Chapter 196
     
     
     The following day when Laura went to work, she found
someone new sitting in April's cubicle.  It was a young man,
wearing thick glasses, working on a spreadsheet.
     
     "Who are you?"
     
     "I'm Patrick Feeney.  Who're you?"
     
     "Where's April?"
     
     "Is she the one who used to sit here?  I never met her.
I think they transferred her down to the third floor, to
Investor Relations.  This morning."
     
     Laura shut her eyes.  She felt her insides shuddering
and had to go immediately to her own office and shut the
door, just to maintain control.  Oh god, oh shit, she
thought.  That fucking witch Rhonda.
     
     Laura tried not to think of the foyer episode with
Jane, which clearly had influenced April's feelings in a big
way.  But we could've got by that one, she thought.  I could
have made it better.  She knows I'm not serious about Jane.
Doesn't she?  I wonder if it's because of what I did,
fucking her in the ass with that dildo.  She seemed to like
it at the time.
     
     But after she reflected on it for a while, Laura could
see how things might develop.  She did not know the details,
but Rhonda's fury coupled with April's jealousy, and perhaps
resentment, not to say spiteful anger and sore bottom, could
have somehow converged in a horrible action that was now
depriving her of April, and possibly threatening her own
job.
     
     She was so distressed that she could do nothing but
pour herself into her work, trying not to think about it.
She tried to be so productive that if anyone came to her
with a sexual harassment complaint, she would be able to
demonstrate her value to the company while at the same time
being contrite and apologetic and deeply ashamed.  Whereas
in fact she had loved fucking April, and she really hurt bad
inside at the thought that she might not be able to do it
again.  And April loved it too! she thought.  Just ask her.
     
     But she couldn't go down to Investor Relations and
grovel in front of everybody, and expose herself, both her
lust and her vulnerability.  She had to swallow and pretend
nothing had happened.  But it was hard not to want to kill
Rhonda.  Instead of the pity she had formerly felt, she
began to feel glad that she had fucked Stephanie, and that
Rhonda had watched the whole thing, especially Stephanie's
jolting, extravagant orgasms.  I caused those, Rhonda, not
you, she thought bitterly.
     
     At home the evening she got a phone call that made her
forget everything else.
     
     "Brandi?  I don't believe it?  Brandi, is that really
you?"
     
     "It's really me . . . pretty white lady.  See, I know
the secret code."
     
     "Oh god, I can't believe this.  It's really you.  I . .
. thought I'd never hear from you again."
     
     After last time, Laura thought.  They had spent a few
days in Carmel together and nearly put one another in the
hospital.  During the past few years of fucking one after
another beautiful black girl, sometimes to exhausting
lengths, she had experienced few episodes as shockingly
incendiary as that one.  After it, both she and Brandi had
tacitly, even not so tacitly, admitted that they were poison
to each other.  They could not fuck without excess, and
since Brandi lived half a continent away, it was best that
they not see one another again, or at least often.
     
     Laura had not liked the idea, but she had grown used to
it.  But the sound of Brandi's voice on the phone brought
back all her desire in a quick flash.
     
     "Where are you?" she asked.
     
     "Actually, I'm at the Embassy Suites in San Mateo,"
Brandi said crisply.  "Talk about boring."
     
     "I could be there in half an hour," Laura said, with a
lilt in her voice.
     
     Brandi chuckled.  "I guess that's easier than me getting
lost in my rented car in some rough San Francisco
neighborhood where they don't respect girls with muscles."
     
     "Especially when I do," Laura teased, feeling the pulse
beat in her throat at the mere memory of Brandi's
extraordinary muscles.
     
     "Pretty white lady, you sound like you might be happy
to see me.  Maybe as happy as I will be to see you."
     
     Laura took a deep breath.  "It's been a long time,
Brandi," she said softly.
     
     "I know.  Room 517.  Drive carefully.  And bring me a
toothbrush.  I forgot mine."
     
     Laura drove to the hotel, trying not to think of
Deshona Reed as she passed Burlingame.  But she did glance
from the freeway up into the wooded hills.  She's up there.
She would be jealous if she thought I were on my way to
sleeping with Ms. Olympia.  Wouldn't she?
     
