                              

     Laura - Chapter 284
     
     
     
     Joy was waiting for Laura, sitting on her steps when
she arrived home from work, her long arms folded across her
raised knees, her legs bare and brown and sleek (and long,
long), reminding Laura of the sweet treasure that was hidden
between them.
     
     "I can't believe you just waited until I was gone and
then dragged Carmela into your bed," she said, glaring into
Laura's eyes with bristling hostility, but also a little
reckless challenge.
     
     Uh oh, Laura thought.  Carmela wasn't supposed to tell
her.  She was supposed to leave that to me.  On the other
hand, I hadn't the faintest notion how I was going to tell
her myself.  She smiled down at Joy, unable to suppress the
clear sexual warmth that permeated her body merely on seeing
her sitting there.
     
     "I didn't exactly 'drag' her, you know.  Did you ever
pause to think she might have wanted to . . . you know . . .
?"
     
     Joy made a very fetching moue with her mouth.  She
looked down at the asphalt of the street, then back up at
Laura, squinting, looking like a small child who couldn't
make up her mind.  "Did you like her better than me?"
     
     "Oh, Joy."  Laura sat down with her on the steps.  "You
know how I adore you.  It has nothing to do with that.  You
know, she's very lovely, just like you.  I know you know
that.  You've been to bed with her lots more than I have.
You wouldn't want to deprive me of that pleasure, would
you?"
     
     Joy nodded.  "Yes.  I would.  I want you for me.  I
don't want her to have any of you."
     
     Laura leaned closer and lowered her voice, speaking
softly and directly into Joy's marvelous brown ear.  "What
about all of us having each other?  All at once?  Now tell
me that doesn't sound like fun."
     
     Joy turned her face to Laura.  A broad smile suddenly
spread over it.  "Really?  Wow, I never thought of that.  I
guess I . . . would love it.  Can we?  I'll bet she'll love
it too, the bitch."
     
     "Why do you call her a bitch?"
     
     "Because she tried to steal you from me.  And she's so
. . . fucking pretty.  And she has those nice big titties,
and that big ass.  I'll bet you did like her more than me
and you're just being nice.  She comes fast, too.  Not like
me.  All you have to do is say 'Let's do it,' to her and she
nearly starts coming.  I'll bet you liked that."
     
     Laura glanced around them, up and down the small
street, at the windows of the surrounding condos, to see if
they were being overheard.  Joy had raised the level of
intimacy, veering from what had been a casual conversation
into more lively sexual accusations.
     
     "She is no more lovely than you are," Laura said
firmly, in a loud whisper.  "I love your body.  I love
making you come."  She spoke the last sentence in a much
softer whisper.
     
     Joy brightened.  She smiled refreshingly in her usual
coquettish manner.  Laura wondered where she had got the
idea that Carmela's breasts were large, or her ass.  I guess
it's all relative, as they say, she thought.  Carmela
certainly did not have an opulent body, though it was
perhaps a little more voluptuous than Joy's lean
magnificence.
     
     "Really?"
     
     "Really."  Laura looked around again, conspiratorially.
"Why don't you come inside and I'll show you."
     
     "I can't," Joy squinted.  "My dad's home.  In fact,
he's making dinner right now.  I told him I was getting the
mail."  She held up her hand, which was full of bills and
advertisements.  "He'll be wondering where I am.  I just saw
you driving in the gate and thought I'd wait for you."
     
     Laura tried not to appear crestfallen.  She had a free
evening, and the prospect of rolling around naked in the
sheets with this delicious girl was very alluring.
     
     "I'll bet you're glad to see him."
     
     "I'd rather be with you," Joy said, smiling sexily.
"Now that I know you don't like her better."
     
     Laura shrugged.  "When is he leaving again?"
     
     Joy shrugged back.  "Don't know.  I'll tell you when I
find out, though.  Promise me you won't do it with her
behind my back?"
     
     Laura smiled indulgently.  "I promise.  I'll make her
wait until we can all do it together."
     
     Joy shivered excitedly, then stood up.  "Shit, I don't
know if I can wait," she confessed, moving down the steps
and into the street, heading toward her place.
     
     They waved goodbye and Laura went inside.  She had not
thought she was especially horny before this little
encounter, but now she was aware of a throbbing, swelling
pressure in her body, a need for release.  She knew that she
could lie down on her bed and relieve herself immediately
while imagining herself coiled in a hot, writhing mass of
black, brown, and pale flesh with Joy and Carmela, but
somehow she wanted to save that for their actual reunion.
Instead, she got out the video Stevie Archer had made of her
and Laura fucking, the one Rhonda had discovered, causing
such an unpleasant scene.  In fact, Laura didn't know
whether Rhonda and Stevie had ever recovered their
relationship after it.
     
     But the video was wildly hot, with both of them
orgasming twice, and Laura watched it often, usually coming
herself before it had been running more than two or three
minutes.  Stevie even reminded her of Joy with her long,
lean, light-caramel colored body, her small, high breasts,
her saucy little smile.  This evening was no different from
the others in the sense that she came quickly, exuberantly,
and she even fell asleep for about twenty minutes after the
sharp and jolting climax.  It was remarkable to her how she
could come just as hard and fast from watching herself have
a climax as she could while watching Stevie have one.
Thanks to the video, the rest of her evening was uneventful,
restful, and calm.
     
     It turned out that Joy's father did not leave on
another business trip for ten days.  This period of delay
was very rough on all three of them, since neither could Joy
and Carmela indulge in their hotly anticipated little orgy
with Laura nor could they enjoy each other after school, as
they were in the habit of doing.  And of course Laura, who
had Sara to occupy both her emotions and her lust, was
nevertheless a little overwrought by having to postpone a
sexual encounter that promised to be unbelievably thrilling.
     
     During this doleful period, they both called her
frequently in the evenings.  Joy also accosted her now and
then on the street between their houses, but furtively,
since the only times she saw Laura were times her father was
likely to be home as well.  But it was Carmela who became
the liveliest pest, though solely over the phone.
     
     "I don't see why I can't come down there," she would
whine to Laura.  "Nobody will know.  Even Joy.  I can park
way down at the other end, in the guest parking places by
the gate.  She won't know.  I can come right now, for an
hour.  My brother says I can borrow the Pontiac.  How about
it?"
     
     Laura was sorely tempted.  She could think of few
better ways to spend her evening than by holding this
enchanting black teenager in her arms and then sucking her
splendid black pussy into wild paroxysms of sexual release.
Oh god, would I love to! she thought.
     
     She spoke softly but firmly, in measured tones.
"Darling, I don't think we should.  You know I want to.  But
it will only make things worse with her if she thinks we're
going around behind her back.  I'm sure he'll be leaving in
a couple of days.  Then we can have our little party."
     
     "Our little fucking party," Carmela whispered into the
phone, half-giggling.
     
     "Right."  Laura could feel a hot spurt of anticipation
fill her own body at the thought of it.  "God, I can't
wait," she confessed to Carmela, hoping that acknowledging
her own impatience would make it easier for Carmela to bear
hers.
     
     Carmela sulked a little on the other end but finally
gave in.  "He better leave soon," she threatened, "or I'm
gonna die of waiting."
     
     "You just take a cold shower, darling, and everything
will be all right," Laura purred to her.  "It can't be that
long.  Look on the bright side.  Maybe he'll leave
tomorrow."
     
     And the next day, Laura realized that miracles do
happen.  She believed Carmela would agree.  Joy, who had
taken a business card from Laura's mantel, called her at
work and said that her father was leaving for St. Louis at
three o'clock.  He would not be back for three days.
     
     Laura had meetings until six but told her she would
dash home by six-thirty.  Carmela, Joy told her, was still
trying to think up some excuse to tell her mother, but was
sure to be there.  The rest of the day for Laura was an
ordeal of suppressing her wild fantasies and sexual urges.
By six p.m. she was frantic and seething with need, politely
excusing herself from her work colleagues, trying to be
rational, trying to drive carefully, trying not to think of
the paradise of fucking with these two delicious teenagers
that was in store.
     
     When she drove into her condo complex, she did not see
Carmela's brother's blue Pontiac parked anywhere, and her
spirits plummeted.  Nevertheless, she parked and hurriedly
slipped out of her car and ran up the steps to her door.
The fact that they were not waiting for her on the steps
further panicked her, but she tried to be calm.  She
realized as she fumbled with the key that they would not
want to draw attention to themselves by waiting on her very
doorstep.  Of course.  They were down at Joy's place.
     
     Hurriedly, she left her coat and handbag inside on a
chair, clutched her keys, dashed outside again and locked
the door behind her.  Then she stood up straight and walked
very calmly, almost casually, down the block to Joy's condo,
as if she were just taking a relaxed evening stroll before
dinner.  She knocked softly on Joy's door when she reached
it.
     
     She immediately heard them giggling inside.  Joy opened
the door a crack and peeped out.  She and Carmela could not
resist further giggling, their merriment spilling over.
     
     "Laura . . . what a surprise," Joy said, trying to keep
from smiling.
     
     Carmela appeared behind her, peeping over her shoulder,
grinning with sheepish glee.  "Hiiiiii Laura."
     
     For a brief second Laura wondered if she had been made
the butt of some stupid adolescent joke.  Don't be paranoid,
she told herself.  "Hi, guys."
     
     "Well, aren't you going to come inside?" Joy said
ostentatiously, holding the door open wider for her.
     
     They were both wearing their cheerleader outfits.  Oh
god, they planned this, Laura thought, blushing, also
tickled to the core with happy lust.
     
     "Don't mind if I do," she grinned at them, playing
along, quickly slipping inside, afraid that all this
playfulness would somehow draw the attention of the
neighbors.
     
     Joy closed the door behind her.  She and Carmela
giggled in unison again, and Laura began to detect a small
case of nerves behind their pranksterism.  They were willing
and eager, but they had never done anything like this before
and were a little shaky about how to proceed.  She decided
she would have to help them out.
     
     "Did you just come from practice, or were you planning
on showing me a little of your routines?" she played along,
smiling with amusement.
     
     They looked at each other and burst into gales of
laughter.  "We want to show you something," Carmela laughed,
barely able to contain her mirth.  "Come here, Joy."
     
