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Laura's Story: An Interracial Lesbian RomanceChapter 223 free porn video
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, and she and Laura had spent a hour and a half, while he was detained in a dinner meeting, trying to burn up Laura's bed. Their time together had been sexually rich and emotionally draining, full of shattering orgasms and deep love followed by deeper sorrow, a reunion almost too intense even to remember because in retrospect it caused too much pain.
Would Jonelle even want to see her? Since she had moved to Dallas and got married, they had been together only three times. Each time, Jonelle had seemed skittish and reluctant, ashamed of herself for cheating on her husband, guilty for wanting to do it with Laura, embarrassed at these 'unnatural' urges, which Laura brought out in her. Laura realized that the rest of Jonelle's life-in spite of the fact that she was unusually, exquisitely beautiful-was normal enough, with work, kid, husband, house, neighborhood. Happy domesticity, exactly what she had wanted.
When Laura showed up, however, Jonelle wanted to surrender to hours of outrageous and twisted lesbian fucking, vigorous, athletic fucking, deep, throbbing, emotional fucking, giving in to a kind of joyful depravity that no one else in her life even suspected her of. It was, after all, for this reason, using the impetus of her hot, sudden jealousy of Yvette, whom she had discovered Laura with long ago, that she had moved to Dallas. She had wanted, without total success, to escape from the temptation, as well as from Laura's incorrigible promiscuity.
Laura realized, however, that she had to guard her own feelings with care. Other girlfriends, realizing the depth of their feelings for Laura and the intensity of the sex they had shared with her, frequently went into a blue funk over their fears that they were now lesbians for sure. Jonelle, to solve the problem, had actually moved away. When Laura found her in Dallas, the first time, she had not been able to resist Laura's attentions, nor could she on the few other times they had seen each other since. But Laura knew that Jonelle was not happy about feeling this way. She might love fucking with Laura, but a big part of her hated herself for it.
Still, when Laura got to Dallas, she sat on the edge of her hotel room bed, took a few deep breaths to make her heart stop racing, and picked up the phone.
"Jonelle?"
"Laura? Is that you?"
Laura's heart leapt up again, hammering against her ribcage. Jonelle sounded cheerful and friendly, not her usual skittish, careful, secretive self. Since moving to Dallas and getting married, Laura understood, Jonelle had a lot to lose, and she was more careful and tentative than ever. But for some reason, not this time.
"Yes... I'm here. They sent me here for a couple of days. I just arrived."
"How lucky." Jonelle sounded almost relieved. "My husband and Eric just left for a camping trip this afternoon."
Now Laura understood Jonelle's relaxed manner, her unguarded happiness at receiving Laura's call.
"Does that mean... you... could see me?"
There was a long pause, during which Laura felt her stomach curdling with fear. Maybe Jonelle didn't want to see her. Maybe she-
"You should come here," Jonelle said, straightforwardly. "I'm tired of your old hotel rooms. Nobody here but me. And the dogs, which we can put out in the backyard."
Laura almost collapsed from relief. "Oh god, really? Can I see you?"
Jonelle giggled softly. "You can see as much of me as you want. You want to see my toes? You want to see my wrinkled up elbows? You can see them all."
She gave Laura directions to her house, in a Dallas suburb, and Laura quickly rented a car. Nevertheless, it was an hour before she got there. She was not good at finding unknown locations in strange cities, and it was nearly dusk when she arrived, making it even harder for her.
Jonelle, it turned out, lived in a fairly upscale neighborhood. Her house was large, apparently expensive, and Laura realized that she had done very well for herself and her son in this marriage. She met Laura at the door, smiling warmly, wearing a kind of loose smock and ski pants.
"Come inside here so I can kiss you," she whispered. "We can't have the neighbors seeing, can we."
Thrilled, Laura entered the house, and Jonelle quickly locked it up tight behind her. Then she turned to Laura, taking her coat, leading her into the living room. Two small cocker spaniels followed them everywhere, wagging their tails and whimpering happily to have company.
Laura wondered how she could have forgotten just how exquisitely beautiful this woman actually was. Jonelle was a couple of years older now than she had been when Laura first saw her, and if anything she had become more beautiful. Her face had a chiseled perfection, and on top of her smooth black swan's neck it was a breathtaking sight. Today she had her hair piled up on top of her head, and it made her look even more like some rare Nigerian princess, slender and dark and luminously lovely.
She never liked being over-praised for her beauty, as if it were something to be embarrassed about, and now that she saw Laura staring again, she shook her head.
"What are you looking at, girl?"
Laura tried not to get sentimental. All her incredible, deep love for Jonelle had come flooding back into her at once, filling her with hot, aching, need and sharp longing, the kinds of feelings she had felt for Jonelle long ago but learned to hide from herself. And as she looked at Jonelle, she could see the corresponding feelings beginning to flood Jonelle too.
