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Confidential; for the eyes of Dr. Lewis only

As you suggested, I've written it out like a story, and you were right,
it has made it easier to tell. Please return the disc to me after you've
read it and made your notes, and delete it from your computer. I'd hate
for anyone else to find it, or, heaven forbid, publish it somewhere or post
it on the internet! I don't know if it was the same at your school, but at
the university where I went to take psychology, we were required to act as
subjects for some of the studies. For particularly long or unpleasant ones
[like where they make you sick or keep you immobilised], they give you
extra credits or even give you financial credit towards your tuition. My
parents were paying for my education, but my dad always used to tell me how
he and my mom had emigrated here from India without a dime, and struggled
for every penny. That's why I checked into what I could do to lessen his
burden. I don't know if anyone's noticed, but there are two things that
scientists just don't want to be known for studying. Psychotropic drug
use, and sex. The study in which I was to be a subject was not part of my
curriculum, so I knew that it was normal that the researchers not tell me
any more than they wanted me to know, at least until it was over and ready
for publication. I was interviewed by professor Sloan; 'you will do
perfectly, if you are willing' he said, looking me up and down. 'What is
the study about, professor?' 'Endocronilogical effects of sexual
stimulation' There was a pause. 'And how am I to be stimulated?' He
laughed, 'you don't get stimulated, you are to be the stimulus!' It took a
further half hour for the psychology professor to convince this nineteen
year old girl that 'stimulating' a man by letting him have sex with you was
no more abnormal than sharing a cup of coffee.

So, that's how I ended up in a 'bedroom' in the bowels of the
university, dressed in very little, with my hair down and brushed [it came
to the middle of my back in those days], waiting for a strange male to
enter the room. My imagination had been working overtime all week,
wondering what was going to happen. My role was to act like the lover of
the other subject, whom I wouldn't meet until the first experiment. It was
up to me how far to go, but if I wanted to stay in the program and get my
entire schooling paid for, it was clear that it would be all the way. The
door opened and a man entered the room. He was middle aged, with very
short black hair ringing a prominent bald spot. His eyes lit up when he
saw me. I stood and walked over to him. . At that time I had larger
breasts than I do now, and I saw in the mirror that covered one wall how
they were pushing out the white cotton slip that contrasted sharply with my
dark skin. The man was about five foot ten, only slightly taller than me.
I smiled at him as I put my arms around his neck, and held my body against
his. 'Hi' I said, simply, looking into his dark eyes, our noses nearly
touching. 'Hi!' he replied, enthusiastically, and kissed me. My mother
didn't even want me to go out with anyone without her approval [and a check
of their caste and parentage]. As I kissed and held this complete stranger
pressed against me, I found myself thinking that I was far from home. He
was running his hands up and down my back, then lower, under the slip and
up, his hand was on my panties. Then under them, on my bare bottom. I was
born and raised in America; I was not a virgin at nineteen. But almost. I
was surprised to find that I was getting excited. I wondered if they were
going to ask me about that afterward. We had sex. Full penile - vaginal
penetration. Sex. He was gentle and considerate. In fact, despite his
age, or maybe because of it, he was the best lover I'd had until that
point. We soon had our orgasms, together. 'I hope that I'll be able to see
you again' he said, nervously, before leaving in a hurry. I figured that
he was thinking about the needle he was about to get, for the blood sample.
So it began, and several times a week I would have sex with total strangers
in the name of science.

For a while I thought I'd figured out how to get through it easier. I
would make them climax very quickly, by taking them orally and then
gyrating my hips rapidly when they would have regular sex with me. But the
professor said that that wasn't the idea, I should spend some time with
each subject, to build the sexual tension before release. Afterwards
professor Sloan would ask me some questions, and write the answers down on
a pad. Things like whether I'd had an orgasm [surprisingly often, I
admit], and my impressions of the other subject, how stimulated I thought
he was. Sloan said that due to the sensitive nature of the research, he'd
do the interviews himself, to protect my privacy. Sometimes he took a
blood sample from me.

The men were always older, and all were white. One was really old, past
sixty, and I was with him several times. He had a problem with impotence,
and prof. Sloan told me that that was why he was recruited. My job was to
do my utmost to stimulate him, so that Professor Sloan and his students
could study his hormones from 'before' and 'after' blood samples. There
were other 'stimulator' girls in the program [I wasn't allowed to know who
they were], but apparently I was the only girl who could get the guy going.
It was a tough assignment. I had to really get into the role, pretending
that I was in love with him, stroking and kissing his old face and body.
Looking into his eyes and smiling at him while I went down on him. Only
then could he get an erection. And then he would have intercourse with me
in a missionary position for twenty minutes or more. He was nice. He'd be
very affectionate the whole time, and he was the only one of the men who
ever went down on me in return. And yes, I did achieve orgasm from that.
Actually, to succeed, I had to play my role so intimately with him, that it
was almost as though I really did desire him, and I came several times with
him on each of his visits.

Then there was the midget. I was sitting in a chair by the mirror while
waiting for him, brushing my hair, naked. His eyes widened as he entered
and saw me, and he made a kind of happy gurgling sound. I hate to say
this, but he had an ugly, pinched kind of face. He came up in front of me,
and even sitting in the chair, he only came up to my nose. I put down the
brush, and held out my arms, and embraced the poor little fellow, stroking
and holding his head against me. He was very clean, and he had a pleasant
kind of smell. He had nice, thick, black hair. I lay down on the bed, and
he striped and lay on top of me. He held my head in his little hands and
kissed me, while his erection grew between my breasts. Somehow I didn't
mind when I felt his tongue push itself into my mouth. I even slid mine
into his. His penis was normal sized, but we had to be a bit creative in
order for him to be able to enter and have intercourse with me. I had to
lift my hips, while he stood upright and moved his whole body back and
forth to get enough movement. It may sound really bizarre, but actually,
he was very sweet. He couldn't quite make me come, but I have to give him
points for trying. I think of him sometimes, and wonder what became of
him.

