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     Chapter 249
     
     
     
     Laura was sleeping with Shontay in Shontay's bed but
dreaming of Dawn.   It was a real dream, and guilt or
chagrin would have to wait until later.  In the dream, Laura
was on her back, and Dawn was on top of her.  Both were
naked.  Laura could feel Dawn's very firm breasts and the
thick soft bulbs of her nipples moving against her own skin.
Dawn slithered her long tongue deep into Laura's mouth.
Laura almost came in her sleep, and then slid abruptly into
consciousness.
     
     She was face to face with Shontay, who was still in a
deep sleep, breathing evenly, looking pure and lovely.  When
awake, Shontay's face had an habitually cold and arrogant
cast, which she had now partially softened due to her
fondness for Laura, when they were together.  But in sleep
she looked as angelic as a child.  Her hair, usually pulled
back severely, came down for fucking with Laura, and now it
was tangled and drooping across her face in stray locks,
making her look very sensual and fetching.
     
     They had fucked at first in an insatiable frenzy,
spurred on by the memory of Shontay masturbating while Laura
listened on the telephone from Tucson.  Then they had
settled into a more relaxed rhythm, though by midnight both
were so exhausted they could barely move.  Laura understood
why Shontay was zonked.  On the other hand, she wondered how
she could possibly be so oversexed as to have dreams of
fucking with Dawn after what she and Shontay had done before
falling asleep.
     
     Over Shontay's thin, light brown shoulder she could see
the clock on her vanity table.  It was six-ten a.m.  She had
to go to work-so did Shontay, for that matter-and had had no
intention of spending the night.  Now she would have to
drive home, shower, change, and rush to make it on time.
     
     She kissed Shontay's cheek.  "Good morning, sunshine,"
she whispered.  "I've got to go home and change for work."
     
     Shontay smiled drowsily, stretching, slowly coming
awake.  In fact, she could not stop smiling as she gazed
into Laura's eyes.
     
     "Did we really do what I think we did last night?" she
asked softly.
     
     Laura nodded, kissing her mouth.  "I guess it was worth
waiting for, right?"
     
     Shontay frowned slightly.  "Are you sure I satisfy you?
I mean, I can tell you must've had a lot of . . . other
girls.  It makes me a little . . . jealous . . . and also a
little insecure."
     
     Laura gulped.  How could she just get up and leave with
Shontay feeling like that?  Instead, she embraced her,
kissed her, rubbed her whole body against Shontay's long,
skinny body in a way that made them both remember the
previous night in acute detail.
     
     "Darling, you do more than satisfy me," she purred.
"You make me shimmer and glow.  When I'm away from you, I
just dream of the way your lips feel on my pussy."
     
     "Really?"  Shontay's high forehead knitted up.
     
     "Really."  She brushed the hair away from Shontay's
smooth cheek, touched by the girl's innocence.  "Do you
think of me?"
     
     "All the time.  I think mostly of when we did it the
first time.  I was so scared.  You wouldn't believe how
scared I was.  I give a good imitation of courage, but I'm
really scared shitless most of the time."
     
     Laura squeezed her tightly and nibbled her earlobe.
"Welcome to the club," she breathed softly into Shontay's
ear.  "You know . . . I have to go home and change, but I
can't seem to make myself let this beautiful body go."
     
     "You mean this skinny, bony, gangly body?"
     
     Now Laura was kissing her the way she had kissed her
last night.  "I mean this long . . . beautiful . . . slender
body," she murmured, kissing Shontay's upper chest and
collarbones and throat, now kneading the girl's charming
teacup breasts with her fingers.  "I think I suddenly need
another one before we stop."
     
     "Oh god, me too!  Unhhhhh!  Oh . . . Laura . . . yes, I
think we have just a little time.  Do that again.  Please!"
     
     While kissing her throat and her delectably straight
collarbones, and fondling her small breasts, Laura had
dropped one hand between their bodies and lightly pinched
Shontay's small clit, very gently, only enough to give her a
happy twinge, but apparently enough to make her blood leap.
     
     Sometimes in the morning, awakening after a night of
exhausting sex, Laura felt a surprisingly fresh and
insistent flash of lust.  Both of them seemed to feel it at
this instant, and they kissed hungrily, panting and
whimpering.
     
     "Touch me . . . touch me too," Laura panted to Shontay.
     
     Shontay dropped her hand.  "Like this?"
     
     "Yes!  Oh . . . yes!  Unhhh!"
     
     Shontay's pale brown eyes were wide and shiny, locked
with Laura's, throbbing.  "Oh!" she gasped.  Her eyes rolled
up.
     
     "Yes . . . yes darling yes oh . . . god yes!"
     
     For the next several seconds they kissed with extra
sensuality, intermingling their tongues and their moist
breath, their naked breasts brushing and their fingers
moving rapidly below, their lower bodies beginning to pitch
and roll in unison.  The moment approached.  They were
tightly synchronized, looking into each other's eyes,
moaning softly.
     
     "Come with me, baby," Laura panted.  "I'm going to . .
."
     
     "Oh Laura . . . oh Laura yes . . . oh Laura!  Unhhh!
Oh . . . Laura!  Oh!"
     
     Shontay's eyes rolled up again, and she began to come.
Laura was conscious for only the split second it took her to
see this, and then she began to come too, an exquisite,
hard, piercing ecstasy that felt almost painful in its
intensity, the final one in a long string of orgasms that
had started the night before.  Her body clenched so hard
that it was almost like a charley-horse, and recovering from
it left her dazed and speechless.
     
     She could tell by gazing at Shontay's face that
Shontay's orgasm had been equally sharp.  After the grimace
of near-pain faded from her features, Shontay was still
stunned and numb.
     
     "Excuse me," she half-coughed, clearing her throat,
after a minute or so had elapsed.  "That really . . . sort
of got to me.  It almost hurt, it was so hard."
     
     "Tell me about it," Laura whispered in acknowledgement,
tightening her embrace.  "For a minute I was paralyzed."
She laughed softly and kissed Shontay's gleaming wide
forehead, now shiny with a thin film of sweat.  "I guess you
don't have to worry any more about satisfying me."
     
     Shontay glowed with half-embarrassed pride.
     
     Now that they had patched up things and improved
Shontay's confidence, Laura felt more relaxed about hurrying
home to dress for work.  Coming into her building, she
actually ran into Mr. Gibson, Shontay's father, coming down
to the lobby to get his morning paper.  They exchanged
morning pleasantries, but Laura could not ignore the look in
his eyes.  He clearly thought it very odd, and a little
scandalous, that she would be coming in at seven o'clock in
the morning, still dressed in yesterday's work clothes,
looking a little frazzled and worn.  Laura remembered how
she and Cecilia had nearly raised the roof with their cries
and fierce, ecstatic shrieks only a few nights ago; she
still had no idea whether the Gibsons had been home to
overhear them.
     
     This thought made her blush pretty deeply.  Oh, forget
it, she told herself.  It's none of his business what I do.
I'm just a little sleepy and dreamy and tingling all over,
she smiled.  After a night (and a brief awakening) full of
thrilling sex.  And with your own daughter, too, Mr.
Respectable Gibson.  Did you know she likes to suck my
pretty pussy?  Wouldn't that put frost on your balls?
     
     At work she got a call from Rhonda's secretary asking
her to drop off some important papers at Rhonda's house
after five.  Rhonda was flying in from New York and needed
them before morning.  Only Laura could deliver them since
they were part of a project for which she was responsible,
which was quite confidential.
     
      One of Laura's few sexual encounters with the witch
Rhonda (they had been pretty good, she had grudgingly to
admit) had been in Rhonda's apartment, but success and a
rising salary had induced Rhonda to buy a house in St.
Francis Wood.  It was there one evening, at a party, that
Laura had fucked secretively-and serially-with both Chanitra
and Yvette, and so when she pulled up to the house and saw
Yvette's car parked in front, it wasn't exactly d,j... vu she
felt but a curious amalgam of resignation, dismay, jealousy,
and warm pleasure in the memory of the last time she had
encountered Yvette here.
     
     Clutching the papers under arm, she marched resolutely
to the front door, determined not to be threatened by this
obvious intimacy into which she was intruding.  Her feelings
might be hurt, she might be jealous, but Yvette had fucked
several people in the company, all of them male except
Rhonda, as far as Laura knew, to get where she was, and you
couldn't be jealous of that.  Maybe a little contemptuous,
but not jealous.
     
     Rhonda answered the door herself after about four
rings, and Laura was relieved, wondering how she would have
acted if Yvette had opened it instead, thus flaunting a
crushingly intimate casualness, as if she and Rhonda were
somehow sharing the house, which would have really shocked
Laura.  Some of this emotional turmoil must have been
showing on Laura's face because Rhonda looked at her as if
she might be ill.
     
     "Hi, Laura.  Are you all right?  You look a little
pale."
     
     "I'm fine."
     
     Laura handed the folders to her.  She could see a sign
of recognition passing through Rhonda's eyes, as if it were
dawning on her why Laura might be brusque, clipped, even
curt-or even a little hurt.  They had both been sleeping off
and on with Yvette for years and knew her special charms.
     
     "Why don't you come in and have drink?  Yvette just
stopped by.  She got here about three minutes before you
did.  I just got in from the airport myself.  I could use a
drink to unwind."
     
     Laura didn't jump at the invitation.  Her relationship
with Rhonda had always been bristly and uncomfortable, full
of suspicion, and sexual jealousy, mingled often with an
undeniable sexual attraction they both tried to rise above.
Yvette had been only the third woman Laura had slept with,
long ago now, but the special feelings Laura had for her
were hard to ignore.  She didn't know how she had got over
finding out that Yvette had been sleeping with Rhonda when
she first discovered it, but she had somehow come to terms
with it, partially by stealing Rhonda's other girls,
especially Stevie.
     
     Rhonda, as she watched Laura trying to make up her
mind, seemed to know exactly what Laura was thinking.
     
     "You're letting the flies in," she snapped, opening the
door wider, presumably to let more in.
     
