Keywords: FF, cons, interr, rom
Part: Chapter 30
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance




          Even though her breasts and nipples did hurt for days, as Karen 
    had promised, reminding her of Karen's brutal passion and sharp 
    teeth, she couldn't stop touching them, as if to bring it back, to 
    prolong it, to keep it there as a safeguard against the memory of 
    Yvette.  And so she now went through about a week of almost constant 
    masturbation, more than she had ever done.

          In the morning before work, she would make herself come three 
    times before leaving her apartment, then dash home after work and do 
    it again, having at least five more orgasms before bed.  She used 
    every ingenious technique available, including the bathtub faucet, 
    coming deliriously as the warm water crashed into her exposed pussy, 
    and the fruit and vegetable bowl, resorting again to the double 
    cucumber trick more than once. 

          And she used Brandi's video until she was afraid she would wear 
    it out.  She could come at almost any part of it, masturbating while 
    listening to Brandi's voice during an interview, and also while Brandi 
    posed, showing off her incredible, huge, glossy thighs, which she had 
    actually fucked Laura with on several occasions, inspiring the most 
    hysterical, shattering climaxes.

          By focusing so single-mindedly on masturbation, on being sure 
    to get a certain number of orgasms each day, she was able to keep her 
    attention from straying to Yvette at work.  And yet, they were 
    involved in the same project, on which they had been working together 
    on the night she had touched Yvette's naked breast, causing this 
    terrible uneasiness between them.

          They smiled and acted businesslike toward each other at work.  
    But now, they were thrown together again, on the second part of the 
    project.  Working closely with the girl, Laura almost buckled under 
    the strain, knowing Yvette mistrusted her, knowing also that Yvette 
    knew she, Laura, wanted her unbearably.  Luckily, this time there 
    were two more members of the team, so Laura and Yvette weren't alone 
    together too much.

          But on the second day, when the other two went to lunch, and 
    Laura was alone with Yvette in the office, she suddenly felt 
    Yvette's hand on the back of her neck.  She froze, then relaxed, 
    turning her head, her eyes full of questions.

          Yvette's dark eyes throbbed with meaning.  "Remember that 
    night," she whispered.

          "I can't forget it," Laura whispered back.

          Yvette's face came close to hers.  "I can't either."

          They knew they were alone, even though the door wasn't shut.  
    Yvette's sensual mouth was only inches from Laura's.  She moved it 
    even closer.

          "Someone might be watching us," Laura whispered.

          "I know."

          Yvette straighened up.  She walked to the office door and shut 
    it.  Then she came back.  This time she took Laura's face in both 
    hands and kissed Laura's mouth aggressively, slipping her tongue 
    inside as soon as Laura's lips parted.

          But then, as if shocked out of a trance by what she had done, 
    she pulled back, wiping her mouth, her face distraught and stricken 
    with dismay.

          "My god, what am I doing?" she said out loud.

          "It's all right," Laura said calmly.  "Maybe you just . . . 
    lost control for a second.  Don't worry.  It never happened."

          Yvette looked confused, like a frightened animal.  "Oh god," 
    she said in a small voice.

          Laura took her hand.  She raised it to her mouth and kissed the 
    palm, exactly the way Yvette had kissed her palm that night.  Her 
    eyes looked deeply into Yvette's.

          "I . . . wanted to," Yvette whispered.

          "I know."

          Slowly, their lips came together again.  This time it was a 
    tender, aching kiss that grew very slowly more passionate and 
    exploratory.  But they knew they must cut it short.  This time when 
    their lips drew apart, Yvette's eyes were shiny with sexual 
    excitement.

          "I've never kissed another . . ."

          "I know."

          After an awkward moment, Laura excused herself to go to the 
    bathroom, and to give Yvette a few minutes alone to compose herself.  
    When she returned, Yvette too was gone.  She returned a few minutes 
    later, and they resumed work with the team.  To Laura it was amazing 
    how they pretended that nothing had happened.  If we had been alone, 
    we would have done it, she thought.  I know we would have.  She 
    wanted to.

          But would she still want to?  Later?  Some other time?  Or 
    would her shame and embarrassment over what she had done get the 
    better of her?  Laura had no way of knowing.  Yvette would not meet 
    her eyes.  The afternoon seemed to last forever.

