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.

     "Come . . . come again, honey, come again!  Right now .
. . now, now!"

     "Ungghh!"  Camille lost it.  She erupted in a fresh
orgasm.  "Oh!  Auunngggg!"

     Her lovely body arched, shuddering sharply as the
spasms wracked her, then collapsed back to the mattress.
Laura was still kissing her, caressing her, wondering if
even a third orgasm were possible, when Camille suddenly
turned the tables on her.  No longer the submissive,
questioning, fawn-like Camille, she rolled Laura onto her
back and began fucking her just as aggressively as Laura had
done.

    She turned into a wildcat, sucking and biting Laura,
hand-fucking Laura's pussy hard, swarming all over Laura's
writhing body until Laura was groaning through a sharp,
exciting, violent climax that left her breathless and
stunned.   She smiled up at Camille, then pulled the girl's
face down to hers and kissed her passionately.

    "Girl, you are a wonderful lover," she said.  "Where
did you learn to fuck like that?"

       "I didn't.  I just made it up as I went along."
                              
     "You were inspired."

    "I love your body.  You're so thin and beautiful.  I
always wanted to be thin.  Not full-bodied."

     "Honey, most women would kill for your body," Laura
said.  "And most men would kill each other just to be here
with you like this."

     Camille pouted.  "I know.  But I want to be thin."
                              
     "You are thin.  Look how tiny your waist is."

     "I know.  It makes my boobs look bigger than they are.
They're only 36, you know.  It just that they're well
shaped."

    "They certainly are," Laura purred, rolling onto her
back and filling her hands with the luscious globes as
Camille straddled her hips and dangled her breasts in
Laura's face.

     "You know, no man I ever knew sucks them like you do,"
Camille said softly.

     "It arouses you, doesn't it."

     Camille nodded.  "When you bit my nipples, you know,
just a little bit?  While you were fucking me with your
hand?  God, I thought I was going to come, like, without
even knowing it.  Like, just come, real quick, without even
knowing it was coming.  Actually, I almost did.  But then
you put your pussy against mine, and we-"

     "I know," Laura purred.  "We came together."  By now
she was slurping Camille's large brown nipples, holding both
dangling breasts in her hands and guiding one nipple into
her mouth, then the other, sucking and licking them
hungrily.  "And it was so beautiful," she added.

     "I . . . well, obviously I never did that before . . .
ohhhhh!  Unnnh . . . oh that feels so good, Laura!  I never
did that because I never did it with another woman.  God, it
was wild!  Unhhhh!  Oh . . . Laura, you're getting me all
hot again!"

     Laura continued to suck and lick Camille's large
nipples while she talked to her.  "Kissed your pussy with my
pussy . . . and I rubbed your little wet clit until you
came, but I haven't got to taste you yet," she panted softly
to the beautiful girl.

     Camille had thrown her head back and was luxuriating in
the feel of Laura's busy, passionate mouth and hands on her
dangling breasts.  "I know," she gasped.  "I want you to,
but god you are driving me crazy!"

     "I want it, I want your beautiful pussy, I want to
slide my tongue deep into it," Laura panted, pinching and
teething Camille's large brown nipples in the way she knew
excited Camille so much.

     "Oh god, yes!" Camille gasped, sliding down beside
Laura and then rolling onto her back, spreading her dark
golden thighs to give Laura complete access to her pussy.

     Her big brown Chinesey eyes were swirling with hot
lust.  Before Laura could slide down between her thighs,
Camille pulled her up and kissed her romantically.

     "God, you are so beautiful," Laura said.

     "You know what I want?  Is it okay to ask you
something?"

     "Of course, darling."

     "Remember when you were at our place, and Rob fucked me
in the ass?"

     "How could I forget."

     "Well . . . he still does it now and then.  And even
though it hurts a little, I've really come to like it.  I
just about die with coming, when he rubs my clit at the same
time.  I wonder if you could . . . you know, do my booty at
the same time you do my pussy."

    "Ummmm, darling, would I ever be delighted to," Laura
smiled.

     She wondered briefly if she should drag out the
quadruple bowed dildo she had, that would allow them to fuck
each other in the ass and pussy at the same time.  But it
was all so new between them, she decided to leave it for
another time.  Why alarm Camille to that degree of kinkiness
when she was just developing a taste for it?

