[Barbara]

 

 

God, this really is turning into an orgy, Laura thought as she lay entwined together with Barbara after their wild orgasms. She knew for some reason that they were far from finished. They had only been fucking for about an hour. The night was young, and they were all as horny as could be, even after several orgasms apiece.

"I think we should at least rest and have a drink or something," Rhonda said, sensibly, as the sexual excitement of the last hour gave way to temporary exhaustion.

"I've got a bottle of champagne in the fridge just waiting for us," Barbara grinned. "I'll go get it."

"Need help with the glasses?" Laura called after her.

"No. Got a tray. Relax," Barbara called back.

Now Laura and Rhonda were left alone. They were both naked, and it was hard not to let sexual interest reawaken. We're both such sluts at bottom, Laura thought. How could we not want to fuck?

"I don't know how Sholandra could resist you so long," Laura confessed softly. "You're so gorgeous. Your body is so beautiful. And I watched you make Barbara come. You . . . have skills."

Rhonda's eyes swam with hot sex. At first she said nothing but watched Laura's eyes on her breasts. Then she said, "I've made you come, too."

"Yours are a lot more beautiful than Pamela Anderson's," Laura whispered, alluding to a past conversation.

"Have you gone to bed with her too," Rhonda teased seductively.

She cupped the exquisite, creamy globes in her palms, offering them to Laura. "I'll bet I'm your only white girl, too," she whispered.

Laura nodded, bending her head and slowly sucking one of Rhonda's soft nipples into her mouth. It was a very intimate, physically and emotionally moving moment, one neither of them expected. Laura's whole body filled with fresh sexual longing as she filled her mouth with Rhonda's wonderful, swollen nipples.

"God, it made me so hot watching you fuck Barbara," Rhonda panted, watching Laura's mouth and hands caress and suck and squeeze her beautiful round breasts.

"I love your big soft nipples," Laura murmured, devouring the silky wet buds, sucking them erect, squeezing Rhonda's breasts harder.

"Fuck me like you fucked her," Rhonda panted, squirming, panting more rapidly. "With the thingee . . . like her! Oh please, Laura! Unghhh! Oh!"

"Oh, girl, you're not going to wait," Laura whispered, realizing that Rhonda was almost coming already.

She wouldn't be able to hold out for the butterfly vibrator. Laura's mouth on her nipples had brought her to the very edge.

It had taken only two minutes or so for Barbara to go to the kitchen and return with a bottle of champagne and three glasses, but by the time she reappeared, Laura was straddling Rhonda's waist, holding her wet breasts and sucking her nipples hungrily. Rhonda was squirming and whimpering, one hand rubbing her pussy frantically. And then she was coming, a quick uprush of coming that simply spilled over.

"Auunngghh!" she groaned loudly. "Anngghh! Oh yessssss! Oh god Laura yes! Auungghhh!"

Absolutely naked, Barbara stood in the doorway watching them, carrying a tray with three glasses and an open bottle of champagne.

"Can't leave you white girls alone for a minute without you be suckin' and slurpin' on each other, can I," she said. "You whities must be oversexed."

"We were trying to make up our differences," Laura smiled, crawling off Rhonda's supine naked body.

"Looks like you succeeded," Barbara said drily.

Rhonda sat up, pouting. "She didn't get to butterfly me. I came too fast."

"Rhonda baby you always come too fast," Barbara grinned, kidding her but apparently telling the truth too. "You like a firecracker with a teeny fuse."

"It's better than taking a half hour," Rhonda continued to pout.

"Don't I know it," Barbara sighed, pouring them each a glass. "I've had a few of those. They come hard, though. You'd love to come that hard. All that waiting really seems to build it up. Had a girl who scared me once, I thought she was dying. She even turned blue, she came so hard. Must have took her forty-five minutes to get there, though."

"You're lying," Laura teased, pushing her knee.

"Would I lie to you?"

Barbara gave Laura a kimono to put on, and Rhonda a rayon bathrobe. She wore a yellow lace chemise. The large black circles of her nipples were clearly visible through the lace. Her near- naked body was unbelievably fetching, and Laura wanted to rip the teddy off. She knew Rhonda did too, even though they had both been fucking Barbara, and one another, already for an hour.

But the three of them relaxed for a half an hour in Barbara's livingroom, chatting, laughing, drinking champagne. It was all they needed to restoke the fires that had never been quite put out. Looking at Barbara in the yellow lace chemise was enough to get both Laura and Rhonda hornier than ever. From time to time, they glanced at each other, knowing the steam was building.

