[Cassandra]

 

 

Laura could hardly believe the way she had come to feel about Jonelle. She hadn't felt this way since she was a kid in school, crazy for boys. She thought of Jonelle all the time. She wanted to be with her, talk to her. The thought of Yvette imperilling her relationship with Jonelle made her furious, though she understood Yvette's point of view. She even got irritated with Jonelle's little boy, Eric, for keeping Jonelle away from her, out of her arms.

It's love, she told herself, resigning herself to the intense feelings. Really love. I never felt it this hard. I never knew I'd end up feeling it for a girl, a woman.

For her part, Jonelle was not so impetuous, but it was clear she felt the same.

"I dreamed of you last night," she told Laura at lunch.

"Really?"

Jonelle nodded. "In fact, I dream of you every night. One night I woke up and . . ." She leaned across the table, whispering to Laura. "I was coming. I couldn't believe it."

They met only at intervals of several days or weeks at Laura's apartment, whenever Jonelle could break free for a few minutes. It was like Laura's occasional meetings with Yvette, and in fact she worried that Yvette would want to drop over when she was already expecting Jonelle, though she hadn't gone to bed with Yvette since she and Jonelle had clearly fallen in love.

But what would she do if Yvette forced the issue? She couldn't say she really didn't want to sleep with Yvette ever again. She just crossed her fingers and hoped she would know how to deal with it if it came up.

And then, as if her longing for Jonelle wasn't intense enough, the company sent her on business to New York for a week.

"I can't even stand not seeing you for a day," she told Jonelle.

"You act like you're the only one who'll be doing the missing," Jonelle said.

They had a last, extremely passionate tryst in Laura's bed for an hour after work on the day before Laura was to leave. Laura had never pushed Jonelle further than five orgasms, not feeling any need to set records, and delighted that Jonelle seemed so proud of having five in a row now and then. Jonelle's orgasms were so deep and long that Laura believed they probably were the equivalent of ten of her own.

But this night, through an excess of love or a desperate premonition of separation, she fucked Jonelle hard, summoning several shattering orgasms from the girl's beautiful lean body. Afterward, Jonelle was glowing and beaming, unable to believe it.

"Wow!," she said, eyes wide, kissing Laura. "So many!"

"And I didn't know if I was going to get you back from that last one," Laura said, having come two or three times herself.

"I didn't either," Jonelle said. "I never came that hard." She kissed Laura with deep affection. "I don't want you to think I love you only because you . . . fuck me like that." She winked. "But it sure don't hurt."

"When I come back, you'll still want to see me?" Laura asked, hating herself for her vulnerability.

Jonelle's eyes watered. "Guess you don't know how hard I am to get rid of," she whispered. "Guess you don't know I'll be counting every hour."

It was a wrenching moment when Laura got on the airplane, leaving Jonelle behind her. Even though she knew they would meet again in a week, she felt empty and desolate with loss and longing. In New York, she had to attend a fashion show her company was sponsoring, and there she was immediately struck by the stunning beauty of one of the models, a tall, black, astonishingly beautiful girl named Cassandra Perkins.

In a way she was reminded of her first sight of Sandra Robinson, 'Angelique'. But while Sandra had average good looks, Cassandra was shockingly gorgeous, a supermodel, truly one in a million, and Laura, though still throbbing with love for Jonelle, couldn't help being wildly attracted to her. She looked a little like Naomi Campbell and was built in the currently fashionable way for models, very tall and lean, with perfect bones, of course, and with larger breasts that models in the past.

A few times when she came down the runway wearing stylish, revealing clothes, showing cleavage, or a large expanse of incredible glossy thigh, Laura would feel a hot, excited pulse beat deep in her throat. She would squirm in her seat, feeling prickles deep inside her pussy too, a feeling she understood completely. And when Cassandra noticed her looking, she shot back hard, dark, electrifying glances to Laura, as if she understood perfectly the way Laura was feeling.

After the show they were of course introduced, since Laura was representing the sponsor. Cassandra flirted openly, and yet she was on the arm of a very handsome rock star, who flirted just as shamelessly with Laura.

