Keywords: FF, cons, interr
Part: Chapter 51
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance

Chapter 51




          One day in a supermarket Laura saw Brandi's picture on the 
    cover of Flex magazine.  She stopped in her tracks, feeling the 
    blood pound in her veins and a hot prickling inside her cunt.  Brandi 
    was gorgeous, as usual, wearing an abbreviated red bikini through 
    the bra of which you could see the thick bumps of her nipples 
    outlined.  Her rippling stomach and her perfect shoulders were bare, 
    and she was holding two shiny silver barbells that looked like they 
    weighed about a hundred pounds each.

          God, that girl fucked me, Laura thought, swallowing 
    reflexively.  She made me pass out.

          She picked up the magazine and looked inside, hoping for more 
    pictures.  And she wasn't disappointed.  There was a whole photo 
    layout featuring Brandi.  In each picture she was provocatively 
    posed, and clothed, except the first one.  There, she was spread out 
    on her stomach across a leather sofa, face turned away from the 
    camera, her whole incredible back and ass and all the rest of her 
    magnificent body stark naked.  Laura gulped again. 

          She had pressed her own naked body against that back, that 
    ass.  Her breath grew short, and her pulse accelerated.  She knew 
    she was wildly aroused sexually, and was afraid people would sense 
    it.  She threw the magazine into her shopping cart, vaguely 
    wondering how embarrassed she would be when it came time to pay for 
    it.

          When she got it home, she didn't even put the groceries away 
    before opening it and feasting her eyes on the picture again.  It 
    had been about a week since her flaming session with Barbara, and 
    she felt pretty horny.  Also, her desire for Brandi was mixed with 
    the strange sadness they had both felt after their last encounter, 
    which had been so fierce and ecstatic that they both knew Brandi felt 
    it was way too dangerous to continue.  Laura knew she would never 
    have her again, and so looking at the picture made her nearly come 
    unglued with desire.

          Sitting in the easy chair, she had her skirt up and her hand 
    on her flowing pussy before she even realized it, as she gazed at 
    Brandi's fantastic naked body.  Her body clenched as her fingers 
    brushed her clit.  Her eyes devoured Brandi's naked back, the 
    beautiful curves of the splendid muscles that flowed down into the 
    sculptured dark moons of Brandi's ass.  Laura had tasted it all, and 
    she remembered it too, remembered the feel of her lips on each 
    smooth, round globe, remembered parting them with her fingers, 
    slithering her tongue in . . .

          Just then her downstairs buzzer rang.  

          "Oh god!" she said out loud, dropping the magazine, startled 
    out of her sexual trance.

          She stood and smoothed down her skirt.  Who could it be?  
    Should she answer?

          Shakily, she went to the speaker.  It was Chanitra!  Laura 
    could feel her heart leap inside her chest.  She buzzed the girl in 
    and waited at the door for her.

          "Hi!" Chanitra said brightly as Laura let her in.  "Long time 
    no see."

          Laura smiled.  "No kidding."

          As usual, Chanitra was dressed in the most fetching, 
    provocative way imaginable.  She wore tight white pants and a skimpy 
    midriff blouse, bright green and tight too across her jutting young 
    breasts.  Her beautiful, silky, young black skin was visible 
    everywhere.  Laura, who had aroused herself to a frantic pitch, only 
    seconds from coming, while looking at Brandi's picture, wanted to eat 
    Chanitra alive.

          "You ain't been missing me, though," Chanitra teased.  "Ain't 
    heard you been calling me or anything.  Trying to get me over here."

          "I thought you were busy."

          "I was busy at Karen's," Chanitra said pointedly, clearly 
    trying to make Laura jealous, and succeeding.

          Laura frowned.  "You should be going out with boys.  You're 
    too young to be just a . . . lesbian."

          Chanitra smiled her fetching, crinkly-nosed smile.  "You 
    pretty young yourself, and you one."

          Laura swallowed.  She changed the subject.  "Did you and Karen 
    have a good time?"

          Chanitra came over to her, to tease her more closely.  She 
    touched Laura's cheek with her finger.  "She fucked me, if that's 
    what you mean.  She likes to fuck me."

