Keywords: FF, cons, interr, rom
Part: Chapter 27
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance




          Again, after her night with Rob, she had trouble walking, her 
    ass and pussy hurt so much.  And again, Yvette Farmer noticed, and 
    made a comment at work.

          "You sprain your ankle again?" she said, disbelieving it.

          Laura instantly knew, somehow, that Yvette knew the cause of her 
    gingerly walking.  Is it that obvious? she wondered.  Well, if it is, 
    then at least they won't think I'm a lesbian around here.  

          But she didn't know how to answer Yvette.  And then she didn't 
    have to, because Yvette bent close to her behind a filing cabinet and 
    whispered, "You're going to have to tell that guy to quit hammering 
    you like this.  Tell him people at work are noticing."

          Laura giggled nervously.  "Can you really tell?" she asked, 
    pleased at this intimacy with the beautiful Yvette, also pleased that 
    she wasn't being suspected of secret lust.

          Yvette winked.  "Once I had a boyfriend who used to make it hard 
    for me to walk the next day."

          "Really?"

          Laura felt the inevitable happening.  The closer she was to 
    Yvette, the more the girl appealed to her.  She had velvety black skin 
    on her cheeks, her neck, her hands.  And she smelled wonderful.  Her 
    dark eyes sparkled.  Her mouth was sensual and full.

          Yvette had an infectious grin.  "I started fooling around with 
    his roommate, you know?  In secret?  And I found out that I didn't 
    have to get hammered like that to . . . well, you know."

          Laura nodded.  "He can be a little rough," she said.

          "You don't deserve it.  You don't need it."

          Maybe I need it more than you think, Laura thought.

          She started looking at Yvette's legs when Yvette was walking the 
    other way.  They were long and perfectly shaped, what she could see 
    of them.  Beautiful, tapered, shapely, dark, glossy calves.  Laura 
    imagined kissing them, running her fingers along them.  Oh god, I 
    can't start thinking that way about her! she thought.  I can't let 
    myself!

          What stopped her was a picture of Brandi, in the newspaper.  
    Another body-building exhibition, and Brandi, as Miss Olympia, was 
    appearing, signing autographs, pushing some line of diet additives.  
    Probably steroids or something, Laura thought.  Do you suppose she 
    takes them?  She realized that though they had spent an evening 
    trying to kill one another with fucking, she really knew very little 
    about Brandi.

          The only thing I know is that she's the only one who ever made 
    me faint, she thought.

          The picture was a publicity shot, but for that very reason it 
    showed Brandi at her best.  Her physical beauty made Laura's throat 
    catch.  Did I really sleep with this stunning creature? she asked 
    herself.  

          Even discounting the cloudy newsprint reproduction, you could 
    see the girl's beautiful face, the sharp definition of her long, 
    smooth muscles, even the grotesque but enchanting ripples and bulges 
    and veins.  Brandi wore one of her next-to-nothing display bikinis, 
    and most of her flesh was visible.  What a body.  Laura had kissed 
    every inch of it.  Even the parts that were hidden by the small 
    bikini.

          She closed her eyes, remembering Brandi's huge, iron-hard thigh 
    between her legs, crushing her pussy, making her gag and groan with 
    ecstatic coming.  When she opened them again, she gazed long and 
    lovingly at the picture.  Then she clipped it out and put it in her 
    purse.

          That evening was even worse.  The evening news on TV did a 
    small promo story on the upcoming event, with many clips of Brandi 
    Pearson, Miss Olympia.  Laura actually got wet while watching Brandi 
    pose, then be interviewed.  Her cunt tingled and oozed, her nipples 
    ached, her blood raced.  God, I want her!  

          But she didn't know what to do.  Would Brandi reject her, if she 
    showed up at the autograph show, for example?  Did she dare?  Feeling 
    this sharp desire, then getting rejected, would be intolerable.  It 
    would hurt too much.

