Laura's Story: An Interracial Lesbian RomanceChapter 281 free porn video

"Mmnngggg... oh god, yes! Just that way! Unngghh!" Sara groaned.

She was on top with her palms planted on the mattress on either side of Laura's head, her own head thrown back, eyes shut, lips parted, her breath hard and quick, her moans long and laced with fierce sensual pleasure. Laura, on her back, held the strap-on dildo secure with one hand and with the other eagerly fondled Sara's magnificent dangling breasts, first guiding one swollen, glimmering dark nipple into her mouth, sucking and mauling it hungrily, then switching to the other and doing the same.

They had already been at it for five minutes or so and were still in no hurry, having sunk into a slow, smoldering, sensitive rhythm that gave each of them the deep, lasting pleasure they wanted out of this moment. It was late on Saturday night, and they had already been fucking off and on since Friday evening.

By Saturday night they were usually so exhausted that they often just curled up in each other's arms and fell asleep. The difference this time was that while they were out, eating dinner, going to a movie, Sara had fallen into a pensive mood and actually brought up a subject they usually avoided.

Laura had a lot of time to reflect on it while she slowly and sensually sucked Sara's gorgeous large wet nipples. If I had nipples like these, I would be home sucking them myself all the time, she thought.

As they were leaving the movie theater, Sara had casually asked, though clearly she had been pondering the subject, "Do you ever wish that we could see each other more often?"

This was not an unusual question for Laura, since she often felt a desperate need to see Sara during the week, when they had a tacit agreement to let each other alone. On the other hand, when she was not desperately longing for Sara she was instead in bed fucking like a gluttonous little pig with Amber, or Dawn, or Jane, or Joy, or now Brad, or somebody else. This contradiction worried her, but she was also unable to ignore her true feelings, and she blurted out, "God, yes, sometimes I die to see you before Friday."

Their eyes caught, right there on the sidewalk, and a crackling electrical current passed between them. Laura's mind raced back through the sex they had had since the preceding evening and realized they had both had about six or seven orgasms apiece and should feel satisfied. But clearly they were about to tear each other's clothes off right there in front of the movie theater.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Sara grinned.

"I think I am."

Sara made a seriously hilarious face. "I didn't mean it that way, you know," she said, crossing her eyes, "but somehow I think I mean it now. Let's go home and-"

Laura cut her off, almost crumpled up with laughter at the face. "Don't say it. I don't want you saying to me in advance what I'm going to do to you." She grabbed Sara's hand and playfully dragged her toward the corner. "I'm going to devour you."

"You're a sex fiend," Sara giggled as they got inside the door of her apartment, where they were staying this weekend.

Laura was already undressing her. "That's exactly what I am, and you're going to get the worst I have to offer, darling."

"Or the best?"

On the bed in Sara's bedroom was the strap-on dildo, which Laura had brought with her and which they had fully intended to use but had not got around to yet. Sara pointed to it.

"I want that. I want you to lay on your back and let me be on top for once."

"You want to fuck me?" Laura asked demurely, putting her fingers to her throat. "Poor little me?"

Sara made another face, though it was not as hysterically funny as the one she had made in front of the movie theater. "No, I want you to wear it but let me be on top. Get it, dodo?"

And that was how they had arrived at this position. As neither one was in any rush, they had been panting and grinding like this for a long time. Laura knew from experience that Sara came easily when she was on top like this, dildo or no dildo, and so she must either be somewhat sexually desensitized from all their earlier fucking or she was exerting phenomenal self-control to delay her certain orgasm.

They were also so connected emotionally at the moment that Laura could feel the love flowing through their flesh, knitting them together, like a low-level magnetic current. Occasionally she felt this suspension of time, especially with Sara, as if they were immersed in a singular dimension where nothing existed but their bodies rubbing in rhythm and their minds singing together in the ecstasy of having each other.

"Unhhh... unhhhh!" Sara panted softly, gnawing her full lower lip now, slowly pulling her groin up so that the wet shaft slid out of it, then slowly lowering her pelvis again so that it rode back up deep into her clasping pussy.