     Laura hoped so.  But very little could keep her mind
off Brandi.  She remembered Rhonda's envy of her for having
slept with Brandi.  She also recalled Kendra's admiration for
Brandi.  But most of all, she recalled the thrilling times
when she had passed out from orgasms so intense she could
hardly remember them without almost coming again, orgasms
caused by Brandi's phenomenal hard thigh crunching into her
vulnerable pussy.
     
     It had been over a year, but she could still feel a
hot, exciting flutter deep inside her pussy when she thought
of it.  But she tried to ignore it and act civilized as she
parked and took the elevator up to Brandi's hotel room.
Brandi answered the door with a big smile on her beautiful
face.
     
     "If it isn't Stephanie Seymour's gorgeous twin sister,"
she deadpanned.  "Did you drop by to spend a little time
with an ex bodybuilding champion?"
     
     "Ex?" Laura said as she stepped inside.
     
     It was good to have something else to think about,
because Brandi was even more stunning than she had
remembered.  God, if I had never seen her before, I would
faint with love just at the sight of her, Laura realized.
Brandi wore her hair in bangs, always a quick way to Laura's
heart, and she had on a sleeveless bright yellow blouse that
showed off her incredible shapely and muscular arms and
shoulders, black and glossy and so beautiful that Laura
wanted to touch them, as she had the first time she saw
Brandi.
     
     "I can see you've been following the bodybuilding world
as closely as ever," Brandi said.
     
     Laura looked down, ashamed.
     
     "I lost," Brandi said philosophically.  "Or came in
second, take your pick.  Lost the next time too."
     
     "Oh god, has it been that long?" Laura exclaimed.  "You
went through two of them since we last were together?  And I
didn't know about either one?"
     
     Brandi smiled, genuinely delighted by Laura.  "Pretty
white lady . . ." she said with exaggerated politeness, "you
were probably busy working and playing.  And we both know
how you like to play."
     
     They had not kissed, and Laura was overwhelmed by the
desire to kiss her, even though they were both still
somewhat uncomfortable.  Laura removed her coat.  Brandi took
it and threw it on the bed.
     
     "Not there," Laura said with a mock frown.  She picked
up her coat and put it on a chair.  "Over there."
     
     Brandi raised one eyebrow, eyes sparkling from mischief
and excitement.  "Why?  You have plans for that bed?"
     
     Laura moved close to her and took Brandi's lovely face
in both hands.  "If I don't kiss you, I'm going to pop," she
said softly.
     
     "Me too," Brandi said, getting the words only partly out
before Laura's mouth covered hers.
     
     It was a romantic, very long kiss.  Laura found herself
wondering in the middle of it if they had ever kissed so
long or so romantically.  I'll bet your husband doesn't even
kiss you this way, she thought, coiling her tongue around
Brandi's, running her fingertips up and down the incredible
hard muscles and silky smooth skin of Brandi's arms.
     
     "God, I've missed you," she panted, hugging Brandi and
gasping for breath as Brandi, phenomenally strong, hugged her
back.
     
     Both of them were crying, hugging, kissing, tasting the
salt of each other's tears.  "I've never kissed any woman
but you," Brandi wept.  "But god I missed it."
     
     "I want to lick your shoulders, like I wanted to the
first time," Laura wept softly too.
     
     "And you did," Brandi giggled.
     
     "I know.  Can I do it again?"
     
     "You know . . . it led to something very exciting.  Are
you sure we can take it?"
     
     "I'm willing to try if you are."
     
     Brandi pulled her close again, kissing her neck,
kneading Laura's ass with her fingers.  "Why don't we take
off our clothes and just lick each other all over?" she
breathed.
     
     Laura was gripped unexpectedly by a sharp shiver.  "Oh
god, yes!"  Brandi began to remove her blouse, but Laura's
hand stopped her.  "I want to undress you."
     
     Brandi shot her a dangerous grin.  "You and about a
thousand others," she said.
     
     "I'll bet it's more than a thousand," Laura teased as
she turned Brandi around and began to lower the zipper.
     