          "Who wouldn't?" Laura said, half sourly.  She had the itch 
    herself.  The girl was enchanting.

          Chanitra tilted her lips temptingly up at Laura.  "Would you?"

          "Yes."

          "How come you don't try, then?"

          Now Laura teased her back.  She touched Chanitra's smooth 
    cheek with one fingertip, then let the finger fall, down her neck, 
    to her beautiful bare shoulder, further, to her breasts.

          "I'm afraid I'll hurt you, I want you so much," Laura 
    whispered.

          "Laura," Chanitra said, solemnly for the first time.  Her eyes 
    watered a little.  "I got to thinking you didn't want me any more."

          "You're wrong."

          "Karen's okay.  But you . . . you're my first."

          They came together kissing ravenously.  In only a few seconds 
    they were naked on Laura's king-sized bed, and Laura was all over 
    Chanitra.  

          She didn't realize how horny she really was, how horny 
    masturbating while looking longingly at Brandi's picture had made 
    her, until she began devouring Chanitra's wonderful young naked 
    body.  Then she quickly forgot about Brandi.  

          "God, I forgot how gorgeous you are," she panted to Chanitra, 
    who was in seventh heaven, moaning as Laura tried to swallow her 
    bulging, shiny black nipples.

          Wet with her saliva, they were soft, glimmering cones that 
    stood up from Chanitra's small, hard breasts, and Laura was unable 
    to keep her mouth off them.  She sucked them hard, bringing tiny 
    mewls of ecstacy from deep in Chanitra's throat.

          "Ohhnnn . . . oh god oh Laura!" she whimpered.  "Ohhh shit!"

          By the time Laura slid down and pushed her mouth into 
    Chanitra's runny slit, the girl was almost coming already.  In only 
    a few seconds she exploded in a hot, whinnying climax, her strong, 
    beautiful young body flipping and straining as she came.

          Now Laura flipped her over and feasted on Chanitra's incredible 
    ass, wondering how she could have survived without it this long.

          "God, you're incredible, baby," she panted, filling her hands 
    with the firm moons, licking them and then sucking and biting them, 
    pulling them apart and invading Chanitra's puckered anus with her 
    tongue.

          "Aiieeee!" Chanitra squealed, her whole body trembling with 
    convulsions.

          Laura slid one hand under her crotch and into her pussy, then 
    shook it hard and made Chanitra come again in just seconds.  In a 
    way it reminded her of what she had done with Barbara, except that 
    the two were so different.  Chanitra exploded again with exuberant 
    coming, then quickly turned the tables on Laura, swarming all over 
    her and fucking her eagerly, until Laura herself was coming.  She 
    had three orgasms herself before Chanitra would stop.

          It was while they were lying lazily together and murmuring 
    softly after these explosive couplings that the downstairs buzzer 
    rang again.  

          "Who could that be?" Laura wondered, half-aloud.

          "Probly another one of your girlfriends," Chanitra said, with 
    her crinkle-nose grin.  "Crazy to have you be licking her pussy."

          Laura pinched her.  "You mean like you are?"

          "Of course," Chanitra giggled.  "Whyn't you let her in?"

          "When you're here?"

          "Never mind.  I'll let her in."

          Chanitra bounded off the bed before Laura could stop her.  
    Before Laura could catch her she had already buzzed the buzzer and 
    let in whoever it was.  A cold squirt of fear shot through Laura as 
    she wondered if it might be Jonelle.  But then she relaxed.  Jonelle 
    always called first, and anyway it was hard for her to get away 
    because of her little boy.

          But Laura was not prepared for the shock of seeing Yvette 
    through the small crack she opened in the door.

          "Laura, let me in," Yvette said.  "Why don't you open the 
    door?"

          "I---" Laura choked, unable to speak.

          "Oh, I get it," Yvette said, looking stricken.  "There's 
    somebody in there with you, right?"

          "Shit, just let her in," Chanitra said, yanking open the door.

          Yvette's face froze with shock.  She did come in out of the 
    corridor, and shut the door behind her, but apparently only to keep 
    the neighbors from seeing both Laura and Chanitra stark naked.

          "Chanitra," she said softly, as if unable to believe it.

