Date: Tue, 20 Nov 2007 09:03:43 -0800 From: Miranda Mars Subject: Laura's Story 14 Laura's Story -- An Interracial Lesbian Romance -- by Miranda Mars -- Chapter 14 Leaving Laura's apartment building together, they were coming out of the elevator when Laura's breath caught in her throat. Walking straight toward them was Rina. It was too late to turn away, to escape, to do anything. Rina saw them too. She stopped. Her beautiful face frowned with puzzlement. Laura didn't know what to do. Should she stop? Then she would have to explain to them both. She tried to look straight ahead and keep walking, more out of cowardice than anything, but Rina would not let her. She walked right up to them. Laura had to stop. She saw the stricken, abandoned look in Rina's eyes. "Is this her?" Rina asked quietly. "Oh Rina . . ." "Is it?" " . . . yes." Rina's eyes welled up with tears, but she turned before they could spill and ran toward the door, then out onto the sidewalk and was quickly gone. Karen put one arm around Laura's shoulders. "You don't have to tell me about it," she murmured. "She's stunning. Shockingly beautiful. I'm sorry it had to happen." Laura, in tears herself, turned to Karen. "But I care so much about you both!" she cried. "I know. I know, baby." Karen pecked her on the cheek, not daring to express herself more deeply in public. "I . . . I missed you," Laura wept softly. "I needed someone. I really wanted her." "I can see why. You don't have to explain." "But I want to." "No . . . don't try. What you and I have is good. Look what we just did together. God, I'd never let anyone do that to me but you." For a second, Laura forgot about Rina. "I only wish you would do it to me." Karen grinned. "Your turn is coming, baby. Just want to make you wait. Build up the anticipation." "You're making me wet." "See, you forgot about her already," Karen joked. But they both knew Laura had not. She was very grateful to Karen for not pressing it, and for not reacting in a parallel way, getting jealous and scornful. But then, Karen had her own guilt, her affair with Rick, her betrayal of Laura, to even the balance. She knew enough to give Laura room, not to make demands. If she wanted to have fucking sessions like the one they had just concluded, she would have to allow for Laura's attachment to Rina, just as Laura had not made an issue very long out of Rick. They needed one another, but not every minute. They still had lunch together, but Laura's mind was wandering, and after lunch they parted ways, not daring to kiss in public but certain they would be together again soon. 2 "You owe me," Laura whispered to the black girl, letting her lips brush Karen's silky cheek as they parted. Karen smiled devilishly. "I just want you to lie in your bed at night imagining how I'm going to tie you up and fuck you," she said. "Alone," she added, winking. "Lie in bed alone. Okay?" Laura winked back. "I probably will," she shrugged glumly. And the more she recalled the encounter with Rina, the more depressed she got. She knew how sensitive the girl was. And she knew that having sex with Laura had been a major event in her life, as Laura's first time with a woman, with Karen, had been. It meant that everything had changed, the way she felt about herself, about what it meant to have sex with anybody. And a lot of Rina's feelings were focused totally on Laura. To see Laura with Karen, coming out of her apartment, to know that they had to have spent the night together, fucking, doing all the things Rina and Laura had done, and more, would make Rina sick with jealousy and a sense of loss. The thought of how Rina must feel also made Laura sick with loss. She realized she probably would never get her back. She couldn't believe she could feel so lovesick over another girl. Even when Karen had run off with Rick, as bad as Laura had felt, it had not approached the anguish she felt now. I must really love her or something, she thought. She had to analyze the way she felt about both girls. Her affection for Karen was very deep, but it was based on the easy physical relationship they had built. They loved to fuck each other, and their encounters were increasingly laced with an undercurrent of perversion that made them wildly exciting, like the last one. Recalling it made Laura wet, made her pulse race, and the thought of Karen doing something similar to her drove her into repeated masturbations, just to get relief from the sexual tension. But her relationship with Rina had been different from the start. She may have gone into it as an escape from her depression over Karen, and chosen Rina as a temporary, though ravishing, substitute. But it had quickly become much more, because of Rina herself, because of her shy sensitivity, her calm inner beauty, not to mention her throat-catching physical allure. Even Karen had seen that. And Laura's sorrow and pain were intensified even more by the dreams she started having, torture dreams in which Rina, naked and incredibly desireable, was either tantalizingly just out of reach, taunting Laura with her body but not letting Laura fuck her, or in which Rina