After a few months, prof. Sloan wanted me to do more. He said that he
had a subject who craved anal sex. He wanted to study the fellow after he
had fulfilled this desire. I said no way, that's going to far! But Sloan
could be extremely persuasive; he convinced me that it wasn't such a big
deal. He told me I should get my rectum accustomed to penetration in
advance, and I'd have no trouble. He was much younger than most of the many
men that I'd been with by then. In his late twenties, I guessed. When he
striped down, he revealed the tattoos all over both arms. He was muscular,
tanned and lean. 'Baby, what an ass' he said, and pushing me down on the
bed, he groped me and bit me. He didn't break the skin, but it hurt. It
wasn't too bad when he pushed himself into my annus. I was happy that I'd
done as prof. Sloan suggested, and practiced penetrating myself with the
neck of a bottle a couple of times in the previous days. I was on my hands
and knees on the bed, and the tattooed man fucked [sorry, but it's the most
appropriate word] me like a dog, screaming and whooping, squeezing my
breasts, pulling my head back by the hair. Although he was relatively
handsome compared with most of the other subjects, he didn't show me any
consideration or kindness. I cried a little after he'd left, nursing my
tender behind. I wondered if I could get the old man or the midget again.
The professor looked a bit angry as I described the encounter to him later.
He held me, stroked my head, and told me I was a good girl. That made me
feel better.

It was shortly after that, I think, that I had the first 'in the dark'
encounter. Done in the room in complete darkness, so neither of us would
know what the other looked like. It was a large man, with a beard. He was
tender to me, and I felt a flush of emotion as I recognised the smell of
professor Sloan. I know now that I should have been angry at this blatant
breach of trust and ethics. But by that time I was so emotionally starved,
that I welcomed him into me. At last someone that knew ME, had been kind
to me, had shown me some form of affection while outside this room. You
have to understand, that my own course work was very demanding, and with
the time demanded of me by Professor Sloan, I really didn't have energy
left for social dating. We had strait sex, and I drank in the forbidden
affection. The professor started repeating the 'sight deprivation'
experiments at least once a week. It was always himself, and I don't know
if he ever knew that I knew. I always looked forward to being with him.

One evening while he was taking down notes about a just finished
encounter, he asked if I could take on some more work. By that time, I'd
do just about anything for him. A shower was installed in the room, so that
I could freshen up immediately after a man left, and take a second man on
the same evening. Also, my participation was increased to five times a
week.

Sometimes there were strange scenes, like when I dressed up as a nurse,
or a harem girl. There was a foot fetishist. He went completely wild over
my Indian silver ankle chain and toe ring [I've always liked to accentuate
my ethnic identity]. He was a non-descript middle-aged man. He came in a
suit and tie, carrying a brief case, as though he'd just come from his
work. I suppose that he had. He kept his cloths and thick horned rim
glasses on, but removed his shoes and sat on the foot of the bed. I
striped for him, and sat at the head of the bed, so he could get at my
feet. It was fun, how he adored them. He praised their small size, and
just rubbed and massaged them for the longest time. Then he started to
lick the soles and suck on my toes. It tickled terribly sometimes, and I
apologised for laughing, but he told me that he liked my laugh. He
undressed himself unashamedly, under my gaze. He didn't have a very
attractive body, I'm sorry to say. He hung his cloths carefully on the
hooks on the wall in the corner. He sat back down where he had been,
wearing only those unfortunate glasses, and placed my feet one on either
side of his half erect penis. We both leaned back on our elbows, nude,
facing each other, while I gave him the 'foot job'. He sighed with
pleasure, and told me how lovely and exotic I was, and how he wished his
wife was more like me. He asked if it was O.K. to kiss me, and I thought
that was a funny question at that point! I told him yes, and he slid up
and over me, and with his weight on his hands, we kissed for a while. I
reached down, and guided him into me, wrapping my legs around his as he
slid inside of me. I wrapped my arms around his chubby white middle, while
he pumped in and out of me. He kept stroking my face with his fingertips,
kissing me, and telling me how wonderful I was, until I had an orgasm.
Later, when he had his, his excitement, and the feeling of his sperm
shooting into me caused me to have another. Unfortunately, he had to get
dressed and go pretty quickly afterwards, because I had another man
scheduled.

Then there was that creature.. Half man, half woman. She came in
looking very female, made up and in a sexy dress and heels. She was
beautiful, with a slim figure, fine face, and long auburn hair. I knew, of
course. I'd been told in advance. We kissed, and then she started to cry.
I held her and told her that it was O.K., and I took out and stroked 'her'
penis. She told me that she was born with it, and in adolescence, had
grown breasts instead of body hair. I enjoyed playing with her breasts and
kissing her nipples, as so many men had played with mine. She had
wonderful, slim, girlish hips, and long, smooth, shapely, feminine legs.
They looked so odd, with a man's organ protruding out from between them. We
made love, and it was an exciting experience. First she was on top, and it
was a different thrill as she penetrated me while I fondled her breasts.
They were medium sized, young and full. Her long hair tickled my face and
breasts, and she made me come. I took her small, hard penis in my mouth,
and I did all that I'd learned to give her pleasure. I climbed on top and
put her back inside me, and I moved my pelvis forward and back like a belly
dancer. I rubbed my thick black hair over her breasts with my hands. She
came at last, and we lay together for some time before she rose and left me
forever. She'd told me that I had been her first woman.

