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Laura's Story: an Interracial Lesbian Romance

Copyright© 2002 by Miranda Mars

Chapter 25

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 25 - 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  

They dressed and went out for dinner, then came back and spent the rest of the night in bed. The sex was so acutely pleasurable that Laura found herself wanting morning not to arrive. How two people could create so much bliss was amazing to her.

But morning did come, and Rina did go. She insisted, saying what Laura also knew was true, that the reason these moments were so intense was that neither one was really a 'lesbo, ' as Rina called it. Their delight in each other was fiercely exciting and would only stay that way if they didn't make it humdrum and normal.

Laura knew it was true. It hurt her dreadfully to acknowledge it, though. And watching Rina walk away from her door made her tremble with sadness, even desolation. Rina, going away. Brandi, gone. She cried off and on the rest of the day.

But by Monday morning, she had resigned herself to it. Dry- eyed, but edgy and gnawed with a sense of loss, she returned to work. When Karen came by her office at mid-morning, she found herself stirring with physical desire again. She hadn't seen Karen for weeks. She was my first, after all, she thought. I was her first, too. And god, look at those magnificent breasts. I'm surprised men aren't falling all over her when she walks down the hall.

But when Karen leaned down and whispered in her ear, Laura's world fell apart. Rina was dead. The police had accused Gerald of raping and strangling her.

Tears sprang up in Laura's eyes. But her deep, rending sobs were caught in her chest, and couldn't escape.

"I... guess I always knew how you felt about her," Karen said, comforting her. "God, honey, I'm sorry."

But Laura was desolated by grief. She couldn't even speak. Her supervisor sent her home with his condolences, telling her to take the next two days off. Karen said she would drop by after work.

Laura had never had a death touch her so closely. Fewer than forty-eight hours ago, she and Rina had been pressed naked together, moaning and throbbing in convulsions of thrilling ecstacy. Now Rina was dead. No more. She would never come back. Her body, which had given Laura such incredible pleasure, was cold and lifeless, instead of warm, vibrant, exquisitely shapely.

But she couldn't cry. She was so stunned that even tears could not get out of her shocked, grief-shattered mind and body. And Karen's visit didn't change anything. Karen was nearly as grief- stricken as Laura, for she too had made love with Rina many times. They talked softly, solemnly, unable to shake the gloom.

"I miss her so much," Karen confessed. "But I also feel guilty. I feel like I'm partly responsible for what made him kill her."

"Think how I feel," Laura said. "I seduced her. The very first time. She would never have thought of it if I hadn't wanted her."

"I know. But you didn't force her."

For some reason, this started Laura's tears. They seemed to gush from her eyes, and deep rending sobs wracked her body. Her tears started Karen's, and in seconds they were both sobbing uncontrollably.

They cried inconsolably for half an hour, then held each other and cried some more, physically wrenched by the pain of losing Rina and the guilt of having somehow caused her death. But somehow their mingled guilt and sorrow, and the comfort they offered each other, and the warmth and familiar sensuality of their bodies overwhelmed them, and they found themselves each slowly undressing the other.

Karen's bra came off first, and Laura's hands were full of the girl's firm breasts, and her mouth devoured Karen's large swelling nipples, bringing short, panting moans of need from deep in Karen's chest.

She got Laura's bra off too, and her lips found Laura's aching nipples quickly, sucking and tonguing them passionately.

"Should we go to the bedroom?" Laura panted.

"No. Right here. Quick."

Both knew it was an attempt to blot out their grief and guilt, but they continued anyway with a white hot urgency, stripping frantically, sucking and kneading and probing roughly. Laura had never had any sex like it. She and Karen tore hungrily at each other's naked body, devouring each other, raping each other with fierce, insatiable violence.

The fact that they had fucked each other violently in the past encouraged them, and before long they were both panting and whimpering in a wild mania of uncontrollable lust.

"Ungghhh!" Laura groaned, feeling Karen's fingers jabbing into her ass and pussy, feeling Karen's savage mouth on her tender breasts. "Ohhnnggg! Oh god! Ungghh! God, yes! Hard!"

And she was assaulting Karen in the same way, swarming all over the girl's luscious black body, sucking her viciously, making Karen yelp excitedly as the mixture of pain and intense pleasure drove her writhing body closer to the ultimate convulsions.

"Ungghh! Oh... girl! Yes! Ohhnnn! Anngghiiee!" she cried out as Laura let her feel teeth for the first time, sinking them lightly, then harder, into one of Karen's bulging, thick, black nipples.

Wild with need, they knew they were going to come any second, both of them. They quickly turned into a sixty-nine position. Laura's body stiffened, and she squealed softly, as she felt Karen's fingers penetrate her again, then felt the girl's skilled lips on her clit. She did the same to Karen, and both of them came in five seconds.

"Anngghiiieeeee!" Laura cried out, whiplashed by a ferocious orgasm that wrenched her shuddering body.

Karen was just a split second behind her, her body arching, straining, then flipping wildly as she screamed through a sharp climax.

