Keywords: FF, cons, interr
Part: Chapter 50
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance

Chapter 50



          For about six months things went beautifully for Laura and 
    Jonelle.  Even the return of her little boy, though it made their 
    times together briefer, and farther apart, had none of the effect 
    Laura had feared.  Jonelle showed no sign whatsoever of drawing 
    away.

          In fact, since they could grab only a few hours a week 
    together, their sex became phenomenally intense, as intense as any 
    Laura had ever had outside the perverse sadomasochism of her affair 
    with Karen.  She and Jonelle shared seizures of coming, heart-
    stopping orgasms, and moments of vibrant ecstacy that Laura had only 
    partially perceived in earlier relationships.

          Best of all, there was little jealousy to poison their 
    feelings.  Jonelle seemed to have no other sexual interests but 
    Laura, and though she must have known that Laura wasn't just lying 
    alone in bed every night, waiting for her, she never brought it up.

          And in fact Laura did not often betray their intimacy with 
    anyone else.  During this period she had no sex with Karen at all, 
    fearing another episode of red marks under her breasts for Jonelle 
    to discover.  She knew from brief work conversations that Chanitra 
    was visiting Karen, expanding her experience, and all she could do 
    was warn Karen not to hurt the girl, or try to initiate her into the 
    perverted sexual practices she and Laura shared.

          "How could you think I'd do that?" Karen asked, acting briefly 
    scandalized.  "The girl is a child.  Anyway, I get off enough on 
    knowing I'm fucking Yvette Farmer's little sister."  Karen's eyes 
    twinkled with mischief.

          It was Yvette that Laura could not put completely behind her.  
    She was in love with Jonelle, but Yvette's pull on her was strong.  
    She couldn't look at Yvette without being overcome by a flood of 
    hot, wild sexual memories.  And Yvette felt the same way about 
    Laura.  They were so combustible that just meeting in the hallway at 
    work set off sparks both feared other employees might notice.

          "Can I come by after work?" Yvette asked, plaintively.  "Just 
    for twenty minutes?"

          "You can't stay longer?"

          "He'll know.  He watches me like a hawk."

          But it was twenty minutes of constant fucking.  Yvette was 
    barely inside the door before they were all over each other, tearing 
    off their clothes, fucking wildly, rapaciously on the floor, then 
    moving quickly to Laura's bedroom and fucking repeatedly on the bed.  
    After about three orgasms, Yvette's g-spot vulnerability kicked in, 
    and Laura was able to bring her to an uninterrupted string of six 
    more climaxes, wild, shrieking convulsions of coming that left her 
    drenched in sweat and sobbing from the release.

          Then she had to quickly shower before leaving, then hurry off.  
    Laura had looked at her watch and seen that Yvette had been there 
    twenty-six minutes.  She had come nine times.  Laura had come four 
    times, once in the middle of Yvette's wild string of climaxes by 
    rubbing her pussy on Yvette's wildly jerking leg.  

          Three weeks later they had repeated it, only the second time 
    Yvette, ashamed of being so greedy before, took care to bring Laura 
    to several beautiful orgasms before yielding herself.  Both of them 
    felt like two animals it heat, but it gave an urgency and acute 
    passion to their couplings that made them almost unbearably intense.  
    So, about once a month, they met and devoured one another.

          But what really began to interfere with Laura's relationship 
    with Jonelle was so strange to her that she had a hard time getting 
    used to it.  Ever since she had begun having sex with other women, 
    she had been the pursuer, the seductress, even with Karen, though it 
    had not been hard.  But none of them had thought of going to bed 
    with Laura until she had overcome their initial resistance, 
    sometimes with great difficulty.

          Now she had to get used to being pursued herself.  A woman in 
    her late twenties named Barbara Crowley, slender and black, with a 
    lovely sharp-featured face, an incredibly slim waist, and a fetching 
    high bottom like Chanitra's, appeared in Jonelle's department of the 
    company, and instantly seemed to become fascinated with Laura. 

