[Barbara]

 

 

Laura spent the next three days alternately sleeping and agonizing over her loss of Sholandra, and what it might imply about her deepest needs. God, I really am a slut, she thought. Sholandra was right.

But I love her! I love Jonelle. I loved Rina, so hard. I even sort of love Yvette. The darling. Thinking of her makes me tingle. She's so wild. And of course, my feelings for Karen run very deep. It might not be love, but in a way it's deeper than love. And Brandi. All of them!

Yet she remembered how she had felt, even still felt, at the thought of Yvette in bed with Rhonda Reardon. It made her gnash her teeth. It made her gut roil and flame. So she knew how Sholandra felt.

What is it about me? she wondered. I can't bear to share them, but I want them all for myself? I don't want her to be upset if I fuck Camille, but I sure don't want her to fuck Camille herself. It's sick.

She went nearly a week without any sex at all, but she knew it was mostly through accident, since no opportunity presented itself. Sholandra avoided her like the plague, and Yvette was out of town. This left Barbara, at work, and by week's end Barbara, as if she could smell her chances, had found Laura. She stopped Laura in the hallway, looking wonderful in a long skirt that showed off her very narrow waist and the beautiful shape of her ass.

For Laura it was hard, when she saw a woman like Barbara, to forget how many moments of heart-stopping ecstacy she had spent in her bed, in her arms, with Barbara's tongue in her cunt. And because of their history together, Barbara's eyes glinted with meanings, all of them exciting.

"You look tired," Barbara said. "You could probably use a massage."

"From you?" Laura took the bait.

"I've got a special on a massage that'll turn you inside out and make you beg for mercy, girl," Barbara smiled.

"I . . . can't resist," Laura said, feeling the breath momentarily leave her body as she anticipated it.

"Why don't you drop by my place after work? I'll cook."

Barbara smiled suggestively.

"I bet you will," Laura whispered flirtatiously. "See you then."

She could hardly control her sexual excitement throughout the afternoon. All thoughts of Sholandra and Camille left her, and she found herself recalling every time she and Barbara had been together. She knew that this evening would not be a tea party.

And it wasn't. The kind of shame, guilt, and remorse that usually drove her to Karen when something happened like this contretemps with Sholandra now had made her accept Barbara's invitation in the full knowledge that both of them would be very sore by morning. But nothing could hold her back.

Barbara greeted her at the door wearing shorts and a loose- fitting man's white shirt, with the three top buttons undone. She looked so fetching that Laura could barely keep her hands off her as they traded flirtatious pleasantries. She knew Barbara thought she had skinny legs, because she had told Laura that in the past.

But Laura thought they were marvelous. They were long and thin, but beautifully shaped, and black, and sleek. Laura wanted to run her hands all over them. She couldn't take her eyes off them.

"Why you be looking at my legs that way?" Barbara asked, eyes twinkling. "Look like you want to lick them or something."

"You mind reader," Laura smiled.

"You're sick, girl. Wanting to lick these skinny old legs?"

Laura grabbed her in a mock wrestling hold. "Yes, I do. I want to lick every part of you."

"Oooohhh . . . every part?"

Now Laura turned her around so that they were facing, and they kissed. She and Barbara had not really kissed for a couple of months, and they took it slowly, knowing what was in store, not wanting to rush it. Laura unbuttoned the rest of the buttons on Barbara's man's shirt while they were kissing.

Now she could get her lips on the rest of Barbara, her smooth neck, her gleaming shoulders. As usual, Barbara wore wonderfully sexy underwear, Victoria's Secret type underwear, gauzy and abbreviated. She wore a champagne-colored bra that dipped deeply between her small, perfect breasts, and Laura's lips followed the dip.

While she was kissing the dark swelling globes on each side of the valley, she noticed the bra clasp and with her fingers unclasped it, pulling the cups to each side. Barbara's breasts were exquisite, two small, firm, perfectly shaped pears with puffy black nipples. Laura cradled them in her palms and sucked one nipple deep into her warm, wet mouth.

Barbara held Laura's head in both hands, looking down at Laura's lips on her breast, until the sensations made her moan and close her eyes. Laura did not stop until both of Barbara's nipples were rubbery and erect, wet with her saliva, pointing, and Barbara was panting excitedly.