Laura knew that this was the way to make your pussy feel each ridge on the dildo as it slid across the wet, sensitive inner flesh of your slit. She knew it could drive you wild, as it was doing to Sara, and yet Sara still didn't accelerate her movement, still kept iron control over her need to go frenzied with sexual gyrations. Laura watched her, rapt with fascination, holding Sara's saliva-wet, dangling breasts in her hands, sucking her big glossy nipples from time to time and wondering how long it would be before Sara simply gave in and came in a killing, wrenching finish.

She knew it couldn't be long. Sara was controlling it very well, but her breathing was getting harsher, and her soft little grunts and groans more helpless.

"Unh! Unh!" she gasped, her eyes finally fluttering open.

There was a desperate glint in her eye, the kind you got just before you erupted in a hot seizure of coming, and she looked down at Laura's lips on one of her swollen, wet nipples, now not so black as in some light, but more burnt umber and covered with small bumps. Laura saw her looking and purposely sucked the large wet bulb hard, sucking the whole thing and part of Sara's breast too into her mouth.

"Unnhhh... oh god!" Sara gasped, throwing her head back again.

She held her breast in one hand and pushed it into Laura's face, now moving her undulating hips more forcefully, fucking herself more rapidly on the dildo.

"Unhhh... unhhhh!"

"Honey, you're going to come," Laura said softly, releasing the bulbous, shiny, wet nipple.

"Unnnhh... unhhhh..." Sara nodded, now slumping forward so that her face came close to Laura's, reaching Laura's ear with her lips, breathing warm, rapid breath and chanting into Laura's ear at the same time. "I love you, Laura. God, I've never loved you so much as I do tonight! Unnhhh! Ohnnnn! I... just love you. I can't help it."

"I love you too, Sara," Laura whispered back, looking up at her almost worshipfully, bursting with love.

Usually it was Laura who could not control the impulse to blurt out her fierce, undying love for Sara. At first she had often done it at inappropriate moments: eating out together, walking along the street, talking on the phone. When she finally got control of this, she still could not stop herself from whimpering it during sex, almost constantly. Sara's only response to this, from time to time, was the wry and caustic: "Don't adore me, just fuck me, darling."

Sara was much more restrained and rarely blurted it out uncontrollably, as she was doing now. And yet Laura well knew there were times when you just had to. Holding it in could only work so long, and her own heart flooded with happiness as she felt Sara yielding to this need to let it out. She was so touched by it that she could feel a future orgasm awakening in her own body now, a distant swelling and throbbing, which had not been there before, so intent had she been on her task of being the cherished one on whom this delightful and passionate woman was bringing herself to a crushing bliss.

Sara never recovered from this moment. No sooner had she confessed this to Laura than her body gave a violent shudder, and a sexual climax of huge dimensions began to rock her. This one seemed to rip and rend her down to her toes.

"Ahhnnggnnieeee... ahhnnggnnieeee... ahhnnggnnieeee... " she whinnied hysterically into Laura's ear, her spastic fingers clutching Laura's flesh frantically, her pelvis twitching, still plunging up and down on the dildo that Laura held valiantly steady with one hand. "Ahhnnggnnieeee... ahhnnggnnieeee... ahhnnggnnieeee... "

Laura held her, Laura kissed her, Laura murmured to her, Laura undulated her own body under Sara's surging flesh to match each convulsion, feeling a kind of bliss of her own that even her strong love for Sara had never matched before. When the worst spasms had ripped through Sara, she began to quiver and twitch and coo, and Laura clasped her tightly, rolling her to the side and caressing her flesh and murmuring to her still, now kissing her face, though not her mouth since Sara was still panting, her breath ragged and labored.

In all their time together, Laura had never seen her come this hard or this long. Even after her climax had clearly waned, Sara did not open her eyes and was still breathing rapidly. She clung tightly to Laura. When she did finally open them, she was completely clear-eyed and sane and spoke quietly, her dark brown eyes big and shiny.

"Sometimes I wish I had never met you because you make me love you so much," she said softly.

Laura, feeling a definite role switch, temporary though it might be, chucked her under the chin with two fingers. "Does this mean I can adore you now instead of just... you know?"

Sara broke into a grin that communicated not only her acknowledgment of what Laura was saying but also the resonance of the ferocious, body shattering orgasm she had just experienced. "I... guess I can't stop you now, can I."