          Naturally, Laura dropped by now and then to see Jonelle and 
    chat with her.  One day as she was walking away from Jonelle's desk, 
    she nearly ran into Barbara, who was coming out of a photocopy room.  
    Barbara spilled an armful of paper on the floor, and Laura helped 
    her pick them up.  Even though they were laughing and talking 
    nervously to smooth things over, Laura could feel an instant sexual 
    magnetism spring up between them.

          It was natural, she knew, for her to feel drawn to Barbara, 
    who was very attractive.  But to feel so clearly that Barbara wanted 
    her, Laura, wanted her physically, wanted to fuck her, that was 
    harder to accept.  And yet, during the next few weeks it became 
    unmistakably clear.

          When she went to see Jonelle, she would notice Barbara staring 
    at her.  A hot, smoky, even jealous stare.  Laura couldn't help 
    being aroused, then assaulted by a dozen conflicting emotions.  
    Barbara was physically very desireable but seemed to have a prickly, 
    querulous sort of personality that was unattractive.  Jonelle didn't 
    like her.

          "She's not very friendly," she told Laura, who feigned 
    disinterest.  "Always criticizing.  No sense of humor.  Really a 
    bitch.  I don't think she likes seeing me talk to you."

          "Why?" Laura asked.

          "Don't know.  Maybe she hates white folks."

          But Laura knew otherwise.  Although Barbara might be prickly 
    around others, around Laura she immediately began almost to throb 
    visibly with melting sexual feelings, to smile, to insinuate, to 
    ingratiate herself.  The girl is a dropdead lesbian, Laura realized.  
    She wants to fuck me and gets jealous when I talk to Jonelle.

          And Laura couldn't help being interested.  Barbara's 
    personality was rather unappealing, but physically she was gorgeous.  
    Laura found herself staring.  Barbara wasn't shockingly beautiful, 
    like Jonelle, but very startingly pretty just the same.  And though 
    she didn't dress at all revealingly, her very narrow waist 
    emphasized her swelling hips and the high, hard hump of her ass.  
    She had long legs, and apparently small breasts, or no breasts.  It 
    was hard to tell since she wore loose blouses that showed nothing.

          But her skin was dark velvet, and her eyes sparkled with 
    sensuality.  For the first time she could remember, Laura found 
    herself wanting to sleep with someone she really didn't like very 
    well.  

          One day after leaving work, she was browsing in the greeting 
    card section of the corner drug store and ran into Barbara. 
 
          "Oh, hi," she smiled, feeling their eyes lock, the first time 
    they had actually encountered each other outside of work.

          "Hi, Laura," Barbara said.  "You know, I've been meaning to 
    tell you how great you look in that suit."

          Laura actually blushed.  She wondered if she had ever said 
    that.  She smiled again, embarrassed.

          "Oh, you think so?  Thanks."

          "You really are stunning.  I guess the men must be all over 
    you, right?  Lining up to take you out?"

          Laura smiled with false sweetness at her.  At the same time, 
    she couldn't help but admire Barbara's beautiful smooth neck and 
    fine bones.

          "You're pretty good-looking yourself," she said.

          Barbara smiled.  "You think so?"

          Laura nodded.  

          "We really are a mutal admiration society, aren't we," Barbara 
    said, in a slightly cynical tone of voice.  "Maybe we should go have 
    a drink together."

          Laura found herself jumping at the invitation.  "Maybe we 
    should," she said.

          "How about right now?"

          Barbara had suddenly begun throbbing, almost palpably wanting 
    Laura, and Laura was overcome by this desire.  

          "Why not?" she said.  "I know a good bar near here where 
    they'll leave you alone if you don't like being hit on."

          Barbara's eyes sparkled.  They went to Laura's bar, and had a 
    drink.  Barbara grew more relaxed.  By the time they were ready for 
    another, they had drawn a clutch of men, despite Laura's 
    reassurances, and neither wanted to stay.

          "My place isn't far from here," Laura said.  "Want to drop by 
    for another?"

          "Try to keep me away," Barbara smiled.

