Isabella’s Fire
A Story of Interracial Erotic Lesbianism
By Sarah Lynn Sanders
Copyright 2014
Kylie was having a rough night, which was rare for her because she was usually out like a light as soon as she lay down. Tonight though, she just couldn’t get to sleep. After six months of her exhausting schedule at Santa Lomita University, she was usually completely beat by the time midnight rolled around. Last night was a little different, due to what ended up being some late night studying with a woman named Isabella Jordan. If you had to pick two women from the school that were most un-alike, it would probably be Isabella and Kylie.
Kylie was 18, a recent transplant to the West coast, and the daughter of an old southern family who acted like the South was still about to “rise again.” 5’5 with long blonde hair¸ Kylie had tanned, beautiful white skin and a modest yet shapely figure.
Isabella, on the other hand, was a 38-year-old retired military nurse who was taking a few courses at the school during the summer. She was from New York City, the Bronx to be exact, and had grown up in one of the poorer neighborhoods in town. She joined the military right out of high school on the day she turned 18. Trained as an Army nurse, Isabella did three tours in Iraq and one in Afghanistan, retiring just as she reached the rank of Major. The other significant difference between Kylie and Isabella was that Isabella was as dark as night, with a full chest, but with a tight, toned body that she had developed during her time in the military.
As it got later and later into the study group, the other girls who were studying with Kylie and Isabella all began to leave. It wasn’t the topic of study that held Kylie, it was her odd fascination with the older woman. The more she thought about it, the more she didn’t understand it. Except for a brief spell during her early teenage years, she was never really attracted to other women, especially not one who was almost forty…and black. Still, she never had the chance to get to know a black woman and this intrigued her to no end.
Kylie looked down at her cell phone, noticing it was already 1 AM, and Isabella said since everyone else had already gone and they had already covered most of the topics, that they should call it a night. She said no one should be up this late studying anyway, and they should probably just get some rest. If she really wanted, they could meet again tomorrow morning, and be fresh when they went over the material again. This sounded good to Kylie, and since tomorrow was Saturday, she agreed.
When Kylie finally fell asleep her dreams were filled with large, dark breasts dangling above her, and as she looked up at them, black thick nipples dipped in and out of her mouth. When she finally awakened she realized she was sweaty and hot, and that her pussy ran wet with arousal.
Before Kylie had a moment to consider her dream, a rasping knock came at the door, jarring her out of bed. Her eyes glanced at the empty bed across from her, remembering that her roommate would always go home on the weekends.
“Be there in a second, just give me a moment…” she said as she threw a robe over her nightgown and made her way to the door.
Before she could make it to the door, it swung open and in came Isabella Jordan, with a small tray that had two cups of tea and two pastries.
“I was waiting for you at the cafeteria, but you never showed up.” Isabella said, setting the tray on the table. “Then I realized I had kept you up pretty late last night. So instead of you missing breakfast, I figured the least I could do was bring you something to eat.”
The white girl gave a smile to the black woman, running her fingers through her golden hair, and wiping her eyes, trying to come out of the haze of sleep.
“Thank you, and good morning Isabella.”
“Good morning, Kylie,” she replied, and smiled. She had a twinkle in her eye, something that sent an excited shiver directly to Kylie’s crotch.
“Can I pour you some tea?” she asked, in the tone of a perfect servant.
The white girl grinned and responded with a polite, “Yes please.” Isabella poured two cups of the hot tea out of the small metal pot. She stirred each one daintily, after she added a touch of milk and sugar.
“Did you sleep good last night, Kylie?” she asked, handing her the drink.
“Yes, thank you, Isabella.” She said in a convincing tone.
“Do you have a minute to sit down and talk for a moment? I think I might need some company this morning.”
“Of course.” Isabella replied.
Isabella seated herself on the edge of the bed, and shifted her leg, her skirt slightly hiked so that Kylie could get a glimpse of her white cotton panties. Wanting the white girl to see her dainty white panties, she was trying to let her know that she was offering herself as any type of company she liked on the hazy summer morning.
“Did you sleep well last night, Isabella?” Kylie asked as she took a sip of her tea.
“Oh, yes, I slept just fine.” The black woman said with a smile. “I always sleep fine because I work hard to make sure that I have a clean conscience.”
“Are you saying you never do anything bad?” Kylie replied with a quick grin.
“I’m saying I don’t do anything that I would be ashamed of.” She shot back, returning her smile.
“So you have no shame?” Kylie responded.
“I only know that you need to get all the love you can in this life, and you gotta take it whenever you can and feel good about it and there’s no shame in that. What happiness you can find, you gotta do the same, you just gotta take it.”
“That’s interesting. I guess it also depends who’s giving it out.” Said Kylie.
“Not giving it out, I’m talking about taking it, baby.” Isabella countered to the white girl. The black woman chuckled, almost laughing to herself.
“I guess you could call me a hedonist. But I have my fun and don’t hurt anyone. It’s the way I choose to live and that’s what works for me.”