     She pulled Joy with her over to a clear space about ten
feet in front of Laura.  After another shared giggle that
nearly went out of control, they began to do a little
cheerleader routine for Laura, one that involved dipping,
whirling, lots of arm waving and knee bending.  This too got
interrupted at intervals by semi-hysterical giggling, until
both merely dissolved in laughter, their hands on each
other's shoulders, the laughter burbling up maniacally out
of their lungs, their eyes streaming.  Java, Joy's German
shepherd, was sitting across from them too, her mouth open,
her face looking also happily mesmerized by this display.
     
     Laura was absolutely consumed by stark, ravening lust
as she stood there watching them.  She had of course
imagined how it would be to have them both together, but
this was a paradise far beyond her feeble imaginings.  Joy,
taller and leaner than Carmela, was also lighter-skinned,
her legs long and thin, her breasts high and bouncing under
the cloth of her uniform.  Her wide, sensual mouth was
slightly open in an alluring pout, the gap between her upper
teeth making Laura's pussy flutter.  Carmela was much
darker, shorter, but beautifully formed, her legs perfectly
shaped, her body thicker and more curvaceous, her dark skin
smooth and gleaming, her breasts moving too under her
uniform but not bouncing since they were so firm.  Her
thick, puffy nipples made bulbous shapes under the yellow
cloth that made Laura's mouth water.
     
     Paralyzed by sexual desire, Laura watched them bob and
dip and sway and flex.  The yellow cloth and green piping of
their uniforms seemed to accentuate the beauty of their
young, athletic bodies, and their wonderfully exposed skin,
the one girl so dark and glossy, the other so delectably
caramel-colored.  Laura wanted to lick their arms and legs
and thighs and every other part of them she could see.  She
was devastated by hot, frantic desire for their bodies.
     
     They smiled saucily at Laura, who had fucked them both
and yet felt that she was seeing them for the first time.
Something about them being together and putting on a
performance for her like this made them seem entirely
different and wildly fetching to her.
     
     "God, you guys are beautiful," she declared, unable to
keep it from coming out of her mouth, unable to conceal the
fierce physical desire she felt for them both.  She held out
her arms to them.  "Come here, both of you, so I can hug you
. . . and kiss you."
     
     Carmela acted coy, and Joy took the lead from her.  "I
don't know, Joy," Carmela said.   "Do you think we should?
Do you think she might try something?"
     
     "She might want to do something nasty," Joy smirked
sexily.  "Can't let her do that."
     
     "Well, you know . . ." Laura smirked back, "if the
mountain won't come to Mohammed, then Mohammed will have to
come to the mountain."
     
     She quickly crossed the few feet separating them and
scooped them both up in her arms.  She buried her face in
Joy's smooth, long, brown neck and let her lips travel up to
Joy's earlobe, nipping it hungrily.  Then she turned her
face to Carmela, catching her mouth and slipping her tongue
rapidly between Carmela's parted lips.  Meanwhile, her hands
crawled rapaciously all over their bodies, feeling their
warm, springy young flesh through the cloth of their
cheerleader outfits, finding the gaps where the tops
overlapped the skirts and slipping her fingers under them to
caress each girl's velvety soft skin.
     
     While she was kissing Carmela she felt Joy kissing her
own neck.  "Laura . . . come into the bedroom with us.  I
can't wait."
     
     "Yes," Laura panted, reluctantly tearing her mouth away
from Carmela's, who was responding heatedly.
     
     Still groping one another, they began to move in the
direction of Joy's bedroom but immediately stumbled over
Java, who was whining and circling around their legs.
     
     "Oh god, she wants to play," Joy said, looking down at
the panting, very excited dog.  "She wants to be with us.
Look at her, she's getting horny too."
     
     They all laughed at this but were still unable to stop
the excited Java from nearly making them fall.
     
     "We can close the door," Carmela said.  "She'll just
have to stay outside and listen."
     
     "It's no use," Joy said, stopping.  "If we do that,
she'll whine and bark.  I know her."
     
     "We'll have to go down to my place," Laura said.
     
     Both girls went quickly from solemn despair to total
relief.  Laura explained to them that they would have to go
one at a time, a decent intervals.  No sense in arousing the
curiosity of the neighbors.  "I'll go first.  Then Carmela,
after five minutes or so.  Then you, Joy.  Another five
minutes."
     
     Joy pouted and smiled at the same time.  "Don't you
touch each other until I get there," she warned.
     
     Laura leaned over and kissed her before slipping out
the door, a long, sensual kiss.  She was aware that Carmela
was watching the entire kiss with fevered interest.  "How
could you think we'd start without you," Laura purred to
Joy, tracing an affectionate curve along her smooth caramel
cheek.
     
     Then she slipped out the door and again walked in a
slow, dignified way down the street to her own place.  She
could hardly bear the tension while she waited for Carmela,
then for Joy.  Carmela didn't make it easier, after she
arrived.  She immediately pulled the yellow top of her
cheerleader outfit over her head and threw it on the sofa
across the room.
     
     Laura grinned at her, shocked by her boldness, unable
to take her eyes off Carmela's scrumptious naked breasts,
the dark puffy circles of her nipples soft and bulbous and
shiny in the half-light of dusk.  "You're going to make her
mad," she said.
     
     Carmela smirked, her black eyes fiery with a mixture of
sexual excitement and disdain.  "Let her get mad."  She held
her breasts in her palms, offering them to Laura.  "Don't
you want them?"
     
     "God . . . yes," Laura swallowed uncomfortably.  "But I
won't have you two being so competitive.  There's . . .
plenty for us all, you know.  Now, cover up and wait until
she gets here."
     
     Carmela tilted her head and smirked again, eyes
sparkling.  "What if I don't?"
     
     Laura ignored her and peeped back through the slats of
the venetian blinds up the street, where she had been
looking before, wondering when Joy would come.  Carmela
joined her, pushing one young, springy, naked breast into
Laura's arm.  Laura could feel the soft bulb and stiffer
center nub of Carmela's thick nipple brushing against her
elbow.  The sensation was electrifying.  God, it's a good
thing I have such self-control, Laura thought, or I'd be
raping her this instant.
     
     She turned from the window to Carmela, who again cupped
her breasts in her hands, lifting them slightly, which was
hard since they were so firm and out-thrusting already.  She
looked down at them, as Laura was doing, and brushed her
thumbs over her thick, bulbous nipples, until the telltale
tiny bumps sprang up on her wide areolas.
     
     "You can have them all to yourself right now . . ." she
whispered to Laura.
     
     Laura was positively hypnotized by lust.  She found
herself wishing that Joy were not even coming so that she
could fling herself on this delicious half-naked girl in a
hot rush of ravening lechery and consume her utterly.  She
knew she should wait.  She knew even touching Carmela would
be enough to light the fuse.  Carmela knew it too, as her
flickering black eyes attested.
     
     Fortunately, Joy arrived at that very moment and rapped
on Laura's door.  Laura quickly let her in.  She glowered
sharply at Carmela, looking at her naked breasts.  This was
a puzzling moment for Laura, for she knew Joy must have
caressed and kissed those marvelous dark globes countless
times and was probably as in love with them as Laura was.
     
     "Cunt!" she snarled at Carmela.  "Couldn't wait, could
you!"
     
     "Now now," Laura said, slipping between them, facing
Joy.  "She didn't mean anything by it.  She's just getting
ready for us."  She smiled suggestively at Joy.  "Maybe you
and I should give her a little of what she's asking for."
She raised one eyebrow.
     
     Joy's face burst into a smile.  Laura knew it wouldn't
take much to get past her initial anger to her essential
good nature.  "Right.  Maybe we should," she said.
     
     Laura pursed her lips, trying to ignore the raging fire
that had ignited her in her pussy.  "This way, girls," she
said, beckoning them with a crooked finger toward the
bedroom.
     
     Behind her Joy and Carmela started giggling again as
they followed her.  She glanced back over her shoulder to
see Joy shedding her top too, then her skirt, Carmela
likewise, so that they entered Laura's bedroom wearing only
their panties and their shoes.  Suddenly, she heard, in a
conspiratorial whisper, punctuated by even more giggles,
"Let's get her."
     
     She turned just as they both attacked her from the
rear, pushing her down on the bed and swarming over her.
Though she couldn't help laughing and twisting as they
tugged at her clothes and groped her body, she was also
alarmed.
     
     "Girls . . . girls!" she gasped, trying to fight them
off.   "Try to control yourselves," she laughed, batting
their eager hands away.  "And get your shoes off my bed!"
     
     Whether this admonition struck some kind of deep
parental-response chord in them, or they suddenly realized
how wild they were being, both of them stopped assaulting
her and sat up on either side of her.  Laura, bleary-eyed
both from struggling and from laughing, propped herself up
on her elbows, looking down at her disheveled clothing.
     
     "God, this stuff costs a fortune, you little devils,"
she said.  "You almost ripped this silk blouse.  Look what
you did to my scarf."
     
     She slid off the bed and began unbuttoning and
unzipping while they watched, not really stunned but
certainly chastened by her words.
     
     "Sorry," Joy said contritely, reaching down to remove
her sneekers.
     
     Carmela did the same.  "We were in a hurry," she
confessed softly.
     
     "No more of a hurry than I am," Laura grinned, taking
off her blouse, her skirt, her lacy black bra, her half
slip, and sliding her panties down her legs.  Her small,
perfect breasts dipped outward as she bent forward, and she
could feel their eyes on her body as she again stood up
straight.
     
     "Oh Laura, you're so beautiful," Joy said under her
breath.
     
     "You guys could pull down the bedspread while you're
waiting," Laura scolded them playfully.
     
     Carmela was in the process of pulling her own white
panties down her sleek, shapely black legs, which captured
Laura's full attention, so Joy obligingly pulled down the
bedcovers, exposing the taut white sheet.  Then, being the
last one to get completely, naked, she skimmed her gauzy
peach thong down her thin, long legs, while Laura and
Carmela watched entranced.
     
     Oh god, I'm going to die of happiness, Laura thought as
she approached the bed and stretched out on it with them on
either side of her.  They both scooted closer until the
flesh of all three bodies was touching.  She felt Carmela's
warm breath on the backs of her shoulders.
     
