Lauras lesbian awakening
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At work Laura did not see Sholandra until the afternoon, when they ran into one another in the corridor. Sholandra pulled her aside. It was almost shocking to Laura to see the warm, murky, affectionate, frankly sensual look in Sholandra's eyes, since she had got used to the hostile glare that had been there formerly.
"I got my period," Sholandra whispered to her. "I think it was all that wild pumping and... coming, it just started it." She couldn't suppress a grin of happiness.
Laura felt a quick tremor of renewed, and very strong, lust for the girl. "I guess that takes care of tonight," she shrugged.
Sholandra's face fell. "It's the first thing I thought of."
Laura leaned closer, whispering in her ear. "Don't worry, I can wait. But I'd like to rip your clothes off right here."
Sholandra giggled softly. "I wish you could. God, Laura, you've changed my life."
Laura winked. "Only for the better. Now, let me know when you get the green light, okay?"
"Friday," Sholandra said, eagerly. "No, Saturday. At least by Saturday."
"I'll put it down," Laura laughed. "Call me."
"You call me," Sholandra said, plaintively now, as if she realized that Laura might be sleeping with others in the meantime.
Laura however had no plans to. Given her wild night with Rob and Camille, followed by her exhausting--both emotionally and physically--night with Sholandra, she was looking forward to a few days of abstinence. Even a slut like me can use a rest, she thought.
But that afternoon, her boss selected her to fill in at a conference in Chicago, which the boss couldn't attend. She had to fly out the next morning. At home that night she was about to phone Sholandra, when her phone rang. It was Brandi.
"Voice out of the past, pretty white lady," she said.
It had been almost a year since they had spent three days in Laura's apartment, almost constantly fucking.
"Oh god... Brandi! Is it really you?"
"I can see you still aren't keeping up with the body building scene. Shame on you. I'm Ms. Olympia again, fifth time, unprecedented. Congratulate me."
"Oh no... did it slip past me again?" Laura said in dismay.
"Well... not your fault this time," Brandi said, teasing her. "They moved it up a couple of months so it would coincide with the Mr. Olympia contest. Had them together, in New York. And I won! Although the jealous shits were trying to kill me. The other girls, I mean. Contestants."
"I'll bet they were."
"I don't mean to be ungracious. There's a lot of jealousy. Hey, I want to fly out and see you." She lowered her voice dramatically. "You know what I really want."
Laura thought quickly. "How far are you from Chicago? I'm flying there tomorrow morning."
"Honey, I got time on my hands. I can be in Chicago by noon tomorrow."
"Oh god, my heart is thumping so fast," Laura confessed.
"Mmmmm, my little sugar donut is beginning to melt, pretty white lady. What hotel are you staying at?"
Laura told her, and they arranged to meet there in the late afternoon. Laura tried not to think about it during her flight, or even up until the moment she was supposed to meet Brandi in the lobby. God, it's too exciting! she realized. First Sholandra, then this! Brandi! Last time we nearly killed each other. Laura's pussy actually fluttered inside when she thought of Brandi, and the raw, athletic fucking they always shared.
And when she saw Brandi in the lobby, her heart nearly stopped. She couldn't believe her eyes. Had Brandi really become that much more beautiful in the few months since they had last seen each other? She was breathtaking. Her hairstyle was different, with wisps of black filaments coming down over her forehead.
And of course she was never reluctant to show off her singular body. She was dressed in a small turquoise silk garment that concealed very little of her spectacular flesh. I'm glad I already know her, Laura thought as she walked through the lobby toward Brandi. Otherwise, I'd have to quit my job and grovel at her feet, beg her to let me touch her...
"Oh god, I don't believe how gorgeous you are," she said as Brandi reached out for her hand.
"You're just saying that, aren't you, pretty white lady," Brandi scoffed, mocking herself and well aware that every eye in the hotel was on them both, these two stunning women kissing cheeks, and smiling broadly for show.
