Keywords: FF, cons, interr, rom, bd, toys, anal
Part: Chapter 69
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance

Chapter 69



          They slept, awoke, ate a little, and slept again.  It was 
    morning when they finally awoke again.

          "How long can you stay?" Laura asked her, realizing that last 
    night's frenzied and lengthy bout of heated fucking had left them 
    little time to really talk.

          "Three days," Brandi smiled.  "Or until one of us enters the 
    hospital, whichever comes first," she teased.  "I can't seem to get 
    you to leave my poor sore little black pussy alone, pretty white 
    lady."

          Laura kissed her sensually, both of them warm and drowsy and 
    naked under the sheets.  "It makes me wet to hear you talk that 
    way," she murmured.  "Are you really sore?"

          "Girl, I never have enough orgasms to count except when I'm 
    with you.  Last night I had thirty-one.  My pussy feels like the 
    army got to it.  Maybe you should show me around San Francisco today 
    instead of fucking me to death."

          Laura smiled.  Her own pussy was a little sore.  "Okay," she 
    said.

          They spent a good part of the day touring the sights.  But as 
    soon as they got inside Laura's apartment, things quickly turned 
    steamy again.  Brandi had shot Laura a searing glance even as they 
    were riding up in the elevator.  And Laura knew what she was 
    feeling.

          They had not touched one another since that morning, and had 
    taken extra care not to seem sexually involved during the day, since 
    they drew a lot of attention anyway, both being drop-dead beautiful, 
    and Brandi having such a spectacular body.  But as soon as Laura 
    closed and bolted the door, Brandi embraced her, eyes smoking, 
    throbbing with sexual hunger.

          "You're turning into a little tramp, aren't you," Laura 
    teased.

          "I want the rope," Brandi whispered, as if too ashamed to say 
    it out loud.

          The word shocked both of them, hanging there in the air like a 
    threat.  Laura didn't even smile.  She kissed Brandi deeply, with 
    slow, profound emotion.

          "Deep down, I see, Ms. Olympia is a pervert," she whispered.  
    "Why would you want to do that?"

          Brandi stared deep into Laura's eyes.  "Laura, every bit of my 
    life is given over to being perfect.  I have phenomenal self-
    discipline, and determination.  I eat right, and train right, and 
    behave very well to my husband, and my colleagues."  She gulped, and 
    looked away briefly, her eyes watering.

          Laura kissed her cheek, but Brandi pulled back, not finished.

          "When you tied me up, and . . . did that to me, I discovered a 
    part of myself I didn't know was there.  I realized that I could 
    surrender completely . . . to you.  I never have to anyone else."  
    Now two big tears rolled down Brandi's cheeks.  "It's so important to 
    me.  I flew out here," she gulped again, "to give myself to you.  
    Please do it."

          Laura smiled gently at her.  "How could I refuse?"

          "You will?"

          Laura nodded.  It was dangerous business, but both of them 
    could feel the electricity in the air.  Laura's mind was also 
    quickly racing to Karen's goody bag, and the wild four-pronged dildo 
    she and Karen had used at their last meeting.  She knew how much it 
    would enhance things, but it would be doubly awkward to ask Brandi to 
    wait while she borrowed it, and to borrow it from Karen, who would 
    want to know why.

          "Do you suppose you could wait about a half hour, while I run 
    a quick errand?" she asked Brandi.

          Brandi's face fell.  "I never thought I'd be this horny for 
    another girl," she said ruefully.

          "I won't take me long," Laura smiled.  "And when I get back, 
    you'll get what you came for."

          "I came for more than that," Brandi said, seriously.

          "I know.  I mean . . . the surrender part.  You know."

          Brandi nodded.  Laura slipped again into her coat and dashed 
    downstairs to her car.  She stopped at the corner convenience store 
    to use the phone, not wanting to surprise Karen in the arms of one 
    of her other lovers.

          "I want to borrow something," she whispered into the phone.

          "What?"

          "The four dildo thingee."

          "You slut," Karen said, jealousy mingled with mirth in her 
    voice.  "Who's the lucky girl?  I hope you don't want to stick that 
    thing into that poor little teenager with the beautiful ass."

          "Just say yes or no."

          "Only on one condition.  Next time, you have to do me double 
    hard.  No, triple."

          "Honey, I can't do you any harder than I already do."

          "You have to try, all right?"

          "All right."

          She drove to Karen's apartment.  Karen met her at the door, 
    with the "dildo thingee" wrapped in a plastic grocery bag.

