ter 56
After this typical scorcher with Karen, Laura's body felt sore
for days. She had gone through the wringer with both Barbara and
Karen, and hadn't thought of Jonelle for days. Maybe I'm starting
to get over her, she thought. Then she felt a twinge, a sharp
pain, deep in her chest, and she knew it wasn't true.
Still, at work she couldn't keep her eyes off the beautiful
Cecilia, whose bright, cheerful personality made her even more
attractive. By now Laura was very skillful at insinuating herself
into a coveted woman's life, as a mere friend, no threat, certainly
not a sexual one, since such a thought would be so bizzare.
She had lunch with the girl now and then, getting to know her.
It was perhaps a bad tactic, because she quickly developed a
physical hunger for Cecilia that verged on the obsessive. And it
was made worse by the fact that all Cecilia did was rattle on about
her boyfriend.
At night, to make herself not think about Jonelle, Laura would
think about Cecilia. He's fucking her, her boyfriend is fucking her
right now, she would think. She would imagine him doing it. She
would imagine him taking off her clothes, exposing that smooth,
polished ebony skin, and then Laura would see herself in his place,
which was not difficult since she had never seen him.
She tried to imagine Cecilia's breasts as her white bra cups
slid away from them. She tried to see the thick, puffy, gleaming
black nipples. She tried to see the rapture on Cecilia's beautiful
face as she, Laura, took one plump nipple into her mouth.
She imagined Cecilia's naked black body writhing as she
carefully tongued the girl's long, glistening red pussy. In her
fantasy she also saw Cecilia's boyfriend's long, thick black cock
sliding in and out of it. And she saw Cecilia's face as she came,
seized with ecstacy, sublimely beautiful, contorted in a grimace of
nearly unbearable pleasure.
Usually by this time, Laura was touching herself, making
herself come, trying to do it quickly, to get it over with, half-
embarrassed by her need to do it. Soon she decided that she had to
quit mooning about Cecilia. Seducing her was out of the question.
The girl had no inclinations toward girl-girl sex. She bored Laura
to tears talking about how her boyfriend made love to her until she
quivered with bliss.
Honey, you don't know what bliss is, Laura thought
confidently. If you let me fuck you just once, you'd give him back
his ring.
But she knew it was futile. To get her mind off Cecilia, she
took to masturbating in the bath again, as Karen had taught her,
using the warm, vigorous stream of water from the faucet to make her
explode in violent, whinnying orgasms. And she returned to Lenda
Murray's video.
She was shocked to discover that she had forgotten just how
marvelous Lenda's body was. And Lenda was never really completely
naked in the video. She wore abbreviated and very sexy bikinis.
But it was even more alluring to Laura, who had tasted Lenda's
nipples and Lenda's pussy, and still hungered to see her naked
again.
The best thing about the video was that it lasted nearly an
hour. The cameraman seemed to love Lenda's body as much as Laura
did, for he photograped it lovingly, almost licking her fantastic
legs and thighs with the lens, lingering on the miracle of her back,
caressing the rippling muscles of her stomach. Laura lay back on
her sofa, taking in every detail, remembering how it felt to hold
such a powerful yet vulnerable body as Lenda writhed and shuddered
through fierce, rocking orgasms that left her tearful and awe-
struck.
One evening she made herself come five times while watching
it, rewinding it to the most delicious parts, especially relishing
one part in which Lenda demonstrated the exercises she used to build
up her phenomenal thighs. Laura had nearly died of coming while
having one of those thighs jammed into her flaming wet pussy, and
had done it over and over, begging Lenda to fuck her that way. Now,
looking at them, she could nearly melt.
To imitate the feeling, she tried using a hard pillow between
her thighs, and though she came, it didn't come close to being the
same. Her body ached for Lenda, her heart ached for Jonelle, and
she realized that intense, scarifying bouts of sex with Barbara and
Karen had not been enough to make the pain go away. Then, one
evening, just as she was wondering how she would ever make it stop,
she got an unexpected phone call from Lenda Murray.
"Oh god," she said. "Where are you? I didn't think you'd
ever call again."
"I didn't either," Lenda said, softly, her reluctance very
apparent. "I . . . couldn't help it."
"Where are you?"
"I'm . . . actually, I'm here. I'm staying in a hotel. I
thought I would have enough self-control to come here and not call
you . . . but I didn't."
"I'm dying to see you."
"Laura . . . could we meet some place in public? Like, you
know, where we won't be tempted? I just want to see you so badly."
"Oh Lenda, of course."
