Keywords: FF, cons, interr, rom, bd, anal
Part: Chapter 25
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance





          They dressed and went out for dinner, then came back and spent 
    the rest of the night in bed.  The sex was so acutely pleasurable 
    that Laura found herself wanting morning not to arrive.  How two 
    people could create so much bliss was amazing to her.  

          But morning did come, and Rina did go.  She insisted, saying 
    what Laura also knew was true, that the reason these moments were so 
    intense was that neither one was really a 'lesbo,' as Rina called it.  
    Their delight in each other was fiercely exciting and would only stay 
    that way if they didn't make it humdrum and normal.

          Laura knew it was true.  It hurt her dreadfully to acknowledge 
    it, though.  And watching Rina walk away from her door made her 
    tremble with sadness, even desolation.  Rina, going away.  Brandi, 
    gone.  She cried off and on the rest of the day.

          But by Monday morning, she had resigned herself to it.  Dry-
    eyed, but edgy and gnawed with a sense of loss, she returned to work.  
    When Karen came by her office at mid-morning, she found herself 
    stirring with physical desire again.  She hadn't seen Karen for 
    weeks.  She was my first, after all, she thought.  I was her first, 
    too.  And god, look at those magnificent breasts.  I'm surprised men 
    aren't falling all over her when she walks down the hall. 

          But when Karen leaned down and whispered in her ear, Laura's 
    world fell apart.  Rina was dead.  The police had accused Gerald of 
    raping and strangling her.

          Tears sprang up in Laura's eyes.  But her deep, rending sobs 
    were caught in her chest, and couldn't escape.

          "I . . . guess I always knew how you felt about her," Karen 
    said, comforting her.  "God, honey, I'm sorry."

          But Laura was desolated by grief.  She couldn't even speak.  
    Her supervisor sent her home with his condolences, telling her to 
    take the next two days off.  Karen said she would drop by after work.

          Laura had never had a death touch her so closely.  Fewer than 
    forty-eight hours ago, she and Rina had been pressed naked together, 
    moaning and throbbing in convulsions of thrilling ecstacy.  Now Rina 
    was dead.  No more.  She would never come back.  Her body, which had 
    given Laura such incredible pleasure, was cold and lifeless, instead 
    of warm, vibrant, exquisitely shapely.

          But she couldn't cry.  She was so stunned that even tears could 
    not get out of her shocked, grief-shattered mind and body.  And 
    Karen's visit didn't change anything.  Karen was nearly as grief-
    stricken as Laura, for she too had made love with Rina many times.  
    They talked softly, solemnly, unable to shake the gloom.

          "I miss her so much," Karen confessed.  "But I also feel 
    guilty.  I feel like I'm partly responsible for what made him kill 
    her."

          "Think how I feel," Laura said.  "I seduced her.  The very 
    first time.  She would never have thought of it if I hadn't wanted 
    her."

          "I know.  But you didn't force her."

          For some reason, this started Laura's tears.  They seemed to 
    gush from her eyes, and deep rending sobs wracked her body.  Her 
    tears started Karen's, and in seconds they were both sobbing 
    uncontrollably.

          They cried inconsolably for half an hour, then held each other 
    and cried some more, physically wrenched by the pain of losing Rina 
    and the guilt of having somehow caused her death.  But somehow their 
    mingled guilt and sorrow, and the comfort they offered each other, 
    and the warmth and familiar sensuality of their bodies overwhelmed 
    them, and they found themselves each slowly undressing the other.

          Karen's bra came off first, and Laura's hands were full of the 
    girl's firm breasts, and her mouth devoured Karen's large swelling 
    nipples, bringing short, panting moans of need from deep in Karen's 
    chest.

          She got Laura's bra off too, and her lips found Laura's aching 
    nipples quickly, sucking and tonguing them passionately.

          "Should we go to the bedroom?" Laura panted.

          "No.  Right here.  Quick."

          Both knew it was an attempt to blot out their grief and guilt, 
    but they continued anyway with a white hot urgency, stripping 
    frantically, sucking and kneading and probing roughly.  Laura had 
    never had any sex like it.  She and Karen tore hungrily at each 
    other's naked body, devouring each other, raping each other with 
    fierce, insatiable violence.

          The fact that they had fucked each other violently in the past 
    encouraged them, and before long they were both panting and 
    whimpering in a wild mania of uncontrollable lust.

