Laura's Story: an Interracial Lesbian Romance
Chapter 151

Copyright© 2002 by Miranda Mars

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 151 - A Story about a white woman who has a special desire for relationships with beautiful African-American women, including a few teenagers

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa   Consensual   Romantic   Lesbian   True Story   Cheating   BDSM   DomSub   Spanking   Rough   Light Bond   Humiliation   Group Sex   Interracial   Black Female   White Female   First   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Masturbation   Fisting   Sex Toys   Lactation  

Laura spotted Yvette and Rhonda laughing together in the hallway at work, tilting their heads together, sharing an intimate moment that was so natural and relaxed that witnessing it made Laura deeply envious. On top of that, Yvette was incredibly desirable in a flowered dress that emphasized her deep black, preternaturally smooth skin, her long hair, her tiny waist, her peerless beauty. It had been at least two months since Laura and she and fucked in wild abandon in Rhonda's office.

Laura wanted her desperately. And her desire was made even sharper by the easy, obvious intimacy that Yvette and Rhonda shared. The hot, seething jealousy Laura felt was almost too much to bear.

But as the afternoon wore on, and she tried to forget what she had seen, she realized that her desire for Yvette outweighed her jealousy. She called her, speaking in a hushed whispered into the phone so that her cubicle-mates would not overhear.

"I miss you," she whispered. "God, I miss you."

"You do?" Yvette said, coyly. "Quel surprise. I thought you'd forgotten about me completely and were up to your ears in Sholandra Mason's very available little black pussy, which she seems to spread around freely to anyone who asks."

"You're mean."

"Oh Laura, of course I miss you too. But I have feelings."

"I saw you in the hall with Rhonda. It made me physically sick."

"It shouldn't. Rhonda is okay. Even you have slept with her, if I remember right. She's gorgeous and loves to fuck." Yvette whispered the last word.

"Meet me after work."

"I can't. Arthur's taking me to dinner. Then we have to pick up my little girl from her daycare."

"When can I see you?"

"I love to hear you beg," Yvette said with a throaty laugh.

Laura wanted to hang up, but she also wanted to rape Yvette.

"I don't mind begging," she whispered. "Please. I love you. I'm dying to see you."

"You're dying to fuck me," Yvette giggled, again whispering the 'f' word.

"I'm begging, Yvette."

"I kind of miss you too," Yvette said, plaintively. "You love me? When did you decide that?"

"I always have. You know that."

"Really?"

"Quit toying with me."

"I'm sorry, Laura. Actually, I could come over tomorrow night. Arthur goes to his Elks or something. I could get a sitter. Would you like that?"

"I would be eternally grateful," Laura said evenly, feeling the hot itch already beginning in her pussy.

"I'll be there around eight."

When she arrived, the following evening, she was wearing shorts and a sweatshirt. The shorts reminded Laura of their first times together, since Yvette had spectacular long legs, and Laura had nearly died of lust looking at them. She felt the same way now.

They were long and smooth, tapered and silky black, with peerless calves and firm, shapely thighs, most of which were visible since Yvette's shorts were so short. She enjoyed showing off her legs, and enjoyed taunting Laura with them.

"Sholandra the little black ho don't have no legs like these, do she Miss Laura?" she said, dripping scorn. "'N fact, her legs be pretty stubby and short, if'n I remember. Right?"

Laura nodded, unable to take her eyes off Yvette's. Yvette posed, flexing them, pointing her toe, pirouetting, making Laura nearly quiver with lust.

Yvette pouted. "Aren't you even going to kiss me? I thought you said you loved me."

"I love everything about you, you little tease," Laura said, taking the lovely girl in her arms and kissing her sensual mouth aggressively.

Yvette finally dropped the pose and kissed Laura back just as hungrily. Laura's hands came up under the sweatshirt. She had hoped Yvette was not wearing a bra, but her fingers encountered the silky fabric and straps.

Their mouths came apart, and Yvette frenched Laura's ear, very intimately, breathing hotly into it. "You just want to fuck me, don't you."

"I just want to eat you alive," Laura panted.

"God, Laura, you're so hot. I've never seen you this hot for me."

"I've always been hot for you."

Laura's fingers tore at Yvette's bra clasp. She kissed Yvette's smooth, black, beautiful neck. Yvette was panting too with excitement.

"Don't break it!" she gasped. "He checks. He checks my underwear for stains, rips, broken clasps. Really."

Laura dropped her hands, removing them from under Yvette's sweatshirt. "You should have left it off."

"I forgot. I didn't think you'd be... raping me, for god's sake."

"You thought I invited you over for tea," Laura smiled, lifting the bottom of the sweatshirt up, up, over Yvette's head.

She tossed it aside, taking in all of Yvette's beauty. With her extremely black skin, blacker than any but Cecilia's, Yvette was infinitely arousing in her stark white bra. You are the most beautiful creature, she thought. How can I bear to share you with that cunt Rhonda? How can I bear the thought of her mouth on these beautiful round gleaming shoulders?

