This story involves interracial lesbian orgies

Sandra and Thelma undressed and hid their clothes behind
a bush by the lake. They kissed with open mouths and
caressed each other’s breasts and delicately matured
buttocks with tender movements. They looked like two
black nymphs, one tall and slim, the other a bit shorter
and fat, as they embraced at the waterfront. The sun was
setting behind the treetops. In less than an hour’s time
the place would be completely dark.

“What we… should do… is to take a quick… swim…
and then… catch some fish,” Thelma sighed between
their sopping kisses.

“Uhu… and don’t forget the camp fire,” Sandra agreed
with a horny smile.

“To hell with that,” Thelma whispered and wrestled her
friend to the ground. They wrapped their strong thighs
around each others necks an went at it without any
further foreplay.

38-year old Sandra stabbed into her three years younger
lover’s anus with a saliva-drenched index-finger as she
started sucking on the thick dark rose. Thelma responded
with a rapid, tickling motions up and down the wet and
tasty labia. Now and then, she would fill her mouth with
the creamy, transparent liquid and swallow it. The
finger up her ass spread a familiar, burning sensation
through her entire body, even though it hardly moved at
all.

They made feverish, hasty love on the deserted beach.
The slurping and sucking noises always had excited them
both, so they let go completely. Thelma held her own
orgasms until Sandra’s body started to quiver. When she
relieved herself, Thelma felt as if the earthquaked and
everything around them ceased to exist.

Early next morning, Thelma found herself alone in the
tent. The sharp taste of cunt in her mouth brought back
vague memories of a quickie just before dawn. She
stretched out her six foot tall and well-trained body,
yawned and hoped that her girlfriend was out fishing.
Grilled fish for breakfast beat just about anything,
apart from sex. Sandra returned empty-handed, but with
some unexpected news.

“Guess what?”

“What?”

“We’ve got company.”

“Shit!”

“No, Sir! There are two gorgeous teenage-girls at the
other side of the lake. And I mean Gorgeous!”

“Wait a minute! Are we talking about a pair of white
pussies, half our age, camping out here?”

“Uhu.”

“And why the hell are you so excited? They’re probably
saving their cherries for a couple of dumb football-
players.”

“I don’t think so.” Sandra smiled at her little secret.

“Yes?”

“I watched them kiss. More than once.”

“You chicken hawk you! And the next time you take
advantage of me when I’m half asleep, I’m gonna skin you
alive, you fat bitch!”

“You loved every second of it.”

“Thanks for telling me.” Thelma turned her face away.

“I love you, Thelma.” Sandra kissed her left shoulder
and waited. A few minutes passed.

“I love you too. Now, let’s catch something for
breakfast.”

***

Two girls at about 20 years old, wearing nothing but
bright pastille-colored bikini-bottoms, returned to
their tent after a walk in the woods.

“A great hide-out,” said the taller and slimmer of the
two. Her name was Linda. She kept her long, blond hair
tied up in a ponytail that almost reached down to her
well-shaped ass.

“A great make-out nest,” Maria, her pale and stout
friend, responded with a vulgar smile. She wet her lips
with the tongue and started stroking her huge breasts.
Her white skin was covered with thousands of cute
freckles. The short and curly hair appeared almost
unnaturally red, or rather orange, in the bright
sunlight.

“Stop it, you horny little tramp!”

“Stop what?” She started moving her hips to some
pretended music and closed her eyes. Linda bent down,
kissed her on the forehead and sighed.

Linda was a head taller than Maria, but yet at least ten
pounds lighter. She was a bit shy, except in Maria’s
company, and would rather spend a Saturday night at home
with a good book, or even better, with her chubby and
sexy friend, than out on the streets drinking beer and
smoking pot with people who weren’t really her friends.
And she had had a few objections to this combined
camping-, fishing- and hunting-trip. She didn’t approve
to cruelty to animals in any way. Linda couldn’t
understand the pleasure in killing a beautiful bunny, or
even a little bird. She had agreed to come along, but
under protest. Maria on the other hand, had an appetite
for lots of dubious things, and very few, if any,
scruples. She had smiled at Linda and told her that she
regarded herself as a higher life-form than all animals
on earth, and therefore had the right to do whatever she
pleased to them. Apart from being a cruel animal-killer,
she was the best friend anybody could dream of. And a
very skillful and inventive sex-partner. Somehow, they
were a perfect couple. And very much in love.

Linda kneeled in front of her dancing friend and reached
out her tongue. Breathless and dazed by the teasing
show, she started to lick the freckled skin around the
nipples. What she felt as she admired the wonderfully
shaped and heavy, dangling breasts, wasn’t envy or some
kind of raw sexual lust. It reminded her of the pure,
passionate moments of worship, when she had still
believed there was a god who was there to look after
her. But God didn’t moisten her cunt, or turned her
nipples so stiff they almost ached.