     "Who goes first?" Carmela inquired softly.  "Have you
done this before, Laura?  What do we do next?"
     
     Laura barely heard her question.  She was in a kind of
paralyzed bliss from the feel of Carmela's naked breasts
pushing into her back while Joy's marvelous firm beauties
were pressing into her own breasts.
     
     "I guess you have to just do what comes naturally,"
Laura said, beginning to kiss her way slowly down Joy's
smooth, caramel-colored, naked body.  "Maybe we should both
give Joy a little ride first, what do you think?"
     
     "Mmmmm, sounds good to me," Carmela said brightly,
quickly moving around Laura so that she could get at Joy's
undulating body too.
     
     Laura already had one of Joy's delectable, swollen
brown nipples between her lips, and Carmela quickly followed
suit, cradling Joy's other round breast in both hands and
sucking her nipple completely inside her mouth.
     
     "Ohhhhh!" Joy sighed, grimacing with pleasure, looking
down at them both sucking her breasts, a sensation she had
probably never felt until now: both at once.  "Oh god!
Nnnnnnnn!"
     
     She began twisting and writhing under them almost
immediately, and after nearly a minute of sharing her
delicious breasts with Carmela, Laura began to slip south,
knowing there was an enchanting, long, beautiful wet pussy
awaiting her loving attentions.  Carmela quickly took over
where Laura had left off, now sucking and squeezing and
tonguing both of Joy's stiff wet nipples.
     
     Laura slid down between Joy's yawning thighs, spread
Joy's inflamed pussy lips even further open with her thumbs,
and was just about to sink her tongue into the warm,
glistening pink pit when she heard the doorbell ring.
     
     Joy did not even react, but both Laura and Carmela
heard it and froze.
     
     "Oh . . . shit," Laura said, softly.
     
     "Do you want to get it?" Carmela asked.
     
     Laura shook her head, looking up at her.  "Just be real
quiet.  Maybe they'll go away."
     
     Quickly she was sorting through a list of who it could
be in her head.  She knew it was not Sara since she had
driven Sara to the airport the preceding evening.  Sara was
flying to Ann Arbor for a few days to help Dee Dee get
settled there; or, more probably, to make sure everything
was on the level, and that Dee Dee was truly back on the
straight and narrow.  Who else could it be?  She had lovers,
but none who would drop in unexpectedly.
     
     While she and Carmela listened, the doorbell rang
again.  "Oh, shit," Laura repeated, a little more angrily
this time.
     
     Carmela looked at her patiently.  Even Joy opened her
slightly glassy eyes and stared at Laura.  Whoever was
ringing the doorbell rang it again, this time giving it
three long jabs.
     
     "They're not going away," Carmela said softly.
     
     "Shit," Laura said, for the third time.  She slid off
the bed and snatched her bathrobe up from the chair next to
it.  "You stay here.  I'll get rid of whoever it is."
     
     She went down the hallway in her bare feet, pulling the
robe around her naked body, running her fingers through her
hair to try flattening it, to make it neater.  Who the fuck
are you?  Why don't you go away?  Why couldn't you take no
for an answer?  You don't know I'm in here.
     
     She was pretty cross by the time she reached the door
and peered through the little distorting peephole.  There
was Brad Dickinson, making a goofy grin at her.  Oh, double
shit, she thought, unfastening the latch, annoyed but
unwilling to continue the deception.
     
     "Why . . . Brad.  What a surprise.  Why didn't you
call?"
     
     He grinned at her and looked sheepish.  Laura could see
that he had probably had one or two drinks.  It was the
happy hour, after all.  She opened the door a crack wider.
It dawned on her that he clearly expected to be invited in.
     
     "I . . . just happened to be in the neighborhood," he
grinned.  "Had a drink with a consultant in Glen Park.
Thought it was just a hop down here to see if you were home.
Thought we might have dinner.  Sorry . . . were you asleep?"
     
     Laura patted her hair nervously.  "Not . . . exactly.
Taking a . . . you know, shower."
     
     She knew she didn't sound very convincing, but Brad was
a little sappy looking from the drink he had had and didn't
seem to notice.  "Oh," he said.  "I could wait."
     
     "Actually . . ."  Laura was desperately trying to think
up some more excuses, perhaps some more plausible than the
last one.  She noticed it finally registering on Brad that
she was wearing only her bathrobe.  This piqued his interest
considerably.
     
     "I could come in and wait," he repeated, grinning.  He
lifted one eyebrow rakishly.  "I could even use a shower
myself."
     
     "Oh . . . I . . ." Laura blushed, stammering, confused,
and a little sexually excited too.  Though she hadn't
thought much about it since, she had enjoyed fucking with
Brad.  The idea of doing it again sent a hot little tingle
through her pussy, already pretty aroused from the business
with Carmela and Joy in the back bedroom.
     
     In the split second it took her to understand this, she
realized that Brad was looking past her, over her shoulder.
At almost the same instant, she heard the telltale giggling.
Her head whipped around just in time to see two naked, dark
brown bodies dash back into the shadows of the hallway.
     
     When she looked back, Brad was grinning more than ever.
"Guess you're busy," he said.  "Maybe I should come back
later."
     
     Laura was totally flummoxed.  "Just . . . friends," she
stammered.
     
     Brad gave her his rakish smile again. "Must be some
shower," he said.
     
     Suddenly, she heard loud whispers behind her.  "Laura!
Laura . . . let him in!"
     
     Laura blushed even hotter.  She didn't know what to do.
Usually, she could handle these situations with aplomb, but
right now she felt paralyzed, wanting to let him in, wanting
him to go away.  There must have been a momentary suspension
of time, because suddenly she felt both Carmela's and Joy's
warm, delicious naked bodies pushing against her.  She could
feel the warmth of their flesh through the fabric of her
bathrobe.
     
     "Hi," she heard Carmela's voice, over her shoulder,
flirting with Brad.  "Are you a friend of Laura's?"
     
     Brad suddenly got a little nervous too, shuffling his
feet, twisting his fingers.  "I guess you could say that."
     
     "C'mon, Laura," Joy said in her other ear.  "Invite him
in."  Then to Brad.  "We're having a little party.  Want to
come?"
     
     Loaded words, Laura realized.  The three of them, all
except her, suddenly burst out in laughter at the double
entendre.  Brad looked at Laura.  Clearly his eyes were
asking her permission.  He would love to do it but wouldn't
push it if Laura was reluctant.
     
     Oh, what the hell, she thought.  If he wants to
jeopardize his political career by having a fuck party with
me and two scrumptious little black teenagers, then so be
it.  I'm not responsible for him.  He's a grown man.  (Also
pretty energetic in the sack, if memory serves, she thought.
My ass still winces a little when I think of how he reamed
it.)
     
     She smiled, opening the door wider.  "Care to join us?"
     
     In the few seconds it took Brad to pass the threshold,
and for Laura to close and lock the door behind him, the
girls had vanished back into the bedroom.  "Where'd they
go?" he said, amused, looking around in amazement.
     
     "I think they must be preparing a surprise for you,"
Laura murmured knowingly.
     
     He grinned at her sheepishly, then encircled her waist
with one arm, drawing her closer.  "I couldn't be any more
surprised than I already am," he said softly, kissing her
cheek, then her mouth, sliding one hand between the lapels
of her robe and clutching her naked breast with it.
     
     "We better hurry or they'll get jealous," Laura purred
against his cheek.  "Come with me."
     
     He followed her down the hallway into the bedroom.  The
sight that greeted them was wildly erotic.  Joy and Carmela,
knowing they would be discovered like this by Brad and
Laura, were coiled sexily together on Laura's bed, kissing
heatedly, each girl groping with her hand in the other's
wet, inflamed crotch.  They were writhing and panting in a
way that Laura knew had at first been theatrical but soon
had become very urgent and natural.
     
     Brad, who was wearing a dark suit, began loosening his
tie and slipping out of his jacket as they watched the two
panting girls suck and kneading each other's splendid,
glossy dark flesh.
     
     "God, these two are gorgeous," he said under his breath
to Laura.  "Where'd you find them?"
     
     "Oh, just hanging around the neighborhood," Laura
smiled at him, slipping out of her robe too, dropping it to
the floor, then moving away from him to rejoin the two girls
on the bed.  "Come play with us when you're ready," she
flirted, letting him know that Carmela wasn't the only one
who could flirt.
     
     By now on the bed Carmela again had the upper hand,
with Joy supine underneath her, sighing and squirming as
Carmela caressed and kissed her long, naked body.  "Don't
you love how long she is?" she smiled at Laura as Laura
joined her and cupped and squeezed Joy's luscious small
round breasts.  "When I first saw her, I couldn't believe
anybody had a waist this long."
     
     Carmela was already descending, kissing her way
hungrily down Joy's long, taut stomach toward the treasure
Laura had been about ready to devour when Brad had begun
ringing the doorbell.
     
     "Ohhh!  Oh yes!" Joy gasped, twisting and arching her
back now, her eyelids fluttering uncontrollably, looking
more wildly desirable than ever to Laura, who nearly forgot
about Brad until she felt the bed sag as he climbed onto it
beside them.
     
     At first she had been a little envious of Carmela now
getting to feast on that puckered red gash of pussy, so long
and enfolded by such sinuous black lips, that she herself
had earlier been ready to invade with her tongue, but the
moment Brad arrived the whole dynamic on the bed changed.
Carmela noticed his arrival too and adroitly posed her body
so that her breathtaking naked ass was uptilted halfway into
his face, the wet, swollen seam of her own blossoming pussy
clearly visible below the dark, swelling moons of her
delicious rump.  Brad ran his hand over the firm moons,
almost in awe of Carmela's beautiful naked body, while Laura
smiled at him and then returned her attention to Joy's
rubbery wet nipples, which she was sucking and tonguing into
a nearly unbearable ecstasy for the girl.
     
     "Oh!  Unhhh!  Ohhnnnn!"  Joy was going wild by now, so
clearly approaching an orgasm that the three others could
hardly avoid being swept up in the excitement.
     
