Keywords: FF, cons, interr
Part: Chapter 64
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance

Chapter 64


          Laura was mortified.  She had a pretty good position in her 
    company, and had gone to some lengths to make sure her sexual 
    proclivities were not known.  She didn't date men from within the 
    company, but that was not unusual for a career woman, who might see 
    the dangers of mixing her love life with her job.

          In actual fact, she had four torrid affairs going on with four 
    different girls, Karen, Yvette, Barbara, and now Cecilia, but she 
    had taken care not to let anyone know.  Now, unless this Pete Hansen 
    were extraordinarily discreet, which she doubted of any man, she 
    could be exposed as a lesbian.  And while she might be one, in fact 
    how could she deny it, she didn't want it widely known.

          And if Yvette ended up sleeping with Pete just to seal his 
    lips, then even worse might happen.  Laura remembered Arthur, and 
    also the way things had of slipping out, if you had to trust too 
    many people.  Already five different people now knew about her 
    sexual needs, and though four of them had the same needs, none of 
    them were as vulnerable as she was.  On the other hand, none of 
    those four wanted anyone to know she slept with Laura, either.

          Whatever her anxieties, she had promised to let Cecilia drive 
    her home after work, and both knew what would happen.  In spite of 
    her frantic, wonderful, hot coupling with Yvette in Scheinbaum's 
    office, Laura got all fluttery in the pit of her stomach when she 
    thought of Cecilia.  It would only be their second time together, 
    and Cecilia had specifically said, this morning, that she wanted 
    Laura to fuck her.

          In the parking lot, standing by her car waiting for Laura, 
    Cecilia's dark eyes nearly smoked with sex.  Inside the car, she 
    told Laura that her boyfriend was expecting her home by six.  They 
    would have to hurry.

          "Are you sure you want to rush it like this?" Laura asked.

          But Cecilia's beautiful face fell.  "Don't you want me?"

          Laura smiled and put a hand on her knee, running it up under 
    her skirt, caressing her naked thigh.  "I could rape you right 
    here," she said, letting her eyes throb too.

          She had been so flummoxed by the incident with Yvette and Pete 
    Hansen that she hadn't trusted herself to let her true feelings show 
    until now.

          "You better get your hand off my leg or we'll have an 
    accident," Cecilia said.

          When they got there, both of them felt some awkwardness.  They 
    felt rushed, a little nervous, even shy.  Laura threw the bolt on 
    the door, then pinned Cecilia against it, giving her a long, slow, 
    simmering french kiss, slowly unbuttoning her blouse.  We can't go 
    too fast, even though she's in a hurry, she thought.

          "I don't want to go fast," she murmured into Cecilia's 
    marvelous coal-black ear.  "I want to kiss every inch of you."

          By the time she pulled back a little, Cecilia's eyes were 
    murky with sexual need.  She followed Laura's lead docilely into the 
    bedroom.  Then she stood while Laura removed her clothes and her 
    bra, leaving only her panties on.

          But Laura couldn't keep her hands or her mouth off Cecilia's 
    extraordinary breasts, perfect, jutting young mounds, blacker than 
    midnight, with bursting, huge black nipples, swollen and gleaming.  
    And they were so sensitive that Cecilia began trembling and moaning 
    softly as Laura sucked them.

          "Ohhh . . . Laura . . . ohhnnnn," she moaned, running her 
    fingers through Laura's hair.  "I want you too, I want you too.  
    Please take off your clothes too, take me to bed, do me, fuck me, 
    like you want to, fuck me, do it fast."

          Hurriedly, Laura undressed too, with Cecilia's help, peeling 
    off her panties too, then Cecilia's.  They lay down on the bed and 
    began undulating together and kissing in a slow, emotional, 
    scintillating fuck, unlike the quick, panting lust Laura had shared 
    with Yvette at work earlier. And yet, after a few minutes both she 
    and Cecilia were moaning loudly and twisting uncontrollably.

