part: Chapter 14
author: Miranda Mars
title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance
                                Chapter 14




          Leaving Laura's apartment building together, they were coming 
    out of the elevator when Laura's breath caught in her throat.  
    Walking straight toward them was Rina.  It was too late to turn away, 
    to escape, to do anything.  

          Rina saw them too.  She stopped.  Her beautiful face frowned 
    with puzzlement.  Laura didn't know what to do.  Should she stop?  
    Then she would have to explain to them both.  She tried to look 
    straight ahead and keep walking, more out of cowardice than anything, 
    but Rina would not let her.  She walked right up to them.

          Laura had to stop.  She saw the stricken, abandoned look in 
    Rina's eyes.  

          "Is this her?" Rina asked quietly.

          "Oh Rina . . ."

          "Is it?"

          " . . . yes."

          Rina's eyes welled up with tears, but she turned before they 
    could spill and ran toward the door, then out onto the sidewalk and 
    was quickly gone.  

          Karen put one arm around Laura's shoulders.  "You don't have to 
    tell me about it," she murmured.  "She's stunning.  Shockingly 
    beautiful.  I'm sorry it had to happen."

          Laura, in tears herself, turned to Karen.  "But I care so much 
    about you both!" she cried.

          "I know.  I know, baby."

          Karen pecked her on the cheek, not daring to express herself 
    more deeply in public.  

          "I . . . I missed you," Laura wept softly.  "I needed someone.  
    I really wanted her."

          "I can see why.  You don't have to explain."

          "But I want to."

          "No . . . don't try.  What you and I have is good.  Look what 
    we just did together.  God, I'd never let anyone do that to me but 
    you."

          For a second, Laura forgot about Rina.  "I only wish you would 
    do it to me."

          Karen grinned.  "Your turn is coming, baby.  Just want to make 
    you wait.  Build up the anticipation."

          "You're making me wet."

          "See, you forgot about her already," Karen joked.

          But they both knew Laura had not.  She was very grateful to 
    Karen for not pressing it, and for not reacting in a parallel way, 
    getting jealous and scornful.  But then, Karen had her own guilt, her 
    affair with Rick, her betrayal of Laura, to even the balance.

          She knew enough to give Laura room, not to make demands.  If 
    she wanted to have fucking sessions like the one they had just 
    concluded, she would have to allow for Laura's attachment to Rina, 
    just as Laura had not made an issue very long out of Rick.  They 
    needed one another, but not every minute.

          They still had lunch together, but Laura's mind was wandering, 
    and after lunch they parted ways, not daring to kiss in public but 
    certain they would be together again soon.  

          "You owe me," Laura whispered to the black girl, letting her 
    lips brush Karen's silky cheek as they parted.

          Karen smiled devilishly.  "I just want you to lie in your bed 
    at night imagining how I'm going to tie you up and fuck you," she 
    said.  "Alone," she added, winking.  "Lie in bed alone.  Okay?"

          Laura winked back.  "I probably will," she shrugged glumly.

          And the more she recalled the encounter with Rina, the more 
    depressed she got.  She knew how sensitive the girl was.  And she 
    knew that having sex with Laura had been a major event in her life, 
    as Laura's first time with a woman, with Karen, had been.  It meant 
    that everything had changed, the way she felt about herself, about 
    what it meant to have sex with anybody.  And a lot of Rina's feelings 
    were focused totally on Laura.  To see Laura with Karen, coming out 
    of her apartment, to know that they had to have spent the night 
    together, fucking, doing all the things Rina and Laura had done, and 
    more, would make Rina sick with jealousy and a sense of loss.

          The thought of how Rina must feel also made Laura sick with 
    loss.  She realized she probably would never get her back.  She 
    couldn't believe she could feel so lovesick over another girl.  Even 
    when Karen had run off with Rick, as bad as Laura had felt, it had 
    not approached the anguish she felt now.  I must really love her or 
    something, she thought.

          She had to analyze the way she felt about both girls.  Her 
    affection for Karen was very deep, but it was based on the easy 
    physical relationship they had built.  They loved to fuck each other, 
    and their encounters were increasingly laced with an undercurrent of 
    perversion that made them wildly exciting, like the last one.
  
          Recalling it made Laura wet, made her pulse race, and the 
    thought of Karen doing something similar to her drove her into 
    repeated masturbations, just to get relief from the sexual tension.  
    But her relationship with Rina had been different from the start.

          She may have gone into it as an escape from her depression over 
    Karen, and chosen Rina as a temporary, though ravishing, substitute.  
    But it had quickly become much more, because of Rina herself, because 
    of her shy sensitivity, her calm inner beauty, not to mention her 
    throat-catching physical allure.  Even Karen had seen that.

          And Laura's sorrow and pain were intensified even more by the 
    dreams she started having, torture dreams in which Rina, naked and 
    incredibly desireable, was either tantalizingly just out of reach, 
    taunting Laura with her body but not letting Laura fuck her, or in 
    which Rina was being fucked by someone else and exultantly loving it, 
    while Laura was forced to watch.

