Keywords: FF, cons, interr, rom, bd
Part: Chapter 42
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance




          Laura reached under the bed and pulled up a coil of rope, 
    which had served Karen and her well during several exciting 
    encounters.  Brandi's eyes widened.

          "Pretty white lady, you more kinky than I thought," she said.

          Laura smiled.  "How else can I make you helpless?"

          "You made me speechless, I can tell you that," Brandi grinned.  
    "What do you want first, my ankles or my wrists?"

          "You're willing?"

          Brandi leaned forward and kissed her, a scorching, steaming 
    kiss.  "What do you think," she breathed.  "Tie me up and fuck me.  
    Make me come like you do."

          "Mmmmm," Laura smiled, looping several coils of rope around 
    Brandi's wrists and tying them to one of the bed posts.

          Even without further action, Brandi was wildly desireable, her 
    glossy, magnificent body rippling and flexing as her arms were 
    upraised unnaturally over her head and lashed to the bed.  Laura's 
    breath was momentarily taken away just by looking at her.

          "God, you're gorgeous," she sighed.

          Brandi smiled.  "Are you going to rape me?"

          Laura nodded.

          "Are you going to hurt me?"

          Laura shook her head.

          "I'm used to physical pain, you know," Brandi said softly, 
    ambiguously.  "I'm pretty tough."

          Laura couldn't resist the urge to slide up between Brandi's 
    spread legs and slither her tongue deep into the girl's pussy.  
    Brandi gasped excitedly, her incredible body clenching in quick spasms 
    of pleasure.

          "Ohhh!"

          "You're all mine now," Laura murmured.

          "Ohhhh Laura . . . god, you're right," Brandi panted, 
    squirming.

          Now, working very slowly since she knew from experience how 
    exciting it was to be very carefully tied up, she wrapped the rope 
    around Brandi's ankles.  First she pulled one down to the right 
    corner bedpost and tied it there.  Then, looking deep and 
    meaningfully into Brandi's eyes, she pulled her other leg wide apart 
    and tied that ankle to the other bedpost.

          Now Brandi was totally trapped, her beautiful, strong legs 
    spread wide, her wet, gleaming pussy open and vulnerable.  And the 
    look in her eyes was far more complex, a swirl of sexual excitement 
    and fear and thrilled anxiety.

          Laura swarmed all over her, rubbing their naked bodies 
    together, running her fingers along the fantastic muscles, licking 
    them as she had their first night together.  Brandi began to squirm 
    and quiver.

          "You're all mine now," Laura kept whispering to her as she 
    kissed and caressed Brandi's incredible body.  "If you think exercise 
    is a torment, wait until I've finished with you."

          "Oh!" Brandi gasped.  

          Laura was very good at this, having practiced on Karen, Rina, 
    Yvette, and Chanitra, until she could prolong the agony for nearly 
    half an hour, constantly turning up the juice, then pulling back, 
    until her victim was literally quivering and mewling with 
    uncontrollable need.  She knew she had to reduce Brandi to such a 
    state before Brandi would have the kinds of orgasms she herself had 
    experienced a few minutes earlier.

          And Brandi was truly a feast.  Laura explored every inch of the 
    Ms. Olympia body, kissing Brandi in places where she had never been 
    kissed before, kneading and licking and sucking her hard flesh, 
    tonguing and sucking her thick black nipples, breathing in her ear, 
    and every now and then returning to her flowing pussy to tease and 
    tongue-tickle it until Brandi's back was arching, her muscles 
    clenching, and the breath catching in her throat.

          Something about all that sleek, coiled, tensile strength 
    arching and squirming and flexing as she caressed Brandi aroused 
    Laura wildly.

          "And now, I'm going to tie up the rest of you," she murmured.

          The rope was very long, and there was plenty left.  She began 
    by pulling it up over Brandi's shoulders, then looping it under her 
    breasts, pulling the coils tight, but not too tight.  Brandi's small, 
    hard breasts bulged, her large nipples flaring and swelling.  A look 
    of muted terror came into her eyes.

          "I didn't know you were going to do that," she panted, still 
    so sexually excited she could barely speak.

          "Oh . . . I'm going to do much more than that," Laura said 
    softly, alluringly, looking at Brandi from beneath her eyelashes.

          "Oh Laura . . ."

          Before continuing, Laura bent her head and tickled Brandi's 
    bulging, protruding, glossy black nipples with her tongue, driving 
    the girl crazy.  Brandi squirmed and whimpered.  When her nipples 
    were wet and excited, Laura proceeded to draw the rope down through 
    Brandi's crotch, then around one hip, then through her crotch again 
    and around the other hip, trapping Brandi's swollen cuntlips between 
    the strands of rope.

          Next she crisscrossed the rope over the hard ripples of 
    Brandi's incredible stomach, finally knotting it in the small of her 
    back.  Now Brandi was tightly bound, and somehow even more desireable 
    than Laura had anticipated, apparently because of her muscles.  She 
    was helpless, and the look of fear mixed with pliancy in her eyes 
    showed it.