She squeezed Maria’s big ass-cheeks as she started
sucking on the raspberry-sized nipples with saliva
running down her chin. A couple of minutes later, Maria
broke the spell:

“Sometimes you behave like a nun with a chastity-belt,
and sometimes you give head like a real professional.
Let’s go inside, I’m hungry.” Linda got up and followed
Maria to the tent.

***

Maria stretched out her body in the grass and loaded the
fine-caliber rifle. She wore nothing but an X-Large,
pink T-shirt that managed to cover most of her fat ass.
Her body still bore the marks of the sweaty wrestling-
match in the tent. A large black bruise on her right arm
reminded her of a sharp knee that crashed into her as
she flattened Linda to the ground and tried to force her
to eat pussy. The power, the wrath as her lover struck
back had shocked her. And so had the pain. Through the
tears, for a split second, she had seen a couple of soft
but firm buttocks, before it went dark.

She had paid the loser’s price with an almost paralyzed
arm and a battered pride. When Linda were done, she had
laughed at her:

“Serves you right, rapist!”

The two girls then kissed and assumed their favorite
position. They scissored their legs around each other,
let their pussies meet in a dripping wet kiss and
started to make slow, rhythmic and rocking love, the way
they always did.

Maria still had the sweet taste of Linda’s juices on her
tongue and on her skin as she squeezed the trigger. The
sharp Bang! echoed for a second or two. A small cloud of
feathers seemed to hang silently in the air for a
moment, as the wing-clipped bird hit the ground.

The usual sparkling sensation in her stomach and between
her legs, the raw tickling of triumph as she watched the
twitching bird. She knew the whole thing was sick and
cruel, but she couldn’t resist it.

The young huntress helped herself to a brutal, pulsating
orgasm by pressing her thick, pale thighs together, as
the little bird slowly died before her eyes.

“Nice shooting girl, but what’s all the moaning about,
you in pain white girl?” Maria turned around. The deep
and calm voice belonged to a tall black Amazon in a pair
of red shorts and a yellow T-shirt with the words “Black
Power” over her small, pointy breasts.

“You a mute or what?” She looked down on her with a
bemused smile on her face.

“I bet you don’t have a license for that, and I bet it’s
not even yours. You steal it?”

“No… I-I… It’s my dad’s.” Maria, who never took
orders, who always took command in situations like
these, was completely stunned. She felt as if she was
under a spell. All she could do was stare.

“Oh, I see… Daddy’s little girl, out hunting on her
own… Well, hand me that gun.” Maria did, without
hesitation.

“Now, let’s have some live-target practice. By the
way… Name’s Thelma.”

“Uh… Maria.”

“Uh-Maria. That’s weird!” They both started laughing.

“Shooting for fun, for dinner… or both?”

“I guess… both.”

“That’s right girl! Always be honest to yourself. No
hypocritical bullshit, just do it!”

And five birds later they did it, right there, using
their trigger-fingers as tender, exploring tentacles,
using their lips and tongues to relieve each other and
to kiss away the fresh sweat of a hunting-trip turned
into a delicate 69.

***

Early in the afternoon, Linda was wandering through the
woods by herself. They had made love like a pair of
shameless bitches. At noon, when Linda had woken up
after the battle, both Maria and her light rifle had
been gone.

She loved the peace, the tranquility of the wilderness.
The air was fresh and the water was clean. But it was
getting too hot. She took off her T-shirt and headed
down the slope, towards the lake.

Wait, stop! She heard something and dove behind a tree.

“Oh no, you’re not getting anywhere! Come to mummy!”

At first, Linda thought the words was meant for her, and
froze. Seconds later, she caught a glimpse of a huge
naked black woman, unhooking a squirming fish and then
breaking its neck. Linda hissed as the woman, old enough
to be her mother, bent over to wash her hands. She had a
good view of her enormous and sexy ass, as well as her
rim and the pretty, clean-shaven cunt.

She must weigh at least 200 pounds, and she’s no taller
than me, she thought as she breathlessly admired the
black fisherwoman, that then turned to her right and
exposed a perfect set of gigantic tits. Huge as they
were, they still appeared firm and shapely. Linda grew
hard and wet. There was no way she could turn around and
walk away from this black goddess. At least not yet. But
would she dare to approach… Suddenly, fate gave her a
helping hand. An angry, demanding voice called out: “HEY
GIRL! GET YOUR WHITE ASS DOWN HERE! NOW!!”

Linda silently obeyed.

“What do you mean by sneaking up on me like that?”