          When it was time to go home, Yvette waited until the others 
    had left.  Then she approached Laura.  

          "I called my husband and asked him to pick up my little girl," 
    she said, bashfully.  "I told him I'm working late."

          Laura's pulse accelerated so fast that she nearly had to sit 
    down.  She couldn't believe what was happening.

          "Why don't we have dinner at my place?" she suggested flatly, 
    as if they could continue to discuss the project that way.

          "Fine," Yvette said.

          Yvette drove them both there in her car.  They barely spoke, 
    and Laura realized she herself was just as nervous as Yvette.  
    Inside her apartment, they were more nervous than ever.  Laura didn't 
    know why she felt this way.  She had gone through this before, with 
    Karen and Rina.  But Yvette was different.  Was it because she was 
    married, with a child?

          Laura didn't know.

          "Want a drink?" she offered.

          "I thought you'd never ask."

          "You don't have to wait for me to ask," Laura smiled.  "I 
    really like you.  You can have anything you want."

          She only realized it had sexual innuendoes after she said it.  
    And now both of them were more uncomfortable than ever.  Laura made 
    them each a martini, hoping it would loosen them up, knowing how much 
    Yvette seemed to love martinis.

          They smiled and clinked glasses.  Then they went into Laura's 
    living room, sitting across from each other as they had done that 
    night.

          "You know what I'd like," Laura said softly, as if musing 
    aloud.  "Just to take up where we were before, you know?  When you 
    were wearing that old cut-off sweatshirt of mine?  And we were just 
    sitting here . . . joking?"

          "Have you still got it?"

          "Of course."

          "I'm game," Yvette almost whispered, but her eyes betrayed her 
    excitement.  "But it's no fair for me to sit here half-naked.  What 
    about you?"

          Laura almost shivered.  She was thrilled by the way Yvette 
    accepted the game.

          "I think I can find something to put on," she said. 
 
          From the bedroom she retrieved the cut-off sweatshirt and gave 
    it to Yvette.

          "You can change in the bathroom," she winked.  "But I am going 
    to miss the business suit and the sneakers.  I never told you how 
    fetching that is."

          Now Yvette smiled flirtatiously.  "I'm glad you think so."

          In her bedroom, Laura leaned against the wall and took several 
    deep breaths.  It was hard to believe things were going so smoothly.  
    They were both still nervous, but the martinis had solved part of the 
    problem, and they were beginning to relax and be comfortable with 
    each other.

          Quickly she removed her clothes, except for her panties, and 
    slipped on a top she had once bought but never had the courage to 
    wear.  It was made of red and black woven wool rope, showing plenty 
    of skin, the weave denser over her nipples but wide everywhere else.  
    It was almost the sexiest thing she had ever seen.  The full round 
    sweep her hard jutting young breasts was almost completley visible.

          She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.  She winked at 
    herself.  I'll have her in this bed in twenty minutes, she told 
    herself.

          Yvette was still in the bathroom when Laura got back to the 
    living room.  She made them each a fresh martini.  Now, no more of 
    these, she thought, or we'll ruin it.

          When she returned with them to the living room, Yvette was 
    there, sitting as before with her long legs curled up under her on 
    the sofa.  

          "God, what a great top," she said as Laura handed her the fresh 
    martini.

          Her eyes lingered on the visible portions of Laura's breasts 
    under the netting.  

          "I've always been too shy to wear it," Laura confessed.  "Until 
    now."

          "You shouldn't be shy.  Not with a body like that."

          Yvette's eyes wandered up and down Laura's body.  Laura 
    realized that while she had seen Yvette this way before, Yvette had 
    never seen her.  

          "Can I sit down here?" she asked, sitting at the other end of 
    the sofa.

          Yvette said nothing.  Her eyes were smoky with fear and hunger 
    and excitement and dread.  Laura couldn't keep her eyes from 
    dropping, as they had on that other night, to the perfect, sculptured 
    round bottoms of the girl's breasts that were visible under the 
    frayed fringe of the sweatshirt.  

          "You are really breathtakingly lovely," she said softly to 
    Yvette.  "I don't mean to embarrass you, but you're so beautiful."