"Unngghnnghiieee!" she cried, her pelvis shaking frantically, her ass and pussy plundered by Laura's plunging hand, her clit throbbing between Laura's sucking lips.

Neither girl was ever satisfied with one orgasm, and this time their guilt and sorrow and desperate lust drove them to keep fucking, to keep coming, to wipe out anything but pure, fanatical, maniacal, brutally focused sex. And in the next ten minutes they both came twice more, orgasms more quick and sharp and roughly summoned than all but the most violent they had shared in the past.

And after the third, they both had to stop for a moment. Laura thought she hurt too badly to continue. She could still feel Karen's teeth in her nipples, and Karen's fingers ramming up into her ass.

Karen was rubbing her own nipples tenderly with one finger. "God, baby, I thought you were going to bite this one off," she said softly. "I never felt you bite so hard. It hurts."

"Mine hurt too," Laura said. "We better stop."

Karen nodded reluctantly.

But neither of them had thought of Rina while they were doing it. Only now. While Karen was in the bathroom, Laura, looking idly in the mirror, saw the reflection of the end of the rope she and Karen had used months before protruding from under her bed. It hadn't crossed her mind for a long time, and now suddenly the hot blood leaped and surged inside her veins.

Once, long ago, she had tied her own body up and masturbated while thinking of--Karen? Rina? She didn't recall. But she knew how to do it, and by the time Karen returned from the bathroom, Laura had looped it around her breasts and belly and shoulders and through her crotch and between her buns. She held the short, loose end out invitingly to Karen, her eyes smoky with hot challenges.

Karen barely smirked as she walked over to the bed and took the end of rope in her hand.

"What have we here?" she said softly, her eyes glowing with sexual excitement. "A little package all neatly wrapped for me?"

"Yes," Laura breathed, her voice almost gone in her own excitement.

Karen rubbed the frayed end of the rope across one of Laura's bulging, swollen nipples. Shivers shot through Laura.

"I thought you were hurting," Karen whispered.

"Not enough," Laura whispered back, more a soft croak.

"These coils aren't tight enough for you to really enjoy it," Karen said, pulling the rope tighter around Laura's swelling breasts, which turned mauve from engorged blood, her nipples flaring even more, throbbing sharply.

Then Karen looped the rope around Laura's wrists and knotted it behind her back. She pulled Laura's trussed body down beside her on the mattress, kissing Laura with slow, simmering, threatening passion.

"I'm going to hurt you and make you come," she warned in another hot whisper. "You'd better tell me now if you want me to stop."

"Gag me," Laura begged. "I'll scream."

"What can I use?"

"There's a dish towel in the hall closet."

Laura's hungry, sex-crazed eyes devoured Karen's luscious, naked black body as she left, then returned with a towel. Karen saw her eyes.

"I'll make you a promise, to help you stand the pain," she whispered as she tied the gag in Laura's mouth. "When I'm finished with you... it's your turn."

A fierce shudder of sexual excitement gripped Laura's bound body. It gripped her again as she felt Karen's hands and mouth beginning to explore her immobilized body, at first with loving, tender caresses, but then with more insistent, rough sucking, kneading, pinching, probing.

She and Karen had done this to one another before, though not for a long time. Maybe that was why Laura had forgotten the main principle, which was to prolong the agony by clever caresses until the unbearable need resulted in an excruciating explosion of coming. And so Karen, knowing how Laura felt about her perfect black breasts, dangled them in Laura's face, brushing Laura's lips with her bulging, soft nipples, knowing that Laura's gag prevented her from seizing them with her lips.

Laura quivered and yearned with lust, mewling and whimpering and twisting. Next Karen descended, kissing Laura's naked back and buns and tickling Laura's asshole with her tongue until Laura was writhing and moaning urgently. Slowly, deliberately, Karen began caressing the helpless Laura more roughly. Her fingers dug into Laura's firm, round asscheeks, and she stabbed her tongue into Laura's asshole, then slipped one finger into it, fucking Laura's ass, then two fingers, biting Laura's asscheeks and fucking her ass more and more roughly. Tears poured down Laura's cheeks as the sensations grew more intense.

Her muscles strained against the tight rope, and she sobbed and whimpered with increasing desperation and need. This fed Karen's lust, and she began licking and tongue-fucking Laura's streaming pussy while still finger-raping Laura's ass. Laura almost came. The rough sex had her on the edge, and almost without warning she could feel the first hints of a killing climax.

But Karen sensed it too, and drew back. She knew from experience how to bring Laura to the edge, and she backed off this time, cooing and murmuring obscenities in Laura's ear.

"Ohhh, you want to come, don't you, baby? You want me to go ahead, and fuck you hard and make you come, don't you? Oh, but I'm not going to give you the satisfaction. You have to wait. I'm not ready to let you go off yet. A few more minutes. A little more pain. I haven't even touched your beautiful breasts yet. I haven't even got to suck and... well, you know what I want to do to them, don't you?"

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