[Chanitra]

 

 

Laura had been so upset by running into Shontay in the hallway outside the door to her own apartment, from which she and the gorgeous Taneesha had just emerged after hours of the most thrilling sex, that she had completely overlooked the fact that she might also run into Deshona—or worse, Charles, or even Taneesha's mother—while delivering Taneesha back to her aunt's house in Burlingame. But, as Taneesha reassured her, Deshona had not yet returned from her business trip. And, fortunately, Charles's black Corvette was nowhere to be seen.

That left only Taneesha's mother. The mere thought of this made the slut in Laura rise to the surface. After all, Taneesha was gorgeous, Deshona, whose sister Taneesha's mother was, was also gorgeous. Laura had now slept with them both and could still tingle and quiver all over at the mere memory. She must be just beautiful too, Laura thought. How could she not be beautiful?

"Want to come in and meet my mother?" Taneesha asked innocently, as if reading Laura's mind.

"Oh . . . I don't think I'd better. She might get the wrong idea."

Taneesha smiled sassily, knowingly. "She would never, like, ever believe what we've been doing."

Laura could not contain her curiosity. "What did your Auntie say that day . . . after I left?" she asked in a low, conspiratorial voice, even though they were both inside the car.

Taneesha's expression turned devilish, mischievous. Then she put on a face of perfect innocence. "I can't remember."

"Of course you can."

"She said . . . to forget anything I heard or she'd kill me. I don't think she meant it, but she looked like she would."

Laura didn't know why this was sexually exciting, but it was. She knew Deshona would not 'kill' Taneesha. The thought that she herself had exuberantly screwed them both made her shiver, and the thought that one had overheard her screwing the other made it even more exciting.

"Just don't brag about us, okay?" Laura said, hoping she wasn't groveling to this little schemer. "I mean, what we did is between us."

Taneesha got suddenly all starry eyed. "Oh god, I know. Like, I would never tell anybody. I promise."

Laura got two business cards out of her purse. She gave one to Taneesha and made the girl write down her home phone number, for Laura, on the other one. Then Taneesha, popped out of the car and into the house, pausing only momentarily for a brief but significant wave before disappearing inside.

Laura had a lot of time on the drive back to think about Shontay. She could still see the tears slowly sliding down Shontay's cheeks, there in the dim hallway, and the stricken look in her odd, wonderful eyes. Yet she knew Shontay was not in love with her. Or is she? Laura wondered.

Being herself the one who always fell in love too easily, Laura was always a little surprised when the tables were turned. Goodness, don't they know what a little tramp I am? she wondered. Don't they know I can't keep my hands off any of them?

But she had to acknowledge that Shontay had been shocked and devastated to catch her with Taneesha, who looked like anybody's fuck-dream. Shontay seemed to have fairly low self-esteem anyway, especially in the sex department, since she freely admitting having 'given it up' before her affair with Laura and was very self-conscious about being tall and thin. Laura had awakened in her a complex of feelings, physical and emotional, that were fresh, and new, and very intense. The idea that Laura might do the same thing to someone else had apparently never crossed her mind.

That, at least, Laura realized, accounted for the shock on her face. But the deep dismay and sadness she saw in Shontay's marvelous eyes had to be a reflection of a feeling she had for Laura that Laura had not suspected, or at least had ignored. Even remembering it made her feel like an absolute worm. She cares about me more than I ever realized, she thought.

Or should I say 'cared' about me? I'm sure it's all over now. Poor darling, I never meant to hurt her. I would do anything not to hurt her. She is so cold and imperious when I see her at work, but I know how vulnerable she is. This must have cut her to the quick. How do I patch it up? What can I say to her that will make it all right?

When she got home, she discovered that Taneesha had left a message on her voice mail.

"Hiiiiiiii, Laura. I didn't get to say thanks." Taneesha's voice was hushed, conspiratorial. "I hope you can hear me . . . I have to talk low. Like, I'm in Auntie Deshona's bedroom, using her phone. And like I'm sitting on the bed where you two did it . . . remember . . . when you [here was a raucous little laugh, quickly stifled] spanked her? But then, I'm sure you remember that. Like, seriously now, Laura, I wanted to tell you thanks. I never had sex like that in my life. You are one awesome person, I really mean it. I hope you get to Michigan real soon, like. I can't wait. I will never forget this afternoon. I know I didn't get to tell you . . . it all happened so fast . . . so I wanted to tell you now. Oh . . . one last thing. Next time, if you don't spank me like you spanked Auntie D., I will definitely call the New York Times and tell them about what a, like, pervert you are. [Another raucous giggle.] Only kidding. [Now very serious, almost solemn.] No joke, Laura . . . you really opened me up. I . . . like, I never came like that before. I can't wait until next time. Really. Okay, bye."

It was a sweet call, and Laura found herself instantly wondering how she could get to Michigan. But then her thoughts returned to Shontay. Oh god, she looked so hurt!

She tried calling her, but Shontay did not answer, if she was there. She too had voice mail, and when it came on, Laura abruptly hung up, too confused about her motives to leave a message. Did she want to apologize? Explain? Reassure Shontay that she still cared about her? What am I going to tell her, it was just a passing infatuation? I have one just like it three or so times a week?

You have done this kind of thing before, Laura. You coax some sweet, vulnerable thing out of her shell, turn her into a hot little hellion of fucking, then show up unexpectedly with some thrilling little coquette to crush her ego for good. You are scum.

She was unable to shake this feeling. At work, she went out of her way to avoid areas of the building where she might run into Shontay. And since she didn't see her once, she figured Shontay was doing the same to avoid her. Meanwhile, as if in penance, she tried to toe the straight and narrow, living a life of chaste indifference to sex for three whole nights, forcing herself not to hanker after April, or Shavon, or Randi, or any of her other thrilling sex partners, and trying to forget that Dawn was attending college each day with other attractive men and women, then sleeping each night next to Robert. After doing god knows what, Laura thought, feeling her stomach curdle.

But she knew Dawn loved her. Small comfort. Evidently Shontay had thought Laura 'loved' her, or something like it. Look what good it did her, Laura thought.

In this mood on Thursday evening after work she ran into Chanitra as she was coming out of the building.

"Hey, girl . . . I was afraid you weren't never gon' come out of there," Chanitra beamed, rushing over from beside the swinging doors and grabbing Laura's shoulder.

Laura broke into a huge grin. She had not seen Chanitra for months.

"You darling girl. Where have you been all my life?"

"Quick . . . over here," Chanitra said, pulling Laura over to a corner of the building, into the shadows. "Came here to see you . . . not that stuck up phony-ass sister of mine. Now she an Executive Director . . . whatever the fuck that is . . . she act like she Miss Negro America of the twenty-first motherfucking century. I can do without it. Anyways, she hates you and me being together." She jabbed Laura in the ribs with an elbow. "Wants it all for herself, I think."

Laura grinned. Chanitra, though she spoke ebonics impressively well, was not really a 'hood-rat or homegirl, having come from a lower middle class family along with her sister Yvette and several (Laura did not know how many) brothers. In fact, their father was a crane-operator, a rare and coveted skill, as Yvette had told Laura, and they had grown up comfortably. But it was part of Chanitra's image to talk trash, just as it was to wear her hair in enchanting beaded braids—short, shoulder-length braids, very unlike Randi's long ones, or Taneesha's very long ones, though a lot like those worn by Venus Williams, whom she physically resembled, except that Chanitra was prettier.

It was also part of her style to wear excruciatingly tight pants, and, weather permitting, midriff blouses that showed off, depending on her movements, large smooth areas of her beautiful dark back and stomach. Laura wondered if she didn't have a whole closet full of midriff blouses. Today she was dressed in a bright yellow one, and her jeans looked like they were about ready to split.