          Yvette broke out into a broad grin.  "You think so?"

          Laura nodded.

          "Because I think you're way more beautiful than me.  I couldn't 
    believe you'd be . . . attracted to me, even if it wasn't so . . . 
    you know, so . . ."

          "Unnatural?"

          "No," Yvette shook her head.  "Just . . . odd, I guess."

          Laura ran one finger along Yvette's brown foot, then up her 
    extraordinarily perfect calf to her knee.

          "I can't get over that wild top," Yvette said.  "How does it 
    go on."

          "Just slips on," Laura said.  She got a quick idea.  "Want to 
    see?"

          Yvette said nothing.  Her eyes were shiny.  She was slightly 
    drunk, but still in control.

          Laura pulled the net top slowly up her body, over her naked 
    breasts, then up over her head, shaking her hair free. 
 
          "See?"

          Slightly shocked, Yvette just stared at Laura's half-naked 
    body, her eyes caressing Laura's jutting breasts and swelling coral 
    nipples.  But Laura was suddenly uncomfortable.  God, what do I do 
    now? she wondered.

          Slowly, Yvette put down her half-full martini glass on the 
    lamp table.  Then she unfolded her long, incredible legs and 
    stretched them out, moving down the sofa next to Laura.  Her eyes 
    still shiny, and her sensual lips half-parted, she moved her face 
    closer and closer to Laura's, until Laura met her halfway, and their 
    mouths came together in a warm, expressive kiss that quickly turned 
    hotter.

          But still the only parts of their bodies that touched were 
    their mouths.  When the kiss stopped, they didn't pull back.  
    Instead, Laura whispered against Yvette's silky black cheek.

          "Can I feel how flat your stomach is, like I did last time?"

          Solemnly, Yvette nodded.  Laura put her hand on the girl's 
    smooth, warm midriff, feeling the firm muscles of her belly.  Then, 
    slowly, she raised her hand, letting the other hand join it, bringing 
    them both up under the fringed sweatshirt and cupping both of 
    Yvette's naked breasts, squeezing them gently.

          They kissed again, this time with coiling, writhing tongues, 
    and while they kissed Laura slowly pulled the sweatshirt up to 
    Yvette's chin, then over her head as they pulled briefly apart.  Now 
    both girls were totally naked except for their panties.

          Laura could barely reign in her strong desire as she saw 
    Yvette's beautiful, smooth, dark brown body, her breasts exquisite 
    upswept globes with puffy black nipples.  She kissed Yvette's swan-
    like neck, then her  bare round shoulder, then lifted one perfect 
    breast in her palm and lowered her lips to it.

          "Oh!  Ohhhh!" Yvette gasped softly as Laura began to tongue 
    and suck her nipple.

          Her hands came up to cup Laura's breasts too, and she squeezed 
    and caressed them as Laura sucked, but soon she had to stop.  Laura 
    knew what she was doing, and her intention was to overwhelm Yvette 
    so thoroughly with sexual stimulation that the girl would come 
    quickly and hard, and several times.  Still sucking and tongueing and 
    squeezing both of Yvette's exquisite breasts, she pushed the girl 
    back into the soft sofa cushions and began removing Yvette's panties 
    while she sucked.

          Laura's skill, and the newness of the experience, aroused 
    Yvette so much that she was twisting and moaning uncontrollably in 
    about a minute.  And Laura too was nearly carried away by desire.  
    The girl was incredibly beautiful, and her big, swelling, bursting 
    nipples filled Laura's mouth.

          "Ohhnnn . . . oh god . . . you're going to make me come!" 
    Yvette whimpered, writhing, pushing her breasts up into Laura's 
    face.

          "I sure am," Laura murmured.

          "No . . . I mean now!" she moaned.

          Laura realized that Yvette was going to come just from this.  
    Just a little help would send her over.  She had Yvette's panties 
    only halfway down the girl's firm, smooth thighs, but she quickly 
    slid her hand back up to Yvette's wet pussy.  

          "Oh . . . suck hard, suck hard!" Yvette panted, her pelvis 
    gyrating frantically as she drew close to an orgasm.

