Keywords: FF, cons, interr, rom, bd, toys, anal
Part: Chapter 69
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance
Chapter 69
They slept, awoke, ate a little, and slept again. It was
morning when they finally awoke again.
"How long can you stay?" Laura asked her, realizing that last
night's frenzied and lengthy bout of heated fucking had left them
little time to really talk.
"Three days," Brandi smiled. "Or until one of us enters the
hospital, whichever comes first," she teased. "I can't seem to get
you to leave my poor sore little black pussy alone, pretty white
lady."
Laura kissed her sensually, both of them warm and drowsy and
naked under the sheets. "It makes me wet to hear you talk that
way," she murmured. "Are you really sore?"
"Girl, I never have enough orgasms to count except when I'm
with you. Last night I had thirty-one. My pussy feels like the
army got to it. Maybe you should show me around San Francisco today
instead of fucking me to death."
Laura smiled. Her own pussy was a little sore. "Okay," she
said.
They spent a good part of the day touring the sights. But as
soon as they got inside Laura's apartment, things quickly turned
steamy again. Brandi had shot Laura a searing glance even as they
were riding up in the elevator. And Laura knew what she was
feeling.
They had not touched one another since that morning, and had
taken extra care not to seem sexually involved during the day, since
they drew a lot of attention anyway, both being drop-dead beautiful,
and Brandi having such a spectacular body. But as soon as Laura
closed and bolted the door, Brandi embraced her, eyes smoking,
throbbing with sexual hunger.
"You're turning into a little tramp, aren't you," Laura
teased.
"I want the rope," Brandi whispered, as if too ashamed to say
it out loud.
The word shocked both of them, hanging there in the air like a
threat. Laura didn't even smile. She kissed Brandi deeply, with
slow, profound emotion.
"Deep down, I see, Ms. Olympia is a pervert," she whispered.
"Why would you want to do that?"
Brandi stared deep into Laura's eyes. "Laura, every bit of my
life is given over to being perfect. I have phenomenal self-
discipline, and determination. I eat right, and train right, and
behave very well to my husband, and my colleagues." She gulped, and
looked away briefly, her eyes watering.
Laura kissed her cheek, but Brandi pulled back, not finished.
"When you tied me up, and . . . did that to me, I discovered a
part of myself I didn't know was there. I realized that I could
surrender completely . . . to you. I never have to anyone else."
Now two big tears rolled down Brandi's cheeks. "It's so important to
me. I flew out here," she gulped again, "to give myself to you.
Please do it."
Laura smiled gently at her. "How could I refuse?"
"You will?"
Laura nodded. It was dangerous business, but both of them
could feel the electricity in the air. Laura's mind was also
quickly racing to Karen's goody bag, and the wild four-pronged dildo
she and Karen had used at their last meeting. She knew how much it
would enhance things, but it would be doubly awkward to ask Brandi to
wait while she borrowed it, and to borrow it from Karen, who would
want to know why.
"Do you suppose you could wait about a half hour, while I run
a quick errand?" she asked Brandi.
Brandi's face fell. "I never thought I'd be this horny for
another girl," she said ruefully.
"I won't take me long," Laura smiled. "And when I get back,
you'll get what you came for."
"I came for more than that," Brandi said, seriously.
"I know. I mean . . . the surrender part. You know."
Brandi nodded. Laura slipped again into her coat and dashed
downstairs to her car. She stopped at the corner convenience store
to use the phone, not wanting to surprise Karen in the arms of one
of her other lovers.
"I want to borrow something," she whispered into the phone.
"What?"
"The four dildo thingee."
"You slut," Karen said, jealousy mingled with mirth in her
voice. "Who's the lucky girl? I hope you don't want to stick that
thing into that poor little teenager with the beautiful ass."
"Just say yes or no."
"Only on one condition. Next time, you have to do me double
hard. No, triple."
"Honey, I can't do you any harder than I already do."
"You have to try, all right?"
"All right."
She drove to Karen's apartment. Karen met her at the door,
with the "dildo thingee" wrapped in a plastic grocery bag.
