[Yvette]

 

 

One day in a supermarket Laura saw Brandi's picture on the cover of Flex magazine. She stopped in her tracks, feeling the blood pound in her veins and a hot prickling inside her cunt. Brandi was gorgeous, as usual, wearing an abbreviated red bikini through the bra of which you could see the thick bumps of her nipples outlined. Her rippling stomach and her perfect shoulders were bare, and she was holding two shiny silver barbells that looked like they weighed about a hundred pounds each.

God, that girl fucked me, Laura thought, swallowing reflexively. She made me pass out.

She picked up the magazine and looked inside, hoping for more pictures. And she wasn't disappointed. There was a whole photo layout featuring Brandi. In each picture she was provocatively posed, and clothed, except the first one. There, she was spread out on her stomach across a leather sofa, face turned away from the camera, her whole incredible back and ass and all the rest of her magnificent body stark naked. Laura gulped again.

She had pressed her own naked body against that back, that ass. Her breath grew short, and her pulse accelerated. She knew she was wildly aroused sexually, and was afraid people would sense it. She threw the magazine into her shopping cart, vaguely wondering how embarrassed she would be when it came time to pay for it.

When she got it home, she didn't even put the groceries away before opening it and feasting her eyes on the picture again. It had been about a week since her flaming session with Barbara, and she felt pretty horny. Also, her desire for Brandi was mixed with the strange sadness they had both felt after their last encounter, which had been so fierce and ecstatic that they both knew Brandi felt it was way too dangerous to continue. Laura knew she would never have her again, and so looking at the picture made her nearly come unglued with desire.

Sitting in the easy chair, she had her skirt up and her hand on her flowing pussy before she even realized it, as she gazed at Brandi's fantastic naked body. Her body clenched as her fingers brushed her clit. Her eyes devoured Brandi's naked back, the beautiful curves of the splendid muscles that flowed down into the sculptured dark moons of Brandi's ass. Laura had tasted it all, and she remembered it too, remembered the feel of her lips on each smooth, round globe, remembered parting them with her fingers, slithering her tongue in . . .

Just then her downstairs buzzer rang.

"Oh god!" she said out loud, dropping the magazine, startled out of her sexual trance.

She stood and smoothed down her skirt. Who could it be? Should she answer?

Shakily, she went to the speaker. It was Chanitra! Laura could feel her heart leap inside her chest. She buzzed the girl in and waited at the door for her.

"Hi!" Chanitra said brightly as Laura let her in. "Long time no see."

Laura smiled. "No kidding."

As usual, Chanitra was dressed in the most fetching, provocative way imaginable. She wore tight white pants and a skimpy midriff blouse, bright green and tight too across her jutting young breasts. Her beautiful, silky, young black skin was visible everywhere. Laura, who had aroused herself to a frantic pitch, only seconds from coming, while looking at Brandi's picture, wanted to eat Chanitra alive.

"You ain't been missing me, though," Chanitra teased. "Ain't heard you been calling me or anything. Trying to get me over here."

"I thought you were busy."

"I was busy at Karen's," Chanitra said pointedly, clearly trying to make Laura jealous, and succeeding.

Laura frowned. "You should be going out with boys. You're too young to be just a . . . lesbian."

Chanitra smiled her fetching, crinkly-nosed smile. "You pretty young yourself, and you one."

Laura swallowed. She changed the subject. "Did you and Karen have a good time?"

Chanitra came over to her, to tease her more closely. She touched Laura's cheek with her finger. "She fucked me, if that's what you mean. She likes to fuck me."

"Who wouldn't?" Laura said, half sourly. She had the itch herself. The girl was enchanting.

Chanitra tilted her lips temptingly up at Laura. "Would you?"

"Yes."

"How come you don't try, then?"

Now Laura teased her back. She touched Chanitra's smooth cheek with one fingertip, then let the finger fall, down her neck, to her beautiful bare shoulder, further, to her breasts.

"I'm afraid I'll hurt you, I want you so much," Laura whispered.

"Laura," Chanitra said, solemnly for the first time. Her eyes watered a little. "I got to thinking you didn't want me any more."

"You're wrong."

"Karen's okay. But you . . . you're my first."

They came together kissing ravenously. In only a few seconds they were naked on Laura's king-sized bed, and Laura was all over Chanitra.

She didn't realize how horny she really was, how horny masturbating while looking longingly at Brandi's picture had made her, until she began devouring Chanitra's wonderful young naked body. Then she quickly forgot about Brandi.