They met at a coffee shop Laura knew that was a few blocks
away from Lenda's hotel. Lenda looked spectacular, as always. She
wore form-fitting clothes, to show off the masterpiece of her body,
and she got the kind of attention she deserved. She saw Laura
watching the way men looked at her.
"Everybody wants to fuck Ms. Olympia, right?" Laura whispered
in her ear. "You told me that once."
Lenda winked at her. "I'll bet you still do too."
"I'd sell my soul to the devil," Laura half-grinned back.
They found a quiet corner.
There was now a wedding ring on Lenda's hand, in addition to
the first ring. Laura's heart sank.
"You did it, eh?" she said, wanly.
"Yes. I did it." Lenda crinkled her beautiful nose. "I'm a
bride. Do I look like a bride?"
"Why don't you twist the dagger harder?"
"Oh Laura, you aren't jealous. You can't be." Lenda took
Laura's hand. Her dark eyes burned into Laura's. "Nothing could
ever be like you. Nothing."
"I've been missing you," Laura said, changing the subject.
Lenda looked sad, even haunted. "I miss you every day." She
abruptly lowered her voice to a whisper. "Every time he and I . . .
you know, make love . . . I miss you."
Laura smiled, again wanly.
"I don't trust myself alone with you," Lenda confessed.
"I won't rape you," Laura grinned.
"But I'd want you to."
"Why fight it?"
"It was terrible, what we did."
Laura nodded. "I know. You came hard, though."
"I've never had an experience like that one. Before or since.
I never knew that could happen. It's scary."
"I think I'm going to have to go. This conversation is making
me hurt. I hurt with desire for you. I'm wet. I'm throbbing with
need for you."
Lenda's eyes glistened. She grew tense, nervous, squirming in
her chair. "I feel that way too."
Laura gave her a lingering look, full of deep longing. "Come
to my place? Just for a little while? I promise to be good."
"You're always good."
"No . . . I mean to behave. Nothing kinky."
Lenda looked away, eyes glistening even more now. "How can I
do it? I can't do it, I promised myself."
Now Laura took her hand. "I understand."
They were silent, sipping coffee, looking uncomfortably around
them. Then they talked for a while about little things. Lenda's
new husband was not a body builder. He was nice, good-looking, had
a good job, wanted kids. She came only rarely when he . . . made
love to her.
"Why do you call it that?" Laura asked.
"I've always been taught to call it that," Lenda smiled.
"What was what you and I did?"
"Just fucking," Lenda said, under her breath. "Just hot,
deliriously exciting, unbelievable fucking. You're making me
blush."
Again Laura covered one of Lenda's hands with hers. "Let's go
somewhere," she whispered. "We can't deprive ourselves this way.
It's love between us too, you know. Not just fucking."
Now two big tears rolled from Lenda's eyes and down her
cheeks. "I know."
"We can go to your hotel. You don't have to come to my
place." Laura smiled. "Anyway, it's closer."
Lenda smiled and giggled through her tears. "We better hurry
before I start stripping right here and begging you."
In Lenda's hotel room, the atmosphere became smoky as soon as
they closed and locked the door. Lenda was wearing a thin yellow
backless blouse that tied around her neck, showing off the
incredible rippling and smooth and glossy beauty of her back. Laura
was kissing and caressing it before Lenda had even fastened the bolt
on the door.
"Ohhhhnnn, pretty white lady, you makin' me quiver," Lenda
sighed, lapsing immediately into the affectionate chatter she had
often used intimately with Laura.
She turned and they kissed, a very long, romantic, rediscovery
kiss. Then Laura very slowly untied the knot behind Lenda's neck
and let the blouse fall away. Lenda had two soft rubber cones over
her hard little breasts.
"How do these things stay on?" Laura asked, kissing her
shoulder and neck.
"Tape. Take them off gently."
"You mean you go through this just to expose that gorgeous
back?"
"Il faut souffrir etre belle," Lenda said, wincing slightly as
Laura peeled one cone away from its delicious contents.
"Mmmmm, gorgeous, has muscles, speaks French too," Laura
murmured, taking Lenda's thick black nipple and then the whole small
breast into her mouth.
"Ahhh!" Lenda gasped. "Oh . . . oh god oh Laura," she panted
softly.
"Come over to the bed," Laura whispered.
"Pretty white lady, you gon' fuck me?" Lenda teased softly.
"You look funny with one cone on and one cone off."
Lenda kissed her, fervently, expressing all her longing and
desire for Laura in the kiss. "You know how to correct that," she
breathed.
