[Barbara]

 

 

With Jonelle gone, Laura felt drained, wrung out, exhausted. She could still feel a faint, pleasant tingling all over her body from their encounter, but overall she was too tired even to smile. They had both come about six or seven times in an hour of heated fucking. And then there had been her little tryst with Barbara earlier in the day.

She suddenly came awake from her fatigue, however, at the thought of Barbara. Glancing at the clock, she saw that it was almost eight. And she was ashamed to realize that her pussy was actually throbbing and moistening, even after what she had just been through with Jonelle.

I really am a slut after all, she thought. Jonelle is right. I could never stop. Not even for her. Barbara's just waiting for me to call. Will I call her?

For about twenty minutes she resisted. She reasoned with herself. I've had enough. A pure, burning, wonderful love experience. I came over and over. And I even did it with Barbara earlier today, so I shouldn't need more of that. I'm not such a slave to my own lusts, am I? I can turn away from it. I will. I'll be strong.

At eight-thirty, the phone rang. Laura knew who it was before she picked it up. God, I'm glad Jonelle wasn't here when she called! she thought.

"Are you still coming over?" Barbara asked, softly, seductively, invitingly. "I've got something for you."

"What."

"I'll give you a hint. It's tight. It's black on the outside, pink on the inside."

"Oh god," Laura gasped under her breath, feeling her blood race.

"No, it's not god," Barbara teased.

"I'll be there in ten minutes," Laura breathed into the phone.

"Don't cause a wreck, girl."

Even though in the back of her mind, she felt like she was betraying Jonelle, Laura put on her sexiest underwear before leaving. Barbara had worn a black bra, so Laura put on her black bra, which had lacy cups that only partially concealed her nipples. She also put on lacy black panties that were barely strings of lace, hardly covering anything.

I'm a slut, she told herself as she looked at her body in the mirror. Why isn't Jonelle enough for me? I'm just a slut, a tart, a whore. Can't get enough. Hot pants. I want Barbara to fuck me. I can't help it. It was beautiful with Jonelle. With Barbara it will be . . . oh god, as raw as it ever gets!

As she drove to Barbara's place, it was almost as if her hour with Jonelle, which had only ended about forty-five minutes earlier, had taken place some time in the distant past. She realized she was fiercely horny. How can I be this way? she wondered. I came and came with Jonelle. And came hard. And now I've got this itch, I want Barbara to do me, do me hard, maybe to scrub away something as beautiful as Jonelle, something so pure and . . . innocent.

Whatever the reasons, Laura's blood was sizzling by the time she rang Barbara's bell. And Barbara didn't help matters. She had on a gorgeous peach-tinted camisole, nearly transparent, showing off her rich, dark skin and her perfect, small, jutting breasts. The large circles of her swelling black nipples were easy to see, and there was nearly no back to the garment. Laura wanted to reach out and touch the dark, silky expanse of Barbara's delicious back even as she came through the door.

"You look like you were expecting someone," Laura teased softly as Barbara threw the latch.

Barbara turned, smiling. "You like?"

She pirouetted, showing off her beautiful ass, her long, glossy legs.

"Like is hardly the word," Laura said, reaching out.

But Barbara was frowning playfully. She sniffed Laura. "You smell like you've already been fucking with some slut," she said.

"Did you really come over here for more, after you've already been fucking? Are you really bringing your already-fucked little ass over here for me to mop up after her?" She sniffed Laura elaborately again. "Or was it a guy? Is there cum dripping out of your pretty pink pussy?"

Laura blushed with embarrassment. She knew the truth was all over her face. She couldn't deny it.

"Don't be so mean," she murmured, abjectly. "I'm here. I didn't have to come."

Barbara softened. She came closer. Just the presence of her near-naked body was enough to make Laura's blood pound. And Barbara teased her further, licking Laura's lips sensually with her extended tongue, slipping it between them, letting their mouths gradually come together. Then she pulled back slightly. Laura could see the hurt in her eyes, deep down.

"I get jealous too," she whispered. "I want you for myself. I can see you love this girl. You only want me for fucking. Especially for hard, mean fucking, after you've had your little sweetness with her. Am I right?"

"You can think whatever you think. I couldn't stay away," Laura said, her eyes burning into Barbara's. "When I thought of you . . . I got wet. You make me wet."

Their eyes throbbed in unison. "Are you still wet?" Barbara smiled.

"Just looking at you makes me go all runny," Laura whispered.

"Can you make it to the bedroom, or do you want to do it right here on the floor?"

