Keywords: FF, cons, interr, rom, bd
Part: Chapter 57
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance
Chapter 57
But in Laura's car, as she drove them to her place, they
barely spoke, both being afraid they would change their minds again.
For god's sake, she's the one who wanted to meet in public, so we
wouldn't do this, Laura thought. And now she wants me to take her
home and gag her and rape her.
But even thinking it made Laura's blood sizzle. I know why
both of us were afraid to do this, she thought. We really want each
other bad. It's almost like the thing Karen and I have. Sparks.
And now, oh god, more rough stuff! And she loves it!
When they got inside, Laura bolted the door, then turned to
look at Brandi. Both of them were nervous, but to break through it
Brandi grinned her seductive adolescent grin again.
"Pretty white lady, I think you gon' rape me three ways from
Tuesday," she said softly.
Laura took her hand and led her to the bedroom. She closed
the door behind them, the pulled the bedcovers down and off the bed,
leaving the whole flat sheet for them. Next she began to undress
Brandi again, as she had already done in the hotel room, untying the
yellow strings behind Brandi's neck and kissing her shoulders.
"My god, you must have the most beautiful shoulders in the
world," she said.
"Remember the first time, when you wanted to lick them?" Brandi
sighed softly.
"Mmmmm, I still do," Laura said, running her tongue all over
one round, gleaming shoulder.
Brandi shivered. "Oh Laura, I want you to do everything to me.
Everything you did last time. I've dreamed of it, over and over."
"Not that I don't remember . . . but just refresh my memory,"
Laura murmured, peeling off the backless blouse and growing freshly
aroused as she again caressed Brandi's miraculous body.
But Brandi brought her up short. "You've done it with others,
haven't you," she said. "I knew it." She stared, eyes full of
jealousy, at Laura.
"I . . . have a friend," Laura confessed softly. "She was my
first. The way I'm your first. We . . . experimented a little."
"I'm so jealous," Brandi said, big involuntary tears sliding
down her cheeks.
"I'm jealous of your husband, because you let him do this,"
Laura said, again taking one of Brandi's small hard breasts
completely into her mouth, sucking it so insistently that Brandi
began to yelp softly.
"Oh! Unhhh! Oh, I wish he would do that," Brandi whimpered.
"Tell me, tell me what you dream of."
"You tied up my boobs, until they popped out. You put that
awful harness on me, with the ball in my mouth. You ran the rope
down on each side of my pussy, squeezing it, making it swell. Then
you . . ." She gasped, dizzy with erotic excitement. "Then you
fucked me . . . oh god, with your leg and your mouth and your
fingers in my ass and I came and came and died of coming oh god
yes."
"And if I do what you want, will you do what I want?" Laura
insinuated.
"Everything," Brandi breathed, drawing Laura toward the bed,
pulling off her clothes urgently. "I want us both to be naked. I
want to look at you. I love your body."
They kissed and caressed, coiling together naked on the bed,
until Laura began to fear that they would begin fucking
uncontrollably again, without doing what they had come here for.
Slowly, she pulled away from Brandi, reaching under the bed and
drawing out the rope, and the harness gag. Brandi's eyes widened
with shock, as if she couldn't believe they had actually done what
she had dreamed, and that they were about to do it again.
"You gon' hurt me, pretty white lady," she said in a soft,
stricken voice.
Laura kissed her as she looped the rope around her wrists and
tied them to the bedpost. "I'm not going to hurt you," she
murmured. "I'm going to make you beg."
Again, she was stunned by the beauty, the rippling strength
and lean, glossy, sleek loveliness of Brandi's body. With her arms
pulled up unnaturally over her head like this, her fantastic muscles
were accentuated, her ribcage more visible, her breasts seemed
slightly bigger, swelling and round. Laura realized that this was
why body builders were always striking such odd poses, throwing
their bodies into unnatural profiles that heightened the grotesquely
beautiful proportions of their flesh.
"God, Brandi, you must have the most beautiful body ever made,"
she said, gazing at it.
Brandi, who was used to being admired, gave Laura a deeply
affectionate grin, full of pride and wild sexual desire all mixed
together. "I don't give it to anyone the way I give it to you," she
said.