"Do you think your friend would object to a little . . . you
know, third party fun? I'm free for another hour or two."
"Karen, what we have works precisely because we don't do
that," Laura said. "You know that. We tried it, with Rina, with
Chanitra. It complicates things."
"I know," Karen shrugged. "I'm just jealous."
Laura kissed her. "Next week. I promise. We'll pull out all
the stops."
She realized, driving back to her apartment, that the
encounter with Karen, coupled with her anticipation of what was
about to happen in bed with Brandi, had made her sopping wet. Her
panties were soaked with her own juices. God, who's the slut? she
said to herself.
Brandi had taken a bath while she was gone and was dressed only
in one of Laura's fluffy white bathrobes, looking wildly fetching.
Because her body was so singular, one tended not to notice her
beautiful face, but Laura's breath caught in her throat when she saw
her.
"God, Brandi, you're beautiful, you're so beautiful," she said.
Brandi just smiled. "More than a few muscles, eh?"
"And you smell so good, and your skin is so soft and smooth.
I want you. I want to eat you alive."
"Mmmmm, pretty white lady, I thought I'd die 'till you got
back."
"Thirty-one orgasms yesterday, and not even one yet today,
right? You're burning for it, right?"
"You turnin' me into a sex fiend, you little evil white
bitch," Brandi smiled, after they kissed heatedly. "What's in the
bag? Is that what your 'errand' was about?"
"You'll find out," Laura said, with mock smugness, beckoning
her toward the bedroom. "That is, if you want to."
Brandi took a deep breath, and her eyes rolled up briefly under
her eyelids as she tried to contain her obvious sexual excitement.
"I want to," she breathed, following Laura.
Laura placed the bag on a chair and pulled the long rope from
under the bed. Slowly, Brandi untied the sash of the bathrobe,
looking at the rope coils dangling from Laura's hand. Brandi's
sleek, gleaming, spectacularly muscled body came gradually into view
as she removed the robe slowly for Laura's enjoyment.
"You're sure you want to do this?" Laura asked.
Brandi nodded. "I want you to take your clothes off too. In
fact, I want to take them off."
Laura lay the coiled rope on the bed and submitted to being
undressed by Brandi, who did it very slowly and sensually, kissing
Laura's shoulders and back, caressing her body as she removed her
bra, cupping Laura's breasts in her hands.
"They're so gorgeous," she murmured. "Mine were about this
size once."
Laura was wildly excited, but she drew back. "We have another
agenda," she reminded Brandi, who looked contrite.
"I know."
She sat on the bed while Laura looped the rope around her
wrists and knotted it.
"Lie back," Laura said.
Obediently, Brandi stretched out on her back, hands over her
head, while Laura tied her wrists to the upper right bedpost. Then
she tied each of the girl's ankles to the two corners of the
bedframe at the foot. Now Brandi was immobilized, and Laura could
see the incipient terror in her eyes.
Her fantastic body was unnaturally stretched, her muscles
bulging, her skin gleaming, her dark eyes throbbing. Laura, even
though her own hot blood pounded with sharp lust, went very slowly,
knowing how it would excite them both to the very limits of their
need for each other.
She looped several coils of rope loosely under and over
Brandi's body, but then stopped before tying up her small, hard
breasts. She stopped to kiss them, and fondle them, and to caress
the fantastic hard ridges of smooth muscle in Brandi's stomach.
"I can't believe you're actually letting me do this," she
said. "Your body is so fantastic."
"Oh! Oh god . . . please!" Brandi whimpered, already aroused
to a frantic state. "Ohhhhh . . . Laura!"
But Laura was not to be rushed. She moved her mouth back to
Brandi's breasts, lavishing attention on each one, licking and
sucking and pinching each swollen, bulging black nipple until Brandi
moaned.
"I can't believe the way you love them," she panted, twisting,
gulping for breath as Laura sucked each nipple deep into her warm,
wet mouth. "Mike doesn't love them like you do."
"Mike is a fool," Laura breathed.
