Chapter 150

Laura got a phone call from Camille, whom she had not seen in over six months. It really wasn't Camille's fault at all, but after being brutally fucked in the pussy at the same time by Rob and his brother, Laura wasn't in any mood to renew the friendship. If she hadn't had so many other beautiful women to make love to, she might have eagerly called Camille after a while, but as time passed, she thought less and less about her.

But as soon as she heard Camille's voice, Laura knew she had to have her again, and as quickly as possible.

"I'm feeling so hurt, Laura," Camille pouted over the phone. "You never called. I know those two treated you rough, but it wasn't me. You and I always... you know, got along okay, didn't we?"

"Of course we did."

Laura sensed that Camille wanted them to meet privately, without Rob. They had never actually done that. They had fucked several times, but only with Rob interrupting them, or there from the start. The very thought of it made her pussy suddenly wet.

"Can't we get together? Somewhere, you know, where he won't even know?"

"You want to come over here?"

"You mean your place? Sure. I could make it in about... oh, I don't know, I could come right now."

"Right now? Sure. Come right now."

Laura gave her directions. She couldn't believe her good luck. Gosh, all these beautiful girls want to sleep with me! she thought. Camille is completely gorgeous, and she's almost begging me to fuck her. She was dying to come over here. I should have called her months ago. That stunning brown body, and those big, round breasts! She's on her way over here right now!

Laura felt like a little kid. She could hardly keep her heart from racing. Her pussy was sopping, and it tingled in anticipation. She met Camille at the door, beaming and swelling with sexual excitement. She had to control herself, fearing it would be too obvious how delighted she was, and how horny, even though she had had an orgy of happy fucking with Lorrie only two nights ago.

"Golly, long time no see!" she bubbled, letting Camille in and gushing embarrassingly over how stunning she looked, which was true.

Camille and Rob had no lack of money, and Camille dressed to the nines. She had a very slender waist, and very large, thrusting breasts, and shapely hips, so that she was altogether a masterpiece in her designer clothes. She smiled politely, almost shyly, at Laura.

"I was afraid you never wanted to see me again," she said.

"It wasn't that. Rob and Eric really hurt me. I guess I just wanted to turn my back on the whole thing for a while."

"But I didn't hurt you," Camille said, plaintively.

Her beautiful, deep brown, Chinesey eyes gazed soulfully into Laura's. Laura wanted desperately to kiss her and ravish her. She wanted them to be lying naked together, right now, and she knew they would be, but first they had to do this careful dance around each other's feelings.

"I know you didn't. You and I... were very good together. Before your dear husband decided to involve himself."

My ex-boyfriend, she thought.

"That's why I called you," Camille said, looking down bashfully. "I've thought about it for months but couldn't pick up the phone."

Laura could feel her blood beginning to heat up. She had enjoyed Camille's spectacular body already, and yet is was as if they had never touched. On the sofa, they were even leaning toward each other, as if they couldn't wait to undress and get into it.

"Would you like a drink?" she asked.

Camille shook her head. "I don't drink." She smiled at Laura. "I think it's funny we're both so shy. We... actually did it, you know? I mean, we-"

"We made love once," Laura interjected, laughing softly. "I know. I think I'm still amazed we did, when I look at you. You're so shockingly gorgeous."

"Oh, I don't think so at all," Camille said disingenuously. "You're the one who looks like Stephanie Seymour."

"You flatter me."

Camille fidgeted. "Maybe I should... you know, just go into your bedroom, to check my makeup, say. And then you could come across me by accident in there, in a minute or so."

Laura smiled and blushed at the same moment. How enchanting! "Like a game," she said.

Camille beamed a very winning little girl smile. "Yes, like a game!"

"I think it's a wonderful idea."

Camille took a deep breath and stood up. She was really one of those women about whom Laura wondered why men didn't lurk in alleyways just so they could fall on her and rape her. She was that gorgeous. I want to rape her myself. I want to fuck her brains out, as they say. But she's also so sweet, and shy.

Camille smiled demurely, and Laura knew if the girl wasn't so richly and beautifully brown that she would be blushing too. For a second, Laura thought she might curtsey. Then she turned and walked toward the small hallway, in the direction of Laura's bedroom, where she had never been.

Laura watched, her eyes dropping to Camille's spectacular legs. Her exquisitely-shaped calf muscles flexed as she walked, glossy and strong, tapering to beautiful ankles. She disappeared down the hallway without glancing back at Laura.

For a few minutes, Laura sat still, her stomach full of butterflies, her cunt pulsing and burbling with juice. Oh god, I can't take it any more! she thought, finally standing up and walking toward her bedroom. There she found Camille standing in front of her dresser, reflected in the mirror, two Camilles now, both stunning. Camille had removed her shoes and her blouse and stood there barefoot in her skirt and bra. She could not have been more desirable.

"God, you are such a delicious woman," Laura whispered as she approached her.

Camille was shy, submissive, fawn-like, her big brown eyes limpid with wonder as Laura bent to kiss the nape of her neck. The pure white of her lacy bra was enchanting against her deep brown skin. She was facing the mirror, with Laura kissing the back of her neck, and the smooth skin of her shoulderblades. Laura gently turned her around.

This was nothing like their first time, when Camille had thought Rob had left town and proceeded to seduce Laura by wearing a transparent teddy. Then she had been more coquettish and bold, but now, aside from suggesting this charming game, she was all questioning eyes and passive beauty. She's bewitching, Laura thought. Men must die for her when she acts this way, so soft, and so vulnerable.

Laura kissed Camille's throat, her smooth chest, and the deep valley between her large, jutting breasts, still inside her white lace bra. Then she raised her head and her lips caught Camille's sensual mouth almost in passing. They kissed very tenderly and slowly, without otherwise touching, their mouths communicating deep, aching need for one another, overflowing desire that soon became insistent.

