part: Chapter 9
author: Miranda Mars
title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance
The two girls were so adept at arousing each other, and
pressing each other's magic button, that in spite of Karen's horrific
ass-rape by Rick, they had each other gasping and whinnying through a
string of fresh orgasms in three or four minutes. They did their
pussy-kissing fuck, kissing and fondling one another's breasts at the
same time, coming so fiercely that Rick was aroused enough in ten
minutes to enter the fray again.
But instead of turning to Laura, he focused on Karen. He
pulled her down on the bed and began kissing and caressing her
roughly.
"I want it again," he whispered hoarsely.
Karen was glassy-eyed with lust, breathing heavily. "Me?"
asked. "What about her?"
"I want her too," he said, looking at Laura. "But you first.
I never felt anything like that beautiful ass of yours."
He turned Karen over onto her stomach and began kneading her
swelling, smooth, dark buns with both hands. She did have a perfect
ass, and Laura knew how he felt. While she watched, his huge cock
began to stiffen again. In seconds it was as hard as a pipe,
thumping and twitching.
He began to saw it up and down in the crack between Karen's
round, black buns. Karen's eyes rolled up behind her eyelids. She
bit her full lower lip.
"God . . . I don't think I can stand for you to do it to me
again," she groaned softly.
But Rick wasn't asking. He was very insistent. "You'll come
even harder this time," he panted.
He pulled her off the bed onto the floor. Laura watched,
hypnotized by the sexual magnetism of the two, who were locked
together in some kind of perverted attraction. This time he made her
get on her knees, with her beautiful ass uptilted. Then he stood
behind her, crouching slightly, and guided his huge cock between her
buns again.
"Anngghhh! Oh!" Karen groaned, clenching her teeth as it
penetrated her.
There was enough lubrication and jism left from the first time
to grease his cock, and he rose up over her, sinking it all the way
in. Karen grimaced in slow motion as his huge, stiff organ filled
her ass.
"Ohhhggnnn Jesus!" she moaned softly.
Rick held her hips in his hands and began sliding his massive
cock in and out of her, bringing soft whoops of exquisite pleasure
and pain from her throat with each deep thrust. Laura was so aroused
from watching them that she could feel her own asshole clenching each
time Rick's enormous prick slid deep into Karen's ass. And Karen was
not flat on her stomach this time, but on her knees. Her wonderful
breasts were dangling, luscious, her large black nipples gleaming and
swollen.
Laura rolled over onto her back and slid under the girl,
scooping up Karen's dangling breasts in both hands and sucking
Karen's nipples hungrily.
"Ohhhnnnnnn!" Karen moaned. "Ohhhnnnnn . . . Jesus!"
Rick was grunting and reaming her hard, drilling his huge cock
deep into her ass, which made Karen wail and groan in agonizing
pleasure and pain. He leaned forward over her back, his hands beside
hers on the floor, his body directly above her, and slid his huge
monster of a prick all the way down into her ass. Karen moaned and
quivered, wincing as her whole body filled with intense sensations.
Laura squeezed and sucked Karen's beautiful breasts in a
passionate frenzy, bringing the poor, moaning girl closer and closer
to a fierce ecstacy. She knew Rick was getting closer to his own
orgasm from the way he began to groan and lunge even deeper into
Karen's shuddering, flexing body.
"Ohhnnngg! Oh! Oh . . . Jesus! Ungghh! Oh Jesus! Auunngg!"
she cried out.
Laura dug her fingers into Karen's smooth, beautiful back,
pulling the girl's hard breasts down to her mouth, sucking and biting
Karen's plump nipples, turning Karen's desperate groans into a
keening whimper of mad rapture. She reached down with one hand and
rubbed Karen's clit with two fingers, rubbed it hard, holding the
girl while Rick hammered his spurting cock deep into Karen's ass.
And then Karen came, gurgling helplessly on a shattering uprush
of cataclysmic sexual spasms. The orgasm hit her so hard that her
arms collapsed and she fell onto Laura, moaning and screaming as wave
after wave of fierce coming shook her writhing flesh.
"Ungghhh! Owwnnggg! Anngghiiieee!" she cried, squirming and
shuddering, her whole body clenching each time Rick's piledriving
cock plunged deep into her ass again.
Finally, he stopped thrusting, slumping on top of Karen's back.
The two of them pressed down on Laura, who was in danger of being
crushed until she struggled out from under their two panting bodies.
She rolled to the side and then watched, fascinated and vaguely
troubled, as Rick pulled his still-hard cock from Karen's asshole and
the two of them coiled together face to face, kissing heatedly while
Karen hand-guided his cock up into her pussy this time.