Yvette caught Laura's face in her hands and guided Laura's mouth into hers again. "We don't have to hurry," she murmured. "Not like last time, in her office. We can take our time."

"How long can you stay?"

"An hour an a half." She smiled. "We can do it all."

"I can't believe we haven't done this for months," Laura confessed. "You're so beautiful. I'm so crazy about you."

"You've been too busy screwing everybody else," Yvette pouted playfully. "I saw you in the cafeteria with that great-looking girl who works for Dataquest."

God, Shavon! Laura thought, unable to prevent a deep blush.

"She was making moon eyes at you like you had taken her to heaven about forty times with your little pink tongue up her pretty black pussy. But I have to confess I admire your taste, anyway. She's a lot better looking than that cuntface ho Sholandra."

"What do you have against her anyway?"

Red hatred came into Yvette's eyes. "She's got you and Rhonda both twisted around her finger, girl. She must be one hot little tramp in the sack, that's all I can say. She looks your way and your pussy just bubbles over, doesn't it. I caught her and Rhonda doing it, and all Rhonda could say was, 'I couldn't help myself'. Like she was bewitched or something. You're the same way."

"You caught them?" Laura couldn't suppress a smile, or a soft giggle. "Gosh, I bet that was exciting."

"I caught them coming out of Rhonda's house looking like they'd just finished screwing the Red Army, that's what," Yvette fumed.

Laura tried to soften her by caressing her cheek, then letting her hand fall to one beautiful black shoulder, running a finger along Yvette's perfect clavicle. Then she bent her lips to it and kissed the spot where her finger had been. Yvette needed loving, tenderness right now.

"You are so beautiful," Laura breathed.

"You just like me for my body," Yvette teased softly. "You and Rhonda, just like men. You just want to fuck me."

"I sure do," Laura agreed, pulling aside the bra strap and kissing all the smooth black skin it had covered. "Won't you come with me into the bedroom?"

Yvette moved with her down the short hallway. "I hope you've changed the sheets since that ho was here," she said.

"I hope you've washed Rhonda's awful spit off your beautiful body," Laura whispered to her, kissing her inside the bedroom, pulling down the other bra strap, kissing that shoulder, unclasping the bra finally, letting it slide down Yvette's arms.

It had been nearly two months since she had seen these scrumptious, perfect little breasts with their gleaming, puffy black nipples. She scooped them up in her palms, lowering her lips quickly to them, but Yvette pulled back. Her dark eyes were pulsing in a hot whirl of sexual excitement.

"I want you naked too," she whispered. "I've missed you too."

Laura nodded. She pulled her tee shirt over her head, and reached behind to unclasp her bra. Yvette helped her remove it.

"Push your boobs against mine," Yvette whispered. "It almost makes me come just to feel it."

Before doing it, Laura unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down, kicking them off. She watched Yvette drop her shorts and panties, wildly mesmerized by Yvette's small, perfect breasts swaying and bobbing. Finally, Laura skimmed off her own panties. I know this is going to be fast, she thought. I want all of her, I want to swallow her and I want to fuck her so badly.

"Now," she whispered.

They looked down as their nipples brushed and their naked breasts pushed together. Then they looked up, their faces so close that kissing was all they could do, drinking one another now voraciously. They embraced tightly, pushing their entire naked bodies together.

"Oh god, if you don't fuck me, I'm going to come anyway!" Yvette whimpered. "I've missed you so, Laura."

They lay down on Laura's bed, with Yvette on her back. Now Laura scooped up the girl's small, beautiful breasts again in both hands and devoured them passionately. She realized for the nth time that they couldn't go slowly; they never did, not the first time. They were always too hungry for one another, and this time was no exception.

Laura sucked one of Yvette's delectable nipples deep into her mouth and pinched the other one in her fingers, unable to restrain her hot desire. She sucked more of Yvette's firm round breast into her mouth, filling her mouth with it, hearing Yvette's frantic moans. But she couldn't be gentle.

She sucked the other breast the same way, again pinching the first wet nipple with her thumb and forefinger. Yvette went wild, moaning and twisting, panting, gasping incoherently.

"God! Oh Laura... I'm going to come! Fuck me... please! Quick! Oh quick!" she gasped.

"Don't come yet!" Laura told her, releasing her breasts, kissing her mouth hungrily. "I want to come with you. I want to come together."

"Ohhnn... yes. Yes, me too! Please."

"Here... like this," Laura coached, turning her body so that her breasts dangled over Yvette's face, and her own mouth and one hand were again on Yvette's, her other hand in Yvette's soupy crotch... "Now suck me and fuck me with your hand... oh god, yes, like that! Unghhh!"

 
There is more of this chapter...

To read this story you need a Registration + Premier Membership
If you have an account, then please Log In or Register (Why register?)

Close
 

WARNING! ADULT CONTENT...

Storiesonline is for adult entertainment only. By accessing this site you declare that you are of legal age and that you agree with our Terms of Service and Privacy Policy.