Kylie looked at the black lady and set her teacup on the table.
“I’m ok with that, Isabella.” She said, “Maybe that makes me a hedonist, too.”
The two women smiled at each other as both realized they had reached an awkward moment. Both women felt a yearning for that first touch, but both hesitated in case they were mistaken. Finally Kylie reached out, her hand trembling, touching Isabella’s full breast. Isabella’s stomach tightened, and she smiled, reaching back at Kylie to feel the white girl’s chest.
“I’ve been wanting to touch you since the start of the semester,” Isabella whispered softly.
“I think you are magical, Isabella,” Kylie responded in a sexy, husky voice as she tugged at her dark chest.
“Really, magical?”
“Yes, very magical. I’ve never done anything like this before, but right now it just seems so right.”
Isabella’s smiled widened.
“I want to play with you naked.” Kylie said eagerly.
“I want to play with you naked too, Kylie…”
Isabella drew the white girl into her and kissed her softly on the lips. As the two locked in a heated embrace, Isabella’s kiss became firmer and more passionate. Kylie threw her arms around Isabella’s body as they both connected in pleasure, letting their tongues run mouth to mouth, in an anxious, lesbian desire.
Kylie felt Isabella’s magic move through her body. The white girl gave her immaculate body to the black woman, offering her self up as a sacrifice of lust. She wanted so badly to please Isabella and at the same time be pleased by her.
Somehow, deep within, Kylie knew that this was something she had been yearning for, a forbidden love that would allow her to experience a fulfillment that none of the white boys back home had ever given her.
Isabella licked the lips of the gir
l’s mouth and kissed all over her soft skin, grazing her white face with her warm red tongue, giving the white girl a feeling she had never felt before.
“Oh, Isabella,” Kylie moaned.
“I want to get naked, so I can play with you,” the dark woman suggested.
“Yes, yes let’s.” the white girl whispered in agreement, running her hand through the inside of her leg. “Play with me slow, and nice.”
“Nice?”
“Nice.”
Kylie removed the robe she had on, exposing the sheer nightgown that draped loosely from her body by a pair of flimsy shoulder straps. Isabella brushed those straps off from the white girl’s shoulders and let the nightgown slip down Kylie’s young, soft skin. Her tightened white breasts with hardened, pink tips were soon bared to the black girl’s hungry eyes.
Kylie’s tits were round and sweet and Isabella ran her lips across them slowly, letting the white girl wait until she began to lap at her delectable pink nipples, which were already hard and bumpy with excitement.
Finally, Isabella lowered herself and brushed her lips across those nipples, taking each of them slowly, one at time, in to her warm mouth. Kylie moaned with pleasure, lifting her tits up and over her nightgown with her hands so the hungry black woman could more easily suckle them. Isabella then stuck her tongue out, lashing at the pinkness of her nipple. She wrapped her lips on Kylie’s pink circle, and closing her eyes she tightened her lips on the nipple’s center and sucked excitedly as Kylie moaned once more.
Isabella had made love with women before, from all races and creeds—white, yellow, black, brown. She had always been open to new experience in life. But she never made love to an eighteen-year-old girl who seemed to want it as bad as Kylie did. Isabella sensed this as she suckled the white girl’s nipple, feeling as if the young girl was trying to make this morning’s feast something special, something that she would forever cherish. If that was the case, Isabella was quite pleased to help.
After Isabella suckled on Kylie’s nipple, Kylie reached out, sifting her hands down her back, desiring to see her completely naked. She was eager to see her black, satiny skin shine in the morning sun, eager to see her sweat, and feel her sweet lust and human and raw animal excitement all together in the blackness of her womanhood. She wanted it all.
Gently, Kylie pushed Isabella back, and the black lady let her nipple slip from her lips as she moved back. She instinctively knew the white girl was craving something slightly different now.
Isabella sat back on her bed, and let Kylie brush her hands up and down her figure, feeling her skin while she was still dressed in her skirt and blouse. Then Kylie slowly unbuttoned the front of her blouse with nervous fingers, and watched in delight as each part of her black flesh came into sight.
“Oh Isabella,” she sighed, reaching the last button. “I think you are crazy sexy.”
“I think you are crazy sexy too, Kylie.” She responded, as she looked down at the white girl’s bare breasts. “Crazy sexy, and crazy beautiful.”
Soon all of the buttons were undone, and with a quick unzip her skirt met her blouse down on the floor. Kylie finally had a good look at Isabella’s black body, concealed only by her lacy bra and lacier panties. She paused for a moment, taking a deep breath and taking in the sight of her curvy, voluptuous frame. Reaching out, she ran her lily white hands across her sensuous black skin, felt her ribs and stomach, feeling her desire growing in center, and the fever of forbidden young lust.
Kylie brought her hands to Isabella’s shoulders, bringing the sexually aroused black woman forward with another kiss.
