Date: Sat, 23 Feb 2008 10:39:00 -0800
From: Miranda Mars <mirandamars4@hotmail.com>
Subject: Laura's Story -- Chapter 24
Laura's Story -- An Interracial Lesbian Romance -- by Miranda Mars -- Chapter 24
Lenda, in her role as Ms. Olympia, had to travel a lot, making
appearances. Laura was tormented by the thought of these absences.
She suspected that the body building world was crawling with
lesbians, and now that Lenda had discovered through her, Laura, how
good it could be, she would be screwing every muscle-bound cutie in
every gym in America.
It made Laura's heart sink. They all had bodies just like
Lenda's, and they shared the same life in so many ways, things that
should bond them even closer than she was with the girl. And how
close was that? Two days after their encounter, she got a letter
from Lenda that confirmed her worst fears, though not in the way she
had quite expected.
Dear Laura,
I want to make sure you understand what I have to say.
I never had an experience anything like what we shared
the other night. Just recalling it makes my heart skip.
(It makes me wet, too. I know you understand.) But I
don't think we should do it again. Just because it was
so intense, I think it could become a habit. We are
almost too good for each other, if you know what I mean.
As I said, I want to live a little longer. I'll try to
settle for men. But I'll never forget you.
Love,
Lenda
By the end of the letter, Laura couldn't see the words through the
blur of her warm tears. She had known something like this would
happen. It was so devastating that she felt almost suicidal for
several days, until one Saturday afternoon, when she was vacuuming
her livingroom in a fury of energetic work, trying not to think of
Lenda, her doorbell rang. Who should be standing there, with a
furtive, questioning smile on her shockingly beautiful face, but
Rina.
"Rina," Laura broke into a smile. "God, it's good to see you.
Come in."
Rina smiled too. Her shy beauty was more stunning than ever.
"I needed to see you, Laura," she said, diffidently.
"God, I missed you," Laura said.
She drew Rina inside, shutting the door behind her. Then she
tried to kiss Rina, but Rina pulled back.
"No," she said softly.
Laura felt embarrassed. "I . . . understand," she said.
They sat in the livingroom.
"Didn't mean to interrupt your cleaning," Rina said, looking at
her fingers.
"You didn't interrupt anything. It's been months since I've
seen you. I missed you so much."
"Missed you too," Rina grinned shyly, shamefully.
"You could've called."
"Gerald, he---"
"Not Gerald," Laura said. "Not him. You didn't go back to
him."
"Couldn't help it, really. He said he'd hurt me if I didn't."
"Oh Rina."
"If he knew I was here, he'd kill me."
"Why did you come?"
"Don't know."
The girl was so sweet and vulnerable and stunning that Laura
wanted to tear off her clothes and fuck her wildly right there, in
the livingroom, down on the carpet next to the vacuum cleaner, if
necessary. But she tried to restrain herself. She tried to be calm.
Rina was clearly not in the mood for a hot, animalistic fuck. That
wasn't the reason she had come to Laura.
"Did you want to talk?"
Rina nodded.
"Did you want me to hold you?"
Rina nodded again. "But not . . ." she whispered, almost
inaudibly.
"But not . . . anything else?" Laura's heart sank.
"I can't." Tears glistened in Rina's big, dark eyes. "Can't
start it all over again. It's too hard to stop."
"I know," Laura agreed. "Well, at least you can come over here
to the sofa and let me hold you. I promise not to . . . you know."
They sat together on Laura's small sofa. Laura put her arm
around Rina's shoulder. Almost without warning, Rina began sobbing,
leaning her head on Laura's shoulder, streams of tears pouring down
her cheeks. Her body shook with deep sobs.
Laura let her cry for a long time. It took all her willpower
not to kiss Rina. And Rina's warm, shapely body was pressed against
her, Rina's hard, perfect breasts pushing against her arm, Rina's
familiar, intoxicating smell making her wet with desire for the girl.
But she was strong. She rocked Rina gently, until Rina stopped.
"There, is that better?" she asked, smooth stray hairs away
from Rina's high, smooth forehead.
Rina nodded. Her full, sensual mouth was only inches from
Laura's, and Laura couldn't help looking at it.
"It's very hard not to kiss you when I love you the way I do,"
she whispered to the girl.
"It's hard for me too," Rina murmured.
They got lost in each other's eyes. Laura traced Rina's velvet
cheek with one forefinger.