"Are you a model?" Cassandra asked her.

"Oh no," Laura laughed. "Not tall enough."

"But you've got the bones for it," Cassandra said, touching Laura's face with her long, sinuous fingers, caressing Laura's cheekbones and jaw, then dropping one finger to her throat. "You're gorgeous. You could be one. You ought to consider it, while you still have a few years left."

"Oh," Laura said, disarmed. "And then what would I do? I'd be out of work."

"Nonsense. You should come over to our place and let Johnny photograph you. We could make you a star."

Laura smiled. Cassandra was enchanting. It didn't matter what she said. Later, when things were breaking up, she caught Laura by the door. The rock star was gone. Cassandra's eyes were murky.

"Are you going anywhere?"

"Just back to the hotel," Laura said.

"I'm staying in some fabulous digs at the Dakota. Why don't you come over for a visit? They belong to a movie star, but he's in Australia. He loaned me his place." She leaned close. "Johnny won't be there. I was lying."

Laura felt her whole body vibrate with excitement. How could she refuse? "Okay," she said softly. "Just a short visit."

They took a cab to the Dakota. The apartment was huge, amazing, clearly owned by a very rich person. Cassandra said she was going to pop into something comfortable.

She returned wearing an expensive, very abbreviated lounging outfit that revealed a lot of her exquisitely beautiful body.

"I like the way you look at me," she said, disarmingly. "That's why I wore this."

"Everybody looks at you like that," Laura said.

"I know. But I don't like everybody to do it. I like it when you do it, though. Have you ever slept with a woman?"

Laura blushed. She had never expected such a question. She looked down.

"Why do you ask?" she said softly.

Cassandra came closer to her. "If you haven't, I want to be the first," she murmured.

"Have you?" Laura asked coyly.

Cassandra smiled, a soft, winning, friendly smile. But she didn't answer. Instead, she went to the bar.

"Name your poison."

"I don't like to drink in the middle of the day."

Again Cassandra walked over to her, very close. Her eyes burned with undisguised sex this time. Laura could feel her temperature rise just from gazing into them.

"What do you like to do?" she asked.

Cassandra's full, sensual mouth was inches away. Laura was almost afraid to kiss her, afraid that if they as much as touched they might tear each other apart. The sexual tension in the room was palpable. Each girl now knew that the other had some experience of this. Neither was reluctant, or naive.

"This," Laura breathed as her lips met Cassandra's.

And she turned out to be right. It wasn't a soft, tender kiss. In only seconds they were devouring each other.

Cassandra's lips were like flames on Laura's. Her fingers bit into Laura's flesh through her clothes, and she drank Laura's mouth, raping it with her tongue. But Laura was just as eager, running her fingers all over Cassandra's skin and face and biting her tongue, dropping her hands to Cassandra's ass, groping for the firm hard moons through the folds of fabric, digging her fingers into each bulging globe.

"I wanted to do this when I saw you sitting by the runway," Cassandra murmured against Laura's teeth. "I've never felt so attracted to anyone."

"Really?"

"Yes. Don't you want me?"

"More than anything," Laura said, kissing her again, a rough, demanding kiss.

Cassandra was panting and her eyes smoking when their mouths parted. She reached behind her neck and unfastened two or three buttons. The lounging garment simply dissolved around her limbs and fell at her ankles. But she still wore a very brief, champagne- colored bra, and bikini panties of the same hue.

From experience, a quick glance told Laura that the bra opened in front, between the cups. Staring straight into Cassandra's murky eyes, she reached out and undid the clasp. The bra cups fell away from Cassandra's small, perfectly round breasts. Her nipples were thick and black, gleaming. She cupped both breasts in her hands and grinned invitingly at Laura.

Laura bent her head, opened her mouth, and took one of Cassandra's nipples between her lips, sucking it in slowly. She didn't stop with the large nipple but sucked half of Cassandra's small breast into her mouth too.

"Oh!" Cassandra gasped, watching a large chunk of her breast disappear into Laura's mouth. "God, yes, do it."