     Laura leaned across the bed and took a small bottle of
baby oil from her night stand drawer.  Camille's eyes
widened.

      "Boy, are you ever prepared," she said under her
breath.

     "I just knew what you were going to ask," Laura winked
at her.

    She oiled two fingers, then helped Camille uptilt her
ass by placing a pillow under it, using her unoiled hand.

Camille bit her lower lip as Laura quickly inserted the two

fingers into her anus, rotating them and pushing them in up

to the second knuckle.

     "Oooohhh!" she gasped, clenching her teeth.

     "You like that?"

     "Oh god, yes!"

     "Does it really turn you on?"

     "God . . . Laura, yes!"

     She grabbed her beautiful large breasts and began
twisting and pinching her own huge nipples, which aroused
Laura just watching it.  And Camille's beautiful black pussy
was a festering pink feast inside, beckoning Laura's mouth.
She began to fuck Camille's tight asshole rhythmically with
her fingers, watching them slide into it, then slide out,
watching Camille's face reflect the intensity of the
sensations her fingers caused.


     "I want to eat your pussy," she whispered.


     "Oh yes . . . please!" Camille panted, pulling her
large nipples up from her breasts, stretching them in a way
that really turned Laura on wildly.


     She bent her face close and began licking Camille's
clit and wet pussylips, peeking up over the girl's black
furry mound at the same time to see her pulling her nipples,
which stretched tautly up from her breasts.  The desire
Laura felt was immense.  She wanted to devour the beautiful,
writhing girl.  She wanted to do more than it was possible
to do, to consume Camille's luscious, squirming body
entirely.  She wanted to rape her ass and tongue-fuck her
lovely wet pussy and sharply suck her beautiful big nipples
all at once.

     But it was impossible to do everything, and she focused
on making Camille have the most stupendous orgasm so far.
It didn't seem like it would be hard.  Camille
was twisting and moaning more urgently even than
before, wildly excited by Laura's clever,
rotating fingers fucking her asshole.
She undulated and whimpered and even pulled one
of her large breasts up to her mouth, sucking
her own nipple inside, squeezing the firm globe
and half-swallowing the large, erect bud.

     Her body began shuddering involuntarily,
and Laura knew the end was near.  She assaulted
Camille's clit with her tongue, then sucked it
hard several times.  Camille erupted in a hot
geyser of coming.  At first her cries of release
were clotted, strangled in her throat by the
fierce shocks of her orgasm as her body arched
and quivered, her groin pumping spastically as
Laura continued to fuck and suck her vigorously.

     "Auungghhh!" Camille cried out, when her
breath finally returned.  "Ohnngg god!  Ohnng
god yes!  Aunngghhh!  Oh shit oh jesus oh shit
ungghhh!  Oh!  Oh!"

Only at this moment did it flash through Laura's
                      mind
that she probably could have pushed her entire
hand into Camille's open asshole, as she had
learned to do with Karen's, but she didn't try
it.  She had only had Karen's fist in her pussy,
but she knew even from that that it wasn't
exactly a trivial experience.  Instead, she
continued to fuck Camille, only slowing the
tempo somewhat as Camille sank from the plateau
of her climax, then accelerating it again to
bring her back up.

     She could tell that Camille had never
experienced this kind of continuous fucking,
having done it only with men, and one time
before with Laura, before they were interrupted
by Rob.  Not only was Laura's lust for the
beautiful girl still unslaked, she also wanted
Camille to come again, and again, repeatedly, so
that she could taste the complete joys of
lesbian love.

  And it was no problem, since Camille had been
                     telling
the truth when she described how ass-fucking
excited her. Laura had no trouble quickly
arousing her again to the point where she was
squirming and whimpering uncontrollably, shocked
at her own resurgent lust but also consumed by
it, and again urgently wanting to come as Laura
tongued her flowing pussy and finger-raped her
beautiful ass.

     In less than a minute she came again, and
then again as Laura turned up the heat even
more, until finally she was completely exhausted
and fell back to the mattress, panting and
bleary-eyed, overcome by the experience.