"You are a sight for sore eyes," Laura said, taking her all in.

Chanitra squint-smiled at her, a common expression with her but so close to the way Dawn also did it that Laura quailed inwardly at the resemblance. Chanitra was also very black, blacker even than Yvette, and very close to being as black as Dawn was.

"You just like looking at my fantastic booty," she teased Laura. "You and about five hundred other people, mostly men of course, on my way over here."

"I can't deny that I love to look at it," Laura murmured to her, under her breath, hoping there was no one nearby to hear them. "I could look at it for hours."

She had long thought it was the Ass of the Century, one that only a few others—Tiffany's, Jane's, now Dawn's—could even come close to. And now that they were in a new century, it was the Ass of the 21^st Century, still a peerless masterpiece of round, high, firm flesh, shapely beyond belief, an ass that made you believe there was a god after all, and that he (It?) loved young girl's beautiful round bottoms just as much as Laura did.

"You want to do more than look at it," Chanitra said, eyes flashing.

The last time they had been together, both now recalled at the same instant, had been the near-rape in one of Rhonda's spare upstairs bedrooms during the party for Yvette's promotion. Oh god, that was hot! Laura remembered, seeing the sparks glimmering in Chanitra's eyes too as she remembered the same thing.

"To what do I owe this wonderful surprise?" Laura asked. "Look, I'm just going to my car. Come on, I'll give you a ride."

Chanitra cocked her head playfully. "How you know I don't have a date? You be thinking since I dropped by to say hello that you can drag me off and do nasty things, right?"

Laura smiled indulgently. "Well . . . I wouldn't put it exactly that way. I am kind of fond of you, though."

Chanitra crinkled her nose. Then she stuck it high in the air, giving her head a theatrical tilt. "I guess I can think it over for a few minutes while you giving me a ride."

They had almost reached the garage where Laura's car was parked when they ran into Laura's old boyfriend Rob heading into the same garage. He was dressed in an expensive, tailored, navy blue, pinstriped suit and looked pretty sharp. Laura had not seen him for months, and her feelings about him had been ambivalent for even longer than that, but she could not deny that he looked pretty good, and she smiled back at him as he walked up to them, giving Chanitra an appraising glance at the same time, clearly liking what he saw. As who wouldn't, Laura thought.

Though they had shared some fairly stirring sexual experiences, Laura had not slept with him for a long time. Moreover, their last encounter had involved a night spent together in bed with Randi, a moment of bad judgment that had haunted Laura ever since. Randi had long been jealous of Laura's other girlfriends, and she took this opportunity to hurt Laura by beginning a torrid affair with Rob, who obligingly gave her his full attention, since he knew Laura would never focus exclusively, or even heavily, on him.

In effect, she had lost Randi to Rob, and yet it was not the end of the world for Laura, who had grown a little tired of Randi's possessive needs anyway. But the true folly of it became clear when Rob returned to his wife Camille, leaving Randi in the lurch. Laura had spent several scintillating hours in bed with Rob and Camille, too, and with Camille alone, and she felt entangled by now in a soap opera imbroglio of major proportions. She felt sorry for Randi, felt somehow responsible, and they resumed their relationship, though now on a more sporadic, less intense basis. But Rob . . . irrational though it seemed, she could not forgive him either for leaving Camille in the first place, or for thrusting Randi aside so unceremoniously when Camille beckoned him back.

She herself had long borne a small grudge against him too for joining his brother Eric, long ago, in trying to jam both of their huge hard dicks up into her pussy at the same time. It had been painful and shocking, and she had half-hated him ever since for acting so cavalier about it and not apologizing. Even Eric had apologized, but Rob . . . never.

And so she was reserved and skeptical now whenever their paths crossed, unwilling to be drawn into any more complications. But Rob was friendly and relaxed. Laura introduced him and Chanitra. Chanitra, all brass and sass with Laura, was now almost demure and faux cultivated with Rob as she gave him her slim, black, shapely hand. Laura would not have been surprised to see her curtsey.

"What a beautiful name," he said, all charm, staring straight into her eyes. "Chan . . . tell me how to pronounce it again?"

"ChanNEEtrah," she coached.

He actually kissed her hand. Oh, brother! Laura thought. He wants that delicious little black pussy of hers. And how could I blame him.

Laura found that she was wanting it a lot at this moment herself.

She turned in the direction of the parking garage, trying by her body language to coax Chanitra away. He's evil, she tried telepathically to send brain waves to Chanitra. He just wants to fuck you. He only wants your delicious body.

"Say hi to Camille for me," she said off-handedly to Rob, tugging Chanitra's elbow.

"Oh . . . that's over," Rob said. "Finally. We split. I'm living on my boat, down in the Marina. Say, if you two aren't busy you should come down and we'll take a little spin out on the bay before dinner. Have a couple of drinks."

"Just what we need, to go cruising with a drunk sailor," Laura cracked.

"Ooohhh god, that sounds wonderful!" Chanitra said, looking like she might wet her pants with excitement. "I never been on a boat like that. Out in the bay. Just see them all the time and wonder what it's like."

Laura could feel herself weakening too. Despite her experience with Rob and Randi, she was very tempted to yield. She could remember screwing Chanitra together with Karen, which had been an event that could very well lead off the 'highlights' film of her sexual career, it had been so hot, so perfect. The thought of pressing Chanitra's wonderful young body between her and Rob and fucking the dear thing until she screamed, all of it out there on the bay in Rob's boat, was almost too much to resist.

And, she reasoned, Chanitra was not looking for 'love,' like Randi had been, but for kicks. Did it make any sense to refuse her?

Chanitra could almost sense that Laura was weakening. "Pleeease, Laura!" she pleaded.

Laura made a face at her. "I don't think we can," she said to Rob. "Chanitra just told me that she has a date."

"No," Chanitra shook her head vigorously. "No, no. I don't. I was just playing with you. I don't have no date." She smiled alluringly at Rob. "Maybe you and I should just go on without Laura. She seem a little reluctant . . . maybe she tired after a long day."

"Oh, all right," Laura sighed. "Tell me how to get there. And most important, where to park."

Twenty minutes later, she and Chanitra were being lead by Rob onto a locked dock where he moored his boat, which was surrounded by other expensive vessels. Laura realized that Rob, a lawyer, was doing all right. His boat was not the biggest one in the marina, but it was still big, gleaming white, with bright blue tarps and shining spars. The smell of the water was invigorating.

He disappeared below to change, and minutes later he was guiding the boat out of the marina into the open bay. Both Laura and Chanitra were spellbound, standing at the rail near the helm, watching the seagulls and seeing the city's spires recede into the distance.

"God . . . I never been on a boat before," Chanitra said, in semi-hushed awe.

"You said that already," Laura teased her.

"I know. I can't help it. It makes me all excited. It's so cool." She leaned over and whispered to Laura. "He's a pretty good-looking dude, too. How long you been knowing him? I didn't know you liked dudes, Laura."

"I knew him a long time ago," Laura admitted. "Long before I met enchanting creatures like you."

"You mean before you realized you couldn't live without that hot black pussy?" Chanitra teased back. "You know, they say 'once you go black, you ain't never going back.'"

Laura could feel her temperature beginning to rise, in spite of the sea breezes. If we were alone, I would be all over her by now, she thought. And she knows it.

Glancing back over her shoulder while Chanitra gazed, spellbound, at the miles of water and the other distant ships and boats and massive bridges, Laura saw Rob's eyes on Chanitra's spectacular ass. She knew what he was thinking, or feeling, and he knew she knew. She, after all, and conspired with him to get his ex-wife, Camille, into a situation where he could fuck her in the ass. And he had also done it to Laura. He's dying to shove that big salami of his up her gorgeous rump, Laura thought.

