Laura's Story: an Interracial Lesbian Romance - Cover

Laura's Story: an Interracial Lesbian Romance

Copyright© 2002 by Miranda Mars

Chapter 111

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 111 - 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  

Both Laura and Trina were deliriously happy, genuinely in love, unable to keep their hands off each other, unwilling to go a day without seeing each other, talking on the phone all the time. Laura hadn't felt this deep, fervent longing for another since Jonelle. In fact, she still felt it for Jonelle now and then, but it was hard to keep up a constant longing for a woman who lived in Dallas and had married again. She had a secret place in Laura's heart, but Trina was right here, right now, in all her beauty and magnificent sensuality and craving for Laura.

Laura suspected that Trina had not any sex since her divorce, through disillusionment with men, and now she was truly hot for it, wanting to fuck with Laura at the slightest opportunity. The fact that she was doing it with another woman also made it more exciting.

"When you make me come," she confessed to Laura, "I feel it sharper than I ever did before. It's like my body gonna explode. I never felt anything like it."

They were like teenagers, waiting patiently each night for Shawna to go to sleep before they tore at each other in Trina's bedroom, trying not to squeal and wake the girl, but consumed by fierce fires of lust. Only the arrival of Trina's period put a temporary stop to it, and Laura agreed to stay away for three days if only to give them both an emotional rest, as well as return Shawna's life to a semblance of normal.

And yet, on Laura's first night away from Trina, Yvette phoned. It was a typical situation.

"Arthur's working out at the gym. Mom's got the kid. I'm dying for you, Laura."

Immediately Laura was seized by desire for Yvette. It had been almost two months since they had been together. God, I'm such a tramp! she thought, instantly feeling flooded with guilt at the thought of Trina. Last night we were in each other's arms, screwing frantically, eating each other alive. And all Yvette has to do is blow in my ear...

"Well?" Yvette said impatiently into the phone. "I could always call Rhonda. But I miss you, Laura."

"Oh god, yes, come over," Laura said, swallowing her guilt, nearly choking on it. "Hurry."

"I have to hurry. He'll be home in a couple of hours."

Yvette was wearing tight jeans and a red sweater and had never looked more fetching. Gazing at her, knowing that within minutes they would be naked together, panting, moaning, Laura wondered at herself. Trina isn't enough for you? When you see Yvette, you feel this sharp pang of need in your pussy? Why?

But there was no time to agonize over it. Once the door closed behind her, Yvette was in Laura's arms and they were devouring each other. Laura was so hungry for her that it was as if she had never spent the last weeks in Trina's arms.

"Careful... careful," Yvette giggled softly as Laura tried to pull off her red sweater. "Don't stretch it out of shape."

"I want your body," Laura said, kissing her delectable black shoulder, pulling the white bra strap down.

"Unhhhh! Oh!" Yvette gasped as Laura's hand cupped her naked breast and Laura's mouth sucked her nipple in deep. "Oh god... it's been too long!" Yvette panted as Laura freed her other breast and nearly swallowed her other nipple too.

"Come in my bedroom," Laura said, drawing her toward it.

"Yes!"

They both quickly shed their clothes on the way. They fell on the bed in a frantic heat, whimpering and groping, kissing, sucking, probing, fucking each other in a careless, urgent way borne of long familiarity and unquenchable lust. Yvette's long, svelte black body was so different from Trina's, so sinuous and lean, that Laura luxuriated in caressing and kissing every inch of it, as if she had forgotten it's minute textures in the weeks since she had touched Yvette's marvelous warm flesh.

Her tongue found the wet folds of Yvette's beautifully-shaped pussy, probing, licking, stabbing, then curling around Yvette's swollen clit until Yvette was arching and quivering, whimpering helplessly.

"Ohhnnn... oh yes! Oh god... Laura, yes! Oh god I'm going to come! Do it hard, yes! Unhg! Unhh! Oh!"

But Laura knew she too was going to come, any second, and she wanted the ultimate. She wanted them to come together, pressed together, their hot, wet pussies kissing, grinding together, as she and Trina had done nearly every day for the past few weeks, coming in a glorious, groaning union.

"Me too, honey!" she panted. "Hold on, hold on. Come with me, let's come together."

She twisted her body around and quickly pressed their groins together.

"Ohhhnngg! Oh god... I love it!" Yvette panted, pumping her slippery pussy into Laura's.

Laura nearly swooned. Yvette's wet, slimy pussy was on fire, and she could feel the heat flowing into her own body. They both pumped frantically, so hard that the headboard of Laura's bed began banging into the wall.

She heard it and panicked, but they couldn't stop the rollercoaster. They were both deliriously wild with lust, pumping, gasping, squealing, whimpering, then finally exploding together in a firestorm of an orgasm. They came explosively, a wrenching, violent climax, crying out to each other and grinding their throbbing wet pussies together as the spasms wracked their bodies.

The force of this shared climax seemed to shock both of them. It took several minutes for them to untangle their bodies, to kiss dreamily. But kissing reawakened the only temporarily slaked flames. Laura was hungrier for Yvette than she could have imagined, especially after days of fucking with Trina.

"I love to fuck you," she whispered to Yvette, kissing her ear, her neck, her breasts again. "I'm so jealous of you letting that witch Rhonda fuck you."

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