Laura's Story: an Interracial Lesbian Romance - Cover

Laura's Story: an Interracial Lesbian Romance

Copyright© 2002 by Miranda Mars

Chapter 27

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 27 - 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  

Again, after her night with Rob, she had trouble walking, her ass and pussy hurt so much. And again, Yvette Farmer noticed, and made a comment at work.

"You sprain your ankle again?" she said, disbelieving it.

Laura instantly knew, somehow, that Yvette knew the cause of her gingerly walking. Is it that obvious? she wondered. Well, if it is, then at least they won't think I'm a lesbian around here.

But she didn't know how to answer Yvette. And then she didn't have to, because Yvette bent close to her behind a filing cabinet and whispered, "You're going to have to tell that guy to quit hammering you like this. Tell him people at work are noticing."

Laura giggled nervously. "Can you really tell?" she asked, pleased at this intimacy with the beautiful Yvette, also pleased that she wasn't being suspected of secret lust.

Yvette winked. "Once I had a boyfriend who used to make it hard for me to walk the next day."

"Really?"

Laura felt the inevitable happening. The closer she was to Yvette, the more the girl appealed to her. She had velvety black skin on her cheeks, her neck, her hands. And she smelled wonderful. Her dark eyes sparkled. Her mouth was sensual and full.

Yvette had an infectious grin. "I started fooling around with his roommate, you know? In secret? And I found out that I didn't have to get hammered like that to... well, you know."

Laura nodded. "He can be a little rough," she said.

"You don't deserve it. You don't need it."

Maybe I need it more than you think, Laura thought.

She started looking at Yvette's legs when Yvette was walking the other way. They were long and perfectly shaped, what she could see of them. Beautiful, tapered, shapely, dark, glossy calves. Laura imagined kissing them, running her fingers along them. Oh god, I can't start thinking that way about her! she thought. I can't let myself!

What stopped her was a picture of Brandi, in the newspaper. Another body-building exhibition, and Brandi, as Miss Olympia, was appearing, signing autographs, pushing some line of diet additives. Probably steroids or something, Laura thought. Do you suppose she takes them? She realized that though they had spent an evening trying to kill one another with fucking, she really knew very little about Brandi.

The only thing I know is that she's the only one who ever made me faint, she thought.

The picture was a publicity shot, but for that very reason it showed Brandi at her best. Her physical beauty made Laura's throat catch. Did I really sleep with this stunning creature? she asked herself.

Even discounting the cloudy newsprint reproduction, you could see the girl's beautiful face, the sharp definition of her long, smooth muscles, even the grotesque but enchanting ripples and bulges and veins. Brandi wore one of her next-to-nothing display bikinis, and most of her flesh was visible. What a body. Laura had kissed every inch of it. Even the parts that were hidden by the small bikini.

She closed her eyes, remembering Brandi's huge, iron-hard thigh between her legs, crushing her pussy, making her gag and groan with ecstatic coming. When she opened them again, she gazed long and lovingly at the picture. Then she clipped it out and put it in her purse.

That evening was even worse. The evening news on TV did a small promo story on the upcoming event, with many clips of Brandi Pearson, Miss Olympia. Laura actually got wet while watching Brandi pose, then be interviewed. Her cunt tingled and oozed, her nipples ached, her blood raced. God, I want her!

But she didn't know what to do. Would Brandi reject her, if she showed up at the autograph show, for example? Did she dare? Feeling this sharp desire, then getting rejected, would be intolerable. It would hurt too much.

She jumped to another station, hoping to see Brandi again, waiting through boring local news stories until it happened. There was Brandi. Nearly naked, her luscious, muscular body gleaming. Scarcely realizing what she was doing, Laura dropped her hands to her knees, drew them up under her skirt, slipping her fingers under the elastic band of her panties.

"Unhh!" she grunted softly as her fingers found her wet clit.

On the TV screen, Brandi turned and rippled her back for the camera. Quickly, the camera panned down her powerful legs, then lingered for a brief, salacious moment on her peerless, perfectly- sculptured ass. Rubbing herself hard, Laura was almost there.