          Laura felt worse than naked.  She didn't know what to do 
    either.

          "I'll get us some bathrobes," she said absently.

          "You ain't gon' leave me alone with her, are you?" Chanitra 
    said sarcastically.  "She'll probly kill me or something."

          But Yvette didn't look hostile.  Instead, she looked 
    infinitely sad, and Laura knew why, and felt partially to blame.  
    She returned in less than a minute with a bathrobe for Chanitra.  
    She had already slipped into hers.

          The three of them stood awkwardly by the front door.  Then 
    Chanitra said, "Shit, I was just leaving anyway," in a sour tone of 
    voice.  "I already had my fun."

          Laura wanted to say, "No, you don't have to go."  But she was 
    torn.  The look on Yvette's face was desolate, and now big tears 
    began to roll down her cheeks.

          "Chanitra . . . how could you?" she wept softly.

          But Chanitra was all defiance.  She stuck her face directly 
    into her sister's.  "I like fucking with Laura," she said.  "Laura 
    been fucking me a long time.  This ain't new.  We been fucking a 
    long time.  Hot and nasty.  We good together, tell her, Laura."

          Laura swallowed.  "Yvette . . ."

          Yvette glowered at Laura through her tears.  

          "That's okay, I'm outta here," Chanitra said.  "Maybe I'll go 
    on over to Karen's place and see if she wants to get a little piece 
    of me too."

          She said the last deliberately to wound Laura, and succeeded.  
    Laura wondered why both of them were allowing this gorgeous sixteen-
    year-old to hurt them this way.  But Chanitra went to the bedroom, 
    reappearing, clothed, only a few minutes later and waltzing out the 
    door with a smirk. 

          "See you guys," she said.  "Later.  Don't do anything I 
    wouldn't do." 

          Laura and Yvette stood there, very uncomfortable, for a long 
    time.  Finally, Yvette sniffled.

          "Let me get you a kleenex," Laura said.

          "Don't do me any favors," Yvette sniffled.

          Laura went to the bedroom and returned with a kleenex.  "You 
    knew about Chanitra and me," she said softly, trying to downplay it.  
    "It wasn't a secret."

          Yvette blew her beautiful brown nose.  She blinked back her 
    tears.  "I just think about you all the time.  How I can't be with 
    you.  How I want you.  Sometimes my body is just burning up for you.  
    When I'm in bed with him, I think about you.  And then . . . to 
    think of you . . . fucking with my little sister, it just . . ."

          She dissolved into fresh sobs.  Instinctively, and because she 
    really did care for Yvette a lot, Laura put her arm around Yvette's 
    shoulders.  Yvette cried, and somehow they easily ended up in an 
    embrace, with Laura kissing her wet cheeks, then her neck, her chin, 
    and her mouth, tenderly, then more than tenderly.

          Yvette quickly became very aroused.  She was panting and 
    mewling, kissing Laura back passionately.

          "Do you still have something left for me?" she asked Laura.  
    "After her?  Could you still . . . fuck me?"

          "Where's Arthur?"

          "Playing golf.  My little girl's with my mother.  Laura, 
    please."

          "You know I can't keep my hands off you."

          Yvette shivered.  "Oh god . . . how I've dreamed of this 
    moment."

          Laura took her into the bedroom.  They both had forgotten that 
    only minutes ago Laura and Chanitra had been fucking on those very 
    rumpled sheets.  Quickly Laura began to undress Yvette, trying to 
    distract her.  Yvette was wearing a sweater, and she helped Laura 
    pull it up over her head.  Laura kissed her shoulders, her chest, 
    the upper slopes of her small, perfect breasts, reaching behind for 
    Yvette's bra clasp. 

          "I can smell her on your sheets," Yvette said, as they lay 
    together on the bed while Laura unclasped Yvette's bra.

          "You can't.  You just smell me."

          "I smell fucking."

          Laura got the clasp undone and slid the bra off Yvette's body, 
    filling her hands with Yvette's small, beautiful breasts, dropping 
    her mouth to them, sucking one of Yvette's nipples sharply.

          "Ohhh!  Oh Jesus!" Yvette gasped.

