Keywords: FF, cons, interr, toys, anal
Part: Chapter 89
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance
Chapter 89
Laura's own period came a day after this vigorous evening with
Karen, and so she wound up getting a little needed rest. Sholandra
was still very attentive, though not too demanding, to Laura's great
relief. But on the last day of her period, something awful
happened.
She ran into Yvette and Rhonda Reardon on the elevator to the
parking garage, after work. Actually, she didn't even know they
were there, since the elevator was full of people. She only saw
them in the rear as it emptied. They were looking at each other as
if they could hardly wait to be alone and fuck their brains out.
Laura was shocked to realize that she was devastated by it.
Her mouth went dry, and her pulse hammered in her throat. She
realized she was short of breath. A hot ember burned in the pit of
her stomach.
"Oh . . . uh, hi Laura," Yvette said, very nervous and
embarrassed, as they too noticed her.
Laura smiled wanly. "Hi."
"Have you met Rhonda?"
"We've met." Laura nodded at Rhonda.
Their eyes met, and Laura felt as if a snake had crawled out
of Rhonda's and jumped down into her. She turned her own eyes to
Yvette, who was stunning, as usual, dressed in a fetching pale peach
business suit that emphasized her very black and very smooth skin,
and her perfect long legs. Why doesn't everyone want to fuck her
the way I want to? Laura wondered.
But then she glanced again at Rhonda. Well, she does, Laura
thought. The cunt. At least she has good taste.
Everyone was very ill at ease. Yvette's eyes seemed to appeal
to Laura. Rescue me, I'd rather be with you, I love you, I want you
instead, Laura! her eyes said. But also, This is what you get, I'm
going to let her do everything to me, Don't you wish you had the
power to stop this? Yvette was very bright and complicated,
certainly capable of sending more than one message to someone who
knew her as well as Laura did.
The pain must have been showing in Laura's eyes. Rhonda
Reardon smiled sadistically.
"Yvette and I are having a 'working dinner' at my place," she
said to Laura, with a coyly sweet, totally mendacious smile.
She let Laura draw her own conclusions about what kind of
'work' they would be doing. Yvette's eyes, however, were throbbing
with desire, and not for Rhonda either. She was looking soulfully
at Laura.
Laura gave them both a tight smile. "Don't work too late,"
she said softly. "Yvette needs her beauty rest."
This remark fell with a dull thud just as the elevator doors
opened. Laura turned away from them toward her car. Then, unable
to stop herself, she turned and watched them as they walked away.
When they reached Rhonda's car, Yvette glanced back and caught
Laura's eye just as Laura turned away.
Oh god, Yvette, how can you? How can you? Laura thought,
biting down on her own hot jealousy and bitter resentment. But she
sucked back her anguish and walked to her own car, realizing that
she was on the verge of tears.
She drove home in a wooden state, wondering how she had got
there when she arrived. She sat in her apartment, trying to watch
TV but unable to see anything but Rhonda Reardon peeling off
Yvette's clothes and pressing her lips to Yvette's marvelous black
skin and beautiful body. She could see Rhonda's long pink tongue
slithering up into the shiny black lips of Yvette's exquisite long
parabola of a pussy, and even hear Yvette's soft whimpering.
God, I'm wet! she realized, wondering if she was still
bleeding. It's either that, or I'm imagining that bitch fucking
Yvette and getting wet myself. It's sickening!
In the bathroom she checked and found that she had finished
bleeding. She knew where the wetness had come from. They must be
fucking right now, she realized. The pain was very great. She
wondered if she had ever experienced such hot, blinding, searing
jealousy. She knew she had often ignored the strength of her
feelings for Yvette, maybe because Yvette was so volatile, so
demanding, so jealous herself of Laura's other lovers. But she knew
that her feelings for the girl were as deep as those for Sholandra.
And now I know just how she felt when she saw me with somebody
else. It's really a cutting pain. Laura could feel tears actually
streaming down her cheeks as she imagined Rhonda and Yvette fucking.
Her crying was interrupted by the phone. She tried to control
herself.
"Yes?" she answered.
"Laura?"
"Yv . . . Yvette?"
"Laura . . . you sound so different. Have you been . . .
crying?"
"Who, me?" Laura laughed softly.
"Look, I'm about a block away from there. Can I come over?"
"I thought you were spending the evening with Rhonda."
"I left her. I couldn't stand it. The look in your eyes."
