Laura's Story - An Interracial Lesbian Romance - by Miranda Mars - Chapter 27
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, disbelievingly.
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 wildy 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 three 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 about twelve
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.
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