I don't know how I ever agreed to take two men at the same time. I was
excited at first, when they entered the room. They were both young, in
their twenties, and both really good looking. Yet there was something odd
and unpleasant about them I soon decided. They both undressed, and had the
biggest equipment I'd ever seen. I was a little frightened by them. The
dark haired one called all the shots, he was very particular about exactly
what should be done. He told the blond one to 'fuck ' me, just like that.
We were doing it 'doggy style', and the dark one kneeled on the bed in
front of me and made me suck him while his friend was still at it. After a
while, he wanted us to change positions, so I was on top. I rode the blond
guy's big cock franticly, but he wouldn't come. I thought that they might
be gay or something. Then the dark haired one started running his finger in
and out of my rectum. You can probably guess where this was leading, but I
had no idea. I looked over into the big mirror on the wall when I felt his
big penis against my ass. He pushed it into me slowly and carefully, not
like the tattooed man had done it. I had to lie very still. When they both
had complete penetration, they started to squirm around, so that one would
be going in while the other was coming out. We looked like a sandwich, my
brown body in between their two white ones. Beef on white bread or
something. I was face down on the blond, while the other one kind of
squatted over my behind. I could clearly see it all in the mirror, that
big white log entering and leaving my small brown behind. I felt like a pig
on a spit. It may sound very erotic, maybe it was, but it wasn't very
pleasant for me. The dark haired one finally pulled all the way out of me,
and came on my back. Then he told me to sit up and slide backwards, and
when I had, the blonde's released cock squirted all over my front. They
used my shower, one at a time, then dressed and left, having hardly spoken
a word to me the whole time. I felt better about it after professor Sloan
told me how well I'd done. He sang my praises, hugged and kissed me, and
said I was a 'real trooper'.

It was a couple of months later that Amanda found me. She was a very
beautiful girl, my height, with smaller breasts than me, but with a very
clear complexion, soup plate size blue eyes, and long, strait blond hair.
She just spotted me by chance on campus, and came over to talk; 'don't you
work for professor Sloan?' I was scared stiff; I thought my legs would
buckle. 'No' I lied. She ignored it. 'I have to talk to you, it's very
important' So I agreed to meet her in her room that same afternoon. She
was very smart; she insisted it be immediately after the class I was headed
for when we met. 'What's this about?' I demanded of her defensively, up in
her room later. 'Sit down' she said, kindly. 'I'm sorry, but I have to
show you this' She handed me a boxed videotape. The title was; 'coloured
coed sluts' The photo on the box was me, with a man penetrating me from
behind, and another in my mouth. I very nearly passed out from the shock.
Amanda held me for a long time as I cried. She kissed away my tears, and
showed me another box; 'Coed sluts who love black cock'. It was beautiful
blond Amanda, with a large black penis in her mouth. 'How did you find
out?' 'One of the customers told me. He was enraged when he found himself
on a tape with me in some porno shop, and decided to blow it for Sloan'.
'Customers?' 'What do you think? They pay $250 each per time, more for the
kinky stuff. Except that pair of porn actors. They got paid, I would
guess'. The totality of the betrayal felt like a truck parked on my chest.
I spent that night with Amanda, with her in her bed. We didn't have sex,
but we held each other close all night.

On our second meeting with the police 'vice' detective, he advised us to
let the matter drop. He said that he'd inquired for us, and was told that
it would be very hard to make the case stick, and our names would just get
dragged through the mud for nothing. But as we left the police station, we
both saw, and knew. The captain in the glass office was the first man who
had been with me in the room. He had been with my darling Amanda as well.
Neither of us saw Professor Sloan again. He just kind of disappeared from
the university. We changed our dorm assignments and moved in together, and
became lovers. Making love with Amanda was and is always deeply emotional,
so different from what I had been through. Sometimes we toy with the idea
of a return to heterosexuality, and there is a man that we both like. We
can both be happy that neither of us contacted HIV. At the time these
events took place, it was supposed to have been a homosexual disease. I
would be glad for an opinion, doctor Lewis... what do you think about the
idea of us letting a man into our lives? Ace 1999

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Keywords: FF, cons, interr, rom
Part: Chapter 30
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance

Even though her breasts and nipples did hurt for days, as Karen
had promised, reminding her of Karen's brutal passion and sharp
teeth, she couldn't stop touching them, as if to bring it back, to
prolong it, to keep it there as a safeguard against the memory of
Yvette. And so she now went through about a week of almost constant
masturbation, more than she had ever done.

In the morning before work, she would make herself come three
times before leaving her apartment, then dash home after work and do
it again, having at least five more orgasms before bed. She used
every ingenious technique available, including the bathtub faucet,
coming deliriously as the warm water crashed into her exposed pussy,
and the fruit and vegetable bowl, resorting again to the double
cucumber trick more than once.

And she used Brandi's video until she was afraid she would wear
it out. She could come at almost any part of it, masturbating while
listening to Brandi's voice during an interview, and also while Brandi
posed, showing off her incredible, huge, glossy thighs, which she had
actually fucked Laura with on several occasions, inspiring the most
hysterical, shattering climaxes.

By focusing so single-mindedly on masturbation, on being sure
to get a certain number of orgasms each day, she was able to keep her
attention from straying to Yvette at work. And yet, they were
involved in the same project, on which they had been working together
on the night she had touched Yvette's naked breast, causing this
terrible uneasiness between them.

They smiled and acted businesslike toward each other at work.
But now, they were thrown together again, on the second part of the
project. Working closely with the girl, Laura almost buckled under
the strain, knowing Yvette mistrusted her, knowing also that Yvette
knew she, Laura, wanted her unbearably. Luckily, this time there
were two more members of the team, so Laura and Yvette weren't alone
together too much.