"Yes. Please come over. But . . . I've got my period."
"Oh, you know I don't care about that. We can talk."
"You do too care about that."
"Can I come over?"
"I told you yes. Hurry."
"Okay."
Yvette took less than five minutes to get there. Laura let
her in, but they were both too uncomfortable and embarrassed to
kiss. Laura's eyes were still red, and she sniffled a little.
Yvette looked worried. She reached out one long, tapered black
finger and ran it down Laura's cheek, a caress of infinite
tenderness, a quality Yvette showed seldom.
Laura smiled. "You shouldn't have made her mad," she
murmured. "She has influence."
Yvette's eyes had gone a little glassy. Laura recognized the
look. Yvette was overcome by sexual desire. First getting heated
up by Rhonda, then spurning her and coming over to Laura, all that
had aroused her wildly. Both of them wanted her fiercely. How
could she not feel excited? Laura realized.
Quickly Yvette came back into focus. "I'm not worried about
her. She wants this little black pussy so much, she'll do anything
for it."
"She must know you came over here."
"So what if she does. She doesn't own me. I ain't no slave."
Yvette, who never lapsed into slang, was recklessly sharp, her
eyes glowing. She was shockingly alluring to Laura at that moment.
God, if I were a man I'd rape her, Laura realized.
"I . . . want you . . . very much," she swallowed, whispering
hoarsely, overcome by desire herself.
"Why don't we take a bath together?" Yvette smiled. "If
you've still got your period, that would be real clean, you know?"
"I've really almost stopped," Laura said, hypnotized with
lust. "I didn't want you this much even the first time."
Yvette came into her arms, and they kissed tentatively. "You
just want me because you thought she was having me instead of you,"
she said, taunting Laura.
"Not true." Laura kissed her ear, her long black neck. "But
it did hurt to think of her . . ."
Yvette grinned mischievously. "To think of her what?
Sticking her tongue up my hot little black pussy, that you want so
bad yourself?"
Laura nodded. "To think of you with her at all . . . made me
physically sick."
"Oh Laura."
Now they kissed heatedly, trying to swallow each other.
"I think the bath idea sounds great," Laura whispered into her
marvelous black ear.
"Tell you what," Yvette said. "You get two glasses of wine,
and I'll start the water."
"Okay," Laura said, her heart racing.
She couldn't stop herself from remembering how she and
Sholandra had fucked in the shower, only about a week ago, a
supremely wild and exciting moment. She could still hear their
intermingled screams of ecstacy bouncing off the tiled walls of the
bathroom. And now she could hear Yvette drawing the bathwater down
the hall.
Ashamed of thinking of anyone else but Yvette, she took the
wine glasses with her to the bathroom but nearly dropped them when
she went through the door. Yvette was already in the bath. Laura
stopped, paralyzed by desire, her eyes caressing every delectable
inch of the beautiful girl.
Only Cecilia was blacker than Yvette. The water made her
shiny, and Laura scrutinized every inch of her flesh, as if seeing
her naked for the first time. She was more beautiful than ever.
Yvette smiled. "You're staaaaring. It's making me
nerrrrvous."
Silently, Laura handed her a glass of wine. Then she sat her
own on the sink and began to undress, very conscious of Yvette's
eyes on her body.
"You're very beautiful, Laura," Yvette said softly.
"Oh, be quiet," Laura said, finally getting into the warm bath
and grabbing her glass too. "Here's to us."
They clinked glasses, linked arms, and drank. Then Laura took
both glasses and placed them on the sink beside the bath. They were
face to face, but both had very long legs, which stuck up between
them.
"We need a bigger tub," Yvette pouted.
Laura placed both of her hands on Yvette's wet, naked breasts.
But Yvette took Laura's hands in her own and put them back away.
"No," she shook her head. "Don't jump the gun. This is
special. We have to wash each other first, not just start fucking
like two animals."
Laura smiled. "Turn and let me wash your incredible back,
then."
"Okay."
With some difficulty and a little splashing, Yvette turned.
Laura began lovingly spreading white bubbly lather over her long,
sinuous, water-shiny back, letting her fingers slide across the
glistening, firm flesh.
"So tell me," she murmured. "Where is Stacey? Where is
Arthur? How do you have the time to luxuriate in a decadent bath
with your wicked lesbian lover?"
Yvette gave a low, throaty giggle. "Stacey is with my mom.
Arthur is in Tokyo. Do you think I'd do this if he could find out?"