          Laura knew just how hard to suck, and her fingers found the 
    hard little berry of Yvette's clit.  She rubbed it sharply, and 
    Yvette burst with a violent uprush of coming.

          "Ungghh . . . oh!  Anngghiieeeee!" she cried out, her lovely 
    body flexing and shuddering as fierce spasms wracked her flesh.

          Her back arched and her pelvis quivered as the spasms shot 
    through her.  Laura quickly slid the girl's panties off while Yvette 
    was still coming, because she wanted to keep her on the plateau.  She 
    slid between Yvette's yawning thighs and pressed her mouth to the 
    girl's pussy, the most beautifully-shaped pussy she had ever kissed.
  
          It was long, with glossy black lips curving in a parabola that 
    concealed a hot pink center.  Swollen and flaring from its hood at 
    the top was a thick, bulbous clit that Laura attacked immediately 
    with her tongue, quickly bringing Yvette to another gasping, 
    whinnying climax.  

          Now Laura slid her hands under the girl's gorgeous buns and 
    squeezed them while stabbing her tongue deep into the fiery, runny 
    furrow of Yvette's cunt.  She didn't want Yvette to stop coming, 
    and she knew how to keep it going.  God, I just know this girl has a 
    g-spot, she suddenly realized.  She comes so hard and so fast.  I 
    know I can find it.

          Still sucking and tonguing Yvette's cuntlips, Laura slid one 
    finger up into her cunt, turning her palm to her face and pressing 
    the inner wall of Yvette's pussy with the tip of her finger, 
    searching, searching.  She remembered when she had once found Rina's 
    g-spot this way, and Rina had nearly gone insane with coming.

          And she didn't know exactly why, but it worked again.  Already 
    building toward a third climax, Yvette's luscious body suddenly 
    stiffened.  A throttled scream came from deep in her throat, and she 
    began flipping and surging and coming in violent shocks, an orgasm so 
    severe that she nearly propelled them both off the sofa with her wild 
    motion.

          "Ungghh!  Ohnnngg god!  Unaahnnggiiieeeee!  Oh . . . oh Laura!  
    Oh!  Auunggnnggiieeee!  Oh Jesus!  Anngghaaaiieee!"

          From huge, shattering waves of bliss it soon subsided into more 
    rolling shocks, then into involuntary trembling as she slowly 
    returned to calm, her breath slowly coming back to normal.  Her 
    cheeks were slick with tears, which she didn't realize until her 
    orgasms passed.  Then she noticed because Laura was kissing the tears 
    away.

          "Oh god . . ." she gasped, hugging and kissing Laura.  "I never 
    knew it was possible to come like that."

          Laura kissed her back.  "I didn't know you'd come like that 
    either, but I wanted to try."

          "But what about you, what about you?" Yvette smiled, brimming 
    over with wild sexual excitement.

          She kissed Laura's neck and shoulders, then dropped her mouth 
    to Laura's breasts.

          "I've never done this," she murmured.

          "Do you want to?"

          "God, yes."

          "Just do what you want to do," Laura whispered.

          Yvette needed little encouragement.  Starting slowly, 
    tenderly, within moments she was devouring Laura's sensitive nipples, 
    digging her fingers into Laura's springy, round breasts and sucking 
    hard, bringing Laura to the brink in under a minute.  Laura looked 
    down, her lust heightened by watching Yvette's hungry mouth on her 
    saliva-wet breasts, by watching her nipples inside Yvette's mouth 
    and feeling the wild spurts of sexual mania it inspired at the same 
    time. 

          "Oh . . . Yvette," she gasped, arching her back and sighing 
    with bliss.  "Ohhhhh!"

          "God, you're so beautiful," Yvette murmured, sliding down, 
    down Laura's body.

          Laura opened her thighs, letting the girl slip between them.  
    At first Yvette was again hesitant, but in a few seconds she slid 
    her tongue deep into Laura's wet, aching pussy, and Laura surrendered 
    completely, moaning and digging her fingers into her thigh muscles as 
    she uptilted her cunt to Yvette's mouth and gyrated her pelvis 
    slowly in gentle fuck-motions.

          "Ohhh . . . oh god, Yvette," she gasped.

          "I don't know what to do," Yvette murmured softly.  "Should I 
    suck it?"