When both of Brandi's nipples were stiff and pointing and wet
with her saliva, Laura began to wrap coils of rope around the girl's
small breasts, bunching them up into hard little balls. Brandi's
nipples protruded even more, popping and shiny. Laura was very
careful not to make the rope too tight, not to cut off the
sensation. She kept teasing Brandi's succulent nipples with her
tongue to make sure Brandi could still feel it.
"Unh! Oh! Unhh!" Brandi panted, writhing and mewling softly,
her gorgeous strong body flexing under Laura's clever mouth and
hands.
"You want to come, don't you, darling," Laura purred to her.
"But you're not going to come for a long time, I can promise you
that. Not for a long time."
"Ohhhhhh!" Brandi moaned, looking down as Laura continued to
wrap her splendid body in coils of rope.
Laura crisscrossed the rope behind Brandi's back and crossed it
over her rippling stomach, looping it tightly several times around
her narrow waist, then drew the strands down through Brandi's crotch.
Now she spent a long time lovingly tying each superlative strong
glossy thigh, the thighs that had made her die of coming, the thighs
Brandi used to fuck her, Laura, into wild paroxysms of unspeakable
bliss.
She kissed them and stroked them and pulled the rope tight,
hearing Brandi gasp, feeling her quiver.
"I love these thighs," she murmured, kissing each one. "I
love you to fuck me with these thighs."
"Oh god!" Brandi sighed, her body flexing and twisting. "Oh
god! Hurry . . . oh Laura, you're so mean. Hurry. Do it to me,
please! Ohhhh . . . please!"
But Laura would not be rushed. There was plenty of rope, and
she wrapped Brandi's incredible thighs tightly in it, watching the
muscles and the glossy black skin bulging throught the tight
strands. She kissed the exposed parts, bringing her mouth closer
and closer to Brandi's puffy, glistening, black-lipped pussy, which
was swollen and distended from being squeezed on each side by
strands of rope.
"Oh what a beautiful pussy," she said to Brandi, touching it
with her fingers, admiring its perfect shape. "You could win a
prize for this too, you know."
"And you could win one for Top Torturer," Brandi gasped,
squirming as Laura began to lick her cuntlips. "Unh! Oh! Oh god .
. . Laura! Unhhh!"
For the next five minutes Laura lavished her attention on
Brandi's beautiful pussy, tonguing and sucking it, slithering her
tongue deep inside. She had developed this sort of torment into an
art, as Brandi had acknowledged, and she exercised every bit of her
skill, toying with Brandi's exquisite vagina until Brandi was almost
out of control.
"Oh god . . . oh . . . Jesus unhhh Laura oh . . . unhh!" she
panted, squirming, her fantastic muscles flexing, her hips gyrating
slowly as she pushed her pussy up into Laura's mouth.
Laura brought her right to the edge of a climax one last time
before leaving Brandi's pussy and kissing her way back up the girl's
incredible, glossy body, sucking her nipples, then kissing her mouth
with searing passion.
"You want me to fuck you, don't you?" she murmured, teasing
Brandi. "You want me to fuck you hard. You want me to fuck you the
way nobody can fuck you but me."
"Yes! Ohhhhh . . . oh yes," Brandi whimpered, her face torn
with need, her eyes hot and dangerous.
"And you want me to gag you so nobody can hear you scream."
"Oh god, yes!"
Laura knew how the gag upset and aroused Brandi even more than
the rope, so she made a slow, special ritual out of fastening it in
place. She even dragged the ugly, menacing harness over Brandi's
strangled, bulging breasts, caressing them with the leather straps
and open buckle.
"You're going to scream so loud," she whispered to Brandi.
"Ohhhnnnn!"
"Now open your mouth wide. I'm going to stick the ball in it,
there we go."
"Ummpgghphff!" Brandi grunted softly, tears filling her eyes.
Laura realized that even winning the Ms. Olympia contest
wasn't as intense as this for Brandi. She was shaking, straining at
the ropes at the same time, her cheeks slick with tears, her dark
eyes pulsing with terror and scintillating sexual excitement.