     Laura smiled and nodded.  She stepped inside, and
Rhonda shut the door quickly behind her.
     
     The house was expensively furnished, something Laura
had barely noticed on her first visit, the party.  Then she
had been too eager to get Chanitra upstairs.  Afterward, and
after fucking Yvette there too, she had been in a rush to
leave.  But this time she couldn't help being impressed by
the d,cor, which was tasteful, even a little flamboyant, and
luxurious.
     
     Yvette's long body was draped across a peach-colored
sofa, her legs stretched out, her shoes on the floor.  She
was still wearing a business suit, but not one of the loose,
baggy ones that Shontay wore, even though Yvette's body was
similar: long, thin, but not quite so tall or skinny.
Her suit was black, and she wore a white silk blouse that
contrasted starkly with her beautiful black skin.  Against
the peach fabric of the sofa, she looked like a vision,
something posed by a photographer for an elegant magazine.
Even though Laura always wanted her physically, whenever she
saw her, at this instant Yvette looked more like a work of
art than a sex object.
     
     "Hi Laura," she smiled, perfectly relaxed and at ease.
     
     Laura gave her a tight smile. "Hi, darlin'."
     
     Rhonda had disappeared into an adjacent room, but Laura
would have said it anyway.
     
     Yvette patted the sofa cushion next to her legs,
swinging them down now, sitting up straight.  "Sit here.
I've missed you."
     
     "You sound like you mean it," Laura said, softly this
time, so that Rhonda would not hear.
     
     "I do mean it."  She raised one graceful hand and
caressed Laura's hair.  "You're always so gorgeous.  You
look good enough to eat."  She winked.  Then she raised her
voice, shouting toward the kitchen.  "Rhonda, do you need
any help?"
     
     "Of course not," Rhonda said calmly, walking through
the door with a tray of cheese and crackers.  "Yvette and I
were going to have martinis," she said to Laura.  "How about
you?"
     
     Laura smiled.  "Someone once told me never to drink a
martini unless I was within walking distance of my bed."
     
     Yvette shot a meaningful glance at Rhonda, who
pretended to ignore it.  "Rhonda's got three or four beds.
She won't mind if you crash and burn.  Will you, Rhon."
     
     Rhonda looked weary.   Laura almost sympathized with
her, realizing that she had just got off a transcontinental
flight.  And yet, before Laura showed up at least, she had
been planning to fuck Yvette.  I don't feel sorry for you,
cunt, Laura thought.  Yvette, she knew, was very sweet and
hot in bed.  You'll just have to wait until I finish my
drink.  Serves you right for inviting me in.
     
     "I am looking forward to a long night of sleep in my
own bed," Rhonda said, smiling wanly.  "Whoever sleeps in
the other ones doesn't concern me."
     
     Yvette could not resist the opportunity.  Looking
devilishly at Laura, she said, "What if it's me and Laura?"
     
     A cold glint came into Rhonda's eyes.  "That's not
funny."
     
     Abruptly, Yvette stood up, whether to cover her own
embarrassment or Rhonda's, Laura could not tell.  "I'm going
to make the martinis," she announced.  "You two try to find
something nice to say to each other in my absence, okay?"
     
     Rhonda looked up, wanting to rise herself.  "Do you
know where the vermouth is?"
     
     "I'll find it."
     
     Laura did not like being alone with Rhonda, and she
began to sense that Rhonda felt the same way.  Even though
they had rubbed their naked flesh together and clutched one
another while whimpering and shuddering through sweet
orgasms, they also competed hotly for certain women, and the
bad feelings surrounding the incident with Stevie had never
really disappeared.  On the other hand, that had happened
months ago too, so maybe things had calmed down enough for
them to return to mild civility, at least.
     
     After a very uncomfortable silence, Rhonda turned from
looking out the window.  "I hired that woman, Reed, what was
her first name?  To do that project I was telling you
about."
     
     Unaccountably, Laura blushed.  She looked down at her
hands, spreading them flatly over her knees, smoothing her
skirt down self-consciously, trying to make the blushing
stop.
     
     "Deshona?  Deshona Reed?"
     
     "Yes . . . her.  Actually, I hired her firm.  I don't
know whether she'll actually be involved herself."
     
     Laura smiled sweetly at her.  But you hope so, don't
you, you shameless dyke.  She's completely gorgeous, and as
cold as a stalactite.  You're like me, you want to chip
through that ice.  You want to get to that hot, pulsating,
wet center, don't you.
     
     "I'm sure they'll do a very good job," Laura said.
     
     "Yes."  Rhonda got a strange, lost look in her eyes, a
passing vulnerability that Laura had only glimpsed one or
two times before.  For all their hostility, Rhonda
occasionally seemed to want to be friends.  "Frankly, I
don't know how you could resist her.  I mean, making a pass
at her.  She's so . . . elegant, and so-"
     
     "Reserved?"
     
     Rhonda smiled, clearly feeling conspiratorial now.  She
nodded.  "More than reserved.  I feel like she hates me.  Or
maybe she just hates whites . . . or hates everybody.  She
seems to have a little chip on her shoulder."
     
     Laura could not resist this opportunity, even though
part of her hated herself for succumbing to it.  "That's
funny, I got along with her just fine."
     
     Now Rhonda looked at her curiously.  She had asked
Laura before if Laura and Deshona had ended up in bed,
though Rhonda had not put it so bluntly.  Now she was asking
again, though in the same veiled, indirect way.  Let her
wonder, Laura thought.
     
     Rhonda looked into Laura's eyes for several seconds
without speaking, though her expression soon became blank
and abstracted, as if she were being slowly overwhelmed by
weariness.  But then, when it seemed that she was no longer
focusing at all, she spoke softly, her eyes still fastened
to Laura's.
     
     "I don't mind if you do need to use one of the beds,"
she said, now looking down.  "You know, if you can't drive
home.  You're too valuable to us . . . to the company, I
mean, to let you get in an accident."
     
     "Why . . . thank you, Rhonda," Laura said, meaning it.
Not knowing exactly why, she was genuinely touched.
     
     Yvette returned with the martinis in time to hear this
offer.  If anything, her mood seemed to have become even
more provocative.  She knew she was very desirable to both
of these women, that whatever other sources of rancor there
might be between them, each was fiercely jealous of the
other's sexual moments with Yvette, and she was determined
to exploit her chance to toy with them.
     
     While bending down with the tray of glasses for Rhonda
to take one, she purposely pushed her delectable ass up and
in the direction of Laura's gaze.  Even though it was
covered by the skirt of her business suit, Laura could
detect the thrilling round contours of flesh under the
fabric and felt a little twinge in her pussy.  At the same
instant, Yvette was letting Rhonda peek down the gaping
front of her silk blouse, and making very sensual pout with
her lips.
     
     When Rhonda took her martini, Yvette promptly turned
and did the same thing to Laura, this time letting Rhonda's
eyes linger on her ass, and even licking her lips to make
them glisten for Laura.
     
     "Rhon, I think we should show Laura your new toy," she
said, out of the blue, finally sitting down between them
with her own martini.  "What do you think?" she smiled
sweetly, expectantly, at Rhonda, while raising her glass.
"Well . . . here's to us."  She winked at Laura.  "I'm in
the mood for a party."
     
     Laura swallowed nervously, raising her glass too,
glancing at Rhonda, who looked equally uncomfortable.  They
clinked their glasses, all three of them, and sipped.
     
     Yvette would not let it rest.  "I could model it for
you both," she said, smiling at them.  "What do you think,
Rhon?  I know where it is."
     
     "Yvette . . . you're being a little outrageous," Rhonda
said calmly.  "Maybe you should cool it.  I'm too tired for
a party."
     
     Yvette gave her a kittenish grin and crossed her legs.
Laura found her so desirable at this instant that she knew
Rhonda too was suffering the same feeling.
     
     "I'll bet you're not," Yvette whispered.  "I'll bet I
could get you in the mood for a party."  Ignoring Laura, she
let her eyes resonate with Rhonda's, exercising some sort of
hypnotic power she had over her, a power Laura understood.
"Let's show Laura your toy."
     
     "I . . . don't think Laura's interested," Rhonda said
wearily, making an effort of the will to detach her gaze
from Yvette's.
     
     "You are, aren't you, Laura?"  She put her martini down
on the expensive glass coffee table and stood up.  "That
does it . . . I'm going to get it."
     
     Rhonda looked like she wanted to jump up and physically
restrain her, but Yvette was out of the room before she
could move.  Laura smiled skittishly at her, radiating
sympathy.  It would have been very awkward anyway, and
Rhonda would have probably had to tackle Yvette to stop her.
     
     "She is a handful," Rhonda said, half-exasperated, not
realizing the innuendo until the words were out of her
mouth.  Then she looked embarrassed.
     
     "She is indeed," Laura said, warming to Rhonda in spite
of herself.  She wanted to change the subject.  "Tell me
about your trip."
     
     Rhonda relaxed and looked conspiratorial again.  "We
had a review of second quarter results with Wall Street.  It
went well."  Her face suddenly became almost beatific as she
lowered her voice.  "I spent a couple of nights with Stevie.
She was there, modeling."
     
     "How nice for you.  How is she?"
     
     Now Rhonda shot Laura a cold, threatening look.  "Fine.
Why do you want to know?"
     
     Laura shrugged, genuinely sorry to have aroused
Rhonda's jealousy.  "No reason."
     
     There was a long, uncomfortable silence, which was
broken by Yvette's return.  She was now wearing a large,
fluffy, white bathrobe, probably one of Rhonda's, Laura
surmised.  Her long, black, `good' hair spilled over the
collar and down the back, and her very dark skin contrasted
with the plush white fabric of the robe made her look more
ravishing than ever.  Her eyes also danced with sexual
adventurousness, which seemed to flood the room with
electric promise and danger.
     
     Rhonda, miffed, started to get up.  "Yvette . . . this
is ridiculous."
     
     "Oh no . . . it's fun," Yvette laughed.  "Okay, ready?
Here's the big unveiling."
     