          "This way, this way, honey," Laura said, turning her body so 
    that they could do a sixty-nine, with Cecilia on the bottom.  "Oh 
    yes, we're both so close, come with me, honey, come with me."

          She licked Cecilia's sweet young pussy eagerly, flicking the 
    girl's swollen clit and feeling Cecilia's body clench with tension 
    each time.  And Cecilia's mouth on Laura's pussy was wildly 
    passionate, making Laura gulp and whinny softly with frenzied sexual 
    thrills.  They were both very close, and within seconds were at the 
    edge, then plunging over into violent spasms of coming, their naked 
    bodies writhing together as the hot shocks wrenched them.

          "Oh yes . . . oh yes unngghh oh god yes!  Aunngghhh!" Laura 
    groaned, her body shuddering in hot flashes of ecstacy.

          "Nnnn oh Laura . . . ahhnnngg oh god nnmmggiieee!" Cecilia 
    cried out, her voice shattered by a fierce jolt of rapture.

          Laura had never come simultaneously with her lover during 
    sixty-nine before.  Either she herself got carried away, or her 
    partner did, so that one came while the other helped.  But this 
    time, she and Cecilia were so synchronized that their orgasms hit at 
    the same instant, welding them together in a moving, undulating wave 
    of intense pleasure.

          Cecilia was still bleary-eyed from it as Laura finally drew 
    herself up and turned around to embrace her.  

          "You really know how to do it to me," Cecilia gasped, still 
    stunned.  "I thought last time was the tops, but you took my breath 
    away again."

          Without replying, Laura kissed her and dropped her mouth to 
    Cecilia's luscious breasts, unable to get enough of them.  She 
    wanted to make the girl come again, quickly, since time was short.  
    Cecilia came quickly and easily, so it was not hard to get her to 
    the edge again, by sucking and squeezing her breasts, and massaging 
    her wet pussy with one hand.  Soon she was writhing and moaning 
    under Laura, a gorgeous spectacle of pure, unaffected lust, giving 
    herself completely to Laura.

          And Laura took her, fucking her hungrily, clamping her own 
    thighs around one of Cecilia's and rubbing her pussy into it as she 
    brought the beautiful girl to two more wrenching climaxes, then had 
    another herself, as Cecilia was sobbing and moaning through her 
    third.  

          Even Laura was surprised at how easily Cecilia could come, 
    once you got her to the proper pitch.  The three orgasms seemed to 
    flow into each other, one giving birth to the next, and the final 
    one, when Laura was coming too, was a fierce, violent ecstacy that 
    left Cecilia shuddering and sighing with exhaustion.

          "Oh god oh Jesus!" she gasped into Laura's shoulder.  "You 
    make me come so hard . . . I've never come so hard as I . . . do 
    with you."

          Laura was still recovering herself from a jolting climax, 
    unwrapping her thighs from Cecilia's, looking down, as she had often 
    done with Brandi, at the shiny wet smear of her cuntjuice left on the 
    glossy black skin of Cecilia's thigh.

          "Too bad you can't stay much longer," she murmured into the 
    girl's marvelous neck.  "I'm just warming up.  And so are you.  We 
    might make twenty again, if we had a few more hours."

          Ceciilia pouted.  "Got to go home and get hammered by Ron," 
    she said glumly.

          "Really?"

          "Didn't I tell you?  He nails my poor little black ass to the 
    bed twice every night.  Three or four times on the weekends."

          "He must be very energetic," Laura said, feeling a wave of 
    jealousy pass through her.

          "That's not the word for it.  He's a sex fiend."  Cecilia 
    giggled, her beautiful face beaming with surprise.  "Come to think 
    of it, though, so am I.  I love to do it with you.  Do it and do it.  
    But not with him.  Not any more.  I'm trying to think of a way to 
    dump him.  Then you and me can be together as much as we want."

          Laura smiled.  She watched the girl's incredible body as 
    Cecilia dressed, still lying naked on the bed herself, as if to lure 
    her back.  But Cecilia was driven now more by fear of reprisals from 
    Ron than by lust for Laura.