          "Ungghhh!" Laura groaned, feeling Karen's fingers jabbing into 
    her ass and pussy, feeling Karen's savage mouth on her tender 
    breasts.  "Ohhnnggg!  Oh god!  Ungghh!  God, yes!  Hard!"

          And she was assaulting Karen in the same way, swarming all over 
    the girl's luscious black body, sucking her viciously, making Karen 
    yelp excitedly as the mixture of pain and intense pleasure drove her 
    writhing body closer to the ultimate convulsions.  

          "Ungghh!  Oh . . . girl!  Yes!  Ohhnnn!  Anngghiiee!" she cried 
    out as Laura let her feel teeth for the first time, sinking them 
    lightly, then harder, into one of Karen's bulging, thick, black 
    nipples.

          Wild with need, they knew they were going to come any second, 
    both of them.  They quickly turned into a sixty-nine position.  
    Laura's body stiffened, and she squealed softly, as she felt Karen's 
    fingers penetrate her again, then felt the girl's skilled lips on her 
    clit.  She did the same to Karen, and both of them came in five 
    seconds.

          "Anngghiiieeeee!" Laura cried out, whiplashed by a ferocious 
    orgasm that wrenched her shuddering body.

          Karen was just a split second behind her, her body arching, 
    straining, then flipping wildly as she screamed through a sharp 
    climax.

          "Unngghnnghiieee!" she cried, her pelvis shaking frantically, 
    her ass and pussy plundered by Laura's plunging hand, her clit 
    throbbing between Laura's sucking lips.

          Neither girl was ever satisfied with one orgasm, and this time 
    their guilt and sorrow and desperate lust drove them to keep fucking, 
    to keep coming, to wipe out anything but pure, fanatical, maniacal, 
    brutally focused sex.  And in the next ten minutes they both came 
    twice more, orgasms more quick and sharp and roughly summoned than 
    all but the most violent they had shared in the past.

          And after the third, they both had to stop for a moment.  Laura 
    thought she hurt too badly to continue.  She could still feel Karen's 
    teeth in her nipples, and Karen's fingers ramming up into her ass.

          Karen was rubbing her own nipples tenderly with one finger.  
    "God, baby, I thought you were going to bite this one off," she said 
    softly.  "I never felt you bite so hard.  It hurts."

          "Mine hurt too," Laura said.  "We better stop."

          Karen nodded reluctantly.

          But neither of them had thought of Rina while they were doing 
    it.  Only now.  While Karen was in the bathroom, Laura, looking idly 
    in the mirror, saw the reflection of the end of the rope she and 
    Karen had used months before protruding from under her bed.  It 
    hadn't crossed her mind for a long time, and now suddenly the hot 
    blood leaped and surged inside her veins.

          Once, long ago, she had tied her own body up and masturbated 
    while thinking of--Karen?  Rina?  She didn't recall.  But she knew 
    how to do it, and by the time Karen returned from the bathroom, Laura 
    had looped it around her breasts and belly and shoulders and through 
    her crotch and between her buns.  She held the short, loose end out 
    invitingly to Karen, her eyes smoky with hot challenges. 

          Karen barely smirked as she walked over to the bed and took the 
    end of rope in her hand.

          "What have we here?" she said softly, her eyes glowing with 
    sexual excitement.  "A little package all neatly wrapped for me?"

          "Yes," Laura breathed, her voice almost gone in her own 
    excitement.

          Karen rubbed the frayed end of the rope across one of Laura's 
    bulging, swollen nipples.  Shivers shot through Laura.

          "I thought you were hurting," Karen whispered.

          "Not enough," Laura whispered back, more a soft croak.

          "These coils aren't tight enough for you to really enjoy it," 
    Karen said, pulling the rope tighter around Laura's swelling breasts, 
    which turned mauve from engorged blood, her nipples flaring even 
    more, throbbing sharply.

          Then Karen looped the rope around Laura's wrists and knotted it 
    behind her back.  She pulled Laura's trussed body down beside her on 
    the mattress, kissing Laura with slow, simmering, threatening 
    passion.

          "I'm going to hurt you and make you come," she warned in 
    another hot whisper.  "You'd better tell me now if you want me to 
    stop."

          "Gag me," Laura begged.  "I'll scream."

          "What can I use?"

          "There's a dish towel in the hall closet."

          Laura's hungry, sex-crazed eyes devoured Karen's luscious, 
    naked black body as she left, then returned with a towel.  Karen saw 
    her eyes.