Rob knew a nice little secluded cove on the eastern shore of Angel Island, and in a few minutes they were floating in it, no other boats in sight. He made cocktails all around, and they sat in deck chairs, enjoying the cool breeze, for it was still a warm evening. The drinks made both Laura and Chanitra relaxed and tingly, and when Rob went below briefly to check something, Laura leaned across and brushed her lips against Chanitra's impossibly smooth black cheek.

"I wish we were alone," she murmured.

Chanitra grinned. "Why, don't you think he want to do the same thing you do?" she murmured back.

"He probably does, but I have to warn you. He has a big thing."

"Can't be any bigger than my boyfriend D'Andre's. His is about a foot long. It don't bother me."

"Does he stick it up that beautiful round masterpiece your sitting on?"

"Shit, no. I don't let anybody do that." She crinkled her nose. "Except you and Karen. But I can trust you."

"Trust us to what?"

Rob returned before Chanitra could answer. Laura was still bending close to Chanitra, her lips only inches from Chanitra's cheek, and he raised one eyebrow.

"You girls aren't trying to exclude me, are you?" he said. "I mean, I'm the host. I think I should get to be a part of whatever fun you might be cooking up."

Laura leaned back. She knew Chanitra was willing, and she herself certainly was. Why should they keep dilly-dallying around about it?

"Why don't the two of us just start . . . and you can join in when the spirit moves you," she said, batting her eyelashes at him. "I haven't kissed this darling girl for months."

He smiled. "You know, this cove is pretty sheltered . . . and I don't often see other boats come in here. But just to be safe, why don't we go below."

Laura looked at Chanitra, seeking her assent.

"Sounds good to me," Chanitra squint-smiled. "I could use some 'fun' right about now."

They went 'below,' and Rob gestured to one of the bunks in the snug cabin. It was tautly made with a crisp white sheet folded down at the top over a taut navy blue blanket. The pillowcase was white enough to blind you. Laura found herself wondering if Rob had made up the bunk. He was perhaps more of a sailor than she had thought.

She also found herself wondering if he expected Chanitra and her simply to lie down on the bunk and begin fucking for his entertainment. She found that the best way to skirt her annoyance with him was to take Chanitra's hand, pull her close, and kiss her very romantically, ignoring him completely, and convincing Chanitra to ignore him too by the intensity of her kiss. After all, his hard male urgency would force itself on them sooner or later anyway, so why shouldn't they indulge their own desire for one another right now?

Why did she come by the office to catch my attention if she didn't want to do this? Laura asked herself, her mouth searching Chanitra's hungrily, her hands sliding up under the midriff blouse, caressing the smooth warm skin of Chanitra's back, then falling to her incredible bottom.

"God . . . it's been so long," she panted into Chanitra's lovely black neck.

"Too long," Chanitra panted back, ignoring Rob, as Laura had wished. Her eyes were shiny and sexy as she gazed into Laura's. "Do that again."

"What . . . this?"

Laura squeezed one firm round moon of Chanitra's ass with her hand. She squeezed it hard.

Chanitra nodded. "Yes. Want me to take it off? So you can put your hand on it and squeeze it?"

"I want to kiss it," Laura confessed, feeling almost inundated by a sharp rush of hot lust for the girl. "I want to kiss you everywhere."

"Oooohhhh good!" Chanitra laughed, unzipping her tight pants.

Rob seemed to have disappeared into the shadows of the cabin, willing to let them play out this scenario with him as a spectator only, biding his time, Laura knew. As far as she and Chanitra were concerned, he might as well not be there at all. They both stripped off their clothes in a mad rush, and Laura pulled down the taut blanket on the bunk, exposing more blinding white sheet.

She pulled the now-naked Chanitra down on it with her, embracing her eagerly, almost engulfing the girl's smooth, hard body in her arms. Chanitra was now nineteen, and her body was a little fuller than it had been when Laura had first slept with her at sixteen, her first teenager, something that could still trouble her when she realized the seriousness of it, but which of course had led to this, the two of them almost inhaling one another as if no other human being were present or mattered at all. Chanitra's body was fuller but no less hard and smooth and beautifully shaped, and Laura luxuriated in running her hungry hands all over it, now kissing her more ravenously than before.

"Oh god . . . where have you been all my life?" she gasped, echoing her earlier question, only half-kidding, scooping Chanitra's small, hard breasts up in her hands, lowering her lips to the girl's gleaming, puffy black nipples.

"Ooohhh Laura, I like that," Chanitra sighed as Laura licked and teased her delectable naked breasts, finally sucking her nipples gently, then more hungrily, lashing them with her tongue, watching them grow erect under her lips. "I like that a lot. You can keep doing that. Unhhhhh!"

Laura now fulfilled her most imperative desire by dropping her hands along the supple curves of Chanitra's marvelous back to her ass, still sucking Chanitra's nipples thirstily, but now cupping and squeezing the girl's peerless ass cheeks, digging her fingers passionately into the firm, impeccably round globes.

"Ohhh . . . Chan . . . you have such a beautiful ass," Laura panted, beside herself with lust for this girl's incredible body.

But Chanitra's mood briefly changed. With one hand she groped for Laura's chin and tilted Laura's face up to hers, frowning, though it was impossible to mistake the hot, pulsing sexual urgency in her eyes.

"Don't call me that, girl" she said softly, seriously. "Yvette call me that . . . the bitch. Don't want you calling me what she call me."

Laura wondered if something had happened between them, or if this was just common sisterly jealousy, or rivalry. "Of course . . . I won't," she said.

Chanitra squinted at her again. "You can continue what you were doing," she said. "It's driving me crazy. I can't get enough."

"Mmmmm," Laura purred, dropping her mouth again to Chanitra's wet, jutting nipples. "I'm going to swallow them."

"Oh good. Unhhhh! Oh yes! Oh shit, I like it when you do it hard. Nobody really want to do it hard but you, Laura."

The hot, sizzling sexual energy they were generating between them made both of them forget about Rob, who lurked in the corner, rubbing his suddenly expanding crotch through his pants. Laura was devouring Chanitra's young, lithe, naked body, kissing her smooth stomach, running her forefinger now up and down the deep crack between Chanitra's perfect moons.

"I want to kiss you everywhere . . . I want to lick your perfect pussy," she panted to Chanitra.

"I want to lick yours too," Chanitra gasped, her fingers digging into Laura's flesh almost as urgently as Laura's dug into hers. "Let's do a sixty-nine, and we can both have our way."

Laura reluctantly agreed, turning her body. She knew how hard it was for both partners to keep up their interest when the real shock waves started to hit, but she would do anything right now to press Chanitra's long naked body against hers and push her mouth into the girl's exquisitely-shaped cunt.

"Don't come before I do," she smiled at Chanitra over her shoulder as she straddled the girl's head with her thighs.

Chanitra squinted at her. "You better hurry, then," she panted.

But before they could get started, Rob made his presence known. He still had his shirt on, but he had shed his pants and was standing beside the bunk, looking down at them, his large cock jumping and twitching, shooting straight out from his groin and still on the way up.

"Any room in there for Junior?" he grinned.

"You right, Laura . . . his is as big as D'Andre's," Chanitra said in a hushed voice. "Didn't know white dudes had 'em that big."

Rob seemed to take this as an invitation to let her examine it more closely. Maneuvering himself onto the bunk behind Laura, he guided the throbbing shaft with one hand over Chanitra's face and slid it deep into Laura's pussy from behind, making her shudder and groan as she felt the huge thing penetrate her.

"Ungghhhh!" she groaned, throwing her head back.