Laura smiled and peeled off the other cone, sucking that whole
breast into her mouth too. She couldn't get enough of Lenda's
small, delicious breasts, sucking each one deep into her mouth, one
after the other, until Lenda was whimpering softly, uncontrollably.
"God, I love it when you do that," she panted. "Everyone else
is so . . . delicate. But you, Laura, you really do it to me."
"Everybody else?" Laura grinned as she kissed her way down
Lenda's incredible, hard, rippling stomach and began to unbutton her
skirt.
Lenda helped, until she was naked. But before Laura could
continue, Lenda's hands came up under her sweater, cupping her
breasts through her bra, squeezing, while her wet, snaky tongue
slipped into Laura's mouth.
"I want your body too," she murmured, pulling Laura's sweater
over her head.
Laura slipped out of her skirt and panties while Lenda
unclasped her bra, filling her hands with Laura's perfect breasts,
then devouring them as passionately as Laura had devoured hers. Now
they were writhing naked together on the bed, almost unable to
control their need for one another, and their delirious happiness at
being back together, when both had thought this would never happen
again.
They kissed hungrily, panting and talking through their
kisses.
"Oh god, I knew it would be like this," Lenda panted. "I hate
you for making me feel this way."
"I want to fuck you and fuck you and make you so sorry you
ever got married," Laura panted back, slipping down between Lenda's
magnificent, bulging, hard thighs and slithering her tongue up into
Lenda's glistening pink pussy.
"Oh! Anngggghh!" Lenda gasped, her body clenching as a fierce
charge of sexual excitement gripped her.
Both of them were consumed by urgent, feverish hunger, and yet
Laura was determined after last time to show Lenda that she could be
tender and skillful as well as brutal and perverted. She slid her
hands under Lenda's incredible hard round buns and began to make
love to the girl's pussy with her tongue.
She went slowly, taking five agonizing minutes to bring Lenda
to a state of uncontrollable need. The beautiful girl's muscular
body was a masterpiece of clenching, straining, rippling, gorgeous,
gleaming dark brown flesh as Laura coaxed her closer and closer to a
rapturous climax.
"Oh god, Laura . . . oh god . . . please! Oh please!" she
whimpered, twisting, pumping with her hips, churning her pelvis,
quivering and shuddering helplessly as she approached a killer
orgasm.
When Laura finally let it arrive, she curled her tongue around
Lenda's erect clitoris and flicked it into a fierce seizure of
ecstacy. Lenda arched, shuddered, and exploded in a wild,
convulsive fit of coming.
"Auungghh! Oh! Oh god Laura oh god yes! Auungghhiieee!
Ohnnggmmnnggg!" she moaned, her cries quickly stifled by Laura's
hand over her mouth.
Arching her incredible back and tightening her fantastic
muscles, she came in torrents. Finally it was over, and Laura held
her while she caught her breath, which took about a minute.
"Pretty white lady," she gasped softly, still looking dazed
and stunned, "you really do know how to make this little girl come
hard and hard." She kissed Laura with slow, sensual gratitude. "I
told you I hate you for this."
"You love me for this."
Lenda smiled warmly. "I know."
And truly it was more like love than ever before between them.
Lenda began to caress Laura in the same slow, sensitive way, as if
to show Laura that she too was more than she had been, more than
merely "The Thigh" that made Laura whimper and die of ecstacy. She
sucked Laura's nipples with excruciating tenderness, bringing Laura
to a wild pitch of need without ever once doing it hard.
Then she licked Laura's flowing pussy the same way, gently,
patiently, as Laura had made love to hers, finally bringing Laura to
a huge, blossoming, throbbing orgasm that made her body swell and
burst with rapture.
The turned off the lights and lay coiled together in the dark,
talking softly.
"I thought you'd be trying to fuck the daylights out of me,
after all this time," Lenda murmured.
"We're not going anywhere, are we?" Laura said, in a bemused
voice.
"You mean, you are? You know, you made me come twenty-seven
times once."
"You even remember the number?"
"Darling, you may be used to that. But for a little black
girl who never came more than twice at the same time, twenty-seven
is not a number you forget."
"Want to try for twenty-eight?"
Lenda kissed her warmly. "You know, I'm in pretty good
shape."
"You're telling me."
"No, I mean stamina. But after that time, I thought I would
have to check into the hospital. The great thing about men is, they
fuck you once, maybe twice, then they go to sleep, leave you alone."
"Not me, though."
"No," Lenda grinned. "Not you. With you it's one killer
climax after another."
Laura had dropped her hand to Lenda's delicious pussy while
they were talking, and she easily had Lenda panting and squirming in
seconds. "Do you want me to stop? Do you want me to stop at one?"
she teased.