          And the dreams got worse and worse.  Or better and better, 
    depending on your state of mind.  Hotter and hotter.  The one that 
    nearly broke Laura, that nearly drove her mad, was the gang rape 
    dream.  It began with her, Laura, being tied naked to a tree in a 
    dark forest, next to a bonfire.  Five men who each had a cock about 
    twice the size of Rick's, which was the largest one she had ever 
    seen, tied her there.  They also tied up her breasts the way she had 
    tied Karen's, wrapping them in tight coils so that they swelled and 
    bulged, her nipples popping and bursting.

          The exciting perversity of it aroused her wildly, but they 
    wouldn't fuck her.  They left her there to watch while they spread a 
    large wrestlers mat out on the ground next to the fire.  Then they 
    brought in Rina.

          She was completely naked, her voluptuous body bewitchingly 
    beautiful in the firelight.  And they began rubbing her all over with 
    oil until she glistened.  When she was all slippery and greasy and 
    phenomenally desireable, they began to fuck her in every way 
    imaginable, in every orifice, swarming over her shiny, writhing body, 
    filling it with gigantic stiff cocks, fucking her slowly and gently, 
    then urgently, brutally, fucking her in the ass and pussy at the same 
    time, spewing pearly rivulets of jism all over her glistening black 
    skin.

          It was all very animalistic and impersonal until Rina got 
    worked up into an orgasmic plateau from all the fucking and began to 
    come violently.  Witnessing the girl's wild orgasms, hearing her 
    ecstatic cries, drove Laura crazy with need, and sympathetic sexual 
    yearning.  She wanted to fuck Rina too, and she wanted the men with 
    the huge cocks to fuck her in the same way they were fucking Rina.

          It was the most depraved and sexually maniacal dream she had 
    ever had.  Roped to the tree, she strained and begged for release, 
    both kinds of release, wanting to immerse herself in the heated, 
    orgiastic scene on the mat, wanting to explode with excruciating 
    orgasms the way Rina was doing.

          She watched the men put Rina onto her knees, the front of her 
    body down on her forearms, her perfect round ass uptilted and 
    inviting.  Then each one fucked her in the ass, sliding his huge cock 
    deep into her asshole, making her shriek and grimace with pain as 
    their massive, hard organs stabbed down into her body.  When they had 
    finished with that, one man slid under her and slipped his cock up 
    into her pussy, while another fucked her ass.  They fucked her hard 
    together, and all three of them came at the same time, their wild, 
    strangled cries of pleasure mingling in the firelight.

          Next they turned the beautiful, glistening girl over and she 
    lay on top of one of the men with his cock up her ass while all the 
    others took turns fucking her pussy again.  This time she came when 
    each one of them came, passing out several times in a hot whirlwind 
    of orgasms, then resuscitated by the huge cock that was jabbing up 
    her ass.

          Laura, even in her dream, was weak and quivering with lust and 
    need.  After this the men all fucked Rina at once.  Two knelt at her 
    sides, each holding one of her exquisite breasts and mauling it with 
    his mouth and fingers, while one shoved his hard, enormous prick down 
    her mouth.  The other two raped her ass and pussy.  Soon all five of 
    them were erupting in wild, spurting orgasms, holding their jerking 
    cocks and squirting jism all over Rina's delicious, squirming body, 
    while she too came in convulsive, shrieking spasms. 

          It was too much for Laura.  She woke up just as Rina began 
    coiling and writhing, semen-drenched, raped, plundered, ravished 
    totally, but smiling invitingly at Laura, tantalizing her, begging 
    with her eyes to be fucked again, this time by Laura.  But Laura woke 
    up, her body humming and quivering with incredible, wild sexual need.

          She couldn't expel the images from her mind.  Her sheets were 
    wet with cunt-juices, and she twisted and clawed at her thighs, 
    squeezing her breasts, dropping one hand between her thighs and 
    rubbing her clit violently.  She was afraid she might hurt herself in 
    her frantic urge to come.  Memories of Rina's incredible, arching, 
    glistening black body, shuddering and screaming through strings of 
    excruciating orgasms, flooded her brain as she hand-fucked herself
    into a vicious spate of climaxing.

          "Unnhhhh!  Oh!  Unngghhhaaiiiggghh!" she cried out, coming in 
    sharp torrents, her body ripped by violent sexual spasms as in her 
    mind she raped the beautiful, naked, shimmering girl. 

          She had five sharp orgasms within minutes, but still her body 
    was not satisfied.  The dream had lit fires that couldn't be easily 
    quenched.  Almost with relief, she spotted on the floor in a pile of 
    used towels the two huge cucumbers she had used earlier in the day to 
    fuck Karen.  

