Laura's Story: an Interracial Lesbian Romance
Copyright© 2002 by Miranda Mars
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - 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
And in the morning, when they awoke, they fucked twice more before even leaving the bed. Then once more together in the shower. By the time they left for work, they had each come twenty-one times since they had entered Laura's apartment the night before.
Neither could believe it.
"Did we actually do that?" Karen whispered to Laura as they drove to work.
Laura nodded. "I think we must have set a record."
"I know it was a record for me."
"Once I came three times, twice in the evening, once the next morning," Laura said. "I never knew I could come twenty-one times. Until you."
In the parking lot, they gazed rapturously into each other's eyes, feeling like they were in love, longing to kiss heatedly, even to fuck again, right there, but afraid to risk even a hidden caress. It was scary. Both of them were terrified of the strong feelings they had, but they tried to conceal it from each other and from themselves.
"I... I want to see you again," Laura murmured shyly. "I know what we did was wrong, but I want it. I want it again."
Karen took her hand. "I want it as bad as you do," she whispered. "We can't think of it as wrong. It's too good to be wrong."
"But we're not lesbians," Laura whispered, drawing closer.
"We both know that. Who else do we care about?"
"I want to fuck with you right here. In front of everybody."
"But we don't want to lose our jobs," Karen said, eyes glittering with desire.
"I know," Laura admitted glumly.
They went into to work, hurting at the separation, but grimly determined to keep their wild night a secret. And yet as the day wore on, Laura began to feel more and more guilty about what they had done. True, the guilt made her lust for Karen seem even hotter, but it carried with it the terrible shame of having slept with another girl, and done unspeakable things. Even the memory of twenty-one orgasms was tinged with revulsion and embarrassment.
God, maybe I am a lesbian! she thought. I've just never realized it till now. Because I want her bad, more than any man. More than I ever wanted any man! I want to fuck her... and eat her... and rub my pussy against hers until we both just melt with coming. Oh god, it was so good!
She could almost climax all over again, just recalling it. The whole thing was very disturbing. All day she had to fight the urge to go to the part of the building where Karen worked. Just to see her. Maybe to get her alone somewhere. In the bathroom. And touch her. And slip a hand into her groin, or free one of her fantastic, beautiful breasts and suck it.
Laura got wet just thinking of it. And more angry with herself. You're not that way! she told herself. You're not a lesbian! Why do you want her? You like men! You need a man to fuck you. And I mean, really fuck you. Rape you. That's what you need.
With that in mind, and suppressing her very acute emotional longing and sexual yearning for the beautiful black girl, she went after work to a popular singles bar where many of her fellow workers often went. It didn't take her long to attract a group of men, all of them competing heavily for her attention.
All Laura had to do was pick one, and she picked a guy who had actually been pursuing her for about a year, Rick Perkins, who worked in the same company and was very good-looking. In fact, she had been tempted to go out with him often in the past, but things had never turned out just right. Now, however, she was very receptive.
When he suggested that they go to his place, she said, "Only if you promise to behave yourself and not take advantage of me."
She glared deep into his eyes to see how he would react.
"Wouldn't think of it," he said quickly. "Just a quick drink. Then I'll take you home."
But remarkably enough, she found that she enjoyed his company very much. They got along well, and were laughing and relaxed in a short time. They sent out for pizza from his apartment, and by nine o'clock, after a few drinks, Laura had forced herself to forget about Karen enough to think that the idea of letting this handsome guy fuck her was not so bad. In fact, it was kind of exciting.
And he seemed to sense the softening of her attitude. While getting her a fresh drink, he circled behind her chair. Then she felt his face dipping into her hair, felt his lips on her neck. Then she was turning her head, her mouth meeting his. They kissed slowly, heatedly. When their lips came apart, Laura was panting softly.
"I... I'm sorry," Rick apologized, clearly sincere. "You're very beautiful. I just wanted to smell your hair and I... got carried away."
"Mmmmm, I like the way you get carried away," Laura smiled, offering her sensual mouth to him again.
His kissed her skillfully, then demandingly. Suddenly, he was pulling her up from the easy chair, crushing her body into his and digging his fingers into her flesh through her clothes. And Laura was not resisting. It was as if she were awakening to a fresh way of making love, after her exquisite night in Karen's arms, and at the same time his rough, masculine treatment of her recalled all her past sexual experiences before Karen.
God, he's really after me! she thought, feeling her heart race and her hot blood pump. He's so rough, and hard!
Rick's mouth was on her smooth neck, giving her excited goosebumps. His fingers unfastened the buttons of her blouse, opening them one by one. They both looked down as the top of Laura's lacy peach bra came into view. The deep valley between her firm breasts was visible.
He dropped his head and kissed it. His lips roamed over the bulging tops of her breasts. Laura wriggled out of her blouse.
"You take it off," he whispered. "There's nothing sexier than a woman taking off her own bra."
Unless she's taking off another woman's bra, Laura thought, her mind quickly filling with images of Karen's bra coming off, Karen's round, perfect breasts spilling out, Karen's soft, puffy, black nipples...
But she clenched her teeth and made the images go away. Actually, she couldn't help briefly thinking about Karen and Rick in the same instant, speculating on what it would be like with both of them. Both of them fucking me! she thought. God, I'd die!
She reached both arms behind her back slowly, letting him watch her breasts swell and push against the bra cups. Tantalizing him, she slowly released the clasp. Then she skimmed the shoulder straps down her arms. The cups came away from her firm, jutting breasts. Her swollen coral nipples gleamed in the soft light. Rick brought his hands up and carefully cradled her breasts in his palms. "I've never seen such perfection," he murmured.
Laura kissed him, urgently. "Do you like to kiss and suck perfection?" she asked him throatily.
He dropped his mouth to her breasts and within seconds had her whimpering and shivering with sexual excitement. His mouth on her sensitive nipples was completely unlike Karen's. He was just as feverish and hungry, but he sucked her sharply, almost violently, taking a chunk of her breast inside his mouth with her wildly throbbing nipple, digging his fingers into the resilent globes.
"Oh! Oh god!" Laura whimpered, writhing in his grasp.
They sank to the floor beside his sofa. Rick wouldn't release her breasts. He was obsessed by them, tonguing and sucking and assaulting her nipples until Laura was moaning hysterically, her hands tearing at his belt buckle. She got it open and pulled his pants down, freeing his cock, a huge, hot, throbbing weapon, bigger than any she had ever seen. She slipped down his body, scooping his balls and his jumping prick up into her hands, peppering the twitching pole with hot kisses.
"Laura," he panted. "I've never seen such beautiful boobs in my life. God, you're beautiful."
"Mmmmmm, I've never seen such a big cock," she said, slurping it passionately.
He groaned as she began to make frenzied love to his twitching prick. She burrowed her mouth down into his crotch, teasing his balls with her tongue, then kissing her way up the rock-hard shaft of his enormous cock until she reached the ballooning, purplish head. She took it into her mouth, drooling warm spittle all over it, then sucking him cleverly, not too hard, but insistently, rhythmically, until he was cawing and churning his hips, upfucking her mouth, holding her head in his hands.
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