     Laura had rarely seen Rhonda so anxious and confused.
Angry, yes; furious and jealous, of course.  But right now
she looked like she could die of mortification.  Yvette
stepped back in a playful flourish and parted the skirts of
the robe with both hands.  Out from between the skirts
popped the thick, ridged shaft of a large strap-on dildo.
It bobbed a little, up and down, as Yvette giggled softly.
     
     Laura's eyes widened.  Rhonda appeared almost to choke,
even though, Laura reflected, she must have known what
Yvette planned to do.
     
     Yvette looked expectantly at Rhonda, then at Laura.
"I'll bet neither of you knew I had a white cock, did you."
     
     Rhonda's lips grew pinched and tight.  Laura smiled,
feeling a definite-and exciting-sexual tension in the air,
feeling it ratchet up a notch or two.
     
     "It's not really `white,'" she said.  "It's really sort
of pinkish or coral colored."
     
     Yvette ran her slim, tapered black fingers up and down
the pronounced ridges that occurred about every inch along
the stalk.  "It's what they always call `flesh-colored,'"
she smirked.  "Your flesh.  Mine is a different color."
     
     She loosened the sash of the bathrobe and pulled it
open farther, apparently so they could see what she meant.
The shaft jutted up out of her crotch.  The straps of the
harness crossed the sides of her thighs up near her hips.
Her smooth skin was deliciously dark behind the bobbing
shaft.
     
     Laura could now feel a recognizable tingling in her
body, especially in her groin, and a growing warmth
spreading through her.  She glanced over at Rhonda,
wondering if she were feeling it too.
     
     Suddenly Rhonda looked over at her too, and their eyes
locked.  A hot, thick, pulsing sexual current passed between
them.  It seemed to dawn simultaneously on both of them, as
it had clearly dawned on Yvette earlier, that they were
alone, that they had all slept together, that nothing stood
in the way of the three of them doing whatever they wanted
to do.
     
     Yvette saw what was passing between Laura and Rhonda.
     
     "Come on, you two.  I want you to be friends.  Let's
stop all the nasty shit, okay?  Who wants to be the first
one to get a taste of my white cock?"  She walked toward
them, all six eyes on the bobbing member.  "Laura . . ." her
voice rose in a lilting, teasing, seductive manner.  "You've
never felt him.  Rhonda's felt him a few times, but you've
never felt him."  She reached out and caressed Laura's cheek
with two fingers, holding the shaft of the strap-on dildo in
her other hand.  "What do you say?  Want to be fucked by
Yvette's big white cock?"
     
     "Yvette, you're a disgusting little tramp," Rhonda said
under her breath.
     
     Without taking her eyes from Laura's, Yvette said, "Or
maybe you could hold Rhonda down on her expensive Persian
carpet while I rape her with it."
     
     Laura smiled and glanced over at Rhonda, who was
visibly aroused by what she was witnessing: Yvette standing
half-naked in front of Laura, waving the strap-on dildo in
Laura's face, tantalizing her with sexual invitations.
     
     "I don't think we have to rape her," Laura murmured,
her eyes appealing to Rhonda, also offering sexual delights.
"Do we . . . Rhonda?"
     
     Rhonda visibly loosened.  She stood up slowly from her
chair and came over to them, putting one hand on Yvette's
shoulder, the other on Laura's.
     
     "I always knew you were the devil," she said softly,
teasingly, to Yvette, then turned her eyes to Laura.  "Now I
know the devil has a sister."
     
     Laura now set her martini glass on the lamp table and
rose from her chair too.  As if to welcome Rhonda to the
fold, and to seal it in such a way that Rhonda would not be
able to back down now, she leaned forward and kissed her,
starting sensually, but quickly heating the kiss up into a
scorching fire, while Yvette watched.
     
     Laura and Rhonda had not even touched for a year or
more, and the few times they had slept together had been
marked more by an urgent, competitive sort of lust that was
unable to transcend their deep jealousy and mistrust.  And
so it was a surprise to Laura to find Rhonda's mouth sweet,
receptive, hungry and very responsive, and to find her own
feelings leaping up excitedly as this hot kiss grew even
hotter.  Yvette, who had labored skillfully to bring this
moment about, grew a little jealous herself as she watched
them devouring one another.
     
     "Okay . . . okay," she sighed with impatience.  "Let's
not get carried away."
     
     Rhonda and Laura stopped kissing and looked at her.
     
     "Who wants to be first?" Yvette smiled, saucily.
     
     Laura glanced at Rhonda, who got her message quickly.
Together they turned to Yvette and began to strip the
bathrobe off her, also hastily beginning to disrobe
themselves at the same time.
     
     "Hey . . . wait a minute," Yvette giggled.  "I'm the
one with the dick.  Did you forget?"
     
     "Not a bit, darling," Laura panted, as the robe dropped
at Yvette's feet, revealing all of her stunning, black,
naked body.
     
     Rhonda was already pulling Yvette down onto the sofa
where they had been sitting, slipping now out of her own
skirt, unfastening her bra.  "I think we both want you at
the same time," she panted to Yvette.
     
     For a few seconds it was a wildly exciting jumble of
half-clothed bodies as the garments flew in every direction,
and Laura was sharply aroused by Rhonda's nakedness, and her
pale, creamy skin against Yvette's smooth, dark, gleaming
flesh.  Rhonda, she now remembered, had a gorgeous body,
with full round breasts and large brownish nipples, skin
with the faint, warm blush of a peach blossom, and she
stared transfixed with lust as Rhonda lowered one full
breast into Yvette's mouth.  Yvette was on her back, facing
up, and she opened her mouth eagerly to receive it.
     
     Hurriedly, Laura shed the rest of her own clothes.  She
was so wet already that it was a very easy matter to simply
straddle Yvette's hips, while Yvette was thirstily sucking
and slurping Rhonda's nipple, and with one hand guide the
large dildo up into her pussy.  She threw her head back and
bit her lower lip, feeling the thick, ridged shaft ride up
into her body as she lowered herself slowly on it.
     
     "Unhhhhh!" she half-groaned.
     
     Yvette and Rhonda, who had been sunk in the hypnotic
sexual rhythm of their own activity, only now became aware
of Laura, facing them, riding slowly up and down on the
dildo that jutted up from Yvette's groin.  Rhonda turned her
face and half-grinned, a silly, charming, pleasure-besotted
grin, as Yvette continued to suck her breast aggressively,
squeezing the white globe with her slim black fingers.
Yvette began to churn her hips slightly, up-fucking into
Laura's pussy.
     
     "Oh!" Laura gasped, an involuntary sputter that
surprised her.
     
     She had never felt anything like it.  The strap-on
dildo had thick, convex ridges up and down the length of it,
and the sensations it inspired as it slid in and out of her
were intense and acutely pleasurable.  God, this is
wonderful! she thought, resting her hands on Rhonda's naked
back, rocking up and down on the thick stalk.
     
     For several minutes they continued in this way, since
there was no danger of anybody coming very quickly, and they
could surrender completely to the slow, sensual rhythms
their bodies made.  Yvette released Rhonda's nipple and
found her other dangling breast, guiding it to her mouth
with both hands.  She sucked the second nipple just as
vigorously and passionately as she had sucked the first, and
Rhonda began to respond more strongly, biting her lower lip,
throwing back her head, moaning softly.
     
     "Ahhnnnnn!  Oh . . . oh yes, oh yes baby oh yes!" she
gasped, now pushing her breast into Yvette's face, trying to
cram the whole thing into her mouth.
     
     Yvette's hands strayed down to Laura's thighs,
caressing them, then grasping Laura's hips.  She began to up-
fuck more rapidly, forcefully, pushing the dildo up into
Laura's pussy.
     
     "Unhh!" Laura grunted softly.  "Unhh!"
     
     She had fallen into a slow trance of happy, rhythmic,
relentless fucking, moving up and down on the dildo,
caressing Rhonda's naked back, feeling the warm resilience
of Rhonda's smooth flesh under her fingertips, her head
thrown back too.  She felt connected to Yvette also through
the shaft that slid in and out of her increasingly hot and
gooey wet pussy.  Looking down, she saw Rhonda slide one
hand back, around Laura's thigh, and into Yvette's crotch
from behind Laura.  Yvette groaned, and a sudden sharp
twitch shook her body.
     
     "Angghhh!" she gasped as Rhonda's wet, swollen nipple
spilled from her mouth.
     
     Though half-delirious from her own sexual trance, in
some remote corner of her brain Laura realized that the
strap-on was anchored on Yvette's pubic bone, slightly above
her pussy, so that her pussy itself was still exposed and
vulnerable to Rhonda's hand.  Rhonda had slid some fingers
into the greasy folds and was gently rubbing Yvette's pussy
now, causing an expression of almost unbelievable bliss to
pass across Yvette's lovely face.
     
     "Ungghh!  Oh god  . . . yes!" Yvette suddenly groaned,
beginning to churn her hips more rapidly, more urgently.
     
     This made the dildo drive even more sharply up into
Laura's cunt, and she could feel her whole body shimmer with
sexual excitement each time it pierced her, each time she
heard Yvette whimper and felt her thrust upward.  Yvette had
sucked Rhonda's first nipple back into her mouth again, and
now she was lightly biting it, and also barely able to keep
it in her mouth, since now she was being driven more and
more to the edge by the rising tempo of their fucking.
     
     Finally, she was panting so rapidly, churning and up-
fucking so wildly, that she could no longer hold onto it.
Rhonda gracefully maneuvered her body so that she could
lower her pussy onto Yvette's mouth instead, and this
brought her face to face with Laura, who was by now sunk in
a frenzied delirium of lust, hurtling toward a climax she
knew was only seconds away.  She felt Rhonda's wet, erect
nipples brushing against hers as they undulated vertically
on top of Yvette, both of them actually being fucked by her
now, Laura by the dildo, Rhonda by Yvette's mouth hungrily,
aggressively eating her pussy.
     