          Finally, Laura pulled on a robe and saw her to the door.  They 
    kissed very emotionally.

          "You're getting me hot again," Cecilia warned.

          "Just getting you ready for Ron," Laura said, cattily.

          Cecilia pouted.  "But I'll be thinking of you."

          Laura smiled wryly.  "And I of you.  Bye, honey.  See you 
    tomorrow."

          "Can we do this again?  Tomorrow?"

          Laura frowned.  "I think I'm getting my period.  Why don't we 
    try for next week."

          "Okay," Cecilia said brightly.

          But when Cecilia had gone, Laura realized that she was still 
    horny.  And she wondered why she had lied to Cecilia about getting 
    her period.  She wasn't due until . . . next week.  Then there would 
    be a problem.  She would have to explain away her lie just now.

          But why am I still so horny? she wondered.  I came twice with 
    her.  I should feel okay.  I guess I'm the true sex fiend.

          She went through half an hour of battle with herself, because 
    she wanted to phone Karen.  And she knew what would happen if she 
    did.  I know it's wrong, she thought.  But I want it.  My body 
    thrills with excitement when I just think of it.

          But remember how long it took to stop hurting, she reminded 
    herself.  Two or three days.  Oh . . . maybe I could just do it 
    myself, like I did that one time.  She recalled the ruler.  Sick! 
    she told herself.  But fantastically exciting!  But it was better 
    with her.  It's always better with her.

          In order to stop herself from thinking about Karen, and the 
    wild, excruciating sexual explosions that were possible when they 
    got together, she put on her Brandi video and watched Brandi showing 
    off her muscles.  She knew it would work, and it did.  Along with a 
    deep, throbbing, acute longing for Brandi, it aroused in her a sexual 
    heat that allowed her to masturbate to another wonderful, stabbing 
    orgasm in about five minutes.

          But when it was over, she seemed to feel even worse.  She 
    didn't know when she would see Brandi again, and the heat was still 
    there.  Then she remembered Rob.

          She wondered if Cecilia's talk about getting hammered by Ron 
    hadn't made her think of Rob.  She hadn't seen him for months.  He 
    had lost interest after being put off so many times while Laura was 
    busy pursuing Jonelle, or Cecilia, or seeing how depraved she could 
    get with Karen or Barbara.  But suddenly she realized that she sort 
    of missed the feel of a hard (and, considering Rob, monstrously 
    huge) cock plunging in and out of her, and the feel of all that hot 
    semen spurting into her. 
 
          She called him, but he seemed nervous, noncommittal.

          "You have to understand, Laura," he said.  "I've got a serious 
    friend now.  She . . . isn't likely to understand, if you know what 
    I mean."

          "Of course I know," Laura said warmly.  "I was only thinking . 
    . . maybe an hour of so.  You could even drop by here, if it's more 
    discreet.  I . . . miss you."

          There was a suspenseful pause.  "I miss you too, Laura.  You 
    don't know how much."

          "Then why don't you come over.  Why not now?"

          "Now?"

          Laura looked at her watch.  She and Cecilia had made love fast 
    and furious for about forty minutes.  Her video episode with Brandi 
    had lasted only twenty.  It was about six-thirty.  

          "I could make you dinner," she tempted him.

          Rob seemed to be looking at his watch.

          "Something good to eat," Laura said softly, suggestively.

          "Well . . . okay.  I guess I could."

          "How about a half an hour?"

          "I'll be there."

          Laura felt a stirring in the pit of her stomach as she hung up 
    the phone, something like she often felt at the prospect of getting 
    together with Karen.  Since she was still wearing only a bathrobe, 
    after her torrid frolic with Cecilia (and Brandi), she went to the 
    bedroom and put on some very sexy underwear, then put the robe back 
    on.

          When she greeted him at the door, his eyes widened ever so 
    slightly as he saw what she was wearing.  Rob looked better than 
    ever, very handsome, and poised.  They were uncomfortable together 
    at first, having shared such scorching sexual moments in the past 
    but not having seen one another for months.

