Keywords: FF, cons, interr, rom
Part: Chapter 41
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance




          That does it, I'm never answering the door again, Laura 
    thought with a wry smile to herself, as she lay in the bath after 
    having scrubbed the scent of Arthur off her body, and his dried 
    semen off her face.  She still had a big red welt over her eye where 
    the door had hit her.  There were bruises on her breasts and her 
    thighs.  Her ass felt like a red-hot poker was permanently implanted 
    in it.

          Other than that, I feel . . . humiliated, she thought.  Used, 
    raped, threatened, treated like shit.  He could've killed me.  And 
    the worst thing was, she had climaxed twice, in spite of the 
    sickening brutality he had used on her.  Or because of it, she 
    realized, again wryly.  Since she and Karen together had developed 
    such a taste for it, and orchestrated it so keenly.

          But Arthur hadn't been skillful at all, just nasty and 
    vicious.  And I had to give him the satisfaction of coming, she 
    thought disgustedly.

          She hid out in her apartment all weekend, nursing her wounds.  
    By Sunday evening, the pain in her nipples had begun to wane, and 
    her ass felt less sore.  The welt above her eye was still very 
    visible, as were the bruises on her body.  When the telephone rang, 
    she was afraid to answer it.

          Instead, she listened to the voice on her answering machine.  
    Her heart accelerated as soon as she heard it.

          "Laura?  Are you there?"  Pause.

          It was Brandi!  Laura jumped for the phone, almost knocking it 
    off the table.  Her voice was high-pitched, almost hysterical with 
    excitement and relief.  But she tried to take a short deep breath 
    before speaking.

          "Brandi?"

          "Laura?  You're there after all."

          "Where are you?"

          "I'm in town.  I . . ."

          Brandi stalled evasively.  After all, she had been the one who 
    said they should not see each other.

          "Please come over," Laura said, feeling her cunt grow wet even 
    as she spoke. 

          Oh god, please! she said to herself.

          "Are you sure?" Brandi asked, knowing the answer.

          "Don't you want to?"

          There was an awkward pause.  "More than anything," Brandi said 
    in a small voice.  "I'll see you in a few minutes."

          The sexual punishment her body had taken from Karen, then from 
    Arthur, had left her sore, bruised, and exhausted, but the thought 
    of Brandi instantly revived her.  She realized that she had become 
    resigned to never seeing the girl again.  But even given all the 
    fucking she had done since that first night with Karen, when the 
    full possibilities of sex had been revealed to them both, no one had 
    ever made Laura pass out (twice! she thought) except Brandi.

          We really shouldn't see each other, she realized.  She's 
    right.  But nothing could keep me from her.

          When the doorbell rang, Laura was seized for an irrational 
    moment by an icy grip of fear.  And this time she did put on the 
    chain before opening it.  She peeped through the crack at Brandi, who 
    wore a fur coat and looked spectacularly gorgeous, so beautiful that 
    Laura's heart started pumping fast.

          Quickly she unfastened the chain.  Brandi came inside.  Laura 
    locked and bolted the door.  They stood looking at each other, 
    almost trembling.  Then, suddenly, Brandi hand went up to Laura's 
    forehead, touching the weal over Laura's eye.

          "What happened?"

          All it took was that small moment of tenderness to make 
    Laura's tears overflow.  But she refused to let them get in the way.

          "If you don't kiss me, Brandi, I'll die," she said, half-
    laughing, half-sobbing. 

          "Me too," Brandi smiled, and they embraced eagerly, kissing 
    happily, then more passionately.

          By the time their mouths came apart, both were panting softly.  
    Neither seemed to know if they should just fall on the floor right 
    there and fuck like two animals in heat, or go more slowly.  It had 
    been months since they had seen one another.  Again Brandi brushed 
    the weal with her fingers.  She drew Laura's head down and kissed 
    it.

          "What happened?" she asked again.

          "Jealous husband," Laura smiled softly, embarrassed.

          Brandi's eyes were smoky with lust and affection and tenderness 
    for Laura.  "I'm not surprised," she said.  "God, my fiance would 
    kill me if he knew I were here."

          "Just seeing a friend?"

          "I mean if he knew how I was thinking about that friend."

