Keywords: FF, cons, interr, rom
Part: Chapter 49
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance

Chapter 49


          Her body was so sore and achy after this encounter that Laura 
    found herself appalled at what they had done to each other.  How can 
    we keep doing that? she wondered.  Her breasts had red circles 
    around them where the tight thongs had been, and her nipples 
    throbbed with pain.  Her asshole was still wide open and burning. 
 
          And she wondered how Karen must feel.  Whipped in her pussy! 
    she thought.  And I did it!  How could I do that?

          And yet, she knew perfectly well how.  She and Karen could 
    perform almost any sexual torture on each other, as long as it 
    didn't draw blood.  Laura found herself remembering in detail 
    Karen's fierce paroxysms of pleasure/pain as the whip landed on her 
    open, vulnerable pussy, on her clit, and as she erupted in wild 
    convulsions of coming.

          The thought aroused her so much that she almost had to 
    masturbate.  God, could I ever do that? she wondered.  Let her . . . 
    whip me there?  A hot shiver gripped her flesh.  She tried not to 
    think about it. 

          And the very next day, Friday, something happened to distract 
    her from it completely.  She had carefully avoided Jonelle since 
    their night together, and Jonelle's reaction to it.  She had avoided 
    her more to prevent an increase of the pain she already felt, more 
    than to embarrass or protect Jonelle.

          But on Friday at work, Jonelle actually showed up at Laura's 
    cubicle.  Laura was shocked to see her.  She blushed, and her pulse 
    accelerated wildly with excitement.

          "Jonelle!"

          "Hi," Jonelle said, shyly.

          "Come in.  Sit down."

          "No.  Only meant just to drop by."  She smiled.  She was 
    totally gorgeous.  Laura yearned for her, ached for her.  "I was 
    just wondering . . ." 

          "Yes?"  Anything! Laura was thinking.  Anything for you!

          "You know, I got a call from my little boy."  She looked down 
    at her hands, twisting her fingers.  "He's having such a good time . 
    . . he wants to stay another week."

          "Oh good.  I'm glad he's having fun."

          "So I was thinking . . . maybe I could, you know, like come 
    over to dinner . . . or something."

          Jonelle wouldn't look at Laura.  She looked away, painfully 
    embarrassed.  Only now did Laura realize how hard it had been for 
    her to say this, or to be there at all.

          Laura reached out and took one of Jonelle's hands in both of 
    hers, forcing Jonelle to look at her.  She tried to say it all with 
    her eyes, which were pulsing with deep emotion, and a little lust 
    too.

          "Please come over for dinner," she said evenly.  "I'll expect 
    you at six."

          Laura felt a flutter in her throat and didn't dare to say any 
    more.  Jonelle nodded.  Laura knew that if the girl weren't already 
    so black, she would be blushing. 
 
          "Is that okay?" Laura croaked, blushing herself.

          God, I held this girl's naked body in my arms while she came 
    and came.  She had her tongue up my pussy.  Why are we acting this 
    way?

          Jonelle smiled a shy, ambiguous smile.  "I'll be there at 
    six," she almost whispered, then turned and vanished.

          At first, Laura was exhilarated, wildly happy.  Then, 
    suddenly, she remembered her session with Karen.  She ran to the 
    bathroom, and inside a stall actually removed her bra to check the 
    red circles around her breasts.  They were nearly gone, but if you 
    looked closely you could still see the pinkish curves.

          It'll be dark, she told herself.  God, how could I have done 
    that!  What if she notices?  I'll just have to keep the lights low, 
    or off.  God, I can't believe she's coming.

          After work she made a quick dash by the supermarket to pick up 
    the makings of a simple dinner.  Then she hurried home, getting 
    there only ten minutes before six.  She had only enough time to put 
    the food away before the downstairs buzzer rang.

          She buzzed it to let Jonelle in, then looked in a mirror 
    quickly, brushing her hair back, trying to look desirable.  I want 
    her to want me, she thought.  Maybe she does want me.  Otherwise, 
    why would she be here?  But I can't assume.  Even though I feel like 
    a schoolgirl, wanting her to like me.

          "Hi," she smiled, opening the door.

          Jonelle smiled very broadly, and came in.  "Gosh, I'm glad you 
    invited me," she confessed.  "I thought you might just, you know, 
    turn away, after last time.  What I said."

          "What did you say?  I don't even remember."