          "Do you think your friend would object to a little . . . you 
    know, third party fun?  I'm free for another hour or two."

          "Karen, what we have works precisely because we don't do 
    that," Laura said.  "You know that.  We tried it, with Rina, with 
    Chanitra.  It complicates things."

          "I know," Karen shrugged.  "I'm just jealous."

          Laura kissed her.  "Next week.  I promise.  We'll pull out all 
    the stops."

          She realized, driving back to her apartment, that the 
    encounter with Karen, coupled with her anticipation of what was 
    about to happen in bed with Brandi, had made her sopping wet.  Her 
    panties were soaked with her own juices.  God, who's the slut? she 
    said to herself.

          Brandi had taken a bath while she was gone and was dressed only 
    in one of Laura's fluffy white bathrobes, looking wildly fetching.  
    Because her body was so singular, one tended not to notice her 
    beautiful face, but Laura's breath caught in her throat when she saw 
    her.

          "God, Brandi, you're beautiful, you're so beautiful," she said.

          Brandi just smiled.  "More than a few muscles, eh?"

          "And you smell so good, and your skin is so soft and smooth.  
    I want you.  I want to eat you alive."

          "Mmmmm, pretty white lady, I thought I'd die 'till you got 
    back."

          "Thirty-one orgasms yesterday, and not even one yet today, 
    right?  You're burning for it, right?"

          "You turnin' me into a sex fiend, you little evil white 
    bitch," Brandi smiled, after they kissed heatedly.  "What's in the 
    bag?  Is that what your 'errand' was about?"

          "You'll find out," Laura said, with mock smugness, beckoning 
    her toward the bedroom.  "That is, if you want to."

          Brandi took a deep breath, and her eyes rolled up briefly under 
    her eyelids as she tried to contain her obvious sexual excitement.  
    "I want to," she breathed, following Laura.

          Laura placed the bag on a chair and pulled the long rope from 
    under the bed.  Slowly, Brandi untied the sash of the bathrobe, 
    looking at the rope coils dangling from Laura's hand.  Brandi's 
    sleek, gleaming, spectacularly muscled body came gradually into view 
    as she removed the robe slowly for Laura's enjoyment. 

          "You're sure you want to do this?" Laura asked.

          Brandi nodded.  "I want you to take your clothes off too.  In 
    fact, I want to take them off."

          Laura lay the coiled rope on the bed and submitted to being 
    undressed by Brandi, who did it very slowly and sensually, kissing 
    Laura's shoulders and back, caressing her body as she removed her 
    bra, cupping Laura's breasts in her hands.

          "They're so gorgeous," she murmured.  "Mine were about this 
    size once."

          Laura was wildly excited, but she drew back.  "We have another 
    agenda," she reminded Brandi, who looked contrite.

          "I know."

          She sat on the bed while Laura looped the rope around her 
    wrists and knotted it.

          "Lie back," Laura said.

          Obediently, Brandi stretched out on her back, hands over her 
    head, while Laura tied her wrists to the upper right bedpost.  Then 
    she tied each of the girl's ankles to the two corners of the 
    bedframe at the foot.  Now Brandi was immobilized, and Laura could 
    see the incipient terror in her eyes.

          Her fantastic body was unnaturally stretched, her muscles 
    bulging, her skin gleaming, her dark eyes throbbing.  Laura, even 
    though her own hot blood pounded with sharp lust, went very slowly, 
    knowing how it would excite them both to the very limits of their 
    need for each other.

          She looped several coils of rope loosely under and over 
    Brandi's body, but then stopped before tying up her small, hard 
    breasts.  She stopped to kiss them, and fondle them, and to caress 
    the fantastic hard ridges of smooth muscle in Brandi's stomach.

          "I can't believe you're actually letting me do this," she 
    said.  "Your body is so fantastic."

          "Oh!  Oh god . . . please!" Brandi whimpered, already aroused 
    to a frantic state.  "Ohhhhh . . . Laura!"

          But Laura was not to be rushed.  She moved her mouth back to 
    Brandi's breasts, lavishing attention on each one, licking and 
    sucking and pinching each swollen, bulging black nipple until Brandi 
    moaned.

          "I can't believe the way you love them," she panted, twisting, 
    gulping for breath as Laura sucked each nipple deep into her warm, 
    wet mouth.  "Mike doesn't love them like you do."

          "Mike is a fool," Laura breathed.