          She jumped to another station, hoping to see Brandi again, 
    waiting through boring local news stories until it happened.  There 
    was Brandi.  Nearly naked, her luscious, muscular body gleaming.  
    Scarcely realizing what she was doing, Laura dropped her hands to 
    her knees, drew them up under her skirt, slipping her fingers under 
    the elastic band of her panties.

          "Unhh!" she grunted softly as her fingers found her wet clit.

          On the TV screen, Brandi turned and rippled her back for the 
    camera.  Quickly, the camera panned down her powerful legs, then 
    lingered for a brief, salacious moment on her peerless, perfectly-
    sculptured ass.  Rubbing herself hard, Laura was almost there.

          "Uhn . . . unhh!" she panted.

          Brandi turned back.  There was a close-up of her face responding 
    to a question, smiling, her eyes flashing.  Laura rubbed her pussy 
    hard, feeling a surging orgasm engulf her just as the story finished.

          "Auungghhh!" she cried out, coming suddenly, sharply.

          Slumped on her sofa, still throbbing from the sudden climax, 
    Laura was amazed at herself.  Just from watching her on TV! she 
    thought.  God, at this rate I might come if she just knocked on the 
    front door.

          She couldn't stay away from the exhibition.  She stood in line 
    for an autograph, not knowing what else to do, and when Brandi 
    recognized her, she gave a dismayed little laugh.  Her face seized up 
    with shock.

          "Oh my god," she said in a small voice.

          "It's only me," Laura smiled.

          "Laura."

          "Yes."

          "God . . . I don't know what to say."

          "Join me for dinner . . . later?"

          "I can't.  I'm engaged."

          "Engaged?"

          "Yes."

          Laura could feel all the blood drain from her face.  She knew 
    Brandi could see the shock.  "Oh," she said in a wounded voice.

          But Brandi smiled with false cheer.  "Gosh, it's good to see 
    you," she said.  "Sorry I don't have more time."

          Laura was moving away from her, sleepwalking.  She looked 
    longingly at Brandi, trying to make the girl see the depth of her pain 
    and her desire at the same time.

          "Yes.  Good to see you," she said softly.

          "Take care, okay?" Brandi said, turning abruptly to the next 
    person in line, not waiting for an answer.

          Laura was desolate.  It had been six months since she had felt 
    anything like this badly.  It was already late afternoon, and she 
    wandered the streets, winding up finally at home about seven o'clock, 
    not really knowing where she had been or how she got there.  She was 
    on her second glass of wine when the doorbell rang.

          It was Brandi.  The expression on her face was totally different 
    from the last one Laura had seen there.  Brandi's eyes filled with 
    jeweled tears as she looked at Laura.  She was soft and beautiful, 
    fresh and vibrant but full of yearning and troubled feelings.

          "Laura," she whispered, looking down at her feet, then back at 
    Laura.

          "Do you want to come in?"

          "Do you want me to?"

          Laura smiled and opened the door wider.  "I never wanted you to 
    leave."

          They stood there uncomfortably, not knowing what to say.  Brandi 
    looked ravishing.  Having a great form, she wore form-fitting 
    clothes, this time a tight red jersey with a scoop neck, and a short 
    black skirt that showed off her sleek, well-muscled legs.  Laura 
    wanted to rape her.  She was embarrassed.

          "You really are engaged, aren't you," Laura murmured, 
    disappointed, looking down at Brandi's finger. 

          There was a big diamond ring on it.  Brandi's tears, which had 
    not spilled before, suddenly welled up again and stained her cheeks.  
    But she smiled.  Very clearly, making sure Laura took in each detail, 
    she lifted her hand and with the other slid the ring off her finger, 
    then opened her handbag and dropped it inside.

          "I'm not engaged when I come through that door," she said, 
    staring solemnly at Laura.

          "Oh baby."

          "Oh Laura," Brandi whispered.