          "Yes!  Do everything!  Oh!  Oh!"

          Yvette sucked Laura's clit between her lips, and in seconds 
    Laura came sharply, gasping and whimpering in ecstatic shocks as her 
    climax wrenched her writhing body.  

          "Auungghhh!  Oh!  Auungghhnneeee!" she cried out, coming in hot 
    torrents.

          Then she was pulling Yvette up, pressing their hot, naked 
    bodies together, kissing her hard, and hand-fucking her, fucking 
    Yvette's pussy hard and fast, bringing the girl to another climax in 
    under a minute.  Yvette came, gasping and whinnying into Laura's 
    neck, her long sinuous body shaking and quivering as waves of ecstacy 
    passed through her smooth flesh.

          "God, you made me come four times," she exclaimed, when she got 
    her breath back.

          She was still clinging to Laura, kissing her, fondling her, 
    unable to get enough of this exciting new experience.

          "I promise you," Laura said softly, "that if you take my clit 
    in your lips and just suck me softly but constantly, and give it a 
    little tongue at the same time, that I can come four times before you 
    let go."

          "Really?"

          Laura kissed her passionately.  "Yvette, I can almost come 
    just looking in your eyes.  That's how much I want you."

          Yvette quickly slid back down between Laura's yawning thighs, 
    and this time she made love to Laura's pussy, kissing and exploring 
    it fully, caressing it, stroking it tenderly with her tongue, until 
    Laura was nearly climbing the wall.  She came before Yvette was even 
    able to do what she requested, and then when Yvette did begin slowly 
    sucking and tonguing her clit, she came again three times in rapid 
    succession, moaning and sighing and quivering sharply with each sharp 
    spasm.

          She could have come even more, but she realized that they had 
    reached a plateau, and needed a little rest.  They cuddled together, 
    enjoying a warm intimacy.  Laura wondered if Yvette didn't have the 
    most beautiful body of any of the girls she had fucked.  Of course, 
    Brandi had the most spectacular body, and Rina, dear Rina, had been 
    almost perfect.  But Yvette was long and sinuous, with smooth, deep 
    chocolate skin, small round breasts, a fantastic round ass, and legs 
    that made Laura's throat catch.  She also had the most beautiful 
    pussy.

          And Laura spent a long time telling her how beautiful her body 
    was.

          "As beautiful as the other ones?" Yvette teased softly.  "I 
    mean, you've had other girls, haven't you.  Other women."

          Laura nodded.

          "Are you a lesbian, then?"

          "Believe it or not, I have a boyfriend," Laura said.

          "Really.  You do it with men too?  You know, if I'd known it 
    was like this with girls, I don't know if I'd have ever got married."
          "Doesn't your husband fuck you good?"

          Yvette shut her eyes and sighed.  "He never made me come by 
    just sucking my boobs," she murmured.

          "I guess you'll have to come to me for that," Laura said, 
    cupping the marvels in her hands, lowering her mouth again to the 
    protruding, thick black nipples.  

          "Oh god . . . you're making me horny again," Yvette panted.  
    "How can I be horny after coming that many times?"

          "Oh baby, you've hardly started," Laura whispered.

          "What do you mean?  Ohhhhh!"

          Laura dipped her hand into the girl's crotch, quickly finding 
    her soupy pussy and taut little clit again, scissoring the 
    swollen bud between two fingers while she toyed with one 
    delicious big nipple, curling her tongue around it, then 
    sucking it gently, then more insistently, until it was hard 
    and rubbery, the center stem pointing and stiff. 

          Yvette's eyes glazed over again as her body began 
    involuntarily twisting and undulating.  Laura realized 
    something she had learned before but forgotten.  The reason 
    Yvette could come this way with Laura but not her husband 
    was that he didn't suck her nipples long enough to bring her 
    to a climax.  She came easily and fast, but you had to be 
    willing to take her there.

          "Oh!  Oh!  God . . . I'm going to come again, Laura!  
    Oh god!  Do it hard!  Harder . . . harder!"