Laura finally and carefully extracted the ribbed dildo from Sara's pussy. She slipped out of the harness. "I want to adore you while you fuck me senseless," she purred. "I'm very envious."

Sara smiled calmly and reached out for Laura again, pulling her closer, so that their naked breasts mashed happily together again and their mouths could easily touch. "Give me a few minutes, okay?" she asked, almost shyly. "I've never loved anyone like this. It... takes a lot out of me." An unexpected tear began to roll down one of her dark brown cheeks. "I don't know what happened. I just... all of a sudden, I felt this horrible, wrenching love for you. I still feel it. I don't know what came over me."

Laura kissed the tear to stop it, and continued kissing the smooth cheek, then Sara's soft, pillowy lips. "I don't know why either. But I couldn't be happier," she murmured.

They kissed and whispered and dozed this way for another half hour before Sara's physical and emotional energies began to revive. Finally, Laura got her way. Insisting that they follow the same script, she mounted Sara in the same way Sara had earlier mounted her, and they again took the slow ascent to the top, their eyes locked together, their bodies smoldering with even more love this time, since it had been so freely and helplessly confessed. When Laura finally came it was like the end of the world.

This weekend, she knew, and Sara knew, had all the signs of a milestone in their relationship. They had been in love for months and thoroughly enjoyed each other's company every weekend, but this last Saturday night had unaccountably overwhelmed them both with an intensity of physical and emotional passion neither had anticipated. On Sunday evening they were reluctant to part, clinging to each other with almost embarrassing fervor.

And even though they had confessed to one another their need to see each other more often, they were both somehow spooked by this strong outpouring of emotion that had taken them both by surprise, and they actually took precautions to avoid each other, both of them needing some time to digest their feelings and come to terms with Saturday night.

Fortunately for Laura, Amber Grant was back in town from her little jaunt to Vail and wanted to see her.

"Did you miss me?" she asked Laura over the phone, very upbeat and crisp, but also clearly affectionate.

"You know I did."

"Did you get the bracelet?"

"You know I did. It's gorgeous. It was so sweet of you. I wear it all the time."

"All the time?"

Laura paused and giggled softly at the implication Amber was making. "Most of the time."

"Good. I'm dying to see how it looks on you. I want to see how you look when you're wearing nothing but the bracelet. Take the rest of the afternoon off and come over here. You want me to send a taxi for you?"

"Whoa, wait a minute there. I'm not rich like you, I have to work. I have to keep my job."

"Oh, Laura, you're so tiresome. I have plenty of money for both of us. And about seventeen others too. Why are you so worried?"

"I'm not. I like my job. And I do have to keep it. I can't just be the plaything of a rich girl. What if you get tired of me?"

Amber sighed as if annoyed. "When can you come over?"

"How about five-thirty?"

Amber sighed again. "I guess I can play with my kitty till you get here."

"I didn't know you had a cat. I didn't see it when I was there." Laura let a little wry twist into her voice.

"The hell you didn't, girl. You buried your pretty face right in it. I'll be waiting. Dying to see you. Really." She hung up.

It wasn't exactly easy to return to work after this conversation. Laura's feelings, already in a turmoil over Sara, were immediately sent into a delicious but troublesome flux by the sound of Amber's voice, her easy banter, and her obvious affection. Here were two women she adored but in completely different ways. Amber and she had a clear understanding that neither of them was a threat to the other's long-term, deeper relationship-with their respective 'sweetie pies, ' as Amber liked to call Sara and her own lover, whatever her name was-and that they served each other's needs in way that need not interfere with their more emotional commitments.

But it wasn't easy for Laura simply to put her deep feelings for Sara off in a pocket somewhere, locked up securely where they could never leak out until she wanted them to, while she frolicked in Amber's bed. She would always feel a little guilty, though she was aware that this provided some of the spice that enlivened her frequent straying. Also, she felt less of it with Jane, or Dawn, or Joy, for example, than with Amber, probably because Amber too was 'cheating, ' in a way, and they were bonded together not only by their physical lust, which was irresistible, but also by a muted conspiratorial thrill that made them feel kinky and naughty and wickedly happy.

