Chapter 68

An evening of exuberant, athletic fucking with Chanitra was just what it took to cure Laura of morbid, introspective depression over the perversions she shared with Karen and seemed unable to renounce. There was nothing at all perverted about Chanitra, whose fresh innocence was infecting, who loved fucking with Laura and saw nothing wrong with it. A few hours with her exhausted Laura physically and yet left her glowing with contentment and happiness.

The pang of being without Jonelle was less insistent. She even, after fucking her teenaged sister so vigorously, began to think of Yvette, and how long it had been, weeks, since they had shared a bed. But all this suddenly took a back seat when she unexpectedly received a phone call one evening from Brandi.

"Where are you?" Laura asked. "Are you here? In town?"

"No. I'm in Flint, Michigan. It's where I live, you know."

"Oh." Laura's voice dropped.

"What's the matter, Laura?"

"I... guess somehow I thought I'd never hear from you again."

"Are you kidding? I just called to tell you I won my fourth Ms. Olympia. I know you don't follow those things and--"

"Really?"

"Yes. Last weekend. In New York. It was fantastic."

"Oh god, I'm so embarrassed. I should've sent you flowers or something. How wonderful. God, I'm so happy for you."

Brandi's voice dropped, conspiratorially. "I won money, too, you know. I wanted to know if I could come out and see you."

Laura's heart jumped. "Oh... yes! Oh Brandi. Yes."

"I could be there by noon tomorrow, if I leave soon."

"I can pick you up at the airport."

"Would you?"

"Wild horses couldn't stop me."

She barely slept that night. She phoned in sick to work and got to the airport a full hour before Brandi's plane was due. When Brandi appeared in the airport lobby, it was all both of them could do to restrain themselves from a hot, passionate embrace and a scorching kiss. Instead, they both hugged gingerly, looking around with embarrassment in case someone should smell the fact that they desperately wanted to tear each other apart with lust.

As usual, Brandi looked stunning. She wore a red backless and shoulderless blouse, really only a triangular piece of expensive red silk that tied around her neck and covered the front of her incredible body. And she wore a white mini-skirt. Lots of her beautiful, sleek black skin was visible, and her beautiful body, and she got plenty of stares, which she accepted graciously, knowing they were well-deserved.

"You must be getting pretty famous," Laura said to her as they walked to the parking lot.

"Not really," Brandi smiled. "People just think they ought to know who I am, so they stare."

"You've got a lot to stare at," Laura said. "I'd like to just... oh, sit and stare at you myself for a while. I missed you so much."

"Oh Laura, how sweet of you," Brandi beamed. Still smiling broadly, she said between her teeth, "But we'd better not kiss any more because everyone already thinks we're lesbians, and it'll just confirm their suspicions."

"I know, I know," Laura smiled. "But you do look delicious."

They arrived at Laura's car. Laura opened the trunk for Brandi's suitcase, then shut it. Brandi leaned against the car, grinning in the dark parking garage.

"You look pretty delicious yourself, pretty white lady," she said, eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Get in the car before I rape you," Laura whispered.

"Oooohhh... promise?" Brandi teased, opening the car door and sliding onto the passenger side.

Laura had felt a lot of sizzling sexual tension in her time, but she had a hard time remembering anything as intense as the crackling current that ran between her and Brandi on the drive to her apartment. They chatted about the Ms. Olympia contest, and Laura's work, but underneath was a constant, pulsing flow of sexual electricity that excited and even alarmed both of them. My god, we're going to put one another in the hospital, if we don't watch out, Laura thought.

When they reached her apartment, and Laura closed and bolted the door behind them, she turned to look at Brandi, and suddenly they both felt oddly nervous and shy.

"Maybe a drink," Laura said, nervously. "Oh, I forgot. You don't drink."

"Wine would be okay," Brandi smiled. "I'm not in training. I already won, remember?"

She followed Laura into the kitchen.

"Gosh, I can see why," Laura said. "What a body. You look even better than you did last time I saw you."

"Thank you," Brandi said, mock demure. "The judges thought so too, I guess."

Laura started filling a wine glass for each of them when she suddenly realized the temporary shyness was gone. Both of them were about to explode with need. She turned to face Brandi and saw the same thing in Brandi's eyes.

"Oh god--" she gasped just before their mouths and bodies came together in a searing kiss and crushing embrace.

Brandi was such a thrilling paradox of strength and softness, hard muscles and tender feelings, that Laura felt enveloped by a hot whirling fog of lust as they kissed searchingly. Brandi's arms crushed her, Brandi's fingers bit into her flesh. And Laura ran her fingers up and down the girl's unbelievable naked back, feeling the smooth muscles and the rippling ridges.

"Mmmmmm, you ain't gon' fuck me in the kitchen, is you, pretty white lady?" Brandi whispered sensually against Laura's cheek.

"I want to kiss your back," Laura murmured. "Every part of it."

"Then we better get naked."

Without speaking, Laura drew her by the hand, out of the kitchen, down the hall, into the bedroom. She closed the door. Brandi reached behind her neck with both hands to undo the strings of her blouse.

"Let me do it," Laura said.

Brandi smiled, her eyes swirling with desire for Laura. She turned her back to Laura, who began kissing and caressing it slowly, sensually, running her tongue up under Brandi's shoulderblades, making Brandi shiver and whimper softly. Finally, Laura's lips reached the nape of Brandi's neck. She untied the strings and let the blouse fall away, turning Brandi around.

Two soft rubber cones that Laura had seen before covered Brandi's small, hard breasts.

"Il faut souffrir pour etre beau, right?" she grinned, quoting Brandi from the first time she had seen these.