But on the second day, when the other two went to lunch, and
Laura was alone with Yvette in the office, she suddenly felt
Yvette's hand on the back of her neck. She froze, then relaxed,
turning her head, her eyes full of questions.

Yvette's dark eyes throbbed with meaning. "Remember that
night," she whispered.

"I can't forget it," Laura whispered back.

Yvette's face came close to hers. "I can't either."

They knew they were alone, even though the door wasn't shut.
Yvette's sensual mouth was only inches from Laura's. She moved it
even closer.

"Someone might be watching us," Laura whispered.

"I know."

Yvette straighened up. She walked to the office door and shut
it. Then she came back. This time she took Laura's face in both
hands and kissed Laura's mouth aggressively, slipping her tongue
inside as soon as Laura's lips parted.

But then, as if shocked out of a trance by what she had done,
she pulled back, wiping her mouth, her face distraught and stricken
with dismay.

"My god, what am I doing?" she said out loud.

"It's all right," Laura said calmly. "Maybe you just . . .
lost control for a second. Don't worry. It never happened."

Yvette looked confused, like a frightened animal. "Oh god,"
she said in a small voice.

Laura took her hand. She raised it to her mouth and kissed the
palm, exactly the way Yvette had kissed her palm that night. Her
eyes looked deeply into Yvette's.

"I . . . wanted to," Yvette whispered.

"I know."

Slowly, their lips came together again. This time it was a
tender, aching kiss that grew very slowly more passionate and
exploratory. But they knew they must cut it short. This time when
their lips drew apart, Yvette's eyes were shiny with sexual
excitement.

"I've never kissed another . . ."

"I know."

After an awkward moment, Laura excused herself to go to the
bathroom, and to give Yvette a few minutes alone to compose herself.
When she returned, Yvette too was gone. She returned a few minutes
later, and they resumed work with the team. To Laura it was amazing
how they pretended that nothing had happened. If we had been alone,
we would have done it, she thought. I know we would have. She
wanted to.

But would she still want to? Later? Some other time? Or
would her shame and embarrent over what she had done get the
better of her? Laura had no way of knowing. Yvette would not meet
her eyes. The afternoon seemed to last forever.

When it was time to go home, Yvette waited until the others
had left. Then she approached Laura.

"I called my husband and asked him to pick up my little girl,"
she said, bashfully. "I told him I'm working late."

Laura's pulse accelerated so fast that she nearly had to sit
down. She couldn't believe what was happening.

"Why don't we have dinner at my place?" she suggested flatly,
as if they could continue to discuss the project that way.

"Fine," Yvette said.

Yvette drove them both there in her car. They barely spoke,
and Laura realized she herself was just as nervous as Yvette.
Inside her apartment, they were more nervous than ever. Laura didn't
know why she felt this way. She had gone through this before, with
Karen and Rina. But Yvette was different. Was it because she was
married, with a child?

Laura didn't know.

"Want a drink?" she offered.

"I thought you'd never ask."

"You don't have to wait for me to ask," Laura smiled. "I
really like you. You can have anything you want."

She only realized it had sexual innuendoes after she said it.
And now both of them were more uncomfortable than ever. Laura made
them each a martini, hoping it would loosen them up, knowing how much
Yvette seemed to love martinis.

They smiled and clinked glasses. Then they went into Laura's
living room, sitting across from each other as they had done that
night.

"You know what I'd like," Laura said softly, as if musing
aloud. "Just to take up where we were before, you know? When you
were wearing that old cut-off sweatshirt of mine? And we were just
sitting here . . . joking?"

"Have you still got it?"

"Of course."

"I'm game," Yvette almost whispered, but her eyes betrayed her
excitement. "But it's no fair for me to sit here half-naked. What
about you?"

Laura almost shivered. She was thrilled by the way Yvette
accepted the game.

"I think I can find something to put on," she said.

From the bedroom she retrieved the cut-off sweatshirt and gave
it to Yvette.

"You can change in the bathroom," she winked. "But I am going
to miss the business suit and the sneakers. I never told you how
fetching that is."

Now Yvette smiled flirtatiously. "I'm glad you think so."

In her bedroom, Laura leaned against the wall and took several
deep breaths. It was hard to believe things were going so smoothly.
They were both still nervous, but the martinis had solved part of the
problem, and they were beginning to relax and be comfortable with
each other.

Quickly she removed her clothes, except for her panties, and
slipped on a top she had once bought but never had the courage to
wear. It was made of red and black woven wool rope, showing plenty
of skin, the weave denser over her nipples but wide everywhere else.
It was almost the sexiest thing she had ever seen. The full round
sweep her hard jutting young breasts was almost completley visible.

She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She winked at
herself. I'll have her in this bed in twenty minutes, she told
herself.

Yvette was still in the bathroom when Laura got back to the
living room. She made them each a fresh martini. Now, no more of
these, she thought, or we'll ruin it.

When she returned with them to the living room, Yvette was
there, sitting as before with her long legs curled up under her on
the sofa.

"God, what a great top," she said as Laura handed her the fresh
martini.

Her eyes lingered on the visible portions of Laura's breasts
under the netting.

"I've always been too shy to wear it," Laura confessed. "Until
now."

"You shouldn't be shy. Not with a body like that."

Yvette's eyes wandered up and down Laura's body. Laura
realized that while she had seen Yvette this way before, Yvette had
never seen her.

"Can I sit down here?" she asked, sitting at the other end of
the sofa.

Yvette said nothing. Her eyes were smoky with fear and hunger
and excitement and dread. Laura couldn't keep her eyes from
dropping, as they had on that other night, to the perfect, sculptured
round bottoms of the girl's breasts that were visible under the
frayed fringe of the sweatshirt.