"God, I forgot how gorgeous you are," she panted to Chanitra, who was in seventh heaven, moaning as Laura tried to swallow her bulging, shiny black nipples.

Wet with her saliva, they were soft, glimmering cones that stood up from Chanitra's small, hard breasts, and Laura was unable to keep her mouth off them. She sucked them hard, bringing tiny mewls of ecstacy from deep in Chanitra's throat.

"Ohhnnn . . . oh god oh Laura!" she whimpered. "Ohhh shit!"

By the time Laura slid down and pushed her mouth into Chanitra's runny slit, the girl was almost coming already. In only a few seconds she exploded in a hot, whinnying climax, her strong, beautiful young body flipping and straining as she came.

Now Laura flipped her over and feasted on Chanitra's incredible ass, wondering how she could have survived without it this long.

"God, you're incredible, baby," she panted, filling her hands with the firm moons, licking them and then sucking and biting them, pulling them apart and invading Chanitra's puckered anus with her tongue.

"Aiieeee!" Chanitra squealed, her whole body trembling with convulsions.

Laura slid one hand under her crotch and into her pussy, then shook it hard and made Chanitra come again in just seconds. In a way it reminded her of what she had done with Barbara, except that the two were so different. Chanitra exploded again with exuberant coming, then quickly turned the tables on Laura, swarming all over her and fucking her eagerly, until Laura herself was coming. She had two orgasms herself before Chanitra would stop.

It was while they were lying lazily together and murmuring softly after these explosive couplings that the downstairs buzzer rang again.

"Who could that be?" Laura wondered, half-aloud.

"Probly another one of your girlfriends," Chanitra said, with her crinkle-nose grin. "Crazy to have you be licking her pussy."

Laura pinched her. "You mean like you are?"

"Of course," Chanitra giggled. "Whyn't you let her in?"

"When you're here?"

"Never mind. I'll let her in."

Chanitra bounded off the bed before Laura could stop her. Before Laura could catch her she had already buzzed the buzzer and let in whoever it was. A cold squirt of fear shot through Laura as she wondered if it might be Jonelle. But then she relaxed. Jonelle always called first, and anyway it was hard for her to get away because of her little boy.

But Laura was not prepared for the shock of seeing Yvette through the small crack she opened in the door.

"Laura, let me in," Yvette said. "Why don't you open the door?"

"I---" Laura choked, unable to speak.

"Oh, I get it," Yvette said, looking stricken. "There's somebody in there with you, right?"

"Shit, just let her in," Chanitra said, yanking open the door.

Yvette's face froze with shock. She did come in out of the corridor, and shut the door behind her, but apparently only to keep the neighbors from seeing both Laura and Chanitra stark naked.

"Chanitra," she said softly, as if unable to believe it.

Laura felt worse than naked. She didn't know what to do either.

"I'll get us some bathrobes," she said absently.

"You ain't gon' leave me alone with her, are you?" Chanitra said sarcastically. "She'll probly kill me or something."

But Yvette didn't look hostile. Instead, she looked infinitely sad, and Laura knew why, and felt partially to blame. She returned in less than a minute with a bathrobe for Chanitra. She had already slipped into hers.

The three of them stood awkwardly by the front door. Then Chanitra said, "Shit, I was just leaving anyway," in a sour tone of voice. "I already had my fun."

Laura wanted to say, "No, you don't have to go." But she was torn. The look on Yvette's face was desolate, and now big tears began to roll down her cheeks.

"Chanitra . . . how could you?" she wept softly.

But Chanitra was all defiance. She stuck her face directly into her sister's. "I like fucking with Laura," she said. "Laura been fucking me a long time. This ain't new. We been fucking a long time. Hot and nasty. We good together, tell her, Laura."

Laura swallowed. "Yvette . . ."

Yvette glowered at Laura through her tears.

"That's okay, I'm outta here," Chanitra said. "Maybe I'll go on over to Karen's place and see if she wants to get a little piece of me too."

She said the last deliberately to wound Laura, and succeeded. Laura wondered why both of them were allowing this gorgeous sixteen- year-old to hurt them this way. But Chanitra went to the bedroom, reappearing, clothed, only a few minutes later and waltzing out the door with a smirk.

"See you guys," she said. "Later. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

Laura and Yvette stood there, very uncomfortable, for a long time. Finally, Yvette sniffled.

"Let me get you a kleenex," Laura said.

"Don't do me any favors," Yvette sniffled.

Laura went to the bedroom and returned with a kleenex. "You knew about Chanitra and me," she said softly, trying to downplay it. "It wasn't a secret."

