[Barbara]

 

 

For Laura, work life was becoming more complicated. She now had running sexual affairs with Karen, Yvette, Barbara, and Cecilia, all of whom worked in the same place with her. Karen worked in another part of the company, and they rarely ran into each other. But the other three she saw almost daily, and the opportunity was ripe for jealousies and misunderstandings galore.

The point became clearer to her when Barbara glimpsed her leaning over Cecilia's desk, whispering to Cecilia, her lips only an inch from Cecilia's fantastic smooth black cheek. She had, of course, been telling Cecilia how much she dreamed of fucking her again, and Barbara, of course, knew it, just from watching them.

In the hallway minutes later she stopped Laura.

"You really got into her pants, didn't you, you slut," she grinned at Laura. "You stuck your tongue into that sweet little black jigaboo's pussy."

"The way you talk," Laura scowled.

"Sorry. That beautiful girl. She is a beautiful girl. Was it good?"

"What do you think."

"I think you lost your head, girl. I think she put a spell on you. I think you need a little raw rubbing with me to break the spell." Barbara's eyes smoked. Laura could feel her own body throbbing in response. "How about tonight?"

"God, Barbara, you're so bad."

"I'm right, too."

"Maybe so."

"Seven o'clock? We might need a long time," she said, suggestively.

Laura nodded, and they parted, not wishing to call attention to themselves.

All day Laura wondered why she had agreed. Her thoughts were almost constantly on Cecilia. Sometimes she felt she would die if she couldn't hold the girl's wonderful naked body again soon. And Cecilia seemed to feel the same way. They were both lovestruck, mooning after each other, so much so that Laura purposely kept away from her most of the time for fear of being seen by everyone as too obviously in love.

But Cecilia was, of course, still engaged to Ron. She still wore the ring. And she still had to spend time with him. This evening, for example. She couldn't get away, she explained mournfully to Laura. And Laura knew Ron would be fucking her, and this made her stomach curdle with acid.

And so, when Barbara beckoned, especially since Laura knew from past experience that Barbara wasn't exactly a timid or restrained bed partner, to put it mildly, she accepted quickly. She would not think of Ron fucking Cecilia if Barbara were making her climb the walls. Or blindfolding her and encasing her in rope and trying to fuck her to death, she thought, remembering the last time.

So, by the time a smiling Barbara opened the door to let her in at seven o'clock, Laura was wet and almost trembling with anticipation. The fact that she had climaxed almost twenty times the previous evening with Cecilia seemed to be ancient history. She was so horny for Barbara that the sight of the lovely girl in cutoffs and a loose-fitting tee-shirt that clearly showed her hard little breasts off was enough to make Laura's breath accelerate.

"My my, don't you look good enough to eat," she said to Barbara.

"I hope you mean it," Barbara grinned, making a big show out of fastening the deadbolt lock shut. "I know I'm not as pretty as that cute little jig you been licking."

"Don't underestimate your appeal," Laura said, coming close, then grabbing Barbara and kissing her hard.

Barbara kissed back. "I think I know some things she don't know," she said into Laura's teeth, unfastening one button on Laura's blouse.

"Several things."

Laura got her hands under the tee-shirt, on the warm smooth skin of Barbara's phenomenally slender waist, then slid them up the girl's body and filled her hands with Barbara's naked breasts, squeezing them excitedly.

"You want to go in the bedroom, or do it right here on the carpet?" Barbara asked, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Mmmm, I know we'll get to the bedroom sooner or later," Laura said, pulling the tee-shirt up. "You know what I want."

She dropped her mouth to Barbara's exquisite breasts. They were even more perfect than she remembered, with popping, shiny black nipples that she sucked hard, bringing soft yelps and moans from Barbara. Then Barbara put her hands in the air and Laura slid the tee-shirt up over her head and flung it across the room.

"Baby, I forgot how beautiful they are," she said, cupping Barbara's breasts in her hands again and lowering her mouth once more to the girl's large nipples, still wet with Laura's saliva.

"Oh! Yes . . . ohhnnnnn Laura yes oh god suck them hard!" Barbara panted.

"God, honey, I'm boiling over for you."