They gazed into each other's eyes as they fucked, and they
fucked in the slow, hypnotic style of two first-time lovers. Laura
didn't know whether to feel betrayed, or simply hurt. She was
Karen's lover, not Rick. She and Karen had shared intimacies that
could never be duplicated by another. She had brought the two of
them together, hoping that strings of unbearably exquisite orgasms
would be the result.
And that had happened, for the two of them. Not for her. The
longer and hotter they fucked, the more Laura began to feel sick and
empty and angry. Soon Rick looped his arms under Karen's knees,
raising her legs up in the air and rolling her ass up off the floor.
Her wide open, glossy asshole, still wet with his jism, was now more
easily available.
He propped her calves on his shoulders and with one hand guided
his cock first into her ass, sinking it deep, then removed it and
plunged it into her cunt again, alternating holes until Karen was
howling and grimacing with ecstacy.
Finally Laura had to leave the room. She couldn't stand it.
The sight and sounds of them doing it aroused her wildly, and at the
same time she was throbbing with heartache. When the two of them
finally came again, she almost had an orgasm just from hearing it.
Their hot, intermingled cries were the most erotic thing she had ever
heard. And the cries were followed by a soft, tender cooing that
only confirmed her earlier fears.
The evening ended with Rick and Karen leaving together,
embarrassed and silent, but clearly eager to be alone with one
another, to give full reign to their lust without having Laura there
to eavesdrop.
Laura was desolate. She barely slept that night, and the pain
of loss was worse than she had ever felt with any man. She only
realized how much she needed Karen now that Karen had run off with
Rick. For days she moved like a zombie, stunned by her heartache and
jealousy and feeling of betrayal.
But one day about two weeks later, she accidentally befriended
another young black girl in the cafeteria at lunch. She had taken to
eating at one o'clock instead of noon, taking elaborate pains not to
run into Karen. And this girl, Rina Farnsworth, happened to lunch at
that time too. They were standing together in the line when Laura
spilled her soup. Rina helped her clean it up, and they wound up
eating together at the same table.
Rina was gorgeous. Her face looked like Whitney Houston's,
though she was much darker. And her body was more voluptuous, with a
tiny waist, full, jutting breasts, and long, willowy legs. Laura
wondered why she was so instantly attracted to another black girl.
Was it as if she were trying to replace Karen? Was there anything
else to it?
She didn't know, and soon didn't care. Just as she didn't care
if this meant she was truly a lesbian after all. She had never
wanted another woman but Karen, until now. As she sat talking with
Rina, she could feel her body tingle, and her cunt ache deep inside.
But that only made her angry with herself. Cut it out! she
thought. Rina was totally innocent and had no idea what Laura was
thinking. She had a friendly, outgoing personality and talked
continually about her boyfriend.
And you want to fuck this beautiful, sweet, darling girl, who's
so in love? Laura asked herself. Who'd probably call the police if
she knew what you're thinking? Shame on you, Laura! Get control of
yourself, please.
"Oh, sometimes I get a little mad at him," Rina was saying, her
eyes sparkling with mischief. She leaned closer to Laura, looking
around to see if anyone was listening. "I mean, he really likes to
do it, know what I mean? He's an animal. I mean, I like to too.
But he really is oversexed, I think. All he wants to do is . . . you
know. All the time. Every day. Sometimes I can hardly walk."
She giggled softly. Laura was in heaven. When Rina had leaned
close to her, she had breathed in the girl's perfume and gazed deeply
into her big, dark eyes and let herself imagine what it would be like
to kiss Rina's smooth black velvet cheek. Rina's full, sensual lips
had been only inches away. Laura's heart had accelerated.
But she quickly regained control of herself. God, stop it! she
thought. She has no idea! She'd think you're a pervert! And she'd
be right, too! Just stop it! This sweet girl is already taken.
Even if she didn't have a boyfriend, she'd be appalled to know you
want to go to bed with her.
"You have a boyfriend?" Rina asked, smiling, eyes sparkling.
"Did," Laura said glumly. "He . . . ran off with my best
friend."
"Oh no. You're kidding."
Laura shook her head. "I . . . don't want to talk about it."
"I almost don't believe it," Rina said. "I mean, you're really
gorgeous, you know. How could a man leave you?"
"Oh, my friend is gorgeous too. She really is."
"Mmmm." Rina finished off her french fries and soda, sucking
the straw, which made her dimples appear. "Well, try to be
philosophical. It wasn't meant to be. Won't be long until you have
another one, not the way you look."
"You think so?" Laura asked, unable to resist being coy for a
second.
"Sure. You're beautiful."
"Thank you, Rina. Not as beautiful as you, though."
"You really think I am?"
"I think you're stunning."
"Really?"