Laura wanted to lick her, to lick every bit of Brandi's wonderful gleaming skin, and she recalled how she had licked Brandi's shoulder the first time they had been together, and how Brandi had allowed her. I never wanted to lick anyone like that except her, Laura realized.
She bent close. "I want to lick you," she whispered. "Like the first time."
"Oooohh, in my secret place?" Brandi winked.
"All over your body," Laura whispered. "There, too."
They pulled back from one another. "We better act cool," Brandi said under her breath. "We be cool," she glanced around. "We be cool."
"Maybe we should go to the bar and have a drink," Laura said, looking around at all the people looking at them.
"Are you kidding? Take me to your room. I'm so wet I'd slide right off the bar stool. Anyway, I don't drink, did you forget? I'm not like your other little playthings." She winked again.
Brandi had brought only a small bag, so it didn't look like she was cheating, going up to Laura's room. Once inside, she tossed the bag on the chair and they fell into each other's arms. Laura remembered the last time she had made love in a hotel room. To Jonelle, in Dallas. A memory of heart-aching beauty. But she quickly pushed it away, not wanting to spoil this special moment too.
Brandi nibbled Laura's ear. "If you don't fuck me quick, pretty white lady, I gon' bust like a balloon," she whispered hotly, her breath in Laura's ear as hot as her words.
"I want to lick you," Laura repeated what she had whispered in the lobby, running her tongue all over Brandi's perfect, round, gleaming dark shoulder.
"Oh god, it gives me the shivers," Brandi giggled, gripped by a sharp tremor.
Laura kept licking her, unbuttoning the back of her beautiful skimpy blue dress at the same time. "At least we don't have far to go to the bed," she murmured against the back of Brandi's neck, licking it too.
By the time she got the dress off, she had licked nearly every inch of Brandi's muscular, award-winning back, pausing to unclasp Brandi's bra.
"This is what everyone would do to you if they only had the chance," she murmured, pulling Brandi now down onto the bed with her.
"Mmmmm, but you can't do any more until you take these off too," Brandi smiled, unfastening Laura's blouse at the top.
Laura let Brandi undress her, unable to keep her own hands off Brandi's body, the wonderful, hard, muscular, beautiful, smooth, rippling body. It had been nearly a year.
"God, I forgot how hard you are," she said, kissing Brandi's arms.
Then, as Brandi still struggled to removed Laura's clothes, Laura's mouth found Brandi's breasts. Her hands also found Brandi's breasts, hard little mounds with large, gleaming black nipples. Laura sucked them greedily.
"Ohhnnnn! Oh Laura!" Brandi gasped.
Any thought of taking it slowly quickly vanished. Having Brandi's incredible naked body under her drove Laura into a frenzy of passion. Together they got the rest of Laura's clothes off in a mad few seconds, and then Laura fell again on Brandi's breasts, sucking them sharply, which drove Brandi into a hot delirium of need.
"Ohhhnn... god yes!" she moaned. "God, yes! Nobody does it to me like you! Unhh! Oh... please! Oh Laura!"
Brandi's incredible glossy body writhed and squirmed under Laura's caresses, and Laura devoured her, kissing her way down the amazing hard stomach, smoother now, with fewer ripples than she remembered, and then kissing the insides of Brandi's huge thighs, the thighs she worshipped, sleek, bulging muscles that had made her die of coming and would soon do it again.
Finally, her lips came to Brandi's glistening, open pussy, a beautiful wet flower that she couldn't help kissing passionately. Brandi had been right about being very wet, and Laura's licked her juices eagerly, slipping her tongue right into the shiny pink cleft, driving Brandi wild.
"Oh! Oh!" Brandi gasped, her hips churning uncontrollably.
Laura knew how horny Brandi was from her helpless quivering and moaning, and instead of waiting, she went for the money right away. She licked Brandi's taut little clit hard, and in only a few more seconds Brandi burst with coming.
