Chapter 21

After they all recovered from this firestorm of orgasms, they went to Karen's bedroom, tore the bedspread off her kingsized bed, and spent the rest of the night fucking. Rina and Laura fucked Karen, then Laura and Karen fucked Rina, then the two black girls fucked Laura again. Finally, they ended up in a circle, each girl with her mouth on another's pussy, closing a circuit of ecstacy that left them shattered and completely drained from repeated, wrenching climaxes.

Laura was surprised, through the following weeks and months, by how well the three of them managed this unconventional relationship. There seemed to be no jealousy, no wounded feelings, no feelings of rejection. They paired off during the week, fucking in interchangeable couples, then met together, all three of them, on weekends for exhausting, inventive, marathon fucking parties.

Even though they were often tempted, both Laura and Karen restrained their inclination to tempt Rina into the sadomasochistic sexual practices they continued to enjoy when they were alone together. Now, however, they were both more careful not to leave marks or bruises that Rina might discover.

Instead of being jealous, Laura found that she was aroused by imagining Rina and Karen fucking without her, so aroused that when she next saw them together, they had wild, heart-stabbing orgasms caused, she knew, by the anticipation. Both the other girls felt the same.

But it was an intensity that couldn't last. Nothing could remain that heated and not burn itself out. They found themselves drifting apart before long, each, surprisingly enough, ending up with a man for a while. For Laura, it was Ken Robbins, the manager of the health club where she often went after work. He was a good, tireless lover, and she was so accustomed by now to having multiple orgasms that she was grateful he had such incredible stamina.

It wasn't like fucking with Rina or Karen, but it was more normal, for a change, and she enjoyed it. For the first month or so, she didn't even miss them, or the hot girl-girl sex that had become such a necessity in her life.

Then, something happened. Ken had invited her to the health club because a female body builder was appearing there to authograph her new book. The girl was a celebrity, Miss Olympia, winner of many competitions and well-known in body building circles. She was also, Laura discovered to her chagrin, black, phenomenally beautiful, and wildly attractive sexually.

In the back of her mind, Laura had always found the thought of female body builders vaguely repulsive. Why would a woman want those bulging, rippling muscles all over her body? But when she first saw Brandi Pearson, she knew instantly that she was wrong. The breath caught in her throat, and she felt the hot, wild pulsing deep inside her cunt that she had come to feel when she saw Rina or Karen, a sharp, insistent throbbing that meant she wanted to fuck them, hard and quickly.

Worse, when she had met Karen and Rina, they had at least been fully clothed. But Brandi was clad only in a magenta-colored bikini. Two tiny triangular patches of cloth covered her nipples, and two more her asscrack and pussy. The rest of her was naked, gleaming from the oil she had spread over her skin to highlight her muscles.

And she had a body that made Laura afraid to be in the same room with her. She was afraid everyone would feel the vibrations of horrible, all-devouring lust that shook her when she looked at this girl's incredible body. Brandi Pearson was very dark black with a gorgeous face, full, sensual mouth, flashing black eyes, and skin like polished ebony. Her body was hard and extravagantly muscled but also dramatically curvaceous, rippling with sleek strips of muscle but also smooth and clean and athletic-looking. Laura knew that body-building diminshed your breasts, replacing fat with muscle, and yet Brandi's breasts were still full, though small. They were big enough to swell over the edges of the two tiny triangles covering them, and her thick, protruding nipples were conspicuous under the cloth.

And her ass was a masterpiece of hard, sculpted flesh, round and compact, two smooth, bulging moons of muscled flesh that made Laura's fingers quiver. She wanted it, she wanted every inch of the magnificent girl. And from the way Brandi's eyes flashed when they were introduced, she wondered if the girl felt it, felt the hot, horny desire for her incredible body that Laura could barely conceal.

But Laura tried to hide it, and seem reserved, even aloof. But she couldn't keep her eyes off Brandi. And several times, Brandi caught her looking.

Finally, they ran into each other in the restroom. No one else was there, momentarily, at least. Laura felt somehow so nervous, ill at ease, being fully clothed, while Brandi Pearson was still nearly naked in her tiny bikini. And Laura so clearly wanted to fuck the girl, she knew it had to show.

She smiled, giggling nervously. "I... I'm sorry if I stared at you," she apologized. "You're really... I don't know, gorgeous."

Brandi smiled easily. She wasn't pretentious. "I'm used to it," she said. "Some people, especially women, think I'm a freak. Others... well, you know."

She looked hard into Laura's eyes. She knows, Laura thought.

"I... I think your body is... fantastic," Laura stammered, swallowing, feeling sweat bead up on her forehead.

"I'm not that way, though," Brandi said, pointedly. "People think, you know, because we focus so much on body sculpture, on appearance, on narcissism, you know, that we're all dykes. But it's not true." She smiled at Laura, but firmly, as if to set things straight. "I'm not. I'm not one."

Laura was stunned with embarrassment. Does she think I'm a lesbian? she wondered. Despite her lengthy affairs with Karen and Rina, Laura still didn't think of herself as one.

"I... my boyfriend Ken invited me here this evening," she half-stammered, trying not to seem too foolish. "I mean, I hope you didn't think--"

"Oh, no no no," Brandi Pearson laughed, throwing back her head, revealing her long, smooth neck. "Not you. I didn't mean you."

But they both knew that she really had meant Laura. Laura knew it. She knew she had better keep her eyes off the girl's hard, glossy thighs, off her swelling breasts, off the rippling muscles of her washboard stomach, off her mouthwatering ass.

On the other hand, Brandi enjoyed being looked at, that was clear. She hadn't scuplted her body into this breathtaking master- piece in order to be ignored. She left the restroom slowly, letting Laura's eyes linger on every flexing muscle in her strong, gleaming, perfectly-shaped legs, and on the shifting, hard moons of her exquisitely curved ass.

Laura nearly had a small orgasm just watching her. I've got to have her, she thought. But she knew it was impossible. Hadn't Brandi made it perfectly clear? She was used to getting hit on by lesbians. She was ready for them, even if they couldn't admit their desires. She knew. She knew people wanted her body, men and women.