                              

     Chapter 262
     
     
     
     
     It was months, if not years, since Laura had truly
exhausted herself in fucking, as she and Sara did on their
first night together in her new condo.  They slept and
fucked, and dozed and fucked, and bathed, fucking in the
bath tub, then fucked back on the bed afterward, then dined
and fucked, and slept some more, then fucked on Laura's
white sofa, then slept again only to awaken and merge their
slack, throbbing, exhausted bodies in one last conflagration
of excruciating pleasure.
     
     "I've never been fucked so much in my life," Sara
admitted finally in a fatigued whisper, her head on the
pillow next to Laura's, her dark eyes swimming with wonder.
She was not too tired, however, to make another funny,
endearing face, a screwy, cross-eyed face that seemed to
tell Laura she was happy about it.
     
     "Me either," Laura lied softly, even though it might as
well be true.  She had been this tired from the same amount
of effort, but this moment seemed so completely permeated
with love and deep emotion, as well as phenomenal physical
desire, that she had to consider it something special.
"Don't you feel like it's more than just . . . oh, fucking?"
she asked, tenderly spreading the hair away from Sara's face
with her fingers.
     
     Sara had discarded the sexy red wig very soon, as well
as her contact lenses, and Laura believed she found her even
sexier without it.  Sara's eyes grew wider as she listened
to Laura.  She nodded.
     
     "I do.  It is . . . different."  She pushed her face
closer so that their lips brushed.  "Don't make me say any
more."
     
     Laura smiled.  "I won't."
     
     But for days afterward, she wondered what Sara had been
reluctant to say.
     
     Laura had long been well aware that she fell in love
too easily.
     
     . . . I fall in love too fast,
     I fall in love too terribly hard
     For love to ever last . . .
     
     My heart should be well schooled
     `Cause I've been fooled in the past,
     But still I fall in love too easily,
     I fall in love too fast.
     
     My theme song, she thought, ruefully.  But there's no
way I can deny it.  I feel . . . really deep feelings for
this woman.  I tingle when I think of her.  And ache inside.
And not just in my pussy either.  In my gut, in the pit of
my stomach, in my heart, in my toes and my fingertips,
everywhere.
     
     Laura even had dreams about Sara.  It had been a long
time since she had dreamed of another woman.  Rina?  Was it
her?  I used to dream of her all the time.  But that was
when I wasn't fucking everyone in sight, and I was focused
completely on her.  This has got to be different.  I can't
get Sara out of my brain, my body.  My life.
     
     Curiously, only one of her dreams had involved fucking,
and that had occurred before their marathon christening of
Laura's new condo.  There was nothing exceptional about the
dream-that is, nothing different in content from what they
had already done together-except the fact that it left Laura
throbbing emotionally for hours after awakening.  They had
made love sweetly, heatedly, emotionally, but that was the
way they always fucked.  Laura was aching with love for her
all day.
     
     The other dreams came after their condo-christening,
and were devoid of sex.  But not of love.  In one they were
talking lazily over coffee in Sara's kitchen.  In another
they were wandering hand in hand through a park.  And in one
dream they were playing Yahtze, of all things.  Laura could
recall very few of the details, but the lingering feeling of
each dream was one of warm, delightfully happy well-being
and deep love.  The feelings were so deep that they would
last for days after the dream.
     
     She was in this state of mind one day when Dawn phoned
her only a few minutes before five o'clock.  Dawn's voice
was mysteriously amused and wry.
     
     "Got any plans this evening?"
     
     This presented Laura with a few disturbing moments of
extreme confusion.  Just the thought of Dawn was, as always,
nearly enough to set her on fire right where she sat.  She
had been aching dreamily about Sara, and without warning she
was plunged into warm glow of vibrant physical desire
brought about merely by the sound of Dawn's husky,
suggestive voice.  Thoughts of Dawn's marvelous naked body
suddenly intruded into her reveries, Dawn's deeply black,
glossy, smooth skin, such a wild sexual turn-on for Laura,
Dawn's wiry hair, her glinting black eyes, her taunting half-
smile, her delicious long coal-black pussy with it's wet
shiny magenta insides.
     
     On top of that, she had probably felt, in recent
months, more strongly for Dawn than for anyone but Sara, for
whom she now felt these dizzying transports of love.  It was
a difficult conflict.  She wanted Dawn desperately, and
loving Sara didn't make her want Dawn any less.  She knew
Sara would never know.  They had purposely avoided cloying
attachments, clinging to each other, calling all the time,
making demands, almost as if, Laura thought, they both
sensed the danger of getting too close too soon.
     
     And yet, in the back of her mind she could not ignore
the feelings of dishonesty she felt, as if seeing Dawn,
fucking with Dawn-and probably so roughly, so fiercely and
heatedly, as they usually did-were not only a deception of
Sara, but also a rank and perfidious betrayal.  Maybe it
wasn't, but she felt like it would be, and that was enough
to make Laura stew in the turmoil of her own divided
loyalties.
     
     "Laura?" Dawn prompted.  "Are you still there?"
     
     "Uh . . . oh, yes.  I . . . don't have any plans," she
whispered into the receiver, feeling the pulse flutter in
her throat.
     