Laura took her hand and they walked to Barbara's bedroom. Then Laura, unwilling to wait, peeled the peach lace camisole off Barbara's naked body, following her fingers everywhere with her lips, pulling Barbara down onto the bed and kissing every inch of her delicious silky black body, until Barbara was writhing and whimpering.

Somehow, making love to Jonelle had inspired Laura, and she was now unwilling to just fall into frantic rutting with Barbara. Instead, she wanted to string it out, to lavish on Barbara a skill that she usually reserved for her less experienced lovers, those girls she wanted to tie to her by the bonds of her ingenious sexual skill.

Also, she was determined to let Barbara see how much she, Laura, really wanted to be there. And so she prolonged the agony for nearly half an hour, kissing and caressing Barbara, sucking and teething her wet nipples, tongue-tickling her pussy, whispering hot promises in her ear, until Barbara was squirming and whimpering helplessly under her, begging her, imploring Laura for relief.

"Ohhhhnnn . . . oh god . . . ohhhnn Laura god Laura you bitch make me come oh please! God please Laura please . . . make me come you bitch . . . or I'll . . . oh! Oh god . . . I'll do it myself oh shit it feels so good right there . . . yes! Oh yes girl yes! Do it hard! Please!"

Still Laura teased her and teased her, until both of them were ready to explode with sexual tension. Laura had never seen Barbara so completely out of control, so vulnerable, so consumed by her frantic lust. She twisted and moaned under Laura's clever caresses, quivering and pleading, churning her hips in helpless fuck-motions, squeezing her own breasts viciously, tweaking her own nipples when Laura's mouth was not devouring them.

Now Laura embraced her face to face, kissing her lovely, passion-contorted face, stroking her flowing pussy with one hand, murmuring promises.

"I'm going to do it," Laura whispered, tantalizing the delicious girl. "I'm going to do you now, and do you hard. Are you ready? Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want to come? Do you want me to fuck you hard?"

"Oh yes! Ungghhh! Yes! Yes!"

Barbara's eyes were streaked with sexual fire as she begged Laura. Her body was quivering with unbearable need. She had never been more desireable, and Laura didn't want it to end. She scooped up one of Barbara's delectable breasts in her hand and nearly swallowed the black, bursting nipple, sending Barbara into a delirium of near-climaxing.

"Oh god . . . yes, I'm going to come!" Barbara whimpered.

And Laura knew it was true. There was no further time to spend on wonderful caresses. Barbara would explode if Laura even breathed on her pussy.

Laura slipped down between the girl's firm, glossy thighs and pressed her mouth to Barbara's streaming cunt, sucking and tongue- fucking it wildly, and Barbara spilled over quickly in a violent orgasm. This climax was so deep and wrenching that at first it knocked the breath from her, so that she couldn't cry out, or moan, or scream. Laura had never seen her come so hard.

Barbara's body tensed, arching, clenching frantically, her face torn with ecstacy, her cries strangled deep in her chest. Finally they broke forth, and she quickly turned her head aside into a pillow to muffle them.

"Auungghhhiiieeeee!" she cried out. "Ungghh . . . ohnngghh! Oh god Laura . . . anngghiieee! Ummnnggghhh! Oh shit! Oh! Oh!"

She shuddered in the grip of this fierce orgasm for a full thirty seconds, then collapsed, gasping, mewling incoherently. But Laura was not finished. Now she began to fuck Barbara harder, stroking Barbara's wet pussy with one hand and squeezing her breasts with the other one, sucking Barbara's nipples and hand-fucking her until Barbara was suddenly coming again, moaning through another wrenching, clenching orgasm.

While she was still groaning and flexing, Laura turned her over, sliding one hand under Barbara's flat tummy and down to her buttery pussy, and the other into the crack of her beautiful upraised ass. Before Barbara knew what was happening, Laura had slipped two fingers up into her ass and was hand-fucking her pussy and asshole at same time.

In only a few more seconds, Barbara exploded in a third orgasm, almost gagging on an uprush of sharp sensations, coming sharply, whinnying and mewling deliriously as the shock waves of searing pleasure shook her body.

Finally, after three or four minutes of almost constant coming, Barbara's body went slack, and Laura disentangled herself from the panting, exhausted girl. Barbara turned and looked up at her, her eyes red and glazed with the aftershocks of two killing orgasms.

"I always said you were good," she smiled wanly. "Girl, nobody ever fucked me like that. Not even the one guy I ever let touch me. What got into you, anyway."

Laura looked hard at her from under heavy lids, her own eyes smoking, murky with lust and naked hunger. "You just forget," she murmured. "I have fucked you like that before. You bring out the hunger in me."