          "So . . . you have a sweetheart," Laura said.

          "More than that," he said.  "We're going to be married."

          "Married."  Laura raised an eyebrow.  "Can I get you a drink?"

          They went to the kitchen.

          "You know how to hurt a girl, don't you," she teased.

          She and Rob clinked glasses.  "I realized after a while that 
    you were more interested in . . . shall we say another type?"

          Laura flushed but tried hard not to show it.  "What do you 
    mean?"

          Rob grinned, as friendly as ever, not censorious, just 
    quizzical.  "Oh, I saw how you looked at that beautiful thin black 
    woman who was Bob Scheinbaum's secretary."

          Laura turned her face away so as not to betray her feelings.

          "And once I saw you and another gorgeous black woman coming 
    out of the Hilton across the street, during the lunch hour.  You 
    didn't look like you'd been having tea together."

          "What's that supposed to mean?" Laura asked, in a quavering 
    voice, hating herself for this weakness.

          "Only that you had other interests," Rob said, calmly.  "I can 
    understand that.  Both those women were totally stunning."

          When she turned to face him, she suddenly realized that her 
    eyes were filled with tears, inexplicable tears.  She certainly 
    couldn't deny the way she felt about Jonelle, or Yvette.

          "Rob . . . I don't know what to say," she mumbled.

          He came over to her and took her in his arms.  "You don't have 
    to say anything."

          "You don't mind if I . . . did that with them?"

          His mouth closed over hers, and suddenly they were in a white-
    hot kiss, a blistering, ferocious kiss that could only end in one 
    thing.  While kissing her, Rob slid his hands under her robe, 
    quickly loosening it, then pulling it off her shoulders.

          Laura wore a lacy champagne bra, and she could see the look in 
    his eyes when he saw it.  He kissed her neck, her shoulders, the 
    valley between her breasts.

          "Laura, you were the most beautiful woman I ever had, bar 
    none," he panted.  "And you still are."

          Not waiting for him to do it, Laura reached behind her back 
    and unclasped the bra.  She let the straps slide down her arms, 
    staring directly, hotly, into his eyes.  Her bra dropped on the 
    floor between them.

          "You don't mind that I like girls?" she asked softly as he 
    filled his hands with her perfect naked breasts.

          "Not as long as you like me," he said, crushing her mouth 
    again with his, squeezing her breasts, then dropping his mouth to 
    them.

          He wasn't gentle.  His tearing, hungry mouth on her nipples 
    had Laura keening and twisting in seconds.  Cecilia had sucked her 
    nipples only an hour earlier too, but not like this, not with this 
    harsh, voracious, hungry strength.  She felt her body turning to 
    liquid, a hot, coursing, flowing liquid, her cunt flooding, her 
    thighs quivering.

          "Ohhnnn!" she moaned.  "Oh Rob . . . in the bedroom, quick!  
    Oh please, quick!"

          She dragged him into the bedroom, and from that moment they 
    began to tear at one another like wild animals.  Laura was already 
    naked except for her panties, which came off easily.  Rob stripped 
    off his pants and shirt, and she pulled him down on the bed.  She 
    hadn't forgotten how huge his cock was, but it still shocked her 
    when she felt it slide up into her pussy, a gigantic pole, fat, 
    hard, very long. 

          "Unngghmmiiee!" she squealed, squirming under him as he began 
    to fuck her fast and hard.

          She clamped her thighs around his hips and pushed her pussy up 
    into his stabbing thrusts, feeling his huge cock pierce deep into 
    her body, groaning and whinnying helpless as he rammed her again, 
    again, again.

          "Ungh!  Anggh!  Unh!  Unh!  Ohngg!  God . . . Rob ungghh!" she 
    panted, thrilled at being so fiercely, completely fucked.

          If he was trying to show her that she could get something out 
    of sex with a man that she couldn't get with a woman, he succeeded 
    wildly.  As both of them drew close to a shattering orgasm, Rob 
    dropped his hands to Laura's ass and clutched her round cheeks, 
    digging his fingers into the springy flesh and pulling her cunt up 
    into his stabbing cock, so that it went in even deeper.