          "I'm flattered."

          Brandi looked deep into Laura's eyes.  "There's not a day that 
    goes by when I don't think of you, Laura."

          They went into the living room and Brandi took off her fur 
    coat.  Laura realized that they wouldn't be going slowly any more, 
    not after she saw Brandi's body.  Brandi wore a tight-fitting red 
    jersey and a short black skirt, very short.

          "God, you look better than ever.  And this coat.  Things must 
    be going well."

          "I can tell you don't keep up with the bodybuilding world, 
    Laura," Brandi grinned.  "I made Miss Olympia again, for the third 
    time in a row."

          "Oh god, how shitty of me not to know," Laura said, ashamed.  
    "Congratulations." 
 
          She drew Brandi into her arms and this time kissed her long, 
    thoroughly, probingly, ardently.

          "I like you not knowing anything about it," Brandi murmured 
    against her cheek.  "You're not a part of that world.  You like me 
    for me."

          "I think you have the most incredible body," Laura said, 
    slowly unfastening the buttons in the back of Brandi's jersey.

          "They all do.  But only you can make this body sing."

          "What about . . . him?" Laura teased.

          Brandi again looked deeply into her eyes but did not respond.  
    Laura went behind her and finished with the buttons, then pulled the 
    jersey up slowly over Brandi's head.

          "God, what a gorgeous back," she whispered, running her 
    fingers over the firm, sleek muscles, touching them with her lips.

          "I've won awards for this back alone," Brandi said.

          "I can believe it."

          Laura unclasped Brandi's bra and let it slide down Brandi's 
    arms.  She herself was wearing only a loose sweatshirt on top, which 
    came off easily.  She moved forward, pressing her naked breasts into 
    Brandi's naked back.

          "Ohhhh . . . Laura," Brandi breathed, her knees sagging.

          Laura rubbed her breasts all over Brandi's back, then began 
    caressing it with her fingers and kissing it.  Each part of Brandi's 
    body was a masterpiece, her back a delicious expanse of smooth 
    muscle and rippling cambers.  When she had kissed every inch of it, 
    she pushed her naked breasts into it again, making Brandi sigh once 
    more with pleasure.

          She encircled the girl with her arms and raised her hands to 
    Brandi's breasts, small and hard, and cupped and squeezed them while 
    kissing Brandi's neck and shoulders.  Laura realized that they were 
    not going to fall on the floor in a wild scramble of fucking, though 
    they both might feel like it.  But they both also felt like taking 
    their time, reexploring their strong feelings, enjoying the aching 
    tenderness they had rediscovered in one another.

          Brandi turned finally, dark eyes throbbing, and they embraced, 
    pushing their naked breasts together and kissing this time in a 
    searching, intimate way that soon had them both mewling softly.

          "Will you come into my bedroom, Miss Olympia?" Laura asked her 
    softly.

          "What you gon do to me in there, pretty white lady?" Brandi 
    winked.

          "I'm going to make you wish you'd never left me last time," 
    Laura whispered.

          "I already do."

          In her bedroom, Laura watched Brandi remove the rest of her 
    clothes.  The girl's body was unnaturally muscular, but grotesquely 
    beautiful.  Almost compulsively, Laura's eyes dropped to Brandi's 
    huge, bulging thighs.  She could feel a catch in her throat.  No one 
    deserved such bliss, she feared.  That's why I had to endure Arthur. 
          Brandi watched her watching.

          "You know," she told Laura, "I'm used to people looking at my 
    body.  I've spent the last five years working to make it look like 
    this.  But when you look at me . . . I feel so special, so, I don't 
    know, beautiful, not a freak, not a physique, not a muscle-bound 
    dope who can't even enjoy a simple pizza.  Other people want to 
    screw me, you know.  Men and women."

          "I know," Laura said softly.  "How could they help it."

          "But you make me feel special.  Like my body is yours, only 
    yours.  I don't feel that way with him."

          "I'm glad," Laura smiled.

          Brandi came closer and began to tease her again.  "What you gon 
    do to me, pretty white lady?  You ain't gon do it with your clothes 
    still on, is you?  Ain't you gon take off your shorts?" 