          "Good.  Then we can start fresh."

          "Sure," Laura said, nervously, fearing she looked too horny, 
    or lustful, or something.  "I just picked up some dinner things at 
    the store.  Does chicken sound all right?"

          "To tell the truth, I'm really not very hungry," Jonelle said.

          They looked at each other.  They had barely moved from Laura's 
    front door.  Their eyes were locked, throbbing together, their 
    longing for each other almost palpable in the air.

          Slowly, Laura raised one hand to Jonelle's incredible face, 
    but before her fingers could touch Jonelle's cheek, Jonelle moved 
    forward, brought her mouth up close to Laura's, and they quickly 
    melted into a long, emotional, then sexual kiss.

          Nothing touched but their mouths, until halfway through the 
    kiss they came together, holding one another so tightly that they 
    were panting when they pulled apart.

          "Jonelle, I love you," Laura whispered in her ear.

          "Don't say that."

          "I can't help it."

          "I . . . love you too.  I don't know why."

          Both of them felt tears welling up.  Laura embraced Jonelle 
    and kissed her again, this time a scorching, demanding, sexual kiss 
    that expressed the depth of her lust.  When their mouths parted this 
    time, Jonelle whispered against Laura's cheek. 

          "Let's have dinner later," she whispered.  "I want to do it 
    with you."

          They went to Laura's bedroom, and Laura shut the door.  The 
    feelings were still awkward.  They were both fully clothed.  It 
    wasn't dark yet.  God, she'll see the marks on my breasts, Laura 
    thought.  She went to Jonelle, who was dressed in an old-fashioned 
    style dress, with frilled sleeves and a high collar with lace around 
    it.  She looked amazingly fetching.

          Laura kissed her long, dark, smooth neck and slowly pulled 
    Jonelle's zipper open from the nape of her neck down to her 
    tailbone, opening a big gap in the dress.

          "What a fantastic dress," she said, beginning to kiss the 
    shapely miracle of Jonelle's half-naked back.

          Together they slipped the dress off.  While Laura was kissing 
    her neck, her shoulders, her back, her arms, every part of Jonelle 
    her lips could reach, Jonelle was unbuttoning Laura's blouse and 
    removing it.  Neither one was in a hurry this time, though Laura, as 
    she felt Jonelle's fingers toying with the clasp of her bra, began 
    to turn up the heat, unwilling to let Jonelle see the pink marks on 
    her body.

          She grew more passionate, quickly removing Jonelle's thin bra 
    and pinning Jonelle on her back on the bed, then lowering her mouth 
    to the girl's thick, plump nipples and the small swellings of her 
    breasts, sucking first one whole breast, then the other, deep into 
    her mouth.

          "Ohhhh!" Jonelle moaned, twisting, sighing.  "God," she 
    whimpered, "I dreamed of you doing this."

          "Mmmmm, I did too," Laura murmured, remembering how Jonelle 
    liked to have her nipples sucked hard, and sucking them so hard that 
    harsh, high-pitched mewlings escaped from Jonelle's throat, and she 
    began to squirm uncontrollably.

          "Oh!  Oh!  God . . . Laura, yes!  Please!  Oh please, quick!" 
    she moaned, crazy with need.

          And of course her beautiful, slender, undulating body drove 
    Laura's own desire to a fever pitch.  She quickly slid Jonelle's 
    panties down her long, lean legs and slipped between them.  Her 
    tongue found the blossoming pink cleft of Jonelle's long shapely 
    pussy and slithered up into it, making the girl groan and twist 
    excitedly.

          "Oh . . . Laura, yes!  Unngghh!  Ohhhh!"

          Laura knew Jonelle was about to come.  She knew Jonelle had 
    fantasized about this moment, and become so aroused that the merest 
    touch of Laura's tongue on her clit would wrench her with ecstacy.  
    She wanted to prolong it simply because it was so sweet, so 
    powerful, but she couldn't make the delicious girl wait any longer.

          She let her tongue curl around the hard little nub of 
    Jonelle's swollen clit, then sucked it between her lips.  Jonelle's 
    lovely lean body arched, tensed, and then she went into one of her 
    interminable spasms of coming, a pulverizing orgasm that seemed to 
    last forever, a moaning, undulating trance of profound pleasure that 
    subsided only twenty seconds later, leaving her gasping and 
    quivering with aftershocks. 