          "Unngghmmiee!" she shrieked as it pierced her.  "Oh god 
    mnngghiieee oh god oh Rob oh god!" she gasped, feeling a horrific 
    orgasm suddenly wrench her body, knocking the breath completely out 
    of her.

          Rob came at nearly the same instant, his enormous hard prick 
    spurting rockets of jism into the tight sleeve of her pussy.  The 
    feel of it pumping into her somehow made Laura's moans escape from 
    her lungs, and she groaned and squealed into his shoulder as 
    scalding spasms of rapture gripped her.

          "Unnghhh!  Oh!  Ohhnnngg!  Auuungghiieee!" she cried out, 
    muffling her voice on his arm, then gasping and panting deliriously 
    as aftershocks struck her.

          She was still throbbing when they finally disentangled their 
    bodies.

          "Is that what men mean when they say they want to fuck your 
    brains out?" she asked him, smiling.

          "I guess so," Rob grinned.

          "I think you just gave me a lobotomy.  I know it felt like 
    this monster of yours was up inside my skull."

          She patted his huge cock, now limp and wet, but still 
    gigantic.  

          "Better than fucking with a girl?" he grinned.

          Laura didn't even blush.  "Different, at least," she said.

          "But you prefer the other?"

          "Do you know what it's like to be obsessed, Rob?  I mean, with 
    anything?  Like you can't eat or sleep because you absolutely must 
    have something?  Or someone?"

          "I used to feel that way about you," he said, disarmingly.

          Now Laura blushed.  "Really?"

          He nodded.  "But I got over it.  That little encounter we just 
    had might make me feel differenty, though."

          "At least you know the feeling.  It's how I . . . feel about 
    them."

          He shrugged.  "A person can't choose who he or she wants to do 
    it with.  It just happens."

          They kissed, and his magnificent member began to stir again.

          "I want it all," she whispered to him.  "I want it all from 
    you, since I never know if I'll see you again."

          "All?"

          "I want you to fuck me in the ass."

          He grinned.  "Last time we did that I nearly put you in the 
    hospital, you said."

          "Mmmmm, you tied me up, too.  Want to do it again?"

          They both knew the answer since each could feel the other's 
    sexual arousal jump up two more notches at the very idea.  

          "Laura, you know this thing hurts when you put it in something 
    so tight."

          "Mmmmm, I know I want it.  What's the matter, are you chicken?  
    I'll bet your new sweetheart won't let you tie her up and fuck her 
    in the ass."

          Rob half-frowned, half-grinned.  "You're right about that," he 
    said. 

          Laura rolled over and showed him her ass, which she knew from 
    other comments was breathtaking.  "Tell me you don't want it," she 
    breathed.  "And maybe I'll believe you."

          Without replying, Rob grabbed her.  They tussled, and he 
    rolled Laura onto her back, straddling her ribcage, his huge, erect 
    cock bobbing in her face, the swollen, purplish head of it just 
    inches from her lips.  Looking up at him, she opened her mouth and 
    took it inside.

          She sucked it a few times, then let it out and peppered the 
    gigantic, jumping stalk with passionate kisses.  "We have to make 
    him ready for the hard work ahead," she teased.  "This time he's 
    going to ream Laura's pretty bottom."

          Then she held his fierce, hard, giant cock in the fingers of 
    both hands and guided it back between her lips, this time sucking it 
    seriously, realizing that she had missed this, and getting every bit 
    of pleasure she could out of it.  And Rob could hardly contain his 
    excitement.  In only a minute his wet, throbbing cock was jumping 
    dangerously, and he was panting, groaning, clenching his fists.

          Finally, he reluctantly pulled it out of her mouth.

          "Jeez, Laura, it's ready," he panted.  "No more, or I'll come 
    too quick."

          "Mmmmm, you like a little suckee suckee, eh?" she teased him.

          She rolled over to the bedstand and opened the drawer, 
    removing the small plastic bottle of baby oil. 
 