     Laura glanced down at Brad's thick cock, stiff and
engorged and jumping and purplish, and she knew he was dying
to plunge it into one of the three tight wet slits here on
the bed.  She reached down and squeezed it with one hand,
smiling at him as he grimaced with pleasure.
     
     "Unngghh!" he grunted, unable to restrain himself.
     
     But he knew as well as she did that the vortex of this
sexual event was now Joy, who was whooping softly and
undulating rapidly, driven to wild extremes of pleasure by
Carmela's industrious cunt licking.  Oh god, we have to make
her come big, Laura thought.  Not one of those little
squeakers she sometimes has, but a big one, a whopper.  She
knew Carmela was thinking the same thing because of the way
she was heatedly devouring Joy's beautiful, shiny, wet
pussy, slurping and sucking it, stabbing it deeply with her
tongue, then sliding two fingers up into the buttery, gaping
pink slit and frigging Joy hard with them while she sucked
Joy's clit maniacally.
     
     "Ahhhh!  Ungghh!" Joy cried out, wincing and shimmying
her hips and pelvis into the air, thrusting back into
Carmela's loving assault.
     
     Now Laura had both of Joy's round, high breasts in her
hands, and she squeezed them just enough to make Joy's dark
caramel nipples, all stiffened now, swollen and nubby and
wet and pointing, stand up high.  She pinched them with her
fingers and sucked first one, then the other, sharply into
her mouth, hearing Joy squeal and feeling her body shudder
as Joy responded to the hot arrows of pleasure shooting
through her tender young breasts.
     
     "Aiiiieeee!  Mmnngeee!  Oh!  Oh!"
     
     Carmela smiled and glanced briefly up at Laura, their
eyes connecting just long enough for them to share the
certainty that Joy was about to go up like an ammo dump.
Neither one of them was paying any attention to Brad at the
moment since Joy's long, lean, velvety brown body was
writhing and twisting under them, and Joy was pumping her
pussy into Carmela's hand and mouth and keening frantically.
     
     "Unh!  Unh!  Unh!  Ounngghh shit ohhnnggg unh ungghh!"
she panted, feverishly, churning, bucking.
     
     Since Laura was closest to her face, and also knew how
hot words had worked for Joy the past, she began to murmur
to her.  "Oh honey . . . you have such a beautiful body . .
. Carmela and I love fucking you so much . . . are you going
to come?  Are you close?  Are you almost there?  Do you want
me to suck your nipples again . . . like this . . . and like
this?"
     
     "Aooowwwnnnggg!" Joy cried out, pumping even more
vigorously.
     
     She didn't have a hard time coming (not as quickly as
Carmela, but she could make it), but she did have trouble
reaching the big one, and Laura knew that they had almost
brought her there.  A brief glance to the side let her see
that Brad was merely crouching there on his knees, holding
his big, throbbing rod in one hand and staring in disbelief
at the phenomenally hot action taking place before his eyes.
He too seemed to know that Joy was about to come and was
paralyzed by fascination.
     
     Suddenly Joy's lean, flexing body seemed to levitate
directly up off the bed.  She fell back with a sharp thud,
and suddenly she was ripped apart by a fierce, throttling
orgasm.
     
     "Auungghhh!  Ohhhh . . .
woowwwoowwoowooowwwooooonnngggg!" she howled, her body
clenched by several sharp seizures, a climax more wrenching
than Laura had ever seen her have.  "Ahhnnngggg . . .
ahhnnngggg!  Ungghh!  Oh!"
     
     Both Laura and Carmela had to hold on tightly to her
shuddering flesh in order not to be flung aside.  As Laura
often did at this moment, she wanted to cover Joy's spasming
flesh with her own and keep fucking the darling girl until
she erupted again in a fresh series of orgasms, but with the
bed so crowded this was impossible.  Carmela smiled up at
her as Joy's undulations began to subside, her lips and chin
and cheeks all shiny with Joy's pussy juices, her black eyes
sparkling with the delight of having made Joy come this
hard.  Together they stroked and soothed Joy until she came
down completely from her wild ride.
     
     Now Brad, who had been reduced to a spectator of this
scorching moment, was unable to keep his hands off either
Laura's or Carmela's naked bodies.  He grabbed them both,
not so much pulling them away from Joy as intermingling his
body with their, clutching Carmela's firm, bobbing breasts,
sucking Laura's neck, gasping as Laura's hands ran down his
body to his crotch and grasped and stroked his throbbing
prick.
     
     "Mmmmm," she purred, "I think Mr. Penis needs a little
attention."
     
     She found that she got a great kick out of using
Kendra's nickname for her, Kendra's, favorite part of the
male body, and she quickly slid down to it, cradling it and
Brad's balls in both hands and staring fascinated at its
raw, surging, jumping, purplish power.  Carmela slid down
too, but Laura could sense her hesitation, as if she had
never really done this before, or seen an erect cock this
close.  Probably hasn't, the dear thing, Laura thought, if
she spends all her time diddling with Joy.  She's probably
never been fucked by a man.  Or had one of these in her
mouth.
     
     She smiled up at Brad.  "Want a little suckee?"
     
     He was already too overwrought to grin back.  Instead,
he grimaced and nodded.  "I don't know if it'll last,
though," he panted.  "It's pretty . . ."
     
     "Ready to explode?" Laura teased, running her fingers
lightly around the bulbous head of his twitching cock.  "Did
watching pretty little Joy come make him excited?"
     
     Brad groaned softly.  "Excited isn't the word for it,"
he grunted.  "Unhh!  Careful!  Just be careful, Laura!  It's
going to shoot."
     
     Laura drew back her hand.  "Oh, not yet," she
cautioned.  "He can't shoot yet.  I want a taste.  I'll bet
Carmela wants a little taste, too."  She looked over at the
beautiful, mesmerized girl, who could not take her eyes off
Brad's thick, throbbing penis.  "You probably didn't meet
Carmela formally," she said to Brad.  "Brad, this is
Carmela.  Carmela, Brad.  Carmela, would you like to share
this big throbbing thing with me?"

     Laura bent her face down and licked Brad's swollen,
twitching cock from the edge of his balls all the way up to
the ballooning head of it, swirling her tongue around the
flaring bulb at the top, then licking her way back down to
his balls again.  Brad's breath whistled past his clenched
teeth as he inhaled.  His pelvis even quivered, so intense
were the sensations Laura's tongue inspired in his hard
shaft.
     
     "Oh god!" he grunted again.
     
     "Hold it . . . hold it . . ." Laura murmured to him.
"Save it for a few seconds more, please.  We want everyone
to get a chance, don't we?"  She smiled up at Carmela.
"Come here, darling, and have a little of this candy stick."
     
     Carmela looked reluctant.  "I never . . ."
     
     "It won't hurt you," Laura teased her.  "Look, do like
I do."
     
     Carefully, really afraid now that he would indeed spurt
before either she or Carmela could torment him some more,
she opened her lips and took the huge head of his cock
inside her mouth, swirling her tongue slowly around the
velvety bulb, not sucking hard, not really even sucking,
just holding his cock gently in her mouth while he and
Carmela watched.
     
     "Unhnhh!  Ohhh!" Brad groaned.
     
     His whole body seemed like a knotted piece of gristle,
just dying to explode.  Laura ran her tongue under the
flaring head of his prick to the stiff shaft, licking the
bulging veins, then the pronounced crease where the head of
his cock swelled out from the stalk, then the head itself
again.  Finally, she pulled back a little, still holding his
wet, throbbing cock in her fingers, and turned to Carmela.
     
     "Just go easy on him, okay?  He's about ready to pop."
     
     Carmela smiled nervously.  She looked into Brad's eyes,
and Laura could see a connection happening, the kind of
sexual spark that some people just automatically had.
     
     "Does he want me to?" she asked, almost shyly, her
black eyes glistening.
     
     Brad managed a grin.  "Silly question," he half-
croaked.
     
     "Honey, he's dying to have you do it," Laura murmured,
pulling back further now, giving Carmela full access to his
fat, wet, jumping prick.  "Just be careful or we'll get
splattered."
     
     Of course Laura knew they were going to get splattered
anyway.  Somehow it simply gave her charge to say it.  She
watched while Carmela gingerly approached Brad's erect,
pulsing cock, still shiny and wet with Laura's spittle.  And
as she watched Carmela take his jumping, rock hard member in
her long, tapering black fingers and lower her half-open
mouth closer to it, she also became aware of Joy stirring
beside her, moving closer to them.
     
     "What are they doing?" she asked, , her eyes wide,
peeping over Laura's shoulder.
     
     Her body, especially her young, springy breasts, pushed
into Laura's naked back while she did this, which
immediately electrified Laura, who wanted to drag her back
to the mattress and fuck her insanely, no matter what Brad
and Carmela were 'doing.'  But that was quickly getting too
hot to ignore.  Carmela had by now taken the head of Brad's
cock into her mouth and was gently sucking it.
     
     Brad seemed nearly in agony, his body tense and coiled,
his muscles rippling as he tried to hold back his orgasm
until the last second.  Laura knew the feeling.  He wanted
it to last.  Carmela was beautiful, and she was doing a
beautiful, slow, sensual job on his throbbing meat, curling
her long tongue around it, peppering the stiff shaft with
hot little kisses.  Laura felt Joy pushing against her, then
gently moving Laura out of the way.
     
     "I want to do that too," she whispered, as if to Laura
but in reality to no one in particular, scooting down to
join Carmela, who looked over at her and smiled.
     
     "Want some?" Carmela asked.
     
     Joy nodded.  Graciously, Carmela scooted a little to
the side and let Joy take his wet cock into her fingers.
Laura didn't know whether Joy had ever done this either, but
she didn't waste any time sucking Brad's stiff, jumping,
reddish ramrod.  She took it into her mouth and began almost
to gnaw it vigorously.  Laura immediately realized she
should have told Joy to go easy too, as she had told
Carmela, but it was too late.
     
     "Arrnngghh!" Brad growled, his body jerking and
clenching, his face grimacing as if in pain.  "Uhnnggg!"
     
     His loud cries, it seemed, startled Joy enough for her
to let his cock slip momentarily out of her mouth, and this
fortuitously happened just as the hot, creamy rockets of his
jism began spurting out of it.
     