     But Laura was incapable of simply taking off Brandi's
clothes.  She had to kiss every inch of skin that came into
view, starting with Brandi's incredible back.  She had
forgotten how hard Brandi's body was.  Recently, only Kendra
had a comparably hard body, and Kendra's was not in this
league at all.
     
     "Mmmm, you're so hard and silky smooth at the same
time," Laura murmured, kissing Brandi's shoulder blades, and
the deep groove where her spine sank between two long smooth
ridges of hard muscle.
     
     Brandi giggled throatily.  "Pretty white lady, lots of
people want to fuck me, but nobody ever kissed my naked back
like you do."
     
     Laura unclasped Brandi's bra clasp.   She kissed the
skin where it had been, sliding her hands up Brandi's hard,
rippling stomach muscles and under the now-loose bra cups,
closing them over Brandi's small now-naked breasts.  She
squeezed them and lightly pinched Brandi's swelling nipples.
     
     Brandi's breathing accelerated.  "Look . . ." she said,
turning.  "You can't have all the fun.  I get some too."
     
     Quickly, they undressed each other, kissing again in
more and more feverish passion.  Their hands raced over each
other's naked flesh, and they began to feel a sexual urgency
that they had been trying to control so far.
     
     "I don't know how we waited this long," Laura panted,
kissing and biting Brandi's neck, dropping her mouth to one
small breast and sucking Brandi's shiny black nipple deep
into her mouth.
     
     "Unhhh!" Brandi gasped.  "Oh god, I don't either!"
     
     Her delicious naked black body rippled with muscles,
and Laura had forgotten the thrill of running her hands all
over it, feeling the tensile strength under the smooth black
skin.  She realized that people were all wrong about the
body building girls.  She had slept with men and with women,
but Brandi's body was unique.  She was fiercely strong, but
not like a man.  Instead, she was wildly sexy and feminine,
but with a powerful underlying physical superstructure.  She
was soft and vulnerable but throbbing and pulsing with
potential power and threatening strength.
     
     And even though she was aching and throbbing with lust
for Brandi, she also realized something else.  Perhaps
because she was no longer competing, Brandi's body contours
seemed softer, smoother, less sharp and angular and bulky.
But she was clearly no less strong than before.
     
     She had Laura on her back in seconds, swarming over
her, then rolling over onto her own back as Laura swarmed
back.  The motel room's bed was very solid and secure.
Otherwise, they would have brought it down through their
athletic embraces and rough, struggling passion.
     
     "Girl," she panted to Laura, "let's stop wrestling and
do it.  I'm dying to do it with you."
     
     Laura giggled softly.  "We are doing it, silly.  What
do you think this is, a tea party?"
     
     She slid quickly down Brandi's magnificent body, between
her huge, muscular thighs, and began to lick the swollen,
blossoming flower of Brandi's open, wet, very wet pussy.  She
realized that she hadn't forced herself on Brandi, but that
Brandi had been craving this for a while.
     
     "Darling, you're so wet for me," she purred, slithering
her tongue up into Brandi's warm, juicy slit.
     
     "Ohhhh!" Brandi moaned, twisting, all her marvelous
glossy muscles flexing and straining.  "Oh . . . Laura oh
that feels so good, oh what have done without you!  Unhhh!
Oh yes, right there!  Do that again . . . just like that!
Ohhhhhh!"
     
     "I'm going to make you come so hard," Laura panted.
     
     "You're already doing it . . . oh yes!  Oh Jesus!"
Brandi gasped, looking down her ripping, gleaming black body
at Laura's face in her crotch.
     
     "I don't want you to come yet," Laura teased,
petulantly.  She stopped licking Brandi's puckered,
glistening, bright pink, black-lipped pussy and stroked it
gently with her fingers, getting them wet with flowing
juice.  "I want to drink your sweet juices, and drive you
crazy."
     
     But Brandi was nearly delirious with fuck-hunger.  Her
hips shuddered as she gyrated them, and her eyes beseeched
Laura.  "Oh Laura . . . please!"
     
     With her thumbs, Laura pulled away the glossy black
hood from which Brandi's erect clit was already protruding.
She bent down and licked it, running her tongue all over it,
until Brandi began to whimper, out of control, writhing now,
quivering helplessly.  This was what she loved Laura for,
the ability to reduce her, the powerful, formidable, six-
time Ms. Olympia, to a helpless, mewling sex-slave.
     