"Really."
Laura tried to control her voice. She wondered if she were
being too obvious. But Rina was only flattered, not uneasy.
"Gee, thanks. We should see each other more often. I like you
a lot."
"Feeling's mutual. Want to meet for a drink after work?"
"Tomorrow night. Tonight my boyfriend's picking me up. He'll
probably take me home and screw me about four times and I won't be
able to walk tomorrow. I love him, but sometimes I wonder if it's
worth it."
"Of course it is," Laura said.
Rina shrugged. "Maybe you're right."
That night Laura tried to keep her mind off the girl. But
thinking about Rina helped her not to think about Karen. She could
still see Rick's huge, hard cock sliding down into Karen asshole,
making Karen wince and cry out with ecstatic pain, then plunge down
into Karen's pussy, bringing the same howl of rapture from her. To
make herself stop, she concentrated on Rina.
On Rina's beautiful face, full, sensual mouth, even teeth,
flashing eyes, dimples. On Rina's jutting breasts, narrow waist,
full hips. On Rina's long, sleek legs. On Rina's high, perky ass.
God, she's so beautiful! Laura thought, feeling her throat catch. I
want to fuck her so much!
But it was out of the question. She was even sorry she had
suggested they meet for a drink. Just more torture, she thought.
Wanting her. Listening to her talk about how many times her
boyfriend fucks her. Getting jealous, and depressed.
But in the end, she couldn't resist. It might be torture, but
it was very sweet torture.
And much to her astonished gratification, Rina said she was
tired and suggested that they both just go back to her place, Rina's
place, instead of to a bar. Knowing not to get her hopes up, Laura
felt her heart palpitate anyway.
When they got there, the first thing Rina wanted to do was
change. And it would be an extra-hot day, Laura thought.
"You don't mind, do you?" Rina asked. "I mean, I always change
when I get home."
"Of course I don't mind."
"There's wine in the fridge," Rina shouted as she disappeared
down the hall toward the bedroom.
Is this the apartment where your boyfriend fucks you silly?
Laura wondered as she opened the refrigerator. Or does he take you
to his place and plough you into paradise?
Don't be so jealous, she told herself. Just be friends with
her. You know you don't have a chance to do anything else. You
might as well forget it. At least you can enjoy looking at her.
She took the wine bottle out and was just turning around when
Rina reappeared. And golly, can I ever enjoy looking at her! Laura
repeated to herself.
For Rina had changed into cutoffs and a bright yellow midriff
blouse, and little else. The faded-jeans cutoffs were as high and
tight as hot pants, and her long, shapely black legs were completely
naked. The shorts clung to the sculpted moons of her delicious ass.
The midriff blouse left her smooth black stomach exposed, but at
least she still had on a bra under it. Laura gulped, realizing how
hard it would have been to control herself had Rina's breasts been
loose and naked under the blouse. It was hard enough now.
"I see you found the wine," Rina smiled. "I'll get the
glasses."
Laura tried not to stare at the girl's flexing, glossy leg
muscles as Rina stood on her tiptoes, searching for the wine glasses.
As Rina reached up into the cupboard, her skimpy blouse raised up,
exposing the undersides of the peach-hued cups of her bra. Laura
felt her breath quickening.
She turned and went into the livingroom of Rina's small
apartment. Rina brought the wine and glasses.
"Well, did it turn out the way you predicted?" Laura asked
after an uncomfortable pause, while they each sipped their wine.
"What do you mean?" Rina asked, face blank.
"Did you boyfriend take you home and screw you four times?"
Laura asked, blushing and giggling at the same time.
"Five," Rina said, giggling too. "He's an animal. "Can't
never get enough."
"I can see why, if it's you."
"What?"
Oh god! I blew it! Laura thought. Her face flushed with shame
as she tried to think of a way out of what she had said.
"Oh, I just mean . . . you're so gorgeous. I can see how he must
feel."
Rina smiled ambiguously. "You keep saying that," she said.
"I'm blushing."
"I won't say it any more. I don't mean to embarrass you."
"He says it too. Just like you. Says he can't keep his hands
off me. Girl, I never been fucked so much in my life. It's
beginning to wear me down."
"Really?"
"You bet. I get sore. He's kinda rough."
"Do you come every time?" Laura asked. "I mean, if you don't
mind my asking. Because I don't. Not when it's like that. Just one
after another, you know."
"I know," Rina sighed. "No, I don't either. Came twice last
night. Then I just let him do it. I never knew a man before who
could do it that much."
Rina drained her wine glass. She stretched and frowned.
"I know what's bothering me," she said. "I left this bra on.
Don't know why I did that. Don't you hate bras? God, they're so
tight. I usually can't wait to get mine off. How about you?"