          "I'll make you a promise, to help you stand the pain," she 
    whispered as she tied the gag in Laura's mouth.  "When I'm finished 
    with you . . . it's your turn."

          A fierce shudder of sexual excitement gripped Laura's bound 
    body.  It gripped her again as she felt Karen's hands and mouth 
    beginning to explore her immobilized body, at first with loving, 
    tender caresses, but then with more insistent, rough sucking, 
    kneading, pinching, probing.

          She and Karen had done this to one another before, though not 
    for a long time.  Maybe that was why Laura had forgotten the main 
    principle, which was to prolong the agony by clever caresses until 
    the unbearable need resulted in an excruciating explosion of coming.  
    And so Karen, knowing how Laura felt about her perfect black breasts, 
    dangled them in Laura's face, brushing Laura's lips with her bulging, 
    soft nipples, knowing that Laura's gag prevented her from seizing 
    them with her lips.

          Laura quivered and yearned with lust, mewling and whimpering 
    and twisting.  Next Karen descended, kissing Laura's naked back and 
    buns and tickling Laura's asshole with her tongue until Laura was 
    writhing and moaning urgently.  Slowly, deliberately, Karen began 
    caressing the helpless Laura more roughly.  Her fingers dug into 
    Laura's firm, round asscheeks, and she stabbed her tongue into 
    Laura's asshole, then slipped one finger into it, fucking Laura's 
    ass, then two fingers, biting Laura's asscheeks and fucking her ass 
    more and more roughly.  Tears poured down Laura's cheeks as the 
    sensations grew more intense.

          Her muscles strained against the tight rope, and she sobbed and 
    whimpered with increasing desperation and need.  This fed Karen's 
    lust, and she began licking and tongue-fucking Laura's streaming 
    pussy while still finger-raping Laura's ass.  Laura almost came.  The 
    rough sex had her on the edge, and almost without warning she could 
    feel the first hints of a killing climax.

          But Karen sensed it too, and drew back.  She knew from 
    experience how to bring Laura to the edge, and she backed off this 
    time, cooing and murmuring obscenities in Laura's ear.

          "Ohhh, you want to come, don't you, baby?  You want me to go 
    ahead, and fuck you hard and make you come, don't you?  Oh, but I'm 
    not going to give you the satisfaction.  You have to wait.  I'm not 
    ready to let you go off yet.  A few more minutes.  A little more 
    pain.  I haven't even touched your beautiful breasts yet.  I haven't 
    even got to suck and . . . well, you know what I want to do to them, 
    don't you?"

          Laura strained in the tight ropes, whimpering almost 
    hysterically.  And her keening became even more shrill and desperate 
    when she felt Karen's hands and mouth on her swollen, throttled 
    breasts.  As usual, at first Karen was tender.  She loved to caress 
    Laura's breasts, and she fondled them tenderly, licking Laura's 
    protruding, throbbing nipples, making Laura squirm and groan with 
    frantic excitement.

          Then she began sucking them, and Laura almost came again.  The 
    excitement was too much, and her flesh began the telltale quiver of a 
    ripping, killing orgasm, which Karen quickly prevented by pulling 
    back, by removing her mouth from Laura's aching wet nipples.  She 
    kissed Laura's neck, squeezing Laura's hard, bursting breasts with 
    her fingers.

          "Oh . . . you want to come, baby, I know," she murmured 
    teasingly.

          Laura squirmed, imploring Karen with her eyes, beseeching her 
    to do it, do it fast, make her come.  Please! her eyes begged.  Oh 
    please, Karen!  Please!

          Karen kissed her cheek, tweaking Laura's bulging, bursting 
    nipples, making Laura wince with mingled pain/pleasure.  "If I bite 
    them, will you come?" she murmured teasingly.  "Like I do?  God, when 
    you bite me, I just explode.  Do you want me to bite them?"

          Laura's eyes filled with tears.  She nodded frantically.  
    Anything!  Anything!  Make me come!  Please!

          Slowly, dragging it out unbearably, teasing Laura until Laura's 
    tightly-trussed body was shaking and quivering pitifully with crazy, 
    agonizing sexual need, Karen held one of Laura's mauve, throttled 
    breasts in one hand, squeezing it mercilessly and peppering Laura's 
    popping, pulsing nipple with kisses, while slowly rubbing Laura's 
    flooding pussy with her other hand.  Then she did the same thing to 
    Laura's other breast, moving her hand even faster against Laura's 
    pussy.