          At Laura's place, and with one more drink apiece, they were 
    even more relaxed.  Laura found herself physically drawn more than 
    ever to Barbara, who had a beautifully-shaped body.  She wore a red 
    silk blouse that hung suggestively around the small, jutting cones 
    of her bra, and Laura couldn't help looking at her legs as she 
    crossed them, long and black and sleek, with tapering calves and 
    gleaming knees.  

          Barbara saw Laura looking at them.  She ran her fingertips 
    suggestively down one leg.  Then Laura, playing the game, crossed 
    her own legs, which were spectacular, she knew.  She watched 
    Barbara's eyes on them.

          "You must have men standing in line to take you out with legs 
    like those," Laura said, just to see how Barbara would react.

          "Oh no . . . not really," Barbara said.

          Her short skirt had ridden up, exposing a good portion of her 
    firm, sleek thigh.  She smiled at Laura.

          "You really think they're all right?" she asked.

          "They're gorgeous."

          "You think so?  I mean, really?"

          Laura nodded.  She felt hot, filled with desire for Barbara.  

          "Not as beautiful as yours," Barbara said, staring at Laura's.  
    "I've never seen legs as beautiful as yours.  So beautiful . . . I 
    almost want to touch them."

          "Really?" Laura asked, acting bemused.  You silly thing.  
    Touch my legs?  Do you think I'm a pervert or something?  She smiled 
    lazily at Barbara, feeling warm and sexually aroused, knowing they 
    would end up in bed but curious about how they would get there.

          She uncrossed her legs, looking deep into Barbara's eyes.

          "I guess you could . . . if you want to," she said softly.


          Barbara swallowed noticeably.  She put her drink on the lamp 
    table.  Laura was sitting in the easy chair across from the sofa, so 
    Barbara had to stand up.  She walked slowly over to Laura and knelt 
    down, her eyes never leaving Laura's until her fingers touched 
    Laura's calf.

          Laura could feel juice flood her pussy as Barbara's hands 
    began to caress her legs.  And Barbara knew how to do it.  She 
    massaged Laura's beautifully-shaped calves, then her ankles, then 
    her knees.  Laura rested her head on the back of the chair and 
    closed her eyes briefly.  God, I'm being seduced, she thought, 
    smiling. 

          "Oh Barbara, that feels so good," she murmured.  "Where did 
    you learn how to do that?"

          "This is the first time I've ever done it," Barbara lied.

          "Mmmmm . . . feels so good."

          Laura slid down further in the chair, parting her thighs 
    slightly and perching her ass on the edge of the cushion in a way 
    she knew was provocative.

          "Please don't stop," she whispered.

          Now Barbara's skilled fingers started inching slowly up her 
    thighs, toward the hem of her skirt, which had ridden up.  The first 
    touch of Barbara's lips against the bare skin inside her thigh just 
    above her knee actually made Laura's heart flutter briefly.

          "Oh!" she moaned softly.

          Barbara said nothing but continued kissing her leg, slowly, 
    not aggressively, her lips cool and then warmer, climbing, climbing.

          "Oh!" Laura moaned again, squirming a little in the chair, 
    throwing her head back.  "What are we doing?"

          "Do you want me to stop?" Barbara asked in a low, husky voice.

          "No," Laura whispered.

          Barbara's lips rose higher.  She inched the hem of Laura's 
    skirt up further.  Laura let her thighs apart even more.

          "Laura . . . your legs are so beautiful," Barbara purred, 
    kissing the insides of both of Laura's thighs now, her mouth getting 
    closer and closer to Laura's crotch.

          Laura's skirt was hiked all the way up now, her thighs spread 
    wide.  And she was feverish with arousal.
  
          "Oh Barabara," she gasped in a small, desperate voice.

          "Yes?"

          "Oh . . . please."

          "You like it?"

          "Oh yes."

          Barbara stood up and leaned forward over the chair, bringing 
    her lovely face close to Laura's.  For a brief moment they looked 
    deeply into each other's eyes.  Then their mouths came together in a 
    hungry, passionate kiss, a devouring, insatiable kiss.