     "My god, girl, you are either the devil or
a very, very sweet angel," she finally gasped to
Laura.  "Making me come like that, so many
times.  What got into you?  My poor little booty
will be sore from you fucking me like that."

     "You loved it, darling," Laura smiled.

     "You got that one right.  I come good when
Rob does it to me, but he never does it three
times in a row.  I thought that last one was
going to take my head off, and blow my pussy
away."

   "I wouldn't want to do that," Laura purred.
                     "Then I
wouldn't be able to make love to your pussy
again, and make you come again, even more."

 She sucked Camille's big brown nipples, wanting
                       to
swallow them, enjoying the way Camille moaned.

  "You know what I want to do?" Camille panted.
                      "You
love my nipples, don't you."

  "God, yes," Laura said, nipping one with her
                     teeth.
                        
     "I want to rub my nipples in your wet
pussy."  She kissed Laura passionately, grabbing
Laura's head and pulling her face up.  "And I
know it's wet, isn't it."

     "I think if you touch my clit with your
nipple, I'll come in ten seconds," Laura panted,
eyes glazed, feeling her pussy throb and flutter
at the very thought.

 It wasn't exactly easy to maneuver their bodies
                      into
position, but Camille's breasts were large, and
in a few seconds she was guiding one with both
hands into the wet soupy lips of Laura's very
runny pussy.  She pushed her large nipple into
it, then rubbed her breast up and down, drawing
her erect nipple up across Laura's clit.

     Laura propped up her head with a pillow so
she could watch.  The sight of Camille's large,
shiny brown nipple, wet with her own cunt
juices, sliding up and down between the curves
and folds of her vulva was wildly exciting.
When it brushed her clit, the sensations nearly
made her faint.

     Not only was she super-aroused because of
how she had been fucking Camille into multiple
orgasms only minutes ago, but she was also
shockingly excited by seeing the girl's
beautiful breast and nipple pushing into her own
pussy, fucking her, rubbing her, bringing her
closer and closer. She ran her spastic fingers
through Camille's hair, panting, her hips
beginning to gyrate in a smooth fuck-motion as
Camille rubbed her breast more aggressively into
Laura's pussy, growing freshly aroused too.

     "Oh god!" Laura panted, knowing she was
drawing closer and closer to a climax.  "Girl .
. . you're fucking me with your boob."

  "Yes . . . yes!" Camille panted too, rubbing
                     Laura's
wet slit faster, pushing the erect bud of her
nipple into Laura's clit.

     Laura began to come almost without knowing
it.  A great upwelling occurred deep inside her
body and suddenly engulfed her in a torrent of
ecstacy.  She threw her head back, groaning and
coming gloriously.

     "Auungghhhh!  Oh oh god oh oh auungghhhh!"

     Wildly excited by Laura's sudden orgasm,
Camille slid up to embrace her, twisting and
panting, her eyes glazed in heated lust.  They
kissed passionately, pressing their breasts
together and dropping their hands to each
other's groin.  They hand-fucked one another
vigorously, both coming again in seconds.

 Afterward, Camille giggled like a little girl.
                       "I
never come with anyone like I do with you."

     "Oh, really?" Laura teased.  "You mean a
climax isn't a climax?"

     "Of course I've never done it with another
woman," Camille said, lowering her eyes
bashfully.  "But men are so rough and spurt all
over you.  With you it's, I don't know, more
intense.  Know what I mean?  And boy, I really
have a
lot more orgasms too.  I never had more than
three with Rob, and only two with other guys."

     "How many other guys?"

     "Just two."  She was fetchingly bashful
again.  "I may look experienced, but actually
I'm kind of na‹ve."

   "Almost a virgin, aren't you," Laura teased
                     again,
embracing her.

     This kind of talk made her devastatingly

horny, and she and Camille fucked exuberantly

again for another half hour, this time doing a

smoldering sixty-nine and ending up squealing

rapturously into each other's pussy when they

came.  By the time Camille left, they were

exhausted, but both very happy.

 "We must do this again!" Camille smiled at the

                      door.

     "Absolutely."

     "I came twelve times," Camille said,

astonished.

    Laura kissed her.   "Next time . . .

                  fifteen."

     If she could have blushed, Camille
would have.  She tittered, then waved
goodbye and looked back over her shoulder at
Laura all the way to the elevator.