Laura let the wet breast and nipple slowly slide back out of her mouth, catching the shiny black bulb of Cassandra's nipple between her teeth and biting down slightly on it as it escaped. Cassandra trembled, moaning softly.

"Ohhhh!"

"You like that," Laura whispered.

"Yes!"

Laura did the same thing with Cassandra's other breast, though this time she held it with the fingers of both hands, guiding it into her mouth, sucking it even harder, then letting it escape slowly, gently clamping the delectable big wet nipple with her teeth as it slid past. She cupped both wet breasts in her hands and kissed Cassandra's mouth heatedly.

"God . . . I want you to fuck me," Cassandra whispered, her eyes throbbing with need.

Laura was wearing a business suit, but between the two of them they had it off in thirty seconds. Cassandra kissed Laura's back and shoulders as she unclasped Laura's bra. Laura turned, and their nipples brushed before they embraced and kissed heatedly again.

"Come in here to this great bedroom," Cassandra said, leading Laura quickly down the hall to an enormous bedroom with a huge round waterbed in the center, covering with expensive fur blankets.

She pulled Laura down onto the bed and had her mouth on Laura's breasts before Laura knew what was happening. She sucked Laura's nipples thirstily, doing the same thing Laura had done with her teeth. She looked up at Laura from under her long eyelashes as she held one of Laura's wet, aching nipples between her teeth, teasing Laura, tantalizing her, watching Laura's face. Laura knew they were in for some very raw sex together.

She pushed Cassandra onto her back on the waterbed and slid down her body, tugging the girl's bikini panties off and slipping between her long, silky, very shapely thighs.

"Mmmmm, I know you've got something in here I want," she murmured, kissing Cassandra's lovely sleek thighs, bringing her lips closer and closer to the girl's oozing, blossoming pussy.

When her lips finally found it, Cassandra's long lovely body stiffened, then shuddered with wild excitement.

"Ohhh! Ohhnnnnn god, yessss!" she sighed, moving her hips slowly in rhythm with Laura's tongue as it slid in and out of her long wet pussy.

Laura tongued and sucked Cassandra's beautiful pussy until the girl was delirious, straining and wriggling, her fingers biting into Laura's scalp as she pushed her cunt up into Laura's mouth.

"Oh god . . . I'm going to come," she panted. "I want you to fuck me with your pussy. Fuck me with your pussy. I want to feel it against mine. Quick! Oh god, quick!"

Laura knew this kind of desperation. She had felt it herself, and even felt a touch of it now, a hot, urgent hunger for this beautiful naked girl. Quickly they both maneuvered their legs and groins together, both gasping as they felt their hot wet pussies kiss and mash together.

"Oh . . . Jesus!" Laura gasped, weak with lust.

She held one of Cassandra's long, shapely legs and kissed the girl's ankle and calf as they began slowly to grind their flowing hot pussies together. But they didn't do it slowly for long. The sensations brought on by their pussies grinding together drove them both crazy with lust. They began pumping aggressively, jamming their groins together, quivering, moaning almost hysterically as both were inundated in only a few seconds by the powerful jolts of a shared orgasm.

"Ohhnngg! Unnmggnnneeee!" Cassandra cried out, her lovely lean body surging and writhing as the spasms wrenched her.

"Oh Jesus . . . ! Oh! Oh! Auunggh! Yes! Oh . . . aunnggh!" Laura groaned, wracked by a fierce jolt of ecstacy, feeling her wet, throbbing pussy totally melded to Cassandra's as they came together.

It was one of the most violent orgasms Laura had had in a long time. It took nearly a minute for her and Cassandra to regain their breath, and untangle their bodies. But from the way their blazing eyes locked as they embraced and kissed, Laura knew that even this shattering orgasm had only been a foretaste of what they would do together.

"You really like to fuck, don't you," Laura murmured against Cassandra's lips.

"I like it with you," Cassandra breathed back. "You're good. You've done this before."

"So have you."

"Mmmmm, but not with anyone as good as you."