"Gerald won't ever know," she whispered, ashamed of herself for
tempting Rina so obviously.
Rina shrugged. "Won't matter anyway. He'll kill me if he
finds out."
"He won't ever find out . . ."
Laura's lips found Rina's and slowly drank. She held Rina's
beautiful face in her hands and kissed the girl searchingly,
tenderly, without a hint of desire at first, but then more
aggressively.
Rina did not kiss her back at first, but she didn't resist
either. And when Laura's tongue slipped into her mouth and started
probing, her breath grew shorter, and she mewled softly, kissing back
now, coiling her tongue around Laura's. Her hands came up to Laura's
face too, and her sensual mouth curved and melted into Laura's, their
tongues dancing and stabbing more heatedly by the second.
Sensitive to the girl's reluctance, Laura didn't want to simply
start undressing her, start seducing her. She held back, kissing
Rina's cheek, her neck, murmuring softly in her ear.
"I've missed you so much," she murmured over and over.
Rina trembled. "Laura . . . I can't," she breathed.
"I know. I know you can't. Just let me kiss you one more
time."
"Yes."
This time Laura embraced her. She slid one hand up under
Rina's jersey, quivering excitedly at the feel of Rina's smooth, warm
back. They kissed more sensually than ever. Rina's words were
saying no, but her body was saying yes, and Laura could feel it. She
knew the girl's resistance was cracking.
She could almost tell the moment when it gave way. Their lips
parted, and she pulled back slightly to look in Rina's eyes. They
were swimming dark pools of lust, and Laura knew Rina had yielded
completely.
She raised her hand up Rina's back, under her jersey, to her
bra clasp. She kissed Rina again as she slid her other hand up too,
unclasping the bra, then pulling the bottom of the jersey up over
Rina's breasts. She didn't know how she could have forgotten how
perfect they were.
That brutal caveman Gerald didn't deserve such astonishing
perfection. Lenda's body was a bizarre, even grotestque masterpiece
of muscle, fantastically desireable to Laura, a tribute to incredible
discipline and hard work. It was gorgeous, but Rina's body was
absolute perfection, a thing of rare, intoxicating beauty. The
thought of Lenda's iron thigh between her legs could still make Laura
shiver, even now, when she was holding these exquisite dark brown,
upswept globes in her hands, lowering her eager lips to one of the
bulging, glimmering, puffy black nipples that swelled up from the
surface.
"Oh!" Rina yelped softly as she felt Laura's lips close over
her nipple, sucking it deeply into her mouth.
Laura was in no hurry. She had always loved sucking Rina's
breasts, which were very sensitive. Rina could be quickly aroused
and driven to a frenzy of need this way, and Laura took her time,
exploring every inch of the two luscious globes with her lips,
squeezing them, teasing Rina's thick, bulbous nipples, sucking them
until soon Rina was squirming and whimpering uncontrollably.
"Ohhhhh! Ohnnnnn . . . you know it drives me crazy!" she
panted to Laura, her eyes pleading, murky with hot desire.
"Mmmmm, I know," Laura grinned. "But I want to swallow your
breasts. I want to drink your nipples, and make you moan."
She got her wish. Rina's moans quickly became sharp and
insistent. Her hips churned in the sofa cushions.
"Nobody does it to me like you do," she murmured, holding
Laura's head while Laura's lips continued to toy skillfully with her
throbbing nipples.
"Oh?" Laura teased her gently. "And do you want me to 'do' it
to you?"
"Yes."
Laura kissed her. "I love you. Ask me and I'll do anything."
"Fuck me," Rina said with her lips, not her voice.
Together they unzipped Rina's jeans and pulled them down.
Laura pulled them off her long, silky, black legs. Rina skimmed her
own panties off. Her thighs parted to allow Laura inside. Laura
knelt on the floor, her head between Rina's thighs, and slowly,
tenderly began to explore the girl's sweet pussy with her tongue.
For both of them, since it had been so long, it was like the
first time. Rina had a beautiful long pussy, and Laura licked and
probed it lovingly with her tongue, trying to prolong the experience
for them both by not rushing it.
"You can't come until I want you to come," she whispered,
"because I want it to go on and on. I want to eat you forever."
"Oh! Oh!" Rina panted, her sleek, black body trembling and
writhing in a way that heightened Laura's lust to an almost
unbearable pitch.