Yvette blew her beautiful brown nose. She blinked back her tears. "I just think about you all the time. How I can't be with you. How I want you. Sometimes my body is just burning up for you. When I'm in bed with him, I think about you. And then . . . to think of you . . . fucking with my little sister, it just . . ."

She dissolved into fresh sobs. Instinctively, and because she really did care for Yvette a lot, Laura put her arm around Yvette's shoulders. Yvette cried, and somehow they easily ended up in an embrace, with Laura kissing her wet cheeks, then her neck, her chin, and her mouth, tenderly, then more than tenderly.

Yvette quickly became very aroused. She was panting and mewling, kissing Laura back passionately.

"Do you still have something left for me?" she asked Laura. "After her? Could you still . . . fuck me?"

"Where's Arthur?"

"Playing golf. My little girl's with my mother. Laura, please."

"You know I can't keep my hands off you."

Yvette shivered. "Oh god . . . how I've dreamed of this moment."

Laura took her into the bedroom. They both had forgotten that only minutes ago Laura and Chanitra had been fucking on those very rumpled sheets. Quickly Laura began to undress Yvette, trying to distract her. Yvette was wearing a sweater, and she helped Laura pull it up over her head. Laura kissed her shoulders, her chest, the upper slopes of her small, perfect breasts, reaching behind for Yvette's bra clasp.

"I can smell her on your sheets," Yvette said, as they lay together on the bed while Laura unclasped Yvette's bra.

"You can't. You just smell me."

"I smell fucking."

Laura got the clasp undone and slid the bra off Yvette's body, filling her hands with Yvette's small, beautiful breasts, dropping her mouth to them, sucking one of Yvette's nipples sharply.

"Ohhh! Oh Jesus!" Yvette gasped.

It had been weeks since one of their speedy, after-work couplings, and Laura was very hungry for Yvette, in spite of her mini-orgy just before this with Chanitra. I guess this is the day for the sisters, she thought, kissing Yvette's smooth black body everywhere as she undressed her. Finally, she reached her crotch.

"Oh god, Laura, yes! Please!" Yvette whimpered, moaning and sighing with aching, deep pleasure as Laura's mouth touched her blossoming wet pussy.

"Oh honey, you're so wet for me," Laura murmured, licking the lovely parabolic petals of Yvette's glistening cunt. "You really want me to eat you and fuck you, don't you."

"Oh god . . . yes! Yessss! Ungghhh! Ohhhhh!"

Yvette was frantic with pent-up lust, and since Laura had just come four or five times with Chanitra, she felt a less urgent need for quick release. And so she lavished all of her skill on Yvette, who came sharply in only thirty seconds.

"Auunnnggghh! Oh! Oh Jesus oh shit ohhhhh! Unh! Yes! Oh god, Laura! Unngghh!" she gasped as a fierce orgasm wrenched her body.

And Laura didn't let up for a moment. She swarmed all over the lovely, undulating, naked girl, fucking her with loving passion and ingenuity, devouring Yvette's breasts, and her wonderful round ass, and her flowing pussy, bringing Yvette to two more orgasms before she began to toy with her and make her wait.

Yvette's first few orgasms were quick and explosive, but between the third and the fourth ten more minutes elapsed as Laura skillfully brought her to the precipice, then drew her back, building the tension, stoking the fires, until Yvette was twisting and whimpering semi-hysterically with unslaked lust.

"Oh god . . . Laura! Unh! Unh! Please! Oh . . . Laura!"

And Laura continued to tease her, drawing it out, making Yvette frantic with need. Yvette squeezed her own breasts roughly, and pinched her own nipples, whimpering, her hips churning futilely, her eyes begging Laura.

Laura knew she could get Yvette's G-spot going when Yvette got this excited, and she carefully prepared for the cataclysm, grabbing a fresh hand-towel that she always kept on the bedstand. Then she settled herself between Yvette's lean, silky thighs and began to tongue her pussy, insinuating one long finger up into it at the same time. Yvette went wild.

"Oh! Oh Laura! I'm going to come! Quick, do it hard! Please! Oh!"

But Laura refused to be hurried. Slowly, she rotated her finger inside Yvette's tight, wet pussy, curling her tongue around the girl's swollen clit, flicking it, driving Yvette up the wall. Yvette strained, her lovely body arching, quivering.

"Oh! Oh!" she gasped.

"Oh baby . . . ohhhh baby," Laura murmured, searching probing with her finger, knowing she was close, feeling Yvette clench and quiver uncontrollably.