When their lips briefly parted, Camille, her large brown eyes as deep and fawn-like as ever, stared straight into Laura's. "I never did this with any woman but you," she whispered, almost inaudibly.

"I'm very lucky, then," Laura whispered back before kissing her again.

This time they touched, embraced, their second kiss far more searing than the first. Laura allowed herself the luxury of running her fingertips all over Camille's deliciously smooth skin, until her fingers found the bra clasp. Slowly, she undid it, felt the bra loosen, then brushed the thin straps from Camille's shoulders without breaking the kiss. When they stopped kissing and pulled slightly apart, the bra slid down Camille's arms, stopped from falling further by their touching stomachs.

Looking down at it made Laura realize that she was still fully clothed. She could hardly take her eyes off Camille's magnificent naked breasts long enough to pull her own sweatshirt over her head and toss it across the room. She plucked Camille's bra out and flung it in the same direction. She was not wearing one herself, and so their naked breasts were nearly touching now, as they both looked down.

Even though Laura's were perfectly shaped, she felt they looked so small and uninspiring next to Camille's spectacular beauties. Only Karen had breasts this large and well-formed. Camille's nipples were very large, with spreading dark brown areolas and thick nubs in the centers.

"They're so beautiful," she murmured to Camille.

She raised her hands to cradle the firm, jutting globes from beneath, moving forward slightly at the same time and guiding Camille's large nipples into her own. Both of them shivered slightly, then caught each other's eye. They giggled.

"God, it feels so good," Camille whispered.

"I know."

"I want to be completely naked with you."

Laura nodded. Each removed her skirt, then skimmed her panties down her legs. Laura pulled back the bedcoverings, exposing the sheets. She took Camille's hand, watching her amazingly firm breasts bob slightly as she lay down with Laura on the bed.

"It's so nice to be here alone with you," Camille whispered. "Nobody to interrupt us."

"I know," Laura smiled, catching the allusion to their last time, when Rob had entered just as they were beginning to enjoy one another to the fullest.

Now they embraced, feeling their smooth, completely naked bodies rub together, kissing in a slow, passionate way, knowing that nothing would stop them now from a full enjoyment of each other, and that there was no need to hurry. Laura could not keep her mouth from Camille's lovely, large breasts, and huge dark brown nipples. She spent a long time licking and teasing each nipple before finally sucking it, bringing a sharp gasp of excitement from Camille each time.

She sucked them softly, gently at first, but soon was pinching them with her fingers and sucking them harder, harder. Camille's nipples were so big that they nearly filled Laura's mouth, and she sucked Camille's breast deep into her mouth, feeling it fill with nipple and areola, then gently clamping her teeth on it to give the girl a thrill.

"Ohhnn!" Camille gasped in shocked pleasure. "Ungghh! Oh shit!"

"Does it hurt?" Laura asked, briefly letting the wet nipple slide out of her mouth.

"No! Oh god, do it some more!" Camille panted.

Laura was voracious. Camille's lovely breasts inspired in her the same kind of lust that Karen's did, and she squeezed them in her hands while assaulting the beautiful big nipples with her mouth. Camille responded wildly, writhing and panting and whimpering as she watched Laura devouring her breasts.

She tossed her head and churned her hips desperately. Laura knew she was very close to coming. Still sucking her wet, erect nipples hungrily, she dropped one hand to Camille's crotch. It was dripping. Oh baby, you're going to come, she thought. If men only knew how easily they could make a woman come by sucking her nipples hard to get her ready.

At this moment, even Camille knew it. "Oh god... you're going to make me come!" she gasped, as if in surprise.

"I know, baby, I know."

Laura realized that rubbing Camille's flooding pussy just a little would make her come. But she herself was about to come too, and so she tried something she had never tried before so soon. She sat up and quickly slid her leg under one of Camille's, bringing their wet pussies together abruptly. Both of their slits were so hot and wet that the sensation of their pressing together was shockingly pleasurable.

Camille groaned. Her eyes rolled up under her eyelids, and her head fell back, as if she were going to swoon from the intensity of the pleasure. Laura herself felt completely undone by the fierce sexual pleasure that gripped her body.

"Fuck me, honey, fuck me," she panted to Camille, beginning to pump with her own pussy, pushing it into Camille's, swirling her hips.

"Unhhh! Oh... god unhhhh!" Camille gasped. "Oh god Laura yes!" she said in a sudden rush, her eyes suddenly reflecting what was about to happen.

In another instant, they were both coming unbelievably, groaning aloud, their pelvises rocking and quaking together in a perfect rhythm as keen jolts of ecstacy ripped through their bodies.

"Aunnngghh! Oh... oh god oh Jesus! Auunnggghh! Yes! Yes!" Camille cried out, her beautiful, large breasts jiggling as her body rocked with spasms.

"Ohhnnnnn! Oh god! Oh!" Laura whimpered as an acutely pleasurable orgasm gripped her quivering body.

Both were hammered by the intensity of the climax, but Laura was not to be denied her full enjoyment of Camille. She was instantly up again, sliding on top of Camille and sucking her nipples again, while her hand dropped to Camille's still-throbbing wet pussy. She knew she could make her come again, quickly, sharply, and she bent everything to that aim.

Her two fingers found Camille's clit and scissored it, rubbing it frantically. With her other hand she held one of the girl's incredible breasts, sucking Camille's huge nipple deep into her mouth. Come again, baby, come again! she thought wildly. Do another one like that! God, I love fucking you!

Camille squirmed, whimpering and panting wildly. Laura released her wet nipple and began pinching it between her thumb and forefinger, whispering into the girl's beautiful brown ear.