[Trina]

 

 

 

The emotional aftermath of her evening with Shavon was very troubling for Laura. How can you be in love with at least three different women at the same time? she wondered. Trina, Jonelle, and Shavon? And if you are, then what are your feelings for Karen, for Yvette, for Randi? Not to mention Sholandra, or Cecilia?

Of course, her deep feelings for Jonelle were only allowed to surface periodically, whenever they saw one another, rarely more than once a year. But she slept with Trina at least once a week, and they devoured each other hungrily. And her evening with Shavon had left her glowing in a warm heavenly halo of love. She couldn't think of living without either of them. The thought of Shavon's husband fucking her kept Laura awake, and made her stomach churn in hot jealousy.

But with Trina, everything seemed idyllic. Even more than idyllic, for Trina had turned into an absolute demon in bed. Nowadays she fucked Laura with wild abandon, more aggressively and ardently than ever before. Their nights together began to be exhausting, both physically and emotionally. Laura didn't know what had come over her, but she relished every second since she had long feared arousing Trina's suspicion that she, Laura, was an oversexed lesbian with insatiable needs.

When Trina fucked her exhaustingly, she felt justified in returning the favor, and for weeks now by midnight neither could lift an arm. But, three days after her evening with Shavon, while Trina was heatedly devouring Laura's pussy before Laura was even completely undressed, Laura suddenly remembered how she herself would sometimes turn on extra passion when she felt guilty about being with another lover, sometimes only hours beforehand.

It was almost, but not quite, enough to spoil her orgasm. She returned Trina's passion just as heatedly, pushing her earlier thoughts out of her mind, and again by midnight they could both barely move.

"We've got to cut this out, hon'," Trina told her. "I'm getting too old to ball this much. I ache when I get up in the morning."

"But a good ache," Laura smiled.

Trina, however, was solemn. "I . . . got something I should tell you," she said, looking away evasively.

Laura could feel the chill almost immediately. Oh god, here it comes! "What is it?" she asked softly, preparing for the worst.

"I . . . met this . . . guy, you know," Trina said, haltingly.

Laura shut her eyes. Oh god. She let him sleep with her. He's in love with her. Who wouldn't be in love with her?

Trina smiled obscurely. "Wants me to marry him, hon'. Wants me to have a baby, too."

Laura couldn't keep herself from visibly stiffening. She felt like stone. She almost did not feel Trina's finger tenderly caressing her cheek. And, worst of all, she realized that tears were sliding down her cheeks. Such a faker! she swore to herself. How many women have you fucked behind her back? And you have the nerve to cry because some guy fell in love with her while you were busy licking some other sweet black pussy.

"Don't cry, hon'."

"I'm not," Laura sniffed. "I love you, I want you to be happy. I want Shawna to be happy."

"I love you too, hon'. I really do. But you know I'm not really . . . well, this way. It's only you. I never wanted to sleep with no other women. It's just you and me . . . we clicked, you know? Even he doesn't make me feel like you do."

Of course both of them were still both completely naked while Trina was talking, and for Laura it was as if she were seeing Trina's spectacular naked body for the first time. It was also as if Rina were in the room with them, also in Trina's body, looking out at her with the same pain and guilt and confessing that there was another, a man, that their relationship would never be the same from now on.

Trina embraced her. "I can't turn my back on this guy," she said softly, even as her thick, gleaming, bulbous nipples brushed Laura's and filled Laura's body with sexual electricity, even though they had already fucked five or six times. "This man wants a normal family life. With me. With my daughter. What would you do?"

Laura laughed softly through her tears. "Tell him to take a hike?"

"Can't do it, hon'."

Her full, sensual mouth was only inches from Laura's. Both were throbbing with emotional pain and renewed sexual desire. Laura's pain was intense, a mixture of loss, the loss of this wonderful woman and her infinitely desirable body, and hot, corrosive jealousy at the thought of this new man, this interloper, who was now fucking her in Laura's absence, feasting on Trina's ripe, superlative breasts, ramming his hard long cock into her sweet, gorgeous pussy.