Cassandra was an aggressive, insatiable lover. She had Laura on her back quickly and was all over her, then between her thighs, her mouth on Laura's pussy, tongue-fucking it and sucking it in a harsh, passionate way that drove Laura wild. It reminded her of the way Yvette sometimes ate her pussy: a white-hot, blazing hunger, really a mouth-rape, which usually made Laura come hard in under a minute.

And this time was no different. Her body quickly went out of control, squirming and writhing, her hands flying to her breasts and squeezing them, her fingers pinching her nipples fiercely.

"Oh . . . oh god oh Cassan---" she gasped, her frantic words interrupted by a shocking uprush of coming. "Auungghiieee! Oh! Oh yes please oh god yes! Auungghhh!"

With Cassandra's mouth glued to her pussy, she came and came, almost choking as the spasms wracked her undulating body. Finally, exhausted, she collapsed. Cassandra slid up face to face, smiling, obviously very aroused by what she had just done to Laura.

"Laura . . . you're so beautiful," she murmured as they kissed and coiled together.

Without speaking, Laura dropped her lips to Cassandra's lovely hard breasts again and began to tease them as she had earlier. This time, as she let one of Cassandra's large black wet nipples slide back out of her mouth, catching it gently with her teeth, as Cassandra watched, Laura sank her teeth deeper into the soft bulb.

"Angghh!" Cassandra gasped. "Oh god . . . are you going to bite me? Are you going to hurt me?"

Her words aroused Laura wildly, reminding her as they did of Karen. The girl was dying for it and terrified of it at the same time. She wanted Laura to bite her. Laura dropped her hand to Cassandra's crotch and found the girl's flooding open pussy with her fingers. Oh, are you going to come hard and quick, she thought as she gently massaged Cassandra's oily cuntlips and swollen clit.

"Oh! Oh!" Cassandra panted, quivering helplessly, looking down at her thick, bulbous nipple between Laura's teeth.

Laura sucked the stiffening nipple back deep into her mouth, then let it slip out slowly again. This time she sank her teeth into Cassandra's nipple while scissoring the girl's clit between two fingers at the same time, yanking hard, biting hard.

"Unnggg! Anngghh! Oh! Auungghmmnniieeee!" Cassandra cried out, her lovely long body rising up off the mattress as a horrific orgasm raked her.

Squealing and whimpering, she came in torrents, arching her back, thrusting her pelvis into Laura's hand as Laura sucked and bit her other nipple too, bringing on a second, explosive orgasm. Finally, her hysterical cries subsided and her body relaxed. Laura kissed her nipples softly, almost apologetically.

"I'm sorry. Do they hurt?" she asked.

Cassandra's eyes were still glazed from the force of the two climaxes. "You can make them hurt like that whenever you want to," Cassandra said, still hoarse and half-breathless. "I knew from your eyes that you knew how to fuck. Where'd you learn to do that?" "Did you like it?" Laura teased, knowing the answer.

"I never came that hard before."

"I can make you come that hard again."

Almost immediately they began fucking again, unable to get enough of each other, this time doing a sixty-nine and bringing one another along slowly. But they were so absorbed that they didn't realize another person was in the room until he spoke.

"Cass, it's getting so I can't even leave you alone for a minute without you dragging some beautiful lesbian up here to screw," he said, half-drawling with amusement as he watched the two gorgeous, naked girls untangle their bodies and look across the room at him.

It was the guy on whose arm Cassandra had earlier been hanging at the fashion show, the one Laura assumed was Johnny, who Cassandra had said could photograph her. He was a handsome, square-jawed, cocky young man with a shock of red-gold hair, wearing a flannel shirt unbuttoned down his chest, a sexy smirk on his face.

"This is Johnny," Cassandra said solemnly. "He gets jealous."

Laura smiled calmly. She could see that no one was going to go running off in a fit of rage or shame. Things were getting interesting. She hadn't had any group sex, especially with two such attractive people, for a long time, in fact since Karen and Rick.