     "Are you sure?"  Dawn sounded skeptical, made
suspicious by Laura's hesitation.
     
     Laura shook it off quickly, fearing that by her
confusion she might miss out on an evening with Dawn, the
thought of which was already making her moisten and tingle.
     
     "I'm sure," she said, brightly, sitting up, pressing
her thighs together just to feel the lovely warmth that had
suddenly blossomed between them.
     
     "Want to drop by after work?  I have a little surprise
for you," Dawn said, a trace of coyness now entering her
voice.
     
     "Mmmm," Laura flirted, over the phone.  "What could
that be?"
     
     "You'll have to wait and see."
     
     "Will Robert be there?" Laura asked, pointedly.
     
     There was a brief pause, which Laura believed Dawn
allowed to happen deliberately, as if to emphasize the
question, and her response.
     
     "What do you think?" she finally breathed into the
phone.  "See you in twenty minutes, okay?"
     
     Laura was always excited while driving to a hot little
tryst, especially with the ravishing Dawn, but this time her
feelings of anticipation were leavened by a very troubling
sensation of guilt mixed with throbbing love: for Sara, and
equally strong emotional and physical longings for Dawn.  I
am a very confused little puppy, she thought.  I want them
both.  I want them totally.  I don't want either of them to
know I want the other one, or how much.  What am I to do?
     
     She was inundated by this welter of thoughts and
feelings up to the moment Dawn opened the door.  Then,
mysteriously, they dissolved in a second, flowing away in
the bright, mischievous explosion of Dawn's smile.  Laura
had not seen her for over two weeks, and all her old
feelings, and hunger, for the girl suddenly obliterated
everything else from her mind.  She did not forget about
Sara, but consciously stowed those feelings in a safe place
away from all this, where they would be preserved and
protected, but not allowed to interfere.
     
     Dawn, who could often look like she had just crawled
out of a box of discarded rags, was today dressed in a
fresh, crisp light blue shirt and the same tight white
pants, Laura guessed, that she had been wearing the first
time Laura had seen her months ago.  Those pants made it
impossible to ignore her splendid, round ass, which she knew
quite well and clearly enjoyed as she pivoted to let Laura
see it, closing the door behind them as she drew Laura into
the apartment.
     
     "I've got to kiss you," Laura said, not letting her
hand go.
     
     Dawn's broad, teeth-gleaming smile, modulated into her
characteristic sly smirk, the bemused, sexy half-smile that
so captivated Laura.  She came closer, lowering her eyelids.
She was so enchantingly, bewitchingly black, so deeply
black, that Laura, feeling an impulse she was quite familiar
with, wanted to kiss and lick and swallow her and consume
her completely on the spot.  She felt a fierce lust for
Dawn, a burning need for her, that almost surprised her by
its force.
     
     "I guess I can give you one.  You want to come in here
and sit down?"
     
     "No.  Right here."
     
     To Laura's great delight, Dawn seemed to melt before
her eyes, coming into Laura's outstretched arms with a
pliant willingness, her eyes now smoking, and pressing her
mouth to Laura's eagerly.  Everything else but the feel of
the girl's wonderful hard, young, shapely body left Laura's
mind and her entire being.  I really am a tramp and a slut,
she realized, but I can't help it.  I adore this sweet girl,
I want her so bad.  I can feel my nerves jumping and firing
off everywhere in desire for her.
     
     Dawn's mouth was open as soon as her lips met Laura's,
and their tongues quickly engaged in a friendly battle to
see which would conquer the other and bring the other girl
to her knees in happy surrender.  Laura was about ready to
give in and drag Dawn down onto the floor.  God, I have to
fuck her!  I have to fuck her now!  I have to get my mouth
into that juicy hot lovely black gash of hers, now, now!
     
     But even through the pounding of hot blood behind her
eardrums she could hear the faint, steady noise of the
shower in the back of the apartment and to the left, where
she knew the bathroom was.  It was a small apartment, and
she knew the noise could not be coming from anywhere else.
Momentarily alarmed, she pulled her hungry lips back an inch
from Dawn's, opening her eyes, causing Dawn to open hers.
     
     "I thought you said Robert wasn't here," Laura panted.
     
     "He isn't."  Dawn's eyes flickered with mischief.
     
     "Who's taking a shower?"
     
     The mischievous half-smile again passed over Dawn's
face.  "That's my surprise," she grinned.  "Want to come and
see?"
     
     Laura looked at her in momentary disbelief.  What could
be going on here?  Then, as Dawn drew her silently toward
the rear of the apartment, Laura noticed an expensive
suitcase sitting in the short hallway just outside the
bathroom.  Immediately her stomach began to churn with
anticipation and excitement.  She did not even dare to
decide whether it might be Shayla or Tamara.
     
     She and Dawn paused before the half-shut door, from
which steam was floating.
     
     "Tell me who," Laura whispered to her.
     
     "Why don't we surprise her?" Dawn grinned, black eyes
glinting with happy mischief, lighted by unmistakably sexual
fires.
     
     Laura nodded as they both began unbuttoning and
unzipping.  "You're still not going to tell me who it is?"
     