     Almost instinctively-though each usually thought she
hated the other-Laura and Rhonda embraced, their mouths
coming together ravenously, their naked breasts mashing
together totally.  It was a kiss that Laura thought was
going to unravel her now forever, a hot, probing, steaming
kiss that might have gone on much longer if they had both
not been overwhelmed by intense sexual sensations that made
it hard to continue.  In the middle of the kiss Rhonda was
forced to break it off as Yvette's mouth on her pussy made
her squeal and cry out.
     
     "Ahhnngghiieee!  Oh honey . . . oh god!" she gasped,
quivering and slumping forward against Laura, her mouth
sliding away from Laura's mouth and against her cheek.
     
     Laura herself was still hovering on the very edge of a
thrilling climax, but she held Rhonda until she recovered
from this brief spasm.  Now, slumped forward, Rhonda
suddenly discovered Laura's breasts and took one of Laura's
nipples into her mouth, sucking it heatedly, also slipping
her hands again around behind Laura's ass and sliding her
fingers again into Yvette's pussy.
     
     "Ouungghhh!" Yvette gasped, her hips leaping, her groin
driving the dildo deep up into Laura's throbbing pussy.
     
     Oh shit, I'm going to come! Laura realized at that
instant.
     
     They were all going to come.  They had driven each
other to the highest pitch of sexual desperation by now, and
a hot whirlwind of driving need enveloped their mingled
bodies.  Laura could hear the creaking and squeaking of
Rhonda's leather sofa under them as they slid and writhed
and rocked together, panting furiously, whimpering
frantically, bringing one another to the pinnacle.
     
     Rhonda was the first one to be struck by a sharp,
upwelling orgasm.  She gave a stark shudder and pitched
forward into Laura's arms, almost shrieking with joy as a
jolting climax shook her.
     
     "Ungghhmmnniinnghiiieeeee!" she wailed, burrowing her
face in Laura's neck, and clinging desperately to Laura for
support, as the spasms wracked her beautiful body.
"Ungghhh!  Oh!  Oh yes!  Unngghiiieeee!"
     
     Then Yvette and Laura, as if triggered by Rhonda's
climax, erupted at almost the same second.  Holding Rhonda's
slumping, quivering naked body, Laura felt like a hot geyser
suddenly rose up inside her own body, from the strap-on
dildo impaling her pussy all the way up to the roots of her
hair, flooding her with honeyfire.  At the same instant she
could feel Yvette's body beneath them, flexing and surging
up off the sofa, and hear her garbled cries.
     
     "Aayynniigghiieee . . . oh god ungghhhh . . .
auunghhhhh!" Yvette groaned, flipping and straining, her
strong young body jerking up wildly, piercing Laura's cunt
with the dildo, crying out as she came in wrenching shocks.
     
     Laura was only a micro-second behind her.
     
     "Oh!  Oh!" she gasped, feeling the hot lava pour
through her throbbing veins.  "Auungghhhh!  God . . .
yesssss!  Ungghhaauunngghhh!"
     
     Mewling and groaning, she slumped forward against
Rhonda's quivering body, feeling Yvette undulating and
trembling under them, all three naked bodies linked by a
shimmering, glowing sexual warmth that seemed to flow
through their flesh, uniting them for one thrilling second
in a circuit of throbbing bliss.  But the force of Rhonda's
and Laura's orgasms also weakened their balance, and they
were leaning precariously together, panting, even softly
whimpering, until they realized that they might slip and
fall awkwardly to the sofa or even the floor.
     
     Rhonda, recovering first, gently raised her hands to
hold Laura, who was still twitching uncontrollably, and
sighing in the aftermath of her climax.
     
     "Here, honey . . . just ease down . . . like that . . .
right," she purred, lowering Laura to the sofa beside
Yvette.
     
     Laura smiled up at her, beginning to regain her senses.
She saw Rhonda now slip off and stand beside the sofa,
which, though large, really had only enough room for two
bodies.  Yvette blinked and looked up at Rhonda.
     
     "I think we need more room," she suggested softly.
     
     Rhonda cocked her head to one side, amused, her full,
firm breasts thrusting out.  She looked statuesque and
voluptuous to Laura, who had forgotten how beautiful
Rhonda's body was.  At the same time, Laura was pressed
tightly against Yvette's long, silky black body, since there
was barely enough room for both of them on the sofa.  Her
cheek was pressed against Yvette's bare shoulder, and she
nuzzled it sensually with her nose, inhaling the wonderful
fragrance of Yvette's young flesh.  Laura was in ninth
heaven.
     
     "Laura looks like she's having a good time," Rhonda
said, acidly, but with enough humor to sound a little wry,
too.
     
     "Let's go in your bedroom," Yvette said softly,
kittenish, seductive.  "Like we usually do."
     
     This was a detail Laura didn't need, since it fanned
awake her latent feelings of jealousy, allowing her to
imagine the hot times Yvette and Rhonda had already had in
Rhonda's bedroom, fucking one another silly with the strap-
on dildo.  The hint of a smile played around the edges of
Rhonda's mouth.  Laura smiled warmly, invitingly, at her.
I'll bet you'd like me to fuck you with that thing, you
bitch, she smiled sweetly at Rhonda.  I can make you squeal
in a way Yvette never dares to do.
     
     Rhonda seemed to get the message, for she momentarily
seemed to flush pink, and looked away.  Yvette struggled to
sit up, propping herself on her elbows.  This movement made
her small, delicious breasts jiggle, and Laura saw Rhonda's
eyes on them.  This isn't over, she realized.  This has
barely begun.
     
     Yvette made a funny face as she looked at the large,
wet dildo that shot up out of her crotch.  Now that they had
gone through the exciting whirlwind of their shared orgasms,
it looked pretty odd and grotesque, glistening, still hard
and erect, ready for more.
     
     "You know, my husband's is bigger than this one, but
even he can't keep it hard that long.  I think this one is
horny for you, Rhonda," she said, slowly stroking the shaft
with her long black fingers.  "He wants you.  He got a taste
of Laura, and now he wants you."
     
     Now Rhonda flushed even pinker.  With an abrupt toss of
her head, she indicated that they should follow her.  Then
she turned and started walking away, with both Laura's and
Yvette's eyes on her body.  Laura couldn't take her eyes off
Rhonda's smooth, well-shaped ass.  When she reached the
stairway, Rhonda looked back over her shoulder at them.
     
     "Coming?"
     
     Yvette sat further up, swinging her legs off the sofa.
"Help me take this thing off," she whispered.  "I feel so
silly with it bouncing and bobbing like this every time I
move."
     
     "You might want to use it when you get upstairs," Laura
said, helping her slip out of the straps of the harness.
     
     Yvette shot her a smoking hot look.  "You might want to
use it, too," she said in a low, meaningful voice.
     
     Half-startled, Laura realized that she was right.  She
had never used one before, and never been tempted, but right
now, so close to Yvette that their naked skin brushed and
she could imbibe the sweet smells of Yvette's still-aroused
pussy, and see the light glancing off her gleaming, soft
black nipples, a strong part of her wanted to grab the strap-
on and slip it on and throw Yvette down on the sofa and rape
her wildly.   It took her a second to remember that Rhonda
was upstairs expecting them.
     
     Yvette saw what she was thinking.  "The white goddess
is awaiting us," she winked.  "I think you better do what
you want to do up there."  They stood and walked toward the
stairs, Laura barely able to take her eyes off Yvette's long
naked body.  "Anyway," Yvette added, "don't know if I can
wait to be the chocolate filling."
     
     "I thought I was the white goddess," Laura teased as
they climbed the stairs.
     
     Yvette shot her a devastatingly lecherous glance.
"Laura, you are white heat itself," she said under her
breath, careful not to let Rhonda, wherever she might be,
overhear.  She leaned closer.  "I want you to fuck my little
black pussy to heaven with this thing."  She waved the still-
damp dildo in Laura's face.
     
     Laura could feel the pulse in her throat suddenly begin
to hammer as she heard this.  Yvette, who naturally knew
where Rhonda's bedroom was, led her there.  They found
Rhonda, having already pulled down the bedcovers, lying back
against the pillows like a sultry Venus awaiting their
arrival.
     
     "Took you long enough," she grinned, caressing her own
magnificent, jutting breasts.
     
     Laura found herself remembering how everyone-Yvette,
Sholandra, April, even Kim-kept saying that Rhonda had a
beautiful body.  She did have one.  Even though Laura's
taste ran to darker shades, she couldn't ignore a hot itch
of lust deep in her cunt as she looked at Rhonda stretched
out naked across the sheets.
     
     Yvette, who clearly made love with Rhonda frequently
and was thus much more comfortable in this situation,
quickly crawled onto the bed with her, stretching out her
long silky body next to Rhonda's, caressing Rhonda's hip
with one graceful hand.  They kissed, knowing that Laura was
watching them intently, putting on a show for her, starting
slowly but soon entwining their tongues and letting their
hands roam.
     
     Laura stood beside the bed, still awkwardly holding the
strap-on in one hand.  She wanted them both and yet had no
idea how to interject herself into the situation.  Yvette
and Rhonda seemed totally preoccupied by what they were
doing, as if she were not even there, and yet she knew they
were doing it, especially the more dramatic moaning and
squirming, for her benefit.  Finally, Rhonda, facing Laura
over Yvette's shapely black shoulder, smiled seductively, a
smile Laura had rarely seen from her.
     
     "I think you'd better put that thing on and get over
here, Laura, or else give it to someone who can use it," she
murmured, eyes veiled now with hot sexual invitations.
     
     Shy and nervous, Laura did the first thing that came
into her mind and held it out to Rhonda.  "I've . . . never
done it," she said, haltingly.  "Why don't you . . . go
ahead."
     
     Uncoiling herself from Yvette's embrace, and smiling
again like a sex kitten-which flummoxed Laura completely
since she was more used to Rhonda's clipped, brusque,
business-like smiles-Rhonda reached across Yvette's body for
the strap-on, never letting her eyes leave Laura's.  She
took it and slipped effortlessly into the harness, adjusting
the bobbing dildo and running her fingertip up and down the
convex ridges along its shaft.  Again she looked at Laura,
but her hand was caressing Yvette's hip at the same time,
then her ass, her thighs, gently rolling her onto her back.
     