“Oh, nothing. I was just… just…”

“Didn’t your mother teach you anything, white girl?”

“But I was just…”

“Yeah, you were just drooling over my black ass, weren’t
you?!”

“Please… I didn’t mean too…”

“WEREN’T YOU?!” The woman kept her pinned with her dark-
brown eyes like a snake hypnotizing its prey. Linda
burst into tears. But the fear soon turned to anger:

“I’M SORRY! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY, YOU FAT
PIG? DO YOU OWN THIS BLOODY LAKE OR WHAT? YOU… YOU…”

“That’s more like it, girl.” She was shaking with
laughter by now. Linda gaped in disbelief.

“You’re making fun of me!”

“No, no, just teasing. I’m sorry if I went a bit too
far.”

“Eeeh…” Linda swallowed twice. “I’m sorry I yelled at
you… and called you a fat pig.”

“Well… I am fat!”

“You’re not a pig.”

“That could be discussed.” She smiled, leaving Linda
puzzled about what she really meant by that.

***

Two hours later, they were the best of friends, despite
the age-difference. Linda caught four fine fish and
Sandra taught her how to kill them with her bare hands.
The horny girl could hardly keep her eyes off the huge
tits that dangled like swinging watermelons every time
the powerful woman moved her body.

The sexual tension between them increased. Linda knew
what was about to happen. And she knew that meant
betraying Maria. But nothing could stop her now. Their
eyes met. The time is now, she thought and placed a wet
kiss on Sandra’s thick, inviting lips.

Sandra embraced the slim girl, as their tongues played
hide-and-seek in the hot afternoon air. The fat tease
laid down on her back with widely spread legs. Linda
hesitated for a moment, then sank down on her face. The
cunt before her eyes was well beyond her dirtiest
dreams, an erotic masterpiece of dark red and purple
flesh, with a big, hard blood-red clit exposed to her
mouth.

She kissed the beautiful labia and breathed in the
salty, kinda fishy odor of fully-grown woman, for the
first time in her life. The sexual lips were so thick,
so soft, so delicious… A delightful pain rocked her
young body, as Sandra’s finger drilled its way into her
tight asshole, and her tongue simultaneously dug into
her pink virgin-pussy, carefully avoiding the clit.
Linda moaned, but continued tongue-massaging Sandra’s
mussle-tasting labia in her curious manner.

They traded orgasms in each other’s faces and then
rolled over. Something cold and slippery moved under
Linda’s right buttock, when Sandra almost smothered her
with black flesh and spicy love juices as she started
rubbing her cunt against Linda’s mouth and nose.

Then came that twitching again, and this time she knew
exactly what it was. One of the fish she’d caught had
somehow survived a broken neck, and got stuck in the
middle of this steaming woman-to-girl-combat. The spasms
of its death-struggle under her sensitive ass-flesh
matched perfectly with the tongue running in little
circles around her stiff clit.

She drank Sandra’s fluids eagerly. It tasted a lot
different than Maria’s. The flavor was more… full,
stronger and softer at the same time. Sexier. And she
was an amazing pussy-eater. Linda came again and
again… She wouldn’t let it stop. Not in this life…

Sandra was taking her places she’d never been to before,
to heights that brought a kind of feverish dizziness to
her frenzied mind. When she started falling, there was
nothing, not a single ounce, left of her girlish shyness
or polite manners. She grunted into the hot mass of meat
that surrounded her face, and started to finger-fuck the
negro-goddess in the ass with the left hand’s thumb.

Linda wasn’t taking any prisoners. She went at it with a
brutal appetite and stabbed, stabbed, stabbed… A few
minutes later everything went red, pink and purple and
then seemed to explode, as she fell into the most mind-
blowing series of orgasms she had ever had.

Sandra awaited the moment and joined her. They became
one shivering body, one flesh, one ecstasy, that
eventually collapsed in a sweat-soaked heap on the
ground. Fortunately with Linda on top.

Sandra sighed as she stroke the girl’s firm pear-shaped
breasts.

“Wow! And you’re only 20 years old. I can’t even imagine
what it would be like to make love to you in about ten
years time.”

“You got me started, you fat pig,” Linda whispered with
a crooked smile on her face. They kissed again.

“Your place or my place? For the sequel, I mean.”

When they arrived to the girls tent they smelled grilled
meat of some kind, and saw Maria and Thelma involved in
a serious and very deep kiss.

“Looks like your friend, the hunter, caught herself some
nasty bitch today.”

“I’m hungry. I could do with some food.” Linda couldn’t
help but feeling jealous when she watched Maria doing
what she herself had been doing recently, with a total
stranger. But time would heal the wounds she thought and
grabbed Sandra’s hand…

Leave a Reply