Keywords: FF, cons, interr, bd, anal, toys
Part: Chapter 86
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance

Chapter 86



          Laura spent the next three days alternately sleeping and 
    agonizing over her loss of Sholandra, and what it might imply about 
    her deepest needs.  God, I really am a slut, she thought.  Sholandra 
    was right.

          But I love her!  I love Jonelle.  I loved Rina, so hard.  I 
    even sort of love Yvette.  The darling.  Thinking of her makes me 
    tingle.  She's so wild.  And of course, my feelings for Karen run 
    very deep.  It might not be love, but in a way it's deeper than 
    love.  And Brandi.  All of them!  

          Yet she remembered how she had felt, even still felt, at the 
    thought of Yvette in bed with Rhonda Reardon.  It made her gnash her 
    teeth.  It made her gut roil and flame.  So she knew how Sholandra 
    felt. 

          What is it about me? she wondered.  I can't bear to share 
    them, but I want them all for myself?  I don't want her to be upset 
    if I fuck Camille, but I sure don't want her to fuck Camille 
    herself.  It's sick.

          She went nearly a week without any sex at all, but she knew it 
    was mostly through accident, since no opportunity presented itself.  
    Sholandra avoided her like the plague, and Yvette was out of town.  
    This left Barbara, at work, and by week's end Barbara, as if she 
    could smell her chances, had found Laura.  She stopped Laura in the 
    hallway, looking wonderful in a long skirt that showed off her very 
    narrow waist and the beautiful shape of her ass.

          For Laura it was hard, when she saw a woman like Barbara, to 
    forget how many moments of heart-stopping ecstacy she had spent in 
    her bed, in her arms, with Barbara's tongue in her cunt.  And 
    because of their history together, Barbara's eyes glinted with 
    meanings, all of them exciting.

          "You look tired," Barbara said.  "You could probably use a 
    massage."

          "From you?" Laura took the bait.

          "I've got a special on a massage that'll turn you inside out 
    and make you beg for mercy, girl," Barbara smiled.

          "I . . . can't resist," Laura said, feeling the breath 
    momentarily leave her body as she anticipated it.

          "Why don't you drop by my place after work?  I'll cook."

          Barbara smiled suggestively.

          "I bet you will," Laura whispered flirtatiously.  "See you 
    then."

          She could hardly control her sexual excitement throughout the 
    afternoon.  All thoughts of Sholandra and Camille left her, and she 
    found herself recalling every time she and Barbara had been 
    together.  She knew that this evening would not be a tea party.

          And it wasn't.  The kind of shame, guilt, and remorse that 
    usually drove her to Karen when something happened like this 
    contretemps with Sholandra now had made her accept Barbara's 
    invitation in the full knowledge that both of them would be very 
    sore by morning.  But nothing could hold her back. 

          Barbara greeted her at the door wearing shorts and a loose-
    fitting man's white shirt, with the three top buttons undone.  She 
    looked so fetching that Laura could barely keep her hands off her as 
    they traded flirtatious pleasantries.  She knew Barbara thought she 
    had skinny legs, because she had told Laura that in the past.

          But Laura thought they were marvelous.  They were long and 
    thin, but beautifully shaped, and black, and sleek.  Laura wanted to 
    run her hands all over them.  She couldn't take her eyes off them.

          "Why you be looking at my legs that way?" Barbara asked, eyes 
    twinkling.  "Look like you want to lick them or something." 

          "You mind reader," Laura smiled.

          "You're sick, girl.  Wanting to lick these skinny old legs?"

          Laura grabbed her in a mock wrestling hold.  "Yes, I do.  I 
    want to lick every part of you." 

          "Oooohhh . . . every part?"

          Now Laura turned her around so that they were facing, and they 
    kissed.  She and Barbara had not really kissed for a couple of 
    months, and they took it slowly, knowing what was in store, not 
    wanting to rush it.  Laura unbuttoned the rest of the buttons on 
    Barbara's man's shirt while they were kissing.