     "Come on, angel, let's show Laura how to really have a
good time," she purred to Yvette, spreading Yvette's thighs
and crawling between them.
     
     Laura felt like she was watching a pornographic movie.
By now her blood was hammering through her body, and her
pussy was even wetter than it had been while Yvette was
fucking her earlier.  This was the first time tonight she
had seen Yvette's pussy, one of the most beautiful she had
ever known, and the sight of the long, sinuous red gash,
with its wavy black lips parted and swollen, sent an added
spurt of lust through her.
     
     Yvette made matters worse-or better-by dropping both
hands to her crotch and rubbing her wet slit sensually with
her long, tapering fingers, pulling her glistening wet cunt
lips open, slipping the tip of one finger into the wet,
shiny, magenta flesh of her pussy, sucking her full lower
lip, letting her throbbing eyes linger on Laura's, then on
Rhonda's as Rhonda guided the dildo with one hand toward the
splayed and runny furrow.
     
     "Rhonda . . . I want you to fuck me, I want you to fuck
me deep," she said in a hushed, panting voice, her tone
overly dramatic but still authentic, her words meant both to
incite Rhonda, and to inflame Laura further.  "Please."
     
     A glance at Rhonda's face showed Laura that Rhonda was
as aroused as she herself was, and would be happy to oblige.
Laura was also half-troubled as well as half-startled to see
a surprising look of deep love shining in Rhonda's eyes as
she looked down at Yvette's beautiful naked body.  My god,
the witch really does care for this girl, she realized.  She
has feelings.  She yearns . . . she craves . . . she adores.
     
     Of course, Laura knew from her history with Rhonda and
Stevie that Rhonda had feelings, but she had rarely been
forced to confront them directly.  Now, Rhonda was about to
fuck Yvette before her, Laura's, very eyes, and Laura could
not avoid seeing the strong feeling they had for one
another.  It made her deeply jealous, on the one hand, but
fiercely horny too.  She wanted them both, she wanted to be
a part of this intimate union, and as Rhonda slid the dildo
deep into Yvette's pussy, Laura found herself-without
knowing how she got there-climbing across the mattress
toward them.
     
     "Ungghhhhh!" Yvette gasped as the large, ridged stalk
pushed into her cunt.
     
     Hovering over her, Rhonda put both hands on Yvette's
breasts, looking into her eyes.  "Is that too deep?"
     
     Yvette shook her head, though Laura could see water in
her eyes.  She began to undulate her body in a slow, sensual
fuck-motion under Rhonda, who remained relatively
motionless, making the dildo slid in and out of her pussy on
her own.  Her hands cradled Rhonda's beautiful, dangling
breasts, and she pinched Rhonda's thick brown nipples
excitedly.
     
     "Fuck me soft . . . and then fuck me hard," she
whispered, beginning to grind her hips a little faster.
"Fuck me gentle . . . and then fuck me deep.   Ohhnnnn!
Unghhh!  Yes!  Yes!"
     
     Turning her head to see Laura only inches away, Rhonda
smiled to welcome her and tilted her face slightly to let
Laura's mouth approach hers.  They kissed ravenously, and
now Rhonda began to move her hips, pushing the dildo into
Yvette while she tangled tongues with Laura.  Yvette began
to pant more rapidly and buck with her hips too.
     
     "Mmnngggeee!" she whimpered.  "Unnmmgghheee . . . oh!
Unghhh!"
     
     Oh god, we're going to hurt each other! Laura thought
as she could feel the sexual frenzy palpably increasing.
She could not keep her hands off Rhonda's smooth, resilient
flesh, forcing her tongue deep into Rhonda's mouth,
caressing and kneading the warm flesh of her back, groping
with her other hand for one of her breasts, even dueling
briefly with Yvette's hand, which fell back to Yvette's side
as she began to be overwhelmed by the increasingly vigorous
fucking Rhonda was giving her.
     
     Laura filled her hand with Rhonda's large, round
breast, digging her fingers hungrily into the springy ball
of flesh, scissoring Rhonda's large nipple with her fingers,
feeling a trembling spasm in Rhonda's tongue as Rhonda felt
the hot pinch.
     
     "Ahnnngggg . . . Laura," she gasped, her eyes flashing
with raging sexual fevers, raising her hands from Yvette's
breasts to grab Laura's, now thrusting sharply into Yvette's
pussy while still kissing Laura heatedly, wetly,
aggressively.
     
     Laura cradled Rhonda's breast in her palm and lowered
her lips to it, running her tongue all over Rhonda's wide
areola, licking and flicking the center of her nipple
teasingly.  She wanted to tease her further, since she could
hear the sharp intake of air whistling past Rhonda's teeth
each time her tongue swiped the upthrusting bud of Rhonda's
excited nipple, but lust got the better of her.  She sucked
it deep into her mouth, squeezing Rhonda's breast sharply at
the same time.
     
     Rhonda nearly came unglued.  One of her hands came up
from Yvette's body to clutch Laura behind the head, pulling
Laura's face into her breast, whimpering wildly.
     
     "Oh yes . . . oh yes!  Oh Laura . . . yes!"
     
     Meanwhile, Yvette was squirming and moaning feverishly
under them.  Laura, though her mouth was stuffed with
Rhonda's wet, throbbing nipple, could see over the edge of
the large firm globe of Rhonda's breast the thick wet shaft
of the dildo protruding from Yvette's beautiful, crammed
pussy.  Her black, glossy, wet cunt lips clung to the rod as
it slid out of her, and she gave a hot shrill cry of
ecstatic joy each time it plunged back into her.  Rhonda,
excited by Laura's mouth on her breasts, was thrusting more
roughly now, and Yvette was writhing out of control.
     
     Yvette's eyelids fluttered as she looked up at them.
"Oh . . . unghhh!" she groaned as Rhonda delivered an
especially hard thrust.  "Ungghh!  Oh . . . Laura . . . fuck
me too . . . I want both of you to fuck me!" she panted,
barely able to get the words out as Rhonda now leaned
forward and began to fuck her even harder.
     
     Laura slumped to the mattress beside Yvette, kissing
her, running her hands over Yvette's writhing body, squeezed
her small, gorgeous breasts, kissing them, now sucking
Yvette's swollen black nipples with the same passion she had
been applying to Rhonda's.
     
     "Laura . . ." Rhonda panted, her full breasts swirling
now as she planted her hands on the mattress on either side
of Yvette's head and began to swoop her pelvis forward,
pushing the dildo deeper and deeper into Yvette's body.
"There's . . . oil . . . in the drawer . . ." she panted,
indicated the small bedstand.
     
     Yvette twisted and moaned, her eyes delirious from wild
sex need, imploring Laura.  "Fuck me, Laura . . . in the ass
. . . hurry!"
     
     Laura realized that she had better hurry, indeed.
Yvette was about to pop.  She was writhing and whimpering
helplessly, her body undulating in rhythm with Rhonda's
thrusts.  Quickly, Laura rolled half-way over across the bed
and grabbed the bottle of oil out of the drawer.  God, the
bitch is just as kinky as I am, she reflected, with her
little bottle of baby oil at the ready.
     
     Laura had done this before and knew exactly how to
hurry.  She had the cap of the bottle snapped up in a second
and oil smeared on two fingers.  Rhonda had rolled onto her
side, maneuvering Yvette with her, so that now Yvette's
marvelous ass was presented to Laura.  Only Yvette's own
sister Chanitra had a more beautiful ass, and Laura wanted
to marvel at it, stroke it, kiss it, squeeze it, but Yvette
was much too far along for her to tarry.
     
     Sliding forward, pushing her naked breasts into
Yvette's long, sinuous back, she slid the two wet fingers
between the girl's hard buns, up into her asscrack, and
quickly found the little opening of her rectum, sliding them
up into it with very little trouble.
     
     "Anngghh!" Yvette groaned, wincing, her body stiffening
momentarily.
     
     Now they had her between them.  Even though the tempo
of their fucking now seemed to accelerate, Laura's
consciousness of it somehow paradoxically dropped into slow
motion, so that she could relish and savor each micro-second
of this delicious experience.  Fucking Yvette was thrilling
under any circumstances, but Laura wondered if she had ever
felt such an intense sexual rush as she felt at this moment
with the girl's long, smooth, black body writhing and
squirming, pinned between her own body and Rhonda's, her
moans rising and keening as she approached a crushing
climax.
     
     "Slow down, Laura," Rhonda gasped to Laura.  "I don't
want her to come yet.  This is too delicious.  I want it to
last."
     
     "Yes," Laura nodded, feeling the same way, wanting it
to go on forever, if possible.
     
     Together they relaxed the pace, beginning to kiss and
caress Yvette's naked body more slowly and sensually.  Laura
slipped her free hand under Yvette's arm and clasped
Yvette's small breast with it, while Rhonda, still fucking
Yvette slowly with the strap-on, lowered her mouth to
Yvette's other breast and began sucking her thick, shiny
black nipple lovingly.  Laura kissed the nape of her neck,
burrowing her face through the black veil of her hair, then
kissing the backs of her shoulders, squeezing her breast,
pinching her thick nipple, and probing gently but
insistently in her ass with the lower hand.
     
     Yvette was so aroused by all of this that there was
almost no way to keep her from coming before long.  She
writhed and quivered and whimpered between them, frantically
pumping her pussy up into Rhonda's thrusts, then, on the
back swing, pushing her ass down into Laura's probing
fingers, mewling softly and grimacing as the sexual
sensations grew too intense to bear.
     
     "Ohhhnnnn god . . . oh god . . . I'm going to come so
hard," she panted, inciting both Rhonda and Laura to fuck
her harder and faster through her own frantic pumping
motions.  "Oh god . . . I love having you both fuck me . . .
oh shit yes!  Unghhhhh!  Yes . . . harder . . . harder . . .
oh yes I . . . oh yes harder I . . . I'm going to come so
hard!  Auungghh!"
     