          "Oh god . . . yes!  Yessss!" she said aloud, shocked by the 
    maniacal, driven, depraved sound of her own voice.

          A quick, desperate glance at the bedstand told her that she 
    hadn't put away the cooking oil yet either.  Shaking with unslaked 
    lust and fear of her own wild, perverted needs, she picked up the 
    cucumbers and set them between her thighs.  Then she reached over and 
    uncapped the bottle of cooking oil.  Her head still reeled with 
    images of Rina's incredible body being totally violated and 
    ingeniously ravished, and of Rina's lovely face torn with violent 
    ecstacies.

          "Ohhhnnn . . . Rina . . ." she breathed as she slowly poured 
    oil over one of the green monsters, letting the excess fall onto a 
    towel.

          She put her fingers in the oil on the towel and inserted them 
    into her asshole, slowly lubricating and enlarging it.  But god, it 
    could never get big enough to take this one! she thought, biting her 
    lower lip as she brought the tip of the cucumber up against the small 
    ring of her anus.

          "Ohhhhh Rina," she gasped again, as if saying Rina's name made 
    it all right to do this disgusting, wildly exciting thing to herself.

          She clenched her teeth and slid it up into her ass, tears 
    welling up in her eyes as her asshole flared with pain.  But she 
    wouldn't stop until it was halfway in.  She almost fainted for a 
    second, but she got control again and grabbed the other cucumber, 
    quickly inserting it into her throbbing pussy.

          The pain was phenomenal, a stabbing, searing, scalding torture, 
    and through the cloud of agony she realized that she was hurting 
    herself this way for wanting Rina so much, torturing her body to make 
    her mind give up its own pain.  At the same time, she found herself 
    shocked and amazed to realize that this is what she had put Karen 
    through earlier.  But she also remembered the shattering, rupturing 
    orgasms the girl had had.

          And she had forgotten that her body would adjust somehow.  
    After a few seconds the killing pain in her ass diminished enough to 
    let her move the cucumber in and out.  Grunting and groaning with 
    low, almost demented hysteria, she began to fuck herself, both hands 
    manipulating the huge, hard cylinders, her hips squirming and 
    churning in rhythmic fuck-motions. 

          She tried to think of Rina, tried to picture the girl's 
    incredible, voluptuous, writhing naked body.  I'm doing this for you, 
    she wanted to groan.  For you!  Because I want you too much.  And I 
    wish you were fucking me like this!  Punishing me, hurting me, for 
    wanting you so much!  

          "Unngghoownngg!" she cried out as the massive tubes plundered 
    her cunt and ass.  "Oh god!"

          But soon even thinking about Rina, about anything, was out of 
    the question.  It was just her twitching, shuddering, straining body 
    that mattered, her nerves flaring and throbbing, her blood pounding 
    and surging, her pelvis bucking with desperate urgency.  She impaled 
    herself on the cucumbers, keening wildly, growing closer and closer 
    to a terrible conclusion.

          "Unh!  Unh!  Unh!" she panted, her whole body shaking with 
    anticipation.

          She rammed and jammed them into her, gagging and sputtering, 
    howling softly with fierce pain and intense pleasure, her cheeks wet 
    with tears, her mind blurred with need and heartache and visions of 
    Rina taunting her in the dream, begging to be fucked and not letting 
    Laura touch her.  Hunched up on her knees on the bed, her cheek 
    against the sheet, to get better leverage for her hands, she was a 
    contorted human-pretzel of desperate self-fucking, and when her 
    orgasm arrived she was nearly incapacitated by muscle spasms.  
    Suddenly, she stretched out on her back, still pushing the cucumbers 
    into herself, but straining and shuddering, her whole lovely body 
    bowed and taut, then shivering with sharp spasms as a terrible climax 
    ruptured her.

          "Unngghhhaaiiiggghh!" she cried out.  "Ohhnngg!  Auungghhmmngg!  
    Oh!  Oh!  Oh Jesus . . . oh shit!  Auunnmmgghhaannrrnnggg!"

          Even when it was over, she lay on her back panting desperately, 
    moaning, weeping with shock and the aftermath of a blinding ecstacy.  
    Her body throbbed and ached, her ass and pussy burned from the rape 
    she had administered.

          Oh god, it was so damned intense, and yet so meaningless to 
    come that way, she thought, stunned by her own violence toward 
    herself, and by the desperation of her need for Rina, whom she had 
    now lost forever.  But the contradictions wouldn't go away.

          She was driven in the same instant by her wild sexual 
    perversions and by her innocent love for Rina, who would be 
    scandalized by such goings on.  There was no getting around it.  With 
    Karen, she could satisfy every weird craving of her body, and do 
    things that both of them would never admit to another person.  But 
    with Rina, when she had still had the opportunity, sex was an 
    exuberant, but innocent rapture, a heart-melting, total, incandescent 
    love experience.

          And that made the loss more desolating than ever.  She spent 
    the next three days crying most of the time.