          "You're not going to hurt me?" she whimpered softly.

          "Mmmmm, a moment ago you were telling me how tough you are," 
    Laura whispered.

          "Don't hurt me.  Just fuck me."

          Laura kissed her, a scorching kiss, rubbing her naked body 
    against Brandi's and the ropes.  She slid downward and tongued and 
    sucked Brandi's inflamed pussy for about three minutes, until Brandi 
    was writhing and groaning uncontrollably with need.  She was almost 
    where Laura wanted her.  Laura slithered up and dangled her own 
    breasts in Brandi's face, letting her suck them, remembering how hot 
    that made her when Karen did it to her under similar circumstances.  
    She knew how Brandi loved her breasts.

          And Brandi tried to swallow them, tearing at Laura's nipples 
    with her mouth.  When she got one between her lips, she sucked it so 
    hard that Laura yelped with pain and excitement.

          "Aiiyyee!" she cried out, feeling a sharp squirt of wild 
    sexual pleasure surge through her body.  "Oh god, you really want me 
    to fuck you hard, don't you," she chanted to Brandi.

          "Yes."

          "Are you going to scream?  Do I have to gag you?"

          "Yes!"

          By now the fire in Brandi's eyes was more uncontrolled and 
    raging and delirious than Laura had ever seen it.  She knew the girl 
    was about to explode, to come more violently than she ever had, even 
    in the past with Laura's help.  

          Quickly Laura reached under the bed again.  She had several 
    times wished she'd had Karen's goody bag of sex toys, but she knew 
    she did still have the ball-gag they had used together last time 
    since Karen had left it, saying she would get another.  "Honey," 
    Karen had said, "you're going to get evicted if you don't start 
    using this."

          Brandi's eyes widened further as she saw the gag.  "Oh god!" 
    she said.

          Laura dangled it threateningly in front of her eyes.  Then, 
    slowly, for maximum effect, she wrapped the straps around Brandi's 
    head.  "Open wide," she teased.

          Brandi gulped as the ball filled her mouth.  Her eyes watered 
    with fear as Laura fastened the clasp.  Now she was ready.

          Laura took both of Brandi's small, throttled, bulging, hard 
    breasts in her hands and began sucking and hinting at biting her 
    thick, glossy nipples, doing it now more roughly, passionately than 
    before, making Brandi mewl and squirm.  Next she slipped down between 
    the girl's magnificent, roped thighs and turned her attention 
    totally to Brandi's entrapped, squeezed pussy, swollen and bulging 
    between the two strands of rope that ran through her crotch.

          With her fingers, she opened Brandi's pussylips, exposing her 
    clit, then began sucking and tonguing it feverishly.  In just 
    seconds, Brandi was thrashing and writhing, whimpering hysterically.  
    Her phenomenally strong body was clenching and straining, her sleek 
    muscles gleaming and flexing.

          Now Brandi's pussy was inflamed and wet and puckered, and Laura 
    could hardly prevent herself from just devouring it on the spot, 
    bringing Brandi to a quick, sharp orgasm.  But she knew she had to do 
    more than that.  Slowly, letting her own naked breasts brush Brandi's 
    tightly-trussed body as she moved up, she brought her own thigh up 
    between Brandi's huge thighs, until the skin of her leg gently 
    brushed Brandi's runny, open pussy.

          She knew her thigh was hardly the monstrous weapon that 
    Brandi had used to make her lose her mind and die with coming.  But 
    it was smooth and shapely and strong.  She pushed her own thigh 
    muscle into the wet groove of Brandi's pussy and drew it up and down.  
    Brandi's eyes rolled up, and she strained at the ropes, making hot, 
    frantic gurgling noises.

          From having been there herself, she knew how close Brandi was.  
    She decided not to wait any longer, but to deliver the full force of 
    her loving rape all at once.  She dropped her mouth to Brandi's 
    breasts, and slid her hands down the girl's fantastic body to the 
    hard, round moons of Brandi's ass.

          Now she began to move her thigh muscle up and down in Brandi's 
    groin, mashing Brandi's cuntlips and clit with it, rubbing it more 
    and more vigorously as she sucked one of Brandi's big nipples into 
    her mouth.  Her fingers bit into the hard flesh of Brandi's ass, and 
    her teeth ringed Brandi's nipple as she jammed her thigh up into the 
    girl's pussy again, and again, and again.

          "Unngghh!" Brandi moaned, writhing wildly, groaning and flexing 
    as she approached her climax.  "Ummggn!  Auungghhhh!"

          "Oh baby . . . oh baby!" Laura panted, grabbing Brandi's other 
    nipple between her lips, her teeth, sinking them into it just as she 
    drove her thigh harder than ever into Brandi's pussy.