          Now she could get her lips on the rest of Barbara, her smooth 
    neck, her gleaming shoulders.  As usual, Barbara wore wonderfully 
    sexy underwear, Victoria's Secret type underwear, gauzy and 
    abbreviated.  She wore a champagne-colored bra that dipped deeply 
    between her small, perfect breasts, and Laura's lips followed the 
    dip.

          While she was kissing the dark swelling globes on each side of 
    the valley, she noticed the bra clasp and with her fingers unclasped 
    it, pulling the cups to each side.  Barbara's breasts were 
    exquisite, two small, firm, perfectly shaped pears with puffy black 
    nipples.  Laura cradled them in her palms and sucked one nipple deep 
    into her warm, wet mouth.

          Barbara held Laura's head in both hands, looking down at 
    Laura's lips on her breast, until the sensations made her moan and 
    close her eyes.  Laura did not stop until both of Barbara's nipples 
    were rubbery and erect, wet with her saliva, pointing, and Barbara 
    was panting excitedly.

          But at this point, Barbara pulled Laura's face up to hers, 
    giving Laura a scorching kiss.  "Not until I have you first," she 
    said, her dark eyes blazing with lust.  "It's my apartment."

          She began to undress Laura, then pulled her over to the sofa 
    and began devouring Laura's naked body.  Laura was usually the one 
    to be doing this, sometimes bringing one of her beautiful lovers to 
    a sharp orgasm before even undressing herself.  But Barbara was 
    different.

          "Those other girls of yours are amateurs, girl," she murmured 
    to Laura, kissing her body, sucking Laura's nipples voraciously.  
    "You have to come to Barbara to get what you really need."

          "Ohhh yes!" Laura whimpered.

          "Mmmm, and you're all wet for me, aren't you," Barbara 
    whispered, now crouching between Laura's yawning thighs.  "You're 
    all wet for Barbara.  You must want me to fuck you hard, right?"

          "Ohhh . . . yes!" Laura groaned, gasping as she felt Barbara's 
    tongue invade her pussy.

          But Barbara teased her, knowing how aroused Laura was.  
    Tickling Laura's clit with the tip of her tongue, she slipped one 
    long finger into Laura's wet pussy and probed Laura until Laura's 
    hips were churning, her pelvis shaking frantically.

          "Oh god . . . honey, do it hard, yes, do it hard, yes yes!" 
    Laura panted.

          "You're so beautiful when you get all excited like this," 
    Barbara purred, still fingering Laura's pussy while she kissed her 
    way back up Laura's midriff to her breasts.  "You don't expect me to 
    finish you so quickly, do you?"

          "Ahhnnn!" Laura moaned as Barbara's lips fastened again on one 
    of her nipples, nearly swallowing it.

          Barbara sucked her and kissed her, pressing her long, smooth, 
    naked body against Laura's while continuing to toy with Laura's hot, 
    oozing pussy with two fingers.  Laura was not used to being teased.  
    Barbara was right: except for Karen, all Laura's other lovers were 
    amateurs.  Sometimes they were inspired, but none had perfected the 
    skills of passion-torture like Barbara and Karen.

          Before long, Barbara had Laura begging her.  Laura shook and 
    panted uncontrollably, her nipples throbbing under Barbara's clever 
    lips, her hips churning wildly.

          "Oh god, fuck me, honey, please, fuck me," she panted to 
    Barbara.  "Make me come!  Oh . . . please!  Please, Barbara!"

          "Oh girl . . . I will, I will," Barbara cooed, soothingly, as 
    she slipped down again between Laura's tawny thighs.  "I'm going to 
    lick this pretty pink pussy till it explodes."

          "Ohhhh . . . please!" Laura moaned.

          And Barbara was as good as her word, though experienced 
    enough to provide an extra twist.  She slipped her forefinger, 
    already well-lubricated with Laura's copious juices, out of Laura's 
    flowing pussy and immediately up between Laura's buns, sliding it 
    into Laura's ass.  Tears of surprise and shock squirted from Laura's 
    eyes.

          "Anngghh!" she groaned, wincing.