          Laura pulled Barbara down into the chair on top of her.  She 
    kissed Barbara's long black neck and unbuttoned the first two 
    buttons of the red silk blouse.

          "Laura . . ."

          "Don't talk," Laura whispered.

          She nearly had Barbara's blouse off.  Barbara's skin was dark 
    brown and smooth and warm, and the contrast of the red silk and the 
    white bra straps against it aroused Laura wildly.  She kissed 
    Barbara's shoulders, and the valley between her bra cups, reaching 
    behind Barbara's back and unclasping the bra.

          The straps slid down Barbara's arms and the cups fell away 
    from her small, exquisite breasts.  Laura filled her hands with the 
    firm, round globes, squeezing them sharply.  She felt Barbara's hand 
    under her skirt, between her thighs.  

          "Oh!" she gasped as she felt Barbara's fingers slide under the 
    elastic of her panties and into her wet cunt.  "Unhhh!"

          Laura closed her mouth over one of Barbara's large, protruding 
    black nipples and sucked it and part of Barbara's breast deep into 
    her mouth.

          "Unh!  Oh god Laura!" Barbara panted.

          Laura had fucked and been fucked hundreds of times, but none 
    had been more exciting, urgent, passionate, or hot than this.  She 
    and Barbara tore at one another, sucking and squeezing and kissing 
    and biting.  Laura sucked Barbara's lovely breasts fiercely, while 
    Barbara's hand found Laura's clit and rubbed it until Laura knew she 
    was going to come, right there, in only seconds.

          She managed to get her hand under Barbara's skirt too, and 
    quickly slipped it under Barbara's panties, rubbing the girl's 
    sopping wet slit rapidly.  

          "Unh!  Unh!" Barbara grunted softly.  "Oh god I'm going to 
    come," she panted in Laura's ear.

          But Laura was almost coming already.  With Barbara's breast in 
    her mouth, she arched her back, suddenly spilling over in violent 
    spasms of coming. 

          "Auunggh!  Oh god!  Auungghnniiieee!" she cried out, her body 
    torn with spastic convulsions of ecstacy.

          "Unh!  Unh!  Oh!" Barbara gasped, pumping frantically, pushing 
    her flooding pussy into Laura's thrusting hand.  "Ohhhnggg!  Yes!  
    Yes!  Unnmmmnnggeeee!" she wailed, grimacing as a sharp orgasm 
    wrenched her half-clothed body.

          They lay crumpled together in Laura's easy chair, still 
    panting and flushed from quick, violent orgasms.  Barbara pulled 
    herself up.  Her breasts and nipples were still wet with Laura's 
    saliva, and she rubbed them against Laura's cheek.

          Laura smiled at her, and they both began to giggle.
          "I want to eat you alive," Laura said, cupping Barbara's 
    exquisite breasts and kissing them hungrily.

          "I just may give you the chance," Barbara grinned.

          They both got up, realizing as they stood there that they were 
    both only half-dressed.  But they kissed very affectionately anyway, 
    then more ardently.

          "I know you've done this before," Barbara whispered in Laura's 
    ear.  "Why did you make me seduce you?"

          "I've never been seduced by a woman," Laura confessed.  "It 
    was fun.  Gosh, I just came like a bomb going off."

          "Me too.  I've wanted you ever since I saw you."

          "Think we might be able to do that again?" Laura teased, 
    running her hands again all over Barbara's marvelous naked breasts.  
    "Like, in my bedroom?"

          "You're just like all the girls," Barbara said.  "You want to 
    take me in there and fuck me."

          "I sure do."

          They went into Laura's bedroom.  Taking their time now, each 
    undressed the other, kissing and caressing as she went.  Little did 
    Laura realize it at the moment, but she was in for the sexual 
    marathon of her life.