But at this point, Barbara pulled Laura's face up to hers, giving Laura a scorching kiss. "Not until I have you first," she said, her dark eyes blazing with lust. "It's my apartment."

She began to undress Laura, then pulled her over to the sofa and began devouring Laura's naked body. Laura was usually the one to be doing this, sometimes bringing one of her beautiful lovers to a sharp orgasm before even undressing herself. But Barbara was different.

"Those other girls of yours are amateurs, girl," she murmured to Laura, kissing her body, sucking Laura's nipples voraciously. "You have to come to Barbara to get what you really need."

"Ohhh yes!" Laura whimpered.

"Mmmm, and you're all wet for me, aren't you," Barbara whispered, now crouching between Laura's yawning thighs. "You're all wet for Barbara. You must want me to fuck you hard, right?"

"Ohhh . . . yes!" Laura groaned, gasping as she felt Barbara's tongue invade her pussy.

But Barbara teased her, knowing how aroused Laura was. Tickling Laura's clit with the tip of her tongue, she slipped one long finger into Laura's wet pussy and probed Laura until Laura's hips were churning, her pelvis shaking frantically.

"Oh god . . . honey, do it hard, yes, do it hard, yes yes!" Laura panted.

"You're so beautiful when you get all excited like this," Barbara purred, still fingering Laura's pussy while she kissed her way back up Laura's midriff to her breasts. "You don't expect me to finish you so quickly, do you?"

"Ahhnnn!" Laura moaned as Barbara's lips fastened again on one of her nipples, nearly swallowing it.

Barbara sucked her and kissed her, pressing her long, smooth, naked body against Laura's while continuing to toy with Laura's hot, oozing pussy with two fingers. Laura was not used to being teased. Barbara was right: except for Karen, all Laura's other lovers were amateurs. Sometimes they were inspired, but none had perfected the skills of passion-torture like Barbara and Karen.

Before long, Barbara had Laura begging her. Laura shook and panted uncontrollably, her nipples throbbing under Barbara's clever lips, her hips churning wildly.

"Oh god, fuck me, honey, please, fuck me," she panted to Barbara. "Make me come! Oh . . . please! Please, Barbara!"

"Oh girl . . . I will, I will," Barbara cooed, soothingly, as she slipped down again between Laura's tawny thighs. "I'm going to lick this pretty pink pussy till it explodes."

"Ohhhh . . . please!" Laura moaned.

And Barbara was as good as her word, though experienced enough to provide an extra twist. She slipped her forefinger, already well-lubricated with Laura's copious juices, out of Laura's flowing pussy and immediately up between Laura's buns, sliding it into Laura's ass. Tears of surprise and shock squirted from Laura's eyes.

"Anngghh!" she groaned, wincing.

But just an instant later, Barbara's sensual lips found her clit, sucking it sharply as her finger drilled into Laura's anus. For about twenty seconds it was one of the most intense, blistering fuck Laura had ever received. Barbara held nothing back now, raping Laura's ass and devouring Laura's clit, and Laura came quickly in shocking, wrenching jolts. Her body shuddered as spasm after intense spasm rolled through her.

"Unngghhmmnnggiieeee!" she cried out. "Auuggnnnhh! Oh! Oh! Mnnnggeee!"

Afterward, she lay sprawled and panting across Barbara's sofa, dazed and shocked by the power of her orgasm, smiling wryly as Barbara slowly kissed her way back up Laura's body to her lips.

"Your hospitality is unmatched, Barbara," she whispered against Barbara's sensual, moving mouth, nipping Barbara's tongue with her teeth.

Her hands came up to Barbara's dangling naked breasts and squeezed them, pinching the thick nipples with her thumbs and forefingers. She could sense how wildly aroused Barbara was, how excited fucking Laura made her. Instead of insisting they now go into the bedroom, she pulled Barbara down on top of her and began to fuck her immediately.

Barbara's sinuous naked body coiled around Laura as Laura caressed her, turning her gently, then more deliberately, until she was on her side, and Laura's mouth could reach her breasts. She sucked the black, shiny nipples until they were erect and then began to tease them with her teeth, bringing hot whimpers of delight from Barbara's throat.

"Unhh . . . oh oh Laura! Unhh . . . unhhh . . . oh! Oh yes!" she panted, watching her wet, excited nipples disappear into Laura's mouth, then biting her full lower lip as Laura's teeth caught each nipple on its way out.