     Dawn's eyes twinkled.  "Wait and see."
     
     Unfortunately, Laura could not take her eyes off Dawn's
body, which was quickly becoming completely visible as she
dropped the blue shirt to the floor and slid the zipper of
her tight white pants down.  The tiny hallway was dim, and
it made the already very black Dawn look even blacker.
Laura, half out of her own clothes too by now, even though
they were expensive `corporate wear' things that she
hesitated to drop on the floor but did anyway, could hardly
keep her hands from straying to Dawn's gleaming flesh.
     
     Dawn, giggling softly, brushed Laura's hands aside.
"Laura," she said in a hushed but schoolmarmy voice, "you
can have everything you want.  Just take off your clothes.
Now, do it.  We don't want her to be turning it off before
we get in there, do we?"
     
     Laura shook her head.  Quickly, they both slipped out
of their underwear, and Dawn pulled the bathroom door open
further.  More wisps of steam poured out, and the loud noise
of the rushing water swelled up.
     
     Laura could not resist letting a hand fall to cup one
of Dawn's incredible hard round buttocks as she slipped
through the door.  Dawn looked back over her shoulder at
Laura and swatted it away.  Laura, grinning, followed her
into the small bathroom, dense with steam, reaching one hand
under Dawn's arm and around her body, cupping one of Dawn's
luscious naked breasts playfully.
     
     "Now . . . will you cut that out!" Dawn hissed back at
her.
     
     "Oh . . ." came a high-pitched, echoing voice from the
shower stall.  "Dawn . . . is that you?"
     
     "Only me," Dawn said, matter-of-factly, winking back at
Laura.
     
     She carefully pulled open the door of the shower stall,
then quickly slipped inside before the occupant could raise
an alarm.  She grabbed Laura's hand and pulled her in too.
     
     "Oh!" Tamara gasped, swiveling her head and seeing both
of them behind her, half-shielding their eyes from the
shower spray.
     
     Dawn was beaming.  "Look who I brought," she said.
     
     At first Tamara's eyes were almost terror-stricken, but
then she turned her gaze to Laura, then back to Dawn, and a
small smile began to curve her lips.  To Laura she looked
absolutely ravishing with a white towel wrapped turban-style
around her head to protect her hair, her smooth light brown
body slick and shiny with water, her large dark-purplish
nipples taut and wrinkled from the wetness.
     
     "Laura!"
     
     Laura smiled.  "Hi, honey."
     
     Momentarily befuddled and confused, Tamara looked down
at both of their naked bodies, now wet too.  Laura loved to
fuck in the shower, but she had never done it with three at
once, and the shower stall was very small.  They were
tightly crowded into it, unable to avoid touching, their wet
flesh brushing each time they moved, or even breathed.
     
     "You don't mind us joining you . . . do you?" Dawn
asked, coyly.
     
     But as far as Laura could tell, it wouldn't matter if
Tamara did.  There was really no way she could escape.
Laura's hands and Dawn's were all over Tamara's naked, wet
body,  and Laura's mouth was fast approaching her mouth,
then curving into it and unleashing a scorching kiss.  At
first Tamara would not open her mouth, but Laura's and
Dawn's hands on her body seemed to warm her up fast, and she
soon parted her lips to allow Laura's tongue inside.
     
     "Oh . . . you guys!" she half-whimpered, though it was
hard to hear her over the loud crash of the shower water
striking their bodies and spraying off onto the surrounding
tile and glass walls.
     
     The three of them quickly became one mass of hot, wet,
writhing flesh.  Laura, completely oblivious to the fate of
her hair, sucked Tamara's sensual lips hungrily, stabbing
her tongue deep into Tamara's mouth, cupping and squeezing
the girl's lovely firm breasts with her hands, then sucking
and swallowing the water off her smooth brown neck.  She
realized that as soon as she dropped her lips to Tamara's
shiny wet neck, Dawn had begun devouring her mouth.  Her
hands were fighting with Dawn's for Tamara's smooth, wet
flesh.
     
     Tamara could only yield to them, her wet body trembling
and squirming under their searching, vigorous caresses.
Laura knew that Dawn had probably fantasized about this
moment for a long time since she had once confessed to
having seen Tamara in the shower and experienced a twinge of
lust for the girl's delicious, nearly perfect body.  Plus,
they were friends, old friends, and the influx of new,
sexual emotion into their long-term relationship had to
carry an extra erotic freight.
     
     Laura wondered, in fact, why Dawn had even invited her
over at all.  Why didn't she just slip in here and surprise
the enchanting creature all by herself?  Maybe she needed me
for support, to make it okay, or to share the blame.  Or
maybe she just wanted to share.
     
     Tamara was whimpering and moaning, and they were
certainly sharing her.  The warm water from the shower
poured down on all three.  Laura's hair was soaked through,
plastered to her head, and she could see glimmering jewels
of water in the stiffish brush of Dawn's black hair.
Tamara's towel turban was beginning to slip, to come
unraveled.
     
     "Mmmmm . . . ohhnnnn!" she gasped as Dawn's mouth
dropped to her breasts.
     
