- CHAPTER SEVEN - A FRESH HIGH FROM A DIFFERENT LADY
			BY POC
	Sandy's boyfriend David dropped both girls off at Cynthia's 
house at the request of Sandy then he quickly left hoping to get the 
Mercedes sedan back into the garage before either his mother or her
love discovered he had taken it.
	Once the girls were inside Sandy put her arm around 
Cynthia and said, "Now it's my turn to run you a bath. Come on
lets get up stairs and you get undressed." 
	Cynthia undressed slowly becoming more and more depressed 
with each article of clothing she removed as the full impact of having 
been raped by a low life gang banger overcame her.
	Sandy filled the bath with clean hot water but did not use any
bobble bath as Cynthia had done for her. Sandy understood better than
most others exactly what Cynthia was going through, and she had 
decided to offer herself to Cynthia as sexual cleansing, filled with
meaning, far away from male dominational lust and only selfish
gratification for the male.
	She helped Cynthia step into the hot water then she herself
undressed.
	Cynthia's eyes were closed and Sandy kneeled down then 
kissed her on the lips. Cynthia jerked back in surprise, staring up at
Sandy. .
     
	"Why not Cindy? It's the least we can do for each other."
     
	"I'm not sure I'm comfortable with this." Cynthia answered.
	"I'm not sure I'm all that comfortable with it myself," Sandy 
replied, "but....I do love you, and this at least doesn't involve abuse
or humiliation with the single purpose of sexually satisfying some 
male's cock pounding into us until their balls explode!" 
	"I can't......." Cynthia started to say, but Sandy kissed her 
again, silencing her. This time she climbed into the tub and put her arm
around Cynthia's neck, then she pushed Cynthia back onto the tubs 
surface, pressing herself into Cynthia's chest. Both of her breasts 
pressed heavily into Cynthia's breasts, then she leaned her body to the 
right until her other hand could caress Cynthia's left breast.
    	"Sandy." Cynthia complained.
     
	"Come onnnn." Sandy pleaded, then kissed her again as her
hand slid over Cynthia's naked breasts. 
     
	"You know we both need this." Sandy said, hotly.
	Cynthia still wasn't sure about what they were doing, but
the feelings coming up from between her legs was trying to tell her
she did need this.
 
    	Sandy ran her tongue across Cynthia's nipples, then slurped 
them into her mouth, suckling lightly, bringing them erect. Cynthia's 
breasts swelled and hardened as Sandy's hands and mouth worked on 
them, and Cynthia started to drift off into a pleasurable daze.
     
	Sandy slid down Cynthia's body, her tongue licking wide trails 
across her chest, and stomach, and abdomen. Then he head was under 
water and she was between Cynthia's legs and twirling her wonderful 
tongue in and out of Cynthia's slit.
	Sandy raised her head and she took in a deep breath of air as 
her fingers rubbed back and forth across Cynthia's clitty, sending her 
into groaning, grunting spasms of ecstasy, making Cynthia cum with a 
devastating fury.
	Cynthia was still under the heated spell of orgasmic bliss 
when Sandy softly whispered, "Come on," and she helped Cynthia
out of the tub.
	Sandy held Cynthia's hand and lead her to the bed then
scurried around on her knees over Cynthia until her tongue and 
mouth latched onto Cynthia's slit. Sandy moved her groin around 
over Cynthia's face, and then slowly lowered herself. 
	Cynthia looked up at Sandy's bare crotch, and as if in a 
dream, watched it approach her. Then almost on their own accord 
Cynthia's hands slid up around Sandy's buttocks, feeling the 
wonderful softness of the girl's skin as she drew her closer.
     	Cynthia's tongue slid up and down along her friends slit, 
making her shiver atop Cynthia. Sandy lay fully over Cynthia, her 
breasts in Cynthia's belly and Cynthia's in hers. Cynthia could feel the 
hard little points of Sandy's nipples against her skin as she worked on 
Cynthia's clit once more.
     
	Cynthia opened her mouth wide and engulfed almost Sandy's 
entire pubic mound, munching lightly. Then Cynthia moved her lips 
against Sandy's clitty and sucked it into her mouth, humming and 
buzzing to set the little bud vibrating. Cynthia heard Sandy moan from 
down between her legs, and the sound sent a surge of lust through her.
     