"Ungghhh! Ohngg... ahh! Ouunngghh!" she groaned, twisting and flexing, more beautiful in the throes of her orgasm than Laura could have remembered.
It was a sharp, violent orgasm that lasted a long time, leaving Brandi gulping for breath, her eyes glazed and her mouth slack. Finally, she regained her breath.
"God, I'm sorry to be so quick," she apologized to Laura. "I haven't come like that since... since the last time with you," she beamed. "My husband..." she looked down, as if embarrassed, "he's, you know, very good-looking, and good to me too, but he doesn't really take any time trying to make me... oh god, Laura, nobody ever made me come like that! No wonder I dream of you."
"You do?" Laura smiled.
"Yes.
Laura dropped a hand to one of Brandi's magnificent, huge, bulging, gleaming, sleek, muscular thighs, running her fingers along the perfectly-shaped ridge of muscle. She didn't want to wait either.
"I dream of these," she said, huskily, her eyes smoking as she raised them to Brandi's.
"We don't waste any time, do we," Brandi breathed.
Laura shook her head. "A year is a long time, Ms. Olympia."
Brandi knew the way they both loved it, the way that made Laura nearly die of ecstacy. She moved to the easy chair beside the bed, and Laura joined her, biting her lower lip as Brandi held her hips and Laura straddled one huge, glossy, brown thigh, bringing her splayed wet pussy down onto it.
"Ahhhh!" she gasped, excitedly.
They indulged in a long, sultry kiss before doing anything. Brandi's hands roamed all over Laura's naked body as they kissed.
"My my, pretty white lady, you are wet wet wet," she smiled as their mouths came apart. "Be careful you don't slide off."
Already Laura was reeling with lust. "You're strong enough to hold me, aren't you," she panted to Brandi.
"I believe I am," Brandi said, kissing her again, dropping her mouth to Laura's breasts as Laura herself began to move her wet pussy back and forth gingerly on Brandi's spectacular thigh muscle, hands placed up on the hard ridge where it met Brandi's pelvis, pushing her breasts into Brandi's face, gasping excitedly when Brandi's mouth sucked one of her nipples in deep.
It all happened with amazing speed. Laura was quickly out of control. Brandi's strong hands grabbed her hips, while Brandi's mouth continued to ravish her breasts, sucking and tearing at her nipples. Laura whimpered in a low, semi-hysterical keening moan. Now Brandi was moving Laura's pussy back and forth on her huge hard thigh, moving it faster, moving it harder.
"Ungghh! Ohnngg god!" Laura gasped, throwing her head back. "Unggh! Brandi... oh god, Brandi... oh god!" she whimpered wildly, quivering from a shocking overload of sexual stimulation.
"Oh baby, you gon' come fast," Brandi panted.
She quickly and easily lifted Laura's shaking body and placed Laura on her back on the bed. Then she lowered her thigh, all slick by now with Laura's abundant cunt juices, between Laura's yawning thighs, kissing Laura's mouth tenderly as she brought the huge, hard muscle gently down again into the wet groove of Laura's pussy. Laura nearly swooned as she felt it mash into her aching cunt.
Her fingernails bit into Brandi's magnificent back. "Oh god... Brandi, fuck me hard... ungghh! Oh... don't hold back! Ohnngg! Unh! UNH!"
She nearly lost consciousness as she felt Brandi's wonderful, sleek muscle, as hard as a steel piston, crunch down into her pussy, sending flames streaking through her body. The frantic, hysterical mewlings that escaped from her throat soon vanished with her breath, and she really did black out momentarily, as Brandi did what Laura had begged and fucked her hard with quick, crunching thigh-strokes that took Laura over the top in seconds.
She simply erupted with coming in a way she never did except with Brandi, a killing seizure of disabling rapture that robbed her of breath, and briefly of consciousness. She went briefly limp, then surged back to life as the rupturing spasms of a fierce climax ripped through her body. Groaning and twisting, she came and came until she couldn't come any more. Then she went limp again, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes, her flesh throbbing and pulsing with aftershocks as Brandi slowly pulled her thigh back.