          But just an instant later, Barbara's sensual lips found her 
    clit, sucking it sharply as her finger drilled into Laura's anus.  
    For about twenty seconds it was one of the most intense, blistering 
    fuck Laura had ever received.  Barbara held nothing back now, raping 
    Laura's ass and devouring Laura's clit, and Laura came quickly in 
    shocking, wrenching jolts.  Her body shuddered as spasm after 
    intense spasm rolled through her. 

          "Unngghhmmnnggiieeee!" she cried out.  "Auuggnnnhh!  Oh!  Oh!  
    Mnnnggeee!"

          Afterward, she lay sprawled and panting across Barbara's sofa, 
    dazed and shocked by the power of her orgasm, smiling wryly as 
    Barbara slowly kissed her way back up Laura's body to her lips.

          "Your hospitality is unmatched, Barbara," she whispered 
    against Barbara's sensual, moving mouth, nipping Barbara's tongue 
    with her teeth.

          Her hands came up to Barbara's dangling naked breasts and 
    squeezed them, pinching the thick nipples with her thumbs and 
    forefingers.  She could sense how wildly aroused Barbara was, how 
    excited fucking Laura made her.  Instead of insisting they now go 
    into the bedroom, she pulled Barbara down on top of her and began to 
    fuck her immediately.

          Barbara's sinuous naked body coiled around Laura as Laura 
    caressed her, turning her gently, then more deliberately, until she 
    was on her side, and Laura's mouth could reach her breasts.  She 
    sucked the black, shiny nipples until they were erect and then began 
    to tease them with her teeth, bringing hot whimpers of delight from 
    Barbara's throat.

          "Unhh . . . oh oh Laura!  Unhh . . . unhhh . . . oh!  Oh yes!" 
    she panted, watching her wet, excited nipples disappear into Laura's 
    mouth, then biting her full lower lip as Laura's teeth caught each 
    nipple on its way out.

          "Oh . . . you're so wet," Laura purred, feeling Barbara's warm 
    pussy juices all over her fingers.  "I want it, I want to taste it, 
    you have such a beautiful pussy," she said, slipping down between 
    Barbara's thighs.

          And Barbara actually did have one of the most beautifully-
    shaped pussies of any Laura had kissed.  It was long and sinuous, 
    like her body, a dark-edged parabola with a glistening magenta 
    center.  Laura slithered her tongue into her, feeling Barbara's body 
    tense and flex as sharp pleasure shot through her flesh.

          Again it was quick, since Barbara was already primed and her 
    reactions hair-trigger.  Laura slid her hands under the girl's 
    marvelous, firm, round buns, lifting the gorgeous runny pussy to her 
    mouth, and feasted for only a few seconds before Barbara was moaning 
    and twisting through a long, undulating orgasm.

          "Auungghh!  Ohhn!  Ungghhauugghhnnnnn!" she groaned, her 
    lovely lean body clenching as the spasms gripped her.  "Oh god . . . 
    Laura!  Oh Laura!  Ungghhh!"

          She groaned so loudly and so long that neither one heard the 
    doorbell ringing until Barbara's moans subsided into soft panting, 
    and she grinned at Laura with her glazed eyes.  Then they both heard 
    it.

          "Oh shit," Barbara said.  "Who can that be?"

          "Whoever it is, they probably got an earful," Laura grinned 
    sheepishly.

          "I guess so.  I haven't come like that in months."

          Laura slid up and embraced her, kissing her affectionately, 
    feeling her own lust stirring again after making Barbara come so 
    intensely.  "Just ignore it.  Maybe whoever it is will go away."

          They both tried to ignore it.  But after ringing for a while, 
    the person began pounding on the door.

          "Won't go away," Barbara sighed, getting up and pulling on her 
    pants.

          She pulled on her shirt and held it together in front while 
    she opened the door a crack, as far as the chain would allow.

          "Rhonda?  What the hell are you doing here?" she said.

          Oh shit, Laura thought, quickly glancing down at her own 
    clothes on the floor.

          Laura could hear Rhonda Reardon's voice from the hall.  "Who 
    the fuck is in there with you?" 

          "None yo' business," Barbara snapped, suddenly getting very 
    'black'.

          Rhonda said something in a low voice that Laura couldn't hear.