Finally, Laura put down her half-empty champage glass and joined Barbara on the sofa.

"Did I tell you you could sit here?" Barbara grinned.

Laura ran one long forefinger up and down Barbara's naked, shapely black arm. "No," she said. "You didn't."

Laura was amazed. She felt such sharp desire that it was as if she had never fucked Barbara at all. Rhonda joined them, on Barbara's other side.

"Didn't tell you you could sit here either," Barbara smiled, getting excited herself now.

The chemise had two thin lace straps at the shoulders. Laura inched one off with one finger until it drooped down Barbara's arm. Rhonda did the same thing with the other strap. They kissed and nuzzled Barbara's cheeks and ears on both sides.

"I seem to be squeezed between two oversexed white girls craving some hot, very hot hot black pussy," Barbara giggled throatily.

"How hot is it?" Laura asked, letting her lips drop to Barbara's gleaming round shoulder, then lower, pulling the strap down and the chemise with it, exposing Barbara's exquisite small breast.

Barbara didn't get a chance to answer this one. Rhonda pulled down the other side, and in seconds she and Laura were sucking Barbara's nipples, pushing her back into the sofa cushions, bringing soft moans of excitement from deep in her throat. The difference between now and earlier was that the initial wild urgency was gone.

In its place was a slow, deliberate sensuality and skill. Rhonda and Laura took great enjoyment in slowly peeling off the sexy chemise, exposing Barbara's naked body in delectable inches and kissing every smooth part of it, until they finally got to her crotch. There they took turns licking her delicious black-lipped pussy, driving the girl insane with need.

With Rhonda between Barbara's legs, lavishing all her skill on the girl's inflamed, glistening black pussy, Laura shed her kimono and brushed her naked breasts across Barbara's face, teasing Barbara's lips with her nipples. Barbara grabbed Laura's breasts in her hands, squeezing them so sharply that Laura yelped in pain.

"Unngghh! Oh! God, baby . . . so hard!"

Barbara's mouth caught one of her nipples. She held Laura's breast in both hands and sucked Laura's nipple hard, gasping at the same time as she was about to come herself. Rhonda was eating Barbara's pussy passionately, and Barbara moaned excitedly as she sucked Laura.

"Unhh! Oh god!" she panted. "Oh . . . yes! Ungghh!"

Laura felt Barbara's teeth on her sensitive nipple. The feeling aroused her wildly, as it always did. Barbara looked up at her, eyes murky and swirling in a hot storm of frenzied lust. She released Laura's wet nipple from her mouth.

"I want you to unghh! Oh! Want you to fuck me in the ass with Mr. Prickles. Ohnnngg! Oh god . . . I'm going to come. Get Mr. Prickles! Over there!"

She gestured to the coffee table. At the same moment with her other hand she held Rhonda's head, pushing it slightly away from her pussy, panting crazily.

"Stop . . . stop girl, just for a second," she gasped. "You're going to make me come."

Rhonda grinned. "Anybody else would want to come."

"I do," Barbara smiled. "I want her to fuck me in the ass with Mr. Prickles at the same time."

Rhonda looked at the formidable prickled dildo in Laura's hand. "You're really sick," she said to Barbara. "In the ass? With that . . . thing?"

But both Laura and Barbara were in too much of a hurry to indulge Rhonda's objections. They persuaded her to lie on her back with Barbara on top in sixty-nine position, and Laura, who had quickly found the small bottle of babyoil she always carried in her purse, was already lubricating and opening Barbara's asshole with her fingers, bringing tense moans from Barbara.

"Ohhnn! Unhh! Oh god . . . Laura, yes! Unghhh! Oh shit! God, do it fast, yes! Yes! Unghh!"

Fucking Barbara in the ass with two fingers aroused Laura wildly. The glistening oil made it easy, and Barbara was crazy about it, swirling her beautiful ass back and up into Laura's plunging hand and moaning near-hysterically. The sexual excitement seemed to get to Rhonda too, for she began to squirm and whimper uncontrollably.

Laura could see Rhonda licking and sucking the inner juicy magenta crease of Barbara's open pussy hungrily. She knew Barbara would come very soon, and she had only a few seconds to get Mr. Prickles into her ass, her beautiful black upjutting round ass. Even with three greased fingers it was hard to open it enough to accommodate Mr. Prickles.