"Mmmmm, you sure bring it out in me," Barbara said, sitting up and pulling Laura down underneath her, brushing her naked breasts against Laura's.

"I think you want it back as hard as you gave it," Barbara whispered, her eyes suddenly filling with lust and menace.

"Yes!"

They both looked down at their breasts and nipples rubbing together. Then Barbara began to caress and kiss and suck Laura's breasts and nipples. She swirled her tongue around one of Laura's wet, shiny nipples, bunching up Laura's breast in both hands into a taut cone and then teasing the bursting nipple with her tongue and teeth.

"You know, that model who looks like you, Stephanie Seymour, she got her boobs pumped up. Did you know that?"

"No . . . I didn't," Laura gasped, watching her nipple disappear into Barbara's mouth, wincing excitedly as Barbara's teeth clamped it gently, then more firmly.

"Don't know why she'd want to do a thing like that. I've never seen hers, of course, but they must look a lot like yours, and yours are perfect the way they are."

"Thank you. Oh . . . god, that feels good! Unhhh!"

"She doesn't have anything on you. I'll bet yours are prettier than hers, now."

"Admit it," Laura dared her. "If you met Stephanie Seymour, you'd try to get her into bed."

"Shoot, who wouldn't? Wouldn't you?"

"She's not my type. Oh! Oh yes . . . do it harder! Unghh!"

"Mmmmm, I'm your type, right?"

"Yes! Oh god . . . Barbara, oh . . . oh!"

Barbara proceeded to fuck Laura so thoroughly during the next half hour that soon there was nothing to do but turn to the next stage. Laura came six times, each climax more wrenching than the last, until she was almost a wreck, her slack body blasted and scorched with ecstacy.

She surfaced from her groggy stupor of sexual gluttony to find Barbara tying her to the bed.

"What . . . are you doing?" she asked, coming out of a trance.

"Girl, I just warmed you up," Barbara smiled. "Now, hon', you gon' come so hard you may need a doctor to revive you."

"Oh god, Barbara, I . . . don't know if I can take any more."

Just that day alone Laura had climaxed in Rhonda Reardon's office with Barbara, then six or seven times with Jonelle, and now six more times with Barbara again. She knew she had in the past come many more times than that on occasion, but right now she wondered if her body could possibly squeeze out another orgasm after the stupendous ones she had already experienced.

But Barbara made sure of it. She was a practiced tease- fucker, and now she spent the next twenty minutes bringing Laura back to a fever pitch of lust. Finally, Laura was begging for the gag, knowing she would not be able to restrain her cries.

"Oh no, I like to hear you moan," Barbara said, bending low over Laura, who was on her stomach, and dangling her breasts across Laura's naked back, letting Laura feel her large nipples trailing down her shoulderblades to the dimples above her ass. "I like to hear you moan and cry and come."

"Oh Jesus . . . Barbara please!" Laura whimpered. "Your neighbors will think you're killing me."

"They won't hear a thing, girl. I had this room sound- proofed. You can scream your head off."

And somehow Laura knew she would. Already Barbara was tongue- tickling the tiny, pinched-closed ring of Laura's asshole, and that could only mean one thing. Laura's whole body clenched and shivered in wild, thrilling anticipation.

Barbara was a great believer in preparation, and in no hurry. For the next fifteen minutes she played with Laura's ass, kneading and squeezing and pinching the smooth round moons, kissing and biting them, teasing Laura's asshole. Then she took a small bottle of baby oil from the bedstand and lubricated her fingers with it. Now she opened up Laura's rectum with her fingers, gently, patiently, fucking Laura's ass in a slow, simmering rhythm, until Laura was moaning constantly and swirling her hips harmoniously with each penetration.

"Oh god, girl, you're killing me," she groaned hoarsely into the rumpled sheet, her body on fire, her ass throbbing and yet hungry for more, a deeper, rougher, more vigorous rape, which she knew she would get, but only when Barbara was ready.

After several minutes of this, Barbara went for her purse, which was hanging from the doorknob, and returned with the vibrator, and its attachments. She was very quick with it, and no more than twenty-five seconds had elapsed before Laura felt the prickled rubber ball on the tip of it invading her. Barbara stuffed a pillow hastily under Laura's hips, raising them off the sheet, and then began assaulting Laura's pussy with her mouth while jamming the frantically-vibrating studded ball into Laura's ass at the same time.

Laura had known what was coming, and nevertheless was unprepared for her reaction. In only a few seconds her body exploded in searing strings of orgasms, fierce, wrenching shocks that knocked the breath out of her. It felt like a roiling bomb of ecstacy had exploded inside her ass, spraying fire throughout her writhing, straining body, while Barbara's mouth continued to leech hot spasms of coming out of her flooding pussy.