"I can't live without you, Trina," Laura whispered.

"Maybe you don't have to," Trina whispered back, now crying softly herself. "Maybe I can see you . . . now and then."

"Wouldn't you feel like you were betraying him? Having a hot, secret lesbian fuck with me on the side?"

Trina grinned through her own tears. "You make it sound so exciting."

They kissed, mingling tongues, a sweet, tender kiss that grew hotter by the second. They began fucking with a kind of desperate urgency that was entirely new to them but which gave their caresses a sharp piquancy. And now it was Laura's turn to be aggressive. She was filled with an aching sense of loss as well as a heedless passion for this marvelous girl, and she was all over Trina's naked body like a hot whirlwind.

Even though they had fucked hard and long together, they had never really got rough, and now Laura's sexual hunger was a little too much for Trina.

"Owwncchh . . . oh! Oh hon' . . . gosh, not so hard, that hurts!" she cried out as Laura squeezed one large, firm breast and tried to swallow Trina's big, swollen black nipple.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she panted, crazed with lust. "Did I do it too hard?"

"Do it again," Trina panted back. "Go ahead. Jeez, it felt good. Oh! Ohnnnggg . . . god, Laura, oh god oh yes! Ungghh!"

"Ohhnnnn I love you, Trina, how can you leave me for a man, I love you, I love to fuck you, he could never make you feel like this," Laura panted as she manipulated Trina's extraordinary body, bringing her in only a few minutes to a violent seizure of coming.

It was unlikely that Trina had ever come this hard, even in Laura's hands. She lost her breath and pushed her face into a pillow as it suddenly came back in sharp, uncontrollable whinnying as the fierce spasms of sexual pleasure wrenched her luscious body. Laura had not given up, either. Her mouth was fastened to Trina's streaming pussy, her hands clutching the girl's smooth, perfectly round asscheeks, and she quickly brought Trina to another violent orgasm.

Finally, Trina had to beg her to stop.

"Please, hon', I'm gon' wake Shawna if you keep it up," she panted, glassy-eyed, her beautiful face almost blasted with the intensity of ecstacy she had endured.

"God I love you," Laura said, crying unashamed now.

"Love you too, but fucking me to death ain't going to change anything," Trina said softly. "Now lie still and let me make you come one more time so you don't leave thinking poorly of me."

"How could I?"

"Lie back."

"Oh god it feels so good to have you touch me. Ahhh! Oh yes!"

"I like doin' it with you too, hon'," Trina purred to her as she turned on all the skill Laura had taught her in the past few months. "You think I'm pretty, but you have the most beautiful body I ever saw, and the most beautiful face too."

Laura gave in to it. There was a desolate sadness deep inside her now, but the sexual feelings Trina aroused in her body were impossible to ignore. Trina hovered over her, dangling her large, perfect breasts in Laura's face, gasping as Laura chased her big, burtsing nipples with her mouth, rubbing Laura's pussy with her hand.

I may never have these beautiful, beautiful breasts in my face ever again! Laura thought, holding the precious globes in her hands, licking Trina's big soft nipples and sucking them in fierce desperation. This drove Trina wild, and brought Laura closer and closer to an orgasm at the same time. Sucking Trina's gorgeous breasts while being hand-fucked often made her come unbelievably, and this time the poignant knowledge that things would never be the same between them in the future made the moment even sharper.

Laura had already had several orgasms that evening, but this one nearly made her faint. Her pelvis churned frantically as she pushed her inflamed pussy up into Trina's whirling hand. Trina's forefinger and middle finger swirled in a tight circle on Laura's clit, and her wild, uncontrollable moans aroused Laura even further. Laura managed to get one hand on Trina's wet pussy too, while with the other she continued to hold one or the other of the girl's amazing, dangling breasts, sucking Trina's nipples harder and harder.