But once Laura convinced herself to think no longer of Sara, she could think of nothing else but Amber. Her long, black, slender body, darker by far than Sara's, very lean. The gorgeous and alluring tattoo around her delicious navel. Her amazing long tongue, of which she was so proud, which she would insert in every orifice of your body, if you didn't watch out. Her magnificent dark puffy nipples, her long wet pink gash of slippery pussy that Laura so hungered to taste again.

By the time she got to the Fontana at about six, she was in a low simmer of happy lechery. The only thing that puzzled her was that there were two Fontanas instead of one, something she had neglected to notice when she had been driven there by Amber the first time. She must've come another way, then darted into the underground garage, and I really didn't see where she went, Laura reasoned. She parked in a white zone and called Amber on her cell phone.

"Are you Fontana East or Fontana West?" she asked.

"God, you're finally here," Amber said. "I thought you weren't going to make it. Fontana East. Go down into the garage. There's a guy down there, a young guy named Jose. Tell him you want to park it next to mine. He'll show you were it is. Jose is very nice and I tip him well. Take the elevator up. Did you wear the bracelet?"

"Wait and see."

In another five minutes she was knocking on Amber's door. Amber opened it, wearing a transparent wispy aqua peignoir. She raised one eyebrow and held out a full champagne glass to Laura.

"Welcome to my humble abode," she murmured in a sexy, throaty voice. "Care to come in and play?"

"I haven't been able to think of anything else," Laura smiled and took the glass, carefully, from her hand, stepping inside the door.

"You better drink a little of that before you walk," Amber nodded at the champagne. "It's kind of full. I'm trying to get you drunk so I can take advantage of you. Just a warning."

Laura flirted back, raising the glass to her lips and taking a sip of Amber's very expensive champagne. "Should I be frightened?"

Amber slowly closed the door behind Laura and locked it. "Only if you don't like horny rich girls who can't get enough you."

Laura wanted to put the champagne glass down and grab her, but there was no place she could set it in the foyer, no table, only the four Georgia O'Keeffe paintings of flowers-as-vaginas which had so captivated Laura last time. She couldn't help lingering in front of them again, until Amber tugged her elbow.

"I'm getting lonely, Laura," she pouted out loud. "I didn't know you were such an art lover. Maybe I should have them taken down just so you'll look at me instead."

Laura turned her head, then her whole body, and made a point of looking Amber up and down in a lingering, hungry way. It wasn't hard. She was pretty convinced that there wasn't a woman or man on the planet who wouldn't want to ravish this gorgeous rich girl. Amber was of course completely naked under the peignoir. Her sleek, dark, slender body was alluringly, discreetly veiled by the wispy transparent cloth, her small, high breasts intriguingly half-visible, her protruding, puffy black nipples making delicious swellings in the fabric, her lean, willowy black thighs showing the light between them when she walked ahead of Laura, drawing her into the apartment.

It was twilight, and Amber's living room with its huge plate glass windows overlooking the bay and the piers was very romantic. Lights were winking on across the bay in Berkeley and Oakland, and Ghirardelli Square below them was starting to look like an enchanted fairyland. Since Amber was nearly naked already, Laura wanted to pull her close and get her own hands under that peignoir and perhaps fall to the floor and do it right there. She was feeling that impulsively passionate.

"Oh no you don't," Amber murmured as Laura tried to grab her from behind with one hand, the other still precariously grasping the half-full champagne glass.

Amber giggled and slipped forward out of Laura's reach, turning, watching Laura's eyes on her small swaying breasts under the filmy peignoir. She reached out and took the champagne glass from Laura's hand and placed it on a nearby chrome-and-glass table.

"Put this thing down if you want to get sexy," she purred. "They cost me twenty-five bucks apiece."

"I thought you could afford anything," Laura smiled, half-petulantly.

"How do you think rich people get rich?" Amber raised her eyebrow again. "Not by breaking expensive champagne glasses." She approached Laura again, looking sultry now, her eyelids heavy. "Do you think it's too early in the day to... go to bed?"

Laura leaned forward and let her lips brush Amber's black, seductively smooth cheek. "With some people, I might say yes. They need a little buildup. With you, I think there is no time that isn't right."

"You want to get your hands under this thing I'm wearing, don't you," Amber whispered, knowingly. "And I want to see you naked and wearing only that bracelet."