Chanitra, on the bottom, reached up with one hand and held his dangling balls in her palm, pulling them out of the way so she could watch the wet stalk slide in and out of Laura's tight pussy as Rob began to fuck her slowly. It had been months since Laura had felt a real cock in her, and she was struck by how similar yet different it was from the strap-ons she and her friends had recently been playing with. It felt wonderful, and it was alive, hard, wet, and gristly, and Rob was very adept at probing with it, sliding it into her slowly, withdrawing it with cool patience, running his hands over her hips and caressing the small of her back as he slid it in again.

Maybe it's just the way he does it, she thought. He's good. But then, Rhonda and Yvette had been good too. Just different. Somehow with Rob she could sense that there was a potentially explosive power behind his thrusts. He didn't have to worry that the thing would slip, or fall off, and the more he fucked her, the harder his cock seemed to get.

Now he ran his hands up along her body, along her ribcage, then filled his palms with her swaying breasts, squeezing them sharply and plunging his stiff cock more aggressively into her pussy.

"Oh Laura . . . he fucking you hard," Chanitra panted under them, fascinated and aroused by the spectacle. "Does it feel good?"

"Ungghhhh! Oh! Yes . . . oh yes! Oh yes, it's . . . good! Ungghhh!"

"Mmmmm . . . girl, I'm gonna help him."

Chanitra could easily touch Laura's cock-engorged pussy with her tongue from her position on her back under both of them, her head between Laura's thighs, and as Rob began to rip his cock more deeply and rapidly into Laura's juicy slit, she began to flick Laura's clit with her tongue until Laura was absolutely, within seconds, at the no return point. This had all come as a very speedy shock to her since she had planned on devouring Chanitra's thrilling young body for many more minutes until they both erupted in star showers of coming, but Rob had taken all that away and replaced it with this hammering piston, which had, with Chanitra's help, brought Laura very quickly to the brink.

Half of her wanted just to give in, to explode in hot furies of wild coming, as she knew she was going to do any second, but the other half of her wanted it to stop, wanted it not to end so quickly. But she knew there was a natural rhythm to these things, and the fact that she was hovering on the edge of a killer climax seemed to arouse both Rob and Chanitra even further. Rob was really ripping his cock into her now, and jabbing her with short, powerful thrusts, while Chanitra was tickling both her clit and Rob's plunging stalk with her tongue, then sucking Laura's clit right above the pounding shaft, bringing Laura up to a blinding point of explosive rapture.

The beauty of the situation was heightened by the fact that she was lying face down on top of Chanitra's lean, supple young body, rubbing against it with each thrust from behind, feeling her body filled with Rob's enormous cock and also feeling her flesh tingle as Chanitra's resilient young warm flesh slid against it. The sensations were all so heavenly and acute that she knew she could not keep from coming, and she was right.

"Oh! Ahhnnnnggg!" she groaned, feeling a tornado of an orgasm begin to clutch her writhing body. "Oh god! Auunngghhmmnnggiieee!" she cried out, coming in a helpless frenzy, feeling Rob's stabbing cock impale her throbbing pussy and Chanitra's fingers dig into her ass as she swirled and bucked her groin back into him.

It was a more violent orgasm than she had had for a while, and it took her a few minutes fully to recover, so that she was not quite aware that Rob had not climaxed too until she noticed Chanitra and him as they gently helped her to the side of the bunk.

"I'm gonna have some of this one too," she heard Chanitra murmur and glanced over, still half-groggy from her orgasm, to see the girl holding Rob's erect, wet shaft in both hands and swirling her tongue around the ballooning, swollen head, looking up at him to see his reaction.

She apparently knew what she was doing, and Rob groaned softly, looking down at her thick, sensual lips as they enclosed the throbbing head of his cock, making it shine with her warm, glistening saliva, then curling her long tongue around the flaring wet bulb. He grimaced with intense pleasure, caressing her head, her swishing, beaded braids, then running one hand over the smooth, sleek muscles of her glossy shoulder.

Chanitra, apparently noticing that Laura had mostly regained her breath, glanced over at her. She squinted and smiled.

"You got him all charged up, Laura," she panted. "Now he gonna explode like a rocket." She ran her lips up and down Rob's twitching stalk. "I love to do this to D'Andre. I like to see how much he can shoot the first time." She winked at Laura. "Makes him slow down after that, too."

You little minx, Laura thought, smiling.

Rob was panting, his body clenching, his face reflecting a very acute pleasure as he watched Chanitra suck his cock.

"Oh! Unhhh!" he groaned softly.

"Mmmm . . . you like that, don't you," Chanitra smiled, licking his jumping, twitching wet rod from top to bottom, then back up to the top again. "Are you going to let it out? Is it coming? Is it coming soon? Give it to mama . . . yesssss . . . give it to mama . . . make that hot jizz come flying out . . . okay?"

Any other man would have come by now. Laura thought quickly of Eric, Danny, how a few sharp sucks were enough to make them groan and spurt and foam over in only seconds. But Rob was more experienced, and he knew how to hold it. He was fighting against Chanitra's attempt to make him come quickly, prolonging it, the way Laura often did, knowing that the longer he waited, the more devastating it would finally be.

"Mmmm . . . maybe you want to feel a little bit of these against it . . ." Chanitra panted, sliding her body up a little, then moving it from side to side, grazing Rob's wet, red, twitching cock with her young, hard, naked breasts, which barely jiggled as she moved her body, they were so firm. "You want to feel my pretty titties on your hot dick? How does that feel? Wouldn't you like to shoot that hot jizz all over them? Huh? Wouldn't you? Go ahead . . . here, I'll push them together so you can fuck my titties. Have you ever seen such pretty titties? Except for Laura's, I mean."

She glanced playfully over at Laura, then bunched up her exquisite little hard breasts in both hands and smothered Rob's pulsing cock between them.

"Oh god!" he moaned, looking down at her. "Oh god . . . yes! Ungghhh!"

Laura couldn't take her eyes off them. Rob was sitting on the bunk, leaning back against the bulkhead, and Chanitra was now straddling his thighs, cradling his throbbing cock between her breasts. Her body had long mesmerized Laura anyway, from the very first moment she had seen it, and the sight of her smooth black skin against Rob's pale skin, her lithe, naked form gleaming in the semi-darkness of the small cabin, the curve of her peerless ass as she shimmied her body and rubbed Rob's hard, throbbing cock in the small valley between her round little breasts, her braids swishing against the back of her neck, all of it somehow brought a very quick return of Laura's own lust. She found herself very involved in what they were doing, and felt her own breath, which had only returned to a normal pace a few seconds ago, beginning to accelerate again.

Now Chanitra was even teasing him further, bending her neck, taking the head of his cock between her lips when it emerged from the valley between her breasts, then slowly, sensually releasing it, letting her lips cling until the last second to the bulbous knob, as she rose slightly again, engulfing the thick, throbbing stalk between her marvelous hard little globes.

"I want to feel that hot, gooey stuff all over my nipples," she panted to Rob.

While he and Laura watched in electrified fascination, Chanitra took one of her small breasts in both hands and rubbed her large, swollen black nipple all over his jumping prick, massaging his jerking, twitching meat with sensual thoroughness, looking up at him as she did it, her eyes daring him, daring him to try to hold out any longer. Then she did the same thing with her other nipple, rubbing his cock with it too.

"Unhhhh!" Rob groaned, grimacing again with pleasure.

"Ohhh . . . he gonna let it out now," Chanitra chuckled softly. "He can't take it any more . . . can you. You want to come all over my nice black titties, right?"

Again, with a quick dip of her head, she licked and sucked it.

"Ahhnnnggg!" Rob groaned.