"Oh . . . you're so wet," Laura purred, feeling Barbara's warm pussy juices all over her fingers. "I want it, I want to taste it, you have such a beautiful pussy," she said, slipping down between Barbara's thighs.

And Barbara actually did have one of the most beautifully- shaped pussies of any Laura had kissed. It was long and sinuous, like her body, a dark-edged parabola with a glistening magenta center. Laura slithered her tongue into her, feeling Barbara's body tense and flex as sharp pleasure shot through her flesh.

Again it was quick, since Barbara was already primed and her reactions hair-trigger. Laura slid her hands under the girl's marvelous, firm, round buns, lifting the gorgeous runny pussy to her mouth, and feasted for only a few seconds before Barbara was moaning and twisting through a long, undulating orgasm.

"Auungghh! Ohhn! Ungghhauugghhnnnnn!" she groaned, her lovely lean body clenching as the spasms gripped her. "Oh god . . . Laura! Oh Laura! Ungghhh!"

She groaned so loudly and so long that neither one heard the doorbell ringing until Barbara's moans subsided into soft panting, and she grinned at Laura with her glazed eyes. Then they both heard it.

"Oh shit," Barbara said. "Who can that be?"

"Whoever it is, they probably got an earful," Laura grinned sheepishly.

"I guess so. I haven't come like that in months."

Laura slid up and embraced her, kissing her affectionately, feeling her own lust stirring again after making Barbara come so intensely. "Just ignore it. Maybe whoever it is will go away."

They both tried to ignore it. But after ringing for a while, the person began pounding on the door.

"Won't go away," Barbara sighed, getting up and pulling on her pants.

She pulled on her shirt and held it together in front while she opened the door a crack, as far as the chain would allow.

"Rhonda? What the hell are you doing here?" she said.

Oh shit, Laura thought, quickly glancing down at her own clothes on the floor.

Laura could hear Rhonda Reardon's voice from the hall. "Who the fuck is in there with you?"

"None yo' business," Barbara snapped, suddenly getting very 'black'.

Rhonda said something in a low voice that Laura couldn't hear.

"You better be watchin' yo' tongue, Rhonda," Barbara snapped again. "My life is my own! You dig?"

Laura quietly slid off the sofa and began gathering up her clothes. Barbara waved a hand at her, and frowned, as if to tell her not to get dressed. She shook her head at Laura.

"You were coming," Rhonda said. It was half-accusation, half a sort of desperately sad acknowledgement. "I heard you."

Her voice was plaintive. Laura almost felt sorry for her. The fact that someone else had fucked Barbara and made her come clearly cut Rhonda to the quick.

Now Barbara, even though she was angry, would surely have blushed, if she could have. She spoke evenly, precisely.

"I think you need to go home. You been drinking, hon'. Go on home, now. I'll call you tomorrow."

Now Laura could hear Rhonda crying softly. Oh god, she thought, how awful! It's so maudlin, and so pathetic.

"You're a slut, Barbara!" she heard Rhonda say. "You little black slut, you'll give it to any pretty white girl who asks."

Laura blushed herself, and looked down self-consciously. She felt embarrassed for everyone. But Barbara was taut with fury.

"You a bit of a slut yourself," she spat back. "Go home, you nasty drunk white slut. You hear me? Go home! You shouldn't be here."

"I'm sorry . . . I'm sorry," Rhonda blubbered.

Laura went into the kitchen and didn't come out until she heard Barbara close the door. Barbara found her. Laura was still naked, but she held her clothes up in front of her like a shield. Barbara looked at them and grinned.

"You can put those down. Ain't no one here but me."

"That was so awful."

Barbara took Laura's wrist. She drew her out of the kitchen, around the corner, down the short hallway, into the bedroom. Then she took the clothes forcibly out of Laura's hands and pulled down the covers from her bed. Quickly she was again out of her clothes, pulling Laura down to it with her.

"I ain't finished fucking you yet," she murmured into Laura's ear.

"You can stop talking that way now," Laura said. "Unless you want to."

Barbara frenched her ear, still talking. "Sorry." She pinched Laura's bare ass. "I'm not finished fucking you yet, how's that? It was awful, you're right. She was smashed. But I'm not letting you go, Laura. She never made me come like that."

Laura smiled, getting very aroused by what Barbara was doing. "Never?"