          They came together and kissed eagerly, passionately, running 
    their hands wildly over one another.  They were clawing at each other, 
    trying to pull each other's clothes off, shaking with feverish 
    urgency.  But Laura, surprising herself, since she really wanted to 
    rape and devour Brandi, pulled back.

          "Let's . . . let's take it easy," she panted, kissing Brandi's 
    velvet cheek.  "We don't have to rush." 

          "I want to do it and not think about it," Brandi whispered in 
    her ear.

          "I know.  I know you do.  Come on."

          She pulled Brandi down the hall.  They went into her bedroom, 
    and she shut the door.  Then, their eyes murky and throbbing with 
    passion, they embraced again, this time kissing with long, slow, 
    building fire.

          It reminded them both of their first kiss, months ago, which 
    had been long too, and had sealed everything, made everything 
    inevitable, ending in hours of orgiastic fucking.  And from the way 
    Brandi kissed her back, Laura knew that this time would be no 
    different.  

          Laura got Brandi's red jersey up over her head in seconds, then 
    reached behind her and unfastened Brandi's bra.  She filled her palms 
    with Brandi's small, hard, perfect breasts, kissing the girl's smooth 
    black neck and shoulders, dropping her lips to one shiny, bulging 
    nipple.  She sucked it and half of Brandi's breast into her mouth.

          "Ohhnnnn!" Brandi moaned, stroking Laura's head.  "Yes.  Oh god, 
    yes."

          Laura sucked her other breast the same way, then drew Brandi 
    down on the bed, kissing her rippling, hard stomach, unzipping her 
    skirt, pulling it and her panties down the girl's sculptured, 
    heavily-muscled legs.  Now Brandi was naked, though Laura was still 
    clothed.  Brandi pulled her up, and Brandi was strong.

          "I want you naked too," she panted to Laura.

          "Yes."

          Quickly, they both undressed Laura, and Brandi fell on Laura's 
    beautiful breasts with the same eagerness Laura had shown for hers.  
    Laura lay back in the pillows, luxuriating in the feel of Brandi's 
    magic lips on her nipples.  She knew, if she let herself, that she 
    could come right there, like that, in about another minute.  But she 
    wanted more, she wanted Brandi to come first, she wanted to prove to 
    Brandi that she was wrong to renounce this.

          She pulled Brandi's face up to hers, kissing her savagely.  
    Their eyes burned together.

          "I don't want you to forget me," she murmured to Brandi.

          "I haven't for a minute.  I remember when we . . . fucked by 
    pressing our pussies together.  Can we do that?"

          Laura smiled and slid one leg under Brandi's, the raised her 
    other leg over Brandi's other leg.  Slowly, they moved their groins 
    together.  Kissing with deep feeling, each girl dropped a hand down 
    and slid two fingers into the other girl's pussy.  Still they inched 
    together, shaking with excitement now.

          When their hands brushed, they pulled them up.  The feeling 
    when their two wet open pussies met was electrifying.  They gripped 
    each other fiercely, their fingers biting into each other's flesh as 
    the sexual excitement grew almost unbearable.  They began to swirl 
    their hips, pumping, churning gently, then more rapidly.

          "Oh god!" Brandi panted.  "Oh god, I'm so close."

          It was a very unnatural position, and took either great 
    strength or fanatical lust to keep it up, churning, pumping, 
    grinding.  But both of them were strong and fiercely hungry for each 
    other.  Their flowing cunts melted together, their excited clits 
    mashing and moving together.  Laura's fingers dug into the hard flesh 
    of Brandi's ass as she jammed her pussy into Brandi's.  And Brandi was 
    so strong that she had to be careful not to hurt Laura as she held 
    Laura's gyrating hips steady and pumped her pussy desperately into 
    Laura's.  