Laura was just at the point of leaning back across the bunk to join them, unable to keep her hands off Chanitra's thrilling young body, when Rob finally broke. With a strangled cry, he jabbed upward with his hips, and a great long gobbet of very white jism squirted from his prick, followed by several more quick spurts that flew up into Chanitra's face and spattered her breasts. Instead of being offended or repulsed by it, she dissolved into happy laughter, holding his cock with both hands, squeezing it, pointing, taking the remainder of his discharge all over her nipples and her chest, giggling softly with each spurt, until finally he was finished.

"Holy shit . . . Laura, this dude has enough cum to fill up a milk bottle," she gasped, still giggling, semen running down her cheeks, shiny rivulets of it streaking her dark, beautiful breasts. She looked up at Rob. "You know, Rob, I didn't know anybody could shoot as much as that. Whew! You got any towels on this boat?"

Now Rob grinned, still panting heavily, and giggled a little himself, not knowing quite how to respond to a girl as bold and as natural as Chanitra. "I'll get them . . . if you let the culprit loose for a minute," he said, glancing down at his long prick, which Chanitra still held in both hands, only inches from her lips.

"Ooohhh," she pouted playfully, giving it another gentle squeeze. "You ain't got any more in there for me? Only shot about three gallons so far."

While Rob moved to the far end of the cabin to get some towels out of a drawer, Chanitra smiled at Laura, almost flirting. "You did it . . . and he did it," she murmured softly, eyelids lowering, seeing Laura's eyes on her cum-splashed naked body. "I'm the only one left, I guess." Her black eyes twinkled.

The bobbing and yawing of the boat made her small, hard breasts sway, and the dim late afternoon light in the cabin played over her delicious, sleek, black body in a way that made her sharply desirable to Laura, who found that her own sexual hunger had returned stronger than ever. Rob tossed each of them a towel, and together they swabbed the greasy strings of his jism off Chanitra's splendid young body. Chanitra wiped it off her face, while Laura concentrated on her perfect little breasts, so much like Laura's own except black, and springier, with thick, protruding, swollen black nipples.

When they were dry, she tossed the towel to the side and filled her hands with them. They both looked down, enjoying the sight of Laura's long, slender, white fingers holding the round black globes. Laura could feel Chanitra's big soft nipples, bigger than her own too, pushing against her palms.

"I wanted some more of these . . . before you got him shooting sploogie all over them," she murmured sexily, kissing Chanitra now, slithering her tongue between the girl's thick, sensual lips, meeting Chanitra's tongue with it.

"Ain't got nothing on them now," Chanitra murmured back seductively.

Their kiss became more heated, and Laura began squeezing Chanitra's breasts, lightly pinching and twirling and pulling the hardening buds of Chanitra's thick nipples with her fingers. They both began breathing much faster.

"I think you better get to it, Laura," Chanitra panted against her cheek. "I'm feeling pretty hot to trot. I got all hot and bothered watching him do you, then sucking him off. I'm . . . real horny, know what I mean?"

"Oh yes . . . honey. Lie back . . . yes, like that."

She pushed Chanitra onto her back and slid down between the girl's beautifully-shaped thighs, bringing her mouth close to the exquisite puckered blossom of Chanitra's wet, inflamed pussy. Unable to keep her hands off Chanitra's ass, she slid her palms under the girl's hard round buns and cradled them, immediately beginning to lick Chanitra in a hungry, sensual way, knowing that no slow build-up was necessary.

"Oh god . . . yes . . . that's right!" Chanitra panted, squirming, bucking her hips, gyrating and pushing her cunt into Laura's face. "Like that . . . unhhhh . . . it ain't gonna take me long!"

Her spastic fingers fluttered around Laura's forehead as Laura's tongue in her pussy brought her quickly up to a peak of quivering tension. Laura squeezed her ass cheeks and mouth-raped her pussy aggressively, reminding herself of their last time together on the day bed in Rhonda's upstairs bedroom. They had slid off the day bed onto the floor in fiery finish, and now Chanitra was squirming and whooping so much that they were threatening to slide off the bunk too.

"Oh yes . . . oh yes!"

Her sleek young body was so beautiful, straining and stretching, churning wildly, that Laura wanted to devour every delicious inch of her flesh. To keep Chanitra on the bunk, she herself slid to the floor on her knees and propped Chanitra's thighs on her shoulders, now sucking and tonguing the girl's flowing hot pussy in a fierce, final rush of passion, pushing her mouth into it vigorously. Chanitra began to come almost immediately, thrashing and groaning.

"Auuunngghhhhh! Ungghhhhh! Oh . . . ungghhh . . . oh Laura yes . . . auunngghhh!" she groaned, flipping and surging off the bunk, her sleek body flexing and gleaming in the half-light, her sexual cries filling the cabin.

Laura, her whole mouth coated with Chanitra's thick, tangy pussy juices, smiled up at her over the glistening black fringe of Chanitra's pubic patch. Chanitra was still stunned by the force of her climax and could do nothing but giggle spasmodically, still gasping, her body's undulations now weakening, slowing, her eyes shining with gratitude at Laura.

"We did it," Laura grinned softly. "Or rather, you did it."

Rob was now standing next to Laura, beside the bunk, looking down at Chanitra's slack body lustfully, though his cock was still hanging ropey and thick and long between his thighs, not having recovered from its earlier workout. "It looks like a gentle breeze might have brought her off as quickly as you did, Laura," he grinned.

"Maybe you'd like to try to do better," she said nastily, raising one eyebrow, looking conspicuously at his limp member.

Chanitra slowly sat up, now lifting her thighs off Laura's shoulders. "Laura got to wipe that cunt honey off her lips before she can do anything that involves me," she twinkled playfully, enjoying their eyes on her body. She flirted with them both. "Since I'm the guest of honor, don't you think I should get the most special treatment?"

"What did you have in mind?" Rob asked, and Laura, out of the corner of her eye, saw his prick begin to swell and throb again.

Chanitra gave them both her most pixieish and sexy grin, all intermingled. "I wouldn't mind being the chocolate filling . . . if you two had a mind to make a cookie."

Laura smiled, almost ruefully. She had made such a 'cookie' before with Rob, in which his then-wife Camille had been the filling. In fact, it had been a scintillating and thrilling experience, one that it made her tingle all over just to remember. But Rob had suggested it primarily so that he could find a way, with Laura's help, to fuck Camille in the ass, and Laura knew, given the fact that Chanitra's ass was probably the most beautiful she had ever seen, that the same thing wouldn't be far from his mind. She doubted Chanitra was thinking that far ahead.

On top of that, Laura now had very ambivalent feelings about Rob. He certainly knew how to use that large tool of his, she had to admit, feeling the afterglow even now of the terrific orgasm he had just brought her to, and also recalling the sight of him spewing huge wads of pearly cum all over Chanitra's beautiful naked breasts and into her face. But she was no longer proud of her role in helping him to seduce Camille into sex acts the girl might rather have avoided.

And, though her relationship with Randi had cooled off some, and Randi was now seeing Nate, a lawyer who worked for their company, instead of Rob—and apparently seeing him more often than she saw Laura—still Laura found it hard to forgive him for stealing Randi's affections, as well as her delicious black pussy, away from her in the first place, after she had been foolish enough to introduce them. She also recalled with a shudder the time Rob and his brother Eric had both shoved their hard cocks up into her pussy at the same time, a practice she gathered some women apparently liked but which had made her feel like they were trying to rip her apart. She had never forgiven either of them for that.

By now, just in the instant it took for these rueful reflections to pass through Laura's mind, Rob's cock was again standing at full tilt, jumping in a slow pulse, swollen and rippling with veins. She looked up at him.

"What do you think? As if I didn't know."

Rob grinned at her, then looked at Chanitra, who sat expectantly on the edge of the bunk, gazing up at them. "I've never seen a tastier filling," he said. "You know I love chocolate . . . almost as much as you do."