     And now Rhonda seemed to be getting even more aroused
too because she stopped sucking Yvette's nipples and almost
crushed Yvette's body against hers, jabbing the dildo deep
into her pussy now, pumping her harder than ever, her
fingers biting into Yvette's back.
     
     "Unhhh!  Oh yes . . . honey . . . angel . . . unhhhh!"
Rhonda gasped, panting hard, kissing Yvette's mouth
frantically and reaching down with one hand between them to
make sure the dildo did not slip.
     
     "Anngghhh!" Yvette cried out as it went in deep.
"Angghhh . . . oh yes!  Yes!"
     
     Laura too was swept up in the searing frenzy, and she
began to fuck Yvette's beautiful ass sharply too with her
fingers, probing her deeply there too, until Yvette was
being roughly pierced and penetrated from both sides,
whinnying and squirming, gasping, moaning continuously now.
Unable to help herself, Laura took a big chunk of the silky
flesh that ran between Yvette's shoulder and her neck into
her mouth, biting it gently but passionately, fucking her
and loving her so intensely that Yvette seemed to feel it
shoot through her body, and she began to come almost
instantly.
     
     "Ahhhn . . . ahhhnn . . . ahhnnAAUUUNNGGGHHHH!" she
suddenly cried out, a fierce cry of ecstasy that filled
Rhonda's bedroom, even with all the bouncing and thrusting
and gasping that was already going on.  "AUUNNGGHIIEEEEE!"
she wailed again, squealing this time as another throttling
spasm shook her body.  "Oh!  Oh!"
     
     Pinned, half-crushed, between Rhonda's and Laura's
naked bodies, Yvette's body quivered sharply as jolt after
jolt of a debilitating orgasm wracked her.  She came in
great shrieking torrents, coming more intensely than Laura
ever remembered seeing her come, trembling and moaning,
stretching, stiffening, gagging, and coming again, her body
a mass of twitches and long undulations which seemed to last
interminably.  It was also a very long climax, during which
Rhonda and Laura stopped moving, stopped plundering her
delicious body, and instead merely held her and cooed softly
to her until she began to wind down.
     
     "Oh god . . . oh shit," Yvette finally gasped,
slumping, her body finally relaxing from the fierce
trembling she had been undergoing.  "Don't move!  Ohhhhh . .
. don't . . . please don't move!  Not yet.  Wait."
     
     Feeling her relax, knowing the storm was past, both
Laura and Rhonda had given small signs that they were going
to uncouple from her, but Yvette beseeched them to stop, and
for almost a full minute the three of them clung together,
Yvette lovingly squeezed in the middle, all three pulsing
with warm waves of bliss.  Finally, Yvette kissed Rhonda
while she reached behind her with one arm to caress Laura's hair
and cheek.  Slowly, they peeled their bodies apart.
     
     Having kissed Rhonda, Yvette rolled over to face Laura
and kissed her.  Rhonda, slipping awkwardly out of the strap-
on harness, seemed to move away, but Yvette again  corralled
her as she had done with Laura, reaching behind with one
long arm.
     
     "Come here, you."  She pulled Rhonda close, so that she
herself was again pinned between their two naked bodies,
only this time facing Laura.
     
     "I want you to fuck me again," she murmured, flirting
with them both.  "I never had such an intense experience as
that."
     
     Laura could hardly resist the invitation.  Though
Yvette had climaxed with extraordinary noise and energy,
neither Laura or Rhonda had come since their earlier tryst
in the livingroom.  Both were clearly still enchanted by her
lovely naked body and her alluring manner.  But Rhonda,
still weary from her flight, seemed unable to continue for
the moment.  She patted Yvette affectionately on the thigh.
     
     "You and Laura play and cuddle for a minute," she said,
rolling off the bed.  "I'm going to take a pill so I can
keep up with both of you."
     
     As soon as she disappeared from the room, Yvette
reached over and picked up the strap-on.  "Your turn,
Laura," she said, flirtatiously.  She slid up to Laura
seductively, kissing her neck, cupping her breasts,
scissoring Laura's nipples with her fingers.  "Don't you
want to fuck me?  She's gone, quick, do it.  We've both used
it . . . now it's your turn.  Come on," she smiled, rolling
invitingly onto her back and parting her thighs again,
revealing the hot, wet, red slit that Rhonda had just been
pumping with the oddly grotesque thing Yvette was offering
to Laura.
     
     "I . . . don't know," Laura said, nervously, wiping her
greasy fingers on the edge of the sheet.
     
     "Come on," Yvette purred.  "I want you to fuck me.  You
have to hurry, before she gets back."
     
     Laura shrugged.  In fact, she was not as reluctant as
she tried to imply.  She still wanted Yvette desperately,
and Yvette knew it.
     
     "How do I get this thing on?"
     
     "Simple.  Here . . . lift your foot."
     
     Laura had not noticed until now that the harness was
made of thick, stretchable latex which expanded easily to
grip her hips.  She slipped into it very easily.  Two thin
straps made a gap around her pussy and then ran up her
asscrack, anchoring the thing in place.  It bobbed and
jumped as she looked down at it.
     
     Yvette looked up at her expectantly.  "Well?" she
smiled.  "Fuck me, you beast," she purred.   "Fuck me deep
and hot."
     
     With an embarrassed smirk, Laura leaned forward,
guiding the large, thick stalk into Yvette's soupy, inflamed
cunt, pushing, sliding it in, still holding it with her
fingers and watching Yvette's eyes roll up as the thing
penetrated her.
     
     "Oh god . . . yes!" she gasped.
     
     This incredible woman is as much of a fuck-slut as I
am, Laura found herself thinking, watching Yvette almost
immediately sink into a feverish rhythm of fucking, now that
Laura had pushed the cock as far as it would go into her
body.  But Laura-now that she and Yvette were alone, even if
only temporarily-wanted all of her, wanted to devour her
completely, giving in to a fullness of lust that she had had
to keep somewhat in check while fucking with Rhonda present
earlier.  In reality, she wanted to consume Yvette utterly,
and this brief opportunity was her chance.
     
     Placing both hands on Yvette's lightly swirling
breasts, she lowered her mouth to them hungrily, moving her
hips to slide the dildo in and out of Yvette's pussy, and
sucking her swollen, black, gleaming nipples heatedly, which
aroused Yvette more than ever.  She twisted and moaned, her
sleek flesh shiny as ebony as she writhed under Laura's
steaming caresses and voracious mouth, gently gyrating her
pelvis up into Laura's thrusts, then beginning to buck more
aggressively.
     
     "Unghh!  Oh god yes . . . Laura!  Ungghh!  Yes . . . do
it harder!  God, I love it when you fuck me.  Bite it . . .
yes . . . bite it, please!  Aiieeee!  Oh!  Oh!"
     
     Both of them were so sunk in this hot frenzy of fucking
that they really were oblivious to anything else, even
forgetting completely about Rhonda and her possible return.
To Laura it was a novel way of fucking, though she had used
dildos before.  This device allowed her really to ram
Yvette, thrusting forward with her hips, sinking the stalk
deep into Yvette's pussy, hearing her yelp and feeling her
quiver with intense sexual excitement.
     
     It was such an hot and absorbing experience that
neither of them noticed Rhonda until Laura felt something
entering her own pussy from behind.  Glancing back over her
shoulder, she saw Rhonda crouched there, holding the end of
another dildo.  Rhonda grinned at her.
     
     "You two don't get to have all the fun," she said, her
eyes twinkling with mischief and smoking with sex at the
same instant.
     
     She twisted the dildo in Laura's pussy, and Laura threw
her head back slightly, gasping with pleasure.  "Ohnnnnngggg
. . . yes!" she panted.
     
     Yvette hardly knew or cared what was happening between
Laura and Rhonda.  She was cranking up for another
explosion, squirming and straining under Laura, whimpering
and mewling.
     
     "Yes Laura . . . yes!  Aungghh!  Ungghh!  Oh . . . shit
that thing goes in deep!  Aunngghh!  Yes!  God . . . bite
the other one, ungghhh!  Yes!"
     
     By now, with Rhonda fucking her from behind, Laura was
joining Yvette, panting and groaning as Rhonda began to
plunge the dildo faster in and out of her flaming pussy.
     
     "Ohhnngggg!  Ungh!" Laura grunted softly, her head
swiveling to watch, though she was not able to see much more
than the expression on Rhonda's face, almost grim but very
sensual at the same time, as if she were focusing all her
attention on bringing Laura to the peak of pleasure.
"Ungghh . . . yes . . . yes Rhonda!" Laura gasped, returning
to her own happy task, ripping the cock that now sprung out
of her groin into Yvette's delicious, supple body.
     
     Since Yvette had already come twice in fairly quick
succession, she was more interested right now in the joys of
being vigorously ravished by Laura than in bursting her
bubble too soon, but Laura didn't have that luxury.  She was
so excited by this plunging, straining, surging, hot mass of
flesh that the three of them had become that she was about
to spill over in ragged, thrashing convulsions of
uncontrollable coming herself.  Rhonda was now leaning
forward over her back, still shoving the dildo up into
Laura's cunt and twisting it rapidly at the same time, but
also grabbing Laura's dangling breasts from behind,
squeezing them passionately, kissing Laura's naked back in a
frenzy and pushing her own firm breasts into it.
     
     Laura realized that she was going to come long before
Yvette did.  Already she could feel the tightening tentacles
of a huge orgasm crawling through her flesh.
     
     "Unhh!" she groaned as Rhonda raped her pussy from
behind.  "Anngghhh!  Ouungghhh!"
     
     At the same time, the sight of Yvette's lovely face
contorted by a sexual pleasure so extreme that it made pain
seem like a mild alternative stirred Laura's desire to a
higher pitch.  She pressed her body down into Yvette's
writhing flesh, fucking her hard, trying to bring her off-or
at least bring her closer-before she herself dissolved in
ecstasy.  But each time she drew her hips back to deliver
another thrust, she could feel Rhonda push the dildo deep
into her own pussy, and in only a few seconds she simply
spilled over with hot, jolting orgasmic spasms, slumping
forward and groaning as a thrilling climax wrenched her.
     