"Mmmmm," Laura said, kissing Yvette's beautiful wet back,
massaging her shoulderblades. "Does that mean you can stay and stay
until we both collapse of exhaustion?"
Yvette grinned over her shoulder. "I am a mother," she
whispered. "I can't be a full-time pervert like you."
"Oooohhh, so mean!" Laura said, letting her soapy hands slip
under Yvette's armpits and cup Yvette's breasts.
Yvette turned her head and they began kissing, but it was
uncomfortable. Still kissing, they twisted their bodies until they
were nearly face to face again, and their kiss grew more passionate
and urgent.
"Oh, you're still all soapy," Laura panted, kissing Yvette's
naked body anyway, through the suds.
She cupped her palms and poured water all over Yvette's shiny
skin, following the rivulets of water with her lips. They twisted
and splashed some more, until Yvette was lying back against the
tiled wall, her long legs propped over the edge of the tub, dripping
on the mat, while Laura's tongue ran all over her exquisite small
breasts and nipples, licking the water drops.
"Oh god . . . oh god, Laura . . ." Yvette panted, watching
Laura suck her big, bursting, shiny black nipples.
Again they twisted and splashed, trying to reach a more
comfortable position in the cramped bathtub.
"We need a bigger tub," Laura giggled. "I want to kiss every
inch of you, including your pussy."
"It's under water," Yvette giggled back. "You have to hold
your breath."
"Maybe we should get out. On the bed . . ."
"No, not yet," Yvette said. "This is perfect. Just do this."
She maneuvered their legs so that they interlocked. Then
Laura felt her hand against her pussy. Yvette slipped two fingers
inside.
"Unnhhh!" Laura gasped, her eyes rolling up.
"Is it sore?"
"No. It wants to be fucked by you."
"Put your hand on mine like this."
Laura did, but felt her stomach curling inside. Did she learn
to do this with Rhonda? she thought. She rubbed Yvette's long,
wonderful pussy, which felt strangely rubbery under the water. But
it wasn't hard to get into a sympathetic rhythm. They gazed deeply
into each other's eyes and rubbed one another gently, kissing,
teasing with their tongues, each one running her free hand over the
other's wet breasts.
Yvette's mouth slid down Laura's wet shoulder to Laura's
breasts. "I dream of these," she whispered, kissing Laura's
tingling nipples, then sucking them lovingly.
Their hands under water began moving more rapidly. Laura
didn't realize how horny she was until now. Yvette's mouth on her
nipples drove her crazy, and Yvette's hand on her pussy made her
deliriously excited. Her body burned and quivered, and soft,
hysterical whimpers came from deep in her throat.
"Oh god . . . oh god, honey!" she gasped, unable to control
her fierce lust. "Oh god . . . I'm going to come . . . already!"
"Oh no, you're not," Yvette murmured against her lips. "Not
so fast. I'm going to torment you, make you wait. I want to fuck
you for a long time before you come."
"Oh!" Laura gasped, feeling like she might come any second.
But Yvette slowed down her hand, and kissed Laura's neck
instead of her nipples. "Slow down . . . slow down," she whispered.
"Oh god!" Laura whimpered, her hips churning under the water.
With her own fingers she could feel Yvette's buttery fluids
increasing, mixing with the bathwater, and knew Yvette too was
getting very aroused. They kissed again, but both were so excited
that they knew they couldn't wait. Laura embraced Yvette with her
free arm and crushed Yvette's wet, slippery body to her own, feeling
Yvette's arm encircle her too.
"Oh baby, come with me," she gasped uncontrollably into
Yvette's marvelous black ear.
"Unnghh! Laura . . . oh!" Yvette panted. "God I love you.
Oh . . . I'm going to come!"
"Unh . . . unh!
The water in the tub splashed violently as they pumped and
probed each other more and more rapidly, kissing frantically, biting
each other's neck, moaning, mewling. Their wet, slippery bodies
rubbed together, their hard wet nipples like large pebbles against
their flesh.
Laura was the first to come, pressing her face into Yvette's
neck and biting down on her screams as the delicious spasms ripped
through her body.
"Ohnngg! Ummggnniieeee!" she cried out, feeling the hot bombs
explode inside her pussy, deep inside her belly, the heat spreading
out through her flesh.
Yvette came only a second later. She stiffened, grabbing
Laura fiercely, then exploding in helpless cries.