          Laura had done this with each of her female lovers, and she 
    knew the wild, excruciating, thrilling orgasms it could give.  
    Something about the improbable, unnaturalness of it made the climaxes 
    heart-stopping and raw and cataclysmic.  And this one was no 
    different.  After about a minute of yawing and moaning together, 
    panting and grunting softly and whinnying with barely contained 
    hysteria, they both began to come in torrents.

          "Auungghh!" Brandi cried out, her lovely face torn with sublime 
    ecstacy.  "Ohhnngg . . . aauungghiiieeeee!"

          She clutched Laura, nearly squeezing the breath out of her, and 
    Laura herself erupted in violent spasms of coming, burying her face 
    in Brandi's smooth neck, moaning and sobbing as jolt after jolt of 
    pleasure ripped through her body.

          "Unngghnngggmmmeeeeee!" she cried, coming and coming, feeling 
    every inch of Brandi's incredible body straining against hers.

          Punished by the force of the shared orgasm, they slumped 
    together on the mattress, panting and gasping for breath, still 
    moaning with aftershocks.  But Laura recovered quickly and swarmed 
    over Brandi's supine, beautiful body, quickly sliding down between the 
    girl's fantastic, bulging thighs and fastening her mouth on Brandi's 
    wet, open pussy, tonguing and sucking it passionately, tickling 
    Brandi's clit and bringing her to another quick, explosive orgasm in 
    only seconds.

          "Auungghhhiinnneee!" Brandi wailed, her superb body clenching, 
    straining, shuddering as she came again.

          And Laura, capitalizing on the girl's high state of arousal, 
    kept her their, cupping Brandi's hard ass moons in her hands and 
    squeezing them while she at first let Brandi's pussy fade from the 
    high tension of her climax, then attacked it again, sucking Brandi's 
    clit and bringing the girl to a third, sharp, wrenching orgasm.
  
          Somehow the sight of Brandi's superlative body clenching, 
    straining, shuddering through shock after shock of sexual pleasure 
    brought on by Laura's expert caresses was the most sublime thing 
    Laura had ever experienced.  Her third quick climax was enough for 
    Brandi, however.  Gasping and panting for relief, she pulled Laura up 
    face to face with her, kissing Laura fervently, embracing her so 
    tightly Laura thought her ribcage might crack.

          "God, you delicious creature!" Brandi said.  "I haven't been in 
    your apartment more than twenty minutes, and I've already come three 
    times.  Each one of them harder and more intense than any orgasm I've 
    had in the past six months.  In fact, since the last time I was 
    here."

          "Stop or you'll make me jealous," Laura said.

          Brandi kissed her movingly.  "You don't have to be," she 
    murmured.  Her eyes were wide, deep pools.  "Nobody could ever match 
    what we have.  I found that out."

          "It hurts to hear you say it."

          "You know everybody wants to fuck Miss Olympia," Brandi said.

          "I know I do," Laura smiled.  "I came last night just watching 
    you on TV."

          "Really?"

          "Well . . . I did sort of . . . you know, put my hand there," 
    Laura blushed.

          "You mean here?" Brandi smiled, slipping a hand between Laura's 
    tawny thighs.

          "Ohhhh!"

          "Can I put my mouth where you put your hand?" Brandi whispered 
    suggestively.  "Can I make you come the way seeing me on TV made you 
    come?"

          "It almost makes me come just looking in your eyes," Laura 
    whispered.

          "Really?  You feel that way too?  I thought it was only me."

          She kissed Laura's body, scooping up Laura's breasts again and 
    quickly bringing Laura to a hot fit of moaning by sucking her 
    nipples.  This time Laura gave in completely to the girl, 
    surrendering her breasts, her cunt, everything, moaning and 
    whimpering with bliss as Brandi took infinite pains to bring her to a 
    screaming convulsion of coming.