     "Auunngghummpphhggggg!" she gasped, her face sliding
against Yvette's shiny black shoulder, her breasts mashing
into Yvette's.  "Ohnnggg!  Auunngghhhh!"
     
     Her whole body filled with surging, boiling, thick,
pulsing liquid fire.  She could feel Rhonda slumped forward
on top of her too, as she was slumped forward onto Yvette,
and then Yvette began to come too, her voice flowing out of
her throat like the long peal of a horn while her body sank
into convulsive jerks and twitches as another orgasm crushed
her.  Laura and Yvette were glued tightly together,
whimpering and still trembling as wave after wave of coming
rolled through them both, with Rhonda still clinging to
Laura's back, still pushing the dildo into Laura's pussy,
until several excruciating seconds elapsed, and Laura and
Yvette began to descend from the height of their sweet
ordeal.
     
     Whether or not Rhonda was half-paralyzed by the
intensity of the event Laura didn't know, but she herself
was squeezed between their two bodies, and she knew Yvette,
who had Laura and Rhonda piled on top of her, must be
suffering too.  After a few seconds, Laura rolled to the
side, not moving rapidly enough to shed Rhonda from her
back, but just gracefully enough to keep their hot bodies
welded together though now on their sides.
     
     Yvette blinked, returning reluctantly from paradise.
"I think maybe they could kill me now and I wouldn't be
unhappy," she croaked hoarsely, crinkling her nose in a very
fetching smile, aiming it both at Laura and Rhonda.  "Except
I'd miss my little girl."
     
     Laura could not even speak.  She had not yet regained
her breath, and her body felt like four or five people had
been fucking it, not just Rhonda and a solitary dildo.  She
winced as she felt Rhonda now slowly remove it.
     
     "Nobody's going to kill you, Yvette," she heard Rhonda
say, behind her.  Rhonda's voice was soft, indulgent, full
of warm emotion and relaxed friendliness that Laura was not
accustomed to hearing in it.  "We need you too much for
moments like this.  Don't we, Laura."
     
     Laura smiled and fought to make her own voice work
again.  It had always been hard to agree with Rhonda about
anything, and now she could not deny that she was being
drawn into an intimacy and a sort of camaraderie that scared
her.  How can I be her friend? she wondered.  How can I
share these feelings with her?
     
     She kissed Yvette on her crinkled nose, then lazily
turned her body over to face Rhonda.  It was an awkward turn
since she had forgotten the strap-on dildo, which was still
embedded in Yvette's body but quickly slid out and bobbed,
wet and obscene and comical, between them.  They all looked
down at it and giggled.
     
     When Laura looked up, her eyes stopped on Rhonda's
naked breasts.  They were very beautiful, pear-shaped but
large and firm, with soft, wide, brownish nipples that
begged to be sucked.  Rhonda's thick nipples seemed to
spring tiny bumps of sexual excitement as she felt Laura's
eyes licking them.  Even though Laura had had a horrific
climax, she could feel the sap rising again as she looked at
these creamy, shapely globes.
     
     "I think," she said softly to Rhonda, her eyelids
drooping sensually, "that Yvette and I have been paying far
too little attention to our very beautiful hostess . . . and
her very beautiful body."
     
     Laura was surprised to hear the sultriness in her own
voice.  She was a little surprised at the words that came
out of her mouth, too.  How can I be saying this? she
wondered.  I hate her.  Don't I hate her?
     
     But right now she felt very little hatred for Rhonda,
only growing, swelling, even throbbing desire.  She could
feel Yvette stirring behind her, sitting up too, and saw
Rhonda's eyes catch hers over Laura's shoulder.
     
     "I think Laura's right," Yvette breathed.  "I think
it's your turn to be at the bottom of the pile, Rhon."
     
     At this, Rhonda blushed a deep red, something that made
Laura want to squeal aloud with happiness.  The hot red
flush spread from her face down her neck to her upper chest,
and she tittered uncomfortably, since both Laura and Yvette
were devouring her naked body with their eyes.  Laura was
thrilled to see someone blush as deeply as she herself
continually did at the most embarrassing moments, and her
lust was fanned by it too.  Rhonda seemed actually human,
and not only that, but demure and wildly sexy at the same
instant, as if the cold, blonde bitch Laura knew had
suddenly dissolved into this alluring, sexy creature with
the tiny, tongue-tempting bumps on her swelling nipples.
     
     Rhonda pursed her lips almost bashfully, aware that her
face and shoulders were as red as a boiled lobster.  "I . .
. I don't know what to say," she stammered.
     
     "Mmmmm, you don't have to say anything," Laura purred,
reaching out one hand, curving her fingers gracefully around
one deliciously firm breast.
     
     Yvette moved around Laura and reached out to touch
Rhonda too, and together the two of them pulled her down
between them on the sheet.  Her hot blush began to recede as
they kissed and stroked her, running their hands down and
across her body, fondling her breasts aggressively,
slithering their tongues into her ears, taking turns kissing
her mouth.  Rhonda began to pant and squirm.
     
     "God . . . I've never made love with two people
before," she gasped.  "Until now."
     
     Laura smiled, letting her tongue dance and coil with
Rhonda's.  This was a lie, of course.  Long ago she and
Rhonda had spent a scorching evening with Sholandra during
which all three had even fucked one another in the ass with
a dildo, Rhonda's first time.  She had been a ravishing anal
virgin.  Laura remembered that it had been a martini-
drenched evening too.  Rhonda was partial to martinis.  She
apparently had forgotten this event (how could she? Laura
wondered), or else she was determined to maintain, with
Yvette, her image as a relative sexual innocent, who would
not think of indulging in such promiscuity.
     
     "We're not `making love,' darling.  We're going to fuck
you senseless," Laura whispered hotly into her ear.
     
     Rhonda giggled girlishly, obviously so happy to be the
center of attention.  "Oh god . . . I can't wait."
     
     "Mmmm, I can't either," Yvette breathed, sliding her
long, svelte, black body over almost on top of Rhonda's,
then kissing her way down Rhonda's chest to her naked
breasts while Laura was still kissing Rhonda's mouth.
     
     Laura let one hand trail down Rhonda's body below
Yvette's head, down to her silky, golden crotch hair, which
she twirled in her fingers, enjoying the feel of the fluffy
soft filaments before dropping her fingers lower, sliding
them into the warm, greasy folds of Rhonda's pussy, making
Rhonda's tongue flutter just a little faster and her breath
quicken.
     
     "Unhhhh!  Oh . . . Laura," she sighed, biting her lower
lip as she felt Laura's fingers invade her wet pussy.
     
     Laura glanced down to see Yvette holding one of
Rhonda's large naked breasts in both hands, her slim, very
black fingers laced around the creamy melon, Rhonda's
swollen nipple protruding between them, looking like a ripe,
soft brown berry all peppered with tiny bumps.  As she
watched, Yvette extended her long tongue and began to run
the tip of it slowly around Rhonda's aerola, leaving a shiny
trail of warm spittle, then taking the stiff center nub of
Rhonda's nipple playfully between her teeth and waggling her
head, as if in a sweet, tender threat.
     
     "Ohhhhh!" Rhonda sighed louder, twisting excitedly, now
watching Yvette's hands and mouth on her breast too.
     
     Still holding the center of Rhonda's delectable nipple
between her teeth, Yvette smiled suggestively up at Laura.
She let Rhonda's nipple go from her teeth, purring softly.
"Laura, I think you better do the other one before it gets
jealous," she murmured, indicating Rhonda's other breast
with her smoldering eyes.
     
     Laura needed no further encouragement.  She wanted to
get her mouth on one of those swollen, silky nipples anyway,
and wanted to feel those raised bumps against her own
tongue.  Slipping down, she clasped Rhonda's other breast in
both hands, caressing it and squeezing at the same time,
feeling Rhonda's body begin to yearn and tremble now under
her and Yvette's caresses.  She made a circle with her
thumbs and forefingers, trapping Rhonda's big, protruding
nipple in the center of it, and lowered her mouth to it.
     
     "Oh!  Unhhhhh!" Rhonda threw her head back, overcome by
sweet sexual feelings as Laura sucked her nipple into her
mouth, and Yvette did the same thing with the other one at
the same instant.
     
     Now both of them were sucking Rhonda's nipples and
kneading her firm, round breasts at the same time, and this
had the effect of ratcheting up the lust level several
notches in all three.  Both Yvette and Laura began slowly,
teasing Rhonda's nipples with their tongues and lips, then
their teeth, until they began to stiffen and point, shiny,
wet, and erect.  Through all this, Rhonda whimpered and
sucked air excitedly past her teeth.  Her fingers scrabbled
in Laura's hair and Yvette's as she struggled to control her
accelerating sexual tension.
     
     Then Laura and Yvette, their sensual rhythms
synchronized, began to suck and mouth-maul Rhonda's
delicious breasts more heatedly.  Their fingers sank into
the springy mounds, and they sucked her nipples deep into
their mouths, sucking hard, sucking hot, and Rhonda's moans
grew more violent and uncontrollable.
     
     "Oh god . . . unhhhh!  Oh god . . . you guys . . . oh
god that feels so good!  Annggghhh . . . oh yes . . . more .
. . yes, like that . . . I like it hard like that, yes!
Ungghhh!  Oh shit . . . Laura, not so hard!  Ouch!"
     
     "Sorry," Laura smiled, but she could see in Rhonda's
bloodshot eyes that she did not really want Laura to stop.
     
     "That's . . . okay," Rhonda gasped, her head falling
back as a sharp moan escaped from her throat.   "Oh god . .
. go ahead.  God, it feels good!  It feels so good to have
both of you doing it."
     
     "Well, Yvette's going to have to take over for me,"
Laura panted, sliding down and balancing herself on her
knees between Rhonda's golden blonde thighs.  "Because I'm
going to fuck your beautiful pink pussy into paradise right
now."
     