     And Laura would never deny how much it excited her too.
She knew Brandi was going to come any second, and she wanted
to draw out the sweet torture as long as she could, if only
to give Brandi something to remember when they parted.  She
slid up Brandi's hard, over-muscled body, kissing her
fiercely rippled stomach, then her small, firm breasts
again, teasing, then almost swallowing Brandi's gleaming
black nipples, sucking one whole breast into her mouth, then
the other, until Brandi was completely out of control.
     
     "Oh baby . . . you're so hungry, so hungry," Laura
cooed to her, thrilling to the sexual undulations of Brandi's
magnificent body.
     
     "Oh!  Oh god, Laura!" Brandi panted, her dark eyes
streaked with feverish need.  "Please . . . Laura!  Please!"
     
     "Oh yes, darling, yes.  How could I deny you?"
     
     Now Laura slid back down the sleekly-muscled torso,
nestling between the huge, glossy, powerful thighs, and
again pressed her lips to Brandi's beautiful, inflamed pussy.
Her tongue slipped inside the warm, wet, tangy pit, and she
sucked the juices deep into her mouth, swallowing and tongue-
fucking Brandi rapidly at the same time, until in her
delirium of sexual excitement she briefly thought she might
come too, when Brandi did, just from the thrill of this
moment.
     
     But now there was no slowing down or stopping Brandi.
Her phenomenal body clenched, every magnificent muscle
straining in fierce need, and she suddenly erupted in spasms
of a wrenching orgasm.  At first only a tight, hysterical
mewling came from deep in her throat as her sleek flesh
contracted in an acute spasm of ecstacy.  But then she cried
out as the wrenching shocks began to seize her.
     
     "Auunnghhh!  Ohhggnn!  Oh god . . . sweet suffering
Jesus, that feels good!  Unghhh!  Oh Laura yes yes!  Unghh!
Oh yes . . . auunngghhh!" she groaned, her powerful, sleek
body surging off the bed as the waves of sharp coming shook
her.
     
     At the last second, Laura slid two fingers up into
Brandi's greasy, spasming channel, fucking her with them at
the same time that she sucked and tongue-stabbed Brandi's
clit.  Brandi's orgasm was at least as strong, and as wet, as
any Laura had ever seen her have, and it was minutes before
she was herself again.  By then, Laura was shivering with
sexual need herself, and Brandi knew it.
     
     Laura's hand was covered with aromatic cunt juices, and
there was a large damp spot on the sheet.  But the bed was
big, and they slid over to a dry part.  Laura smiled and
quivered as she wiped off her hand on the sheet.
     
     "Ooooh, I made a little messy, didn't I," Brandi said,
regaining her voice.
     
     "I love it when you come all over me," Laura panted.
     
     "I think you've been deprived for too long of Ms.
Olympia's thigh, my sweet, my darling pretty white lady,"
Brandi murmured to Laura, rolling Laura onto her back and
kissing her naked body everywhere.
     
     Gazing hotly up into Brandi's riveting black eyes, Laura
felt a deep shudder permeate her entire body.  Apart from
the depraved, even sick sexual episodes she had shared with
Karen, and a few times with Earlene, she had never
experienced orgasms as completely shattering and heart-
stopping as she did when Brandi had `thigh-fucked' her in the
past.  But Brandi was not willing to give in so quickly.
     
     She kissed and sucked Laura's breasts, her smooth flat
belly, continuing downward.  "I know what you want,
darling," she purred.  "But I have to taste this sweet sweet
pussy first.  I want to taste you too."
     
     "Ohhhh!  Oh . . . Brandi!" Laura gasped.  "Unhhhh!"
     
     Her whole body ran with fire as Brandi's lips touched
her pussy, and Brandi's tongue slipped into the aching center
of her wet slit.  Somehow until this moment the full
emotional impact of being in bed again with Brandi after not
seeing her for over a year struck Laura full force.  They
had shared some very sweet and intense moments, and Brandi's
mouth reawakened her memory of them, and her body responded
incredibly.
     