"Never," Barbara said flatly.

"Mmmmm, you want me to make you come that way again?"

"Yes."

"What'll you do for me?"

Barbara's smile turned tantalizing and salacious. "Girl, the only question is, how much can you stand?"

"Oh . . . god, it thrills me when you talk like that," Laura said, feigning light mockery but feeling her pulse accelerate and her breath shorten even as she joked.

With both Sholandra and Camille, she had to suppress her kinkier urges, but with Barbara, as with Karen, she had shared some of the roughest sex imaginable. There were no secrets, and no holding back. It was a real relief to her to plunge ahead, knowing that intermingled pain and incredible rapture lay ahead, something that would make her forget both Sholandra and Camille in the white- hot, searing pleasures that always came from fucking with Barbara.

And she was not disappointed. The next hour was a physical ordeal for her, but it was punctuated by a series of nearly unbearable orgasms, culminating in a fiercely exciting rape accompanied by three rocket-launch climaxes that left her sobbing and reeling in their wake.

Again Barbara tied her up, but not elaborately this time, only enough to keep her from fighting back. And then, with infinite patience and skill, she lovingly brought Laura's body to one orgasm after another. She sucked and then bit Laura's sensitive nipples while fucking Laura with her hand. She again licked Laura's pussy until Laura was gagging on a sharp climax. She pressed her own silky wet pussy into Laura's and pumped them both into an hysterical uprush of hot coming. And on and on, until Laura was a jangling, swollen nerve of coming, her body throbbing and aching, her pussy tingling but still horny, ready for whatever might come next.

During all this, Laura realized that Barbara felt about her body, Laura's, the way Laura felt about the bodies of her own lovers, including Barbara. She knew that she worshipped their bodies with total focus and awe at their incredible beauty, and made love to them better than any man or previous lover because of that total reverence for their extraordinary flesh. And she realized as Barbara took infinite pains to ignite these rapturous explosions in her own body that Barbara felt the same about her.

By now Laura was one raw exposed nerve, and now Barbara did drag out more rope from under the bed and begin to tie her up more ruthlessly, wrapping her body in rope, trussing her breasts until they were bulging and discolored, her nipples exploding shiny bulbs, her wet crotch puckered and pinched by the rope strands.

Before fastening the gag in place, Barbara teased her by dangling her own breasts over Laura, brushing Laura's taut, screaming, aching nipples with her own soft black buds, all the while teasing Laura's tongue with her own, until Laura was shaking and moaning uncontrollably.

"Ohhhh god . . . ohnngghhh god Barbara please . . . please fuck me do me please do it now oh please!" she begged.

Barbara smiled. "Mmmmmm, you want the prickly monster up your pretty little ass, don't you Laura?" she teased.

"Oh Jesus . . . yes!" Laura gasped, remembering the torment followed by fierce ecstacy that the prickly rubber dildo had brought her last time.

By now Barbara had Laura's legs parted wide, knees elevated, exposing her blossoming wet cunt and her asscheeks. She crouched between Laura's splayed thighs, holding the fantastic prickly dildo in one hand while she greased it thoroughly with the other. She still had not gagged Laura, who moaned, and twisted almost hysterically in anticipation of this horrific fuck.

"You don't really want me to gag you, do you?" she teased Laura. "Not when you make such exciting sounds. You can control it, can't you? So my neighbors don't have me arrested? Oh Laura, you're so beautiful like this, so vulnerable."

"Unngghh!" Laura groaned as she felt Barbara opening her asscheeks, then felt the greasy knob of the dildo against her tiny, closed rectum. "Oh god! It'll never fit!" she gasped.

"Mmmmmm, Mr. Prickles always fits," Barbara purred to Laura, her own dark eyes glazed with sexual excitement.

She increased the pressure, and the well-lubricated bulb slipped up into Laura's ass before she knew it. She bit her lower lip, groaning as she felt it penetrate her. Barbara pushed it in deep.

"Auunggrrrggh! Ohhngg!" Laura half-grunted, feeling the searing pain spread from her ass throughout her groin. "Oh . . . shit!"

Barbara began fucking her with it and licking her festering, throbbing pussy at the same time, quickly bringing Laura to the bursting point. She groaned and writhed in the tight coils of rope, shuddering and quivering as her body pulsed and swelled toward its inevitable explosion.