was being fucked by someone else and exultantly loving it, while Laura was forced to watch. And the dreams got worse and worse. Or better and better, depending on your state of mind. Hotter and hotter. The one that nearly broke Laura, that nearly drove her mad, was the gang rape dream. It began with her, Laura, being tied naked to a tree in a dark forest, next to a bonfire. Five men who each had a cock about twice the size of Rick's, which was the largest one she had ever seen, tied her there. They also tied up her breasts the way she had tied Karen's, wrapping them in tight coils so that they swelled and bulged, her nipples popping and bursting. The exciting perversity of it aroused her wildly, but they wouldn't fuck her. They left her there to watch while they spread a large wrestlers mat out on the ground next to the fire. Then they brought in Rina. She was completely naked, her voluptuous body bewitchingly beautiful in the firelight. And they began rubbing her all over with oil until she glistened. When she was all slippery and greasy and phenomenally desireable, they began to fuck her in every way imaginable, in every orifice, swarming over her shiny, writhing body, filling it with gigantic stiff cocks, fucking her slowly and gently, then urgently, brutally, fucking her in the ass and pussy at the same time, spewing pearly rivulets of jism all over her glistening black skin. It was all very animalistic and impersonal until Rina got worked up into an orgasmic plateau from all the fucking and began to come violently. Witnessing the girl's wild orgasms, hearing her ecstatic cries, drove Laura crazy with need, and sympathetic sexual yearning. She wanted to fuck Rina too, and she wanted the men with the huge cocks to fuck her in the same way they were fucking Rina. It was the most depraved and sexually maniacal dream she had ever had. Roped to the tree, she strained and begged for release, both kinds of release, wanting to immerse herself in the heated, orgiastic scene on the mat, wanting to explode with excruciating orgasms the way Rina was doing. She watched the men put Rina onto her knees, the front of her body down on her forearms, her perfect round ass uptilted and inviting. Then each one fucked her in the ass, sliding his huge cock deep into her asshole, making her shriek and grimace with pain as their massive, hard organs stabbed down into her body. When they had finished with that, one man slid under her and slipped his cock up into her pussy, while another fucked her ass. They fucked her hard together, and all three of them came at the same time, their wild, strangled cries of pleasure mingling in the firelight. Next they turned the beautiful, glistening girl over and she lay on top of one of the men with his cock up her ass while all the others took turns fucking her pussy again. This time she came when each one of them came, passing out several times in a hot whirlwind of orgasms, then resuscitated by the huge cock that was jabbing up her ass. Laura, even in her dream, was weak and quivering with lust and need. After this the men all fucked Rina at once. Two knelt at her sides, each holding one of her exquisite breasts and mauling it with his mouth and fingers, while one shoved his hard, enormous prick down her mouth. The other two raped her ass and pussy. Soon all five of them were erupting in wild, spurting orgasms, holding their jerking cocks and squirting jism all over Rina's delicious, squirming body, while she too came in convulsive, shrieking spasms. It was too much for Laura. She woke up just as Rina began coiling and writhing, semen-drenched, raped, plundered, ravished totally, but smiling invitingly at Laura, tantalizing her, begging with her eyes to be fucked again, this time by Laura. But Laura woke up, her body humming and quivering with incredible, wild sexual need. She couldn't expel the images from her mind. Her sheets were wet with cunt-juices, and she twisted and clawed at her thighs, squeezing her breasts, dropping one hand between her thighs and rubbing her clit violently. She was afraid she might hurt herself in her frantic urge to come. Memories of Rina's incredible, arching, glistening black body, shuddering and screaming through strings of excruciating orgasms, flooded her brain as she hand-fucked herself into a vicious spate of climaxing. "Unnhhhh! Oh! Unngghhhaaiiiggghh!" she cried out, coming in sharp torrents, her body ripped by violent sexual spasms as in her mind she raped the beautiful, naked, shimmering girl. She had five sharp orgasms within minutes, but still her body was not satisfied. The dream had lit fires that couldn't be easily quenched. Almost with relief, she spotted on the floor in a pile of used towels the two huge cucumbers she had used earlier in the day to fuck Karen. "Oh god . . . yes! Yessss!" she said aloud, shocked by the maniacal, driven, depraved sound of her own voice. A quick, desperate glance at the bedstand told her that she hadn't put away the cooking oil yet either. Shaking with unslaked lust and fear of her own wild, perverted needs, she picked up the cucumbers and set them between