          Laura sucked her other nipple the same way, just 
    rubbing Yvette's pussy gently, and after about three more 
    minutes, Yvette came, a soft, feathery, blooming orgasm that 
    seemed to envelop her in waves of bliss.  It also lasted 
    longer than the others, almost a full thirty seconds, while 
    her luscious body undulated and twisted and Laura caressed 
    and sucked her beautiful breasts.

          Finally, the pleasure died away.  Still glassy-eyed, 
    Yvette looked at Laura.  

          "Since the baby, my nipples are less sensitive and I 
    need to have them sucked harder," she said.  "God, I never 
    felt anything like that.  I never had an orgasm like that in 
    my life.  It just seemed to ooze and flow through my body 
    forever."

          Laura realized that she wanted Yvette in the old, hot, 
    pussy-to-pussy way, the way she knew would make them both 
    dissolve in ecstacy, welded together in a single, 
    incandescent moment of nearly unbearable bliss.

          "I want to make you come like that again and again," 
    she murmured, moving her legs and Yvette's, knowing how 
    aroused she already was, and guessing that she could bring 
    Yvette back up to that intensity pretty quickly.

          They kissed again, a long, searching, passionate kiss, 
    and while they kissed Laura maneuvered Yvette's thigh up 
    over hers and inched forward, knowing what would happen the 
    instant Yvette felt Laura's open, wet cunt touch her own. 
  
          When it happened, Yvette froze momentarily.  Her eyes 
    rolled up behind her lids, and her sensual mouth went slack.

          "Oh Jesus!" she breathed. 

          Laura held her, dropping her mouth again to one of 
    Yvette's beautiful small breasts and sucking her nipple, 
    very hard this time, sucking a big chunk of the hard round 
    ball into her mouth too.  Yvette sagged in her arms, nearly 
    swooning, and to bring her back Laura began churning her hips 
    slowly, pushing the wet warm meat of her pussy into 
    Yvette's, fucking her in a simmering, undulating rhythm.

          Yvette responded very quickly, churning back, moaning 
    softly and kissing Laura's neck, digging her fingers into 
    Laura's back.

          "Oh god fuck me Laura fuck me," she whimpered to Laura, 
    almost overcome by the intensity of the sensations. 

          "Fuck me back," Laura murmured, turning up the heat by 
    sucking Yvette's other breast just as hard, then jamming her 
    flowing pussy into Yvette's hot, wet gash, pumping more 
    vigorously.

          Laura too was nearly overcome.  She had initiated it, 
    but she barely had control.  Her body flooded with wild 
    sexual pleasure, and the feeling of Yvette's silky, naked, 
    black body pressed everywhere against her own naked flesh 
    sent her into a delirium of smouldering passion.  

          They resisted the feverish urgency they both felt, and 
    instead melted together into a sublimely slow rhythm, kissing 
    one another with exquisite sensitivity while their mated 
    groins moved slowly in unison, bringing them closer and 
    closer to a rapturous climax.  As they began to whimper and 
    pump more excitedly, Laura dropped her hand between them, 
    knowing she could guide their two clits together.

          She clipped her own between two fingers and pushed it 
    into Yvette's hard little berry, pulling her hand up and 
    jamming her cunt into Yvette's.

          "Ohhnnn!" Yvette cried out.  "Oh Jesus!"

          They pumped . . . quivered . . . moaned . . . pumped.   
    And suddenly they both erupted in whinnying convulsions of 
    coming.

          "Oh!  Oh god . . . anngghhiieeee!  Oh yes!  
    Ungghhhaaieee!" Yvette cried, climaxing in wild undulations.

          Laura came only seconds afterward, feeling a huge cloud 
    of white-hot ecstacy swell up and burst deep inside her 
    pussy, then fill her trembling body with intense bliss. 

          "Ohhnnggg . . . auunggnn, oh yes oh Yvetteaaa unhhh!  
    Oh oh god oh yes!" she panted and groaned, her flesh 
    shuddering with rapture.

          Still clinging together, quivering and moaning, they 
    fell on their sides on the bed, somehow unwilling to stop 
    fucking even after such a fierce explosion of ecstacy.  They 
    swarmed over each other, kissing and sucking and groping, 
    hand-fucking each other, then turning to a sixty-nine 
    position and eating each other until they both came again, 
    each girl crying out in a sharp agony of bliss.