          "I see it's only half-full," Rob said.  "You must be having an 
    active bed life lately."

          Laura smiled brazenly at him, more comfortable now that she 
    knew he accepted her need for other girls.  "It heats up from time 
    to time," she said, giving him a seductive, under-the-eyelashes 
    glance.

          She handed him the bottle.

          "What do you say we dispense with the rope," he said.  "I 
    can't wait."

          "God, I can't either," Laura said, feeling her pulse jump with 
    excitement, and her pussy flood with fresh nectars.  She looked at 
    him flirtatiously, egging him on.  "Does it excite you to fuck a 
    good-looking lesbian in her ass?" she asked.

          "I'd hardly call you good-looking, Laura," he said.  
    "Shockingly beautiful is more like it.  Those girls of yours are 
    getting what I want.  And to answer your question, it'll give me 
    great pleasure to punish you for giving it all to them."

          "Mmmmm, I love it when you get angry," she purred, pulling 
    over a pillow and lying on top of it so that her ass was upraised, 
    and she still had enough room to get her hand into her crotch.  "If 
    you don't make me scream for mercy, I'll never forgive you."

          "Aren't you afraid of what the neighbors will think?" he 
    asked, sawing his hard prick up and down between her delectable 
    buns, arousing them both to a fever pitch.

          "God, yes.  For a second I forgot.  There's actually a gag 
    under the bed."

          Rob's eyes widened.  "You never cease to amaze me," he said, 
    as he leaned down and fished under the bed for it with one hand.

          Before he fastened it in place, Laura sat up and gave him a 
    scorching, sensual kiss.  "Don't hold back," she whispered, fixing 
    his gaze.  "Give me everything."

          She held steady while he fastened the gag in place, the small 
    red rubber ball securely in her mouth.  Then Laura lay down 
    obediently for him, her ass again upraised and vulnerable, her whole 
    body shivering with anticipation.  She shut her eyes as she felt him 
    slide two oiled fingers up into her rectum and fuck her gently with 
    them, opening the hole, preparing the way.  The sensations were 
    marvelously exciting, because his fingers didn't hurt, and Laura 
    slowly rubbed her clit with two fingers at the same time.

          But when he pulled them out and began to oil the enormous 
    piston of his hard cock, she knew the worst was about to happen.  
    Her flesh seemed to stiffen with fear, and in the pit of her stomach 
    she felt a dread that could only be caused by her recollection of 
    the last time he had done this to her.  Oh god, oh god! she told 
    herself.  God, it's going to hurt, it's going to kill me!

          She held her breath as she felt the bulbous head of his cock 
    brush the opening of her rectum, then bit into the ball as she felt 
    it enter her.  Rob pushed it in slowly, but didn't stop, and in only 
    two seconds Laura felt like her whole body was crammed to the 
    splitting point.  She was glad she had insisted on the gag, because 
    the white-hot, searing pain was excruciating and unbearable.

          "Unnggmphff!" she grunted into the gag, hot tears squirting 
    from her eyes as the fierce, incandescent pain gripped her quivering 
    body.

          And then it quickly bloomed into the state beyond pain that 
    she remembered, as her whole being was enveloped by a hot, throbbing 
    cloud of excruciating sensation.  She could barely breathe as Rob 
    began to fuck her, but she moved her fingers against her bursting 
    clit too, wincing each time the hard, massive rod of his prick 
    jabbed into her ass. 
 
          And he really began to fuck her very hard, harder than he ever 
    had before.  Months ago when they had done this, he had come 
    quickly, sparing her too much punishment.  But this time, he had 
    already come ten minutes earlier, and wasn't so close to bursting.  
    So he leaned forward onto Laura, spearing her ass with his huge 
    cock, reaching under her body and grabbing her breasts with his 
    hands, squeezing them mercilessly, then lunging into her again.

          Laura thought she was going to die.  Even the worst that 
    Arthur, angrily, or Karen, lovingly, had inflicted on her couldn't 
    match the savage fucking Rob was giving her.  Again and again he 
    ploughed his huge penis into her ass, until she thought she would 
    split apart, or that her tortured body would erupt in gushers of 
    blood and flesh.