"You are really breathtakingly lovely," she said softly to
Yvette. "I don't mean to embarrass you, but you're so beautiful."

Yvette broke out into a broad grin. "You think so?"

Laura nodded.

"Because I think you're way more beautiful than me. I couldn't
believe you'd be . . . attracted to me, even if it wasn't so . . .
you know, so . . ."

"Unnatural?"

"No," Yvette shook her head. "Just . . . odd, I guess."

Laura ran one finger along Yvette's brown foot, then up her
extraordinarily perfect calf to her knee.

"I can't get over that wild top," Yvette said. "How does it
go on."

"Just slips on," Laura said. She got a quick idea. "Want to
see?"

Yvette said nothing. Her eyes were shiny. She was slightly
drunk, but still in control.

Laura pulled the net top slowly up her body, over her naked
breasts, then up over her head, shaking her hair free.

"See?"

Slightly shocked, Yvette just stared at Laura's half-naked
body, her eyes caressing Laura's jutting breasts and swelling coral
nipples. But Laura was suddenly uncomfortable. God, what do I do
now? she wondered.

Slowly, Yvette put down her half-full martini glass on the
lamp table. Then she unfolded her long, incredible legs and
stretched them out, moving down the sofa next to Laura. Her eyes
still shiny, and her sensual lips half-parted, she moved her face
closer and closer to Laura's, until Laura met her halfway, and their
mouths came together in a warm, expressive kiss that quickly turned
hotter.

But still the only parts of their bodies that touched were
their mouths. When the kiss stopped, they didn't pull back.
Instead, Laura whispered against Yvette's silky black cheek.

"Can I feel how flat your stomach is, like I did last time?"

Solemnly, Yvette nodded. Laura put her hand on the girl's
smooth, warm midriff, feeling the firm muscles of her belly. Then,
slowly, she raised her hand, letting the other hand join it, bringing
them both up under the fringed sweatshirt and cupping both of
Yvette's naked breasts, squeezing them gently.

They kissed again, this time with coiling, writhing tongues,
and while they kissed Laura slowly pulled the sweatshirt up to
Yvette's chin, then over her head as they pulled briefly apart. Now
both girls were totally naked except for their panties.

Laura could barely reign in her strong desire as she saw
Yvette's beautiful, smooth, dark brown body, her breasts exquisite
upswept globes with puffy black nipples. She kissed Yvette's swan-
like neck, then her bare round shoulder, then lifted one perfect
breast in her palm and lowered her lips to it.

"Oh! Ohhhh!" Yvette gasped softly as Laura began to tongue
and suck her nipple.

Her hands came up to cup Laura's breasts too, and she squeezed
and caressed them as Laura sucked, but soon she had to stop. Laura
knew what she was doing, and her intention was to overwhelm Yvette
so thoroughly with sexual stimulation that the girl would come
quickly and hard, and several times. Still sucking and tongueing and
squeezing both of Yvette's exquisite breasts, she pushed the girl
back into the soft sofa cushions and began removing Yvette's panties
while she sucked.

Laura's skill, and the newness of the experience, aroused
Yvette so much that she was twisting and moaning uncontrollably in
about a minute. And Laura too was nearly carried away by desire.
The girl was incredibly beautiful, and her big, swelling, bursting
nipples filled Laura's mouth.

"Ohhnnn . . . oh god . . . you're going to make me come!"
Yvette whimpered, writhing, pushing her breasts up into Laura's
face.

"I sure am," Laura murmured.

"No . . . I mean now!" she moaned.

Laura realized that Yvette was going to come just from this.
Just a little help would send her over. She had Yvette's panties
only halfway down the girl's firm, smooth thighs, but she quickly
slid her hand back up to Yvette's wet pussy.

"Oh . . . suck hard, suck hard!" Yvette panted, her pelvis
gyrating frantically as she drew close to an orgasm.

Laura knew just how hard to suck, and her fingers found the
hard little berry of Yvette's clit. She rubbed it sharply, and
Yvette burst with a violent uprush of coming.

"Ungghh . . . oh! Anngghiieeeee!" she cried out, her lovely
body flexing and shuddering as fierce spasms wracked her flesh.

Her back arched and her pelvis quivered as the spasms shot
through her. Laura quickly slid the girl's panties off while Yvette
was still coming, because she wanted to keep her on the plateau. She
slid between Yvette's yawning thighs and pressed her mouth to the
girl's pussy, the most beautifully-shaped pussy she had ever kissed.

It was long, with glossy black lips curving in a parabola that
concealed a hot pink center. Swollen and flaring from its hood at
the top was a thick, bulbous clit that Laura attacked immediately
with her tongue, quickly bringing Yvette to another gasping,
whinnying climax.

Now Laura slid her hands under the girl's gorgeous buns and
squeezed them while stabbing her tongue deep into the fiery, runny
furrow of Yvette's cunt. She didn't want Yvette to stop coming,
and she knew how to keep it going. God, I just know this girl has a
g-spot, she suddenly realized. She comes so hard and so fast. I
know I can find it.

Still sucking and tonguing Yvette's cuntlips, Laura slid one
finger up into her cunt, turning her palm to her face and pressing
the inner wall of Yvette's pussy with the tip of her finger,
searching, searching. She remembered when she had once found Rina's
g-spot this way, and Rina had nearly gone insane with coming.

And she didn't know exactly why, but it worked again. Already
building toward a third climax, Yvette's luscious body suddenly
stiffened. A throttled scream came from deep in her throat, and she
began flipping and surging and coming in violent shocks, an orgasm so
severe that she nearly propelled them both off the sofa with her wild
motion.