"Oui."

Carefully, Laura peeled them both off, exposing Brandi's breasts, just as beautiful as ever.

"Good thing the judges didn't see these, or they might have made you the champion forever and ended the contest right there," Laura said, filling her hands with the hard, round little balls of flesh, and lowering her mouth to Brandi's gleaming black nipples.

"Oh! Ohhhhh... Laura," Brandi moaned softly, as Laura began squeezing her breasts, then sucking one, nipple and all, deep into her mouth.

"God, nobody does it like you do!" she sighed, as they settled back onto Laura's bed, with Brandi on her back.

Laura devoured her breasts, sucking Brandi's nipples until Brandi was twisting and moaning heatedly. The sight and the feel of her fantastic muscular body rippling and undulating under Laura's hands aroused Laura wildly, as always. She caressed and kissed Brandi's incredibly hard stomach, packed with smooth muscle, and her ribcage, tugging at the white patent leather belt of her mini-skirt, unzipping the skirt, pulling it down.

"I want you naked, I want you naked," she panted, almost delirious with lust for the girl.

And Brandi was equally worked up, panting too, her dark eyes glazed, her beautiful face contorted with sexual urgency. She helped Laura get the skirt off, kicking off her shoes at the same time. Under the skirt she wore the most abbreviated bikini panties Laura had ever seen, merely an inch of cloth to cover her pussy. It was so provocative that she nearly tore it getting it off. Brandi had shaved off most of her crotch hair so it wouldn't show outside the panties, so that her pussy was nearly naked. It took powerful self-restraint for Laura not to descend on it with her mouth immediately.

But now Brandi was naked. Laura, however, was still completely clothed. Brandi pulled her down on the bed and began unbuttoning Laura's blouse, kissing her neck, her throat, her lips dropping until she was kissing the valley between Laura's breasts.

"Laura, you don't know how I've dreamed of you," she murmured, peeling off Laura's blouse and unclasping Laura's bra.

Laura managed to get her own skirt and panties off while Brandi was fondling and kissing her breasts, kicking them free just as Brandi nearly swallowed one of her aching nipples.

"Oh! Unhhh!" Laura gasped, throwing her head back. "Yes!"

Brandi sucked and gently tugged Laura's nipples with her teeth, squeezing her breasts at the same time, bringing Laura to a high pitch of need.

"Oh god... Brandi, oh!" she panted, pulling Brandi up and kissing her with scorching lust.

Brandi gazed hotly into her eyes. "Fuck me, baby, I've dreamed of it so long," she murmured.

Laura quickly slid down between Brandi's huge, glossy thighs. "Oh baby, you're so wet for me," she whispered, opening Brandi's swollen cuntlips with the tip of her finger, exposing the glistening pink cleft, then slipping her tongue into it.

"Ahhh!" Brandi gasped, arching her back sharply. "Oh god, yes!"

And for the next twenty minutes, Laura delivered what Brandi had dreamed about. She knew Brandi hadn't flown out from Flint, Michigan for a mere quickie. She also knew they would be sleeping together for several days, days of marathon fucking. But she wasn't about to let her best opportunities escape.

She gave Brandi the full treatment, bringing her to the brink, then pulling back, exploring the girl's incredible body with her mouth and hands, then gradually bringing her up again, until Brandi, the powerful Ms. Olympia, was quivering helplessly and begging Laura for release.

"Ohhhnnn... oh god!" she moaned, her muscles rippling as she strained and squirmed.

Now Laura was back, after a tour of her wonderful body, tonguing Brandi's glistening black pussy, and Brandi was going crazy. Her hips gyrated in sharp, rhythmic fuck motions, and she clawed the sheet, moaning, then begging.

"Please... oh Laura Laura oh please... unhh! Oh! Unhh! Please... Laura, oh god now... please!"

"Mmmmm, I love your fantastic body," Laura murmured, prolonging the agony for yet another excruciating minute, slipping her tongue deep into Brandi's pussy.

She knew it would drive Brandi up the wall but not really make her come, not yet. But the slightest touch of her clit would probably make her explode, and so Laura avoided it, teasing her, enjoying the vulnerability of such a powerful body. Brandi's sleek muscles clenched and strained, and her beautiful face grimaced with frantic sexual need as Laura tormented and teased her.

But finally Laura gave in. She attacked Brandi's swollen clit with her tongue, and Brandi arched her back in a beautiful, flexing arc, then dissolved into wild spasms of coming.

"Unghh! Oh... oh, Laura Laur unh! Oh... shit, auunngghiieee!" she cried out, coming violently, her hard-muscled body convulsed by sharp spasms of shocking ecstacy.

When Laura realized how hard Brandi was coming, it only aroused her more. Oh, she probably hasn't come like this in six months, Laura thought. All that training and self-denial, and a husband who can't make her come like this.

And so instead of stopping, Laura turned up the heat. Brandi was not yet recovered from her first fierce climax, and Laura began fucking her hard, slipping two fingers into her cunt and fucking it while she peppered Brandi's swollen clit with tiny kisses. Brandi, who was coming down, began panting and squirming again, whimpering, her hips churning frantically.

"Oh god... oh Laura unh! unh! Oh... oh shit!" she gasped, realizing with shock that she was going to come again, and quickly.

Laura knew it too, and she devoured Brandi's sleek black pussy with a sharp-edged passion she usually reserved for her rawer moments with Karen. She sucked Brandi's cuntlips into her mouth, stabbed her tongue deep into the warm, squinchy furrow, and sucked Brandi's clit until Brandi's voice disappeared into a tiny, throttled squeal deep in her throat as she came violently.