          It had been weeks since one of their speedy, after-work 
    couplings, and Laura was very hungry for Yvette, in spite of her 
    mini-orgy just before this with Chanitra.  I guess this is the day 
    for the sisters, she thought, kissing Yvette's smooth black body 
    everywhere as she undressed her.  Finally, she reached her crotch.

          "Oh god, Laura, yes!  Please!" Yvette whimpered, moaning and 
    sighing with aching, deep pleasure as Laura's mouth touched her 
    blossoming wet pussy.

          "Oh honey, you're so wet for me," Laura murmured, licking the 
    lovely parabolic petals of Yvette's glistening cunt.  "You really 
    want me to eat you and fuck you, don't you."

          "Oh god . . . yes!  Yessss!  Ungghhh!  Ohhhhh!"

          Yvette was frantic with pent-up lust, and since Laura had just 
    come four or five times with Chanitra, she felt a less urgent need 
    for quick release.  And so she lavished all of her skill on Yvette, 
    who came sharply in only thirty seconds.

          "Auunnnggghh!  Oh!  Oh Jesus oh shit ohhhhh!  Unh!  Yes!  Oh 
    god, Laura!  Unngghh!" she gasped as a fierce orgasm wrenched her 
    body.

          And Laura didn't let up for a moment.  She swarmed all over 
    the lovely, undulating, naked girl, fucking her with loving passion 
    and ingenuity, devouring Yvette's breasts, and her wonderful round 
    ass, and her flowing pussy, bringing Yvette to two more orgasms 
    before she began to toy with her and make her wait.

          Yvette's first three orgasms were quick and explosive, but 
    between the third and the fourth ten more minutes elapsed as Laura 
    skillfully brought her to the precipice, then drew her back, 
    building the tension, stoking the fires, until Yvette was twisting 
    and whimpering semi-hysterically with unslaked lust.  

          "Oh god . . . Laura!  Unh!  Unh!  Please!  Oh . . . Laura!"

          And Laura continued to tease her, drawing it out, making 
    Yvette frantic with need.  Yvette squeezed her own breasts roughly, 
    and pinched her own nipples, whimpering, her hips churning futilely, 
    her eyes begging Laura.

          Laura knew she could get Yvette's G-spot going when Yvette got 
    this excited, and she carefully prepared for the cataclysm, grabbing 
    a fresh hand-towel that she always kept on the bedstand.  Then she 
    settled herself between Yvette's lean, silky thighs and began to 
    tongue her pussy, insinuating one long finger up into it at the same 
    time.  Yvette went wild. 

          "Oh!  Oh Laura!  I'm going to come!  Quick, do it hard!  
    Please!  Oh!"

          But Laura refused to be hurried.  Slowly, she rotated her 
    finger inside Yvette's tight, wet pussy, curling her tongue around 
    the girl's swollen clit, flicking it, driving Yvette up the wall.  
    Yvette strained, her lovely body arching, quivering.

          "Oh!  Oh!" she gasped.

          "Oh baby . . . ohhhh baby," Laura murmured, searching probing 
    with her finger, knowing she was close, feeling Yvette clench and 
    quiver uncontrollably.

          Then, suddenly, she found it.  Yvette stiffened, as if an 
    electrical jolt had shot through her.  Deep, frantic cawing sounds 
    came from her throat.  With her free hand Laura put the hand towel 
    over Yvette's mouth just as an hysterical shriek came from it, and 
    Yvette's body exploded in a violent uprush of coming.

          She came in a hot fury, screaming and thrashing, gagging on 
    strings of orgasms, seeming to be finished, then erupting in more 
    keening, writhing spasms.  Laura held onto her pussy and slid up to 
    suck her nipples, sucking and biting them while Yvette's beautiful 
    lean body shuddered in another series of wild convulsions.  She came 
    three more times before collapsing in a wreck of whimpering and 
    tears, panting and groaning as aftershocks of her orgasms left her 
    quivering and weak.

          Her cheeks wet and her eyes shining with love and gratitude, 
    she held Laura close and quivered again as one last spasm shook her 
    body.

          "Now you know why almost any risk is worth it to be with you," 
    she murmured.

          Laura smiled, feeling pretty horny herself after holding 
    Yvette while she had tried to set a new record for consecutive 
    orgasms.  "It Arthur could only find that spot, I might never see 
    you again," she said.