Laura crisscrossed the rope, this time, across Brandi's
breasts, instead of looping it around each small globe, then tugged
up on the bottom strands so that Brandi's nipples swooped up. The
thought passed through her mind that this was what she would have
had to do with Jonelle's tiny swellings, had they ever got into
this, and instantly a pang of loss and pain shot through her. But
she put it aside, her eyes filling briefly but transiently with
tears.
Brandi's entrapped, upswept breasts and bulging black nipples
captivated her, and after knotting the rope, she indulged herself by
kissing and sucking them, quickly bringing Brandi to a fever pitch.
When they were wet and stiff, she dangled her own breasts over them,
letting their nipples kiss and brush, making both of them gasp and
tremble excitedly.
"Nobody touches my breasts like you do," Brandi panted.
"Not even your . . . husband?" Laura teased.
"He barely pays attention to them. They're too small. No man
ever sucked them like you do."
"How about woman?"
Brandi's eyes burned into hers, fiery with lust and honesty.
"There haven't been any but you. Ever."
"Mmmmm, I love to hear that," Laura purred, rubbing her
breasts again all over Brandi's small, strangled globes. "I'm going
to tie you up and fuck you," she murmured over and over to Brandi,
now that she knew how much the girl liked it. "Tie you up and fuck
you. Fuck you hard. You'll wish it was a man, because no man ever
fucked you as hard as I'm going to fuck you."
Brandi writhed and whimpered, deliriously excited. Now Laura
drew the strand of rope down the flexing, muscular body to Brandi's
crotch, running it alongside her pussy and up her asscrack, all the
way up around the back of her neck and down along the other side of
her pussy, then through her asscrack again, finally looping it
tightly around her fantastic hard rippling stomach and knotting it.
Brandi's magnificent body was magnificently bound, tightly
bound. Laura forced apart the girl's huge thighs and examined the
swollen lips of Brandi's cunt, protruding from the cords of rope on
each side of her crotch. Then, teasingly, she lowered her head
between Brandi's thighs, parted Brandi's cuntlips with one finger, and
slid her tongue up inside.
"Unnghh! Oh god oh Laura . . . unh! Oh!"
"Are you tied up like you wanted to be?" Laura asked softly.
"Oh! Yes! Do me! Pretty white lady . . ." Brandi gasped,
barely able to keep up the act, "I hope you gon' fuck me quick,
'cause I 'bout to explode."
As aroused as they both were, they both dissolved into giggles.
But Brandi in her present condition was irresistible, and Laura
swarmed all over her roped body, kissing and caressing it, raising
Brandi to an even higher level of need.
"I am going to fuck you," Laura whispered menacingly into
Brandi's ear, "but it won't be quick."
"Oh . . . please!" Brandi wasn't giggling now, but moaning and
twisting in the tight ropes.
Now Laura brought out the harness gag. Brandi grimaced in
distaste.
"Oh god, that horrible thing," she said.
"Don't want the neighbors to hear you scream, do we?" Laura
teased, fastening it into place, the ball stuffed into Brandi's open
mouth.
"Now . . . my darling," Laura murmured, again moving all over
Brandi's vulnerable but powerful body, kissing Brandi's fantastic
muscles, kissing her small, bulging, roped breasts and sucking her
bursting nipples.
Brandi squirmed and moaned, but now her moans were blocked and
muffled by the red ball in her mouth. Laura as usual was so aroused
by Brandi's magnificent, straining, but powerless body that it was
hard for her to restrain the urge to rape Brandi frantically and send
them both up in a furious, quick, explosive burst of coming.
But she controlled herself, tickling Brandi's swollen nipples
with her tongue until she thought the girl, in her desperate wild
fury of lust, might break free of the rope binding her to the bed.
Brandi thrashed and whinnied crazily, her muscles bulging and
rippling splendidly as she struggled.
"Oooohhh, you like that, don't you," Laura cooed to her,
pinching them, making Brandi writhe in a mixed up agony of lust and
pain. "Ohhh baby, I want to see your swollen pussy and tickle it
too," she purred, sliding down Brandi's incredible, bound body,
between her thighs, and parting her inflamed, puffy cuntlips with
two fingers, revealing the wet, fiery red cleft within.