          "You better be watchin' yo' tongue, Rhonda," Barbara snapped 
    again.  "My life is my own!  You dig?"

          Laura quietly slid off the sofa and began gathering up her 
    clothes.  Barbara waved a hand at her, and frowned, as if to tell 
    her not to get dressed.  She shook her head at Laura.

          "You were coming," Rhonda said.  It was half-accusation, half 
    a sort of desperately sad acknowledgement.  "I heard you."  

          Her voice was plaintive.  Laura almost felt sorry for her.  
    The fact that someone else had fucked Barbara and made her come 
    clearly cut Rhonda to the quick.

          Now Barbara, even though she was angry, would surely have 
    blushed, if she could have.  She spoke evenly, precisely.

          "I think you need to go home.  You been drinking, hon'.  Go on 
    home, now.  I'll call you tomorrow."

          Now Laura could hear Rhonda crying softly.  Oh god, she 
    thought, how awful!  It's so maudlin, and so pathetic.  

          "You're a slut, Barbara!" she heard Rhonda say.  "You little 
    black slut, you'll give it to any pretty white girl who asks."

          Laura blushed herself, and looked down self-consciously.  She 
    felt embarrassed for everyone.  But Barbara was taut with fury.

          "You a bit of a slut yourself," she spat back.  "Go home, you 
    nasty drunk white slut.  You hear me?  Go home!  You shouldn't be 
    here."

          "I'm sorry . . . I'm sorry," Rhonda blubbered.

          Laura went into the kitchen and didn't come out until she 
    heard Barbara close the door.  Barbara found her.  Laura was still 
    naked, but she held her clothes up in front of her like a shield.  
    Barbara looked at them and grinned.

          "You can put those down.  Ain't no one here but me."

          "That was so awful."

          Barbara took Laura's wrist.  She drew her out of the kitchen, 
    around the corner, down the short hallway, into the bedroom.  Then 
    she took the clothes forcibly out of Laura's hands and pulled down 
    the covers from her bed.  Quickly she was again out of her clothes, 
    pulling Laura down to it with her.

          "I ain't finished fucking you yet," she murmured into Laura's 
    ear.

          "You can stop talking that way now," Laura said.  "Unless you 
    want to."

          Barbara frenched her ear, still talking.  "Sorry."  She 
    pinched Laura's bare ass.  "I'm not finished fucking you yet, how's 
    that?  It was awful, you're right.  She was smashed.  But I'm not 
    letting you go, Laura.  She never made me come like that." 

         Laura smiled, getting very aroused by what Barbara was doing.  
    "Never?"

          "Never," Barbara said flatly.

          "Mmmmm, you want me to make you come that way again?"

          "Yes."

          "What'll you do for me?"

          Barbara's smile turned tantalizing and salacious.  "Girl, the 
    only question is, how much can you stand?"

          "Oh . . . god, it thrills me when you talk like that," Laura 
    said, feigning light mockery but feeling her pulse accelerate and 
    her breath shorten even as she joked.

          With both Sholandra and Camille, she had to suppress her 
    kinkier urges, but with Barbara, as with Karen, she had shared some 
    of the roughest sex imaginable.  There were no secrets, and no 
    holding back.  It was a real relief to her to plunge ahead, knowing 
    that intermingled pain and incredible rapture lay ahead, something 
    that would make her forget both Sholandra and Camille in the white-
    hot, searing pleasures that always came from fucking with Barbara.

          And she was not disappointed.  The next hour was a physical 
    ordeal for her, but it was punctuated by a series of nearly 
    unbearable orgasms, culminating in a fiercely exciting rape 
    accompanied by three rocket-launch climaxes that left her sobbing 
    and reeling in their wake.

          Again Barbara tied her up, but not elaborately this time, only 
    enough to keep her from fighting back.  And then, with infinite 
    patience and skill, she lovingly brought Laura's body to one orgasm 
    after another.  She sucked and then bit Laura's sensitive nipples 
    while fucking Laura with her hand.  She again licked Laura's pussy 
    until Laura was gagging on a sharp climax.  She pressed her own 
    silky wet pussy into Laura's and pumped them both into an hysterical 
    uprush of hot coming. And on and on, until Laura was a jangling, 
    swollen nerve of coming, her body throbbing and aching, her pussy 
    tingling but still horny, ready for whatever might come next.