"Auugnhh! Oh Jesus . . . unngghhmnnggeee!" she moaned, her
body surging and twisting as the sharp shocks gripped her.
The thrill of Yvette's wet, quivering body pressed against
her, and Yvette's uncontrollable cries echoing off the bathroom
walls, made Laura come again, a surprising uprush of hot coming that
had her shuddering through three more waves of ecstacy.
Finally they lay damp and whimpering against each other,
smiling, overcome by a warm bloom of tenderness, kissing and peeling
their wet hair away from their cheeks and foreheads. Then they got
out of the tub and dried each other off with two downy fresh towels
Laura had laid out for the occasion. This led quickly to more
caresses, since neither could keep her hands off the other.
"Ohhnnnnn!" Yvette moaned, as Laura nearly swallowed one of
her small, exquisitely-shaped breasts.
"I want you on the bed," Laura panted.
"Yes!"
The orgasms they had just shared in the bathtub seemed not
even to have happened as they stumbled down the hallway to Laura's
bedroom. Laura ripped off the bedcoverings, pulling Yvette down
with her on the white sheet, running her hands and mouth all over
the girl's smooth, satin skin, so deliciously dark against the
sheet.
Incredibly, their desire was even more urgent now than in the
bath, and Laura nearly devoured the writhing, whimpering Yvette in a
hot mania of lust. She caressed and explored every inch of the
girl's squirming, twisting naked body, sucking Yvette's thick,
gleaming nipples, and tonguing her pussy until Yvette was coming
exultantly, moaning and shuddering through two more sharp orgasms.
Still groggy from them, she rolled Laura onto her back and
returned the favor. Their familiarity now made fucking easy and
relaxed, but also very skilled and sensitive, since each knew the
other's secret vulnerabilities and hair-triggers. Yvette too kissed
and licked Laura's pussy until Laura exploded with coming, a rich,
almost volcanic orgasm that left her panting and slack with bliss.
"You know, it's really a good thing you have Arthur and
Stacey," Laura murmured to her as they embraced after she had
regained her senses. "Otherwise we might fuck each other to death
like this."
Yvette beamed. "I love to make you come like that. I dream
of fucking with you all the time, you know. Even when Arthur is
screwing me. I make believe it's really you, with . . . you know,
some sort of 'thing'."
"A dildo?"
"Yes. And you're fucking me with it instead of him."
Laura realized that since their initial sexual encounters, she
and Yvette had never had the time to really luxuriate in decadent
sexuality and all-out fucking. They had always had to cram their
meetings into twenty or thirty minutes on Yvette's way home from
work, out of fear for Arthur's violent jealousy of Laura.
"Does he think you've given me up completely?" she asked
Yvette.
"I guess he does," Yvette said. "You know men. He thinks the
way he fucks me, how could I want anything else? Hon', he crams
this little black pussy so full of meat that I could open my own
butcher shop."
Laura laughed and winced at the same time. She herself had
been raped by Arthur and knew how brutal he could be, as well as how
large his cock was. And the hot jealousy she had felt thinking of
Yvette with Rhonda was just as bad when she thought of her being
vigorously, lustily fucked by that jerk Arthur, her husband.
And yet Laura was well-aware how it worked out for her.
Yvette had a very fiery, jealous nature herself. She couldn't stand
the thought of Laura's other lovers, even the men, like Rob, whom
she had once seen with Laura. The fact that Yvette's opportunities
for sex with Laura were limited made things easier for Laura.
But it had been nearly a year and a half since she had had
this much time alone with Yvette. The possibilities were exciting.
"You know," she murmured, almost conspiratorally, "I have one
of those 'things'. Those dildoes. I could fuck you with it, and
you wouldn't even have to pretend it was me instead of Arthur. It
would really be me."
Yvette's eyes widened. "You kinky thing, you. I'll bet you
really do have one. Do you use it on your other kinky lesbian
friends?"
"Play fair, now," Laura cautioned. "I don't call you a
lesbian, but you've gone to bed with Rhonda. As well as me."
"Only because I couldn't have you instead," Yvette pouted.
"Mmmmm," Laura teased, "do you want to fuck me real hard to
punish me for it?"
"God, it sounds wonderful!" Yvette smiled. "I didn't even
stop to think that I could fuck you with it too. Yes, I'd like to
fuck you and rape you hard, you lovely little white bitch, because
you let other people have your beautiful body and don't save it just
for me."