          Laura smiled and slowly stripped off her shorts and her 
    panties while Brandi watched this time.  Finally naked, she could 
    hardly control her need for the girl.

          When they lay together on the bed and she finally felt Brandi's 
    entire naked body pressed against hers, she began to tremble.  Brandi 
    did too.

          "It's like we've never done this before," Laura giggled 
    nervously.

          "I know."

          Brandi began to kiss Laura's body, while Laura's fingers 
    continued to explore the miracle of the girl's back.  Brandi's lips 
    found each bruise.

          "That guy must've been pretty jealous," she said softly.  "Did 
    he hurt you bad?"

          "Yes."

          "Poor Laura."

          "Ohhh!"

          "Does that hurt?"

          "I'll give you three days to stop it."

          Brandi kissed the bruises on Laura's breasts, then sucked 
    Laura's nipples, first tenderly, then more urgently.  Laura could 
    not surrender completely and began kissing back, sliding down Brandi, 
    sucking her thick, bulbous black nipples, making Brandi whimper.

          Brandi's breasts were hard and round, but small, and Laura 
    could get nearly the whole breast into her mouth, which made Brandi 
    moan and beat the mattress with her elbows.

          "Oh Jesus . . . oh Jesus!" she panted.  "God . . . baby . . . 
    you're going to make me come before I want to."

          "Mmmmm, I want you to come."

          "Oh!  Oh!  Oh, Laura.  I want to do it . . . our way, first.  
    Okay?"

          Laura smiled, looking up from Brandi's wet, stiff, beautiful 
    nipples.  She knew what Brandi meant.  Even though Laura had done it 
    with each of her girl lovers, to Brandi it was special.

          "Of course," she said.

          "It's so intense to hold you and . . . fuck you like that," 
    Brandi confessed.

          "I know."

          Slowly, enjoying the anticipation, they intertwined their 
    legs.  Then they inched forward, not looking down, their eyes 
    locked, swirling with sex, their lips meeting, drinking each other, 
    as their wet, open cunts finally pressed together. 
 
          "Ohhnnnn!" Brandi moaned.  "Oh god, it's so good!"

          Slowly, they began to gyrate their hips, moving their pelvises 
    so that their pussies ground together while they kissed and murmured 
    hot words to each other.

          "Nobody can do this to me," Brandi panted.  "Nobody.  Nobody."

          "Not even him?" Laura teased.

          Brandi shook her head, her eyes rolling up as sexual pleasure 
    filled her body.  "Nobody," she panted.  "Oh god!"

          As usual, it was an awkward position to hold for very long, 
    unless you were unusually strong, as Brandi was, or driven by fierce 
    desire, as both of them were.  They pumped and moaned frantically, 
    kissing and squeezing and fucking each other in a heated frenzy made 
    even more intense by their deep feelings.

          For one brief second Laura plunged her hand between their 
    mated groins, bringing her own throbbing clit against Brandi's.  
    Then, gasping and mewling deliriously, they began pumping wildly 
    again, knowing a conflagration was only seconds away.  

          "Oh god . . . oh baby oh baby," Brandi panted hysterically. 

          She dropped her hands to Laura's ass and jammed her pussy into 
    Laura's.  They both began to come in the same instant, wrenched by 
    an orgasm so powerful that all they could do was cling to each other 
    and whinny helplessly as it knitted their writhing bodies together.  

          "Auuggnhh!" Brandi groaned.  "Oh!  Oh!  Baby Laura baby oh!  Oh 
    god oh Jesus!  Auunngghhh!"

          "Unngghiinnaaeeee!  Oh . . . oh Brandi oh . . ." Laura panted, 
    reeling from the shocks of a stupendous climax.

          Still embracing, they fell on their sides, their groins still 
    mated, their bodies still tingling with aftershocks.  Brandi seemed 
    still locked in the trance of her orgasm, her eyes glassy, a silly, 
    sublime smile on her face as she rubbed her body against Laura.

          "Oh Laura . . . oh Laura," she began to cry softly.  "Why is 
    it so good?  Why couldn't it be awful?  So I could leave, and say 
    goodbye to you and really mean it?"