Chanitra, bold as ever, made a sexy moue, turning her body from side to side, making her breasts jiggle. Then she hopped up on her knees on the bunk, sticking out her fantastic round ass at both of them.

"Tell me you guys ain't just dying to get a piece of this."

Laura could feel her heart flutter and the blood thump in her neck. Her pussy began to throb. God, you know I do! she thought.

Chanitra burst into happy laughter, pointing at Rob's cock. "Look at him, he want it. Look at that big thing jerking and jumping. He want it. Don't you."

Rob moved forward, almost brushing Laura out of the way. He really does want it, Laura thought, watching him climb onto the bunk with Chanitra, his cock bobbing and twitching. With an experienced, fluid motion, he moved behind Chanitra's up-raised buttocks and slid his cock into her open pussy almost before either she or Laura knew what was happening.

"Unnhhh!" Chanitra gulped as she felt the large shaft penetrate her from behind. She looked back at him, over her shoulder, down the peerless, glossy, smooth black expanse of her back. "You ain't wasting no time."

"God, that's tight," he panted, holding her hips in his hands, clenching his teeth.

"Mmmm, you like that tight black pussy, don't you." Chanitra looked over at Laura. "What you doing, girl? Get over here. You missing out on the fun. We need another side to this cookie."

She lifted one arm and one leg up so that Laura could slip in underneath her. Laura, in spite of her misgivings, could hardly believe the hot, crackling sexual need she felt as she slid into place on her back under Chanitra, again in sixty-nine position though with Laura on the bottom this time, her face under Chanitra's crotch, which was now impaled on Rob's pistoning shaft. Every time he thrust it into her, Chanitra made a chuffing, soft, grunting noise.

"Mmmuunnhhh!" Then panting. "Mmmuunnhhh!" More panting. "Mmmuunnhhh!"

Her small, hard breasts pushed down into Laura's stomach, and her sleek, muscular thighs straddled Laura's head, the firm, supple, warm flesh brushing Laura's cheeks when she shuddered and gasped in reaction to another deep thrust.

"Mmmuunnhhh! Oh!"

Laura ran her hands feverishly up and down Chanitra's lovely young body, feeling the gentle cambers of her ribcage ripple under fingertips, dipping her hands between their bodies to squeeze lovingly the girl's delicious young breasts, then moving them back to Chanitra's ass, cupping the full hard moons in her palms, digging her fingers into the springy flesh. The girl was now whooping softly as Rob, thoroughly swept up in her delicious beauty and writhing, moaning sexual excitement, picked up the pace, now pushing his cock into her body harder, and deeper, the hot, wet stalk sliding between her shiny wet black pussy lips just above Laura's face.

Laura wanted Chanitra's pussy too, but Rob had appropriated it completely, stuffing and cramming it so full of his large, thrusting cock that Laura could only swipe at the girl's distended clit with her tongue. Why doesn't he just go ahead and do what he wants to do with it? she wondered, half-exasperated. He wants to put it in her ass. I can't get enough of her this way. I want her pussy all to myself. We can really bring her to heaven if we do it together.

"Mmmuunnhhh! Oh! Ungghhhh! Mmmuunnhhh! Auungghhh! Ohhh . . . shit! Oh yes!" Chanitra gasped, looking back over her shoulder as if she could see Rob's enormous stiff rod stabbing into her pussy, her face screwed up in sexual anguish and pleasure.

As if to give him the hint—but thoroughly embarrassed and ashamed of herself at the same time for giving in to this treacherous, irresistible lust—Laura pulled apart Chanitra's hard, round buns with her fingers, exposing her beautiful little asshole further, even running one fingertip up and down in the crack between them, making Chanitra gasp and shudder.

"Ooohhhhh! Unhhhh!" she groaned, her body quaking sharply. Then, "Mmmuunnhhh!" as Rob's cock stabbed deep into her cunt once again.

Thinking fast, Laura fished around beside the bunk with her free hand, knowing the cabin was so small that the clothes they had shed had to be very near. She found the strap of her handbag and pulled it toward her. While Rob continued to fuck Chanitra with slow, deep, penetrating thrusts, their bodies rocking and straining together on top of Laura, she managed to open the handbag and take out the small bottle of baby oil she always carried with her, just for moments such as this.

She flipped open the top with her thumb and handed it up to Rob, waving it so he would notice since he was so deeply involved in plunging his rigid prick into Chanitra's tight young pussy. Rob finally saw it and smiled down at Laura, taking the bottle and quickly squeezing some oil into the crack between Chanitra's fantastic, perfectly round buns. He oiled his finger and slid it into her anus.

"Ummmnnggeee!" Chanitra squealed in a hot panic, her face now showing terror mixed with intense pleasure as she again glanced back over her shoulder at him.

"Oh baby . . . we want to have all of you," Laura murmured to her, holding her ass cheeks apart while Rob skillfully loosened her back door with his finger.

Just from long acquaintance with the girl, Laura could sense that Chanitra wanted both to object and to yield, and that these urges were warring inside her. She had come this far in her search for a sexual adventure. Did she want to go even farther?

"Ohhhh . . . Laura!" Chanitra moaned, this time dropping her head slightly, looking under her arm back at Laura, her eyes reddened by frantic fuck-need, and glazed by wild sexual dementia. "Aaahhnnnggg!" she suddenly stiffened, her head jerking forward.

Laura glanced up to see that Rob had removed his huge, glistening cock from Chanitra's dripping pussy and was slowly, but relentlessly, pushing it into her asshole. It was already sunk about two inches deep in her backtrack, and Chanitra was whimpering and panting hysterically. Laura knew how this felt. She had had this massive truncheon shoved into her ass too, and she knew the stabbing, paralytic first shock of feeling it going in.

She knew it could only get better, but she feared Chanitra did not know that, and there were still about seven inches to go in. Rob was pushing. The boat rocked and swayed, the evening silent outside the cabin except for the soft splashing of the gentle waves against the side of the hull. Chanitra's lovely, supple young body clenched and quivered as Rob inched his huge cock further and further into her ass.

"Uunngghhh! Oh god!" she groaned piteously.

"Oh baby . . . oh baby!" Laura cooed to her, running her hands up and down Chanitra's naked body, again pulling her ass cheeks apart, watching the stiff wet gristle of Rob's erect prick finally sink to the very base into Chanitra's ass.

Rob was experienced and knew he should pause now, to just rest and let the girl get used to the feeling of being impaled on this enormous, rigid shaft. But Chanitra's pussy, an incredible shell-shaped parabola of sweet, juicy, glistening cunt flesh, all wet and pink inside, was now swollen and distended as a result of her ass being engorged with Rob's cock. It puckered and gaped invitingly, only inches from Laura's mouth, fragrant and shiny, and Laura could definitely not resist pressing her lips to it, and slipping her tongue inside the warm, inflamed, oozing pit.

"Ahhnnnnn!" Chanitra responded, falling forward slightly as this new sensation filled her body with an unexpected pleasure.

Even though Chanitra's mouth, because of her position between them, was also near Laura's cunt, she was in no shape to return the favor. She struggled up on her hands again just as Rob began to slide his fiercely hard cock in and out of her ass, beginning to fuck her slowly, groaning and grimacing with intense pleasure himself since Chanitra's ass was excruciatingly tight. The sight of her beautiful, impossibly round, firm, black moons rising around the plunging red shaft of his rock-hard, erect cock aroused Laura like never before.

"Ungghh! God, she is so tight!" he gasped as the long, greasy pole of his hard prick emerged from her asshole, then slid back in deep.

"Ouunngghhhh!" Chanitra cried out.