          As before, Laura couldn't get over the depth, length, and 
    terrible power of Jonelle's orgasms.  She held the girl while 
    Jonelle slowly regained her senses.

          "God, I'm sorry," Jonelle gasped softly, finally surfacing 
    from her deep trance of ecstacy.  "Nobody ever made me come like you 
    do.  Sometimes it feels like I'm not going to come back."

          "You better come back," Laura purred.  "Because I'm not 
    through fucking you yet."

          "Oh," Jonelle said, eyes widening with shock.  "You said that 
    word."

          "I'm sorry.  Did you want me not to say it?"

          "But it is what we're doing, isn't it.  I mean, why pretend."

          "Does it still bother you?"

          "I . . . guess not.  You know, I dreamed of . . . us.  Of you 
    doing that to me."

          "Was it a good dream?"

          A beatific smile spread over Jonelle's beautiful face and 
    seemed to fill up her entire body.  "You bet it was," she grinned.  
    "It made come to see you today."

          Laura's heart filled up.  She kissed Jonelle.  "Are you glad.  
    Because I'm so glad.  I can't tell you how glad."

          "I'm glad.  But I'm scared if you keep . . . fucking me like 
    that I'll just die or something."

          "Want to try?  I can try to kill you with fucking," Laura 
    teased.

          But this time Jonelle pushed Laura down on her back and began 
    to take control

          "You ain't getting away from me that way," she teased back.  
    "Two can play this fucking game, as you call it."

          But before she could go on, Laura grabbed her head and kissed 
    her emotionally.  Then she gazed deeply into Jonelle's dark eyes.

          "It's not just fucking for me," she said softly.  "Not with 
    you."

          Jonelle swallowed, solemnly.  "Me either," she whispered.

          "I want you."

          "Want you too," Jonelle said, beginning to make love to Laura 
    now with a confidence she had never shown the first time.

          Her lips on Laura's flesh made Laura shiver and nearly swoon 
    with happy abandon.  Laura completely forgot about the marks left by 
    the thongs under her breasts until Jonelle began kissing and 
    kneading the upswept, perfect globes, and asked her. 

          "How'd you get these?"

          "What?"  Laura tried to act casual.  "Oh, those.  I think one 
    of my bras is too tight."  God, I forgot!

          "Guess so.  I don't want you to hurt these, they're so 
    beautiful," Jonelle said, quickly cradling Laura's breasts in her 
    hands and sucking one of Laura's nipples deep into her warm, wet 
    mouth.
          "Ahh!  Oh god, it feels so good!" Laura gasped.

          Happily, Jonelle was so eager to suck Laura's breasts that she 
    paid no more attention to the marks.  

          "I wish I had boobs like this," she murmured as she caressed 
    them, teasing Laura's sensitive nipples with her lips and tongue 
    until Laura wanted to scream with pleasure. 

          "I love yours," Laura murmured back.

          "So small.  Almost nothing there.  Not like these.  Yours are 
    perfect.  Beautiful.  I never thought I'd feel this way about . . ."

          But Laura wouldn't let her go on.  She held one of her breasts 
    in both hands and pushed her aching nipple between Jonelle's sensual 
    lips.

          "Just suck me, baby, suck me, Jonelle, suck me hard," she 
    whispered.  "Do it hard, hard!  Anggh!  Yes . . . hard!  Anngghh!"

          "Oh Laura."

          Jonelle seemed overwhelmed by the strength of her own sexual 
    desire for Laura.  She swarmed over Laura's body, kissing and 
    squeezing her flesh and licking her nipples, sucking them hard, 
    bringing hot whimpers of frantic desire from Laura's throat.  

          She kissed every part of Laura's beautiful naked body until 
    Laura was crazy with need.  Jonelle's sensual lips on her inner 
    thigh made her quiver and moan, and when they reached the moist, 
    blossoming lips of her pussy, she arched her back and cried out 
    sharply.

          "Oh!  Oh god!  Yes . . . honey, yes!  Oh god, I'm going to 
    come!  Do it quick!  Quick!"

          In less than fifteen seconds Jonelle had her coming, groaning 
    through a wrenching orgasm.

          "Auuggnngghhh!  Oh . . . god yes oh baby aauunnghiiieee!" 
    Laura cried out as the spasms shook her writhing body.

          "Oh Laura, you're so beautiful," Jonelle said, embracing Laura 
    as the aftershocks of her climax kept her trembling.