"Ungghh! Ohnnngg god! Unaahnnggiiieeeee! Oh . . . oh Laura!
Oh! Auunggnnggiieeee! Oh Jesus! Anngghaaaiieee!"

From huge, shattering waves of bliss it soon subsided into more
rolling shocks, then into involuntary trembling as she slowly
returned to calm, her breath slowly coming back to normal. Her
cheeks were slick with tears, which she didn't realize until her
orgasms passed. Then she noticed because Laura was kissing the tears
away.

"Oh god . . ." she gasped, hugging and kissing Laura. "I never
knew it was possible to come like that."

Laura kissed her back. "I didn't know you'd come like that
either, but I wanted to try."

"But what about you, what about you?" Yvette smiled, brimming
over with wild sexual excitement.

She kissed Laura's neck and shoulders, then dropped her mouth
to Laura's breasts.

"I've never done this," she murmured.

"Do you want to?"

"God, yes."

"Just do what you want to do," Laura whispered.

Yvette needed little encouragement. Starting slowly,
tenderly, within moments she was devouring Laura's sensitive nipples,
digging her fingers into Laura's springy, round breasts and sucking
hard, bringing Laura to the brink in under a minute. Laura looked
down, her lust heightened by watching Yvette's hungry mouth on her
saliva-wet breasts, by watching her nipples inside Yvette's mouth
and feeling the wild spurts of sexual mania it inspired at the same
time.

"Oh . . . Yvette," she gasped, arching her back and sighing
with bliss. "Ohhhhh!"

"God, you're so beautiful," Yvette murmured, sliding down,
down Laura's body.

Laura opened her thighs, letting the girl slip between them.
At first Yvette was again hesitant, but in a few seconds she slid
her tongue deep into Laura's wet, aching pussy, and Laura surrendered
completely, moaning and digging her fingers into her thigh muscles as
she uptilted her cunt to Yvette's mouth and gyrated her pelvis
slowly in gentle fuck-motions.

"Ohhh . . . oh god, Yvette," she gasped.

"I don't know what to do," Yvette murmured softly. "Should I
suck it?"

"Yes! Do everything! Oh! Oh!"

Yvette sucked Laura's clit between her lips, and in seconds
Laura came sharply, gasping and whimpering in ecstatic shocks as her
climax wrenched her writhing body.

"Auungghhh! Oh! Auungghhnneeee!" she cried out, coming in hot
torrents.

Then she was pulling Yvette up, pressing their hot, naked
bodies together, kissing her hard, and hand-fucking her, fucking
Yvette's pussy hard and fast, bringing the girl to another climax in
under a minute. Yvette came, gasping and whinnying into Laura's
neck, her long sinuous body shaking and quivering as waves of ecstacy
passed through her smooth flesh.

"God, you made me come four times," she exclaimed, when she got
her breath back.

She was still clinging to Laura, kissing her, fondling her,
unable to get enough of this exciting new experience.

"I promise you," Laura said softly, "that if you take my clit
in your lips and just suck me softly but constantly, and give it a
little tongue at the same time, that I can come four times before you
let go."

"Really?"

Laura kissed her passionately. "Yvette, I can almost come
just looking in your eyes. That's how much I want you."

Yvette quickly slid back down between Laura's yawning thighs,
and this time she made love to Laura's pussy, kissing and exploring
it fully, caressing it, stroking it tenderly with her tongue, until
Laura was nearly climbing the wall. She came before Yvette was even
able to do what she requested, and then when Yvette did begin slowly
sucking and tonguing her clit, she came again three times in rapid
succession, moaning and sighing and quivering sharply with each sharp
spasm.

She could have come even more, but she realized that they had
reached a plateau, and needed a little rest. They cuddled together,
enjoying a warm intimacy. Laura wondered if Yvette didn't have the
most beautiful body of any of the girls she had fucked. Of course,
Brandi had the most spectacular body, and Rina, dear Rina, had been
almost perfect. But Yvette was long and sinuous, with smooth, deep
chocolate skin, small round breasts, a fantastic round ass, and legs
that made Laura's throat catch. She also had the most beautiful
pussy.

And Laura spent a long time telling her how beautiful her body
was.

"As beautiful as the other ones?" Yvette teased softly. "I
mean, you've had other girls, haven't you. Other women."

Laura nodded.

"Are you a lesbian, then?"

"Believe it or not, I have a boyfriend," Laura said.

"Really. You do it with men too? You know, if I'd known it
was like this with girls, I don't know if I'd have ever got married."
"Doesn't your husband fuck you good?"

Yvette shut her eyes and sighed. "He never made me come by
just sucking my boobs," she murmured.

"I guess you'll have to come to me for that," Laura said,
cupping the marvels in her hands, lowering her mouth again to the
protruding, thick black nipples.

"Oh god . . . you're making me horny again," Yvette panted.
"How can I be horny after coming that many times?"

"Oh baby, you've hardly started," Laura whispered.

"What do you mean? Ohhhhh!"

Laura dipped her hand into the girl's crotch, quickly finding
her soupy pussy and taut little clit again, scissoring the
swollen bud between two fingers while she toyed with one
delicious big nipple, curling her tongue around it, then
sucking it gently, then more insistently, until it was hard
and rubbery, the center stem pointing and stiff.

Yvette's eyes glazed over again as her body began
involuntarily twisting and undulating. Laura realized
something she had learned before but forgotten. The reason
Yvette could come this way with Laura but not her husband
was that he didn't suck her nipples long enough to bring her
to a climax. She came easily and fast, but you had to be
willing to take her there.

"Oh! Oh! God . . . I'm going to come again, Laura!
Oh god! Do it hard! Harder . . . harder!"