	Cynthia renewed her effort, driving her tongue deep into 
Sandy's slit, gulping down girl juice, rasping her nose, and lips and 
tongue across Sandy's clitty. Sandy's body shuddered all over, and her 
fingers stabbed deep into Cynthia's cunt as she came.
     	Cynthia kept working fiercely on Sandy's clitty until she 
finished her orgasm, then she went back to a more leisurely licking 
and sucking. Cynthia slid her hands back and forth over Sandy's thin 
buttocks, and then down along her sides to her breasts pushing her 
hands between them and squeezed Sandy's breasts, searching for the 
nipples.  
	Sandy pressed her mouth onto Cynthia's clit and nibbled 
sending a shudder of hot flashes moving through Cynthia's body, as 
that hot, dark center between the girls legs started to burn with lust. 
Cynthia just lay there, unmoving, her hands limp at her sides, as 
Sandy worked her mouth over her pussy, sucking, then sliding her 
tongue over and over the soft cunt flesh, her tongue buzzing across 
her clit, then slowly worked its way down along Cynthia's slit. Up and 
down it moved as Sandy's fingers rubbed over her clit, and dipped in 
and out of Cynthia's cunthole. Deeper and deeper they moved, two 
fingers, fucking the girls cunt box, stabbing into her up to the knuckles.
	Cynthia came again, with even more intensely than the first 
time. Her hands came up of their own volition, and seized her aching
breasts, squeezing repeatedly. She whimpered in denial as the 
floodgates opened inside her and a massive tidal rush of ecstatic 
sexual power rushed forth, enveloping her body from top to bottom in 
an electrifying roar of sensations, brought on by an almost 
overwhelming orgasm.
 
	When Cynthia's orgasm ended Sandy straightened up and lay
next to her friend. Both girls looked deep into each others eyes. Both 
of them breathing hard,  uncertain of the other or of themselves. Then 
Sandy kissed Cynthia. At first it was soft, as soft as mist on a rose 
pedal. Then as seconds passed and neither girl screamed or pushed the
other away Sandy's lips moved more hungrily, pressed against 
Cynthia more demandingly.
     
	Cynthia's eyes closed as her hands slid around Sandy's back 
and shoulders drawing the girl against her. Their bodies moved together, 
all wet and dripping and warm from their excitement and exertion then
Sandy rolled onto her side. 
	Cynthia opened her eyes to find Sandy lying beside her, propped 
up on one elbow, smiling tiredly. 
     
	"Sandy... " Cynthia started, then couldn't think of anything else 
to say.
	Sandy leaned forward and kissed Cynthia again, very gently. 
Then she got up and held out a hand for Cynthia to follow her back to
the bathroom where they could take a real bath.