     Twisting and moaning incoherently, she came almost
immediately.  Clotted cries of sharp pleasure escaped from
her throat.
     
     "Onngghhh!  Oh god!  Ungghhaaunnngghhh!  Oh god Brandi
oh god yes!  Ungghhh!" she groaned as the sharp spasms
wracked her writhing body.
     
     It was a quick, shuddering orgasm that left her limp
and panting, stunned by the speed of it, and desperately in
love with Brandi, wanting more.
     
     "Mmm, you came quick, pretty white lady," Brandi smiled,
kissing her.
     
     Laura could taste her own pussy juices on Brandi's lips
and was amused at how she didn't mind it.  "I couldn't help
it," she croaked softly.  "I haven't felt your tongue in my
pussy for over a year."
     
     Brandi looked at her dangerously, her eyes suddenly
hooded, her gaze daring and hot.  She ran one fingertip
along the glossy, hard ridge of one hugely muscled thigh, a
paragon of sleek, powerful beauty.  "Or this," she
whispered.
     
     Laura felt her heart race.  Even though she had just
come, she felt a twinge and a throbbing deep inside her
pussy.  Both of them knew how this controlled brutality both
drew them together and forced them apart.  It was indeed the
reason they had not seen one another for this long.  But now
they could not avoid it.
     
     Silently, Brandi moved off the bed to the easy chair,
sitting in it with one knee and thigh outstretched so that
Laura could straddle it.  Laura's heart was beating so fast
that she wondered if she might just faint, or die, before
she could get over to Brandi.  On wobbly legs, she lurched to
the chair, and Brandi caught her as she stumbled.
     
     "Careful there, darling," she whispered.
     
     Laura giggled.  "I know you're strong enough to catch
me."
     
     "You got that right.  And to fuck you, too."
     
     "Oh god."
     
     She straddled Brandi's hard thigh, and Brandi held her
hips, lowering her open pussy onto the black, gleaming
muscle.  Brandi kissed her at the same time, passionately.
     
     "If I fuck you hard . . . you have to fuck me hard
back," she whispered to Laura, her eyes swimming with hot
sex.
     
     Laura held her beautiful face in both hands, looking
deep into her eyes.  "You know I will."
     
     An eager smile curved the corners of Brandi's wildly
sensual mouth.  "Hold on, you lovely girl.  I've been
dreaming of the time we would do this again."
     
     "Can I hold on to these marvelous shoulders?" Laura
smiled.
     
     Brandi smiled back but said nothing.  Instead, she began
to pull and push Laura's hips, sliding Laura's wet pussy
back and forth on the phenomenal hard ridge of her thigh
muscle.  The next ten minutes were among the most exquisite
sexual moments Laura had gone through in the past year.  She
had already come once, and so the possibility that she might
come again too quickly was erased.
     
     They both knew it, and Brandi capitalized on it to
prolong the sweet agony to the furthest limits.  Her strong
hands moved Laura's slick, wet pussy back and forth on her
thigh muscle slowly, and she flexed the muscle at the same
time so that Laura could feel it moving, stiffening,
relaxing, clenching into an iron mass, then slackening.  At
the same time, she hungrily but with controlled fire
devoured Laura's naked breasts, sucking and gently biting
Laura's nipples, savaging them, until Laura was whimpering
and barely able to control her growing sexual hysteria.
     
     And Brandi made it last.  Even though Laura was
trembling and mewling incoherently, her body completely
vulnerable to Brandi's controlled strength, Brandi refused to
deliver the final stroke.  For nearly ten minutes, pausing
when Laura veered toward a climax, slowing down, stopping,
then slowly speeding up again, she brought Laura to the edge
repeatedly, murmuring to her as she passionately sucked
Laura's nipples.
     
     "Oh . . . you like me to fuck you, don't you, girl,"
Brandi murmured softly, hoarsely, panting too.  "You like it
when I suck your pretty nipples hard like this, don't you.
You love to feel my thigh in your pussy . . . it makes you
want to come so hard, doesn't  it, Laura.  I've missed you,
Laura.  I would never dare fuck this way with anybody else.
Oh god . . . you want to come, don't you, pretty white lady.
You're getting pretty hot.  You want me to rape you now,
don't you.  Don't you."
     