          Instead of answering, Laura swarmed all over Brandi's 
    incredible body, kissing and stroking the sleek muscles and velvety 
    black skin, digging her fingers into Brandi's spongy, hard moons, 
    slipping down between Brandi's awesome thighs, kissing them, kneading 
    them, then pressing her lips to the puckered wet cleft of Brandi's 
    beautiful pussy and sliding her tongue deep into it.

          "Ahhhnnnggg!" Brandi moaned, arching her back, quivering with 
    renewed lust.

          It was something Laura had often dreamed about.  Brandi's 
    powerful, grotesquely beautiful body clenching and writhing 
    helplessly under Laura's own caresses.  Brandi vulnerable and pliant, 
    begging her for release, moaning with desire and need, surrendering 
    her fantastic strength and beauty completely to Laura.

          God, I never thought I'd experience this again.  This 
    incredible, lovely girl!  Oh Brandi, I love you!

          She toyed skillfully with Brandi's pussy, filling her hands 
    with the hard balls of Brandi's ass and tongue-fucking her 
    relentlessly, then assaulting Brandi's clit in a way that brought the 
    girl to three quick, shocking orgasms in only minutes.  Feeling all 
    the power of that muscular body quaking and shuddering as one after 
    another fierce orgasm rocked Brandi's flesh made Laura almost burst 
    with love and lust intermingled.

          "Oh god, I knew it would be this way," Brandi wept, crying 
    again as the tension of her climaxes dissipated.  "Laura, how can we 
    stay apart?"

          "We're together now," Laura murmured huskily, dropping one 
    hand to Brandi's thigh, digging her fingers into the iron-hard 
    muscle.  "I want you to fuck me.  I dream of you fucking me."

          "I dream of it, too, baby," Brandi whispered.  "You don't know 
    how I dream of it."

          She scooped up Laura's exquisitely shaped breasts and drew one 
    of Laura's large, swollen nipples into her mouth, sucking it 
    lovingly, then passionately, making Laura moan.

          "Baby, I wish I had breasts like these," she murmured.

          "Why?" Laura asked, between moans.

          "So big.  Such beautiful round soft nipples."

          "Oh!"  Laura was overcome with intense pleasure. 
 
          "And so sensitive.  I made you come once just doing this."

          "You're going to do it again if you don't watch out.  They 
    aren't too big, are they?"

          "Mmmmmm, of course not.  But you know, bodybuilding girls' 
    boobs shrink.  Boobs are fatty tissue, and the idea is to get rid of 
    that."

          "Yours didn't go away," Laura said, her eyes swirling with 
    lust as Brandi kept tongue-teasing and sucking her nipples.

          "They were bigger, though, when I was eighteen."

          "They're beautiful.  I love them.  They're so hard."

          "Yours are pretty hard too.  I love to suck them."

          "Oh!  Oh!"

          "I'm going to make you come hard, pretty white lady."

          "Ohhhh . . . please!" Laura moaned.

          Brandi knew how and when to turn up the heat.  In under a 
    minute she had Laura writhing and pleading.  Laura's body was out of 
    control, and Brandi had complete power over it.  She pushed her 
    throbbing breasts up into Brandi's mouth, squirming, panting, trying 
    to scissor one of Brandi's huge, powerful thighs with her own thighs, 
    trying to accelerate the sweet, fierce rape she knew was coming.

          But Brandi was moving at her own speed.  After bringing Laura 
    to a frantic pitch of sexual tension by sucking her breasts, she 
    slid down Laura's body and began to explore Laura's aching, wet 
    pussy with her tongue, always careful to pull away just when Laura 
    approached the point of no return.

          After several minutes of this, Laura was delirious with need.  
    Whimpering and begging Brandi, she quivered uncontrollably, her 
    thighs clenching, her hands squeezing her own breasts roughly, her 
    hips churning with involuntary fuck motions, pushing her aching 
    pussy up into Brandi's stabbing, curling, tickling tongue.

          "Oh please . . . oh please!" she moaned.  "Oh please, Brandi . 
    . . fuck me . . . fuck me hard . . . oh please!  Do it!  Do it!  
    Please!"