	The following day both girls stood across the street from the 
house Eric and the black man Henry had used to humiliate Sandy while
Cynthia observed. They were looking at Eric's van parked in the 
driveway.
	"I'm certain the pictures of us are in that van but its 
undoubtedly locked. " Cynthia told Sandy disappointedly.
	"Can't we just break in?" Sandy asked shrugging her 
shoulders.
	"I guess," Cynthia answered tentatively, "but if Eric comes out
while we're going through his van we'll be in for it."
	Sandy looked thoughtful for several seconds then said, " Well 
then,  I'll just have to make sure Eric stays busy until you get the 
pictures," With that she took a step toward the house.
	"Wait a minute!" Cynthia said as she took a hold of Sandy's
blouse stopping her progress, "Just what is it you're planning on 
doing?"
	"I'm going to keep him busy while you go through the van."
Sandy answered matter of factly.
	"Do you have any idea what he might want you to do!"
Cynthia mouthed as a fact rather than a question with concern for her 
friend.
	"It can't be any worse than what he's already made me do, 
now can it? Besides, what other options do we have? You just make 
sure you get what we came for. I sure as hell don't want to let that 
bastard fuck me again without us getting the pictures." With that she 
walked toward the door.
	"Sandy...." Cynthia called after her, but Sandy just waved 
her off with a hand.
	Sandy boldly stepped up onto the porch then rapped lightly 
on the door.  After several seconds the door was pulled open by Eric
who got a surprised look on his face when he recognized Sandy. 
	"What the fuck are you doing here?" He said angrily, 
maintaining the puzzled look on his face, "Your not supposed to be 
here until Saturday!"
	"I know Eric," Sandy said meekly, "I....I need a little hit....
you know...just to tide me over. Just a pinch. Please Eric. I'll do
anything." She was trying to act as strung out as she could.
	Eric looked suspiciously up and down the street several times 
then he looked back at Sandy, "What the fuck! I've sold you a lot of shit 
lately. What the fuck have you been doing with it? Using it for wallpaper 
paste?"
	"Please Eric...just a little....I'll pay you later....I promise. 
Please." She pleaded with him.
	"You stupid cunt! No fucking wa....." Eric's words were cut 
off by the deep voice of Henry from inside the house.
	"Who da fuck is it?" Henry's voice boomed.
	"It's that stupid bitch you popped a couple of weeks ago." 
He answered the man inside, then taking on the tone one would use 
when talking to a baby he said, "She want's a little blow. Aw...baby 
needs her pabulum." Then in a normal tone added, "I'm going to send
her little ass a packing."
	"Not so's fast man.  'S coo', bro. ah' wouldn't mind knocking' 
off anoda' piece uh dat honky pussy.  Slap mah fro! Let ha' come in.  
'S coo', bro." Henry told Eric.
	"What the fuck!" Eric said with annoyance in his voice as
he pulled Sandy into the house and closed the door behind her.
	"Here!" Eric said pushing Sandy toward Henry sitting on
the couch, "She said she'd do anything. Hell, maybe you'd like to take
her up the ass this time Henry."
	The thought of Henry sodomising her with his huge tool 
frightened Sandy so much she almost bolted from the room, but 
remembering Cynthia was just outside breaking into Eric's van forced
her to push aside the fright and think of some other way to keep him
out of her rear hole. "You know Henry...." she said in a subservient 
voice with downcast eyes, "you were right when you said...you  
know...how white girls..ah....you know...learn to really like black 
cock...well....I really would like to suck your big black cock and drink 
down your cum again."
	"Ho!... Ha!...." Henry laughed sadistically at her words. "I
knowed it! Axe anyone. White bitch Hoe's loves big black cock!" He
stood up and took off his pants. "Takes off yo' clothes and git yer 
lilly white ass buck necked. Den we'll see's bout lettin' ya' suck dis." 
He told her wiggling his massive cock up and down.
	 She smiled down at him hoping he wouldn't notice how false
her smile really was, and started to undo the back zipper of her dress.  
As she took the dress off her shoulders it fell forward revealing her 
young breasts. They were high up her body, not huge, more like ripe 
cone shaped grapefruit. They protruded deliciously as she removed the 
dress from her hips were it had collected.  Soon she was standing in 
front of him completely necked.
	"Turn round!" Henry demanded.
	She did so giving him a view of her wonderful ass. As she 
turned she noticed his cock stiffen between his legs.
	"Okay.  Slap mah fro! Suck mah' cock, goat.  Suck me, ya' 
little honky who'e," He said as if she were nothing more than a 
common slut to be used.
	She dropped down onto her knees between his wide spread
legs and used her long fingers to take his penis into her hand.  He was 
not fully erect so she was able to take most of it into her mouth.  She 
started sucking and moving her tongue around the stiffening member.  
Soon she needed to stretch her mouth as his cock grew to its full size.  
	Sandy did the best she could pumping her mouth up and 
down the length of his swollen cock, causing discomfort due to it's
size, but she was determined to bring him to orgasm with her mouth
rather than the alternative of him taking her in the rear. Her left hand 
held on to the root of  his cock while her right played with his balls 
hoping to help stimulate him.
 	Sandy was working hard at giving him great head, she forced
herself to take most of his cock into her overstreched mouth, while
suppressing any gag response each time his black cock pushed against 
the back of her throat. 
	As she sucked she pulled on his balls while pushing  the fingers 
of her hand between his ass crack playing with his anus trying to further 
stimulate him into ejaculation and pleasure generated by her pumping 
mouth. 
	"Stop!", he ordered, "Ah' wanna do sump'n else. Come ova' 
cheer and sits waaay down on mah' lap." He pushed on the top of her 
head pulling her mouth off of his member.
	She became frighten of how he might want to use her and 