Talking like this really turned them both on. Laura felt a
mild shame for leading Yvette into this new twist, and yet there was
no denying how aroused they had both become. She reached under the
bed and pulled out the long, fat double dildo she had last used with
Karen.
"Oh my god!" Yvette said in a hushed voice. "Even Arthur's
isn't that big."
"Mmmmm, I'll bet you want to feel it inside your wet little
cunt, don't you, you beautiful little tramp," Laura purred, pushing
her face down on the bed.
Yvette really did have a perfect back, and for the next few
minutes Laura gave her a sensual back rub, which included kissing
and licking it, while Yvette smiled, eyes closed, and moaned. But
both of them knew Laura had a plan, and when her kisses began to
encircle Yvette's beautiful, pert bottom, then her fingers began to
massage the firm round black buns themselves, they both began to
breathe harder.
Yvette's bottom was only exceeded in beauty by her sister
Chanitra's, and that, Laura thought, was pretty good company. Two
sculptured, gleaming, hard black moons of flesh rose in perfect
circles below her waist, and Laura covered them with passionate
kisses, pulling them apart to let her tongue dart into the moist,
secret crack between them.
"Ooohhhh!" Yvette moaned, squirming uncontrollably.
When the tip of Laura's tongue entered her anus, her whole
body clenched, and she let out a high, strangled squeal.
"Nnggieee!" she whinnied softly, overcome with hot sexual
shivers. "Oh god!"
"Like that?"
"Unngghhnn . . . oh shit!" Yvette gasped, swirling her
delectable bottom up into Laura's face.
Deceived by these intense, novel sensations, she barely knew
what was happening until one thick, ribbed cylinder of the dildo
slid up into her wet pussy.
"Unngghh!" she groaned, feeling it penetrate her deeply.
"Ohnngg . . . Jesus, that almost . . . hurts."
"Almost?" Laura asked, beginning to fuck her with the long,
fat tube, pushing it in and out.
"Ungghh!" Yvette winced, biting her lower lip. "Ohhh Laura .
. . yes . . . fuck me . . . yes! Ungghh!"
"Hold on, honey," Laura panted. "We're both going to get a
thrill out of this."
Laura straddled the backs of Yvette's thighs with her own and
fed the other end of the dildo up into her own flowing pussy. Then
she leaned forward, mashing her breasts against Yvette's naked back,
and slid her hands under Yvette's body, clutching her firm small
breasts, squeezing them as she began to fuck them both with the
double dildo.
"Unh!" Yvette gasped. "Oh god, yes! Ungh! Ungh! God . . .
yes, do it hard!"
Laura's mouth was right next to Yvette's ear, and she
whispered hot obscenities into it as she fucked her. Each thrust of
her hips sank one end of the dildo deep in Yvette's pussy and the
other end deep in Laura's, and both of them were quickly delirious
with sexual mania.
"God, I'm going to fuck you . . . and fuck you," Laura panted
into her ear. "You're so beautiful . . . and I love to . . . unh!
Ungghh!"
"Oh! Ohnnggg!" Yvette cried out. "Ungghh!"
". . . love to . . . unghh! . . . fuck you!" Laura panted.
"Yes . . . unh! Oh Laura! Ungghhh!"
Devoured by the hot whirl of sensation, Laura wondered if they
had ever fucked so hard, so wildly, if they had ever been, both at
the same time, so out of control. All caution was gone. Yvette
gyrated her pelvis, pushing her cunt up into Laura's thrusts, and
Laura fucked her sharply, driving the huge, pussy-splitting tube
deep into both of them. They came after only a few seconds of this.
Helplessly thrashing together and whinnying in the grip of a
fierce, wrenching rapture, they both climaxed at nearly the same
instant, their strangled cries intermingling as their bodies
throbbed in unison.
"Aawwonnnnggg!" Laura groaned. Her orgasm was almost painful
as her cunt contracted around the huge pole inside of her. "Unghh!
Oh! Awwonnnggg!"
Yvette was already face down on the sheet, which partly
muffled her cries.
"Mmmnngggiieeeee!" she squealed, writhing, her face torn by
sexual agony, her body stiff and quivering from shock after shock of
deep ecstacy.
Finally, Laura's churning hips stopped thrusting. She
collapsed face down on Yvette's back, then rolled to the side,
reaching down and extricating the slimy dildo from both of them.
Raising her face from the sheet, Yvette squinted at her.