"Ahhh, I knew there was an ulterior motive," Laura smiled.

Amber linked one forefinger with Laura's, as she had done on their first evening together, and pulled her toward the bedroom. For some reason Laura found this so impossibly touching that her knees almost weakened, and she half-stumbled.

"Careful, Grace," Amber teased, glancing back over her shoulder. "A trip to the emergency room will spoil our fun."

Just to tease her back, Laura reached down and got a long forefinger under the hem of the peignoir, quickly bringing it up so that she tickled Amber's bare ass with it and deftly slipping it briefly into the crack between her hard little buns before Amber squealed and playfully jumped forward out of reach again.

"Oooohhhh!" she said, "you are a devil! I might have to teach you a little lesson. You must not let fingers go where they haven't been invited."

By now they were in Amber's bedroom. Amber lit a couple of fat candles, one on either side of the bed, then turned the indirect lighting way down. Since it was deepening twilight, the room suddenly became a sex lair, the same place where Laura and she had enjoyed an almost perfect first time together a few weeks earlier. She turned to Laura with a bemused smile, while Laura came closer and placed the same finger on Amber's sensual lips.

"What will it take to get an invitation?" she whispered to Amber, her eyes locking hotly onto hers.

Amber gave her a half-grin. She leaned closer, brushing Laura's cheek with her own lips, bringing her mouth close to Laura's ear. Amber's warm breath in her ear made a hot shiver of excitement stream down Laura's flesh.

"I told you," Amber murmured. "Naked wearing the bracelet."

Still feeling her flesh quiver as Amber stepped back, with a suggestive, amused look in her dark eyes, Laura pouted. "If I get naked... I'll feel like the only drunk at a party. You have to get naked too."

"Darling, I am naked. Didn't you notice?"

Amber did a dainty and practiced little pirouette, one she clearly had learned as a little rich girl taking ballet lessons, in front of Laura. The wispy aqua peignoir swirled out from her naked body, and Laura realized that she indeed was naked since nearly every part of her delicious smooth dark body was visible in that one circular motion.

"Never mind," she said to Amber, a little smugly. "I want to take it off you myself."

Amber broke into a smile. "Mmmmm, you get better and better, Laura. I can hardly wait. Meantime, you're first. Remember what I told you. Little rich girls get to have their way."

Laura shook her head, nevertheless beginning to unbutton and unzip her clothes. "No, you told me that little rich girls always get to go first," she reminded Amber.

"That too," Amber said, her eyes glued to the parts of Laura's body that were slowly being revealed.

This was the second time in a few days that someone (Brad, earlier) had scrutinized Laura's body lasciviously as she disrobed. She knew she was attractive, but this scrutiny thrilled her anew each time for some reason, as if she were only now discovering the appeal her naked flesh had to others, that they wanted her not only for the sexual skills she would devote to their exclusive pleasure, but also for the very real enjoyment they would get just from touching her body. Or even from looking at it.

"God, Laura, you are a masterpiece," Amber said under her breath, for once dropping her flip and playful mannerisms. "I sure picked right this time."

Laura, typically modest, almost felt like covering up at this deeply honest confession. She knew she was desirable, but no masterpiece. Amber, however, felt differently.

"Hold it right there," she said, approaching Laura. As she got closer, Laura realized that she, Amber, was panting softly. She knelt in front of Laura. "Let me kiss you here." She pressed her lips against Laura's bare midriff. "I love your skin," she breathed, running her sensual mouth all over Laura's stomach.

"That's good, because I love yours," Laura said, looking down, feeling the warm nectars begin to ooze copiously inside her pussy. "God, you're making me so hot. Let me get these clothes off."

"Here," Amber said, rising, "I'll help."

In a few more seconds they had Laura completely naked, except for the bracelet. She stepped back, smiling, extending her wrist and rattling the silver links ostentatiously in Amber's face. Her naked breasts jiggled as she moved her arm, and Amber's dark, excited eyes darted back and forth from them to the bracelet.

"Somebody very special gave me this," Laura said. "And very hot."

Amber raised one eyebrow again coolly. "Really. Do you like her?"

Laura advanced slowly on her. "I hunger for her. I want to eat her alive."