     A brief realization of how odd this was passed through
Laura's mind.  She and Rhonda had been rivals for years,
only reluctantly sharing certain girls, experiencing a sharp
and lasting mutual hatred and mistrust over the Stevie
Archer incident.  As Laura had understood earlier that
evening (before we all took our clothes off, she smiled
inwardly), this deep wound had not healed.  And yet here
they were, naked in bed with Yvette, one of the very girls
she and Rhonda had warred over in the past, and Laura was
getting ready to slide Rhonda's own strap-on dildo into
Rhonda's beautiful body and fuck her, as she had promised,
senseless.  And Rhonda's eyes were staring directly into
hers, hot, pulsing, liquid with sexual promise, her face
acknowledging everything that Laura was now feeling, as if
she too knew how odd it was and could not wait for it to
continue.
     
     Almost imperceptibly, Laura saw her nod, saw the appeal
in her eyes.
     
     "Yes . . . Laura," Rhonda sighed, almost inaudibly.
"Yes."
     
     Yvette had, following Laura's suggestion, taken over
for Laura and was now sucking and squeezing both of Rhonda's
luscious breasts.  The sensations made it impossible for
Rhonda to keep her head up, to keep looking at Laura.  She
let it fall back again to the mattress, and Laura looked
down, guiding the fat stalk of the dildo into the gaping,
wet, bright pink crease of Rhonda's open pussy, moving
forward with her hips smoothly but forcefully and not
stopping until the whole thing was sunk in Rhonda's body.
     
     "Unhhhhhh!" Rhonda moaned, quivering, her hands now
fluttering over Yvette's long, jet-black hair, her back
arching slightly as she pushed her breasts up into Yvette's
face.  "Oh . . . yes, Laura . . . ungghhhh!"
     
     Now Laura began to fuck her.  Though she had used
dildos before, and in fact used them frequently, especially
the monster she and a few of her other girl friends had
become enamored with lately, she had never had quite this
feeling when using them.  It was more like being a man, she
guessed, with this thing actually attached to your body.
Somehow it made fucking a whole new sensation-partially
enhanced by having both hands free to grab other parts of
Rhonda's wonderful smooth body-and watching Rhonda writhe,
hearing her gasp and whimper as the long shaft plunged
slowly in and out of her tight, clinging pussy, aroused
Laura in fresh, exciting ways she had never anticipated.
     
     "Oh yes . . . oh yes!" Rhonda panted, quickly becoming
more aroused than Laura had seen her this evening.  "Oh yes
. . . ohhhhhhh . . . yes, do it fast, Laura!  Please!"
     
     "Mmmm, you like that?" Laura purred.  "You like having
Laura fuck your pretty blonde pussy?"
     
     "Oh yes!"
     
     Yvette had pulled back now, letting Laura lean forward
over Rhonda, watching them fuck, seeming to draw a great
pleasure from the scene, smiling and lazily rubbing her own
pussy gently.  And it was true, Laura realized, that there
was more sexual interest here than usual since she and
Rhonda were a curious mixture of friend and enemy, jealous
rivals and yet partners-conspirators, even-in lechery.  The
emotional content of their sexual union at this moment was
very complex, and they stared deeply into one another's eyes
as Laura slowly churned her hips, moving the shaft in and
out of Rhonda's tight cunt very slowly, making each feathery
sensation count.
     
     "Is it good?" Laura whispered to her, hanging over her,
dangling her small breasts over Rhonda's, dying to feel her
own nipples brushing the taut, wet, erect buds that Yvette's
mouth had turned Rhonda's own nipples into.
     
     "Oh god . . . yes!"
     
     "I want to kiss you."
     
     "Yes . . . please."
     
     Slowly, Laura lowered her body, now brushing her
nipples against the damp, hard pebbles of Rhonda's, now
slithering her tongue between Rhonda's parting teeth.  It
was a very wet kiss, slow, simmering, smoldering, with Laura
still slowly grinding her hips and her pelvis throughout,
pushing the shaft into Rhonda's pussy, pulling it out very
slowly, pushing it in deep again.  In fact, to the
astonishment of all three, it was turning into a very
romantic fuck, full of throbbing emotion and minutely
pleasurable physical sensations.  Since they were really not
embracing heatedly, Laura let her hardening nipples dance
and skim across Rhonda's as they kissed, and the sensations
were so sweet that both were soon panting and kissing more
hungrily.
     
     "Oh yes . . . oh yes," Rhonda panted.  "Oh . . . I
think . . . oh Laura god yes you can do it harder . . .
ungghh!  Yes . . . like that!  Unghhhh!"
     
     Laura was getting carried away by the thrill of the
moment, too.  She now had grabbed Rhonda with both hands,
clutching the smooth muscles that ran between Rhonda's
shoulders and her neck, which gave her enough leverage to
plunge the dildo into Rhonda's pussy even deeper.  As the
harness was very sturdy, and she felt no hints of slippage,
she rammed it home harder and harder now, making Rhonda
groan and grimace with intense pleasure.
     
     "Ungghhh . . . . ungghhh!" Rhonda groaned, whinnying
softly deep in her throat between thrusts as Laura picked up
the pace.
     
     "Oh . . . Rhonda . . . I love fucking you . . . I love
it!" Laura gasped incoherently, almost shocked to hear the
words coming out of her own mouth.
     
     Rhonda's red-glazed eyes caught Laura's.  "I love it
too!" she gasped.  "Oh god . . . Laura, I'm going to . . .
yes!  You can do it harder!  Do it really hard!   Unghhh!
Ungghhh!  Ungghhh!  Like that . . . yes!  Ungghhh!"
     
     Laura knew that if she had not already come a couple of
times herself, she would be coming again this very instant.
The bed was shaking, and the two of them were squirming and
thrusting wildly together, panting and whimpering semi-
hysterically, totally oblivious to Yvette, who remained next
to them but could do nothing but watch.  But clearly Rhonda
was the closest, and after about five seconds of fierce,
slam-fucking by Laura, she began to come.
     
     "Oh god . . . Jesus oh yes . . . Laura!
Auunngghmmnnggiiieeee!" she cried out, her piercing shrieks
filling the bedroom, great shocking wails of excruciating
ecstasy.  "Unnnnnmmgghieee!  Oh . . . oh yes!  Oh yes!
Ungghhhhiieeeee!"
     
     Laura could only hold on.  Rhonda's lovely body flipped
and undulated under her as the repeated waves of a killing
orgasm wracked her.  She was very beautiful as she came,
even Laura had to admit, clinging to Rhonda, kissing her
cheek, her shoulder, feeling Rhonda's large breasts pressed
tightly to her own, feeling the breath go rapidly in and out
of her shuddering body as each new spasm hit her.
     
     After a long succession of wrenching spasms, Rhonda
began to quiver and twitch with aftershocks, now recovering
enough to smile in shocking suspended animation at both
Laura and Yvette as she mewled and trembled through each
one.
     
     "Unnnnn," she half-groaned, eyes rolling up again as
another aftershock struck her.
     
     "Shit, Laura," Yvette, still sitting next to them on
the mattress, said under her breath.  "We're going to have
to invite you over here more often.  I never make her come
like that."  She reached out and drew an invisible line down
Laura's arm from the shoulder to the elbow with one long,
slender black finger.  "Girl, I told you you were white heat
itself."
     
     Laura was still a little stunned herself from the
shocking force of Rhonda's orgasm.  Did I do that?
     
     "Maybe she can give you lessons," Rhonda finally
croaked to Yvette, beginning to emerge from her sexual
trance.
     
     Yvette smiled coquettishly at both of them.  "She
already done gave me lessons, Miss Rhonda.  They didn't
take, I guess."  She looked into Laura's eyes, apparently
recognizing the pent-up sexual tension reflected there.
"Looks like I might give it another try, though."  She made
a cute face at Rhonda, who was now propping herself up on
her elbows, looking thoroughly blasted and  thunderstruck.
"Just practice, of course."
     
     Laura was suddenly, after her vigorous fuck-pounding of
Rhonda, very pliant and submissive as Yvette helped her off
with the strap-on harness.
     
     "I was taught by the master, you know," Yvette
whispered in her ear, though not bothering to conceal it
from Rhonda.  "Or should I say the `mistress'?  She never
would let you go without eating your pussy first . . . and I
won't either."
     
     Pushing Laura down onto her back, Yvette proceeded to
bring her to a thrilling, convulsive orgasm in about two
minutes by skillfully and lovingly licking Laura's pussy,
while this time Rhonda watched.  When Laura had finally
recovered, they lounged in Rhonda's bed for another half
hour.
     
     "We should go," Laura said.  "You probably need some
sleep."
     
     "Don't you have to pick up your daughter?" Rhonda asked
Yvette.
     
     Yvette tossed her long black hair in a coltish, very
fetching gesture.  Her small, lovely breasts bobbled and
swayed, catching the attention of both Laura and Rhonda.  Oh
god, it isn't for nothing that both of us love this
enchanting woman, Laura realized.
     
     "The way you two looking at me," Yvette teased, "I
think I best be calling my mother-in-law to see if she can
keep her another few hours."  She stretched out slowly,
giving them both a chance to admire her long, sleek, black
body, which she knew they craved desperately.  "I think I
could really use one of those like Laura just did to you,"
she batted her long lashes at Rhonda.
     
     Rhonda gave her back a hugely salacious grin, unlike
any expression Laura had ever seen before on her face.
"Maybe Laura can give me a little coaching."  She turned her
eyes to Laura, who was already beginning to feel a fresh
influx of sexual heat in her pussy, even after her climax.
     
     Laura smiled back at her, realizing that things were
now, more than likely, forever changed between them.  "It
would be my pleasure," she said, softly.
     
     
     
     
     
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The Laura story chapters are now available, in both text and
html
formats, on the ASS text archive site at
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/laura/www.
Text files may also be downloaded via FTP at
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/laura.
The chapters are now also available in html format at
http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/miranda/index.htm.
     
c  Copyright Miranda Mars, 1999-2001.  It is unlawful to
reprint or
otherwise distribute this material without the written
consent of the
author.
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