Laura felt a big tear well up in each eye. "I forgot how beautiful you are."
Jonelle sniffed and wiped away a quick tear herself. "That makes two of us. You look better than ever."
"Can I kiss you?"
Jonelle glanced around the living room playfully, as if to see if anyone were there to watch them. She spied the two dogs.
"Better let me put these two in the backyard. No telling what we might get into."
Oh god! Laura thought. Her heart fluttered from wild excitement. She tried to be calm. I never wanted anyone more than Jonelle.
When she returned from putting out the dogs, Laura noticed something vaguely different about her. True, she was not so painfully thin as at first, but after moving to Dallas and meeting her husband, she had put on ten pounds or so, growing actual small breasts instead of the mere swellings that had been there when Laura first had made love to her. Now she looked even a little fleshier, and her loose smock made her look a little oddly shaped.
Jonelle saw her looking. "I didn't want to tell you over the phone."
"Tell me what?"
Jonelle beamed. "I'm about four and a half months pregnant. Can't you tell?"
She did a delicate little pirouette, letting the full hem of her smock billow out, then fall back, revealing the small bump in her stomach below her ribs.
"Oh god, you are!"
Now Jonelle looked pensive, shy, tentative. "I was afraid you wouldn't want to come if you knew."
Laura couldn't stand it any longer. She stepped closer and took Jonelle's exquisitely beautiful face in both hands. She kissed her thoroughly, slowly, letting all the longing of their separation flow between them, letting Jonelle feel her love, which Laura felt nothing could ever stop.
Both were panting softly when their mouths came apart.
"Laura, you're making me hot. You know you aren't supposed to get pregnant ladies hot. You never can tell what might happen."
"I am so eager to find out," Laura purred, lowering her eyelids. "God, I have missed you! I just want to hold you."
Jonelle flirted. "I hope you want to do more than that. I mean, they ain't coming home until Sunday night. This is only Friday."
Laura smiled. "Aren't we terrible? All we want to do is-"
Jonelle raised one long tapering finger to her lips. "Don't say it. That word don't get said in this house. This is a fine upstanding house with no profanity. You and I are just going to-"
"Do some loving," Laura interrupted her, holding Jonelle's dark eyes with her own.
"That's right," Jonelle smiled. "That's a good word for it."
"Some hot loving."
Laura pulled her down on a nearby, huge, white sofa.
"You sure you want to do all that hot stuff with somebody who's got a big belly?" Jonelle asked.
Laura ran her hand down the smock, feeling the hard swelling there. "It doesn't feel so big to me. At least, not yet. But if it were as big as a watermelon, I still want you. Don't you know how much I want you?"
Jonelle shook her head playfully. "No. I forgot."
Laura began to kiss her long, smooth neck, a regal neck, a princess's neck, the most beautiful neck she had ever kissed. She kissed Jonelle's sculptured throat.
"Does this thing unzip in back?" she asked, trying to remove the smock. "I want to take it off and kiss every part of you."
"Here, I'll help you."
Jonelle unfastened the smock and lifted it over her head. She wore only a thin white cotton bra under it, her wonderful smooth skin looking very dark against the cloth.
"Should we go in your bedroom?" Laura suggested.
Jonelle shook her head. "Bad enough I'm doing this. I'd never be able to live with myself if I... you know, did it with you in the same bed where I sleep with him."
Laura understood but felt a hot rush of jealousy nonetheless. "I'd hate to get any stains on your sofa. It looks expensive."
"It is. I'll go get some sheets and towels."
Even though Laura had known they were going to 'do it' before this, she couldn't control the fluttery feeling in the pit of her stomach, or the hot, insistent aching she suddenly felt in her pussy, already ripe and wet. Jonelle seemed to feel the same and returned carrying sheets, towels, a box of kleenex, and wearing a huge, delighted, anticipatory grin on her beautiful face.
"Now we can just spread out wherever we want to and no one will ever know but us," she grinned.
Together, she and Laura spread one sheet over the sofa and the other one on the floor next to it. Fucking on the floor! Laura thought, almost unable to control her excitement. She had done it before, with Vanessa, with Randi, with Yvette, and every time it filled her with wild thrills. Looking at Jonelle in her white bra filled her with extra desire.
Again she pulled Jonelle down on the sofa, now safely covered.
"I got a head start on you," Jonelle said. "You have to take off something too. Otherwise, it isn't fair."
"I know," Laura laughed.
"Here, I'll help."
Together, they undressed each other, until they were both naked. Laura wanted to look at Jonelle's belly, but her eyes were captivated by her lovely small breasts, which were now even larger than they were when she had seen them last. She placed her hands over them, squeezing them with her palms, feeling Jonelle's large puffy nipples as soft as rose petals against her skin.