          By the time they next rested, each girl had climaxed 
    about fifteen times.  They were exhausted, and Yvette still 
    couldn't believe she had come that much.

          "God, do you realize how many times you made me come?" 
    she asked, wide-eyed, smiling.

          "Oh, I'd say fifteen or so.  I came just about as 
    many."

          "Is that normal with you?  So many?"

          Laura smiled.  "I once came twenty-eight times."

          "God, I don't believe it."

          "You will," Laura grinned.  "I'm not finished with you.  
    I wouldn't dare let you leave without coming at least twenty 
    times.  How could I be sure you'd come back?"

          Yvette kissed her hotly.  "Laura, if it wasn't for my 
    little girl, I'd never leave."

          Laura gave her a back rub.  Yvette had a beautiful 
    back, shapely and smooth, tapering to a tiny waist, then 
    culminating in a magnificent ass.  Her buns were smallish but 
    perfectly round and high, and when Laura began kissing them, 
    she could almost hear the floods begin again in Yvette's 
    pussy.

          In about a minute, Yvette was moaning, twisting, 
    clenching her asscheeks.   Laura slipped a pillow under her 
    belly to elevate her ass slightly, and bring her pussy up 
    too.  Then she pulled the girl's beautiful dark moons apart 
    and began exploring the crack of Yvette's ass with her 
    tongue.

          "Oooohhhh!" Yvette squealed.  "Oh god!  What are you 
    doing!  God . . . nobody's ever done that to me before!  
    Ungghh!  God, it feels so good!  Oh Laura!"

          "Do you want me to stop?" Laura murmured.

          "God . . . no!  Ahhhnnggg!  Oh!"

          By now Laura was tongue-fucking the girl's asshole, 
    giving Yvette sensations she had never imagined, let alone 
    experienced.  She squirmed frantically, her twisting, sleek 
    body arousing Laura even more.  Laura began licking her pussy 
    too, running her tongue up and down, stabbing quickly in, 
    then moving to the other orifice, stabbing there.  Yvette 
    went wild.

          Her luscious smooth body writhed and quivered, and hot 
    moans of feverish lust came from her throat.  Now Laura slid 
    one long forefinger into the girl's asshole while tonguing 
    her clit frantically at the same time.  Yvette's body 
    arched, shuddered, and she began to come in torrents, 
    whinnying helplessly as her pelvis pumped and quaked.

          "Auuunnggghh!  Ohhnnnggiieeee!" she cried out, her face 
    torn with ecstacy as Laura continued to fuck her hard, 
    bringing her to another climax.

          When it was finished, she rolled off the pillow and 
    swarmed over Laura with a passion she hadn't shown until now, 
    devouring Laura hungrily, sucking her breasts and then eating 
    Laura's pussy with sharp eagerness, sucking Laura's clit 
    until Laura was screaming with ecstacy, then sliding her own 
    finger up into Laura's ass and raping Laura into another 
    quick climax.

          Only Karen in her most lust-consumed moods had equaled 
    Yvette's aggressive fucking, among Laura's female lovers.  
    Laura could do nothing but yield to the girl, surrendering 
    her body to Yvette's mouth and hands, moaning deliriously as 
    Yvette's fingers probed her ass and pussy and Yvette's lips 
    tormented her sensitive nipples, bringing her to climax after 
    climax, until she was an aching, shuddering, whimpering 
    wreck, groaning and sobbing, her cheeks streaked with tears, 
    through a culminating orgasm that left her breathless and 
    pale, sprawled helplessly across the sheets under Yvette's 
    crouching, feline black body.

          Through the blur of her involuntary tears, she looked 
    up at Yvette.  "God . . . I can't remember the last time 
    anybody fucked me like that," she gasped.

          "I . . . I'm sorry.  I didn't hurt you, did I?"

          Laura smiled and pulled Yvette down on top of her, 
    luxuriating in the feel of the girl's long naked body 
    pressing against her everywhere.

          "I'll give you ten years to stop doing that to me," she 
    whispered.  "I thought I'd never stop coming."

          "I had to help you catch up," Yvette grinned.  But 
    then she turned pensive.  "You've fucked with other girls 
    before, though, haven't you," she said softly.