Laura nodded. "Me too."
"Maybe I didn't take it off because I was feeling sorry for you
having to keep yours on. You don't mind if I take it off, do you?"
"Of course not."
"Well, I don't feel like going in the bedroom, so just close
your eyes, okay?" She grinned at Laura, who gulped silently and
tried to vow to herself not to look.
"Do you really want me to? Close my eyes?"
"Well . . . I guess you don't have to," Rina grinned.
Laura could see that Rina sort of enjoyed the exhibitionism of
it, as she herself would also have done. It was just playing,
nothing serious. Just among us girls. Nothing to fear. She tried
to watch casually as Rina lifted the midriff blouse up over her head.
Rina dropped it in her lap and reached both hands behind her
back to unfasten her bra clasp. She didn't even look at Laura as the
straps came loose and the bra slid off her perfect round breasts.
Laura tried not to look at them. It was impossible.
She had thought nothing could be more perfect than Karen's
breasts. She had been wrong. Rina's were sculptured, pear-shaped
globes, with gleaming, bulbous nipples that swelled up from the
surface. They were unbelievably firm, exquisitely round and equal,
with a deep, curved separation between them. Her nipples were even
bigger than Karen's, puffy black satin with thick centers, swollen,
overripe fruit.
"You're staring," Rina suddenly said, jarring Laura out of her
momentary trance.
"Oh . . . uh," Laura stammered, flushing, looking at her hands.
"I'm sorry. You just have such beautiful . . . boobs. I'm sorry."
"Thank you," Rina smiled. "Never had a woman say that to me
before. Lots of men, though."
"I'll bet," Laura smiled back.
"I shouldn't say lots of men. You might think I'm sort of . .
. what do you call it . . . easy? Like I go to bed with lots of men?
I don't, though. Not very many. But they all like these."
Rina cupped her extraordinary breasts in her hands and squeezed
them gently, showing off the resilient balls, making her nipples flare
and gleam. She looked down at them proudly. And Laura felt faint
with desire. Rina's half-naked body made her seethe with lust.
Actually, the beautiful girl was almost completely naked. Only her
very abbreviated cutoffs prevented that.
But Rina was not like Karen, smouldering with an undercurrent
of sexual danger that could be exploited. Karen had been receptive
because Karen was intrigued by the idea of sex with Laura, just as
Laura had been with her. But Rina was innocence itself. She
scarcely noticed that Laura was short of breath and pulsing with need
for her incredible body.
Rina lifted the midriff blouse over her head and put her arms
through the short sleeves. These motions made her hard, perfect
breasts move and sway and jiggle, causing Laura nearly to faint
again. But Laura swallowed, gulped, tried to ignore it.
"Why are you still looking at me so funny?" Rina asked, her
lovely face open and curious.
"I . . . I'm sorry," Laura mumbled. "Am I?" She turned her
face away. "I . . . think I may be sick or something."
"Really?" Rina got up and came over to her chair. "You sure
you feel all right?" She put her cool palm on Laura's forehead.
Rina leaned so close that her body was only inches from Laura.
The black girl's naked stomach brushed Laura's forearm. Her naked
breasts, swaying under the canopy of her midriff blouse, were level
with Laura's eyes, and when Rina stood up again, Laura could see
their smooth, scuplted undersides.
Oh god! she thought desperately. I want her! I want her so
bad! I can't let her know.
"Here, let me help you up," Rina said. "Maybe you should go
into the bathroom for a minute."
She helped Laura, who tried to act wobbly, to her feet. Laura
couldn't help realizing how the tables were turned. She had done
exactly this with Karen, although her motives had been different from
Rina's. As she stood up, she couldn't stop herself from sliding one
hand up Rina's taut midriff to her breasts.
Laura tried to act casual, as if it were an accident, but her
hand enclosed one exquisite breast, squeezing it gently. Suddenly,
Rina's body froze. A sharp expression of alarm seized her face.
"What? What are you doing?" she asked, quickly pulling away.
"I . . . I'm sorry. It was an accident."
"That wasn't no accident," Rina said, eyes narrowing. "I saw
the way you were looking at me. I just tried to pretend that wasn't
it."
"That isn't 'it'. I just---"
"I think you better leave," Rina said decisively.
She handed Laura her coat and led her by the wrist to the door,
touching her as if she were the bearer of some fatal disease.
"Rina, I---"
"Don't say a thing," Rina said, eyes burning with hostility and
other disturbed feelings. "Just go. I ain't like that. Just go."
"But I'm not either."
"Just go," Rina said, shutting and locking the door, click, as
Laura stood outside in the hall, coat over her arm, feeling again the
panic of loss.