          But Laura was so overcome with emotion that she knew she could 
    come again, almost from looking in Jonelle's eyes.

          "Oh god, honey," she gasped.  "Fuck me, I'm going to come 
    again.  Fuck me with your hand, please!"

          Jonelle might be shy and embarrassed, but she learned quickly.  
    Her fingers easily found Laura's wet pussy, penetrated it, and she 
    pressed the base of them hard into Laura's clit, rubbing it wildly.  
    Laura spilled over in a shockingly violent second orgasm in two 
    seconds.

          "Unnnmmgghiiieee!" she wailed, her body flexing and straining 
    in Jonelle's arms as she came.

          This one, almost twice as powerful as the first, left her 
    stunned.  When she finally regained her breath and her senses, 
    Jonelle was smiling at her, kissing her.

          "God, I almost had one of those killers like yours," Laura 
    said, still tingling.  "I'm still tingling.  My pussy is throbbing.  
    It wants to eat you."

          "Mmmmm," Jonelle grinned, rubbing her lovely lean body against 
    Laura's.  "Sounds good to me."

          They fucked for another hour straight, until they had both 
    climaxed so often they could barely raise an arm.  Jonelle may have 
    started slowly, but she quickly discovered an appetite for tireless, 
    repeated fucking with Laura that resulted in twelve or thirteen 
    orgasms before they both paused from fatigue.  

          "I never came so much in my life," she confessed to Laura as 
    they lay languidly in Laura's bed, recovering from several blazing 
    seizures of ecstacy.  "And I never came so hard with any guy.  See 
    what you did to me."

          "Mmmmm, I'm going to do it again and again, too," Laura 
    purred.  "I love your delicious body.  I love to lick your delicious 
    pussy."

          "How'd you ever get started doing this, anyway?" Jonelle asked 
    her, innocently.  "I mean, I never even thought of doing it with 
    another girl, until you . . . you know."

          "Until I kissed you?"

          Jonelle nodded.  "Even then.  I just knew you wanted to do it 
    with me."

          "I don't know," Laura mused out loud, wondering how to answer 
    such a question.  "A friend of mine was over here.  She had sprained 
    her ankle.  I help her up from the sofa, and . . . well, we just . . 
    . got into it, as you say."

          Jonelle giggled.  "You mean you just fell down on the floor by 
    the sofa and started fucking?"

          Laura laughed softly.  "I guess we sort of did do just that."

          "Didn't you feel weird?  I mean, the first time we did it, I 
    felt weird.  I never had sex that good, but it was still weird."

          Laura began kissing Jonelle's body, her flat smooth belly, 
    which showed no signs of childbirth but a few stretch marks at the 
    edges.  Then she brought her mouth up against Jonelle's cunt, 
    kissing it passionately, quickly arousing Jonelle again. 
 
          "I didn't feel weird because I love you, and I loved you then, 
    but I love you even more now, and I want to fuck you and fuck you," 
    Laura murmured, tonguing and licking Jonelle's sweet oozing cunt 
    until Jonelle was helpless with renewed lust, shaking and moaning.

          "Ohhhhh . . . oh Laura!" she moaned, twisting, churning her 
    hips.  "You gon' make me come again."

          "Yes."

          "Ohhhh!  Oh yes!  Unhhhh!  Unh!"

          Laura knew that when you learned how to come repeatedly, as 
    she had taught Jonelle to do, the orgasms you had past a certain 
    point became even more excruciating and powerful.  For a girl like 
    Jonelle, who had shockingly deep and powerful ones to start with, 
    they might be overwhelming, but Laura was determined to take her 
    there.  She knew how ambivalent Jonelle still was.  She might not 
    come back, or, if she did, it might not be soon.  Laura wanted to 
    give her a reason to return.

          For this reason, she lavished every skill she had ever 
    developed on Jonelle's beautifully-shaped pussy, exploring it with 
    her tongue and fingers, bringing Jonelle close to an orgasm, then 
    backing off, then bringing her up again.  After a dozen or so 
    climaxes, it took Jonelle longer to come this time, but as she drew 
    closer, Laura poured on the heat.

          For the first time, she slithered one long finger up between 
    Jonelle's small, tight buns, tickling her asshole and giving her 
    just the added squirt of sensation to send her over the top.  
    Jonelle came with a loud cry, her lovely lean body surging and 
    straining off the mattress.