"'Scuse me, honey, I've got to get a towel," she whispered.
She dashed to the bathroom and returned with one, mopping up the shiny mess of pussyjuice Laura had left on her thigh. Laura giggled softly.
"I really came all over you this time, didn't I."
"You sure did. That pretty pussy just gushed on me. I wish I could lick it."
Their eyes caught, and they both dissolved into giggles. "I guess you'll get your chance," Laura giggled softly. "I might not survive too many more rapes like that one."
Brandi acted scandalized. "You asked for it, pretty white lady," she smiled. "You told me not to go easy."
"I know," Laura blushed, growing aroused all over again.
She could see that Brandi was too. Now, having had a sunburst of furious fucking and climaxing, they coiled sensually together and began to make love to one another in a slow, patient, simmering way, getting to know each other again, exploring each other's body. Now they took their time, and it was twenty minutes before either one came again.
Laura came first, so aroused by being in bed with Brandi again. She exploded in a long, agonizing orgasm that seemed to lead right into Brandi's, who then came in a wrenching climax, her gorgeous, bizarre body flexing and writhing through the fierce spasms. And now they were briefly exhausted and had to stop to regain their energies.
They relaxed, ordered room service, then bathed one another, a slow, simmering ritual that soon brought them back to the bed in a frenzy of lust, which only another hour of energetic fucking could satisfy. Several climaxes later, they fell into a deep sleep of fatigue, coiled together, happy at last.
In the morning, Laura had to go to her conference.
"I can't stand the thought of the day without you, after last night," Brandi murmured, nuzzling Laura's neck, squeezing one of her naked breasts. "I never feel this way about my husband."
Laura felt the same way. Lying naked next to Brandi, it was as if all the fucking they had already done yesterday had never happened. Her lust was fresh and sharp and urgent.
"I don't have to go for the beginning," she said. "It'll only be a long boring speech anyway. I need you. I want you again."
"Mmmmmm, me too you, pretty white lady. Want you to do it to me hard. And often."
And so even before breakfast they ended up sixty-nining themselves into a surfeit of bliss, their bodies so responsive to one another that they could conjure orgasms out of almost nothing. And Laura, of course, could never get enough of Brandi's incredible body. By the time she had to leave for the conference, she had brought Ms. Olympia to five more beautiful early-morning orgasms, and had three herself.
Brandi was limp with exhaustion, and lay sprawled sexily across the rumpled sheets as Laura prepared to go. "You just take your way with a pretty little black girl like me, then go off to your business, right?" she smiled at Laura.
Laura smirked. "Love 'em and leave 'em," she said. "But I'll be back here by four. I expect both of us to be hornier than a tick by then."
"Mmmmmm, can't wait," Brandi whispered, stretching like a cat, flexing her incredible muscles, making Laura want to forget her duty.
She spent a long, fatiguing day at the conference, and didn't return to the room until five. She had loaned the key to Brandi, so she could come and go throughout the day, and Brandi was there watching TV in her underwear when Laura returned. And her underwear was not exactly demure, Laura noted as Brandi answered the door and let her in.
It was red. And incredibly seductive, abbreviated, barely anything covering her strategic areas, nearly all of her beautiful, sharply-muscled body and sleek black skin visible.
"I hope it was me you were expecting," Laura said, eyes wide, feeling her lust quotient rising by the second.
"You like?" Brandi modeled her underwear. "I bought them just for you. Today."
"Really?"
"Really. I thought you might have fun taking them off."
"Maybe you mean ripping them off," Laura grinned.
"You better not. Cost me a fortune."
They kissed and Laura pulled down one red spaghetti strap from Brandi's sexy bra, kissing her round gleaming shoulder hungrily. "Mmmm, I could eat you alive."
"Mmmmm, you already just about did. Last night. And this morning. A girl can't get any rest around you."