"You, Laura, are an even more exciting pervert than I ever
thought you were," she gasped, still not entirely recovered from the
impact.
"I hope I didn't hurt you," Laura murmured hoarsely.
"Are you kidding?" Yvette grinned. "I felt like I was being
nailed to the bed. God, that thing is huge. I thought it would
split me open."
"I kind of got out of control," Laura apologized. "You were
so beautiful."
Yvette batted her long lashes. "I think it only deserves
repayment in kind," she said sexily.
"Mmmmm," Laura blushed, surprised to find her exhausted body
suddenly tingling again in sexual anticipation. "You mean you still
want 'to fuck me hard,' like you said?"
Yvette pushed her down on her back and hovered over her. "I'm
going to fuck you so hard you'll wish I was a man, just so it
wouldn't be so hard," she grinned, kissing Laura sensually.
"I could never wish you were a man," Laura said, gazing up at
her.
"Mmmmm, but you don't mind me imitating one, right?" Yvette
smiled as she reached for the huge double dildo, still wet with
their juices from a wild orgasm only minutes earlier.
Laura flirted with her. "Oh, I don't know . . ." she teased.
"I've been fucked pretty hard. Your own husband fucked me pretty
hard once."
Yvette gulped, and her eyes went vaguely glassy for a second,
though it was not news to her. "The bastard," she said.
"And by my boyfriend Rob. He fucked me hard in the ass too."
"Oh god . . . would you let me do that?" Yvette asked.
Laura smiled. "You want to fuck me in the ass while you fuck
yourself in the pussy with it?" she asked softly.
Slowly Yvette nodded yes.
"There's baby oil in the bedstand drawer," Laura whispered,
feeling her heart rise into her throat with excitement.
Yvette got it. "I'd better get a towel too," she said.
"No. I'll wash the sheet. Just hurry."
Laura couldn't believe how excited she was as Yvette removed
the cap from the small plastic bottle. She wet her fingers with the
oil and began massaging Laura's anus with it, finally inserting one,
then two fingers.
"Ungghh!" Laura groaned softly.
"I don't know how you can stand letting me do this to you,"
Yvette said. "Or a man. God, it must hurt."
Laura panted, grimacing from the sensations, which were not
painful but intense. "Not yet it doesn't," she panted.
She couldn't believe how aroused she was, shaking and mewling.
Yvette too became more aroused as she fucked Laura's ass with her
two fingers. Her eyes swirled with lust. Still with her fingers in
Laura's ass, she leaned forward to kiss her.
"Kiss me and fuck me," Laura panted, kissing her back
hungrily, and squeezing Yvette's small, perfect, dangling breasts in
both hands.
"Yes . . . yes," Yvette panted too.
She began to fuck Laura more rapidly with her fingers,
exciting them both even more. But finally she removed them, and
grabbed one end of the huge dildo, pouring baby oil all over it and
rubbing the oil on with her fingers.
"God, it'll never fit," she said under her breath as she
brought the head of it down between Laura's asscheeks.
"Yes . . . yes it will," Laura gasped, watching as Yvette
pushed the gigantic thing into the greased crack between her buns.
She couldn't remember if she or Karen had been fucked in the
ass with it, but she guessed one or both of them had. They usually
did everything that was possible.
"Owwngg!" she cried out, wincing and stiffening as the huge
thing penetrated her ass. "Oh shit!"
"Want me to stop?"
"Are you kidding? Ohhhnnnn . . . oh Jesus!" Laura groaned,
feeling her whole body engorged by the enormous hard pole of the
dildo.
Yvette hovered over her, paralyzed by a mixture of fear and
lust. Laura was in a trance of shocking white-hot pain, her
beautiful face torn by agony and fierce sexual craving. She watched
as Yvette guided the other end of the dildo up into her own pussy,
fascinated by the thick pinkish tube sliding up into the shiny,
clasping black cuntlips she had licked and sucked so passionately.
"Unnghh!" Yvette groaned, her eyes rolling up.
Now they were both fully penetrated by the monster, and both
barely able to move. Their eyes were locked, throbbing together in
a linked agony of sexual union. They barely even breathed as their
trembling bodies tried to accomodate the overload of intense
sensations.
Slowly, Yvette bent down over Laura and kissed her mouth
patiently, even tenderly, becoming more passionate only when Laura's
hands cupped her dangling breasts and squeezed them. Then she began
moving her hips in a gentle, thrusting rhythm, fucking them both,
but not too sharply, giving them both time to get used to it.