"Aunnngghhh!" she cried out. "Ohnngg! Unnghhnngghiieeee! Oh god unngghmmnnniieeee! Aunnngg! Unhg! Oh! Unh! Ungh!"

It seemed endless, her body clenching, coming in relentless, throbbing seizures, then collapsing, only to be reanimated by another fierce, shattering climax. After a couple of minutes of this sweet, violent torture, Barbara eased the vibrator back out of Laura's ass, and Laura dissolved into the sheets, gasping and sobbing as the sexual tension drained from her body.

Minutes passed before she could speak. Barbara had untied her hands and feet by that time, and was rubbing her down with a soft, fluffy towel. Laura was coated with sweat, her ass still throbbing wildly, but so weak she could barely lift an arm.

Barbara rolled her onto her back and began toweling off her breasts, then caressing them with careful tenderness, and kissing them.

"I hope you don't think you can make it up to me that way," Laura whispered hoarsely, feeling her shattered body, even through her fatigue and satiety, begin to awaken sexually again.

Barbara smiled a lazy, sensual smile. "I'm doing it because I can't keep my mouth off them. And I like the salty taste of the sweat on your nipples."

She sucked both of Laura's nipples, and Laura began to want it again, in spite of the violent, almost constant coming she had just experienced.

"You know," Barbara said softly, "I've had a lot of beautiful girls, white girls, in my bed. Right here. Makin' 'em moan, like I made you moan. But none of them were as beautiful as you are, Laura. Not a one."

Laura opened her arms, gathering Barbara in. They kissed with more emotion than they had ever shared, a long, searching kiss that turned into a scorcher by the time they finished.

"I want to fuck you with my pussy," Laura whispered in her delicious dark ear, following the words with her tongue.

"I'm all yours," Barbara smiled, pliant and supple as Laura began to intertwine their legs.

They both instinctively held their breath as their wet, open pussies came together, always a thrill that sent a jolt of electricity through Laura. And she could feel it going through Barbara too, and see it reflected in Barbara's face.

"Oh!" Barbara gasped. "Oh god . . . that feels good!"

They gazed deep into each other's eyes and began slowly to move their groins, feeling their wet, warm pussy lips slide together. The sensations were exquisite, and both wanted to go slowly, but the excitement got the better of them. Laura had meant what she'd said, she wanted to fuck Barbara, and before long instead of both girls lying flat on the bed, Barbara was on her back and Laura was leaning up over her, jamming her groin into Barbara's, grinding their cunts together, fucking her hard.

And Barbara surrendered completely to the rape. Moaning and twisting sensually under Laura, she gyrated her hips and pushed up, groaning each time Laura's cunt mashed into hers, biting her lower lip and gasping, her small, perfect breasts shaking, large black nipples gleaming, as Laura's sharp thrusting shook her body.

"Oh Jesus . . . oh shit . . . unggh! Oh! Unghh!" she grunted softly. "Fuck me harder, Laura . . . oh ungghh yes! Ohnng! I'm . . . I, oh yes, oh yes, now . . . hard girl hard! Ungghh!"

Laura held tightly to one of Barbara's long, shapely legs and mashed their two hot cunts together violently, squirming her groin into the girl's as they both began to come at almost the same instant. Barbara stiffened, flexed, then began to come in fierce spasms.

"Unnghhhh!" she groaned, her face contorted in a sharp grimace of ecstacy. "Oh! Auungghhiieeee! Ungghh! Oh!"

Her body undulated as the shock waves ripped through her, and Laura, coming now herself, slid her hands down Barbara's flexing thigh, digging her fingers into the springy hard flesh and jamming her wet, squinchy pussy even harder into Barbara's. She too came in shocking jolts, feeling her pussy almost welded to the wet, slippery lips of Barbara's cunt, feeling it boil over with sweet fury, her body shuddering in waves of rapture.

It was a long time before they unwrapped their legs from one another and embraced face to face again. They were both exhausted and slept for a while, then awoke for another torrid hour of fucking before Laura finally dressed and left. Barbara kissed her at the door, a long, lingering, emotional kiss. Laura realized they had reached each other's feelings this time more than ever before. Their relationship was changing, becoming more than just highly charged sex.

But it was still that, too.

"Nobody can fuck like you, Laura," Barbara whispered against Laura's lips. "I ought to lock you in the closet."

"You don't have to," Laura smiled. "You only have to pick up the phone."