          Brandi spilled over with coming, whinnying deliriously and 
    thrashing around, straining against the ropes as a fierce orgasm 
    ripped through her body.  But Laura was after more than one, and she 
    swarmed all over Brandi, sucking her breasts, and ramming Brandi's 
    cunt again and again with her thigh, quickly bringing on two more 
    convulsive orgasms. 

          And now she slid down and did what she had wanted to do 
    earlier, devoured Brandi's oozing pussy with her mouth.  At the same 
    time, she fucked it with two fingers, getting them so juicy and 
    slimy that sliding them up into Brandi's ass was no problem and in 
    another thirty seconds she had the girl coming again, violently, the 
    bed quaking under them as Brandi rocked and strained through two more 
    orgasms.

          And now Laura knew she had Brandi where she wanted her.  Oh 
    baby, now you're really going to come hard, she thought.  She knew 
    Brandi thought it was over.  She had already come five times, sharp, 
    rending climaxes that left her panting from her nose, wincing and 
    quivering as they passed.  But Laura knew the big one was still 
    there, waiting for her to bring it forth.

          Again she swarmed over Brandi's fantastic hard body, scooping 
    up the small hard breasts again in her hands, bringing her thigh up 
    again into Brandi's groin, feeling the wet cleft of Brandi's pussy 
    against her muscle.  Now was the real rape.  Only once or twice had 
    Laura ever fucked anyone as hard as this, only Karen, in the depths 
    of their shared perversions.  But now she rammed her thigh muscle up 
    into Brandi's vulnerable pussy, fucking Brandi as hard as Brandi had 
    fucked her, biting Brandi's thick, swollen nipples at the same time, 
    raping her, jamming her crotch, ramming the thigh into Brandi's 
    mashed clit over and over again.

          But Brandi was a superb athlete, and had wild strength and 
    stamina.  Even though tightly bound and gagged, she pumped her hips 
    and pushed her pussy into Laura's crushing thigh, writhing and 
    groaning and whinnying, strangled yelps coming from deep in her 
    chest as Laura's teeth sank into her nipples.  

          And when she finally came again, it really was the cataclysm 
    Laura had been trying to bring off.  She knew Brandi had never come 
    like that in her life.  Brandi was strong, and she bucked and surged 
    off the bed, nearly ripping the ropes apart.  They bit into the skin 
    of her wrists as she shuddered and flexed in wild, hysterical 
    abandon, her body wracked by fierce, shattering spasms of coming.  
    Her magnificent back arched, her stomach rippled fiercely, her 
    thighs clenched, and her pelvis shook with the fury of a stupefying 
    rapture as she came and came.

          Finally, it was over.  Brandi collapsed.  Laura drew herself up 
    to the head of the bed and untied the ropes, kissing the blood away 
    where the skin had broken.  Then she unwrapped the ropes from 
    Brandi's body and untied her ankles.  Finally she removed the gag.

          She had made Brandi come more powerfully than Brandi had 
    imagined possible, but it had been violent, and she wouldn't have 
    been surprised if Brandi had spurned her then.  Instead, Brandi fell 
    into her arms, kissing her rapturously.

          "Oh god, I hate feeling this way about you," she gasped, 
    squeezing Laura hard.  "Nobody could ever fuck me like you do."

          "It was a little . . . violent, though," Laura said, blushing 
    apologetically.

          Brandi beamed, unable to stop smiling.  "My nipples still 
    hurt," she said.  "You bite hard.  And I'm still tingling all over 
    from that climax.  God, I never knew I could come that hard."

          "But you didn't pass out."

          Brandi shrugged.  "Too tough, I guess.  I almost did, that last 
    one."

          And yet their biggest surprise was yet to come, for Brandi 
    really did black out later.  They fucked some more, and slept, and 
    awoke to fuck again, and on their very last fuck, when they were 
    both so exhausted from climaxing that they could barely move, Laura 
    brought Brandi to an orgasm that literally made her faint for several 
    seconds.  

          And there was nothing violent about it.  She was gently 
    licking Brandi's sweet pussy, lovingly caressing it with her tongue, 
    kissing it, frenching it, tenderly sucking Brandi's thick little pink 
    clit, when Brandi sighed and suddenly swooned, losing consciousness 
    for several seconds as a profound ecstacy gripped her quivering, 
    climaxing body.  Realizing what had happened, Laura increased the 
    tempo, sucking and tonguing her harder, and Brandi came to, then came 
    again, more violently the second time.

          Then she took Laura into her arms, tears pouring down her 
    face.  "I fainted," she croaked in a soft whisper.  "It was like 
    dying of pleasure."

          "I know, I know," Laura whispered, moved as much as Brandi was 
    by the profound depth of physical harmony they had reached together.

          When Brandi finally left, both of them had the unspoken 
    knowledge that either her engagement was off forever, or they would 
    probably never see each other again.  They both knew that after this 
    there could be no halfway measures for them.


          