     "Oh god yes!   Oh god yes!" Laura begged.
     
     Now, with superlative, confident strength, Brandi lifted
her and placed her on her back in the middle of the bed.
The sight of Brandi's magnificent, black, gleaming, heavily-
muscled, panther-like body crouching over her was acutely
arousing to Laura, who realized that the slightest contact
now with Brandi's thigh would make her come in a nearly life-
threatening convulsion.  Oh fuck me, darling, fuck me! her
eyes begged Brandi.
     
     And Brandi smiled, receiving the message in Laura's
gaze.  Carefully, with her fingers she pulled open Laura's
cunt lips again, then lowered the hard ridge of muscle into
the glistening, inflamed gash of Laura's pussy.  Laura
nearly fainted.  Brandi knew Laura was going to come too, any
second.
     
     Holding Laura's hips, she began to push her hard-
clenched thigh muscle into Laura's pussy.  Then she drew it
up and down in the slimy, throbbing trench, moving faster,
and harder, each instant, quickly bringing Laura to a fever
pitch of almost unbearable need.  And now Brandi began to
deliver on her promise, mashing her huge, bulging, iron-hard
thigh muscle into Laura's splayed, aching, flooding pussy.
     
     "Yes . . . fuck me hard!  Fuck me hard!  Awoonnggg!
Ungh!" Laura groaned as Brandi's powerful thigh crunched into
her pussy, ramming her cunt again and again.
     
     The sensations were amazing.  She had forgotten the
power of Brandi's sleek body, and the hard steel cord of her
thigh muscle grinding up and down in the warm wet furrow of
her pussy, pulverizing her clit and making her whinny and
shudder helplessly in the grip of phenomenal hot sexual
flashes.  Sometimes in the past Brandi had also been swept up
in the storm, coming almost as soon as Laura did, her own
cunt glued to Laura's thigh.  But this time she was
engrossed in raping Laura as thoroughly and as hard as she
knew Laura craved, and her fingers bit into Laura's flesh as
her thigh repeatedly punished Laura's aching slit.
     
     But she soon lost the ability to do anything but groan
and whimper as the massive bulk of Brandi's powerful thigh
continued to crunch into her ravished pussy, mashing her
cunt lips and mangling her clit, pumping, crushing her
pussy, until she was ravening in a maniacal fit of lust,
cawing and groaning and pushing her groin up into each
successive punishing thrust.
     
     The sweet brutality of it was so intense that Laura
began to come in the middle of one surging, flexing thrust
of Brandi's incredible thigh.  The breath seemed to leave her
body, and she briefly passed out as the fierce, volcanic
seizures of a debilitating orgasm wrenched her helpless
flesh.  For several seconds, she emitted no sound but a
faint, hysterical sobbing as her body exploded in fierce
convulsions.
     
     Then her breath returned.  "Auugghnnn!  Oh god . . .
Brandi!  Auugghnnn!"
     
     For a brief moment she lost consciousness again,
somehow feeling as if she had been struck by lightning.  And
Brandi continued fucking her while she climaxed, prolonging
everything, bringing fresh, wrenching spasms right behind
the earlier ones, making Laura groan and cry out again as a
second orgasm shook her already-tortured body.
     
     "Ohnnggg!  Oh shit . . . oh god yes Brandi oh god yes
yes!  Ungh!  Auungghhhiieee!"
     
     The coming was so intense that it was almost painful
before Brandi began to ease up, and the spasms began to
soften and then die away.  Laura was shattered, her body
limp and slack, her face wet with tears, her breath only now
returning to normal.  She finally revived enough to look at
Brandi, who smiled at her as she wiped Laura's cuntslime off
her gleaming thigh with the edge of a blanket.
     
     "Was it as good as you remembered?" she asked Laura.
     
     "Oh god."
     
     Brandi lay down next to her to kiss her tenderly.
"Remember when I said we would kill each other if we did
this very often?"
     
     Laura nodded.  She could feel her body, and incredibly
her lust too, reviving as she stroked Brandi's incredible
hard body.  "Now it's my turn to `kill' you," she murmured.