Then, suddenly, she found it. Yvette stiffened, as if an electrical jolt had shot through her. Deep, frantic cawing sounds came from her throat. With her free hand Laura put the hand towel over Yvette's mouth just as an hysterical shriek came from it, and Yvette's body exploded in a violent uprush of coming.

She came in a hot fury, screaming and thrashing, gagging on strings of orgasms, seeming to be finished, then erupting in more keening, writhing spasms. Laura held onto her pussy and slid up to suck her nipples, sucking and biting them while Yvette's beautiful lean body shuddered in another series of wild convulsions. She came three more times before collapsing in a wreck of whimpering and tears, panting and groaning as aftershocks of her orgasms left her quivering and weak.

Her cheeks wet and her eyes shining with love and gratitude, she held Laura close and quivered again as one last spasm shook her body.

"Now you know why almost any risk is worth it to be with you," she murmured.

Laura smiled, feeling pretty horny herself after holding Yvette while she had tried to set a new record for consecutive orgasms. "It Arthur could only find that spot, I might never see you again," she said.

"Don't be silly," Yvette murmured, now beginning to caress Laura's naked body in a meaningful way. "He comes after five thrusts, then loses interest. You know I can't come that way until I've already had three or four."

"I know," Laura smiled, cupping one of her breasts and holding it for Yvette as her lips closed over the swollen, aching nipple. "Oh! Ohhhh yesss! Hard!"

Yvette proceeded to fuck Laura every bit as thoroughly as Laura had fucked her. After she came four times, they melted together into mutual, undulating waves of fucking and came together twice more. By the time Yvette left, they had worn each other out, and Laura had even climaxed three times with Chanitra, before Yvette had shown up.

I guess the sisters really had their way with me today, she thought, amused, as she kissed Yvette goodbye at the door.

"I hope you can get away like this often," she whispered.

"Wild horses couldn't stop me," Yvette said, her eyes on fire so brightly that Laura thought they might disrobe and fuck once more right there on the floor before she left. "But Arthur might."

Laura smiled wryly, kissed her once more, then watched her walk toward the elevator, caressing Yvette's long, spectacular legs with her eyes.

Back inside, alone, she slumped in her easy chair, then noticed the Flex magazine on the floor, where she had dropped it when Chanitra arrived unexpectedly. Even with all the fucking she had done, she felt a stirring of blood, and a prickling in her pussy as she gazed down at Brandi's face on the cover.

That's the kind of power you have over me, she told the face, Brandi. She picked up the magazine and quickly flipped to the pictures of Brandi, especially the nude one. The woman's body was amazing. Even though her pussy was sore, and her nipples were sore, Laura could feel all of them throbbing as she looked at Brandi's body.

God, could I really come again, after all that? Just from looking at her picture?

She knew that she could, and part of her hated herself for being so oversexed, so easily aroused. Taking the magazine with her into the bedroom, she slipped out of her robe and groped under the bed for the fat, ridged dildo that Karen left with her as a gift after one of their torrid encounters. The thing was bigger than two real cocks, and the mere sight of it made Laura's asshole burn as she remembered how Karen had rammed the gigantic shaft into her.

She lay down on her stomach on the bed, with the picture of Brandi spread out before her, and slid the dildo between her thighs, not into her pussy, but pressing the thick round shaft against the entire length of her slit, especially against the freshly excited nub of her clit. Next, she locked her thighs around a pillow.

Now, gazing hotly, longingly, at Brandi's naked body, she began to pump, feeling the hard rubbery shaft of the dildo bite into her pussy and rub along her clit. The excitement was such that it took only about a minute for her to become completely delirious with sexual need. She squeezed and twisted her own breasts, pumping so hard that she could hear the bed squeak.

Having already climaxed so many times with Chanitra and Yvette, it took a little while longer for her to get there.

"Ohhhhnnnn . . . oh god Brandi!" she heard herself moaning softly, almost desperately. "Oh god Brandi!"

When she finally came, it was a wrenching, almost agonizing orgasm. The shaft of the fat dildo sank between her cuntlips, and it mashed into her clit, giving at least a remote semblance of Brandi's huge, muscular thigh crushing her pussy. She moaned and shuddered through the jolting spasms, finally going slack in the aftermath, letting the pillow slip from her thighs, feeling the dildo fall away to the sheet.

And as she often did in the aftermath of a self-induced orgasm, she felt a great, transfusing sadness, and a far-off insistent longing for the person she had just so violently mated with in her imagination. Chanitra, Yvette, and Brandi all on the same day, all in the same two hours, she thought. And if the three of them showed up at the door right now, I'd want them all again.