"Uhn... unhh!" she panted.

Brandi turned back. There was a close-up of her face responding to a question, smiling, her eyes flashing. Laura rubbed her pussy hard, feeling a surging orgasm engulf her just as the story finished.

"Auungghhh!" she cried out, coming suddenly, sharply.

Slumped on her sofa, still throbbing from the sudden climax, Laura was amazed at herself. Just from watching her on TV! she thought. God, at this rate I might come if she just knocked on the front door.

She couldn't stay away from the exhibition. She stood in line for an autograph, not knowing what else to do, and when Brandi recognized her, she gave a dismayed little laugh. Her face seized up with shock.

"Oh my god," she said in a small voice.

"It's only me," Laura smiled.

"Laura."

"Yes."

"God... I don't know what to say."

"Join me for dinner... later?"

"I can't. I'm engaged."

"Engaged?"

"Yes."

Laura could feel all the blood drain from her face. She knew Brandi could see the shock. "Oh," she said in a wounded voice.

But Brandi smiled with false cheer. "Gosh, it's good to see you," she said. "Sorry I don't have more time."

Laura was moving away from her, sleepwalking. She looked longingly at Brandi, trying to make the girl see the depth of her pain and her desire at the same time.

"Yes. Good to see you," she said softly.

"Take care, okay?" Brandi said, turning abruptly to the next person in line, not waiting for an answer.

Laura was desolate. It had been six months since she had felt anything like this badly. It was already late afternoon, and she wandered the streets, winding up finally at home about seven o'clock, not really knowing where she had been or how she got there. She was on her second glass of wine when the doorbell rang.

It was Brandi. The expression on her face was totally different from the last one Laura had seen there. Brandi's eyes filled with jeweled tears as she looked at Laura. She was soft and beautiful, fresh and vibrant but full of yearning and troubled feelings.

"Laura," she whispered, looking down at her feet, then back at Laura.

"Do you want to come in?"

"Do you want me to?"

Laura smiled and opened the door wider. "I never wanted you to leave."

They stood there uncomfortably, not knowing what to say. Brandi looked ravishing. Having a great form, she wore form-fitting clothes, this time a tight red jersey with a scoop neck, and a short black skirt that showed off her sleek, well-muscled legs. Laura wanted to rape her. She was embarrassed.

"You really are engaged, aren't you," Laura murmured, disappointed, looking down at Brandi's finger.

There was a big diamond ring on it. Brandi's tears, which had not spilled before, suddenly welled up again and stained her cheeks. But she smiled. Very clearly, making sure Laura took in each detail, she lifted her hand and with the other slid the ring off her finger, then opened her handbag and dropped it inside.

"I'm not engaged when I come through that door," she said, staring solemnly at Laura.

"Oh baby."

"Oh Laura," Brandi whispered.

They came together and kissed eagerly, passionately, running their hands wildly over one another. They were clawing at each other, trying to pull each other's clothes off, shaking with feverish urgency. But Laura, surprising herself, since she really wanted to rape and devour Brandi, pulled back.

"Let's... let's take it easy," she panted, kissing Brandi's velvet cheek. "We don't have to rush."

"I want to do it and not think about it," Brandi whispered in her ear.

"I know. I know you do. Come on."

She pulled Brandi down the hall. They went into her bedroom, and she shut the door. Then, their eyes murky and throbbing with passion, they embraced again, this time kissing with long, slow, building fire.

It reminded them both of their first kiss, months ago, which had been long too, and had sealed everything, made everything inevitable, ending in hours of orgiastic fucking. And from the way Brandi kissed her back, Laura knew that this time would be no different.

Laura got Brandi's red jersey up over her head in seconds, then reached behind her and unfastened Brandi's bra. She filled her palms with Brandi's small, hard, perfect breasts, kissing the girl's smooth black neck and shoulders, dropping her lips to one shiny, bulging nipple. She sucked it and half of Brandi's breast into her mouth.

"Ohhnnnn!" Brandi moaned, stroking Laura's head. "Yes. Oh god, yes."