          And Brandi wanted everything.  She took it slowly, exploring 
    every inch of Laura's beautiful naked body, worshipping it with her 
    mouth and fingers the way only someone who felt the way she did about 
    her own body could possibly do.  Feeling Brandi's tongue wriggling up 
    into her asshole was what finally sent Laura over the edge.  By that 
    time, she was a trembling, quivering wreck of sexual need, whinnying 
    softly and spilling over in a hot river of successive climaxes as 
    Brandi tongue-fucked her ass, then followed it up by sucking her clit 
    sharply while Laura came twice more.

          Afterward, they both had to rest.

          "God, I forgot what it was like to fuck with you," Brandi said 
    softly, curling up in Laura's embrace.  "I forgot I left 'cause I was 
    afraid we'd kill each other."

          Laura kissed her with deep feeling.  "I'll bet the guy you're 
    engaged to doesn't fuck you like that," she whispered.

          Brandi looked hurt.  "He's not so bad," she said softly.  
    "Really.  But nobody does it to me like you do."

          Brandi's eyes rolled up as she felt Laura's lips caressing her 
    nipples again.

          "But god, I wish he could learn to suck like you do, Laura," 
    she half-panted.  "Where'd you learn to do that?  You make me feel 
    like a lesbian."

          "You let another woman fuck you," Laura murmured.  "I know you 
    did."

         She was driving Brandi up the wall as she murmured to her, 
    feeling Brandi's incredible body stiffen, and arch with renewed sexual 
    excitement.

          "How do you know that?" Brandi sighed, her muscular body 
    quivering.

          "Because you wanted to know if another woman could do this to 
    you," Laura whispered, sucking almost all of Brandi's exquisite left 
    breast into her mouth and scissoring Brandi's clit with her fingers at 
    the same instant.

          "Auunnghh!  Unnghgmmmnnnggeeee!" Brandi squealed, erupting in a 
    sharp, unexpected, violent orgasm.

          It took several minutes for her to recover.  When she did, she 
    was all over Laura, kissing her, stroking her, nibbling, sucking, 
    probing, murmuring to her.

          "She couldn't do it for me, not like you do," Brandi murmured 
    softly.  "She was good but not like you.  She'd always wanted me.  I 
    knew it.  Another body builder.  I've known her for years.  Finally I 
    let her fuck me.  After you did."

          "Ohhhhnnnn!" Laura moaned as Brandi's fingers found a 
    particularly sensitive spot, making her stiffen.

          "Only nobody's any good after you, Laura."

          "Oh!  Oh god!  Brandi . . . ohhhnnn!  Oh god!"

          Laura had begun to quiver almost uncontrollably as she realized 
    what Brandi was up to.  They both remembered the shocking power of the 
    orgasms Laura had experienced last time, when Brandi had in a sense 
    fucked Laura with her huge, iron-hard thigh muscle.  The second time 
    they had done it, Laura had even passed out, punished by an ecstacy 
    so deep she had temporarily fainted.

          And now, on her back, with Brandi between her yawning thighs, 
    she could feel the incredible muscle again, like iron under a taut, 
    smooth skin of silk, moving slowly, almost tenderly across her wet, 
    puckered pussy.  She nearly came unglued, moaning and whimpering 
    excitedly from the anticipation.  And Brandi's hands scooped up both 
    of Laura's breasts, squeezing and holding them steady for her mouth, 
    which tormented Laura's aching nipples with hungry passion.

          Laura arched her back and writhed, slipping quickly into a 
    delirium of sexual need, her whole body consumed with phenomenal 
    excitement as Brandi turned up the heat.  She was torn between two 
    impulses.  One part of her wanted to clamp her thighs tight on 
    Brandi's and then pump wildly until she spilled over with hot coming.  
    The other part wanted to yield her body totally to the marvelous, 
    strong girl, parting her thighs and letting the sweet, brutal rape 
    take her to an unspeakable rapture, giving herself entirely to Brandi.

          Her quivering, incredibly excited body decided for her by 
    yielding to the pressure of Brandi's leg.  Laura spread her thighs 
    even further, and she held Brandi's head, pushing her throbbing 
    breasts up into the girl's devouring mouth.