her thighs. Then she reached over and uncapped the bottle of cooking oil. Her head still reeled with images of Rina's incredible body being totally violated and ingeniously ravished, and of Rina's lovely face torn with violent ecstacies. "Ohhhnnn . . . Rina . . ." she breathed as she slowly poured oil over one of the green monsters, letting the excess fall onto a towel. She put her fingers in the oil on the towel and inserted them into her asshole, slowly lubricating and enlarging it. But god, it could never get big enough to take this one! she thought, biting her lower lip as she brought the tip of the cucumber up against the small ring of her anus. "Ohhhhh Rina," she gasped again, as if saying Rina's name made it all right to do this disgusting, wildly exciting thing to herself. She clenched her teeth and slid it up into her ass, tears welling up in her eyes as her asshole flared with pain. But she wouldn't stop until it was halfway in. She almost fainted for a second, but she got control again and grabbed the other cucumber, quickly inserting it into her throbbing pussy. The pain was phenomenal, a stabbing, searing, scalding torture, and through the cloud of agony she realized that she was hurting herself this way for wanting Rina so much, torturing her body to make her mind give up its own pain. At the same time, she found herself shocked and amazed to realize that this is what she had put Karen through earlier. But she also remembered the shattering, rupturing orgasms the girl had had. And she had forgotten that her body would adjust somehow. After a few seconds the killing pain in her ass diminished enough to let her move the cucumber in and out. Grunting and groaning with low, almost demented hysteria, she began to fuck herself, both hands manipulating the huge, hard cylinders, her hips squirming and churning in rhythmic fuck-motions. She tried to think of Rina, tried to picture the girl's incredible, voluptuous, writhing naked body. I'm doing this for you, she wanted to groan. For you! Because I want you too much. And I wish you were fucking me like this! Punishing me, hurting me, for wanting you so much! "Unngghoownngg!" she cried out as the massive tubes plundered her cunt and ass. "Oh god!" But soon even thinking about Rina, about anything, was out of the question. It was just her twitching, shuddering, straining body that mattered, her nerves flaring and throbbing, her blood pounding and surging, her pelvis bucking with desperate urgency. She impaled herself on the cucumbers, keening wildly, growing closer and closer to a terrible conclusion. "Unh! Unh! Unh!" she panted, her whole body shaking with anticipation. She rammed and jammed them into her, gagging and sputtering, howling softly with fierce pain and intense pleasure, her cheeks wet with tears, her mind blurred with need and heartache and visions of Rina taunting her in the dream, begging to be fucked and not letting Laura touch her. Hunched up on her knees on the bed, her cheek against the sheet, to get better leverage for her hands, she was a contorted human-pretzel of desperate self-fucking, and when her orgasm arrived she was nearly incapacitated by muscle spasms. Suddenly, she stretched out on her back, still pushing the cucumbers into herself, but straining and shuddering, her whole lovely body bowed and taut, then shivering with sharp spasms as a terrible climax ruptured her. "Unngghhhaaiiiggghh!" she cried out. "Ohhnngg! Auungghhmmngg! Oh! Oh! Oh Jesus . . . oh shit! Auunnmmgghhaannrrnnggg!" Even when it was over, she lay on her back panting desperately, moaning, weeping with shock and the aftermath of a blinding ecstacy. Her body throbbed and ached, her ass and pussy burned from the rape she had administered. Oh god, it was so damned intense, and yet so meaningless to come that way, she thought, stunned by her own violence toward herself, and by the desperation of her need for Rina, whom she had now lost forever. But the contradictions wouldn't go away. She was driven in the same instant by her wild sexual perversions and by her innocent love for Rina, who would be scandalized by such goings on. There was no getting around it. With Karen, she could satisfy every weird craving of her body, and do things that both of them would never admit to another person. But with Rina, when she had still had the opportunity, sex was an exuberant, but innocent rapture, a heart-melting, total, incandescent love experience. And that made the loss more desolating than ever. She spent the next three days crying most of the time. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The Laura story chapters are now available, in both text and html formats, on the ASS html archive site at http://www.asstr.org/~laura. Text files may also be downloaded via FTP at ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/laura. The chapters are now also available in html format at http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/miranda/index.html. © Copyright Miranda Mars, 1999-2007. It is unlawful to reprint or otherwise distribute this material without the written consent of the author.