Meanwhile, Laura was being rapidly consumed by a hunger for Chanitra's body that she recognized as a feeling she usually only had when alone in bed with such a lovely creature. When sharing, as she was now, she usually for some reason had a little more self-control, but at this instant she found herself wanting to devour and inhale the girl. Her hands ran all over Chanitra's naked, straining flesh, and with her mouth she just about swallowed the girl's streaming, inflamed pussy, stabbing her tongue deep into it, then sucking every inch of it hungrily, sucking Chanitra's inner cunt lips into her mouth, sucking her clit, wondering how the girl could keep from coming.

And little hints she picked up from both Rob and Chanitra told her that it wasn't going to take long for either of them. For one thing, he was hammering the poor thing's beautiful ass more aggressively now, piercing her with his rigid cock, holding her gyrating hips in his strong hands and planting the huge shaft deep in her body, even ripping it up into her. Chanitra's whole body shook violently with each sharp thrust of his cock, and she groaned, clenching her teeth and burrowing her face into the taut sheet.

"Awwoonngg! Unngghhh! Owwncchhhgg! Auungghhhh! Oh god . . . so deep!" she gasped, tears now leaking from the corners of her eyes as she swirled her incomparable ass back and up into his stabbing thrusts.

Her cunt was streaming and flowing as Laura sucked and tongued it passionately, her nose and lips completely covered with the warm, buttery nectars.

"Oh . . . come!" Chanitra gasped, trying to look over her shoulder at Rob but thrown forward by another piercing thrust at that very instant. "Oh . . . come . . . please, come! Oh god . . . no more . . . please come!"

Laura, although throbbing with lust for the girl herself, felt sympathy for her, and guilt too, almost as if she had got Chanitra into this in the first place, though Chanitra had pretty much invited it. And yet, having experienced it herself, she knew that Chanitra was only partly suffering. The other part of her was about to be blown apart by a horrific orgasm, and her whole body undulated and quivered in expectation of that ultimate moment. She pushed her ass up and back into Rob's drilling thrusts, whooping and biting her lower lip and pushing her face into the sheet as he complied by pushing the huge rod all the way into her ass, which electrified her each time, making her groan and shudder.

"Aunngghh! Ungghhh! Oh . . . shit oh shit! Aoouunngggg!" she moaned, swirling her ass back into his cock.

Now they were fucking so hard that Laura had trouble hanging on. Chanitra's dripping, sweet, redolent pussy swept across her lips as the girl bucked her hips, and her slippery cunt lips slid out of Laura's mouth, so that Laura was constantly chasing them. The end was near, she knew, and her own sexual tension was so severe that she dropped one hand to her own crotch, rubbing her pussy frantically while trying desperately to suck Chanitra's elusive clit at the same time.

She dug her fingers into one round, resilient ass cheek, frantically rubbing her own flooding pussy at the same time, now bucking with her hips too, swirling them, moaning under Chanitra's writhing, clenching body, whimpering, mouth-mauling Chanitra's sweet pussy even more frenetically as she realized the girl was about to come.

"Aoouunngggg!" Chanitra cried out again, and Laura looked up to see Rob's huge cock sunk to the very crotch hairs in the girl's ass.

Suddenly, he was ramming her in sharp, short rabbit thrusts, now more on top of them both than behind them, really drilling his cock down into Chanitra's poor plundered ass, and Laura knew he was coming before she even heard the strangled cry escape from deep in his chest.

"Awwwonnggguunngghhhh!" Rob erupted in a savage cry, plunging his cock one last time deep into Chanitra's ass as it spouted, pumping long hot strings of jism into her.

For a split second Laura, who still had half of Chanitra's pussy in her mouth, thought the girl had passed out. Chanitra made no sound, but her body was quivering, then shaking, then shuddering wildly as a ferocious orgasm spread throughout her flesh.

"Unngghhh . . ." a slow, wild, twisted moan began to fight its way out of her throat, quickly making a crescendo into an electrifying scream of intense rapture. "UnngghhhmmnnAAUNNGGHHHIIIEEEE!" she screamed, her body suddenly flipping and surging into a frenzied seizure instead of the wild shuddering she had been experiencing before.

Only a few times had Laura ever seen anyone come this hard. She doubted whether she had ever come that hard herself. Chanitra seemed to be completely ripped apart and destroyed by a hot tornado of coming, pinned between her and Rob, who also seemed half-pulverized by his own role in this. He lay slumped on top of Chanitra, panting and wheezing, his throbbing cock still embedded deep in her ass as Chanitra whimpered and twitched and sobbed her way through an excruciating series of pleasurable spasms, while underneath them Laura, finally coming herself, felt a sweet bloom of bliss spreading slowly throughout her body.

It had been violent, piercingly intense, but also unbelievably stirring, and the three of them were so intimately linked not only in the flesh but now also in the throbbing vibrations of exquisite sexual pleasure than enveloped them that none of them wanted it to end, or wanted to pull apart. The bunk was small, but when Rob leaned a little to the side, in order to remove his dead weight from pressing directly down on the two girls, they all could remain linked, with Chanitra still pressed in the middle, the 'chocolate filling' she had desired to be, while all three recovered slowly from the storm.

There was also a lot of pleasure still to be had, Laura realized, just from feeling the girl's splendid young naked body pressed against hers. She knew things were drifting back to normal when Chanitra giggled softly.

"Laura . . . you got the prettiest pink pussy . . . mmmmm, smell good too, and all I got to do was tickle it a little with my tongue before this guy with the monster dick . . ."— she glanced back over her shoulder at Rob, whose 'monster dick' was still sunk in her asshole, though now shrinking—"attacked me. I think I ought to be able to get my full taste now, don't you?"

She licked Laura's pussy with a long, slow, sensual stroke of her tongue, from the top to the bottom, making Laura shiver.

"Oooohhhh," Laura laughed, "I think you should get anything you want, after what you just went through."

"Me too," Chanitra frowned with mock suffering. "Feel like a donkey been hosing me. No offense," she squinted at Rob.

This was an opportunity for the three of them now to peel apart and extricate themselves from this rather cramped and uncomfortable, though delicious, position. Rob's limp cock was just about ejected from Chanitra's tight asshole anyway by now, the pearly trickle of his cum following it, smearing the smooth black skin of her buns with shiny fluid. Laura grabbed a nearby towel and dried it off as she and Chanitra too disengaged, turning, smiling, kissing.

Laura, as she sat up, could not keep herself from caressing the girl's incredible buttocks.

"I know you, Laura," Chanitra cracked softly. "You never get enough."

"Not of this wonderful booty."

"It's all full of Big Dick's cum now . . . think I'm gonna have to clean it out."

Laura leaned close and kissed her cheek. "I think I could do it."

Chanitra made a face. "You sick, girl. First, it's sick to want to suck my little booty in the first place . . . and second, it's got all his jizz in it. What's the matter with you, Laura?"

"Let me do it."

Chanitra shook her head, as if half-exasperated. "I ain't gon' have no more climaxes," she warned. "Not after that one."

"You might."

"I guess I could let you do it if you let me lick your pink pussy afterward."

"It's a deal."

They both looked over at Rob, who looked down at his limp cock. He was obviously in no condition to object, or join in. Slowly, he moved off the bunk and into a small deck chair at the other side of the small cabin to watch. The boat continued to sway and pitch gently in the evening tide as Laura and Chanitra again embraced for a lengthy, moving, protracted kiss.

By the time it was over, they had heated one another up again to the point of panting and squeezing.

"Lie on your tummy, I'm going to tongue-fuck your ass," Laura whispered to her.

Chanitra giggled softly. "At least your tongue is smaller than the last thing that was in there."