Laura had forgotten the raw, intense desire they generated in each other. Barbara forced her to stand up long enough to strip off Laura's blouse too, and her bra. They half-staggered, half-drug each other over to the sofa and sank onto it, kissing urgently, roughly, their hands all over the upper, naked part of each other.

Barbara's lips and hands found Laura's breasts too, and she started gently but quickly was mauling them with passion, making Laura keen and whimper uncontrollably. Frantically they both pulled off the rest of their clothes. They coiled together naked on the sofa, totally at home with each other and the needs and capabilities of their two bodies.

"I don't know why we don't do this every week," Barbara gasped. "It's so good."

"I don't either," Laura confessed, her hand finding the warm, wet crevice of Barbara's pussy.

"Oh!" Barbara gasped again. "Yes! Ungghh!"

And Laura began fucking her hard and fast. She was already more or less on top, and she pushed Barbara down into the sofa cushions, swallowing the girl's ravishing breasts and rubbing Barbara's clit hard. Barbara came in under a minute.

"Auuggnhh! Oh!" she cried out, pushing her contorted face into Laura's shoulder. "Ungghh! Oh god . . . yes! Unh! Unh! Oh god oh shit! Unngghh!"

"God, honey, you come so fast, you don't even give me time to have fun," Laura said, kissing her sensual mouth hungrily.

"You get to have fun now, that's why," Barbara grinned.

They turned so that they were on their sides again, and Barbara began teasing Laura's sensitive nipples with her tongue until Laura was squirming heatedly. Then, quickly, Barbara slid down between Laura's legs.

"Ahhh!" Laura gasped sharply as she felt Barbara's mouth touch her wet, throbbing pussy.

Cecilia was of course a charming amateur compared to Barbara, whose clever, skilled manipulations had Laura on edge in seconds, quivering and churning her hips frantically, and whimpering just short of desperation.

"Oh god I'm going to come," she whimpered almost to herself, feeling a huge explosion well up inside her body, then burst.

"Oh good, baby, good," Barbara panted, just as Laura spilled over in a flood of coming.

"Auungghhh! Ungghh! Oh! Barbar . . . unghh! Oh god!" she cried out, churning and coming wildly as Barbara licked her tingling pussy.

When it was over, they cuddled, giggling softly, completely relaxed with one another, though Laura knew rougher stuff was coming. Neither of them would be able to avoid the temptation. "Shall we adjourn to the bedroom and get serious?" Barbara finally said.

"Mmmmm," Laura said. "Only if you promise to do me with that fantastic little ball that has all the prickles all over it, like you did last time."

"You liked that, did you?" Barbara grinned. "I've had friends who threatened to have me arrested when they saw that."

"God, it makes me hot just talking about it," Laura said.

"Me too."

"But you should let me do you too. God, I love your ass. You have such a beautiful bottom."

"Mmmm, so beautiful you want to shove a vibrator in it," Barbara grinned.

Instead of replying, Laura kissed her and squeezed her firm round asscheeks with both hands.

"But I want to fuck you in the ass with my tongue first."

An involuntary shiver gripped Barbara, and her dark eyes sparkled. "I told you you were the best," she said under her breath. "I never met anybody who could fuck like you, Laura."

But in the bedroom, on the bed naked together, they couldn't stay off each other long enough to carry out anything kinky. One quick orgasm was not enough for them, and they began fucking heatedly, without delay. They were all over each other, as if the episode on the sofa hadn't even happened.

Each brought the other to a few more orgasms before they paused. Being in bed with Barbara was so relaxed, so natural, Laura realized, with none of the excessive emotion that encumbered her other relationships, even with Karen. Karen had been her first, as she had been Karen's, and on top of the perversions they shared was an overlay of emotional attachment neither could suppress.

But even the rough stuff with Barbara was different. She and Barbara, though they liked one another, were chiefly interested in exuberant, hot, repeated sex, not pain, and so their occasional dips into perversion were only done to provide more devastating orgasms for each other, not for pure pain itself.

"Have you ever used a whip?" Laura asked her, as they lay together still throbbing with the afterglow of their last explosion.