     But she didn't have a chance to say anything else as
Laura's mouth replaced Dawn's on Tamara's, scorching it with
hot kisses, her hand now dropping below, dipping between
Tamara's thighs, feeling the wet matted hair of her crotch.
She knew that both she and Dawn were overwhelmed by Tamara's
beauty.  The girl was beautifully formed, slender but
shapely, her body flawless and pure in its clean lines and
supple curves.
     
     Dawn was sucking her nipples, and Laura took the
opportunity, after having ravished Tamara's mouth again
hungrily with her own, to drop to her knees and press her
face between the girl's clenching wet thighs.
     
     "Oh god!" Tamara gasped, now able to get a garbled cry
out of her mouth again, leaning back into one tile wall.
"Ungghhiiee!"
     
     Laura glanced up to see Dawn's teeth playfully tugging
one plump, swollen, purplish wet nipple.  She saw Dawn
release it and give Tamara a kittenish smile.
     
     "What's the matter, baby . . . ?  You don't like that?"
she asked in a sultry voice, barely audible above the crash
of the shower water, looking into Tamara's eyes while
twirling the stiff, pointing nipple between her thumb and
forefinger.
     
     Tamara's eyes rolled upward briefly.  Then she looked
hotly into Dawn's.  "I love it."
     
     In the next instant Tamara's swollen, shiny nipple and
some of the springy surrounding wet flesh of her breast
disappeared again into Dawn's mouth.  She moaned and
quivered, her knees shaking, and Laura wrapped her arms
around both of Tamara's legs to help her keep standing,
fearing she was about to dissolve into shivers of excited
sexual pleasure.
     
     Laura's was in ninth heaven herself, crouched between
the two of them, her mouth only inches from each delectable
cunt, her hands running all over their firm, water-slick
thighs.  The rainbow of colors Dawn herself had described to
Laura was completely there, though drenched in the shower
rain: Laura with her pale, creamy skin, looking paler in the
company of both Tamara, whose rich tawny caf‚-au-lait skin
glowed with the bright sheen of a second skin of water, and
Dawn with her gorgeous deeply black skin glossy and wet and
shining as Laura licked the streaming water droplets from
her thigh.
     
     She desperately wanted to lick both of their pussies at
once, no matter how impossible it was.  Her nose was only
inches from the water-beaded black patch above Dawn's
succulent quim, and she could see the winking, glistening
red shininess below it, beckoning her tongue.   But when she
turned her face only slightly, her lips were just as close
to Tamara's.  The wet petals of her sweet pussy were swollen
and puckered.  Tamara's pussy, as Laura now recalled,
protruded from her groin a little more than most, becoming
an enchanting and beautifully sculptured little love chute,
all primed and festering for Laura's kiss.
     
     Unable to resist either of them, Laura ran one hand up
between Dawn's sleek wet thighs, pressing two fingers into
the gooey warm groove of her open cunt, and at the same
instant pressed her mouth into Tamara's oozing love chute,
running her tongue up inside.
     
     "Ohhh!"
     
     "Unhhhh!  Ahnnnn!"
     
     She heard them both gasp, almost in unison, and felt
their wet bodies shudder a little as they felt her presence
below.  From here on things accelerated madly.  Laura hardly
knew what was going on above her, though she could
occasionally glimpse Dawn ravishing Tamara's beautiful wet
breasts and nipples with her lips and fingers, and then saw
them kissing savagely.  But she could feel the sagging in
Tamara's knees, indicating that she was being quickly
overwhelmed by swelling waves of lust and need, and Dawn's
thighs pressed more tightly against Laura's hand as she
churned her hips in a swirling fuck-motion.
     
     Just having her mouth again on Tamara's sweet pussy
after all this time was intoxicating to Laura.  She tongued
and sucked it hungrily, slurping and stabbing it, pressing
the flat of her tongue against Tamara's little clit and
waggling her head, stimulating it so much that she could
hear little desperate whimpers escape from Tamara's throat
in response to each separate motion of her head back and
forth.
     
     But as much as she wanted to keep doing it until Tamara
was ripped apart by a ferocious orgasm, she suddenly
realized that Dawn should be doing this, not her.  She
wanted her, Laura realized.  She is eating her alive up
there.  She invited me over here to help her, to support
her, or for whatever reason, but she dreamed of doing this,
and here I am supplanting her, taking it all for myself,
tasting this marvelous girl, thrilling in the tangy flavor
of her sweet young pussy, when Dawn should be the one doing
it.
     
     Struggling to her feet in the splashing, noisy shower,
still unable to keep herself from thirstily licking water
droplets off both Tamara's and Dawn's naked wet bodies,
Laura pushed Dawn away from Tamara's face, and her breasts,
and coaxed her downward, pushing Dawn's wet shoulders
lightly with her hands, letting her eyes speak to Dawn.  Get
down there, girl, and lick her pussy.  She's going to come.
Get down there and make her come.
     
     Dawn, though she was almost glassy-eyed with hot
lechery, gave Laura her usual half-smile, half-smirk,
understanding Laura's meaning, slowly sinking to her knees
while Laura quickly caught Tamara's slack mouth again with
her own, driving her tongue between the girl's open teeth.
     