"I love the way your nipples show through the net of this bra."
"Mmmmm, the better to tempt you with, my pet," Brandi purred. "It's so nice we can just be... you know, sexy, and not have to worry about that rough stuff getting in the way, like last time."
Laura smiled slyly, stepping back momentarily. She went to her suitcase, rummaged around, then held up first the gag, then the four-pronged, bowed dildo, then a small coil of white nylon rope.
"Are you very sure?" she asked slowly, suggestively.
Brandi's eyes widened. She bit her full lower lip. "No..." she said weakly. "I... I'm not sure. I was only hoping."
Laura dropped all of them on the bed and returned to Brandi, this time peeling the other bra strap down. "We don't have to do it," she whispered. "I just brought them in case. Right now I want to get back to this."
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The following day, Kendra called Laura at work. "Girlfriend, we've got to have a talk." "You didn't have to call me at work," Laura said, defensive. Oh god, either she found out about me and Jane again, or she was home last night when Sholandra and Danny and I were fucking and making all that noise! "Look," Kendra lowered her voice conspiratorially. "You know I'm your friend, Laura... except when you be messing around with my teenage daughter." Oh god, Laura thought. What's...
Laura's boss called her into his office and reluctantly said she was going to have to spend a week in Dallas to troubleshoot some things that were going wrong at a branch there. In fact, Laura had done similar work there in the past and was the right person for the job. Trying not to wet herself with glee, Laura could only think: Dallas... Jonelle, Dallas... Jonelle! It had been seven months since Laura had last seen her. Jonelle had accompanied her new husband to a convention in Oakland,...
Amber Grant rolled over and nuzzled Laura's naked back with her nose, encircling Laura's body with both long arms at the same time and cupping each of Laura's breasts in her hands. Laura could feel Amber's own soft, puffy nipples and small, perfect breasts pushing into the skin of her back, a sensation that immediately aroused her all over again. "Come with me into the living room," Amber murmured, "and we'll sit naked in front of the big windows and watch the city down below and...
Makeeda returned from Los Angeles in triumph. She was glowing; she seemed to smile constantly with a kind of uncontainable joy that made Laura well up inside in happy empathy with her. Audiences had flocked to hear her, and she had received heaps of praise from reviewers in the local papers. "God, Laura, they loved me," she said to Laura, appearing not to believe it. "I've spent all this time, years really, trying to reach this moment, and now... I find it very hard to believe it's...
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Interracial Porn SitesThe two girls were so adept at arousing each other, and pressing each other's magic button, that in spite of Karen's horrific ass-rape by Rick, they had each other gasping and whinnying through a string of fresh orgasms in three or four minutes. They did their pussy-kissing fuck, kissing and fondling one another's breasts at the same time, coming so fiercely that Rick was aroused enough in ten minutes to enter the fray again. But instead of turning to Laura, he focused on Karen. He pulled...
Laura was desolated. She knew she had set herself up for this rejection, but losing both Karen and Rina wrenched her with pain. And she hadn't even lost Rina, of course. She had never had the girl, which was if anything worse. The desire she felt for Rina was almost unbearable. After being expelled from the girl's apartment, she went home and couldn't get the image of Rina's perfect naked body out of her mind. Did I ever want Karen this much? she wondered. She looked at her hand, the one...
After her exhilarating and devastating afternoon of fucking with Rick, Laura somehow felt worse than ever. The problems she had hoped to solve or forget festered even more. It wasn't as simple as Rick had thought. She did like fucking with him. God, it drove her crazy with lust and she had phenomenal climaxes. Her body ached for days after he finished with her. But it didn't make her want Karen--or Rina--any less. She dreamed of them both, every night one or the other. And even worse, she...
Laura didn't have sex with anybody for six months. Except for the same evening, after Karen left, when she had almost injured herself with the same, still-wet cucumber and banana she had used on Karen, trying to get rid of the sexual tension she had built up while fucking the girl, bringing herself to a brutal, painful, shockingly intense orgasm, she had not even masturbated. Getting over Rina's murder was even harder than she had thought it would be. She had dreams about the girl all the...