Laura sucked her other nipple the same way, just
rubbing Yvette's pussy gently, and after about three more
minutes, Yvette came, a soft, feathery, blooming orgasm that
seemed to envelop her in waves of bliss. It also lasted
longer than the others, almost a full thirty seconds, while
her luscious body undulated and twisted and Laura caressed
and sucked her beautiful breasts.

Finally, the pleasure died away. Still glassy-eyed,
Yvette looked at Laura.

"Since the baby, my nipples are less sensitive and I
need to have them sucked harder," she said. "God, I never
felt anything like that. I never had an orgasm like that in
my life. It just seemed to ooze and flow through my body
forever."

Laura realized that she wanted Yvette in the old, hot,
pussy-to-pussy way, the way she knew would make them both
dissolve in ecstacy, welded together in a single,
incandescent moment of nearly unbearable bliss.

"I want to make you come like that again and again,"
she murmured, moving her legs and Yvette's, knowing how
aroused she already was, and guessing that she could bring
Yvette back up to that intensity pretty quickly.

They kissed again, a long, searching, passionate kiss,
and while they kissed Laura maneuvered Yvette's thigh up
over hers and inched forward, knowing what would happen the
instant Yvette felt Laura's open, wet cunt touch her own.

When it happened, Yvette froze momentarily. Her eyes
rolled up behind her lids, and her sensual mouth went slack.

"Oh Jesus!" she breathed.

Laura held her, dropping her mouth again to one of
Yvette's beautiful small breasts and sucking her nipple,
very hard this time, sucking a big chunk of the hard round
ball into her mouth too. Yvette sagged in her arms, nearly
swooning, and to bring her back Laura began churning her hips
slowly, pushing the wet warm meat of her pussy into
Yvette's, fucking her in a simmering, undulating rhythm.

Yvette responded very quickly, churning back, moaning
softly and kissing Laura's neck, digging her fingers into
Laura's back.

"Oh god fuck me Laura fuck me," she whimpered to Laura,
almost overcome by the intensity of the sensations.

"Fuck me back," Laura murmured, turning up the heat by
sucking Yvette's other breast just as hard, then jamming her
flowing pussy into Yvette's hot, wet gash, pumping more
vigorously.

Laura too was nearly overcome. She had initiated it,
but she barely had control. Her body flooded with wild
sexual pleasure, and the feeling of Yvette's silky, naked,
black body pressed everywhere against her own naked flesh
sent her into a delirium of smouldering passion.

They resisted the feverish urgency they both felt, and
instead melted together into a sublimely slow rhythm, kissing
one another with exquisite sensitivity while their mated
groins moved slowly in unison, bringing them closer and
closer to a rapturous climax. As they began to whimper and
pump more excitedly, Laura dropped her hand between them,
knowing she could guide their two clits together.

She clipped her own between two fingers and pushed it
into Yvette's hard little berry, pulling her hand up and
jamming her cunt into Yvette's.

"Ohhnnn!" Yvette cried out. "Oh Jesus!"

They pumped . . . quivered . . . moaned . . . pumped.
And suddenly they both erupted in whinnying convulsions of
coming.

"Oh! Oh god . . . anngghhiieeee! Oh yes!
Ungghhhaaieee!" Yvette cried, climaxing in wild undulations.

Laura came only seconds afterward, feeling a huge cloud
of white-hot ecstacy swell up and burst deep inside her
pussy, then fill her trembling body with intense bliss.

"Ohhnnggg . . . auunggnn, oh yes oh Yvetteaaa unhhh!
Oh oh god oh yes!" she panted and groaned, her flesh
shuddering with rapture.

Still clinging together, quivering and moaning, they
fell on their sides on the bed, somehow unwilling to stop
fucking even after such a fierce explosion of ecstacy. They
swarmed over each other, kissing and sucking and groping,
hand-fucking each other, then turning to a sixty-nine
position and eating each other until they both came again,
each girl crying out in a sharp agony of bliss.

By the time they next rested, each girl had climaxed
about fifteen times. They were exhausted, and Yvette still
couldn't believe she had come that much.

"God, do you realize how many times you made me come?"
she asked, wide-eyed, smiling.

"Oh, I'd say fifteen or so. I came just about as
many."

"Is that normal with you? So many?"

Laura smiled. "I once came twenty-eight times."

"God, I don't believe it."

"You will," Laura grinned. "I'm not finished with you.
I wouldn't dare let you leave without coming at least twenty
times. How could I be sure you'd come back?"

Yvette kissed her hotly. "Laura, if it wasn't for my
little girl, I'd never leave."

Laura gave her a back rub. Yvette had a beautiful
back, shapely and smooth, tapering to a tiny waist, then
culminating in a magnificent ass. Her buns were smallish but
perfectly round and high, and when Laura began kissing them,
she could almost hear the floods begin again in Yvette's
pussy.

In about a minute, Yvette was moaning, twisting,
clenching her asscheeks. Laura slipped a pillow under her
belly to elevate her ass slightly, and bring her pussy up
too. Then she pulled the girl's beautiful dark moons apart
and began exploring the crack of Yvette's ass with her
tongue.

"Oooohhhh!" Yvette squealed. "Oh god! What are you
doing! God . . . nobody's ever done that to me before!
Ungghh! God, it feels so good! Oh Laura!"

"Do you want me to stop?" Laura murmured.

"God . . . no! Ahhhnnggg! Oh!"

By now Laura was tongue-fucking the girl's asshole,
giving Yvette sensations she had never imagined, let alone
experienced. She squirmed frantically, her twisting, sleek
body arousing Laura even more. Laura began licking her pussy
too, running her tongue up and down, stabbing quickly in,
then moving to the other orifice, stabbing there. Yvette
went wild.