     "Unngghh!   Oh . . . Laura!" Tamara gasped, her eyelids
fluttering.
     
     "Yes, honey . . . god, how I've missed you!" Laura
panted, squeezing Tamara's springy wet breasts, sucking her
neck, flicking her earlobe with her tongue.  "I want you so
badly."
     
     "Aujngghh!" Tamara suddenly groaned, throwing her head
back as Dawn made her presence known, now sliding her own
tongue up into Tamara's flowing pussy.  "Oh!  I'm going to
fall!"
     
     "No, honey . . . oh no, you're not, I've got you,"
Laura reassured her, pressing Tamara's body back against the
tile of the shower stall, looping her own arms under
Tamara's to support her, then dropping her own hungry mouth
to the girl's sparkling wet dark purple nipples.
     
     "Oh god, yes, Laura!  Unnhhhh!"
     
     At the same time that she was panting to Laura,
throwing her head back and pushing her wet breasts up into
Laura's face, she was also beginning to churn her hips and
push her cunt into Dawn's devouring mouth, moaning and
whimpering.  She was completely at their mercy now,
surrendering to them totally, and this very surrender made
Laura even more aware of the noise in the small bathroom,
the water pouring over them, drenching them, the steam
swirling, their bodies wet and slick and rubbing
passionately together.  It can't be far away, she thought,
scooping up one of Tamara's breasts in her hand and sucking
the girl's wonderful stiff purplish nipple deep into her
mouth.  I can feel her trembling.  I can feel the quaking
deep inside her.  God, I wish it would never stop, though!
     
     "Oh!  Oh!" Tamara cried, slumping one second, so that
Laura had to struggle to keep her upright, then stiffening,
pressing her back against the tile for leverage, pumping her
pussy forward into Dawn's assault, grunting and snuffling a
little in the effort.  "Oh god!"
     
     Knowing Tamara was going to come, Laura pressed her
whole body against Tamara's, pushing her into the wall of
the shower stall, mashing her own wet breasts against
Tamara's and holding her tight, certain that a wild
explosion was about to occur.  And she was not disappointed.
     
     Just a brief glance down showed her that Dawn had
wrapped both of her glistening black arms around Tamara's
hips and was nearly swallowing the girl's pussy, digging her
fingers sharply into Tamara's light brown ass, and just
devouring her cunt in a mad fit of lust.  This is excited
Laura more than ever, though her thrills were trivial
compared to what it did to Tamara.
     
     Watching her face, Laura suddenly saw her wince.  Then
an expression like a beautiful agony of excruciating
pleasure passed across her lovely features.
     
     "Aunghghh!" she half-gagged, throwing her head back,
which Laura caught with one hand so that she wouldn't bang
it against the tile.  "Unngghhh!"
     
     Laura could already feel the violent undulations
beginning in Tamara's body, and she could see the fierce
jolts of pleasure wracking her face.
     
     "Ummnggiiiee!" Tamara suddenly whinnied directly into
Laura's ear, and her body sagged, then clenched again, and a
shattering orgasm hit her.  "Anngghiieeeee!  Oh!  Oh . . .
oh god . . . anngghiiieeee!" she wailed, her cries echoing
off the bathroom walls.
     
     Arms flailing helplessly, legs twitching, Tamara's
whole body went into convulsions as she came, with Laura
desperately pinning her to the wall as the water continued
to pour down on all three of them.  Again Laura glanced down
to see that Dawn was not letting up.  God, she's a monster,
Laura grinned, watching Dawn slurp and suck Tamara's pretty
little love chute even though the most powerful jolts of her
orgasm had already occurred.
     
     Dawn sucked and mauled Tamara's pussy passionately,
finally slacking off only as she too could feel the heavy
weight of the girl's body trying to slump to the floor,
which only Laura's embrace prevented.
     
     "You might want to give her a chance to recover," Laura
smiled down at her, somehow swelling with pride at the
thought that she had helped the two of them achieve this.
     
     "Sorry," Dawn grinned up at her, with mock shame.
     
     She gave Tamara's pussy one last kiss, a tender,
lingering kiss, letting her long pink tongue slide up into
the channel one last time, then struggled to her feet, Laura
helping her up with one hand.  Laura knew the feeling of
that long tongue slithering up into her own pussy, and she
was not shocked to see Tamara almost swooning again as she
turned her face back to the girl.
     
     "Ohhhh!" Tamara sighed, still overpowered by the force
of her climax.
     
     "Maybe you could turn the water off now," Dawn said to
Laura, wholly deadpan, raising one eyebrow, as if any dope
would  have done it before this.  "Little wet in here."
     
     "A little crowded too," Laura smiled, turning off both
faucets.
     
     In fact, as they both held up Tamara now, kissing her
face, licking the water from her shoulders, still grasping
her wet breasts and caressing her as she came down from her
orgasm, they both realized that the three of them in this
shower stall was a very tight squeeze.  Finally, Tamara's
breathing returned to normal and her legs grew steadier,
steady enough for them to release her.
     