          She had gone through a few back-breaking sessions, with Karen, 
    and once with Brandi, but it was nothing compared with what she and 
    Barbara put one another through.  It was the first time Laura had 
    ever gone to bed with a girl, or a man for that matter, for whom her 
    emotional attachment was minimal.  She wanted Barbara's body, only 
    her body, and was amused to realize that Barbara felt the same way.  
    She wanted Laura's body, only her body.

          This being the case, they nearly killed each other with a 
    weekend full of the most exhausting and ingenious fucking Laura had 
    ever experienced.  Barbara had a beautiful and a strong body, and 
    seemed capable of experiencing every type of climax possible, from 
    sharp, tight little bursts of bliss to long, agonizing waves of 
    killing rapture, like Jonelle's.

          She was also thrillingly oversexed, like Laura, and by 
    Saturday morning they had fucked so much throughout the night that 
    they both fell into a sound sleep for six hours.  They awoke hungry, 
    but hungrier for each other, and each had multiple strings of 
    orgasms again before ordering out for some food.

          As they sat eating Chinese food at Laura's kitchen table, 
    dressed in a couple of Laura's bathrobes, they began to realize what 
    they had done.  Each had long ago lost count of the number of 
    orgasms she had had.  

          "I think about twenty," Laura said.  "Maybe more."

          "I once had fifty-six," Barbara said.  "I mean, with the same 
    person, during the same period."

          "You're kidding."

          Barbara shook her head.  "I'm a sex maniac.  I can't get 
    enough."

          "Sometimes I think I am."

          "I'd have an evening like this one, with you, and I'd go home 
    and masturbate ten more times."

          "You're getting me hot, Barbara."

          "How hot?"

          They had already done it every way possible, Laura thought, 
    except for getting into the perverse territory she and Karen had 
    explored.  But Barbara had a secret she had not yet revealed.

          "How kinky are you?" she winked.

          If you only knew, Laura thought.  "Why do you ask?"

          "Because I think you can have about twenty more orgasms, if 
    you want them."

          Laura got up and came around the table, drawing Barbara to her 
    feet.  She kissed her and slipped both hands under Barbara's robe, 
    stroking Barbara's beautiful naked body.

          "I want them," she breathed into Barbara's ear.  "And I 
    haven't had enough of you, either.  I want to fuck you and fuck 
    you."

          "Now you're making me hot," Barbara breathed.

          They went back to Laura's bedroom.  Barbara didn't carry 
    around a goody bag like Karen's.  All she had in her purse was a 
    small but very powerful vibrator, and four or five attachments.  And 
    using it, she had Laura nearly climbing the walls for the next hour.

          One of the attachments was a velvet massager, and she had 
    Laura lie face down on the bed while she ran it slowly all over 
    Laura's body, until Laura was tingling and quivering.  Then she 
    replaced it with a soft rubber bulb studded with soft rubber 
    prickles.  At first it looked forbidding, but when Laura felt it on 
    her flesh, she nearly came unglued.

          Still lying on her stomach, she clenched her teeth as Barbara 
    really began to fuck her, swarming over her, pressing her firm naked 
    breasts into Laura's back while dipping her tongue between Laura's 
    buns, then introducing the barbed rubber bulb between them, and 
    varying the speed of the vibrator from slow to moderately fast.  The 
    bulb dipped down to her pussy, grazing her clit, and Laura came 
    almost immediately, a shocking, surprising orgasm.

          "Oh!  Unh!  Ohhnnmmggeeeee!" she gulped and cried out, coming 
    in sharp, unexpected spasms.

          But Barbara had been right.  It was only the beginning.

          "God, I love your ass, you have such a beautiful ass," she 
    whispered to Laura, beginning to kiss and suck Laura's smooth buns 
    while sliding the vibrator and prickled bulb up into Laura's cunt, 
    fucking Laura with it, harder and harder, until Laura quickly came 
    again, this time a choking, groaning climax that ripped through her 
    body like a knife. 

          "Auungghhh!  Oh!  Oh god oh shit!  Auungghh!" she groaned, 
    coming fiercely.