     "Auunggnngghh!" Brad groaned, his hips lunging up, his
cock jerking and squirting madly, flinging thick dollops of
cum everywhere.
     
     The first wild jets landed on Joy's cheek and one of
Carmela's luscious dark breasts, running thickly down to her
large nipple.  Miraculously, another huge spurt shot out and
hit Joy's forearm, followed by another series of smaller
emissions that coated her fingers with creamy slime.
     
     "Oh!  Ahhhh!  Oh god . . . look!" Joy and Carmela both
gasped and giggled as they watched his squirting cock,
wincing and dodging as the white gobs of cum flew through
the air at them.
     
     It was all over in seconds.  Brad lay stunned and
panting, propped on his elbows, looking at the mess he had
made, half-grinning with supreme sexual satisfaction, while
Joy and Carmela were both still fascinated by his wilting
prick and caressing it with their wet fingers.
     
     "Eeuuwww, he made a real mess, Laura," Carmela smiled
at her, twinkling as if this was the first cock in history
ever to go off like that.
     
     "God, I didn't know they would shoot like that," Joy
said, in awe.  "Like a fucking firehose or something."  She
patted Brad's cock.  "You got it all over me.  Look at my
hands."
     
     Laura, who usually kept towels nearby, realized that
she had forgotten to replenish them.  She hopped off the bed
and dashed to the linen closet, returning quickly to the bed
and dragging Carmela down with her even as the poor girl was
wiping Brad's semen off her breast.
     
     "Ohhhh . . . Laura . . . wait a minute . . ." Carmela
said, but Laura was not to be denied and already had her
hands and mouth all over the girl's delicious black body,
sucking her flesh, her smooth black bottom, her thighs, her
stomach, working her way up to Carmela's breasts, which
Carmela had now cleaned off.  "Ohhhhh . . . oh yes!  Oh . .
. Laura!"
     
     Laura knew that Brad would not be ready for more
romping for several minutes, at least, and that Joy had
already had a stupendous climax of her own.  Only she and
Carmela had not come yet, and she was determined to remedy
that immediately.  She was consuming Carmela's lovely young
naked body with a heated frenzy she was sure she had not
unleashed on her before.  She bunched Carmela's lovely, firm
young breasts in her hands and sucked her nipples hungrily.
     
     "Ahhnnn!  Oh . . . Laura . . . not so hard!" Carmela
whimpered, twisting under Laura, panting rapidly.
     
     Laura realized she might be getting out of control.
"Oh honey, I'm sorry," she panted.  "Did I do it too hard?"
     
     Carmela's black eyes were throbbing and swirling with
fiery sex need.  She glowered at Laura, who was momentarily
afraid she had offended or hurt the girl deeply.  Then
Carmela shook her head.
     
     "God, no," she gasped.  "Do it again!"
     
     "Ohhhh . . . I want to fuck you and make you come,"
Laura panted to her, sliding down Carmela's undulating body,
unable to stop herself, feeling a great urgency to press her
mouth passionately into the girl's charming little black
pussy.
     
     It was a delicious, puckering, red mouth nestled
between Carmela's yawning black thighs, a juicy little feast
which Laura began to devour immediately, luxuriating in the
tangy wet flesh.
     
     "Oh Laura . . . oh Laura!" Carmela whooped, grinding
her pelvis, bucking her wet pussy up into Laura's hungry
mouth.  "Oh Laura . . . I'm going to come . . . yes . . .
I'm so close . . . so close . . ."
     
     Neither of them were paying the slightest attention to
the other two on the bed, which allowed Laura to be
momentarily shocked when she suddenly felt Joy's mouth
pressing into her own pussy.  Joy had slipped down behind
Laura, who was stretched out between Carmela's legs, and was
now burrowing her own tongue up into Laura's soupy slit.
Quickly, Laura pulled her knees up a little and raised her
ass to give the girl easier access.
     
     "Unhhhhh!" she gasped, looking briefly back over her
shoulder.  "Oh god, Joy . . . yes!  Yessssss!  Unhhhh!"
     
     She swirled her hips slowly, pushing her pussy back
into Joy's eager mouth the same way Carmela was pushing her
pussy into Laura's.  From the corner of her eye she could
again glimpse Brad sitting there beside them, dumb struck
with fascination at watching the three of them devour each
other.  His cock, though it had ejaculated only a minute or
so earlier, was already again on the rise.  She didn't have
much time to pay attention to him, though, since Carmela
began to come almost immediately, only seconds after Joy's
mouth pushed into Laura's throbbing quim.
     
     "Anngghh!" Carmela cried out, her flesh suddenly
stiffening, her body stretching, her thighs leaping
spastically.  "Ungghhh!  Oh!  Oh!"
     
     "Yes, baby . . . do it!" Laura almost commanded her,
well aware that whatever she said now was pointless since
Carmela was erupting in a ferocious orgasm anyway.
     
     "Auunngghhh!  Ooggnnnhhmmmnngggeeeee!" Carmela
screamed, her beautiful body flipping and clenching as she
came in successive sharp spasms.  "Ohhnnnnnnn!"
     
     Laura, of course, had stopped sucking her pussy the
moment she began to come, but Joy had not stopped her own
assault on Laura's aching furrow, and as Carmela slowly
drifted down from her pinnacle of ecstasy, gasping and
moaning softly, Laura was quickly ascending the mountain
herself.
     
     "Oh god . . . oh shit!" she heard herself saying.  "Oh
god!  Unhhhhh!  Oh Joy!"
     
     She pushed her face into the sheet between Carmela's
thighs, her head still engorged with the sweet, thick, musky
odors of Carmela's spasming pussy, and uptilted her crotch
even more to Joy's mouth.  The feeling of Joy's tongue
darting in and out of her pulsing, buttery slit, then
stabbing her exposed clit, was enough to make Laura climb
the walls.  She knew she was going to come as quickly as
Carmela just had.
     
     She was concentrating on the sheer pleasure of Joy's
tongue stabbing her pussy when she felt them manipulating
and maneuvering her body, felt Brad's strong hands on her
hips, and looked over to see him opening the drawer of her
bedstand, obviously hoping to find something there.  Joy had
slipped under Laura and was now lying on her back, with her
mouth still in Laura's crotch.
     
     Brad saw her looking at him as he took the small bottle
of baby oil from the drawer.  He smiled.  "What do you
think?" he asked, being gracious enough to enlist her
assent.
     
     "Unnmmgggmmm!" Laura groaned, her mouth half pushed
into the sheet, still tingling and rotating her hips as Joy
sucked her wet pussy.  She nodded vigorously, turning her
head a little more.  "Yes!" she gasped.  "Quick!"
     
     He unsnapped the cap of the bottle and began slathering
shiny oil all over his cock, which was miraculously at
completely attention again, thick and pulsing, again
purplish with engorged blood.  The oil dripped off onto the
sheet while he was hastily lubricating his twitching ramrod,
and Laura was surprised to realize she didn't even care.
Usually very fastidious and clean, she was now so delirious
with sexual need that they could have been sunk in a pit of
slime and she would still want him to get on with it.
     
     "Ohhhhh . . . please!" she heard herself whimpering,
now not wanting to come too fast, knowing what was going to
happen in a second, and yet being driven to excruciating
limits by Joy's busy mouth on her pussy.
     
     Brad, having fucked Laura before, knew the signs.  He
knew she was on the verge of an absolutely devastating
orgasm, and he had to hurry if he were to be there at the
finish line.  Before snapping the cap shut on the bottle, he
greased his fingers too, and suddenly Laura felt two of them
slipping, prying, invading her rectum, preparing it for the
greater invasion.
     
     "Unh!  Unh!  Oh Jesus!" she gasped, suddenly feeling
tears leap to her eyes.  God, hurry! she thought.
     
     She could feel the flesh and muscles of her arms and
legs quivering.  For a moment the pain was too intense to
permit her to come, but she knew that would pass, and in
seconds the pain would quickly turn into an added stimulus,
making postponement impossible.
     
     She felt his fingers leave her body, and almost
immediately they were replaced by the fierce, thick, rock
hard stalk of his greased prick sliding into her asshole.
     
     "Unnnnngghhh!" Laura winced, groaning in soft, half-
demented gurgle, feeling her body rage with pain and
unbearable sexual excitement.
     
     She didn't know why, since she had felt Brad's thick,
fiercely hard cock in her ass before, but this time her
whole body felt completely stuffed and engorged by it, as if
the tight, greased channel of her ass were way too small for
it, as if this hard rod were forcing open her deepest secret
parts, making them swell and throb and threaten to burst.
     
     "Oh shit!" she gasped into the sheet, feeling the tears
slide down her cheeks.
     
     At the same moment, Joy was not only sucking and
tonguing her pussy but now pushing her finger into it,
enjoying Laura's sexual abandon, swept up in the fierce
excitement as Brad now began to fuck Laura's ass, having
allowed sufficient time for her to adjust to the invasion of
his iron spike of a cock.  Laura was lost.  She was
completely at their mercy, whimpering and squealing as Brad
reamed her, gasping in the midst of her squeals as she felt
Joy suck her clit hard.
     
     "Anngghh!  Unmmmggh!" she grunted as Joy fingerfucked
her, then stopped long enough to suck her clit hard again.
Then, "Awwoonnggg!" as Brad's stiff prick jabbed deep into
her ass.  "Awwoonnggg!  Ungghh!" she cried out as he did it
again.
     
     She could take only a little more of this until she was
suddenly coming in a fiery burst of meteoric, rocketing
spasms that seemed to tear her poor, sexually tortured body
apart.  She didn't even know when it began, but her
shuddering body was suffused by a hot, glowing radiance, and
then wracked by ferocious jolts so powerful that she feared
for a second she would black out.  The breath was totally
stomped out of her lungs, and she pushed her face into the
sheet, cawing and shaking, then clenching as a new spasm of
coming gripped her.
     
     "AUUNNGGGHH!" a loud groan finally escaped from her
constricted throat.  "Annggrriiuuhh! Annggrriiuuhh!" she
grunted each time Brad ripped his cock into her ass.
     