          Laura pumped and shimmied her hips desperately, nearly fainting 
    as she felt the first hint of Karen's teeth on her swollen, throbbing 
    nipple.  Oh god! 

          "Unngggnmmmnngghh!" she moaned into the gag, her body straining 
    fiercely at the rope coils.

          Karen lightly pinched Laura's bulbous nipple with teeth.  Laura 
    moaned.  Then she felt Karen's teeth sinking into it.  At the same 
    moment, Karen's hand mashed into her clit, rubbing it sharply, 
    brutally.  Almost immediately, a fierce uprush of coming seized 
    Laura.  

          Her straining body shimmered into convulsions of white-hot 
    bliss, goaded from one level of ecstacy into a higher one by Karen's 
    continuing, aggressive fucking.  Karen's mouth fastened on Laura's 
    other nipple, sucking and biting it passionately too, while her 
    fingers penetrated Laura's cunt and the palm of her hand brutally 
    pummeled Laura's clit until Laura was yelping and climaxing 
    repeatedly in hot, rolling waves of fierce orgasmic rapture.

          It seemed to last for long, shattering minutes, until finally 
    her body could take no more pleasure and collapsed, with Karen 
    panting and moaning softly on top of her.  Karen's eyes were glazed, 
    her mouth slack, her body alive with sensuality, and she untied 
    Laura's body with the same hungry desire she had shown in fucking 
    Laura, caressing the rope burns, kissing Laura's flesh, quickly 
    arousing them both again to a point of no return.

          It seemed to be a tradition with them to come to another climax 
    quickly after a sado-masochistic one, and within another minute Laura 
    was shuddering and moaning through an excruciating orgasm, with 
    Karen's lips fastened to her clit, and Karen's hands squeezing her 
    ass.  But now, as they both recovered their breath from the exquisite 
    just-concluded episode, Laura knew that it was her turn.  And, 
    twisted or not, she knew that she loved these brutal, rough-sex 
    encounters with Karen as much as Karen did.

          "Oh baby . . . oh baby," she murmured, rolling Karen onto her 
    back and rising up over her, grabbing the loose coils of rope.

          Karen's lovely face was contorted into a grimace of wild 
    expectation and fear, mingled with sublime sexual pleasure.  "Oh 
    yes," she breathed.  "Oh yes . . . do it to me.  Please."

          She was completely pliant and submissive as Laura wound the 
    rope around her silky body, gasping as Laura imprisoned her 
    scrumptious breasts in several thick, tight coils.  They jutted up 
    like two hard cones, with popping, protuberant, large black nipples, 
    and Laura lowered her own ravished, rope-marked breasts onto Karen's 
    throttled globes, brushing Karen's huge bursting nipples with her 
    soft coral buds.  The sensations drove both girls wild.  They 
    whimpered and quivered, but Laura regained control and in minutes had 
    Karen tightly bound, gagged, and immobilized.

          Then she began the slow torture of caressing Karen into an 
    hysterical state of sexual need.  It had been months since she had 
    done this, and she lavished all her skill on it, arousing them both 
    to a fever pitch in only minutes.  If anything, she proceeded even 
    more slowly than Karen had done with her, exploring every inch of the 
    girl's delicious, roped body with her hands and mouth, even sucking 
    Karen's toes until she thought Karen might have a stroke from the 
    wild excitement.  Only when she stopped did she realize, by looking 
    into Karen's swirling eyes and hearing her harsh, violent panting, 
    that Karen had almost come, just from that. 

          Oh, that would spoil everything, she thought, vowing to be more 
    careful.  She had underestimated how aroused Karen had become while 
    fucking her, Laura.  It wouldn't take much to make her explode, and 
    Laura was determined to stretch it out unbearably.  She nibbled 
    Karen's beautiful round ass, and tongue-teased her huge, swollen 
    nipples, kissing and even sucking the smooth, bulging, perfectly 
    round undersides of her extraordinary breasts, until Karen was 
    whimpering and twisting uncontrollably.

          Then Laura slid down between Karen's roped, silky black thighs 
    and began to toy with her pussy.  She had to be careful, both because 
    Karen might come, and because she herself wanted to assault, ravish, 
    fuck and swallow the delicious pink oozing cleft, to rape the girl 
    quickly and savagely, bringing them both to a swift, violent climax.  
    But she controlled the urge.