          And now Barbara was all over her even more, raising the 
    intensity a notch, manipulating Laura's throbbing body with skill 
    and experience.  Turning Laura over onto her back, she brought the 
    vibrator, now wet with Laura's cunt juices, up to Laura's breasts, 
    pressing the wet rubbery spikes against Laura's nipples and turning 
    up the speed, until Laura was moaning and twisting excitedly.

          Then, switching off the vibrator momentarily and dropping it 
    beside them on the mattress, Barbara scooped up Laura's firm, 
    perfect breasts and began mauling Laura's nipples with her mouth, 
    sucking them hard, and this time biting them softly too, bunching 
    each exquisite globe up in her fist and running her sharp teeth back 
    and forth on the swollen, shiny bud.  Laura whimpered hysterically. 

          "Oh baby, you gonna come, you gonna come?" Barbara panted.  
    "You like me biting your nipples, don't you."

          She snatched up the vibrator again and tormented Laura's 
    breasts some more with it before dropping it to Laura's clit and 
    then biting one of Laura's stiff, aching nipples again, bringing 
    Laura up to yet another sharp, convulsive orgasm.

          "Owwwnngghh . . . hhhh . . . unhhh!  Oh god, yes!  
    Ungghiieee!" Laura cried out, coming wildly.

          Now Laura had come three times in quick succession, which 
    amazed her after the long string of twenty climaxes she had 
    experienced earlier.  She knew she could still come, but these were 
    so fast, so sharp, and Barbara seemed to draw them from her so 
    easily.  Groggy with sexual arousal and depravity, she surrendered 
    completely to Barbara's aggressive caresses, letting Barbara 
    lubricate her asshole with baby oil, knowing a more brutal, 
    crushing, and violent orgasm awaited her at the end of this string.  
    Only Karen had ever dared to fuck Laura this thoroughly and 
    brutally, and Laura couldn't resist.

          She had not met anyone but Karen who knew as Barbara clearly 
    knew how raw sex could be between them.  Barbara had now propped 
    Laura's ass up on a pillow, and Laura winced and yelped as she felt 
    the vibrator with the rubber-spiked ball slipping into her ass. 

          "Aiiieee!  Oh!  Oh Jesus oh shit!  Aiingghhiiee!" she 
    squirmed, squealing, as the thing seemed to light her body on fire.

          But Barbara had known she would react this way, and she fell 
    on Laura's clit with her mouth, sucking it so hard that Laura nearly 
    exploded with coming.  Her body flipped and surged off the bed, and 
    wild throttled screams came from deep in her throat as killing spasm 
    after spasm of white-hot coming ripped through her shuddering body.

          Laura had never had orgasms like this, and they didn't end 
    either, but kept rupturing her spasming body with incandescent 
    pleasure, until finally Barbara slacked off, pulling the buzzing 
    monster out of her ass and releasing her jangling clit.  Laura's 
    body collapsed back onto the bed, limp and slack, exhausted from a 
    burning seizure of pleasure more intense than she had ever 
    experienced, except, perhaps, after fainting from being raped by 
    Brandi's thigh.

          Panting and gasping for breath, involuntary tears streaming 
    down her cheeks, she gazed with awe at Barbara, unable to believe 
    what had happened.  She had come eight more times in about half an 
    hour, and felt like her body had been gang-raped by a mob of horny 
    marines.

          "God," she gasped, finally regaining her breath, "why didn't 
    you warn me it would be like that?" 

          "Did you like it?" Barbara smiled.

          "I don't know whether that's the word."

          "Turnabout's fair play," Barbara said, darkly, handing the fiendish
   vibrator to Laura.  

	The rest of the evening, for Laura, beggared description.  She and Barbara
   fucked one another with the horrible machine until they were quivering with
   fatigue, and Laura began to realize that sex with this girl was more dangerous
   even than with Karen.  They had so many debilitating orgasms that when Laura 
   finally kissed her goodbye and watched her drive off, she actually found herself
   thinking she would have to give sex a rest for a while.  This one could kill me,
   she realized, smiling secretively. 