This kiss was not tender—it was hard, firm, and filled with a passion that came from each of their mouths, from each of their souls even—black and white. As the two kissed, Isabella cupped Kylie’s bare, white breasts with her hands, feeling them softly heave with each heavy breath, and drawing each other closer with magnetic lust.
As their mouths mingled, Kylie slipped her arm around Isabella and felt the snap on the back of her brassiere. She fingered her bra, letting it loose so easily that the stimulated black woman had no idea what she had done. When the two of them finally pulled apart, her bra fell to the ground, and Isabella’s breasts spilled excitedly out, full and firm, each one peaking with a sweet, dark silver-dollar size crown. Kylie became visibly stirred.
The black woman had suckled the white girl’s titties, but now it was Kylie’s turn at her black mountains of delight. Like Isabella, she started to kiss her shoulders, grazing her tongue up her neck, catching the tiny beads of sweat that were hanging there. She licked and kissed down her body, taking her time, moving in small circles of pleasure. She moved slowly but was anxious to find out what her black tits would taste like in her mouth.
Kylie gradually made her way down to Isabella’s ebony nipples, which stood at attention, begging to be suckled by her warm mouth.
Her nipple tasted natural and sweet, almost musty, like something in nature, like something she might have uncovered in the woods behind her childhood home. Kylie darted her tongue around the black nipple, lashing at it with desire.
Isabella was rocked with pleasure. As the young white girl fed on her nipple, she moved her hands through her smooth blonde hair, down to her bare back, letting her fingertips lightly brush down the girl’s spine, making both of their bodies tingle with delight.
Isabella turned to make her next move, as she finished lapping at Kylie’s tittie. Kylie released her willingly, sensing that her dark pleasure was just beginning.
Isabella brought herself up next to the bed, sliding her cotton panties down her smooth, black legs. She moved them slowly and teasingly, making the white girl anxious to get a glimpse of her dark black bush.
Kylie waited patiently, and soon saw the beauty of her trim, her pubes cropped tightly, with a petite slit between Isabella’s legs. She unconsciously licked her lips with excitement, bringing a warm smile to Isabella’ s face. She was almost positive that the white girl had never tasted pussy before, but she knew that wouldn’t be a problem, as she would guide her mouth to her wet, delicious pussy.
She didn’t even need to guide her, as Kylie was anxious to taste the rich sweetness of Isabella’s moist labia.
Isabella, nude on the bed, spoke soft words to the white girl.
“Oh you.” She said.
Kylie stood up, letting her nightgown drop to the floor. Her legs were soft and supple, slightly tan from the summer sun. She still had on a pair of pink panties that complimented the nightgown. She turned her body and seductively shook her ass at Isabella. Isabella giggled, enjoying the view of the white girl’s curved bottom as Kylie slowly slid her panties down her thighs. Her back still turned, Isabella eyed the crack of her white lover’s backside. Her ass looked sensational, bubbling out like bread fresh from the oven. It was slightly tanned, and Isabella realized that Kylie probably spent a good amount of time sunbathing to get her buns so richly darkened this soon in the summer.
At this point, the white girl was fully aroused, stepping herself out of her panties and throwing them over her shoulder towards Isabella. The black woman picked them up, holding them close to nose and sniffed at the sweet wetness that had moistened them. Then she held out her tongue, licking at the juice in the panties, letting the white girl know that she was hot to feast on her morning lover.
Seeing this, Kylie turned around, spreading her legs gloriously, bringing her white, quivering hands down the whole of her body. She slid two fingers into the fold of her pussy and gasped as she realized how wet she had become.
Isabella watched her white lover, leaning back on the bed, spreading her soft black legs, bringing her fingertips to the edge of her own dark slit. She matched Kylie movements, and was soon matching her pleasured moans.
This continued, both women masturbating themselves in front of each other, putting their carnal desire on full display. As both of the women eagerly stimulated themselves, their lust was only amplified more and more, with both of the
m showing the other how eager they were to please and be pleased.
Then, as if taking cues from an invisible movie director, the girls both drew their fingers from their now dripping pussies, looking at each other with a grin. Kylie moved toward the bed and the black lover that she craved. Isabella, acknowledging her movement, spread her legs even further apart, as a welcome gesture to the white girl moving towards her body.
Kylie stretched her arms in front of her, falling onto the bed, her white tits hanging low against Isabella’s dark chest. She rubbed her tits against Isabella’s, moaning softly. Isabella brought a cupped hand to Kylie’s breasts, pushing them towards her mouth, burying her face in the soft lusciousness that were Kylie’s bare twins.
Easing herself onto the black woman, Kylie slid across Isabella’s body, Isabella lifting her legs high into the air, keeping them spread. She wrapped her dark legs around Kylie and held the white girl tightly, clutching her body. The two ladies began to hump, each of them feeling their clits harden, battling against each other in pure pleasure. As they writhed together, Kylie laid her head beside Isabella’s, her soft blonde hair falling across Isabella’s pretty, black face. Isabella relished the lingering fragrance of Kylie’s honey-scented shampoo.
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