"They're bigger... bigger than I ever saw them," she said, kissing Jonelle romantically.
Jonelle giggled softly. "They were this big when I had Eric. Then they got small again, when I lost weight. You like my big titties?"
"I love them. Are they tender? Would it hurt if I... you know?"
Jonelle smiled and kissed Laura heatedly. "Let me tell you something. I am so horny, I'm about ready to explode. My husband... you know, he won't do it to me any more. Afraid he's going to hurt the baby or something. Or maybe he's afraid he's going to hurt me." She raised one eyebrow. "He do have a pretty big tool, if you know what I mean."
Laura thought of Damon, and worse, of Marshall. She had no idea how big Jonelle's husband's 'tool' was, but if it were anything like those, maybe he was right to try practicing abstinence during this delicate period. Oh honey, she thought, I am going to fuck you so well, so tenderly and slowly and carefully, you are going to come so hard. God, I am so glad to see you, and feel you like this!
"I can't get over the feel of you in my arms," she murmured to Jonelle, nuzzling her ear, kissing her naked body hungrily. "I want to swallow you and eat you alive. You're so smooth and warm and wonderful."
"You just go ahead and eat as much as you want, Laura," Jonelle smiled at her, panting more now, twisting as Laura dropped her mouth to the black, bursting plums of her large nipples.
At one time there had been hardly anything but nipples to Jonelle's breasts, but even then they were big, swelling bulbs, and Laura had devoured them eagerly. Now there was firm flesh under them, and Laura gently sucked it into her mouth too, bunching up one of Jonelle's small breasts between the fingers of each hand and lavishing devout, passionate attention on the bulging black bud at the top, lip-pinching it, tonguing it, then sucking softly, harder, even harder.
Jonelle began to whimper and stroke Laura's head, her fingers digging through Laura's hair to her scalp. Laura, fearing to hurt her, released her wet, stiff nipple, flicking it with her tongue, looking up into Jonelle's eyes, which swirled with frantic lust.
"Am I hurting you? Are they sore?"
Jonelle shook her head vigorously. "Go ahead," she panted. "Do it. Do it harder. Oh god, Laura, it's so good!"
"Mmmm, I love your big titties," Laura purred, echoing Jonelle's words. "I want to suck and suck them."
"Oh! Ahhnnnnn!" Jonelle gasped, twisting, her hips churning involuntarily. "Oh Laura... I need to be fucked. I need it so bad!"
Moving to her other breast, licking and sucking her other nipple, Laura teased her. "You're not supposed to say that word."
"Oh! Please, Laura!"
Laura, unable to resist teasing her further, slid up to kiss her shockingly beautiful face, contorted and grimacing in the urgency of her need. She kissed her everywhere-jaw, cheeks, eyelids, lips, nose, ears-murmuring, whispering to her.
"Do you want me to lick your beautiful pussy?"
"Yes!"
"Do you want me to fuck your beautiful pussy with my hand too?"
"Yes!"
"Do you want me to fuck you until you have a whole bunch of orgasms?"
"Oh god, yes, Laura! Yes! Ungghhh! Hurry... please!"
Laura had made love to the exquisitely beautiful Jonelle many times, but she had never seen her so desperate for release, writhing and pleading, her face crawling with need, her eyes blazing with need. Oh, I love this woman! she thought, sliding down Jonelle's smooth, black, supple body, pausing at the small basketball that now protruded just above her hip bones. Carefully, she stroked and kissed the taut swelling, lingering for a brief moment at Jonelle's navel, which formerly was a deep 'innie' but was now shallow enough for the tip of Laura's tongue to reach the root of it.
Jonelle whinnied softly as Laura tongue-fucked her navel, whimpering and gasping almost hysterically.
"Oh! Oh!" she gasped, pinching her own nipples between her fingers and her palms, something Laura had never seen her do.
Although she had slept with women who had children, and even fucked Cecilia soon after, when the milk flowed in warm, sweet rivers and they both nearly died from a surfeit of impossibly beautiful orgasms, Laura had never actually fucked a woman who was pregnant at the time. She was hypnotized by Jonelle's smooth, supple body and this hard, bulging protuberance, the skin stretched taut and glossy over it, and she kissed Jonelle's belly lovingly, as if it contained her own child, not Jonelle's and her husband's.
Jonelle, frightfully aroused, watched Laura's loving caresses, half-smiling in the grip of an erotic trance, enjoying the way Laura enjoyed her body, her newly distorted, burgeoning body. Laura caught her eye, and they both smiled happily. After all, their own love pre-dated Jonelle's relationship with her husband, and the deep feelings they shared could never be erased.