          "Bite them," she murmured in a low, hoarse, clotted voice.  
    "Bite them . . . and fuck me hard!  Brandi, please!  Ungghhh!  Oh!"

          Brandi was swept up in the incendiary passion of the moment too, 
    and her caresses became more urgent and rough almost naturally.  Her 
    fingers bit into Laura's breasts, and her teeth edged Laura's 
    nipples, toying with them, reluctant to close, but hinting at it so 
    much that Laura nearly came unglued.  At the same time, Brandi's hard, 
    flexing thigh rubbed the wet cleft of Laura's flooding pussy more 
    rapidly, putting on more pressure.

          Twisting and moaning with low, guttural, animalistic need, 
    Laura dropped her hands to Brandi's amazing thigh, caressing the 
    phenomenal muscle with her fingertips while she churned her hips in a 
    slow rhythm that brought her aching pussy up into the hard ridge with 
    each surge.  

          She had the feeling of completely losing control, a feeling she 
    had experienced only rarely, even in the throes of sexual release.  
    Only once, when Karen had tied her up and fucked her brutally, and 
    then again when she had passed out while being fucked by Brandi during 
    their first, and until now only, night together could she recall this 
    feeling.  Pliant, weak, totally vulnerable, she felt her body 
    surrendering passively as Brandi's powerful muscles overwhelmed her 
    quivering, writhing flesh.

          And now Brandi's teeth were no longer tentative.  She sucked-bit 
    Laura's nipples until Laura was cawing and gurgling with a fierce 
    mixture of pain and pleasure, thrashing about under Brandi's crouched, 
    powerful body, keening and moaning incoherently.  And now it came.  
    The thrilling, overpowering rape Laura had nearly died anticipating 
    was here as Brandi's huge, smooth, steel-hard thigh rammed down into 
    her splayed pussy.

          "Ungghhh!" she groaned, tears pouring down her cheeks as a 
    sharp seizure of ecstacy gripped her face.  "Oh!  Oh god!  Ungghhhh!  
    Oh Brandi . . . yes!  Auunggghhhh!  Unh!  Unh!"

          Relentlessly, Brandi moved her hard, bulging thigh muscle up and 
    down in Laura's pussy, crushing Laura's cuntlips and clit, drawing 
    her thigh up, bringing hot, frantic whinnyings of maniacal pleasure 
    from deep in Laura's chest, then sliding it back down again, making 
    Laura sob and wince and shudder with nearly unbearable sexual 
    sensations.

          At the same time, she had nearly swallowed one of Laura's 
    breasts, and her teeth in Laura's sensitive nipple were driving Laura 
    to the edge of tolerable pain.  Five more brutal strokes of her huge 
    thigh and Laura was again on the edge of blacking out.  Brandi held 
    Laura's hips in both hands and ploughed Laura's streaming pussy with 
    the smooth, fiercely hard ridge of her thigh muscle.  Laura wanted to 
    scream with ecstacy, but her breath was taken away by the sharp 
    rapture of surrendering so completely to Brandi's relentless fucking.

          "Unngghhhuunngg . . . unngghhuuhnnggg!" she gagged, suddenly 
    coming in great whooping, throttling spasms of killing pleasure.

          When Brandi knew Laura was coming, she released Laura's tortured 
    breast from her mouth, embraced Laura in a fierce grip, and began 
    fucking her even more roughly, ramming Laura's pussy with her thigh 
    until a new, piercing shriek of ecstacy escaped from Laura's throat, 
    and she came again.  

          Briefly she really did black out from the intensity, but 
    quickly came to, her body still arching and shuddering in the grip of 
    a scalding, wrenching ecstacy that died away in receding shock waves 
    of pleasure.  Brandi rolled to the side, still embracing Laura and 
    kissing her fervently as Laura's breath slowly returned and her 
    frantic moaning died away.