"Not of me, I hope," she said calmly, looking up at Johnny from beneath her long eyelashes.

Johnny walked over to the bed. "Maybe you could both make it up to me," he said, now grinning more broadly as he realized what was happening.

"Maybe we could," Cassandra said in her deepest, smokiest voice.

And suddenly Laura began to suspect that the girl had planned it all. She had given herself and Laura enough time to indulge in some heated, voracious sex, knowing that Johnny would arrive at a certain time with an appetite for some himself. She had gambled that Laura would not object. And Laura didn't.

"What do you think, Laura? Do you think we should invite him to join us?"

Laura settled back into the cushions and expensive fur blankets, stretching out her long, spectacular legs. She knew she had a body and face men and women would die for, and she let Johnny, and Cassandra, examine every inch of it. She ran one long finger provocatively up and down the moist edge of her beautiful, gaping pussy, watching their eyes.

"I'd hate to just send him away," she murmured.

Johnny began unzipping his pants, and Cassandra helped him out of the rest of his clothes, so that he was naked in only a few seconds. And Laura's eyes fell immediately to his stiff cock, which was not as big as Rob's though still plenty big. But most of all, it was beautifully shaped, the most perfectly proportioned cock she had ever seen.

"Johnny has a pretty one, doesn't he," Cassandra said, quickly curling her tongue around it and licking him with practiced sexual skill.

"Pull him down here so we can share it," Laura said, and the two girls pulled Johnny down onto the bed with them.

They held his tall, thick, rigid cock in their fingers and took turns licking and sucking it until Johnny was aroused to a frantic pitch.

"Oh god . . . don't go any farther, don't touch it!" he suddenly said, pulling away from them. Then he chuckled. "Don't want it to go off too soon, do you?"

"Johnny's easily aroused," Cassandra explained, sarcastically. "Especially by new beautiful girls."

Laura deliberately tantalized him, dangling her delectable young breasts in his face, pushing her nipples against his lips, then moaning when he quickly, passionately sucked them.

"Oh shoot, I bet you want to fuck her since you've already fucked me and she's so beautiful," Cassandra said, pouting playfully.

"You did it with her," Johnny said.

"Mmmmm, you bet I did, and she's good," Cassandra purred.

They pulled Laura down between them, caressing and kissing her, more aggressively by the second. Laura was twisting and panting in only a short time, frantically aroused by Johnny's rough sucking of her nipples and Cassandra's mouth again on her pussy.

She knew she had surrendered to them completely, and they knew it, but she had no idea how far it would go until she felt Johnny behind her, probing the crack of her ass with his fingers.

"Ohhhh . . . let's both fuck her at the same time," Cassandra said, and Laura grimaced with intense pleasure as she felt Johnny's finger invade her asshole while Cassandra's tongue was tickling her clit.

Both at once, she thought. God, I really need a hot, hard screwing, and they want to give it to me.

"Wouldn't you like that, Laura?" Cassandra asked. "For us both to fuck you? Wouldn't you like it?"

"Oh! Unhh! Yes!" Laura panted. "Yes . . . please."

"Hear that, Johnny? Get the tube."

Johnny groped in a cabinet nearby for a tube of K-Y jelly and quickly had his cock greased and Laura's asshole primed.

"Ohunngghh oh god . . . oh shit!" Laura groaned as she felt his large cock penetrating her ass.

For a second she thought she would black out from the pain. And yet Rob's cock was bigger than his, bigger than anybody's, and she had taken it. But Johnny's was an ass-splitter, and she winced with pain as it slid deeply up into her. Tears came to her eyes.

But Cassandra kissed her and sucked her breasts and slid down to begin eating her pussy just as Johnny began to move the giant, greased pole of his prick in and out of her ass. As soon as she felt him fucking her, tears poured down her cheeks, but the intense pain quickly gave way to a familiar hot pulsing pleasure that seemed to increase by the second, as they both picked up the tempo.

God, I must not be a lesbian, she thought, or not only one. Because I sure go wild when this happens to me.