     But as soon as he realized she was coming hard, he
stopped plunging it into her and simply held steady while
she came and came.  She only realized when she slumped back
down into Joy's supine, sinuous naked body under her,
gasping and still twitching involuntarily, her cheeks wet
with tears, that Brad had not been able to come himself
again so soon, but had been happy to hammer her to paradise.
And now, even as she realized it, she could feel him
slipping his cock back out of her ass, and pushing her
aside, rolling her sideways off Joy.
     
     Laura was stunned and destroyed by her orgasm.  Having
been the last one of the four of them to come, she had
suffered a buildup of sexual tension that had ultimately
pulverized her, when her time arrived.  She lay glassy-eyed
and slack-mouthed beside Joy as Brad enterprisingly crawled
between the girl's thin thighs and guided his cock with one
hand into her long, inflamed pussy.
     
     "Ohhhnnnnnn!" Joy moaned, her eyes rolling up, as the
fat stalk slid up into her body.
     
     Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her fingertips
fluttered around Brad's shoulders as he hovered over her and
began to slide his wet, stiff cock in and out of her
clinging black pussy.  The sight was mesmerizing to Laura,
who could barely move and yet was transfixed by the
spectacle of Joy being fucked by Brad.  She didn't know if
Joy had ever been fucked by a man before, and the expression
on Joy's face was indescribably intense.  She could see that
Carmela, who had now revived herself, was feeling the same.
     
     As Laura watched, Carmela slid over closer to them and
began kissing and caressing Joy's face while Brad continued
to fuck her slowly.  In only a few seconds, the rhythm had
completely changed, going from the feverish gasping and
screwing of a few moments earlier to this slow, sensual fuck-
dance, this almost tender sliding and gentle grinding and
soft panting.  Both of them had come explosively earlier,
and now they were able to blend their bodies in an
unhurried, intensely rhythmic fucking that exerted a
hypnotic power even over Laura and Carmela, who could not
take their eyes off them.
     
     Carmela was whispering to Joy, something so low that
Laura could not even hear it.  She scooted closer and heard
Carmela, who was now also squeezing Joy's breasts with one
hand, saying,
     
     "Is it good, Joy?  Is it good to feel his thick hard
cock in you?  Do you like it?  Is he going to make you come?
Is he going to fuck you hard?"
     
     Somehow the words were impossibly erotic to Laura, as
was the sight of Brad's pale, muscular body moving against
Joy's delicious dark caramel flesh, his hard, wet,
glistening prick sliding in and out of her tightly clasping
black cunt lips, his hands clutching her ass, her long
waist, her arms, his mouth sucking her shoulders, her neck,
while Carmela squeezed her breasts and tweaked her shiny
dark nipples.
     
     Laura knew herself how pleasurable it was to fuck Joy,
and she almost envied him the delightful experience,
smelling the hot, thick, sexual odors rising off their
slowly surging bodies, realizing that she was heating up
again quickly herself.  Watching his white body and her dark
one merging together was fiercely erotic.  There was hardly
any room for another hand or mouth on Joy's body, but she
could get her hands on Carmela's, and so she scooted around
behind the girl on the bed, and clasped her from the rear,
pushing her own naked breasts into Carmela's smooth warm
back and hungrily nipping the black flesh between her neck
and shoulder.
     
     "Mmmm, I want to fuck you," she murmured, hearing
herself say it almost as if someone else were uttering these
soft, guttural words.
     
     Carmela looked back over her shoulder, and Laura caught
her mouth with a glancing, though savagely hot, kiss.
     
     "Unh!  Unh!  Unh!" Joy began to grunt softly as Brad
started fucking her a little faster, and a little more
roughly.
     
     The bed was beginning to quake and groan again.  Laura
encircled Carmela from behind with her arms, cupping
Carmela's firm, gourd-shaped breasts and twisting her large,
thick black nipples in her fingers.
     
     "I want to fuck you," she breathed again, sucking the
girl's smooth neck.  "Now."
     
     Carmela giggled huskily and turned to face her.  "Too
bad you don't have a dick," she joked.  "I could use one of
those right about now."  She nodded toward Brad hard,
pulsing, wet rod that was sliding in and out of Joy's tight
pussy.
     
     Laura grinned at her.  "Oh, but I do."
     
     Even though she didn't want to leave the bed for any
reason, she quickly slipped away to her secret drawer and
returned with her strap-on dildo, the long one with the
convex ridges down the shaft.  Carmela's eyes widened as she
saw it.
     
     "Oh my god."  She burst into her light-of-the-universe
smile, her teeth almost blinding white.  "You've got to be
kidding.  Is that for real?"
     
     "You bet it is, my darling," Laura grinned, slipping
quickly into the harness and holding the ripply long shaft
with one hand.  "Lie back and I'll show you how 'real' it
is."
     
     Obediently, still smiling, Carmela lay back and spread
her thighs for Laura.  She knew how tantalizing her naked
body was and ran her hands over it slowly, watching Laura's
eyes on her, watching Laura's eyes lick her dark skin, her
sleek, smooth flesh.  She ran her hands down to her inner
thighs, letting her fingers graze her inflamed and greasy
cunt lips, pulling the skin at the sides so that they parted
to reveal the puckering red seam Laura had earlier devoured
and was now going to fuck.
     
     God, you are so beautiful! Laura thought as she moved
forward, between Carmela's yawning thighs, guiding the long,
hard stalk with her hand toward the girl's festering wet
honey pit.  Carmela looked up at her almost wonderingly,
with startled amazement that she was actually doing this,
that Laura was about to fuck her with a strap-on dildo, as
if never in her dreams had she imagined anything so
exciting.
     
     She looked down to her crotch as Laura lodged the
bulbous head of the fake cock in the groove formed by her
swollen cunt lips.  Then her eyes rose and caught Laura's as
Laura slid it slowly into her, still holding it with one
hand.  Carmela bit her lower lip.  She grimaced a little,
then moaned, feeling it ride in deep.
     
     "Aunnnnnnnhhhhhhh! Oh . . . Laura!  God, it's so hard!"
     
     "Does that feel good?"
     
     "Ohhhh . . . yessssss!"
     
     But meanwhile, next to them on the bed things were
heating up fast.  The mattress was bouncing more violently
than ever as Brad drilled Joy's pussy relentlessly, and now
much more rapidly, holding her slim hips in his hands and
stabbing his cock into her.  Joy was going wild with sexual
arousal, pumping and whimpering and twisting wildly under
his sharp thrusts.
     
     "Ummnnggg . . . ohhnnmmgggg . . . ungghhh . . .
ohhhhnnmmmeeee!" she keened, clawing his back and shoulders,
thrusting her pelvis up to meet each thrust, now even
wrapping her long legs around his jabbing hips and wincing
as Brad's cock sank even deeper into her body.
"Awwwonnnnggg!"
     
     Laura for some reason had wanted to fuck Carmela in a
slow, simmering rhythm, a patient, intimate union of their
two undulating bodies, but this frantic gasping and surging
next to them seemed to envelope them too with urgent lust,
and Carmela's deep, sonorous moans didn't help, making Laura
realize how much intense pleasure the girl was getting out
of her slow, long thrusts and withdrawals.  Without really
realizing it, she began to quicken the pace too, pushing the
dildo deeper into Carmela's pussy, leaning forward so that
their naked breasts brushed, kissing and sucking the girl's
lovely smooth black neck and shoulder.
     
     "Unh!  Unh . . . oh . . . unh!" Carmela gasped as the
rhythm accelerated.
     
     But they could scarcely concentrate on each other
because it quickly became clear that Joy was coming, that
Brad had jab-fucked her into a shrieking, arm-flailing
climax.
     
     "Aiiieeeeeee!  Unngghgiaaiiieeeee!" she suddenly cried
out, long, sinuous body flexing and shuddering under his
plunging prick, her arms leaping out to the sides and
hammering back into the mattress, her pelvis leaping
spastically into the air as she came in an overheated fury.
"Oh!  Ungghh!  Aiiiieeeeeeeee!"
     
     Even though Laura and Carmela were sunk into their own
fucking rhythm, this disoriented them both for a few
seconds, and they paused long enough to glance over at Joy,
and Brad chuffing and half-smiling on top of her, until the
most savage spasms had passed.  Laura momentarily realized
that Brad was not coming himself, not yet, and made a mental
note of it before returning to her delicious labors.
     
     "Now you're going to come, honey," she panted in a
whisper to Carmela, resuming her patient thrusting with the
long dildo.  "You're going to come too, it's your turn."
     
     "Oh, Laura."
     
     "Yes, honey . . . yes . . . oh, I love to fuck you,"
Laura purred to her.
     
     Evidently Brad wanted to get in on this hot moment too,
however, having just fucked Joy into a flailing, screeching
climax.  She lay wasted and half-destroyed under him, and he
withdrew his bobbing, greasy prick from her slit and crawled
over to where Laura and Carmela were hypnotically fucking.
They both barely noticed him, but he wasn't about to be
ignored.  He tapped Laura on the back.
     
     "Let me have some of that too?" he asked.  "She's
gorgeous."
     
     Carmela's eyelashes fluttered open and she looked over
at him curiously, as if contemplating how he could possibly
join in at this point.  Of course, Laura reflected, the girl
was already so overwrought with sexual need that anything
would seem an intrusion to her.  She herself looked down at
his wet, throbbing prick, all dark with engorged blood, the
veins rippling along the sides of the thick shaft, and
thought it was indeed a magnificent weapon that would be a
welcome addition to any fuck party.
     
     She slowed her thrusting momentarily and looked down at
Carmela.  "What do you think?  Want to make it three?"
     
     Carmela's eyes were murky with unasked questions and
smoldering sexual emotions.  She didn't seem entirely
capable of answering the question.  But, after a
considerable pause, she nodded.
     
     "Want you too," she panted to Laura.
     
     "Oh, I'm not leaving," Laura grinned.  "I can't let you
go.  I'm stuck to you.  I'm stuck in you."
     
     Carmela smiled dreamily.  She let them maneuver her
body so that Brad could press up against her back.  Now they
were all lying on their sides, with Carmela sandwiched
between them.  It quickly became clear to Laura what Brad
had in mind, though she doubted it had yet dawned on
Carmela.
     