"A couple of girls have asked me to," Barbara said, turning serious. "I never did. Too close to the edge, I guess. Why, you want me to whip you?"

"You mean you'd reconsider, if I asked you?"

Barbara broke into a grin. "You're special, Laura. I might do something special for you."

Laura shook her head. "I was just curious." She pushed Barbara down on her back and slid on top of her. "What I really want to do is fuck you in the ass. Now I know how a man feels, when he sees a gorgeous bottom."

"And I'm sure you never felt that before," Barbara said, sarcastically.

Laura thought of Chanitra, the most beautiful ass she had ever seen, even more beautiful than Barbara's, though not by much. But this girl's was a definite masterpiece. She rolled Barbara over and began kneading and kissing the firm, round cheeks, as she had done to Cecilia.

Barbara enjoyed it and began to moaning softly. "God, you gon' do it to me, aren't you," she said. "Honey, you better tie me up and gag me first, 'cause I know I'm gonna enjoy this too much. I never let anybody do it to me before."

"Really?"

Barbara looked back at Laura, over her shoulder. Her eyes were glistening with sexual excitement, her face solemn. "Would I lie to you? The rope's under the bed, and the gag is in the bedstand drawer."

"Ah, but where's the thingee?" Laura winked.

Barbara frowned. "In the closet. In my handbag."

Laura quickly assembled the items, then began tying up Barbara, doing it slowly, the way Barbara had tied her, taking advantage of every opportunity.

"You really have a beautiful body," she murmured, exploring every inch of it with her lips and tongue as she wrapped the silken rope around Barbara.

"Ohhhhnn!" Barbara moaned, twisting involuntarily. "God, Laura, I've never let anyone fuck me like this."

"Mmmmmm, usually you're in control, aren't you. Tying up those pretty white girls and fucking them silly. Right?"

Barbara nodded, almost speechless with lust. Since she was lying on her stomach, Laura had not tied her breasts. Instead, she had tied Barbara's wrists to her ankles, then crisscrossed the rope over her shoulders and up through her crotch, pulling it hard apart above her ass to spread her cheeks apart, then finished by cinching it around Barbara's incredibly slender waist.

By now Barbara was moaning loudly. "The gag . . . put the gag on me," she begged Laura hoarsely. "I can't keep it in."

Laura found the gag under the bed too, flinching slightly again as she saw the blindfold. She strapped it in place over Barbara's face, with the small rubber ball in Barbara's mouth.

"With this gag on I can't see your beautiful face when I fuck you," Laura complained softly.

Now she began caressing Barbara's beautiful ass, sliding two pillows under Barbara's stomach to lift her hips up off the bed. Now her ass and pussy were exposed and vulnerable, even higher than Cecilia's had been. And of course she was going to get a more serious fucking than Cecilia had got, Laura thought, as she began to kiss Barbara's wet pussy and then inch her way up Barbara's exposed asscrack to the small pinched-shut ring of her rectum.

By the time her tongue reached it, Barbara was whinnying softly, and squirming wildly. With her thumbs Laura was able to open the girl's asshole and slither her tongue into it, and Barbara's body jerked in excited convulsions as it penetrated her. Laura squeezed her firm round cheeks roughly as she tongue-fucked Barbara's asshole. Then she slid one hand down to Barbara's flooding pussy and rubbed it vigorously, so rapidly that Barbara had a quick, surprising orgasm.

While she was still gasping from her climax, Laura took the small bottle of baby oil she had found in the bedstand drawer and dipped one forefinger into it. Then she slid the finger into Barbara's ass, all the way to the top knuckle. Barbara whimpered, gyrating her bottom, groaning with incredible sexual arousal.

"Mmmmm, you like it, don't you," Laura murmured, fucking her for a few minutes with the finger.

Then she took the fantastic vibrator and began to oil the prickly knob on the end of it with the baby oil. Barbara couldn't see her because of the blindfold, but she knew what was happening. She began to shiver and moan.

"Ohhhh, you can't wait, can you baby?" Laura cooed to her. "This thing is so big. It's going to make you explode," she teased. "I'm going to fuck you so hard with it, just like you fucked all those girls in the past. And me. Oh, I can see that really excites you."