     She looked completely stunned and overwhelmed by what
had happened.  "Dawn . . . I never knew you . . ." she
gasped, flustered, her beautiful light brown complexion
suffused with rosy hues, either a residual flush from the
orgasm she had just had, or a faint bloom of happy
embarrassment.

     Dawn gave her the bemused half-smile.  "If I had known
how good that was going to be, I would have done it years
ago," she said, brushing the strands of wet hair out of
Tamara's big, saucer-like eyes.
     
     Tamara's eyelids fluttered.  She was actually flirting
with Dawn, Laura noticed.
     
     "Actually . . . it's getting a little cold now . . .
without the water," Tamara pointed out demurely, almost
blushing again.  These two, Laura and Dawn, had, of course,
just fucked her into sweet oblivion.  "Could we get out?"
     
     "Mmmm, only if we can have more," Laura teased, again
tenderly sucking her neck and twisting one thick round
nipple between her thumb and forefinger.
     
     Dawn broke into joyous laughter and opened the shower
stall door, popping out, grabbing towels for them.  "I'm
afraid you girls are going to have to carry this on over at
Laura's place.  I have a class at seven and a meeting first
with the professor at six-thirty.  And Robert'll be home
from work at 8.  He's got a new schedule."
     
     Laura, as she followed Tamara out of the shower,
letting her eyes feast in a more leisurely way on the girl's
almost perfect body, could not ignore a voice inside her
saying: Yes!  Yes!  But Tamara's face fell.  She reached up
with one hand to stroke Dawn's jutting breasts, so
magnificent and shiny, Dawn's large black nipples swollen
and gleaming.  But her eyes never left Dawn's.
     
     "Ohhh," she said, disappointed.  Then her lips curled
upward in another flirtatious grin.  "Sure you can't cut?"
     
     Laura, hypnotized by lust, toweled off both of their
luscious, desirable bodies at once, letting them work it
out.
     
     "You didn't get to come," Tamara said, her voice rising
in a kind of uncontrollable wail.  "Only me.  You both must
be burning up."
     
     Dawn raised both eyebrows this time, shrugging
slightly.  "Can't have everything," she grinned.  "Tell you
what, I'll meet you at Laura's by nine."
     
     Laura winked at them both, sucking the water off Dawn's
sleek black shoulder.  "We may have killed each other with
fucking by then."
     
     Tamara, who had never been used to such straight talk,
almost died of embarrassment and titillation, mixed in equal
measure.
     
     Dawn, who knew the power of her naked body over Laura,
and probably now over Tamara too, drew back slightly from
them both and struck a pose.  Her jutting breasts were
breathtaking, her long, sleek, black midriff hard and
glossy, her thighs strong and shapely, her mouth again
curved in her characteristic half-smile.  She ran both hands
down her body in a slow, sensual motion, smirking sexily,
and slid her fingers into her crotch, parting her thighs at
the same time, watching their eyes as she pulled her pussy
lips apart so that they could both see the shining raw
magenta flesh inside.
     
     "You think you both might wake up from the dead long
enough to get a taste of that?" she purred.
     
     Tamara giggled nervously.  Laura licked her lips.  She
wanted to drag Dawn into the bedroom and fuck her senseless.
She didn't know if Tamara felt the same way, but it was true
that neither she nor Dawn had come yet, and the sexual
tension in their bodies was extreme.  How can she go off
like this? Laura wondered.  To school?  I need her.  We need
her.  I love her.
     
     "If you're not there by nine," she said, "we're going
to come looking for you."
     
     While they all reluctantly dressed, Laura scribbled out
directions to her new condo on the back of a business card
and handed it to Dawn.
     
     Again Dawn smirked sexily.  "Don't wear each other out.
Save some for me."
     
     Laura kissed her, in front of Tamara, a wet, sensual,
lengthy kiss.  "We promise," she murmured, looking to the
side to enlist Tamara's assent.
     
     "You keep kissing me like that, I'm going to miss my
appointment," Dawn whispered.
     
     "That's what I was hoping."
     
     But Dawn, as Laura knew, was very committed to her
school success.  She refused to take the bait.  These days
she was driving Robert's brother's car and did not need to
be dropped off, and so minutes later Laura found herself
alone in her own car with Tamara, driving to her new place.
She could hardly contain her sexual arousal.  Tamara smiled
happily, looking out the car windows, almost twinkling in
the aftermath being thrillingly fucked in the shower by
Laura and Dawn.  But Laura was oozing and squirming, having
trouble keeping her grip on the wheel.
     
     "So . . . how was Italy?" she finally asked, staring
straight ahead.
     
     It did not come out at all as she had contemplated.
Instead, she sounded waspish and mean, resentful, bitter,
all those things wrapped together.  You little twit and
coward, running off like that with the idiot linebacker,
just when we were beginning to hit it off big!  You just
couldn't take it that I fucked you better than he did, could
you.  This was what her words sounded like to Laura.
     
     Tamara, however, smiled pleasantly, not noticing a
thing, sensing none of the roiling emotions Laura was
feeling.  "You wouldn't believe it," she said, earnestly.
"They pinch you everywhere.   I was black and blue.  I
wished I were as black as Dawn so the bruises wouldn't
show."
     