"You know, darling, when you have an ass as beautiful as this one, you have to expect novel kinds of worship," Laura purred as she finally got to feast—slowly, skillfully, patiently, hungrily—on Chanitra's masterpiece.

For a long moment Chanitra didn't answer. She was enjoying it thoroughly, smiling dreamily as Laura massaged her firm black buns and kissed them passionately, digging her fingertips into the firm, resilient balls, pulling them apart, running her tongue up and down the warm, moist crack between them. But then Chanitra giggled softly again.

"You guys got a funny way of worshipping . . . all you want to do is fuck it."

"Oh no . . . oh no," Laura murmured. "Not me, anyway. I only want to love it . . . and kiss it . . . and bite it—"

"Ouunnchhh!" Chanitra yelped, her whole lower body rising briefly off the bed in a sudden flip.

"Ooohhh . . . too hard?"

"Shit . . . Laura!" Chanitra's eyes filled with tears as she looked back over her shoulder at Laura, but then she dissolved into laughter. "You bite hard," she laughed.

"Did it make your pussy wet?"

Slowly, Chanitra nodded.

"Oh, good."

Laura renewed her passionate attentions to this magnificent smooth bottom, sucking and licking and kissing and rubbing Chanitra's marvelous ass, pushing her face into the valley between the round black moons, slowly insinuating her tongue into the small orifice that had only recently been invaded by Rob's monster cock. It was still fairly relaxed and open after that mini-massacre of fucking, and she could also taste the traces of his cum, still leaking back out, a sensation that, for all its revolting aspects, had the effect of stirring her sexual energies to a new pitch.

During the recent orgasmic conflagration of only a few minutes earlier, Laura had climaxed, but hers had been a gentle, blooming, throbbing orgasm that had spread like a glow throughout her body, very unlike the explosive, rending, crippling orgasms that she knew both Rob and Chanitra had experienced. Now she realized that one of those still awaited her as she felt her own pussy heating up, flowing, burbling, pulsing hotly, while she began seriously to devour Chanitra's beautiful ass.

"Oh! Oh god . . . Laura . . . you doing it again!" Chanitra gasped, writhing, now uptilting her ass to Laura's mouth. "I . . . oh, I think . . . I think you gon' make me blow up again."

Both of them had again completely obliterated Rob from their consciousness. Though fascinated, he was still unable to participate effectively, and he left them to their own urges, content to sit close and watch while the two girls repeated the sex act they had performed on their very first time together, when Laura had done this to Chanitra in Chanitra's sister Yvette's own bedroom. Laura certainly remembered it, and she guessed that Chanitra did too.

Now with her tongue inside Chanitra's ass, she slipped two fingers down to the girl's wet, fleshy honey pot and began to rub the slippery vulva and Chanitra's nubby little clitoris rapidly, tongue-fucking her now, as promised, but finding it increasingly difficult to hang on as Chanitra began churning and bucking her hips, whinnying softly as yet another orgasm approached. As usual, Laura did not want it to be over. She nipped and sucked the bulging undersides of Chantira's incredible, flexing buns, then drove her tongue back into the oily aperture of her anus, feeling the hot, exciting sexual sensations almost flow between their two bodies like an electrical current.

Chanitra had come very hard last time, and so it actually did take her a little longer to get there this time, a development that Laura found very welcome. But finally Chanitra arrived.

"Ohhhnnnn!" she groaned, swirling her peerless ass back into Laura's face, gasping as Laura again buried her face between the hard, round buns and stabbed her tongue as deep as it would go into Chanitra's rectum. "Ungghhh!"

Oh yes! Laura thought.

"Auunnrrnngghh! Oh!" Chanitra cried out. "Auunngghiieeee!"

Another wrenching orgasm throttled her, and her body almost jackknifed under Laura, a motion so violent that Laura was sure it rocked the boat, which went for a few seconds into a heavier pitch and yaw as Chanitra shuddered through another massive spasm. Laura had both arms locked around the girl's flexing thighs, and though it took some effort, she did not let her tongue escape from Chanitra's wet, clenching asshole until three or four sharp orgasmic spasms had occurred.

By now Laura was again wound tight with a sexual tension so fierce that her hands were shaking as she tried to let Chanitra down gently from this ultimate moment. Chanitra, though bleary-eyed and stunned from another inundating climax, twisted around, rolling her body over as Laura slid to the side, and without a word moved down between Laura's thighs. In one long, graceful, fluid motion the two of them changed places, with Laura now on her back, and Chanitra's mouth on Laura's pussy. It had all happened so quickly and effortlessly that it felt like they were bound up together in a dream, moving in slow motion and melting together in a strange, surreal rhythm.

And in under a minute, Laura was coming herself, this time a jolting, pumping orgasm, with Chanitra's fingers in her throbbing cunt and Chanitra's thick, sensual lips all over her clit. Laura climaxed like the world was coming to an end, giving herself completely to Chanitra and letting her body savor every last nuance of a sexual spasm that fluttered through her until finally she could come no more and collapsed in a mass of exhausted nerves, embracing Chanitra, who had crawled back up to kiss her.

Both of them finally, realizing they were not alone after all, glanced over at Rob, still sitting across from them in a small deck chair, but now holding his tumid and thumping hard cock again in both hands, his eyes on both of their naked bodies.

"You guys really put on a fantastic show," he grinned at them.

But both Laura and Chanitra were totally exhausted from the fucking they had just shared, not only with each other but with him too.

"Why don't you make that thing lie down for a few minutes while we catch our breath, okay?" Laura kidded him. "Can we go up on the deck and get a breath of fresh air first?"

Rob grinned and nodded, releasing his erect prick, which did not, however, begin to deflate but instead jumped and pointed at the cabin's ceiling as if it had a life of its own.

"Maybe we just oughta get him off so he'll leave us alone," Chanitra whispered to Laura, but loudly enough for Rob to overhear.

"Mmmm . . . let him wait," Laura teased.

They wrapped themselves in dry towels and went up to the top deck, where they found that twilight was slowly falling, and the evening was fresh and still and beautiful. Rob made them fresh drinks, and Chanitra pulled a joint from her purse. It soon grew almost dark, but the drinks and marijuana made them all hungry again for at least one more encounter, and this time they did it on the upper deck, in the moonlight.

Since they had all had extravagant orgasms already, this time they were more restrained, giving into the sensuality of the moment, and it took about twenty minutes of very ingenious positioning and sharing before all three of them were on the brink, culminating in three very intense and satisfying orgasms that may have awakened the few deer left on Angel Island.

Then, before it was completely dark, Rob steered the boat out of the small, secret cove, and thirty minutes later they were docking back in the marina. Giving Chanitra a ride home, Laura found herself anxious, as she had been after sharing Randi with Rob, fearing a repeat, fearing that Chanitra would be so enchanted with this little romantic interlude on the boat in the secret, sheltered cove that she would be looking for the first opportunity to see Rob again. Laura was deeply jealous, suddenly.

But Chanitra, as if sensing Laura's distress, put her hand on Laura's arm.

"That Rob is a nice dude," she said calmly. "I had a nice time. But if you ever see him again, tell him that big dick ain't going up this little black girl's booty any more." She rubbed her ass figuratively with two fingers, as if to soothe it. "Felt good and hurt like hell . . . know what I mean?"

Laura nodded.

Chanitra made her famous squint-smile at Laura, so endearing, and which now reminded Laura so much of Dawn, who had a similar smile.

"Anyway . . ." Chanitra said, as if it were an afterthought, "it was what you did that really made it special for me, Laura. Any old guy can have a big dick. But I still shiver when I remember how I felt when you . . ."

Laura gripped the wheel. She had almost caused an accident. "Better tell me later, darling," she said, thrilled and tingling all over herself to hear it.