          But she kept rubbing her clit, and as she knew he was getting 
    closer to an orgasm, her own seemed to speed nearer too.  He 
    hammered and pierced her violently, giving her exactly what she had 
    asked for, and Laura whimpered and winced, her body flaming with 
    pain, scalded and scorched by the brutality of his ass-rape.

          Then, suddenly, he groaned, squeezing her in a horribly tight 
    vise-grip, his fingers biting into her naked breasts, and came 
    sharply, squirting gobs of warm semen deep into her body.  Laura by 
    now was used to the torture of his huge cock sunk deep in her ass, 
    and she pumped hysterically, pushing her ass back and up into his 
    prick, whinnying wildly into the gag, frantically bruising her clit 
    with her jabbing fingers. 

          And immediately she too was engulfed in a cataclysm of coming, 
    a shattering uprush of white-hot, clenching rapture that nearly made 
    her pass out.  She couldn't understand why she didn't pass out.  The 
    violence of her orgasm was every bit as extreme as the ones Brandi 
    had given her, during which she had passed out a few times.  But 
    Rob's cock embedded deep in her ass provided enough searing pain to 
    keep her conscious, and she came in sharp, relentless spasms, her 
    body shuddering uncontrollably through a series of shocks that were 
    almost severe enough to be separate orgasms.

          She lay crushed under Rob's body, his cock still deep in her 
    ass, gasping and nearly suffocating from the gag, her body throbbing 
    in red-hot, violent waves as the aftershocks of her orgasm shook 
    her.  She managed to get her hands up to her face and release the 
    fastener of the gag herself.  Then Rob pulled his cock out of her 
    quickly, making her wince and groan softly, and rolled off her.

          "Jesus, Laura, I'm sorry," he said.  "Did I hurt you?"

          "Yes," she nodded.  "But I asked you to."

          Just looking at the greased, still-throbbing, semen-dripping 
    weapon that had been inside her ass made her feel faint.  And her 
    reamed and skewered ass clenched again, aching wildly.

          "Towels," she said, leaving the bed for the linen closet in 
    the hall, returning with several.

          She kissed him as they mopped up.  "Rob, if it's any 
    consolation, no man ever fucked me the way you do."

          He grinned.  "I never met a woman like you.  I don't mean the 
    . . . other stuff.  The girls.  Any of that.  Just that you're game 
    for a lot.  I never knew a woman who actually wanted that."

          She smiled and they cuddled, murmuring affectionately for a 
    while.  Laura got each of them a cold beer, and they relaxed, 
    napped, then awoke and began coiling together in what became a long, 
    slow, simmering final fuck.  As if to prove to each other that they 
    didn't always need to be rutting and fucking frantically like wild 
    animals, they truly mated and blended in a careful, emotional 
    process that took a long time.

          While they were slowly, patiently fucking, Laura realized that 
    neither was in a rush since they had both already got rid of the 
    urgency, Rob in two spouting, violent orgasms, and Laura herself by 
    fucking with Yvette and Cecilia both, then masturbating to Brandi's 
    video, before Rob had even showed up.  God, this day may be a record 
    for me, she thought, feeling her body beginning its ascent once more 
    to a thrilling explosion of ecstacy.

          After about twenty minutes of building it up, they both 
    finally climaxed, together, a slow-motion agony of an orgasm for 
    Laura, a clenching, straining glory of scalding pleasure that left 
    her breathless, stunned, and nearly incapable of moving.  And 
    apparently Rob's orgasm was just as shattering.  They both lay 
    silent, locked together, when it was finished, unable to pry 
    themselves apart for about two minutes.

          They both acknowledged the power of their attraction, even 
    though Laura was obsessed with her female lovers, and Rob would be 
    marrying someone else.  But by the time he left, at midnight, they 
    had agreed to meet discreetly from time to time, since neither could 
    bear the thought of never being able to do this again.
          