          "Oh Laura," Brandi panted, overcome with desire herself as she 
    slid back up Laura's body, kissing it everywhere, sucking Laura's 
    nipples sharply again, and bringing one of her powerful thighs up 
    between Laura's, a move that Laura had thought she would die from 
    anticipating.

          When she felt the hard muscle graze her swollen cuntlips, she 
    nearly swooned.  But Brandi, instead of following through, suddenly 
    pulled her up off the bed.

          "I want you this way, the way we did it before," Brandi 
    murmured, sitting on the edge of the easy chair next to Laura's bed 
    and lowering Laura's crotch onto the smooth, hard ridge of her thigh 
    muscle.

          Instantly Laura knew why.  Brandi was very strong, and from 
    this position she could run Laura's pussy back and forth on the hard 
    ridge of thigh muscle while she sucked Laura's breasts at the same 
    time, as she had done when they last did this.

          And that was exactly what she proceeded to do.  Laura was a 
    wreck by this time, but Brandi held her quivering body steady, her 
    strong hands clamped on Laura's hips, moving the wet, throbbing 
    furrow of Laura's open pussy back and forth on her thigh muscle.  It 
    was the same experience Laura remembered of steel sheathed in silk, 
    a hard sleek ridge of muscle cleaving her oozing trench and mashing 
    her clit.

          At the same time, Brandi filled her mouth with Laura's aching 
    nipples, sucking and nipping them, until Laura was keening hoarsely 
    with unbearable lust.  She was feverish and shaking with sexual 
    tension, and could take only two or three back-and-forth rubs on 
    Brandi's hard thigh before threatening to explode with ecstacy.  
    Brandi knew it and treated her accordingly, devouring her breasts and 
    bringing her to the brink repeatedly before picking Laura up and 
    lowering her onto her back on the bed. 

          "Now, baby . . . now," she murmured, her powerful, gleaming 
    body hovering over Laura.

          And Laura's thighs yawned open to receive the sleek, bulging, 
    iron-hard muscle that Brandi slowly lowered into her crotch.  Brandi's 
    lips were on her cheek, murmuring love words, and then on her 
    shoulder, on her breasts, and Brandi's huge, clenched thigh was 
    sliding up and down in the flooding cleft of her hot pussy, and 
    Laura was delirious with the preliminary shocks of ecstacy. 
 
          "Ungghhh . . . ohhhhh hard!" she groaned.  "Hard, Brandi . . . 
    do it hard!  Unggghhh!"

          Brandi's hands held her pelvis steady, and the huge muscle 
    crunched into Laura's pussy, mashing her clit and cuntlips as Brandi 
    slid her leg up and down brutally, then crunched it home again, 
    bringing Laura quickly to a rapture so deep that, as before, she 
    briefly blacked out.  

          "Auungngg . . . annggggg!" she grunted, coming out of it into 
    another fierce, throttling orgasm.

          This time her whole throbbing body seemed to explode under the 
    crushing force of Brandi's bulging, silky black leg as it jammed 
    brutally into her pussy, making her cry out with an ecstacy more 
    shattering than anything she had ever felt.  She passed out again.

          And now Brandi stopped, afraid to continue, kissing Laura, 
    trying to revive her.  But Laura came to again quickly, through a 
    hazy, throbbing cloud of coming directly into another sharp climax, 
    as Brandi again drew the fierce muscle of her thigh all the way up 
    the gaping, streaming furrow of Laura's pussy, holding Laura's 
    quivering body as two more shattering orgasms ripped and stabbed her 
    flesh.

          She had come four times in quick succession, but even though 
    she could feel Brandi slackening off, afraid to continue, Laura knew 
    she couldn't give up this moment, which might never happen again.  
    Crazy for more, she wrapped her arms around Brandi's incredible body 
    and pulled her down hard, mashing their breasts together, writhing 
    under Brandi, tempting her further, moaning and begging her.

          "Fuck me, Brandi, baby, fuck me harder, fuck me more, please, 
    ungghhhh!  Oh!  Oh yes!  Please . . . do it hard!  Rape me!"

          "Oh baby . . ."

          "Do it . . . please!  God, it's so wonderful to have you fuck 
    me!"