          She teased Karen's wet, black-lipped pussy and tickled Karen's 
    distended clit until the poor girl was going crazy with need.  Then 
    she slid up to Karen's luscious, strangled breasts again and 
    carefully sucked and teased her nipples.  Karen was desperate with 
    need.  Laura had never seen her beg so pitifully with her eyes, with 
    her wild, contorted groans.  She knew that now she could carry out 
    what she had been thinking of.

          Leaving Karen tightly-bound and quivering, moaning desperately, 
    on the bed, she dashed to the kitchen and quickly returned with a 
    huge cucumber and a large banana she had bought the day before.  In 
    the market, she had eyed the cucumber with the thought maybe of 
    masturbating with it herself, not knowing then that this would occur.  
    There was only one, but the banana was huge too and would work.  
    Carefully, using her cuticle scissors, she trimmed off the coarse 
    ends of the banana in front of Karen's widening eyes.

          Then she ran her finger along the hard ridges.  The banana was 
    still green, and just as hard as the cucumber.  She rubbed both of 
    them all over Karen's throttled breasts, pinching Karen's large 
    nipples between them, making her whinny hysterically.  Finally, she 
    slid between Karen's yawning thighs and pushed the cucumber slowly up 
    into the girl's tight pussy.  It was a tight fit.  Tears squirted 
    from Karen's eyes as the huge thing penetrated her.  A soft keening 
    moan came from deep in her chest. 

          Laura fucked her with it for a few mintues, but not roughly 
    enough to bring about a premature climax.  Then she opened her 
    bedstand drawer and removed a tube of K-Y jelly.  By this time, Karen 
    was so far gone in need that she barely noticed.  She was writhing 
    and trembling as Laura turned her onto her side and began to 
    lubricate her asshole with the jelly.  As soon as she could get two 
    fingers into it, she knew it was ready for the banana.  

          She slathered K-Y jelly all over the thick banana, then slipped 
    it between Karen's beautiful black buns.  Karen groaned softly as it 
    slid up into her ass.  Now she was impaled in her cunt and her ass on 
    the two huge, hard tubes, and Laura moved them both in and out of her 
    body at the same time.  

          Karen's face was slick with tears and seized with almost 
    unbearable rapture.  Laura knew she was in pain, but she also knew 
    how Karen loved it, and she could see that the girl was almost ready 
    to come at any instant.  Just a touch would make her explode.  She 
    knew she couldn't prolong it any more.  Karen was ready.  She might 
    come without help if help were too long in coming. 

          Fucking Karen with both hands, driving the cucumber deep into 
    her cunt and the banana deep into her ass, Laura's mouth fell on 
    Karen's hard, strangled breasts, sucking and biting her nipples 
    savagely.  Karen erupted in sharp spasms of coming almost 
    immediately.  

          The two of them thrashed around violently on the mattress, 
    Karen's trussed body whipping and jerking spastically as a fierce 
    orgasm gripped her, Laura on top of her, still fucking her and 
    sucking her into repeated waves of climaxes.  And then, as they had 
    done when the positions had been reversed, Laura quickly untied and 
    ungagged Karen and massaged her rope burns and kissed her freed body 
    and brought her to another long, agonizingly sweet orgasm.

          They were both drained.

          "I don't know about you, but I don't think I can go through one 
    of these more than about once a year," Karen said softly, rubbing her 
    bruises and wincing.  "It takes my pussy and my ass about a week to 
    get back to normal.  And my nipples hurt for days."

          "I know," Laura said bleakly.  "It's really sick, and we should 
    stop.  It's just . . ."

          Karen put a forefinger up to Laura's lips.  "I know.  It's just 
    that you can't help yourself.  Neither can I.  God, I come so hard, 
    so long.  It seems like it's worth it."

          Laura nodded.  But she knew they were both chastened by the 
    experience.  This was the second time they had fucked so violently, 
    and it left them feeling drained, guilty, sore, and somewhat dirty.  
    On top of that, there was the sorrow and grief from the loss of Rina, 
    which had driven them to it in the first place.  They had forgotten 
    her while they were fucking so furiously, in a white heat of 
    perverted lust, but now the thought of her death haunted them both.

          They finally parted sadly, with a lingering kiss, not knowing 
    when they would see each other again, afraid of the danger they held 
    for one another.