          "Don't be silly," Yvette murmured, now beginning to caress 
    Laura's naked body in a meaningful way.  "He comes after five 
    thrusts, then loses interest.  You know I can't come that way until 
    I've already had three or four."

          "I know," Laura smiled, cupping one of her breasts and holding 
    it for Yvette as her lips closed over the swollen, aching nipple.  
    "Oh!  Ohhhh yesss!  Hard!"

          Yvette proceeded to fuck Laura every bit as thoroughly as 
    Laura had fucked her.  After she came four times, they melted 
    together into mutual, undulating waves of fucking and came together 
    twice more.  By the time Yvette left, they had worn each other out, 
    and Laura had even climaxed three times with Chanitra, before Yvette 
    had shown up.

          I guess the sisters really had their way with me today, she 
    thought, amused, as she kissed Yvette goodbye at the door.

          "I hope you can get away like this often," she whispered.

          "Wild horses couldn't stop me," Yvette said, her eyes on fire 
    so brightly that Laura thought they might disrobe and fuck once more 
    right there on the floor before she left.  "But Arthur might."

          Laura smiled wryly, kissed her once more, then watched her 
    walk toward the elevator, caressing Yvette's long, spectacular legs 
    with her eyes.  

          Back inside, alone, she slumped in her easy chair, then 
    noticed the Flex magazine on the floor, where she had dropped it 
    when Chanitra arrived unexpectedly.  Even with all the fucking she 
    had done, she felt a stirring of blood, and a prickling in her pussy 
    as she gazed down at Brandi's face on the cover.

          That's the kind of power you have over me, she told the face, 
    Brandi.  She picked up the magazine and quickly flipped to the 
    pictures of Brandi, especially the nude one.  The woman's body was 
    amazing.  Even though her pussy was sore, and her nipples were sore, 
    Laura could feel all of them throbbing as she looked at Brandi's 
    body.

          God, could I really come again, after all that?  Just from 
    looking at her picture?

          She knew that she could, and part of her hated herself for 
    being so oversexed, so easily aroused.  Taking the magazine with her 
    into the bedroom, she slipped out of her robe and groped under the 
    bed for the fat, ridged dildo that Karen left with her as a gift 
    after one of their torrid encounters.  The thing was bigger than two 
    real cocks, and the mere sight of it made Laura's asshole burn as 
    she remembered how Karen had rammed the gigantic shaft into her.

          She lay down on her stomach on the bed, with the picture of 
    Brandi spread out before her, and slid the dildo between her thighs, 
    not into her pussy, but pressing the thick round shaft against the 
    entire length of her slit, especially against the freshly excited 
    nub of her clit.  Next, she locked her thighs around a pillow.

          Now, gazing hotly, longingly, at Brandi's naked body, she began 
    to pump, feeling the hard rubbery shaft of the dildo bite into her 
    pussy and rub along her clit.  The excitement was such that it took 
    only about a minute for her to become completely delirious with 
    sexual need.  She squeezed and twisted her own breasts, pumping so 
    hard that she could hear the bed squeak. 

          Having already climaxed so many times with Chanitra and 
    Yvette, it took a little while longer for her to get there.

          "Ohhhhnnnn . . . oh god Brandi!" she heard herself moaning 
    softly, almost desperately.  "Oh god Brandi!"

          When she finally came, it was a wrenching, almost agonizing 
    orgasm.  The shaft of the fat dildo sank between her cuntlips, and 
    it mashed into her clit, giving at least a remote semblance of 
    Brandi's huge, muscular thigh crushing her pussy.  She moaned and 
    shuddered through the jolting spasms, finally going slack in the 
    aftermath, letting the pillow slip from her thighs, feeling the 
    dildo fall away to the sheet. 

          And as she often did in the aftermath of a self-induced 
    orgasm, she felt a great, transfusing sadness, and a far-off 
    insistent longing for the person she had just so violently mated 
    with in her imagination.  Chanitra, Yvette, and Brandi all on the 
    same day, all in the same two hours, she thought.  And if the three 
    of them showed up at the door right now, I'd want them all again.