"Oh god! Oh god! Ungghhhh! Oh . . . Barbar . . . oh! God, put the gag in, please! Oh god, I'm going to scream!"

"No, baby, no," Barbara purred. "I love to hear you scream." Still fucking Laura's ass with the phenomenal prickly dildo, she slipped up Laura's body for a moment and kissed her face, her mouth, her neck and ears, murmuring hot promises to her. "It makes my own little black pussy flutter when you scream. It makes me want you to fuck me the same way I'm fucking you. Just push your face into this pillow, okay? My neighbors, you know. But I love to hear you scream, Laura."

"Oh! Oh!" Laura gasped, losing it fast.

"And you're going to scream now, girl," Barbara whispered.

She rammed the fiendish dildo into Laura's ass, rotating it roughly for maximum effect, and began feverishly licking and sucking Laura's pussy at the same time. In only a few seconds, Laura came like an ammo dump going up. Her tightly-bound body was lacerated by ecstacy, wrenched and punished by about five ferocious bursts of coming, all one orgasm but bundled into several killing spasms.

She turned her head to the side and screamed fiercely into the pillow, after her breath returned, and Barbara kept fucking her hard until she fell limp back to the bed, moaning softly as each aftershock hit her. She watched, throbbing, through glazed eyes as Barbara quickly untied the knots and unwrapped the rope.

Laura's body was crisscrossed with rope marks, and Barbara spent a long time kissing and caressing them. Then she got some fragrant oil from the bathroom and rubbed them with it, arousing them both so much that they found themselves in the middle of another scorching fuck before they knew it.

And this time, Laura got the upper hand quickly. She didn't bother with the rope but did grab the incredible dildo, Mr. Prickles, as Barbara had called it. Barbara begged to be fucked in the pussy with it, and so Laura complied, but then turned her over and fucked her in the ass as well, until Barbara was groaning in the grip of several overpowering orgasms.

Afterward, Laura wondered if they had fucked one another so mercilessly because of the interruption by Rhonda. But then she rejected the notion since she knew how heatedly they always fucked. This was no different. Sex between her and Barbara was rawer than anything except her sex with Karen, which on occasion had been even worse. Or better, depending on your point of view.

As they lay drowsily together, caressing, after the firestorm, Barbara brought up Rhonda again.

"She hates your guts for nailing that pretty Sholandra Mason," she told Laura.

"What?" Laura said.

Barbara smiled. "Rhonda starts flowing like the Mississippi when that girl walks into the room. You should see it. It's pathetic."

"Makes you jealous, doesn't it," Laura teased.

Barbara pouted. "How would you feel if two of your best friends started mooning around lovesick whenever that cheap little Neegro comes into the room?"

"Now now," Laura said. "There are people you sleep with who make me jealous too. What I want to know is how Rhonda knew I got Sholandra into bed."

Barbara smirked. "Wasn't easy, was it. That little ho thinks her shit doesn't stink."

"Oooohh, you are so nasty," Laura said, hugging Barbara, kissing her, rubbing her own naked body against Barbara's so that the fires they had only doused a few minutes ago began to flame again. "But I love the way you fuck."

She pinned Barbara on her back. Barbara's eyes went all glassy and murky with fresh lust. "I love you too, hon'" she said, softly.

"Tell me how she found out."

"I told her."

"You're mean."

"I know."

"How did you know."

Barbara grinned. "I saw the way you two be lookin' at each other one morning. I know that look. You and I do that look too. That look means we been snacking on each other's snatch."

The sadness in Laura's eyes escaped. Barbara saw it easily. "Not any more," Laura said, looking bleak.

"Why not? What happened?"

Laura showed her the scratches.

"She make those?"

Laura shook her head.

"Oh . . . now I get it. You screwed some hellcat, and Miss Neegro of 1995 found out."

"She just . . . left. Just like that."

"Mmmmmm. More for me," Barbara smiled.

Laura nuzzled her. "You never get enough."

"Not of you I don't, Laura," Barbara said solemnly.

They talked no more of Sholandra or Rhonda. Barbara was jealous, and Laura was sad, and they knew exactly how to make each other forget. Another hour of heated, relentless, unsentimental, and ingenious fucking left them both scoured to the quick, and exhausted. It was midnight when Laura left, but they were both finally, temporarily at least, at peace.