But she hurriedly oiled the prickly bulbous head of the dildo and rotated it while pushing it into Barbara's asshole.

"Ungghh! Oh Jesus! Ohnnggg!" Barbara groaned as the huge, torturous thing slid into her ass.

None of them waited around to enjoy it in a slow, leisurely way. Rhonda began sucking Barbara's dripping pussy like crazy, and Laura began fucking her ass as hard and as fast as she could with the perverse instrument, plunging it deep into her ass and twirling it savagely. Barbara went briefly insane in a fit of sexual frenzy and came in about twenty seconds.

Laura had seen her come hard, but this rivalled every hard orgasm of the past. Her body clenched fiercely, and her face was torn in a seizure of excruciating ecstacy. She completely lost her breath, and a deep shuddering began to grip her flesh as the orgasm throttled her sharply from within, pouring out in waves through her.

It was a good minute before the deep moans started from somewhere inside her body, ripping their way out her throat as the waves of coming shattered her flesh.

"Awwoonnggg ohnngg ahhnngghiiieeee!" she cried out, undulating and coming, shuddering as each fierce spasm wrenched her, then whimpering helplessly as the next one gathered force.

By this time Laura was slowly inching Mr. Prickles back out of Barbara's asshole, and Rhonda had stopped eating her pussy. Slowly, very slowly, Barbara began to regain her senses. Finally, she looked over her shoulder at Laura, eyes red and glassy, jaw slack, still panting uncontrollably.

"Remind me to invite you guys to my party every time," she said in a hoarse, weak voice, smiling wryly.

She crawled off Rhonda, who still seemed to be in shock by what she had participated in. But the inevitable logic of a three- way fuck was in effect, and Laura realized that fucking Barbara like this had left her and Rhonda desperately in need of release. As if communicating by telepathy, they sandwiched the exhausted Barbara between them and began fucking her again, but this time slowly, sensually, and fucking one another too, at the same time, until all three of them were involved in a genuine group effort aimed at a final, total explosion in which all would share.

For both Rhonda and Laura, it took hardly any time at all before they were quivering on the verge of sweet bursting bliss, but they both pulled back, waiting for Barbara, coaxing her along, until she too was again keening and writhing with excitement. The moment was especially precious to them all because their three moving bodies were entirely in synch, and the orgasm hit each one at nearly the same instant.

They came hotly, their cries intermingling and their beautiful naked bodies entangled in a unit as they throbbed together. None of them could face up to the fact that Barbara was leaving for L.A. to live, and they would probably never share anything like this again. On the other hand, Laura reflected, maybe the impending sense of loss was what had made it so acute to them.

"If I haven't said it before," Barbara smiled as they dressed and prepared to leave, "I want to thank you guys again for coming to my party and fucking me so hard I won't be able to walk for a week. What will I ever do without you?"

"You'll think of something," Laura said sarcastically.

"That's what I'm afraid of," Rhonda said, ruefully. "I think you should take Mr. Prickles and drop him off the bridge before you leave."

Barbara pecked her on the cheek. "Just because you're an anal virgin, girl, doesn't mean you should sneer at others' fun."

"An anal virgin," Laura clucked. "Tsk tsk. We missed our chance to initiate her. She's already dressed."

"Next time," Barbara said.

But tears were already rolling down Rhonda's cheeks. "There won't be any next time."

They both tried to soothe her, but as she and Laura were walking to their cars she said, "Laura, what'll I do? I love her. She was my first. You know how that is. You had a first. I love her. How can I let her go?"

Laura sympathized. Then, almost hating herself, she thought of something. "Maybe seeing a little more of Sholandra would . . . you know, ease the pain. I . . . I'm, you know, in love myself. It's getting very awkward . . . I mean, with them both."

Rhonda looked at her as if she were crazy. "You mean you'd give her to me? I don't believe it."

"You might have to . . . sort of win her over. It could be temporarily messy."

"Laura, she's absolute heaven in bed. You know that."

"I know. But I can't afford it any more. She scratched me, and my real lover saw the scratches. I almost lost her." Laura gulped.

Rhonda patted her hand. "Don't worry, dear. Rhonda will make everything better. I will sweep her away from you, you cruel heartless person."

Laura smiled. At the same moment she felt a pang. Never sleep with Sholandra again? Was she ready to accept that?