          When both of Brandi's nipples were stiff and pointing and wet 
    with her saliva, Laura began to wrap coils of rope around the girl's 
    small breasts, bunching them up into hard little balls.  Brandi's 
    nipples protruded even more, popping and shiny.  Laura was very 
    careful not to make the rope too tight, not to cut off the 
    sensation.  She kept teasing Brandi's succulent nipples with her 
    tongue to make sure Brandi could still feel it.

          "Unh!  Oh!  Unhh!" Brandi panted, writhing and mewling softly, 
    her gorgeous strong body flexing under Laura's clever mouth and 
    hands.

          "You want to come, don't you, darling," Laura purred to her.  
    "But you're not going to come for a long time, I can promise you 
    that.  Not for a long time."

          "Ohhhhhh!" Brandi moaned, looking down as Laura continued to 
    wrap her splendid body in coils of rope.

          Laura crisscrossed the rope behind Brandi's back and crossed it 
    over her rippling stomach, looping it tightly several times around 
    her narrow waist, then drew the strands down through Brandi's crotch.  
    Now she spent a long time lovingly tying each superlative strong 
    glossy thigh, the thighs that had made her die of coming, the thighs 
    Brandi used to fuck her, Laura, into wild paroxysms of unspeakable 
    bliss.

          She kissed them and stroked them and pulled the rope tight, 
    hearing Brandi gasp, feeling her quiver.

          "I love these thighs," she murmured, kissing each one.  "I 
    love you to fuck me with these thighs."

          "Oh god!" Brandi sighed, her body flexing and twisting.  "Oh 
    god!  Hurry . . . oh Laura, you're so mean.  Hurry.  Do it to me, 
    please!  Ohhhh . . . please!"

          But Laura would not be rushed.  There was plenty of rope, and 
    she wrapped Brandi's incredible thighs tightly in it, watching the 
    muscles and the glossy black skin bulging throught the tight 
    strands.  She kissed the exposed parts, bringing her mouth closer 
    and closer to Brandi's puffy, glistening, black-lipped pussy, which 
    was swollen and distended from being squeezed on each side by 
    strands of rope.

          "Oh what a beautiful pussy," she said to Brandi, touching it 
    with her fingers, admiring its perfect shape.  "You could win a 
    prize for this too, you know."

          "And you could win one for Top Torturer," Brandi gasped, 
    squirming as Laura began to lick her cuntlips.  "Unh!  Oh!  Oh god . 
    . . Laura!  Unhhh!"

          For the next five minutes Laura lavished her attention on 
    Brandi's beautiful pussy, tonguing and sucking it, slithering her 
    tongue deep inside.  She had developed this sort of torment into an 
    art, as Brandi had acknowledged, and she exercised every bit of her 
    skill, toying with Brandi's exquisite vagina until Brandi was almost 
    out of control.  

          "Oh god . . . oh . . . Jesus unhhh Laura oh . . . unhh!" she 
    panted, squirming, her fantastic muscles flexing, her hips gyrating 
    slowly as she pushed her pussy up into Laura's mouth.

          Laura brought her right to the edge of a climax one last time 
    before leaving Brandi's pussy and kissing her way back up the girl's 
    incredible, glossy body, sucking her nipples, then kissing her mouth 
    with searing passion.  

          "You want me to fuck you, don't you?" she murmured, teasing 
    Brandi.  "You want me to fuck you hard.  You want me to fuck you the 
    way nobody can fuck you but me."

          "Yes!  Ohhhhh . . . oh yes," Brandi whimpered, her face torn 
    with need, her eyes hot and dangerous.

          "And you want me to gag you so nobody can hear you scream."

          "Oh god, yes!"

          Laura knew how the gag upset and aroused Brandi even more than 
    the rope, so she made a slow, special ritual out of fastening it in 
    place.  She even dragged the ugly, menacing harness over Brandi's 
    strangled, bulging breasts, caressing them with the leather straps 
    and open buckle.

          "You're going to scream so loud," she whispered to Brandi.

          "Ohhhnnnn!"

          "Now open your mouth wide.  I'm going to stick the ball in it, 
    there we go."

          "Ummpgghphff!" Brandi grunted softly, tears filling her eyes.

          Laura realized that even winning the Ms. Olympia contest 
    wasn't as intense as this for Brandi.  She was shaking, straining at 
    the ropes at the same time, her cheeks slick with tears, her dark 
    eyes pulsing with terror and scintillating sexual excitement.  