          "Ouuunngghh!  Oh!  Yes, oh Laura, oh god!  Aunnghhhh!" she 
    cried out, coming violently, then sinking into a fierce rapture of 
    ecstacy.

          Usually Laura held her during the trance of rapture, but this 
    time she kept fucking Jonelle, embracing her, sucking her breasts 
    while continuing to fuck Jonelle's pussy with her fingers.  And this 
    time she fucked her harder than she had ever dared before.  She knew 
    Jonelle liked to have her nipples sucked hard, and Laura nearly 
    swallowed them, making Jonelle come again with a sobbing, wrenching 
    cry as the spasms wracked her body.

          And relentlessly, Laura kept up the pressure, now sucking 
    Jonelle's clit until she came, then returning to Jonelle's small 
    breasts and large nipples, sucking and biting them again while 
    scissoring Jonelle's clit with her fingers, until Jonelle came 
    again.  The girl's arching, quivering, beautiful thin body responded 
    to anything Laura did.  Jonelle had surrendered to her completely, 
    was no longer fighting it, and seemed to come in agonizing 
    shockwaves at Laura's smallest touch.

          And each of Jonelle's climaxes seemed to jack up Laura's lust 
    to a new fever pitch.  She turned the nearly-limp girl onto her 
    stomach, sliding a pillow under her pelvis to raise her ass up, and 
    pulled open Jonelle's beautiful, small, hard buns with her fingers, 
    daring for the first time to slip her tongue into the girl's tiny, 
    pinched-shut asshole.

          "Aieeee!" Jonelle cried out, her body convulsed in shivering.  
    "Oh god!"

          But Laura knew what she was doing, and by sliding one hand 
    under her chin and slipping two fingers up into Jonelle's wet pussy 
    from beneath, she could fuck her with them at the same time she 
    tongue-fucked Jonelle's ass.  And Jonelle went wild.

          She had never experienced such sensations, and Laura, tongue-
    fucking and finger-fucking her, brought her to two more orgasms in 
    under a minute.  Then she was quickly on top of Jonelle, turning her 
    over, kissing her mouth and hand-fucking her pussy at the same time, 
    rubbing her clit hard, murmuring that she loved her over and over 
    while she brought Jonelle's body to a final, shattering, culminating 
    orgasm, one that nearly took Jonelle under.  Jonelle swooned, 
    enraptured by an ecstacy so supreme that all Laura could do was hold 
    her now and wait for it to be finished.

          Finally the poor, slender, orgasm-wrenched girl drifted back 
    up to consciousness from a trance of ecstacy so deep Laura began to 
    fear for her.  She opened her eyes and gazed dreamily at Laura, who 
    kissed her.

          "You tryin' to kill me with fuckin'," she said, lapsing as she 
    occasionally did in weak moments into a looser, more relaxed style 
    of talking.

          "No," Laura grinned.  "I want to keep you alive.  So I can 
    keep doing it to you."

          "You are a sex fiend, Laura," Jonelle joked, kissing her back, 
    then scooping one of Laura's perfect, dangling breasts up in her 
    hand and feeding Laura's soft, swelling nipple into her mouth.

          Laura had unleashed a fury of fucking on Jonelle, she knew, 
    and it had aroused her to a fever pitch.  Just the feel of Jonelle's 
    sensual lips on her nipple was nearly enough to make her whinny 
    softly with need.

          "Oh Jesus, hard, honey, hard!" she begged.

          But she had no need to encourage Jonelle, whose ardor seemed 
    doubled by the hard, relentless fucking Laura had just given her.  
    She seemed determined to return it in kind, swarming all over Laura 
    with keen passion, sucking and biting and fucking her hard, all 
    without being asked.  Laura, in seventh heaven, gave her body more 
    completely to Jonelle than ever, and came six times in a row, the 
    last one a fearsome cataclysm of coming that nearly made her faint.

          By the time they stopped, each had come about twenty times, 
    and even though Laura knew more orgasms were possible, having gone 
    further herself before, Jonelle believed they had performed some 
    kind of miracle together.

          "I never came more than once in my life," she grinned.  "And 
    here with you I just came twenty times.  My little pussy is just 
    singing and singing."

          "Mmmmm, before I'm finished with it, you're pussy will be able 
    to do the Hallelujah Chorus by its own little self," Laura said, 
    nuzzling Jonelle's beautiful long neck.