     "Didn't the linebacker protect you from those Italian
wolves?" Laura grinned sarcastically.
     
     "Stewart?  Oh, he was playing football most of the
time.  He told me just to not go out on the streets.  But I
couldn't stay in all the time."
     
     "I'll bet the Italian men went ga ga over you."  And
some of the women, too, Laura thought.
     
     "It was embarrassing," Tamara acknowledged.
     
     Laura could not think of anything else to say.  She
disdained to talk more about the detestable Stewart.  Tamara
was wearing one of her flowery summer dresses that had
always looked so ravishing on her, clinging seductively to
her impressive curves.  It's a wonder those European Romeos
didn't drag her down on the Appian Way and rape her from
Rome to Constantinople and back, Laura thought.  Even though
she felt excruciatingly horny, she couldn't keep her eyes
from wandering over to Tamara's bare knees, where the dress
fell away, making her feel even hornier.
     
     "So . . . where is he?  How come you're here by
yourself?"
     
     Tamara looked down at the same bare knees Laura had
been contemplating.  "We split up," she said quietly.
     
     "You catch him porking some cute cheerleader?" Laura
asked, trying to control the cutting edge in her voice.
     
     Tamara shook her head.  "He might have been.  They
don't really have cheerleaders over there, but the Italian
girls all look like Sophia Loren.  I don't know if he did.
If you want to know the truth, I kept thinking about you."
     
     She turned her face to Laura, a very beautiful face, a
movie star quality face to go with that delicious, nearly
perfect body.  Laura almost lost control of her grip on the
wheel.
     
     The turmoil of Laura's feelings was intense.  Tamara
had run off to Italy with Stewart precisely because she had
thought she was falling in love with Laura, a development
too distressing for her to contemplate.  On the other hand,
spending only a few minutes naked in the shower with Dawn
while they were driving Tamara up the wall together had
nearly pierced Laura with impossible cravings for Dawn's
delicious, wet black body, and she had been overwhelmed with
the genuine love she always felt for Dawn.  And yet, she had
fallen hard for Sara in the past weeks.  This was a jumble
of feelings indeed, and the hot, insistent throbbing of lust
she felt for Tamara would not go away either.
     
     Laura smiled warmly over at her.  "I'm glad you thought
of me."
     
     "Boy . . . you and Dawn really surprised me," Tamara
said, her dark eyes glistening.  "You . . . just, wow, blew
my mind.  You know, until then I never did it with any other
girl but you, Laura.  God, I didn't know Dawn was that way.
She's so . . . gorgeous."
     
     "Are you sorry?"
     
     Laura pulled her car into her new small garage and
touched the button on the garage door opener so that the
door came down behind them.  The light that went on
automatically was very dim, but she could see Tamara shake
her head and smile.
     
     "God, it was terrific," she said in a hushed, awed
voice.
     
     Laura took her inside.  She could barely keep her hands
off the girl.  Even though Tamara was a sweet and simple
airhead with a killer body, she had delicate, sensitive
feelings, and you couldn't just drag her to the floor, like
Dawn or Yvette, for instance, and smother her with hungry
fucking.  You had to move gently forward.  Accordingly,
Laura took her into the living room first instead of pulling
her down the hall immediately to the bedroom.
     
     "Oh look, you have a fireplace!" Tamara exclaimed.
"Could we have a fire?  I love fires.  I never did it by the
fire, either.  That would be so fun."
     
     She turned those deep baby browns on Laura, and Laura
nearly melted on the spot.  "I . . . haven't bought any wood
yet.  Except for a couple of those easy logs that burn a
long time."  She pointed to a couple of them on the floor
near the fireplace.
     
     "Oh pleeeease!" Tamara begged.
     
     She's like an excited kid, Laura realized.  God, honey,
I'm going to eat you alive.  You want a fire, a fire it will
be.
     
     This was the first woman Laura had had in her new condo
since her night with Sara, and she tried hard not to think
about it.  You couldn't say I'm cheating on her, after all.
We never made any promises.  I've known Tamara for a long
time.  God, she's beautiful.
     
     "Let  me change, and I'll make a fire," she smiled.
     
     "Oh, I can do it," Tamara said, kneeling by the grate.
"These things are easy.  Just a match is all, and then it's
going."
     
     Laura went into her bedroom to change.  Unlike Tamara,
she had done it in front of a fire a few times and thought
it was one of those things, like silk sheets or raw oysters,
that were a little overrated.  It could get too warm, and
there was always a chance of getting painful rug burns on
your knees and elbows.  With this in mind, she stopped by
the linen closet on her way back to the living room and took
down a sheet that they could spread out on the floor.
     
     Tamara had got the artificial log going and was
standing before the fireplace in her underwear, floral
panties and matching bra.  Her physical beauty was never
more piercing.  The girl was perfectly formed.  Some women,
Dawn and Sara among them, had noticeable flaws here and
there (don't we all, Laura reflected with an inner sigh),
which to Laura made them somehow more endearing.  But Tamara
was simply a paragon of form, her proportions exquisite and
peerless; there was no fighting it, Laura realized.  How
must it feel to be so perfect?
     