Now Laura went to the bedstand and took out the small plastic
bottle of baby oil she kept there. Brandi's eyes widened. Carefully
at first, then more roughly, she lubricated Brandi's asshole with it,
sliding her forefinger way up into Brandi, whose body stiffened and
jerked, her phenomenal buns tightening into amazing hard balls.
Next Laura did the same to her own asshole, watching Brandi's
eyes as she clearly began to understand that something new was going
to happen, something wildly exciting. Sliding her finger into her
own ass aroused Laura, and she bit her lower lip while her body
writhed temptingly for Brandi, gripped by sharp sexual spasms.
"Oh god, baby, you and I are going to explode," she murmured
to Brandi.
Finally, she went to the bag she had brought home from
Karen's, pulling out the monstrous thing with the four protruding
dildoes. She brought it back to the bed and also lubricated the
outer dildoes with the baby oil. Now Brandi knew what was going to
happen, and she squirmed and whimpered excitedly as Laura slid a
pillow under her ass to elevate it slightly.
The device was bowed in the center, with a spring-like
flexibility that would allow it to push back against two women
fucking one another with it. Without delay, Laura pushed the tip of
the oiled dildo on Brandi's side of the device between Brandi's hard
buns, then into her ass.
"Ummpgghhphh!" Brandi groaned, shutting her eyes in pain as the
huge thing invaded her tight rectum.
The dildo that slid into her cunt was longer than the back
one, and both of them penetrated Brandi's groin easily, since her
cunt was so wet and her ass lubricated by the baby oil. Shaking
with sexual excitement, Laura guided the other two into her own ass
and pussy, gagging with lust as they both slid into her.
Oh shit, she thought, her body crammed to the splitting point
by the huge shafts. She knew Brandi was feeling the same thing.
Slowly, Laura began to fuck her, moving her groin deliberately in a
front and back motion, feeling the dildoes probe her own body,
knowing they were fucking Brandi in the same way. Both of them
quickly went wild, frantic with hot, perverted sexual need.
Laura was on top and she fucked Brandi hard, being fucked hard
herself in return by the device, feeling the two shafts rip into
her, plunging deep. She groaned and whimpered, hearing Brandi's
sharp cries blocked by the ball in the girl's mouth. And Brandi was
strong, even though tied up. Her pelvis thrusted back up into
Laura's thrusts, driving the dildoes deep into Laura, as Laura drove
them deep into her. Both girls squirmed and writhed together,
fucking wildly.
Even in the midst of this wild thrashing and groaning, Laura
briefly wondered if she had ever participated in a more frenzied
sexual encounter. She and Karen had had some savage fucks, and she
also had done some rough stuff with Barbara, but nothing seemed to
top this depraved, animalistic, wanton sexual ferocity. She was
unable to keep her mouth from Brandi's small, strangled, hard,
bulging breasts and shiny, popping nipples, tearing at them with her
lips, then biting them as she and Brandi fucked each other into a
fierce oblivion of coming.
Brandi, who was already frantically aroused even when Laura was
still tying her up, came first, a straining, piercing, clenching
orgasm that had her shrieking uncontrollably into the gag, her
gleaming, sharply-muscled body shuddering and arching as waves of
intense spasms wrenched her.
And while she was still locked in the fierce rapture of her
orgasm, Laura too came, rocked in staccato fashion by sharp, almost
painful jolts that pierced her flesh with white-hot pleasure.
"Aungghh! Ungh! Oh . . . ohhhh! Unganngg! Ohnggmnngg!" she
grunted as each spasm jolted her. "Ohhngg shit! Auungghhhh! Oh!
Oh god!" she whimpered, totally undone by the violence of her
climax, falling forward onto the still moaning and writhing Brandi.
It was a long time before either of them recovered enough to
disentangle their bodies, and Brandi could do nothing but wait for
Laura. Finally, Laura pulled herself off the device, then slowly
removed it from Brandi's ass and pussy, watching the girl wince as it
came free. Next she quickly unbuckled the gag, then turned to the
knots, freeing Brandi entirely in about a minute.