The bed began to creak because they were fucking each other so hard, but there was no way they could stop. They strained and gasped and writhed and churned deliriously, panting and moaning and suddenly coming together in a wild mix of groaning and hot whimpering. It was probably the most exciting, uncontrollable orgasm they had ever shared, since their fucking, while intense, was usually restrained by the need not to awaken Shawna in the next room. And of course, exactly what they had feared in the past came true now.

Shawna, rubbing her eyes, appeared at the bedroom door. Both Trina and Laura were completely naked, their bodies entangled, their hands wet with one another's juices and still in each other's groin. They were panting hard, and totally stunned by a shockingly deep and moving sexual experience.

"Mommy . . . what's happening?" Shawna asked softly. "Are you and Auntie Laura loving each other again? You woke me up."

"Hon', we were loving each other . . . yes," Trina replied softly, removing her hand casually from Laura's pussy, as if it were very normal for her to have it there.

She and Laura both took care not to behave guiltily, to grab up their clothing too fast, or seem ashamed. Their clothes were scattered everywhere anyway, where they had flung them in their hot haste to get to bed.

"I love your Mommy very much, sweetheart," Laura said to Shawna.

Trina smiled ambiguously at Laura.

"Mr. Grantson loves my Mommy too," Shawna told her.

Laura bit her lower lip. Mr. Grantson. Trina's new man. The one who's sticking his dick into her. The one who wants her to have another kid. The one who's taking her away from me.

"That's nice," Laura said politely.

"Hon', let me get you a drink of water and put you back to bed," Trina said gently, getting up from the bed.

Laura couldn't take her eyes off Trina's glossy, spectacular body, her firm, bobbing breasts, her sleek, shapely thighs as Trina crossed the room. Shawna followed her mother out the bedroom door, glancing back over her shoulder at the naked Laura on the bed, in the rumpled sheets.

In a few minutes Trina returned. "Don't you think you better get dressed, hon'?" she asked.

"I want you again. I can't get enough of you."

Trina grinned, the happy schoolgirl grin Laura had seen from her, and from Rina, in the very beginning. "You a horny devil, for a woman, Laura," she teased. "I don't think we can wake her again."

Reluctantly, Laura began to dress. "When will I see you again?"

"You mean like this?" Trina asked, raising one eyebrow.

"Don't tell me you don't want me too," Laura said.

"I do." Trina was still stark naked, though Laura was partially clothed now. She saw Laura looking at her body. "Nobody ever made me feel like you do."

"Even Mr. Grantson? With his big prick?" Laura asked, cuttingly.

Trina blinked. "You got no call to be nasty." Then she went over to Laura and kissed her. "Ain't because of you, hon'," she said softly. "I need more than this. I need more than just fucking. Maybe you don't. And I like his big dick, as you put it. I like it too. But he never made me feel like you do, that's the truth."

Laura went to her and cradled her large firm breasts in her palms. "Do you let him shoot his cum all over these?" she asked, mournfully.

"Are you kidding? That's sick! Where'd you ever get an idea like that in the first place?"

"Oh . . . a friend of mine told me she lets her husband do that."

"Hon', I let him deposit it in the right place," Trina grinned.

"That sweet sweet pussy I love so much."

"You'll love it even more when you can't have it so often," Trina joked.

Laura couldn't stop the big tears from sliding down her cheeks again. "I'm sorry, Trina," she apologized. "I can't help loving you."

"Hon', I love you too."

"I'm going to rape you if you don't put on some clothes. You made me get dressed."

Trina grabbed a bathrobe and slipped into it. She walked Laura to the door. They kissed with deep emotion, lingering, expressing all their feelings through their mouths.

"He can't love you like I do," Laura whispered, crying again.

Trina shook her head. "He don't. But he loves me all the same."

"I know." Laura stepped out into the corridor. "Call me. When you can."

Trina nodded and winked before shutting the door.