Nevertheless, the pain for Laura was intense, though it faded
into wildly hot sexual stimulation after a minute or so.
"Ohhhnnnnn . . . ohhhnnnn god!" she moaned, twisting and
quivering helplessly as red sheaths of pain enveloped her body.
"Oh Laura . . . oh Laura . . ." Yvette murmured, her teeth
actually rasping against Laura's as their lips sought each other,
kissing, gasping, moaning.
"Yes! Ohhnnnnn . . . yessss!" Laura groaned, feeling the pain
melt away into a phenomenal blazing sexual delirium.
Now she churned her hips faster, feeling the massive pylon
plunge deep into her ass. With one hand still cupping one of
Yvette's exquisite breasts, she dropped the other to her clit and
began massaging it rapidly with two fingers.
It seemed to them almost like slow motion, and yet they were
groaning and squirming wildly, their impaled bodies surging and
thrusting frantically. Yvette now began to fuck Laura the way she
had threatened to do, but only because of the delirious mania that
gripped them both.
"Unggh! Unghhh! Ohnng! Anngg!" Laura groaned as the huge
dildo stabbed into her again and again.
"I'm going . . . to fuck you . . . hard! Hard!" Yvette
panted, her own face contorted with fierce sexual excitement as she
pumped and pumped, driving the other end of the dildo deep up into
her own pussy as she pushed it also into Laura.
Both of them dissolved into a wild, hysterical fit of
delirious, frantic fucking, their bodies colliding a frenzy of
uncontrollable lust. Neither could keep it up for long. They both
boiled over in hot spurting geysers of coming at nearly the same
instant.
Laura came first, her whole engorged body throbbing and
exploding in a shattering orgasm that felt like spidery flashes of
scorching lightning shooting from the small tree trunk embedded in
her ass.
"Ohnnnggmmnngggiieeee!" she cried out, unable to stifle her
cries as the excruciating spasms ripped her.
Yvette slumped forward onto her and began coming a split
second later, and only through the wild, pulsing fog of her own
wrenching climax did she realize that the dildo inside Yvette's
pussy had found her goddess spot, and she was erupting in a
frightening series of profound orgasms. Laura embraced her, feeling
Yvette's body quiver and hearing her clotted, remote moaning as the
traumatic coming ravished her. Only after three or four wild,
cataclysmic jolts did she surface enough to cry out into Laura's
neck.
"Ungghhh! Oh . . . ungghh god! Oh!" she gasped, then sank
again into another killing orgasm.
And this time her clenching, shuddering body moved the dildo
again inside Laura's ass, stimulating her so much that she too came
again, just as Yvette's orgasm peaked, so that they shook and moaned
in harmony through a fierce mutual spasm of rapture. Finally,
having exhausted the possibilities, they lay entwined together,
panting and shocked by what they had just gone through together.
Both gritted their teeth as Yvette carefully removed the
monster from their bodies.
"God, Laura," she breathed, "you've been holding out on me."
Laura grinned wanly. "I have to be better than Rhonda is to
keep you," she said.
Yvette kissed her passionately. "I wish you wouldn't mention
her. There's no comparison, really."
"But you were on your way to her place. You were going to bed
with her. If you had stayed there, you'd be in bed with her right
now instead of me."
Yvette giggled. "And bored to death. And what about you?"
She pointed to the dildo. "That thing is made for two, not one.
Don't tell me I'm the first person you've used it with."
Now Laura blushed. It was okay for her to be jealous, but she
hated it when Yvette was. "Don't change the subject," she bluffed.
"You loved fucking me with it."
"Mmmmmm, you're right, I did," Yvette grinned. "I fucked you
in the ass, too. How did it feel?"
"Why? Do you want to try?"
"Mmmmm?" Yvette pondered it. "I never thought I would . . .
until I saw how you just came."
Laura smiled. "Honey, if I could come like you just did I'd
spend all my time just looking for that spot."
Yvette giggled softly. "It must've been just a lucky hit. I
thought it was going to blow the top of my head off."
They snuggled and kissed and then fucked some more. By the
time Yvette left, they had both reached the twenty orgasm mark.
Laura, who had done it with others, couldn't recall if she and
Yvette had ever reached it before, in their early days, before
Arthur found out about them. At any rate, both were entirely
satiated, glowing with love for each other, happy and smiling as
they parted.