          Through the throbbing, roiling fog of her own lust she knew 
    Brandi couldn't resist that, and she was right.  Brandi began to fuck 
    her again, more vigorously and powerfully than ever, crushing 
    Laura's squirming body in a fierce embrace and crunching her massive 
    thigh once more up into Laura's tortured, mashed, pulverized pussy.  
    Laura arched her back and erupted in another rapturous orgasm, 
    feeling it scorch and flay every tautly stretched nerve in her 
    throbbing body as she strained and exploded in firebombs of 
    delicious coming.

          Finally, they both couldn't go on.  Laura was exhausted, and 
    even Brandi was panting, needing a rest.  She rolled off Laura's body 
    onto her side, still pulling Laura with her in a tight embrace.

          "I don't ever want to let you go," she moaned, kissing Laura 
    ardently.

          "Don't," Laura panted, slowly surfacing from an excruciating 
    orgy of climaxes.  "Don't let me go.  Just fuck me."

          "Again?  More?"

          Laura, demented with lust, rolled on top of Brandi, her thighs 
    still straddling Brandi's hard thigh.  She dangled her breasts in 
    Brandi's face and pumped her wet pussy up and down on the hard ridge 
    of thigh muscle. 

          "Yes . . . more!" she groaned hoarsely, squeezing Brandi's huge 
    thigh between her own, riding it, pumping fiercely.

          Brandi's hands found her dangling breasts, guiding one of 
    Laura's nipples into her mouth.  She sucked it hard.

          "Anngghh!" Laura moaned.

          "God, you're going to come again, aren't you, baby," Brandi 
    said.

          "Yes!" 
 
          "Ohhh . . . do it!  Do it!"

          Brandi's fingers bit into Laura's ass as she jammed Laura's 
    oozing pussy down on her thigh.  Her mouth chased Laura's nipple, 
    sucked it inside, tonguing it frantically.

          "Bite it . . . oh!" Laura whimpered hysterically.  "Bite it, 
    oh bite it!  Ungghhhh!"

          Brandi did.  Her teeth sank into Laura's nipple, and Laura 
    cried out as a fierce, hot uprush of coming shook her quivering 
    body.  This climax, if possible, was even sharper than the ones that 
    preceded it, wrenching her shuddering body with excruciating spasms, 
    like a lightning bolt impaling her flesh.

          "AUUNNGGHIIIEEEEE!" she cried out, feeling Brandi's hand close 
    over her mouth to muffle her screams, feeling the very edges of 
    Brandi's teeth embedded in her throbbing nipple, coming in torrents.

          When it was over, she collapsed.  She had passed out twice, 
    and come seven times.  Panting with fatigue, she lay in Brandi's 
    arms, gradually surfacing from a descent into lust perhaps more 
    extreme than any she had ever experienced, except in her most 
    perverted moments with Karen. 

          Brandi was still awestruck.  "I wish I could come like that," 
    she whispered.

          "I apologize for being such a glutton for it," Laura smiled, 
    regaining her breath.

          "I thought you might die."

          "Me too.  Nobody ever made me come like that," she lied, not 
    wanting to admit the kind of sick perversions in which she and Karen 
    sometimes indulged.  Anyway, it seemed true.  The combination of 
    deep caring and controlled brutality she had with Brandi really did 
    make such unrestrained orgasms possible for her.

          "Really?" Brandi asked, pleased to be the one.

          "I think it's the force of it, if you know what I mean.  I've 
    never totally surrendered to such power before.  Like, with a man, 
    I'm always sort of half-fighting back.  You know?  But you're 
    stronger than lots of men.  It's giving in to you that made me pass 
    out."

          Brandi grinned.  "You got me blushing, pretty white lady," she 
    teased.  Then she was serious.  "I wouldn't have believed you could 
    pass out from sex if I hadn't seen it."

          Laura swarmed all over her, stroking her muscles and kissing 
    her breasts.  "You want me to make you pass out?" she asked.  "A 
    big, strong girl like you, completely vulnerable to me?"

          "I am already," Brandi confessed.

          "But I can make you more vulnerable."

          Now they were both getting excited.  Laura could feel fresh 
    stirrings deep inside her own pussy.  And she could see the fire in 
    Brandi's dark eyes.

          "How?"