     She kept fucking her, more gently now, caressing her
face, kissing her mouth.  "Do you want him in you too?"
     
     Again dreamily, Carmela nodded.  "Like you?  Like he
did you?"
     
     "You sure you want that?"
     
     Carmela again appeared to think it over for a moment,
then nodded.  "Yes."
     
     Brad, looking at Laura over Carmela's shoulder,
grinned.  Gosh, Laura thought, if he wants to jeopardize his
political career by fucking some delicious little black
cheerleader in the ass, who am I to object?  Sounds pretty
exciting to me.  Especially if she's willing.  This was what
surprised her most.  She wondered if Carmela had seen the
obviously exquisite pleasure Laura had got from her earlier
ass-reaming and perhaps missed the physical distress that
accompanied it, at least in the beginning.
     
     Again she asked her.  "Are you sure?  It might hurt a
little at the start."
     
     But Carmela was not in the mood for reasoning.  She
nodded, almost eagerly. "I'm sure."
     
     Why, you darling little slut, Laura thought.  A girl
after my own heart.  You dearly love fucking, in whatever
form, don't you.  She noticed that while she and Carmela had
been going through this interview, Brad had returned to the
drawer and snatched up the bottle of baby oil.
     
     "Ahhhhhh!" Carmela winced and moaned, looking over her
shoulder where Brad was quickly prepping her tight little
asshole with his oiled fingers.
     
     "Here . . . honey, let's make it easier on all of us,"
Laura panted to her, rolling onto her own back and bringing
Carmela over on top of her, holding the strap-on dildo in
place with one hand.
     
     By now Brad had widened Carmela's rear orifice a little
and was busily re-oiling his own fierce, throbbing cock,
which somehow looked bigger than ever to Laura now that she
knew where it was going to be lodged.  It really wasn't a
huge salami like Marshall's or Eric's, but it was thick,
hard as iron, with a fierce ballooning head at the tip.  It
looked especially formidable in its greased and jumping
state, and Laura found her own asshole was wincing
involuntarily at the memory of having absorbed the entire
shaft only half an hour earlier.
     
     "Oh honey," she grabbed Carmela's beautiful face in
both hands, pulling it down, "kiss me while he puts it in.
It's going to hurt a little at first."
     
     "Unnnhhmmmggg!" Carmela whimpered, opening her sensual
mouth to Laura's, coiling tongues with her as Brad made the
first penetration.  "Oowwwnnggghhh!" she howled, tearing her
mouth from Laura's, as the head of his hard prick slipped
into her ass.
     
     Tears came to her eyes, and she grimaced horribly.
Laura still held her smooth cheeks in both hands.  She
pulled Carmela's face down again and crushed her own lips
into Carmela's, frenching her violently, trying to distract
her.
     
     "Ooohhhhhnnnnn!" Carmela moaned, grimacing again as
Brad slid his cock deep into her asshole, tearing her face
away from Laura's again.
     
     "Hold it . . . hold it . . ." Laura murmured to her.
"It'll be okay in a minute . . . promise . . . just a few
more seconds."
     
     She knew Brad was wildly aroused by Carmela's beauty,
and by having just fucked Joy into such a terrific orgasm,
but she had been fucked by him herself and knew he wasn't
barbaric or sadistic.  He would give Carmela time to adjust,
and neither of them needed to hammer her in order for all of
them to come, which Laura knew was imminent.  Just the back
pressure of the strap-on dildo against her pubic bone was
making her wildly excited.  She might not come exactly when
they did, but it would take little help afterward for her to
explode too.
     
     Carmela was now impaled and skewered on the dildo and
Brad's stiff cock, sandwiched between Laura and Brad,
moaning and quivering and mewling as they began slowly to
fuck in and out of her body, moving in a concerted rhythm,
taking it easy on her, letting her adjust, but then, when
she began whimpering less, picking up the pace.  Laura held
the dildo steady with one hand while she thrust her hips
upward, encircling Carmela's hard body with her other arm
and pulling the girl down into her, getting an added thrill
by the feeling of Carmela's smooth, warm flesh undulating
against her, and Carmela's large, stiff nipples rasping
against her own.
     
     Remarkably enough, for all Carmela's initial moaning
and whimpering, and Laura's soothing words, and Brad's
labored panting and soft grunting as he slid his greased
cock down into Carmela's tight asshole, for the next couple
of minutes the room fell strangely silent as they fucked
slowly, rhythmically, in quiet concentration, as if each one
was totally focused on the acute sensations that filled his
or her excited bodies.  Even the bed no longer creaked or
quaked.  Glancing over, Laura saw Joy stretched out beside
them, with one hand between her thighs, watching the three
of them fuck, mesmerized, her dark eyes wide and fascinated.
     
     Laura could hear Carmela's panting above everything
else, partly because Carmela was face to face with her, and
her body was pressed down hard against Laura's.  She looked
up into her face but Carmela's eyes were tightly shut as she
swirled her pelvis back into Brad's downward thrusts and
Laura's upward ones, though Laura was for the most part only
holding steady, not really thrusting hard, figuring that the
mere feeling of the long dildo shaft running across her clit
as Brad fucked her ass would be enough stimulation to send
the lovely girl to heaven in only another minute or so.
     
     And she was right about that.  Carmela started moaning
and gasping almost immediately.
     
     "Oh god!  Unnhhhhh . . . oh god!" she gasped, her head
turning from side to side, but now looking more like she was
in an excruciating rapture of sexual pleasure instead of the
pain Laura had initially seen in her face.
     
     "Oh god, yes, honey, you're going to come aren't you,"
Laura panted back, now beginning to rock her hips and thrust
a little harder herself as she knew the moment was arriving.
     
     Brad, though he had been fairly gentle with Carmela up
to now, was clearly getting hyper excited too and was
plunging his hard cock down into her ass more vigorously by
the second.  Laura knew he had not come since spurting all
of his jizz into the air at the very start, whether because
he wasn't ready or because he had been saving it for now.
But she knew he wouldn't be able to hold it much longer.
His face was red, the tension was clearly visible in his
features, and he was beginning to ram Carmela as he had
earlier rammed Laura only moments before she came herself.
     
     "Unngghh!  Arrrgggnnhh!" he grunted, fucking her hard,
making Carmela yelp.
     
     "Oh!  Ahhnngghiiee!  Ohnngg!"
     
     "Oh yes, honey, hold on, you're going to come," Laura
panted to her, feeling the three of them hurtle toward the
inevitable cataclysm.
     
     Now the bed was violently shaking again, and Brad was
ramming down into Carmela's ass mercilessly.
     
     "Oowwmmggg . . . owwwwaiiieeee!" she yelped, her cheeks
now slick with tears, her eyes beseeching Laura.  "Oh god .
. . too hard!  Ungghhh!  Ouucchhh!  Too deep!  Oh . . .
Laura!  Ungghhh!"
     
     Suddenly, Brad came.  His body clenched fiercely, and
he speared Carmela's ass even harder for the last two or
three thrusts, then cried out in a savage male groan as his
cock erupted inside her tight rectum.
     
     "Auunngghhh!  Arrnngghhh!" he roared, gripping
Carmela's body almost hard enough to break it.
     
     Mercifully, Laura realized, his orgasm and sharp
spearing seemed to be exactly all that was needed to trip
Carmela's trigger too, and she followed him in only two
seconds.
     
     "Owwnngghgh . . . oh Laura . . . AUUNGGMMNGGNIIIEEEE!
Oh!  Oh!  Mnnnggnniieeeeee!" she wailed, thrashing around
spastically on top of Laura, her body wracked by a ferocious
anal orgasm that Laura kept going by her own now-vigorous
thrusting of the strap-on dildo into Carmela's spasming
pussy.
     
     Laura kept fucking her, and Carmela kept coming, though
not as intensely, while Brad slumped forward, caught himself
with his palms on the mattress, panting furiously, then held
his body steady so that Carmela could finish her sweet
ordeal.  Meanwhile, the added thrusting Laura was supplying
was stimulating her own wet, aching pussy under the base of
the strap-on dildo.  She knew she was going to come, was
desperate to come, but didn't know how it would happen.  Her
hands were still fluttering over Carmela's smooth, flexing
back, embracing her, caressing her as Carmela skimmed
through the last, exquisite but dying spasms of her orgasm.
     
     It seemed forever to her before Brad's cock was
expelled from Carmela's ass by her last, waning twinges and
he rolled off her, half-collapsing beside them, still
panting hard.  Then, slowly, groggily, Carmela slid to the
side too, helping Laura remove the long, wet dildo from her
pussy, looking dazed and crushed by this overwhelming
experience.  She appeared too stunned to speak, and Laura
was too overwhelmed by crackling, urgent sexual need to
notice anyway.
     
     Almost without thinking, she slipped out of the hip
harness and stretched out on the bed, half-hoping that
someone, anyone, would touch her, kiss her, grope her, fuck
her, bring her the sweet release she desperately needed
right now.  From out of nowhere Joy was suddenly swarming
all over her body, kissing her shoulders, her neck, rubbing
her young breasts against Laura's.
     
     "Oh Laura," she smiled, purring, "you want me to do
you?"
     
     "God, yes, honey!" Laura gasped.
     
     "Can I do you with this?" Joy smiled devilishly,
holding up the wet strap-on dildo that Laura had only
moments ago been jabbing up into Carmela's climaxing pussy.
     
     Even though she was wildly overcome by sexual need,
Laura couldn't help grinning.  She nodded.  "Of course.  Can
you get it on?"
     
     "I think so.  I watched you."
     
     It was pretty easy, Laura knew, and in seconds Joy was
poised between Laura's spread thighs, looking down at
Laura's aching, wet, blossoming pussy, holding the
glistening dildo in the fingers of one hand, and smiling
down at Laura as if Christmas was about to arrive.  To make
it even more exciting for them both, Laura ran her hands
down to her crotch and sensually massaged the flesh of her
inner thighs on either side of her inflamed slit, pulling
the swollen lips open even further, letting Joy see the
shiny pink inner depths, all gurgling and swimming with warm
buttery cunt juices.
     