Barbara was twisting and squirming helplessly now as Laura brought the oiled, prickly bulb down between her spread asscheeks. Her asshole had already been primed by Laura's finger, so that it was fairly easy to slide the thing into her. But Barbara didn't think so. She groaned and cried out loudly, her cries muffled by the gag, as it penetrated her.

Laura turned on the switch, and began fucking Barbara with the vibrator, and Barbara went wild. She screamed into the gag, her body flexing and straining, her sleek flesh beautiful as she clenched her muscles and struggled. And suddenly Laura had an idea. She realized that she could get the protruding end of the vibrator into her own pussy, if she squatted on top of Barbara's ass.

But she would have to do it quickly, since Barbara was being driven delirious by the sensations, and would come before long. Laura spread her thighs and got into position, then fed the end of the thing up into her wet slit, stunned by the sheer sexual excitement as she felt it slide up into her. She reached down to the switch and turned the vibrator up to its highest speed, then began fucking Barbara in the ass rapidly with it, gasping deliriously herself as it plunged up into her pussy too.

Both girls nearly went crazy, flipping and surging and grunting and howling as the vibrating machine that linked their bodies drove them closer and closer to a cataclysmic explosion. Fucking Barbara hard, raping her, Laura slipped her hands under the girl's body and clutched Barbara's hard little breasts, squeezing them fiercely as she drove her cunt down on the vibrator, feeling the vibrating shaft jangling against her own clit as the prickly ball plunged deep into Barbara's ass.

She kissed Barbara's beautiful sleek back and shoulders, pumping fiercely, jabbing it deep into Barbara, which in turn jabbed the other end deep up into her own pussy.

"Unh! Unh! Unghh!" she grunted. "Oh god oh shit . . . unghh! Oh Barbar . . . oh! Auunggh!"

And Barbara groaned and whimpered into the gag, tears leaking down her cheeks from beneath the patches over her eyes, her body writhing with pain and excruciating sexual excitement. All this lasted only about a minute and a half, and then a horrible, all- engulfing, nuclear explosion of an orgasm gripped them both.

Both girls came violently, in torrents, clenching and coming in hot strings of rapturous spasms, their bodies welded together by the vibrating monster between them, and by Laura's vise-like embrace, her hands still rhythmically squeezing Barbara's marvelous breasts. They groaned and came again, but then Laura had to extricate them since the vibrator didn't know when to stop.

Both girls were totally stunned by the experience. Laura reached down and slid the thing out of her cunt, then pulled it out of Barbara's ass. She had Barbara untied in another fifteen seconds, and then removed the mask-like gag and harness.

"Oh shit . . . I knew I shouldn't let you do that to me," Barbara gasped to her, her face still contorted with phenomenal mixture of pain and ecstatic pleasure the experience had caused.

"Tell me it wasn't good," Laura said, still panting herself.

"It was incredible," Barbara confessed. "How can I ever go to bed with anyone else now, after you?"

"Do I get the job?" Laura winked.

"I'm gon' lock you in the closet, Laura, and just take you out when I want to be fucked nearly to death," Barbara smiled, warmly, embracing Laura and kissing her ardently, a long kiss full of deep emotion.

Laura realized that, as had happened with Karen, going down into the depths of sexual depravity like that somehow welded them together in a way they had not shared before. Somehow their intimacy had a new quality now, and the easy, exuberant fucking they had indulged in before was replaced by a deeper, more resonant and emotional coupling that left them both physically more satiated and emotionally moved.

They fucked again, twice more, before Laura left, but both had had a mere seven orgasms, and they each felt exhausted and fulfilled.

"You aren't going to lie here and make yourself come ten more times, after I leave, are you?" Laura teased her.

"If I say yes, will you stay?"

"I think that one we had together was the equivalent of about fifty."

Barbara nodded. "My ass still hurts. You're a rapist. I'll give you twenty more years to stop it."

They kissed, leaving much understood but unspoken between them.

"I'm jealous of your little jigaboo," Barbara said. "But I'll try to understand."

"Thanks."

They kissed again, and Laura left.