          "God, baby, I never saw anybody come like that," she murmured, 
    kissing Laura's cheek, her lips, her neck, her forehead.

          Laura, her eyes still glazed, kissed her back.  "I can't 
    believe you made me faint again," she whispered.  "You're the only 
    one who's ever done that."

          "Miss Olympia has powers no one has ever dreamed of, I guess."

          Laura knew Brandi was very aroused from having just fucked her 
    so heatedly.  In gratitude, she slid down between the girl's massive, 
    sleek thighs and gently tongued Brandi's pussy, bringing Brandi to a 
    thrilling orgasm in under a minute.  And she knew how to prolong it, 
    probing the crack between Brandi's luscious asscheeks with her finger, 
    toying with Brandi's throbbing clit, then, before Brandi half-realized 
    what was coming, fingerfucking her ass and sucking her pussy so 
    wildly that Brandi came again.

          "Auungghhh!  Nnnggmmnnneeee!" Brandi wailed, her fantastic body 
    straining and flexing through a sharp, convulsive orgasm.

          Finally, they lay panting together, unable to lift another 
    finger.  Brandi caressed Laura's face, and Laura kissed her glossy 
    brown shoulder.

          "Now you see why it took me so long to come back," Brandi 
    murmured.  "We don't know how to do anything but kill each other with 
    fucking."

          "You mean you didn't fuck this much with her?" Laura asked, not 
    completely concealing her jealousy.  "Or with this guy you're going 
    to marry?"

          Brandi shook her head solemnly.  "I had two orgasms with her," 
    she said, bashfully.  "Then she was finished.  It wasn't like it is 
    with you."

          "I'm sorry.  You can fuck whoever you want to, you know that."

          "I just want to be . . . normal, you know?  Have a husband?  
    Normal?"

          Laura's eyes filled up with tears.  "I'm normal.  I fuck with 
    men too."

          "I know.  But you and I together are not normal, Laura.  We do 
    it too hard, too much."

          "I know.  I thought my heart was going to stop."

          "When you make me come, I don't want anything else," Brandi 
    confessed.  "I don't really want sex with anyone but you.  But pretty 
    soon we'd just stay in bed together all day."

          Laura grinned.  "Are you telling me that's a bad idea?"

          "Damn right it is.  One day when I give you 'the thigh' your 
    heart is going to stop.  What then?"

          "What a heavenly way to go," Laura giggled.

          She slid down Brandi's body and began kissing and caressing the 
    massive, hard, bulging thigh muscle that had made her whimper so 
    hysterically.  About two minutes of this and they were hot for each 
    other again, fucking torridly, insatiably, not stopping until each 
    girl had had five more orgasms, the last ones excruciatingly intense.

          Then they slept.  They woke up and fixed something to eat, then 
    nearly raced each other to the bedroom again, where they fucked for 
    nearly an hour, climaxing repeatedly, until they could barely lift 
    their arms.

          Through it all, Laura knew she had to get the most out of this 
    union with Brandi, because it would be the last one.  Or if not the 
    ultimate last one, at least the last time she would see Brandi for 
    months.  She knew Brandi was right.  They couldn't restrain 
    themselves.  Her body was sore from the rough, constant fucking, and 
    yet she couldn't keep her hands off the girl's fantastic body.  And 
    Brandi was the same.

          When they finally realized it was over, they felt drained but 
    strangely happy.  "I couldn't fuck you again right now even if I 
    wanted to," Laura confessed. 
 
          Brandi smiled.  "You want to know something?  I counted.  I've 
    never done that in my life.  I never had enough to count before.  But 
    since I walked in that door last night, I've had twenty-seven 
    orgasms.  That's not counting the little fluttery explosions I feel 
    sometimes just kissing you."

          Laura nodded.  "All I know is I passed out again."

          "We're dangerous for each other, darling."

          They kissed passionately one last time, and parted dry-eyed and 
    smiling.