Laura sucked her other breast the same way, then drew Brandi down on the bed, kissing her rippling, hard stomach, unzipping her skirt, pulling it and her panties down the girl's sculptured, heavily-muscled legs. Now Brandi was naked, though Laura was still clothed. Brandi pulled her up, and Brandi was strong.

"I want you naked too," she panted to Laura.

"Yes."

Quickly, they both undressed Laura, and Brandi fell on Laura's beautiful breasts with the same eagerness Laura had shown for hers. Laura lay back in the pillows, luxuriating in the feel of Brandi's magic lips on her nipples. She knew, if she let herself, that she could come right there, like that, in about another minute. But she wanted more, she wanted Brandi to come first, she wanted to prove to Brandi that she was wrong to renounce this.

She pulled Brandi's face up to hers, kissing her savagely. Their eyes burned together.

"I don't want you to forget me," she murmured to Brandi.

"I haven't for a minute. I remember when we... fucked by pressing our pussies together. Can we do that?"

Laura smiled and slid one leg under Brandi's, the raised her other leg over Brandi's other leg. Slowly, they moved their groins together. Kissing with deep feeling, each girl dropped a hand down and slid two fingers into the other girl's pussy. Still they inched together, shaking with excitement now.

When their hands brushed, they pulled them up. The feeling when their two wet open pussies met was electrifying. They gripped each other fiercely, their fingers biting into each other's flesh as the sexual excitement grew almost unbearable. They began to swirl their hips, pumping, churning gently, then more rapidly.

"Oh god!" Brandi panted. "Oh god, I'm so close."

It was a very unnatural position, and took either great strength or fanatical lust to keep it up, churning, pumping, grinding. But both of them were strong and fiercely hungry for each other. Their flowing cunts melted together, their excited clits mashing and moving together. Laura's fingers dug into the hard flesh of Brandi's ass as she jammed her pussy into Brandi's. And Brandi was so strong that she had to be careful not to hurt Laura as she held Laura's gyrating hips steady and pumped her pussy desperately into Laura's.

Laura had done this with each of her female lovers, and she knew the wild, excruciating, thrilling orgasms it could give. Something about the improbable, unnaturalness of it made the climaxes heart-stopping and raw and cataclysmic. And this one was no different. After about a minute of yawing and moaning together, panting and grunting softly and whinnying with barely contained hysteria, they both began to come in torrents.

"Auungghh!" Brandi cried out, her lovely face torn with sublime ecstacy. "Ohhnngg... aauungghiiieeeee!"

She clutched Laura, nearly squeezing the breath out of her, and Laura herself erupted in violent spasms of coming, burying her face in Brandi's smooth neck, moaning and sobbing as jolt after jolt of pleasure ripped through her body.

"Unngghnngggmmmeeeeee!" she cried, coming and coming, feeling every inch of Brandi's incredible body straining against hers.

Punished by the force of the shared orgasm, they slumped together on the mattress, panting and gasping for breath, still moaning with aftershocks. But Laura recovered quickly and swarmed over Brandi's supine, beautiful body, quickly sliding down between the girl's fantastic, bulging thighs and fastening her mouth on Brandi's wet, open pussy, tonguing and sucking it passionately, tickling Brandi's clit and bringing her to another quick, explosive orgasm in only seconds.

"Auungghhhiinnneee!" Brandi wailed, her superb body clenching, straining, shuddering as she came again.

And Laura, capitalizing on the girl's high state of arousal, kept her their, cupping Brandi's hard ass moons in her hands and squeezing them while she at first let Brandi's pussy fade from the high tension of her climax, then attacked it again, sucking Brandi's clit and bringing the girl to a third, sharp, wrenching orgasm.

Somehow the sight of Brandi's superlative body clenching, straining, shuddering through shock after shock of sexual pleasure brought on by Laura's expert caresses was the most sublime thing Laura had ever experienced. Her third quick climax was enough for Brandi, however. Gasping and panting for relief, she pulled Laura up face to face with her, kissing Laura fervently, embracing her so tightly Laura thought her ribcage might crack.

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