Chapter 197

Brandi half-frowned, momentarily stricken by an uncomfortable thought. "You sure you want to be doing it with a has-been? You know, that wasn't Ms. Olympia's thigh that was pleasuring you so much a minute ago. That was a relic."

"A relic. Right," Laura deadpanned. "You look positively ancient." She kissed Brandi warmly. "I want you to know that you are better than ever."

"Really?" Brandi said, with irony. "That's what I thought... and then--"

"You better tell me what happened." Laura wanted to fuck her desperately, but she knew Brandi had to get this out.

Brandi shrugged. "It's all marketing momentum to them, you know."

"'Them'?"

"The firm that runs the contest. They publish magazines, sell nutritional supplements, all that. It just looks bad to have the same person showing up as winner year after year. At least that's what my husband told me. He's in marketing himself."

Laura bristled slightly, and Brandi saw her.

"You don't have to be jealous of him," Brandi smiled, touching her arm. "He has a dick this long." She made a salami-sized gesture with both hands. "You two don't have a thing in common."

"Except you."

"Would you believe that the kind of orgasms I have with him are completely different from the kind I have with you? And I have more of them with you, too," she added.

Everybody does, Laura thought, smugly, also forlornly, for she knew Brandi, like the others, would return to her husband.

"I'll bet she isn't as gorgeous as you are," Laura pouted. "The new one, I mean."

Again, Brandi shrugged. Her small, beautiful breasts and thick, gleaming black nipples jiggled slightly, and Laura devoured them with her eyes. Brandi saw her.

"You are a sex fiend," she said to Laura, with a droll smile. "Lots of people thought the one before me, Cory Everson, was more beautiful than I was. In fact, lots of people still think that."

"I don't care. You're the most beautiful one of all."

"The fairest in the land? Me? Why, pretty white lady, you making this little black girl blush red."

Laura pulled her down on the bed and kissed her hungrily, stroking her body, squeezing her hard muscles and softer, smaller breasts. "So why did you decide to risk it again with me? Why are you here?"

"Oh," Brandi feigned boredom. "I'm in town for ESPN, doing commentary on a body building show they're covering at the Cow Palace. You were just an afterthought."

She grinned, waiting for Laura's reaction. Laura pinched her, hard, on her fantastic hard ass. It was not easy to get enough hard flesh between her fingers to pinch, but she managed it. Brandi yelped.

"Ouch! You bitch," she laughed. "How could you do that to me?"

Laura kissed her neck and whispered in her ear. "You made me promise to fuck you hard. Did you forget?"

"You gonna do all that kinky stuff to me, you pervert?"

"I didn't bring anything but my little old self."

"That's enough. Your brain is kinky enough for three white people."

Laura pinched her delectable hard smooth ass again.

"Ouchhhh!" Tears came to Brandi's eyes. Laughing, she wrestled Laura onto her back. "You little ofay white lily cunt, you better watch out who you pinching."

Briefly, in this tussle, Laura realized how thrilling it would be to have a sexual catfight with Brandi, like the one she had had with Randi a while back. Her body responded to a hot squirt of sexual danger and wild excitement. Through the laughter in Brandi's eyes, she could see that Brandi felt it too.

But that wouldn't happen. They were in a hotel room, for God's sake, and Laura already feared that her loud sexual moans might have attracted attention. Still, giggling too, she exerted what strength she could against Brandi's powerful body, fighting back. Brandi let herself be rolled over onto her own back, with Laura now on top, kissing her mouth, her face, her neck, her gleaming black shoulders.

Laura was ravenously hungry for her body. "I want to eat you alive," she panted, squeezing and sucking Brandi's small breasts. "I always wanted to eat you alive."

"Go ahead, honey, you go ahead," Brandi panted to, twisting excitedly under Laura's aggressive caresses. "You eat anything you want."

"You want me to do it hard?"

"Hard as you can," Brandi gasped, her eyes glazed with sexual excitement.

"But I don't have one of these," Laura said, pausing to caress one of Brandi's phenomenal, bulging thigh muscles with her fingertips.

"Pretty white lady," Brandi said patiently, "if you ram this skinny white bony little thigh of yours into my pussy, I think it'll have the same effect."

Laura grinned. "Are you trying to insult me so I'll rape you harder?"

"What do you think?" Brandi asked, eyes flashing.

Again Laura began to devour her magnificent, powerful, sleek body, amazed as if for the first time over the rippling muscles of Brandi's incredible stomach, and the seductive softness of her small breasts when contrasted with the rest of her bulging, hard body. She sucked Brandi's puffy, swollen black nipples until Brandi was mewling softly in the back of her throat, at the same time rubbing the girl's wet pussy with two fingers, feeling it lubricate again, then ooze with fresh warm juices.

"Mmm, you want me to fuck you bad, I can feel it," she purred, kissing Brandi's mouth, slipping her tongue into it. "I'm going to stick this tongue right into your ass, like I did once. Remember? And you came like crazy?"

"Unhh! Oh god, yes! Laura... ohhnnn! Unhh!"

"But this time you have to watch those squeals," Laura cautioned. "The hotel staff will think I'm torturing you."

"You are!" Brandi panted.

By now Laura had replaced her fingers with her thigh, the skinny white bony thigh Brandi had referred to, and she was rubbing it up and down in the warm, wet furrow of Brandi's excited pussy. And it was having precisely the effect Brandi had predicted. Laura moved her thigh slowly, almost gently, sliding it up, then down, letting the ridge of her much less bulky muscle rub the wet groove of Brandi's pussy and run along her clit.

It was thrilling for her to watch the transformation of Brandi from a beautiful, vivacious, joking, awesomely strong champion into a completely vulnerable, exquisitely lovely but helpless wreck as Laura used her expertise to slowly bring the girl to a shattering climax. Brandi twisted and flexed, her prize-winning body glossy with a thin film of sweat as Laura fucked her more energetically, and Brandi began to pump back, swirling her hips in a steady rhythm to match Laura's moving thigh.

"Unh! Oh yes... unh! Yes Laura unh! Oh! Yes... do it harder... yes, harder, unh! Oh Jesus, yes, fuck me harder yes oh god that feels so good! Ungghh!"

Laura embraced Brandi's spectacular body, digging her fingers into the girl's sleek muscles, sucking her neck, her clavicles, dropping her mouth again to Brandi's small breasts. Now she was accelerating her leg, knowing that they were approaching an explosive finish. Brandi was flexing and quivering, whimpering more and more frantically. Laura's thigh now bit into Brandi's groin, and Laura pumped her with it more roughly, feeling Brandi's pubic bone bite back into her thigh muscle as Brandi gyrated her pelvis up into Laura's thrusts.