Cassandra slid back up to Laura's face, still fucking Laura's pussy with her hand, but kissing away the tears from Laura's cheeks, and squeezing Laura's breasts with her free hand.

"It's good, isn't it," she panted. "He's done it to me, and I know how it feels. Johnny can really fuck you in the ass, he knows how, he can make you want to die, he can make you come like a ammunition dump going up."

"Oh! Oh! Ungghh!" Laura whimpered as the huge shaft of his cock plunged up into her ass, making her whole body quiver and throb.

She knew she was close to coming, and he was too, and that the next couple of minutes would involve some pretty savage fucking. And now Cassandra began squeezing her breasts harder and pinching her nipples, murmuring heatedly.

"You didn't think I'd let you bite my nipples without biting yours in return, did you?" she said, dropping her mouth to them.

At the same time she continued raping Laura's pussy with her hand, more roughly each moment. Laura was pinned between them, groaning as each jabbing thrust sent Johnny's huge cock deep into her ass, then quivering and whimpering as Cassandra's fingers probed her pussy, and mashed her clit, and Cassandra's lips and teeth tore at her nipples.

"Aoownnngg! Unghh! Unh! Unh! Owwngghchh! Oh shit! Unggh!" Laura groaned as the tempo accelerated, and both of them began fucking and raping her more brutally.

"Ohhhh . . . she's going to come, Johnny," Cassandra panted, squeezing Laura's breasts mercilessly, then sinking her teeth into one of Laura's swollen, protruding nipples.

"Aiieeee!" Laura cried out in pain. "Oh! Ungghhoowwnngg!"

Johnny was raping her ass murderously now, jabbing his huge cock deep into her. It felt like a baseball bat, now hard as an iron pipe as he grunted and swore, approaching a climax. Her body throbbed with pain, and yet she could feel the approach herself of a horrific orgasm. Cassandra's hand clawed at her flaming pussy, and Johnny's ramrod cock pierced deep into her ass, and she erupted in an excruciating orgasm at nearly the same second that she felt the jism leap out of his prick into her.

"Auungghh! Aungghh!" he groaned, spurting into her, jabbing it deeper, deeper.

But Laura was beyond crying out. A shattering climax hit her like a locomotive, knocking the breath completely out of her as piercing arrows of pleasure shot through her shuddering body. It was a fierce seizure of coming, like few she had experienced, clamped between these two people who were fucking her violently. She came and came and then caught her breath and moaned in a deep fit of ecstacy for about thirty seconds before the intensity began to wane.

"Ohhnnnnn . . . ohhnnnnn!" she moaned, still quivering from after shocks, feeling Johnny's large stiff prick slide back out of her asshole, feeling Cassandra's hand release her pussy.

Cassandra was kissing her feverishly, murmuring softly. "Oh baby, oh baby, you came so hard, so hard, so long," she whispered, as Laura gradually regained her senses.

Her eyes focused out of the blur, and the wild, frenetic throbbing of her body seemed to dissipate. Cassandra was kissing Laura's poor, flaming nipples, which she had moments ago been ravaging with her mouth. Laura winced, looking down.

"You two certainly know how to make a girl feel welcome in your home," she said.

"Oh honey," Cassandra said, now rubbing her own naked breasts against Laura's wounded ones, clearly aroused from what she had just taken part in. "You haven't been fucked like that in years, admit it. If ever. I'm so envious. It looked like you almost died of coming."

"Too bad he can't do the same to you," Laura smiled.

"Are you kidding? Johnny makes a quick recovery, don't you Johnny? At least the first time."

Johnny grinned and nodded. They looked down at his mammoth cock, which was already swelling again as he listened to them.

"You and Johnny get to do me next, the same way," Cassandra said.

Even though she felt like she'd been run over by a truck and raped by a squad of especially brutal marines, Laura could feel herself perk up at the idea of this. After a few more minutes rest, she and Johnny had the beautiful tall black girl between them on the waterbed, and Cassandra was going wild with lust, even wilder than she had when Laura had fucked her earlier.