After she and and Yvette had eaten each other for lunch, Laura had no sex for almost a week. Somehow, her own exhaustion and the preoccupations of her potential lovers prevented it. And who were they, anyway, she thought. Yvette's opportunities were limited by her marriage, and her small child. Karen had her own agenda, and would show up when least expected. And, Laura realized, her sex with Karen was always so dangerous and extreme that both of them approached it warily. Sandra and Shawn...
For about six months things went beautifully for Laura and Jonelle. Even the return of her little boy, though it made their times together briefer, and farther apart, had none of the effect Laura had feared. Jonelle showed no sign whatsoever of drawing away. In fact, since they could grab only a few hours a week together, their sex became phenomenally intense, as intense as any Laura had ever had outside the perverse sadomasochism of her affair with Karen. She and Jonelle shared seizures of...
One day in a supermarket Laura saw Brandi's picture on the cover of Flex magazine. She stopped in her tracks, feeling the blood pound in her veins and a hot prickling inside her cunt. Brandi was gorgeous, as usual, wearing an abbreviated red bikini through the bra of which you could see the thick bumps of her nipples outlined. Her rippling stomach and her perfect shoulders were bare, and she was holding two shiny silver barbells that looked like they weighed about a hundred pounds...
Laura was mortified. She had a pretty good position in her company, and had gone to some lengths to make sure her sexual proclivities were not known. She didn't date men from within the company, but that was not unusual for a career woman, who might see the dangers of mixing her love life with her job. In actual fact, she had four torrid affairs going on with four different girls, Karen, Yvette, Barbara, and now Cecilia, but she had taken care not to let anyone know. Now, unless this Pete...
This time the pain lasted for days. Was it really worth it? Laura wondered, as she examined her raw, aching nipples in the mirror, or gently applied soothing lotion to her inflamed, swollen pussy. She knew, from a brief phone conversation, that Karen was experiencing the same thing, and asking the same questions. And yet, she knew the answer. The orgasms were brief, compared with the lingering pain, and yet even touching her body where Karen had kissed it with the whip made Laura's blood...
After Brandi's departure, Laura fell into her usual depression. Of all her lovers, both Brandi and Jonelle pierced her heart most deeply, and separating from either always caused her great pain. For three or four days she was unbearably glum and abstracted, and then on the fifth day something happened to make it even worse. She was cruising the aisles of her local Safeway, listlessly picking up a few things, when she noticed a new assistant manager handling the cash drawers, money orders,...
Laura had calculated well, and two days after her incendiary tryst with Yvette she got her period. She tried not to think about Tracy, but even during this minor malaise she couldn't keep her mind off the lovely young girl. How young? she wondered. Old enough to have kids. And not just one 'kid' either. 'Kids.' That's what she said. As usual, Laura hated herself for thinking about this. She hated the abnormality of it, and hated facing her true nature, the fact that she was clearly a...
Even though it had been easier than Laura had feared to get Tracy into bed, and though Tracy loved to fuck as much as Cecilia or Yvette or the other delicious girls Laura spent her time with, she was very busy with her job and her kids. Laura did not get to see her often. And, for various reasons, Cecilia and Yvette weren't monopolizing her time either. In the case of Yvette, Laura even grew jealous, thinking of the Rhonda Reardon episode, wondering how eager Yvette was to hurt her by...
Even though it had been a day filled with fucking, first with Barbara, then with Jonelle, then again with Barbara, and Laura had had about twenty orgasms in all, she awoke alone in her bed in the middle of the night longing for Jonelle. Jonelle was in town, only a few miles away, at her sister's home, probably fast asleep. But knowing she was that close was torture for Laura. And the longing wasn't only sexual; in fact, it was barely sexual at all. She and Jonelle had shared several...