Both seemed stunned by the experience, shocked both by the
power of their shared orgasms and by the depth of their depravity.
They embraced face to face, kissing emotionally, before either dared
to speak. And when they did, it was because both were again shocked
that this horrific explosion hadn't slaked their lust.
"I still want you, I still want you, I can't believe it,"
Brandi murmured softly as Laura began slowly kissing her marks and
weals, left by the rope. "Nothing is ever enough with you."
"I know, I want you too, I want you and your incredible body,"
Laura whispered, kissing her everywhere.
Slowly and tenderly this time, in contrast to the fierce
orgasmic collision they had just shared, they coiled together,
making love, moaning softly to each other, turning, exploring, until
they ended up in a sixty-nine position. Five minutes later they
were coming together again, this time a long, aching, rapturous
shared orgasm that left both of them weak and shaking, even Brandi.
As the spasms waned, they embraced again, trembling more from
deep shared emotions than fatigue and sexual exhaustion. Brandi's
eyes were wet.
"Some part of me knew it was a mistake to come," she murmured.
"But I couldn't help it. I had to see you."
"It wasn't a mistake."
"Oh yes it was. You and I almost burn each other up, like two
worlds colliding, you know?"
Laura nodded. She knew that Brandi had one more day to stay.
They might put each other in the hospital, the way things were
going. And yet, she was afraid Brandi might decide, after this, to
go back a day early.
"Look," she said, "you owe it to yourself. You worked hard to
get where you are. You have a right to share these three days with
me. I'm . . . only sorry if I hurt you."
She kissed the marks under Brandi's breasts. Her mouth quickly
ascended to one of Brandi's nipples, then the other, and in only a
minute or so she had Brandi writhing and moaning under her again.
"God, Laura," she panted. "You don't play fair. Unh! Oh!
They hurt, but you make them feel so good. Ohhnnnn . . . oh yes!"
"You like that?" Laura teased, sliding down again to Brandi's
pussy and tickling the girl's clit with her tongue.
"Ohhhh god . . . yes yes yesssss!"
Brandi came three more times before Laura let up. Then, as if
in gratitude, she gave Laura what Laura craved. She raped Laura
again with the Ms. Olympia thigh, bringing Laura into a screaming
hysteria of coming that left her drained and nearly destroyed. This
time she didn't faint but felt so weak afterward that all she could
do was sleep.
The two of them slept like rocks through the night. But in
the morning, when Brandi tried to leave, as Laura had feared, Laura
made love to her with a feverish intensity that equaled anything
they had done so far, bringing five jolting orgasms from Brandi's
rested body before easing up. And again Brandi delivered a brutal
thigh-rape, this time again causing Laura to faint in the middle of
an excruciating orgasm.
Brandi could not tear herself away. The spent the remainder of
the day in bed, and by nightfall could barely lift a finger.
"Fucking all day with you is harder than working out, pretty
white lady," Brandi grinned at the end of the day, when they were
cooking dinner together.
"Too bad they don't give awards out for being great in bed,"
Laura said. "We'd win hands down."
"I can tell you one thing," Brandi said, solemnly. "I never
dreamed sex could be like this." She kissed Laura. "Really. I've
had enough climaxes to last me all year."
"Until the next time you see me," Laura joked.
"That's true," Brandi said, still solemn.
They eased up after dinner, relaxing and enjoying each other
without sex for a change. But during the night, as if fearing the
morning and what it would bring, they awoke and fucked heatedly in
the dark, both experiencing sharp, almost painful orgasms.
In the morning Brandi took a cab to the airport, since they
both feared letting their feelings for one another show in public.
Instead, they cried and embraced in Laura's apartment.
"You know, last time I promised myself I'd never see you
again," Brandi said. "Too dangerous. I just want you to know,
pretty white lady, that I'm not doing it this time. I'll be
calling."
"I know you did," Laura said. "Pretty black lady." She
winked. "But I have something for you no one else has."
"You telling me, honey. You take care of it for me, hear?"
Brandi winked back, then turned and vanished down the hall,
down the elevator, into a cab, and away from Laura.