The two strands of rope squeezed Brandi's pussy, making it
swell and flare, and the succulent interior beckoned Laura's tongue.
She slithered it into Brandi, feeling the girl's body clench, hearing
her excited moans. She licked Brandi's beautiful pussy up and down,
then up again, reached the inflamed reddish glistening berry of her
clit. She flicked it with her tongue, driving Brandi almost insane.
"Oh, you want to come, don't you, you want to come," she
murmured, slipping upward again, bringing her hard thigh up into
Brandi's crotch.
She knew Brandi was very close. And she knew, as before, that
her own thigh was hardly the huge, muscular weapon Brandi would be
using on her in the same way, only minutes from now, a thought that
nearly made her faint with anticipation. But she also knew she had
done this to Brandi before, and Brandi had erupted in wild orgasms.
And in fact, the moment her thigh touched the splayed meat of
Brandi's open pussy, they both went crazy. Brandi groaned, clamping
her thighs on it. Laura began sucking and biting her bursting black
nipples, and ramming her thigh into Brandi's cunt, rubbing it up and
down hard in the slimy furrow of Brandi's pussy. Brandi came almost
immediately.
"Ummggnhhh! Ungaaungghhmmnngg!" she screamed into the ball
gag, her strong body flexing and quivering as each spasm shook her.
But both of them knew this was only the beginning. Laura
quickly slid back down between her thighs and began to eat her pussy
passionately, slipping two fingers up into it in almost an exact
repeat of the first time they had done this. She got her fingers
greasy enough with Brandi's flowing pussy juices to lubricate them as
she slid them up into Brandi's ass.
Again Brandi groaned and grimaced, her body rising off the bed
as Laura's fingers invaded her. But Laura was sucking her clit at
the same time, and finger-raping her ass, and in only a few more
seconds Brandi exploded in a second climax, whinnying and shuddering,
her beautiful strong body straining at the ropes. She came hard,
then collapsed, panting harshly through her nose, quivering from
fatigue and aftershocks.
But Laura was still fucking her, now holding Brandi's hard
black buns open with one hand and tongue-fucking her asshole,
rubbing her clit at the same time with her other hand, until Brandi
erupted in a hysterical, squealing fit of fresh coming. And she was
still coming when Laura swarmed all over her again, sucking and
biting her nipples and pressing her thigh again into Brandi's splayed
pussy, mashing it with her thigh muscle, then rubbing her thigh up
and down in the wet groove until Brandi stiffened and cried out in a
great, cataclysmic final orgasm that seemed to send her into a deep
trance of ecstacy.
She had got what she came for, Laura knew, an orgasm so
profound and stunning that her spastic fingers clawed helplessly at
Laura's flesh as a deep swoon of rapture overtook her. Finally
Laura stopped, holding the quivering girl and untying her with one
hand as the fierce climax's grip on Brandi began to weaken. Slowly,
her powerful body slackened, and she collapsed into Laura's arms,
weeping softly as Laura loosened and removed the gag, coming back
slowly from the deepest rapture she had ever experienced with Laura,
probably her deepest ever.
And still it was not over, for as Laura untied her and kissed
the rope marks and tiny effusions of blood where Brandi had strained
too hard at the ropes, Brandi began to respond, undulating and
moaning, which drew Laura irreversibly into caressing her more
pointedly again, and sucking her, and eating her, and in another few
minutes Brandi was groaning and shuddering through another orgasm.
In contrast to the penultimate one, this was a calm, feathery storm,
no sharp, stabbing transfiguration like the last one, but a
shockingly intense, deep one nonetheless.
When Brandi finally emerged from it, she was speechless. She
simply gazed adoringly at Laura for about five minutes.
"I knew you would do this to me," Brandi finally said, softly,
solemnly.
"I know," Laura smiled. "That's why you came to me. That's
why you didn't want us to be alone together."
"No . . . I don't mean that. I mean, you'd make me sorry for
. . . I don't know, for everything in my life that isn't you."
Laura was deeply moved. But she tried to joke it off. "You
don't mean that. It's just a good fuck. Look at it that way."