Her luscious smooth body writhed and quivered, and hot
moans of feverish lust came from her throat. Now Laura slid
one long forefinger into the girl's asshole while tonguing
her clit frantically at the same time. Yvette's body
arched, shuddered, and she began to come in torrents,
whinnying helplessly as her pelvis pumped and quaked.

"Auuunnggghh! Ohhnnnggiieeee!" she cried out, her face
torn with ecstacy as Laura continued to fuck her hard,
bringing her to another climax.

When it was finished, she rolled off the pillow and
swarmed over Laura with a passion she hadn't shown until now,
devouring Laura hungrily, sucking her breasts and then eating
Laura's pussy with sharp eagerness, sucking Laura's clit
until Laura was screaming with ecstacy, then sliding her own
finger up into Laura's ass and raping Laura into another
quick climax.

Only Karen in her most lust-consumed moods had equaled
Yvette's aggressive fucking, among Laura's female lovers.
Laura could do nothing but yield to the girl, surrendering
her body to Yvette's mouth and hands, moaning deliriously as
Yvette's fingers probed her ass and pussy and Yvette's lips
tormented her sensitive nipples, bringing her to climax after
climax, until she was an aching, shuddering, whimpering
wreck, groaning and sobbing, her cheeks streaked with tears,
through a culminating orgasm that left her breathless and
pale, sprawled helplessly across the sheets under Yvette's
crouching, feline black body.

Through the blur of her involuntary tears, she looked
up at Yvette. "God . . . I can't remember the last time
anybody fucked me like that," she gasped.

"I . . . I'm sorry. I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Laura smiled and pulled Yvette down on top of her,
luxuriating in the feel of the girl's long naked body
pressing against her everywhere.

"I'll give you ten years to stop doing that to me," she
whispered. "I thought I'd never stop coming."

"I had to help you catch up," Yvette grinned. But
then she turned pensive. "You've fucked with other girls
before, though, haven't you," she said softly.

Laura nodded slowly. "Two." She didn't include Brandi,
because Brandi was in the public eye. She didn't want to
damage Brandi's reputation, in any way.

"And neither one of them fucked you like that?"

Laura shook her head, lying further. Because Karen had
several times fucked her so hard she could barely walk
afterward. And Brandi had made her pass out twice. But she
didn't want to describe either experience to Yvette. The
girl had just brought Laura to five or six excruciating
orgasms in a row, and there was no way she could diminish
them.

"No one like you," she said, kissing Yvette hotly
again.

"I wish I could believe you," Yvette sighed, her eyes
rolling up as Laura again began to caress her body. "I can't
believe my body still wants you, still wants more."

"You want more?" Laura teased.

"I want you to fuck me forever. I never wanted a man
to do that. Oh! Oh!"

Laura had not forgotten Yvette's secret g-spot. She
knew they couldn't keep up this pace, that soon Yvette would
leave, and that getting her back into this bed would be
tough. She wanted to devour every scrumptious inch of the
girl's silky body again, so that if she could no longer have
it, she would at least have the memory of this night.

And this time she was the one in control, the one
performing the rape. She sucked Yvette's delicious, bulbous
nipples so hard that Yvette winced and cried out, while
still begging her to do it harder. And her finger inside
Yvette's flowing pussy quickly found the spot, reducing the
girl to quivering, whimpering jelly in just seconds.
Clinging to Laura, shuddering, whinnying helplessly, Yvette
climaxed four more times in only a few minutes, unable to
stop as Laura coaxed each fierce orgasm from her trembling
body.

Finally, the exhausted girl could not even drag herself
up off the mattress.

"God, I've had more climaxes tonight than I had all
last year," she groaned softly. "I lost count when I hit
twenty."

Laura stretched out next to her, knowing she was on the
edge of another vibrant, wrenching orgasm herself as a result
of what she had done to Yvette, luxuriating in the feel of
the girl's wonderful smooth flesh, kissing Yvette with deep
feeling.

"You had way more than that," she whispered, pulling
Yvette's hand down between her thighs, so Yvette could feel
her wetness. "Ahhh!" she gasped as Yvette's fingers touched
her pussy, then caressed her clit.

"Oh baby, you're close," Yvette murmured.

"Yes."

"You want me to suck it?" she asked, again bringing a
low moan of need from Laura's throat with her finger on
Laura's clit.

"Yes. Hard."

"Do you want me to do anything else? To make it
stronger?"

"Fuck me," Laura panted. "Just fuck me hard and fast.
I want you. I love you to fuck me, Yvette. I can't stand
the thought of it being over."

"Oh Laura."

Yvette did fuck her, overcoming her shyness and this
time raping Laura even more thoroughly than she had the last
time, giving Laura a sequence of orgasms that left her limp
and throbbing. She was unable to speak, exhausted from
coming repeatedly, aching with the afterglow of white-hot
sexual explosions.

"I don't know how I can leave," Yvette finally
murmured bleakly.

"You can come back," Laura suggested, trying not to
betray her desperation.

"It's like an affair. I never thought I'd have an
affair. Especially with another woman."

"Just think of it as special. Not necessarily an
affair. Just a special experience."

Yvette broke into a grin. "I'll say it's special,"
she said. "I never came twenty-five times in one night
before. I never even came more than twice."

"I guess you'll have to come back, then."

"Try and keep me away. I can't wait to come back."

She bent close and kissed Laura tenderly. "I don't want you
to think it's only because you made me come all those times.
It was the way I came, too. I never had orgasms like those.
I really mean it. I thought I was going to die or something,
each time."

"I'll die until I see you again," Laura whispered.

Yvette dressed, and their parting at Laura's door was
painful and full of tears.