"Ohhh," Lenda moaned, churning her hips. "Pretty white lady,
you a sex maniac," she said, wide-eyed.
"I want to devour your fantastic body," Laura purred, doing
just that, turning Lenda over onto her stomach.
This time she gave her the works, kissing and rubbing Lenda's
amazing muscled back, then stroking and squeezing her spectacular
ass, digging her fingers into the hard black buns before invading
the dark secret crack between them with her tongue.
"Ooooohhh oh god ohhhh!" Lenda sighed, squirming excitedly.
"I forgot you like to fuck every single part of me."
"Mmmmm, and eat you alive," Laura purred. "Your husband may
have a cock, but he can't do what I can do for you."
"Can't even come close," Lenda panted, lifting her body
obediently so that Laura could slide a pillow under her stomach,
elevating her ass and inflamed red pussy.
And now Laura went for the feast, tonguing and sucking the
red, glistening meat of Lenda's black-lipped pussy, insinuating her
tongue up to tickle the tightly-shut ring of Lenda's asshole,
invading it with the tip of her tongue, bringing wild shivers and
moans from Lenda.
"Oh! Oh! Oh god . . . Laura, oh honey, oh god I can't
believe what you do to me! Please, do it, fuck me, do it quick!"
But Laura was not about to deliver until she was ready
herself. With her fingers she opened Lenda's asshole until she
could get her tongue into it, then tongue-fucked it until Lenda was
quivering with need, moaning and twisting. Now Laura hand-fucked
Lenda's oozing pussy at the same time, scissoring her clit and
sliding two fingers up into the warm, slimy trench.
Lenda was out of her mind, writhing and squirming, rolling her
face over into the bedcovers to keep from crying out. When Laura
knew the girl was on the verge of a fierce orgasm, she suddenly
ratcheted up the passion, driving her tongue into Lenda's rectum and
hand-raping her pussy at the same time. Lenda erupted in a seizure
of coming.
"Aoownyyyuungghh!" she groaned into the sheet, her powerful
body flipping and jerking as sharp spasms of ecstacy wrenched her.
"Oh! Ungghhh! Oh . . . Laur--, ungghh! Auugnnhhhh! Oh god!"
After another long orgasm, she collapsed, with Laura still
swarming over her pliant, gleaming black body, licking her beautiful
muscles and sucking her nipples, keeping Lenda going, bringing her
back up, sliding between her thighs and sucking her clit, squeezing
her hard asscheeks, until Lenda was whimpering, then moaning, then
sobbing again through another fierce climax, and yet another.
Finally, completely wrung out from violent coming, she lay
back into the pillows, looking with dazed awe at Laura.
"I'm going to have to take you to my place and gag you if you
keep screaming like that," Laura smiled, winking. "You'll have the
hotel detectives here soon, thinking you're being murdered."
Lenda beamed. "You promise? Can we go there now?"
"Only kidding," Laura said, kissing her. "You know what
happened last time."
"I even dreamed about it," Lenda said, her voice husky and
throbbing with sex as she began to caress Laura again, squeezing
Laura's beautiful naked breasts, feeding one of Laura's nipples into
her mouth.
Laura was aroused from fucking Lenda, and she quickly grew
uncontrollably excited. She held Lenda's head between her hands,
looking down at her nipple inside Lenda's sensual mouth.
"Do it harder," she begged. "Harder, bite it. Unhh! Oh!"
But instead of complying, Lenda let Laura's tingling,
throbbing nipple slide slowly out of her mouth, looking up at Laura
as she held the stiff center in her lips before releasing it. Then
she took one of Laura's hands and ran it suggestively along the
phenomenally hard, shapely muscle of her thigh, the thigh that had
made Laura nearly die of coming more than once.
"I won't give you what you want unless you take me home,
pretty white lady," she said under her breath, her eyes smoking with
hot lust. "We be makin' an awful commotion here." She paused, her
dark, shiny eyes throbbing with promise. Then she looked down at
Laura's hand on her glossy thigh. "Don't you want to feel it,
pretty white lady?"
"Oh god, Lenda," Laura gulped. "We said we wouldn't."
"I don't remember saying that."
"You said it was terrible, what we did."
Lenda nodded slowly. "It was. I can't forget it."
"We shouldn't," Laura said in a hushed voice, feeling her will
crumbling. She knew Lenda's had already crumbled.
Lenda flexed her thigh under Laura's fingers. The hard muscle
reared and strained. "Do you want it?" she asked.
"God, yes."