          Now Laura went to the bedstand and took out the small plastic 
    bottle of baby oil she kept there.  Brandi's eyes widened.  Carefully 
    at first, then more roughly, she lubricated Brandi's asshole with it, 
    sliding her forefinger way up into Brandi, whose body stiffened and 
    jerked, her phenomenal buns tightening into amazing hard balls.

          Next Laura did the same to her own asshole, watching Brandi's 
    eyes as she clearly began to understand that something new was going 
    to happen, something wildly exciting.  Sliding her finger into her 
    own ass aroused Laura, and she bit her lower lip while her body 
    writhed temptingly for Brandi, gripped by sharp sexual spasms.

          "Oh god, baby, you and I are going to explode," she murmured 
    to Brandi.

          Finally, she went to the bag she had brought home from 
    Karen's, pulling out the monstrous thing with the four protruding 
    dildoes.  She brought it back to the bed and also lubricated the 
    outer dildoes with the baby oil.  Now Brandi knew what was going to 
    happen, and she squirmed and whimpered excitedly as Laura slid a 
    pillow under her ass to elevate it slightly.

          The device was bowed in the center, with a spring-like 
    flexibility that would allow it to push back against two women 
    fucking one another with it.  Without delay, Laura pushed the tip of 
    the oiled dildo on Brandi's side of the device between Brandi's hard 
    buns, then into her ass.

          "Ummpgghhphh!" Brandi groaned, shutting her eyes in pain as the 
    huge thing invaded her tight rectum.

          The dildo that slid into her cunt was longer than the back 
    one, and both of them penetrated Brandi's groin easily, since her 
    cunt was so wet and her ass lubricated by the baby oil.  Shaking 
    with sexual excitement, Laura guided the other two into her own ass 
    and pussy, gagging with lust as they both slid into her.

          Oh shit, she thought, her body crammed to the splitting point 
    by the huge shafts.  She knew Brandi was feeling the same thing.  
    Slowly, Laura began to fuck her, moving her groin deliberately in a 
    front and back motion, feeling the dildoes probe her own body, 
    knowing they were fucking Brandi in the same way.  Both of them 
    quickly went wild, frantic with hot, perverted sexual need.

          Laura was on top and she fucked Brandi hard, being fucked hard 
    herself in return by the device, feeling the two shafts rip into 
    her, plunging deep.  She groaned and whimpered, hearing Brandi's 
    sharp cries blocked by the ball in the girl's mouth.  And Brandi was 
    strong, even though tied up.  Her pelvis thrusted back up into 
    Laura's thrusts, driving the dildoes deep into Laura, as Laura drove 
    them deep into her.  Both girls squirmed and writhed together, 
    fucking wildly.

          Even in the midst of this wild thrashing and groaning, Laura 
    briefly wondered if she had ever participated in a more frenzied 
    sexual encounter.  She and Karen had had some savage fucks, and she 
    also had done some rough stuff with Barbara, but nothing seemed to 
    top this depraved, animalistic, wanton sexual ferocity.  She was 
    unable to keep her mouth from Brandi's small, strangled, hard, 
    bulging breasts and shiny, popping nipples, tearing at them with her 
    lips, then biting them as she and Brandi fucked each other into a 
    fierce oblivion of coming.

          Brandi, who was already frantically aroused even when Laura was 
    still tying her up, came first, a straining, piercing, clenching 
    orgasm that had her shrieking uncontrollably into the gag, her 
    gleaming, sharply-muscled body shuddering and arching as waves of 
    intense spasms wrenched her.

          And while she was still locked in the fierce rapture of her 
    orgasm, Laura too came, rocked in staccato fashion by sharp, almost 
    painful jolts that pierced her flesh with white-hot pleasure.
  
          "Aungghh!  Ungh!  Oh . . . ohhhh!  Unganngg!  Ohnggmnngg!" she 
    grunted as each spasm jolted her.  "Ohhngg shit!  Auungghhhh!  Oh!  
    Oh god!" she whimpered, totally undone by the violence of her 
    climax, falling forward onto the still moaning and writhing Brandi.

          It was a long time before either of them recovered enough to 
    disentangle their bodies, and Brandi could do nothing but wait for 
    Laura.  Finally, Laura pulled herself off the device, then slowly 
    removed it from Brandi's ass and pussy, watching the girl wince as it 
    came free.  Next she quickly unbuckled the gag, then turned to the 
    knots, freeing Brandi entirely in about a minute.