     "Fuck me, honey," she said huskily, looking dreamily up
into Joy's eyes.  "Fuck me with your big hard cock."
     
     Joy laughed so spontaneously at this that her high,
young breasts jiggled sexily, and Laura was overcome by a
hotter lust even than before.
     
     "Please . . . " she beseeched Joy, dying for it.
"Please.  Kiss me and fuck me, honey."
     
     Joy chewed her lower lip and became very serious as she
guided the bobbing stalk toward Laura's gaping furrow.
"I've never done this before," she said very softly, under
her breath, concentrating.
     
     It's not rocket science, darling, Laura wanted to tell
her.  Put it in me and fuck me.  You can do that.
     
     Joy could do it.  She lodged the head of the dildo in
the wet, aching channel of Laura's pulsing cunt and slowly
pushed it home.  All the time her eyes were on the dildo
disappearing into Laura's tight slit, while all the time
Laura's eyes were on Joy's face, until she felt herself
nearly swooning with pleasure as the hard stalk filled her
tight sleeve.  She could feel Joy's taut, slender thighs
pressing against the inner flesh of her own thighs, even
feel the base of the strap-on pushing against her cunt lips.
Oh god, it's heaven! she thought as Joy, obeying directions,
leaned down to kiss her too.
     
     Impulsively, Laura grabbed her head in both hands and
crushed Joy's mouth down against her own, gyrating her hips
rapidly so that the shaft of the dildo fucked in and out of
her crammed pussy.  She stabbed her tongue up into Joy's
mouth, whimpering and twisting.
     
     "Hold it with one hand . . ." she gasped to Joy.  "Hold
on to it with one hand, honey . . . so it won't slip out."
     
     "Okay," Joy panted, appearing almost terrorized by
Laura's frantic desire and the wild way she was pumping.
"Are you . . . going to come?  I mean, quick?"
     
     Laura nodded violently.  "Oh god, yes!  Fuck me hard
and fast.  Please, Joy.  Do it now.  Fast, hard as you can.
Hold on so it doesn't slip out."
     
     Joy began grinding her hips, at first slowly, then more
rapidly and energetically.  With one hand she held the dildo
in place, and with her other she squeezed Laura's breasts
enthusiastically.
     
     "Unhhh . . . unhhhh!  Yes . . ." Laura panted to her,
grinding back, feeling the long stalk slide in and out of
her pussy, feeling the wonderful convex ridges on the shaft
ripple along her sensitive secret wet flesh.  "Ohnnggg . . .
do it harder, honey!"
     
     "Oh.  Like this?"
     
     Now Joy pumped her even harder, and Laura again pulled
her head down close, again crushing her own lips into Joy's.
"Fuck me, honey . . . fuck me, honey . . ." she gasped,
thrilling to the feel of Joy's long, slender, caramel body
pressed everywhere against her own as the billowing waves of
her climax approached.
     
     "Oh Laura . . ." Joy panted, feeling their teeth clank
and glance together, pulling back a little and ramming Laura
even harder now with the dildo.  "Oh Laura . . . you're so
beautiful . . . unhhhgggg!"
     
     "Auunggghh!" Laura cried out, hanging on the edge now
of a ferocious orgasm.  "Yes . . . yes . . . yes!   Ungghh!
Ungghhh!"
     
     "Oh Laura!"
     
     Then there was the split second of silence Laura always
recognized, the brief moment when time was suspended before
the obliterating, crushing, galvanic explosion.  Then the
dam gave way.
     
     "Auunnngghh!  Owwwnnggghhhiiinnmmmmeeeee!" she wailed,
flipping and surging off the bed into Joy's body, feeling
her pussy impaled on the hard shaft, feeling it penetrated
even further into her because of her wild thrashing and
vigorous pumping.  "Unngghh . . . uhnnngggghhh . . . oh!
Aunnggiinmmmnneeee!" she screamed, coming again, or was it
just a following spasm from the first excruciating
convulsion.  "Ahhh . . . ahhh . . . ohhhh!"
     
     She didn't think either Joy or Carmela had ever seen
her come this hard, and possible not Brad either.  The
orgasm seemed to rip her inside out, and Joy, who held on
tight for fear of disappointing Laura, seemed almost shocked
as Laura finally blinked and released her from the death's
grip she had been exerting on the poor girl.
     
     "Are you okay?" she whispered into Laura's ear.
     
     This triggered an almost hysterical fit of laughing
from Laura, caused she knew by the release of so much
tension.  The laughter came suddenly, unexpectedly, bubbling
out of her.  She was still throbbing from her climax but
laughing hysterically at the same time, gasping for breath,
tears filling her eyes.
     
     "Oh god, yes!  I am so okay you wouldn't believe how
okay I am," she grinned, pulling Joy down again and this
time kissing her not as roughly as before, but more
emotionally.  "You fucked me so good . . . god, I came so
hard."
     
     "That thing is fun," Joy smiled, looking down at their
bodies still linked by the ripply wet shaft.  "Should I take
it out?"
     
     "No, leave it in a minute.  I love to feel you here
against me like this.  I love to feel you in me.  Don't
move."
     
     "Hell, I ain't moving," Joy giggled, joining in the
merriment.  "Shit, I almost got off myself just doing that
to you."
     
     They both became aware suddenly, almost at the same
instant, that they were indulging in this intimate banter as
if they were alone on the bed, but that actually Carmela and
Brad were watching them with undisguised fascination.  Laura
looked over at them and made a face.
     
     "You guys must be jealous."
     
     Brad smiled, but Carmela was more aggressive, laughing
with them and piling on.  She slid over on the sheet and
pressed her warm body against both Laura and Joy, throwing
one arm over Joy's back.
     
     "Me next," she laughed.  "I get to do it to her next,
Joy."
     
     Joy turned her head and they kissed in the friendly,
intimate but casual way of longtime lovers.  "You should be
doing me instead," Joy said softly.  "I got all hot and
bothered when Laura was going off like that."
     
     Gosh, we are an insatiable little group, aren't we?
Laura thought, twisting and nudging Joy off her body now
that their little moment of intimacy had passed.  Joy got
the message and slowly extracted the dildo from Laura's
pussy, rolling off to the side, next to Carmela.  Clearly,
she had been telling the truth about being aroused since she
quickly slid her legs out of the harness and handed the
strap-on to Carmela.
     
     Brad left the bed to get a cigarette, which he smoked
while sitting in the easy chair across from the bed.  The
two girls spent the next twenty minutes fucking with Laura's
strap-on, and miraculously by the time they were groaning
and orgasming again, Brad's prick was again standing a full
mast.  He joined Laura on the bed next to the two girls,
where they fucked in a slow, simmering, smoldering rhythm
for about five or more minutes until both finally came in a
slow-blooming but painfully intense climax.
     
     A glance at the bedside clock radio told Laura that
they had been doing this only about an hour and a half, and
yet she herself, at least, felt completely exhausted and
annihilated.  Brad looked like he felt that way too, and
anyway she realized that he was probably tapped out by now.
Even the girls looked slack and tired, moving slowly,
talking drowsily.
     
     Being the hostess, as it were, she couldn't exactly hop
up and tell everyone to leave, but right now the thing she
craved most was a hot bath, all alone, by herself.  Just me.
I am fucked out.  It was fun, but here's your hat, what's
your hurry, guys.
     
     Still, the general fatigue seemed to permeate them all.
Brad sighed and extinguished his cigarette in an ashtray
Laura kept by the bedside for those who smoked, though she
didn't herself.  They always seemed to want a cigarette
after a sexual climax.  He stood and began pulling on his
pants.
     
     "I've got a breakfast meeting with IBM," he said.
"About a new computer system for the city.  Got to run.
Sorry."
     
     Laura pulled on her bathrobe, patting him
affectionately on the shoulder.  "I don't think you have
anything to be sorry for," she smiled.  "Right, girls?"
     
     Joy and Carmela, still coiled lazily together on the
bed, giggled softly.  The long, ridged, wet dildo still
jutted obscenely from Carmela's crotch.  In truth, both of
them looked so delicious to Laura that she wondered if her
desire for a solitary bath were not capable of being
postponed.
     
     She followed Brad to the front door to let him out, and
when she returned found both girl's again pulling on their
cheerleader outfits.  God, you both know how to make me want
to rape you, don't you, she thought.
     
     "I've got homework," Carmela said, now no longer the
sexy little fuck slut she had earlier been but simply a
teenager who was behind schedule.
     
     "Me too," Joy said.  She did a mock curtsey for Laura,
plucking out the small skirt of her yellow outfit with the
fingers of both hands.  "You and your friend were nasty to
keep us away from doing our homework."
     
     Laura kissed her.  "There's more than one kind of
homework."
     
     Carmela, now dressed too, approached them from the side
and forced herself into the embrace.  "We know the kind of
homework you like, Laura," she teased, offering her mouth.
     
     At this rate we'll be back on that bed in seconds,
Laura realized as she French kissed Carmela too.  But
Carmela and Joy, feeling the same thing, pulled away gently.
     
     "We were telling the truth.  We do have homework.
We've got to go."
     
     Laura feigned being glum.  "I know.  I'm so glad you
could stay for the party, though."
     
     She accompanied them to the door too.  Before they
slipped outside, Carmela turned to her again.  "You know,
your friend was nice."  She raised one eyebrow comically.
"In fact, he really gave my little booty an experience I
never knew was possible.  But I kind of miss just you and me
and Joy together, you know?"
     
     Laura did know.  She had felt a twinge of the same loss
a few times already during the evening.
     
     "Me too," Joy quickly seconded Carmela.  "I wanted to
do you both with the dick thing.  Wow, that was hot.  Can we
do it again, Laura?"
     
     Laura smiled and nodded.  "We sure can.  Just give me a
few days to recover, okay?"
     
     They both looked at each other and burst out laughing.
Then they descended Laura's steps in the dusk and walked
slowly down the street toward Joy's condo, glancing
frequently back and Laura and waving.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
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The Laura story chapters are now available, in both text and
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The chapters are now also available in html format at
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Copyright Miranda Mars, 1999-2004.  It is unlawful to
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