How can she want it? Can
I do it?
Slowly, she brought the small leather square on the end of the
flexible rod down between Karen's firm, glossy thighs. They were
beautiful thighs, as beautiful as Brandi's though without the huge
muscles, and she caressed them lovingly with the end of the whip,
making Karen moan and shake excitedly. Finally, the tip of the whip
was only an inch from Karen's wet, puckered cuntlips.
Laura teased Karen's cuntlips with it, tickling them, rubbing
them, then placed the leather square directly on top of Karen's
swollen, pinkish clit. Karen's body tensed. Her eyes narrowed,
fiery and stricken. Laura raised the whip only a few inches and
gave Karen's vulnerable clit a light tap.
She did not strike it hard enough to hurt, or even sting, but
the very fact that she had done it electrified them both. Karen's
luscious black body clenched so hard that the muscles and tendons
showed in her arms and legs, and veins stood out on her neck. Laura
felt her own hot blood leap excitedly in her body. She bit her
lower lip.
"Oh baby . . . oh baby," she murmured, massaging Karen's clit
with the tip of the whip, watching Karen go crazy with anticipation.
Then she raised the whip and gave Karen's exposed clit three
quick, hard snaps with it.
"Owwnngg! Unnggh! Auuggnn!" Karen groaned into the gag,
wincing, her body shaking frantically.
Laura knew Karen wanted to be whipped hard, fast, and
continuously, until she came. But she had her needs too. Again she
dropped to her knees between Karen's thighs and licked the inflamed
berry she had just whipped, licking and sucking it until Karen was
whooping and her hips were jerking up and down in frantic fuck-
motions.
Then Laura whipped it again, this time landing five blows on
Karen's flaming pussy, two or three directly on her clit, before she
sank to her knees again to kiss and tongue and suck it. The
combination of whipping and mouth-mauling was almost too much for
Karen to bear. She nearly fainted, gasping deliriously as she drew
nearer and nearer to an excruciating finish.
This time, as Laura sucked and tongued and ate Karen's
delectable pussy, she knew the girl was going to go off like a
rocket any second. Karen was whinnying uncontrollably, squirming,
thrashing, pumping, insane with perverted pleasure and hot,
unbearable need.
So Laura knew this time was it. There was no going back. She
whipped Karen's exposed, vulnerable, wet, inflamed pussy as hard as
she could with the whip, four, five, six times, landing the leather
square directly on Karen's clit almost every time. Karen's
beautiful body strained, clenched, and she whinnied hysterically
into the gag as a fierce, cataclysmic uprush of coming wrenched her.
Laura was so caught up in the weird violence and crazy,
perverted excitement of it that she kept whipping Karen's fiery,
beautiful, inflamed pussy two or three more times while Karen's body
was convulsed in a whirlwind of spasms. But then she dropped the
whip, her own hot blood pounding inside her body, and dropped to her
knees, pressing her mouth to the glistening, reddened gash and
tonguing and sucking Karen's clit hungrily, prolonging the girl's
orgasmic ordeal, until Karen seemed nearly to die of coming.
She came two more times after Laura dropped the whip, either
from the momentum of her first climaxes, or from Laura's heated
caresses. Then her exhausted body went slack, and Laura hurriedly
untied all the ropes and freed her from the harness gag.
"Oh god, baby, I never saw you come that hard," she murmurmed,
kissing Karen, worried that now that the excitement was over,
Karen's whipped pussy would hurt terribly.
"I thought I was all over for me," Karen grinned, remembering.
"I think I came about six times. But the first one, that nearly
killed me."
"How does your pussy feel now?"
"It aches a little."
"Want me to kiss it some more?"
"Mmmmm," Karen smiled.
Laura did kiss it, lovingly, tenderly this time, but
passionately enough to bring Karen to another orgasm in about two
minutes. Then they coiled together for their slow, simmering,
healing fuck, a melding together that Laura realized was the glue
that held their bizarre, sado-masochistic relationship together.
They could trust each other through the pain, knowing that this
binding, incandescent moment of shared ecstacy awaited them at the
end.
By the time Karen left, both were sore and exhausted, but
satisfied in a peculiar but thorough way. They had burned to the
very depths of their sexual needs and come back whole, resonant and
loving, though tired.