Cassandra came easily, and Laura quickly brought her to a climax by eating her pussy, before Johnny had finished regreasing his cock. Then she got to watch the breath-taking sight of him sliding it into Cassandra's lovely, upraised ass.

The sight was heart-stopping, thrilling. The girl was very beautiful, and her body was very beautiful. She had a small, compact, beautifully-shaped ass that reminded Laura of Yvette's or Jonelle's, and seeing Johnny's huge greased piston of a cock slide deep into it, watching the grimace of pain spread over Cassandra's lovely face, followed by the ineffable expression of being stuffed and crammed full of him, excited Laura in ways she had never expected.

Next she watched Johnny fuck her in the most brutal way possible, reaming her ass violently with his huge stiff cock, until tears were streaming down Cassandra's face, and she was yelping and whimpering with each vicious lunge. And yet there was a touch of Karen in Cassandra, who seemed to thrive on the pain and become even more aroused by it somehow.

In the middle of this assault, she winced and implored Laura, her eyes streaked with red, glazed with pain.

"Oh ungghh! Oh Laura . . . I want ownnggghh! Oh! I want you too, Laura, please . . . to auuggnh! Oh god . . . to fuck me, you too . . . Laura owwngghhcchhh!"

Johnny rolled her onto her side to present the front of her body to Laura, who began kissing her and sucking her nipples, quickly bringing Cassandra to a new fevered pitch of excitement. She groaned and yelped as Johnny's enormous stiff cock continued stabbing her, but her body was alive with quivering, straining, wanton sexual excitement, her hot, feverish whimpering accelerating as the tempo of fucking increased crazily.

She was getting an even more brutal fuck-mauling than Laura had received, since Johnny had already come and his climax was harder and longer to achieve the second time. But she seemed to love it, moaning and sobbing and begging Laura to fuck her as hard as Johnny was doing.

And Laura had no trouble complying. This was the most exciting sexual event she had been part of since her last session of maniacal perversion with Karen, and Cassandra's beautiful face and body aroused her wildly anyway. She threw herself into it, sucking and squeezing the girl's hard little breasts violently, then slipping down to her crotch and hungrily eating her pussy.

"Unhg! Ungh! Ungh! Owwnnggh! Auunngg! Ohnng! Unghh!" Cassandra grunted as Johnny's cock ripped into her ass again and again.

Laura fastened her lips on the girl's swollen clit, sucking her hard as Johnny seemed on the verge of coming, fucking Cassandra more violently than ever. Cassandra writhed and moaned deliriously, then stiffened, shuddered, and came explosively, screaming with ecstacy, her body convulsed in terrible spasms. Her orgasm seemed to bring on Johnny's, who spurted into her ass, groaning and still reaming her as the jism leapt out of his prick.

It was all wildly violent and loud and explosive, then over in seconds. Cassandra collapsed like a rag doll as Johnny pulled his dying cock out of her rectum. Laura pulled away to give them room. Her own lust had been reawakened by the experience, but for the moment no one seemed interested in her.

Then, later, she and Cassandra fucked a couple of more times, while Johnny watched, a curiously erotic experience for Laura, who had rarely been observed. She found that it made things even more exciting. She and Cassandra both climaxed several more times this way before calling it a night. They took her back to her hotel in a limousine and made her promise to call for another night like this, whenever she got back to New York.

"Laura," Cassandra said solemnly to her, kissing Laura passionately in the back seat of the limousine. "I've fucked some hot chicks, I even fucked Whitney before she got married, but I never came close to anyone as hot as you."

"Whitney?" Laura said, astonished. "Whitney Houston?"

Cassandra winked. "Why, you want me to fix you up with her?"

"You mean those rumors about her are true?"

"Girl, that little rich girl likes to do it. But you're too late. She gave up girls when they started saying all that shit about her."

Laura gave Cassandra a mock pout. "Oh, too bad."

"It's been hot," Cassandra said, with another kiss. "Don't forget me. Or Johnny."

"How could I?" Laura said, slipping out of the limousine and trying to walk into her hotel without letting everyone know what Johnny had been doing to her.