"Is that the way you look at it?"
Laura looked down at the rumpled sheets. "No," she said
softly.
Suddenly she was on her back, with Brandi on top. "I know you
don't," Brandi whispered. "I know you've had 'better fucks' than I
am."
"No I haven't," Laura said truthfully.
"Really?"
Now Brandi was beaming like a child.
"Really. Ahhh!" she gasped as she felt the sheathed steel of
Brandi's huge thigh brush her inflamed, runny cunt. "Oh god Brandi
fuck me or I'll die!" she panted.
"Ohhh pretty white lady," Brandi breathed hotly into her ear,
"I'm gon' fuck you good, I'm gon' fuck you hard, I'm gon' make you come
and come."
"Ohhhhnnn . . . please!" Laura whimpered, her body coming to
life under Brandi's strong hands and exploring lips.
"Do you want me to tie you up?"
"No . . . it takes too long," Laura panted. "Oh god oh god
please quick quick!"
"But I want you in the old way," Brandi murmured. "The way we
did it before."
"Yes!"
Brandi was so strong that she could lift Laura's trembling body
easily. She carried Laura to the easy chair across from the bed.
Laura straddled her thigh, facing her, and Brandi literally feasted
on Laura's perfect breasts, while slowly, carefully sliding Laura's
open flowing pussy back and forth on the hard ridge of her thigh
muscle. Both of them knew that Laura would quickly go mad with wild
lust, and for that reason Brandi, holding Laura's hips in her strong
hands, moved her back and forth very carefully.
But even with this care, Laura nearly came several times,
nearly collapsing from frantic need as Brandi stopped, hugged her,
crooned soft sexy affectionate words to her, before starting again.
No one but Karen had ever tormented Laura this way, bringing her
repeatedly to the brink, then pulling her back, until she was truly
a basket case, clay in Brandi's hands, mewling and whimpering in
desperate need.
"Oh god Brandi I'm going to come you have to fuck me now please
oh please do it do it hard I'm close I'm so close oh oh oh!"
"Oh, I know you are, baby, I know," Brandi purred, unable to
keep her mouth off Laura's throbbing, aching nipples.
As if Laura weighed only as much as a small child, Brandi
lifted her quivering body and carried her the few steps to the bed,
laying her on her back. Her dark eyes smoked with lust as she
brought her sleek, huge thigh muscle up between Laura's spread
legs.
Laura nearly swooned, knowing it was about to happen. "Oh god
. . . oh shit oh god . . ." she panted, clenching her teeth as she
felt the iron-hard ridge of Brandi's smooth, bulging muscle graze her
pussy.
Rarely did she fear the power of her orgasms. Only a few
times with Karen, and the last time with Brandi. But this time she
knew what was coming, and she couldn't help almost losing her breath
as she knew what was going to happen.
"Oh Brandi, I'm going to come," she panted desperately. "Don't
hold back . . . do it hard!"
"Oh baby, I will. Do you want the gag?"
"Unnghh . . . oh! Too late!"
Laura clamped her own thighs around Brandi's huge muscle,
groaning softly. And Brandi grasped her tightly, mashing their
breasts together and bringing up her leg into the puckered cleft of
Laura's open pussy.
She began pumping and crunching it into Laura's pussy, but
Laura came almost immediately, in the middle of the third crunch.
At first she didn't have to worry about screaming, because the
shattering orgasm completely robbed her of breath. Paralyzed by a
piercing lightning bolt of coming, her body stiffened and shuddered
under Brandi and hot, desperate cawing sounds came from deep in her
throat.
But when the hot wrenching spasms followed the paralysis, the
screams tore out of her throat too, and she turned her head sideways
into a pillow to muffle them.
"Auungghh! OOWWNNGGHIIEEEEEE!" she screamed into the pillow,
feeling her body rise again and again into Brandi's still-pumping
thigh, feeling a fresh wave of shocking orgasmic shudders wrench
her.
Brandi--sweet, brutally strong Brandi--was fucking her hard, the
way she had begged to be fucked, ramming her thigh into Laura's
pussy, crushing Laura's clit with her huge muscle, making Laura gag
on the violent uprush of two, three killing, throttling orgasms.