          During all this, Laura realized that Barbara felt about her 
    body, Laura's, the way Laura felt about the bodies of her own 
    lovers, including Barbara.  She knew that she worshipped their 
    bodies with total focus and awe at their incredible beauty, and made 
    love to them better than any man or previous lover because of that 
    total reverence for their extraordinary flesh.  And she realized as 
    Barbara took infinite pains to ignite these rapturous explosions in 
    her own body that Barbara felt the same about her.

          By now Laura was one raw exposed nerve, and now Barbara did 
    drag out more rope from under the bed and begin to tie her up more 
    ruthlessly, wrapping her body in rope, trussing her breasts until 
    they were bulging and discolored, her nipples exploding shiny bulbs, 
    her wet crotch puckered and pinched by the rope strands.  

          Before fastening the gag in place, Barbara teased her by 
    dangling her own breasts over Laura, brushing Laura's taut, 
    screaming, aching nipples with her own soft black buds, all the 
    while teasing Laura's tongue with her own, until Laura was shaking 
    and moaning uncontrollably.

          "Ohhhh god . . . ohnngghhh god Barbara please . . . please 
    fuck me do me please do it now oh please!" she begged.

          Barbara smiled.  "Mmmmmm, you want the prickly monster up your 
    pretty little ass, don't you Laura?" she teased.

          "Oh Jesus . . . yes!" Laura gasped, remembering the torment 
    followed by fierce ecstacy that the prickly rubber dildo had brought 
    her last time.

          By now Barbara had Laura's legs parted wide, knees elevated, 
    exposing her blossoming wet cunt and her asscheeks.  She crouched 
    between Laura's splayed thighs, holding the fantastic prickly dildo 
    in one hand while she greased it thoroughly with the other.  She 
    still had not gagged Laura, who moaned, and twisted almost 
    hysterically in anticipation of this horrific fuck.

          "You don't really want me to gag you, do you?" she teased 
    Laura.  "Not when you make such exciting sounds.  You can control 
    it, can't you?  So my neighbors don't have me arrested?  Oh Laura, 
    you're so beautiful like this, so vulnerable."

          "Unngghh!" Laura groaned as she felt Barbara opening her 
    asscheeks, then felt the greasy knob of the dildo against her tiny, 
    closed rectum.  "Oh god!  It'll never fit!" she gasped.

          "Mmmmmm, Mr. Prickles always fits," Barbara purred to Laura, 
    her own dark eyes glazed with sexual excitement.

          She increased the pressure, and the well-lubricated bulb 
    slipped up into Laura's ass before she knew it.  She bit her lower 
    lip, groaning as she felt it penetrate her.  Barbara pushed it in 
    deep.

          "Auunggrrrggh!  Ohhngg!" Laura half-grunted, feeling the 
    searing pain spread from her ass throughout her groin.  "Oh . . . 
    shit!"

          Barbara began fucking her with it and licking her festering, 
    throbbing pussy at the same time, quickly bringing Laura to the 
    bursting point.  She groaned and writhed in the tight coils of rope, 
    shuddering and quivering as her body pulsed and swelled toward its 
    inevitable explosion.

          "Oh god!  Oh god!  Ungghhhh!  Oh . . . Barbar . . . oh!  God, 
    put the gag in, please!  Oh god, I'm going to scream!"

          "No, baby, no," Barbara purred.  "I love to hear you scream."  
    Still fucking Laura's ass with the phenomenal prickly dildo, she 
    slipped up Laura's body for a moment and kissed her face, her mouth, 
    her neck and ears, murmuring hot promises to her.  "It makes my own 
    little black pussy flutter when you scream.  It makes me want you to 
    fuck me the same way I'm fucking you.  Just push your face into this 
    pillow, okay?  My neighbors, you know.  But I love to hear you 
    scream, Laura."

          "Oh!  Oh!" Laura gasped, losing it fast.

          "And you're going to scream now, girl," Barbara whispered.