she put a mask of disappointment on her face as she said, "Oh please....
I thought you said you would cum in my mouth...."
	"Don't fucks wit me bitch!" He said angrily pulling her up
by the hair.
	She stood and turned around then slowly sat down on his lap.
He positioned his cock up in-between her legs where it protruded up 
along her pubic hairs, with its tip reaching almost to her belly button.
	She had almost completely forgotten about Eric, but now
that she was turned looked directly at him. Eric had taken a seat in
one of the side chairs and watched with amusement as Sandy allowed
herself to be defiled by the big black man.  
	Henry reached around and took both of Sandy's breasts in
his hands and started squeezing them roughly, "Youse got any KY?" he 
asked looking over toward Eric.
	"Naw. Got some margarine though. What that?" Eric said 
letting a smile cross his face as he got up and headed toward the
kitchen.
	Sandy pushed upward knowing what he intended on doing to
her, but Henry squeezed so hard on her tits she winced with pain and
remained seated. "What are you going....." She started to say but another
squeezed of her breasts took the words out of her mouth.
	"Shut  yo' fuckin' hole cunt. You's  duzn't rap unless yo' 
spoken too. I'm goin' t'fuck ya' up de ass and yo' goin' t'likes it.Right 
on?" Henry inflicted additional pain on her breasts for emphasis.
	Eric returned, handed Henry a cube of margarine then resumed
his spectators seat enjoying the show.
	"Now's ya' stand up and lubricate yo' ass hole wit dis here 
butta' den spread some on mah' cock. It'll make takin' dis here big-ass 
brother snake up yo' ass some little easier." Henry told Sandy handing 
her the cube of margarine.
	Sandy resigned herself to the fact that she was going to be 
sodimized by the black man and there was nothing she could do about.
That resignation didn't dispel her fright or anticipation of pain, but it
did minimize her brains activity thinking of ways to avoid what was
about to happen.
	She bit down on her lower lip then standing up on shaky 
legs she used a finger to scoop up a sizable amount of margarine
into the palm of her hand. The lubricant felt soft and cool on the 
tender flesh in and around her rear entry as she liberally applied up 
inside herself. She turned around slowly then leaned down and 
coated Henry's throbbing cock with the margarine, gripping and 
pumping him vigorously in one last ditch of hope that she could get
 him to ejaculate under her hands attention.
	Henry pushed her away and gripped her around the waist
then turning her so her buttered ass faced him, he pulled her downward 
onto him, "Now's ya' do all de wo'k bitch. I'll put mah' cock  in de 
right spot, den ya' push yo'self waaay down and snatch dis pole 
up de tight little ass O' youren." Henry said removing one hand from
her waist so he could position his cock's head at the entrance of her
anal entry.   
	"Down bitch!" He yelled and Sandy pushed downward.
	Sandy cried out painfully as the purple head of his cock 
pushed against her unyielding passageway and she paused in her
downward movement. Henry pulled her down driving more of him
into her and her sphincter gave in to the force of the weapon he 
wield.
	His extra large member plunged deeper and it felt as if she 
were being pulled apart as he stretched her anal cavity wider and 
wider, filling her with both cock and pain from his extra large 
organ.
	Taking her under the arms he raised and lowered her up and 
down on his stiff  tool. Sandy screamed out with pain on the down 
strokes as she was forced to take his shaft up into her body. For what 
seems to be an  eternity he slammed her up and down on his hard 
penis, then he leaned forward and slid two fingers up into her cunt
while he roughly handled her small, firm tits with his other hand.
	"ya' do de wo'k now bitch! Use dem feet ta ass fuck me!"
He demanded.
	Sandy was in such extreme pain she could hardly hear him,
but somehow she managed to press down with her feet to raise up then
allow gravity to pull her tortured body down onto his black sword again
and again.
	Small trickles of blood from her abused asshole ran down his 
cock as Sandy forced herself  to impale her ass up and down over his 
rigid organ.
	Finally the cum welled up in his balls and he started slamming 
up into Sandy.  She tried to raised herself up attempting to get away 
from the painful pole, but he pulled her down slamming his battering 
ram deep into her, then she felt a hot wetness splash against her raw 
tender flesh up inside her bung hole and she knew he was having a 
climax. 
	"Oh yeah. Right On! You's little who'e. Right On!" He yelled. 
"Dere's nodin' likes unloadin' some hot wad up a tight whit ass. God 
ah' loves butt fuckin', specially a yung honky cunt likes ya'. Ohooooo.. 
Mannnn.... Ohoooo... Fugggggg...." 
	After he had milked the last drop of cum out of his balls he
roughly pushed her away from him onto the floor, sliding his cock 
out from her bloody, swollen asshole.
	Eric got up laughing and stood over Sandy, "Christ, I was
planning on fucking you myself, but you look all fucked out." He 
reached into his pocket and dropped a small bag of powder onto 
Sandy's bare breasts. "Not ass for grass, but close." he said still 
laughing.
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	Cynthia sat comfortably on her bed next to Sandy. Both girls 
faces displayed relaxed smiles as they perused the photographs 
Cynthia had taken from Eric's van for the hundredth time.
	It  was three weeks from the time of the theft and both Eric 
and Henry had seemed to vanished off the face of the earth. A police
investigation was still in place, but without any leads resolution to
the disappearance seemed far fetched. The girls assumed Chewy had
done his thing.   
	
	"You know Sandy," Cynthia told her best friend, "I think we're
going to ace English class this year." She was looking at a photograph
of Mrs. Wilson, their home room English teacher deep throating Eric 
while Henry humped her from behind.
	Sandy's smile broadened as she said, "History looks pretty 
good for us too," holding up a picture of Mr. Hudson. 
END