          Laura nodded slowly.  "Two."  She didn't include Brandi, 
    because Brandi was in the public eye.  She didn't want to 
    damage Brandi's reputation, in any way.

          "And neither one of them fucked you like that?"

          Laura shook her head, lying further.  Because Karen had 
    several times fucked her so hard she could barely walk 
    afterward.  And Brandi had made her pass out twice.  But she 
    didn't want to describe either experience to Yvette.  The 
    girl had just brought Laura to five or six excruciating 
    orgasms in a row, and there was no way she could diminish 
    them.

          "No one like you," she said, kissing Yvette hotly 
    again.  

          "I wish I could believe you," Yvette sighed, her eyes 
    rolling up as Laura again began to caress her body.  "I can't 
    believe my body still wants you, still wants more."

          "You want more?" Laura teased.

          "I want you to fuck me forever.  I never wanted a man 
    to do that.  Oh!  Oh!"

          Laura had not forgotten Yvette's secret g-spot.  She 
    knew they couldn't keep up this pace, that soon Yvette would 
    leave, and that getting her back into this bed would be 
    tough.  She wanted to devour every scrumptious inch of the 
    girl's silky body again, so that if she could no longer have 
    it, she would at least have the memory of this night.

          And this time she was the one in control, the one 
    performing the rape.  She sucked Yvette's delicious, bulbous 
    nipples so hard that Yvette winced and cried out, while 
    still begging her to do it harder.  And her finger inside 
    Yvette's flowing pussy quickly found the spot, reducing the 
    girl to quivering, whimpering jelly in just seconds.  
    Clinging to Laura, shuddering, whinnying helplessly, Yvette 
    climaxed four more times in only a few minutes, unable to 
    stop as Laura coaxed each fierce orgasm from her trembling 
    body.

          Finally, the exhausted girl could not even drag herself 
    up off the mattress.

          "God, I've had more climaxes tonight than I had all 
    last year," she groaned softly.  "I lost count when I hit 
    twenty."

          Laura stretched out next to her, knowing she was on the 
    edge of another vibrant, wrenching orgasm herself as a result 
    of what she had done to Yvette, luxuriating in the feel of 
    the girl's wonderful smooth flesh, kissing Yvette with deep 
    feeling.

          "You had way more than that," she whispered, pulling 
    Yvette's hand down between her thighs, so Yvette could feel 
    her wetness.  "Ahhh!" she gasped as Yvette's fingers touched 
    her pussy, then caressed her clit.

          "Oh baby, you're close," Yvette murmured.

          "Yes."

          "You want me to suck it?" she asked, again bringing a 
    low moan of need from Laura's throat with her finger on 
    Laura's clit.

          "Yes. Hard."

          "Do you want me to do anything else?  To make it 
    stronger?"

          "Fuck me," Laura panted.  "Just fuck me hard and fast.  
    I want you.  I love you to fuck me, Yvette.  I can't stand 
    the thought of it being over."

          "Oh Laura."

          Yvette did fuck her, overcoming her shyness and this 
    time raping Laura even more thoroughly than she had the last 
    time, giving Laura a sequence of orgasms that left her limp 
    and throbbing.  She was unable to speak, exhausted from 
    coming repeatedly, aching with the afterglow of white-hot 
    sexual explosions.

          "I don't know how I can leave," Yvette finally 
    murmured bleakly.

          "You can come back," Laura suggested, trying not to 
    betray her desperation.

          "It's like an affair.  I never thought I'd have an 
    affair.  Especially with another woman."

          "Just think of it as special.  Not necessarily an 
    affair.  Just a special experience."

          Yvette broke into a grin.  "I'll say it's special," 
    she said.  "I never came twenty-five times in one night 
    before.  I never even came more than twice."

          "I guess you'll have to come back, then."

          "Try and keep me away.  I can't wait to come back."  

    She bent close and kissed Laura tenderly.  "I don't want you 
    to think it's only because you made me come all those times.  
    It was the way I came, too.  I never had orgasms like those.  
    I really mean it.  I thought I was going to die or something, 
    each time."

          "I'll die until I see you again," Laura whispered.

          Yvette dressed, and their parting at Laura's door was 
    painful and full of tears.

          