          She rammed the fiendish dildo into Laura's ass, rotating it 
    roughly for maximum effect, and began feverishly licking and sucking 
    Laura's pussy at the same time.  In only a few seconds, Laura came 
    like an ammo dump going up.  Her tightly-bound body was lacerated by 
    ecstacy, wrenched and punished by about five ferocious bursts of 
    coming, all one orgasm but bundled into several killing spasms.

          She turned her head to the side and screamed fiercely into the 
    pillow, after her breath returned, and Barbara kept fucking her hard 
    until she fell limp back to the bed, moaning softly as each 
    aftershock hit her.  She watched, throbbing, through glazed eyes as 
    Barbara quickly untied the knots and unwrapped the rope.

          Laura's body was crisscrossed with rope marks, and Barbara 
    spent a long time kissing and caressing them.  Then she got some 
    fragrant oil from the bathroom and rubbed them with it, arousing 
    them both so much that they found themselves in the middle of 
    another scorching fuck before they knew it. 

          And this time, Laura got the upper hand quickly.  She didn't 
    bother with the rope but did grab the incredible dildo, Mr. 
    Prickles, as Barbara had called it.  Barbara begged to be fucked in 
    the pussy with it, and so Laura complied, but then turned her over 
    and fucked her in the ass as well, until Barbara was groaning in the 
    grip of several overpowering orgasms.

          Afterward, Laura wondered if they had fucked one another so 
    mercilessly because of the interruption by Rhonda.  But then she 
    rejected the notion since she knew how heatedly they always fucked.  
    This was no different.  Sex between her and Barbara was rawer than 
    anything except her sex with Karen, which on occasion had been even 
    worse.  Or better, depending on your point of view.

          As they lay drowsily together, caressing, after the firestorm, 
    Barbara brought up Rhonda again.

          "She hates your guts for nailing that pretty Sholandra Mason," 
    she told Laura.  

          "What?" Laura said.
  
          Barbara smiled.  "Rhonda starts flowing like the Mississippi 
    when that girl walks into the room.  You should see it.  It's 
    pathetic."

          "Makes you jealous, doesn't it," Laura teased.

          Barbara pouted.  "How would you feel if two of your best 
    friends started mooning around lovesick whenever that cheap little 
    Neegro comes into the room?"

          "Now now," Laura said.  "There are people you sleep with who 
    make me jealous too.  What I want to know is how Rhonda knew I got 
    Sholandra into bed."

          Barbara smirked.  "Wasn't easy, was it.  That little ho thinks 
    her shit doesn't stink."

          "Oooohh, you are so nasty," Laura said, hugging Barbara, 
    kissing her, rubbing her own naked body against Barbara's so that 
    the fires they had only doused a few minutes ago began to flame 
    again.  "But I love the way you fuck."

          She pinned Barbara on her back.  Barbara's eyes went all 
    glassy and murky with fresh lust.  "I love you too, hon'" she said, 
    softly.

          "Tell me how she found out."

          "I told her."

          "You're mean."

          "I know."

          "How did you know."

          Barbara grinned.  "I saw the way you two be lookin' at each 
    other one morning.  I know that look.  You and I do that look too.  
    That look means we been snacking on each other's snatch."

          The sadness in Laura's eyes escaped.  Barbara saw it easily.  
    "Not any more," Laura said, looking bleak.

          "Why not?  What happened?"

          Laura showed her the scratches.

          "She make those?"

          Laura shook her head.

          "Oh . . . now I get it.  You screwed some hellcat, and Miss 
    Neegro of 1995 found out."

          "She just . . . left.  Just like that."

          "Mmmmmm.  More for me," Barbara smiled.

          Laura nuzzled her.  "You never get enough."

          "Not of you I don't, Laura," Barbara said solemnly.

          They talked no more of Sholandra or Rhonda.  Barbara was 
    jealous, and Laura was sad, and they knew exactly how to make each 
    other forget.  Another hour of heated, relentless, unsentimental, 
    and ingenious fucking left them both scoured to the quick, and 
    exhausted.  It was midnight when Laura left, but they were both 
    finally, temporarily at least, at peace.