Amber, usually so much in charge, seemed to flutter internally at Laura's words. She swallowed. "You look as wonderful in that bracelet as I thought you would," she whispered in a smoky voice, now that Laura was close enough to touch her. "I'm going to have to buy you three or four."

Laura lifted the peignoir up from the bottom to the top, pulling it slowly over Amber's head. "One will be quite enough," she murmured. "There's something else I want more."

Amber's dark eyes were turning hot and pulsing. "And what is that?"

They had not kissed on the mouth yet, though their lips had touched other parts of each other's body, but this was an irresistible moment, and they fell into each other's arms, their lips almost crushing together. Their hands raced over each other's naked flesh. Laura felt the long hot wriggling snake of Amber's tongue nearly wriggling down her throat.

"Oh god, Laura, you have such a beautiful body, I want you so much!" she panted, after removing it.

Laura loved the feel of their small firm breasts mashing together as they embraced, and her mouth moved ravenously down Amber's smooth black neck to her beautifully formed shoulder, pausing to caress a perfect clavicle with her lips, then on down to one small globe, which she cradled in her palm. She was a total fool for puffy nipples and sucked Amber's swollen black beauty deep into her mouth without hesitation.

"Unnghh!" Amber groaned, as if taken by surprise, her body quaking and her head briefly falling back. "Oh shit... Laura... I've got to have it now! I can't wait!"

Laura was feeling absolutely the same way. Still sucking hungrily, she pushed Amber's body gently backward until both of them tumbled onto Amber's bed, with Laura half on top. As they fell onto the mattress, Amber's breast, all slippery and wet now with Laura's warm saliva, slipped out of Laura's mouth, but not her hand, and she quickly lashed Amber's bulging, shiny black nipple with her tongue, then sucked it eagerly back between her lips.

"Ohhhh... Jesus!" Amber half-hissed, looking down at Laura's mouth siphoning up her perfect small breast.

Laura, consumed by hot, urgent lust, barely gave her a chance even to moan before devouring Amber's other nipple in the same way, sucking a large part of Amber's whole breast into her mouth and pinching Amber's pulpy, bulging nipple to the roof of her mouth with her tongue, bringing soft little squeals of pleasure from deep in Amber's throat.

"Nnggmmeee! Nnggmmeee!" Amber gurgled, thrashing around under Laura, groping for Laura's flesh but also overwhelmed and stunned by this heated love assault.

By now Laura had bunched up her scrumptious little breasts in both hands so that she could kiss, lick, tongue-stab, and suck Amber's wet, stiffening nipples at will, moving her mouth from one to the other, peppering them with hot pecks and quick sucks until Amber was whimpering and twisting, wild with need.

"Laura... ohhhh... oh, you don't play fair!" Amber panted, holding Laura's head in both of her hands but wincing with pleasure as Laura love-tormented her shiny wet nipples. Finally, she pushed Laura over onto her side too and dropped her own hands to Laura's breasts. "I told you little rich... girls... get to go first," she panted again, playfully but meaningfully, and began to devour Laura's nipples herself voraciously.

"Oh... oh..." Laura gasped, feeling the flames leap higher inside her own body, feeling the urgency overwhelm both of them.

This reminded her of the times she and Yvette-especially-or she and Randi, or even now sometimes she and Sara, would fall to the floor or the sofa, wherever they might be, rip each other's clothes halfway off, and fuck in a white hot frenzy, unable to wait, unable to restrain their surging lusts, consuming each other in such a hurry that often they came, both of them, in only seconds, in a great shared gushing of exuberant and unthrottled ecstasy. It was going to be like that now, she knew it. They could not stop themselves, or their hands, or their mouths, or control their frantic need.

Amber was all over Laura's breasts with her hands and her mouth, returning the passionate assault Laura had just inflicted on hers, but Laura was by no means submissive. Her fingers dug into the svelte, naked flesh of Amber's shoulders and her long back, and she managed to slip both legs around the girl's slender body, around Amber's hips, so that she could pump suggestively, grinding her own hips in a rapid fucking motion, unable to get her oozing pussy on any bare flesh until Amber obligingly turned sideways, pushing her waist into Laura's groin but still sucking Laura's throbbing nipples hungrily.