"I love your pussy, I love its long, shapely lips, and its
pink, wet center, and your hard little clit."
She flicked Rina's clit with her tongue.
"Unngghh!" Rina groaned.
"Oh, you want to come, don't you," Laura purred. "But you
can't come yet. I won't let you."
"Please," Rina whimpered softly.
Laura slid her hands under the girl's firm, round buns,
clasping them and raising Rina's groin to her eager mouth. She
tongue-fucked Rina again for a few minutes, until Rina was truly mad
with need, squirming and whimpering hysterically. Then she slid up
Rina's undulating body, kissing Rina's slack mouth, then dropping her
lips again to the girl's puffy, swollen black nipples.
"I'm going to make you come hard," she warned softly, dropping
one hand into Rina's crotch.
She knew how well this worked, worked every time, on Karen,
Rina, and Lenda, making them choke and gag on a forceful uprush of
hot, violent coming. Her long fingers scissored Rina's clit and she
sucked one of Rina's huge nipples deep into her mouth, fucking the
girl hard with her hand at the same time. It took about three rough
yanks of her wrist, and three sharp sucks, for Rina to explode in a
wild, shuddering climax.
"Auungghh!" she cried out. "Unngghh . . . nngggmmnnieee! Oh!
Ungghh! Ohhnngggiieeee!"
Her beautiful sleek body strained and twisted in the sofa
cushions, her pelvis jerking and juddering, her face torn with a
sharp grimace of sublime pleasure. Then she sank back, panting,
smiling at Laura, her eyes still glassy from the after-effects.
Laura slid up and kissed her. "Was I better than Gerald?" she
teased.
"I don't even come with him any more, except by accident," Rina
said solemnly. "He just rapes me. Real rough like, you know. Says
I'm a lesbian and have to learn to love cock all over again."
"Now can we go to the bedroom and enjoy this?"
Rina grinned. "I sure enjoyed that," she purred.
"Mmmmm, there's a lot more where that came from," Laura
murmured. "I've really missed you."
She didn't realize how much until they were naked together in
her bed. There had always been a deeper current of feeling between
her and Rina than with the other girls, something transcending sex.
And then, for all Karen's beauty and Lenda's incredible, grotesque
magnificence, Rina had the truly exquisite, perfect body, the pure,
ethereal loveliness of form that made Laura's throat catch. She was
also deeper black than the other two, and the sight of her very black
naked body against the white sheets made Laura's blood hot.
She didn't know why. Even after Rina returned the favor by
making Laura come with a sweet, tender tongue-attack on Laura's
pussy, Laura was still feverish with lust, gnawed by a hunger for the
girl that seemed to grow stronger the more they fucked.
She was all over Rina, kissing her and sucking her and eating
her and bringing Rina to one sharp orgasm after another, until Rina
had come four more times without letup. And by this time, Laura's
own level of arousal was nearly at the breaking point. She was
shaking so badly with sexual need that the merest touch of Rina's
mouth to her pulsing, flowing pussy was enough to send her into
paroxysms of violent coming.
And Rina didn't let up either. She knew Laura was over-
stimulated and could come and come in this condition, and she went
for it, coaxing one agonizingly intense orgasm after another out of
Laura's convulsing, pleasure-wracked body until Laura collapsed from
exhaustion and begged her to stop.
"Oh god . . . I never thought I'd do that," she confessed,
still panting, to Rina moments later. "I never thought I could ask
you to stop."
Rina kissed her. "You had six. Isn't that enough?"
"No. I wanted sixteen. I wanted sixty. I don't ever want to
stop when I'm with you."
Rina almost purred with happiness, lying there next to Laura,
their naked bodies intertwined, kissing Laura slowly and sensually.
"I wish I didn't ever have to go back to Gerald," she said
softly.
"You don't."
"He'd kill me, if he could see us like this. He thinks it's
sick."
"Stay with me. Don't go back to him. You can stay here."
"And then when he finds out, he'll kill us both."
The situation sounded so bleak that Laura couldn't stand it.
As if to make them both forget, she plunged back into making love to
Rina, jacking up the energy level, fucking Rina with a sharp
desperation that was new for them. And Rina, feeling equally
desperate, eagerly joined her, until they were both raping each other
fiercely, and coming in hot, wild jolts again and again. By evening
they were both incapable of another orgasm, and could barely lift an
arm.
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