"If you don't do me fast, I'm gonna kill you, Laura," Jonelle whispered, her dark eyes throbbing, pulsing. "Please. Please... now."
Laura smiled at her again and kissed her way down the small basketball to the curly fringes of dense black pubic hair that edged the top of Jonelle's groin, slipping lower, until she came face to face with the gorgeous, blossoming wet flower. Few women had a pussy more perfect than Jonelle's. Some-Yvette's, Jane's-were its equal, but nobody had a more beautiful cunt, a lovely glistening ruby-red gash enclosed by long, dark, glossy lips, with a perfectly-shaped clit at the top that was about the side of a large pea.
Looking at it, Laura realized for the first time that maybe part of its startling beauty was the fact that Jonelle's cuntlips were slightly larger than normal, just enough to give them a faintly exaggerated presence as they either enclosed or revealed the juicy red interior. Laura gazed at it with deep love, and began to lick Jonelle's pussy slowly and expertly, which quickly aroused Jonelle to the breaking point. She groaned and bucked her hips frantically.
"Oh! Oh yes! Oh yes Laura yes! Ungghh!"
Oh god, she's going to come too fast! Laura thought, desperately wanting to prolong it, to enjoy the sight of Jonelle's splendid, sleek, writhing body, her little round belly swirling in the air as she pumped her groin up into Laura's face, trying eagerly to come. But there was no way Laura could stop it. She knew it and slid two fingers up into the warm, greasy sleeve, knowing Jonelle would spill over in a matter of seconds.
It hardly even took her that long. Looking up, as she stabbed her tongue deep into the inflamed interior of Jonelle's pussy, then drug it back out along the hard little nubbin of Jonelle's clit, Laura saw her eyes streaked by red-hot sexual delirium, saw her face grimace in a fierce shock, saw her thin, svelte body clench in a sharp convulsion. And then she stiffened, gripped by a fierce spasm, and dissolved into long, slow undulations, cawing softly deep in her throat as the beginnings of one of her epic climaxes struck her.
Laura had never known anyone who came the way Jonelle frequently did, clutched by a rapture so deep, so profound and devastating, that it seemed like a near-death experience. The first time she had seen it, she had been frightened, but since then she had just marveled at the power of it, and secretly envied Jonelle this incredible ecstasy she was able to reach.
It was also soundless, or nearly so. Jonelle didn't shriek or scream in uncontrollable pleasure. Instead, she quivered and twitched, her beautiful face overspread by the most sublime expression of bliss Laura had ever seen, her body completely possessed by convulsions and spasms of acutely intense pleasure as she swooned and came, it seemed, forever.
Soft little mewling sighs began to emerge from the raw, choked cawing that had been coming from her throat as she began to surface from her trance into a more normal flow of rapturous undulations.
"Ohhnnnnn! Oh... ungghh! Oh Laura... anngghhhh!" she gasped, twisting, gasping for breath, her small breasts shaking as she shuddered through another succession of wrenching spasms.
Laura had done very little after Jonelle began to come, though she left her fingers inside Jonelle's pussy, as if to give her something to push against. She had just watched, paralyzed by wonder. She realized suddenly that they were both free. They were both free to fuck and come together repeatedly, loudly, exuberantly, thrillingly. No one could hear them. Laura was far from her other lovers and entanglements, and Jonelle was temporarily free of her family responsibilities as wife and mother.
She had once told Laura that she never had these kinds of orgasms with anyone else, but now she was free to indulge herself in the most acute pleasure she was capable of, and when she finally blinked at Laura and smiled in acknowledgement that it was waning, Laura knew that Jonelle had recognized it too. She slid her fingers gently out of Jonelle's pussy and crawled up to embrace and kiss her.
"Shit, I ain't come like that since the last time I saw you," Jonelle half-croaked, gasping for breath, her eyes twinkling.
"You're only saying that to flatter me," Laura batted her eyes. "I'd give a fortune to come like that."
"One time you made me come almost that hard six times in a row," Jonelle recalled. "Think you could do that again?"
Laura nuzzled her neck. "I think I could give it a try. You're the one who has to survive them."
Now Jonelle had revived enough to take charge herself, and she coiled her sinuous body around Laura, kissing her passionately and rolling her over so that they both, clinging together, tumbled off the sofa onto the floor next to it, where they had already spread a sheet. Giggling and tickling, they again ended up with Jonelle momentarily on the bottom, and Laura leaned over her face, dangling her breasts over Jonelle's mouth, letting her chase Laura's nipples with her lips.
"Oh god, I'm so glad to be with you," Laura said, suddenly gasping with intense pleasure as Jonelle caught one breast in both hands and fed Laura's nipple into her warm, wet mouth. "Unhhhh!"
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