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 naïve."

"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.