And then there was a moment of calm, where they were not thrashing
together, and Laura was not squealing helplessly into the pillow as
wave after crushing wave of bliss swept through her clenching flesh.
Instead, she was panting for breath, Brandi was holding her, kissing
her, sucking her nipples, caressing her violated groin with the
sleek skin of her thigh.
But then it resumed. Almost before she was ready, Laura felt
the huge, hard muscle crunching into her throbbing pussy again, felt
her whole body quivering in Brandi's strong embrace, and heard her
own screams of ecstacy escaping from her constricted throat. This
time she felt her heart skip two, three beats as Brandi raped her,
felt her body crushed in Brandi's arms, felt herself die with hot
coming twice more.
No man had ever raped her more brutally than Brandi was raping
her, and yet through her shuddering spasms of coming Laura could
feel the love enveloping her. Finally she came close to passing out
once again as Brandi kept the pressure on, fucking Laura, bringing
her to another wrenching climax, then fucking her again, until Laura
was a limp rag in her embrace, panting and weeping, totally spent,
wrung out and finished.
She had lost count of her climaxes but knew she had come more
than six times in Brandi's embrace. And still Brandi would not
release her. Laura realized that her own thigh was pressed against
Brandi's pussy too, and Brandi's thighs were clamped tightly on it.
Brandi's thigh was mashing into her pussy again, but Brandi was also
grinding her own pussy into Laura's.
"Ohhnnn . . . oh god!" Brandi panted, pumping more
aggressively. "Oh god, baby, I'm going to . . ."
"Yes . . . oh yes!" Laura panted back, pumping too, feeling
one last orgasm on its way, knowing she and Brandi could reach them
together. "Come with me . . . Brandi . . . come with me!"
"Ohnngg . . . yes! Yes! Ungghh!" Brandi gasped, nearly
squeezing the breath out of Laura with her powerful arms as she
approached her climax.
When they both came, it was a scalding, convulsive, horrific
mutual orgasm that nearly made them both black out with its
intensity. For both shuddering, groaning girls it was an
excruciating, almost painful climax, and as it finally waned, they
had to help each other untangle their bodies, both panting with
exhaustion, and smiling in the afterglow of a fierce, shocking
ecstacy.
Finally, Brandi said, hoarsely, "How long since I've seen you?"
"About a year," Laura said softly.
"It gon' be another year, too, pretty white lady," she said.
"You and I be bad for each other, girl. I didn't know people fucked
the way we do."
Laura laughed softly, kissing her. "I didn't know it either."
"You mean you don't do this with your other girl friends?"
"No," Laura shook her head. "I thought you were going to
squeeze me to death. I've never been fucked by a body builder,
except you."
"Girl, you haven't lived until you've been fucked by a male
body builder," Brandi winked. "One guy nearly did kill me once. And
I'm strong. He wrung me out like a pathetic little chicken. And I
didn't even come."
"At least you come with me," Laura purred, kissing her over
and over.
"Mmmmm, I sure do," Brandi sighed. "Enough for a life time."
Laura knew they both wanted to fuck some more but were too
tired. Instead they slept, then awoke refreshed but also chastened
by their wild earlier ecstacies. They fucked again, but this time
with gentle tenderness, and again, as she had during her last visit,
Brandi actually passed out briefly while coming, a deep swoon that
left her glowing and giggling softly with happiness.
"I guess you have to rape me a few times and then fuck me soft
before I'll go deep on you, pretty white lady," she joked, kissing
Laura passionately.
"I'll be happy to do both, whenever you like," Laura smiled.
But Brandi grew serious. "You know we can't. You know we
shouldn't have this time."
"Are you sorry?"
Brandi shook her head. "Just scared. Scared of how we sort of
self-destruct when we get together. Scared of how much I want to be
with you."
"I'm flattered. A horny, married lady body builder who wants
me to---"
"Don't say it," Brandi held a hand over her mouth. "Hearing it
makes me want to do it with you again."
"We could."
"I have to go."
"Chicken."
"Yes." Her eyes dropped. "I love you, Laura."
"I love you, Brandi."
Then, before they could both cry, Brandi left.