          Both seemed stunned by the experience, shocked both by the 
    power of their shared orgasms and by the depth of their depravity.  
    They embraced face to face, kissing emotionally, before either dared 
    to speak.  And when they did, it was because both were again shocked 
    that this horrific explosion hadn't slaked their lust.

          "I still want you, I still want you, I can't believe it," 
    Brandi murmured softly as Laura began slowly kissing her marks and 
    weals, left by the rope.  "Nothing is ever enough with you."

          "I know, I want you too, I want you and your incredible body," 
    Laura whispered, kissing her everywhere.

          Slowly and tenderly this time, in contrast to the fierce 
    orgasmic collision they had just shared, they coiled together, 
    making love, moaning softly to each other, turning, exploring, until 
    they ended up in a sixty-nine position.  Five minutes later they 
    were coming together again, this time a long, aching, rapturous 
    shared orgasm that left both of them weak and shaking, even Brandi.

          As the spasms waned, they embraced again, trembling more from 
    deep shared emotions than fatigue and sexual exhaustion.  Brandi's 
    eyes were wet.

          "Some part of me knew it was a mistake to come," she murmured.  
    "But I couldn't help it.  I had to see you."

          "It wasn't a mistake."

          "Oh yes it was.  You and I almost burn each other up, like two 
    worlds colliding, you know?"

          Laura nodded.  She knew that Brandi had one more day to stay.  
    They might put each other in the hospital, the way things were 
    going.  And yet, she was afraid Brandi might decide, after this, to 
    go back a day early.

          "Look," she said, "you owe it to yourself.  You worked hard to 
    get where you are.  You have a right to share these three days with 
    me.  I'm . . . only sorry if I hurt you." 

          She kissed the marks under Brandi's breasts.  Her mouth quickly 
    ascended to one of Brandi's nipples, then the other, and in only a 
    minute or so she had Brandi writhing and moaning under her again.

          "God, Laura," she panted.  "You don't play fair.  Unh!  Oh!  
    They hurt, but you make them feel so good.  Ohhnnnn . . . oh yes!"

          "You like that?" Laura teased, sliding down again to Brandi's 
    pussy and tickling the girl's clit with her tongue.

          "Ohhhh god . . . yes yes yesssss!"

          Brandi came three more times before Laura let up.  Then, as if 
    in gratitude, she gave Laura what Laura craved.  She raped Laura 
    again with the Ms. Olympia thigh, bringing Laura into a screaming 
    hysteria of coming that left her drained and nearly destroyed.  This 
    time she didn't faint but felt so weak afterward that all she could 
    do was sleep.

          The two of them slept like rocks through the night.  But in 
    the morning, when Brandi tried to leave, as Laura had feared, Laura 
    made love to her with a feverish intensity that equaled anything 
    they had done so far, bringing five jolting orgasms from Brandi's 
    rested body before easing up.  And again Brandi delivered a brutal 
    thigh-rape, this time again causing Laura to faint in the middle of 
    an excruciating orgasm.

          Brandi could not tear herself away.  The spent the remainder of 
    the day in bed, and by nightfall could barely lift a finger.

          "Fucking all day with you is harder than working out, pretty 
    white lady," Brandi grinned at the end of the day, when they were 
    cooking dinner together.

          "Too bad they don't give awards out for being great in bed," 
    Laura said.  "We'd win hands down."

          "I can tell you one thing," Brandi said, solemnly.  "I never 
    dreamed sex could be like this."  She kissed Laura.  "Really.  I've 
    had enough climaxes to last me all year."

          "Until the next time you see me," Laura joked.

          "That's true," Brandi said, still solemn.

          They eased up after dinner, relaxing and enjoying each other 
    without sex for a change.  But during the night, as if fearing the 
    morning and what it would bring, they awoke and fucked heatedly in 
    the dark, both experiencing sharp, almost painful orgasms.

          In the morning Brandi took a cab to the airport, since they 
    both feared letting their feelings for one another show in public.  
    Instead, they cried and embraced in Laura's apartment.

          "You know, last time I promised myself I'd never see you 
    again," Brandi said.  "Too dangerous.  I just want you to know, 
    pretty white lady, that I'm not doing it this time.  I'll be 
    calling."

          "I know you did," Laura said.  "Pretty black lady."  She 
    winked.  "But I have something for you no one else has."

          "You telling me, honey.  You take care of it for me, hear?"

          Brandi winked back, then turned and vanished down the hall, 
    down the elevator, into a cab, and away from Laura.