     Laura had merely pulled on a thin robe, and was naked
underneath it.  She went over to the fireplace and spread
the sheet out on the floor.
     
     They sat down together in front of the still weakly-
burning fire.  Both of them still had damp hair from the
shower episode, and it hung limply around their faces.
Laura smiled and ran her fingers through a few damp strands
of Tamara's long brown hair, which was a little coarser than
her own but still pretty soft.
     
     "Alone at last," she whispered, feeling her eyelids
grow heavy with sensuality.
     
     Tamara nodded.  "I thought about doing this a lot when
I was in Italy," she confessed.  "I mean, being like this
with you.  When you and Dawn surprised me like that . . ."
     
     She was momentarily speechless, remembering how they
had swarmed all over her in the shower.  Laura caressed her
cheek, looking deep into the marvelous large brown saucers
of her eyes.
     
     " . . . it was so exciting . . . shocking," she
continued.  "But what I had really been wondering about was
how I was going to get in touch with you.  I know when I
left . . ."  She looked down, unable to meet Laura's gaze.
". . . it was a little . . . shall we say, abrupt?   I felt
so guilty.  I . . . really couldn't face you.  I was so
confused."
     
     Laura slid her fingers under Tamara's chin and pulled
her face back up until their eyes met again.  "Are you
confused now?"
     
     "Heck no," Tamara smiled, eyes sparkling.
     
     "I love your underwear," Laura murmured, leaning
forward and kissing Tamara's smooth brown shoulder just an
inch to the side of her bra strap.
     
     It was such an enchanting moment.  The fire had
strengthened now, and the firelight flickered over their
half-naked bodies.  Laura's robe had fallen away from her
body, and the shadows licking Tamara's beautiful light brown
skin made her especially alluring.  Even though they had
been naked together-and Dawn too-in the shower only about
half an hour ago, it was as if they were undressing and
getting ready to fuck for the very first time.
     
     Laura kissed Tamara's smooth skin underneath her collar
bone.  Tamara breathed deeply, audibly.
     
     "I love the smell of your hair when it's damp like
this," she murmured, smoothing Laura's heavy hair with her
fingers.
     
     Laura's robe was completely open by now, and Tamara's
hand continued on down her neck to her breasts, cupping them
gingerly, as if she had forgotten how to do it.  Meanwhile,
Laura's lips had reached Tamara's throat.  She kissed it
tenderly, now letting her own fingers crawl up to the
fastener between Tamara's bra cups.
     
     It was extraordinary how you could do this over and
over again without getting tired of it.  I was sucking her
nipples and licking her pussy less than an hour ago, and now
it feels so magical, so new, so fresh, so exciting, just to
be undoing her underwear.  She got the bra unfastened and
filled her hands with Tamara's lovely warm breasts, but only
temporarily.
     
     Tamara asserted herself.  She shook her head solemnly
at Laura, shrugging her loose bra straps off her arms but
letting go of Laura's naked breasts only momentarily.
     
     "I got all the fun in the shower, remember?" she
whispered, cocking her head, her eyes hot and pulsing and
very serious.  "Your turn."  She smiled.  "Or should I say,
my turn?"
     
     Gently but firmly, she pushed Laura down onto the sheet
on her back.  Laura was in heaven.  She had no choice but to
surrender completely, and the feel of Tamara's hands and
lips on her body made her quiver and moan.
     
     "Oh god, honey, I'm so horny I'm going to pop if you
just touch me," she panted, looking up as the long, damp
strands of Tamara's hair brushed her skin while Tamara's
sensual mouth began to caress her aching nipples.
     
     Tamara, holding one of Laura's small breasts in each
hand, grinned up at her.  "Are you telling me I better
hurry?" she asked.
     
     Laura shook her head.  "Don't hurry," she gasped.  "I
want it to go on and on."
     
     Tamara seemed to want it to go on, too.  She did not
pounce on Laura's breasts in a feverish haste, pawing and
slurping them in a voracious frenzy.  Presumably she had had
no girl-girl experiences since Laura, but she seemed to have
grown immeasurably in the meantime.  She was very slow and
patient, even teasing Laura by licking the skin around her
nipples but not touching them, until Laura was clawing the
sheet, and helplessly squirming her hips.
     
     "Oh!  Oh!" Laura gasped, doing everything to keep
herself from grabbing her  sweetly pulsing breasts in her
own hands and squeezing her nipples hard.
     
     "Oooohhh, you really are pretty excited," Tamara
purred.  "Now you know how I felt all those months while I
was thinking of you."
     
     "I don't . . ." Laura panted, "think you . . . could've
felt this . . . way . . . or you would've . . . exploded.
Oh shit!  Please . . . Tamara . . . please!"
     
     Tamara gave her a devilish grin.  "Now I can make you
beg," she teased.  "I waited all this time to make you beg."
     
     "Please," Laura said again, enjoying the buildup and
the banter just as much as Tamara was.
     
     Now Tamara began to give Laura's swollen nipples big,
flamboyant licks with her tongue, which drove Laura up the
wall.  She actually heard herself whinnying softly as
Tamara's silky wet tongue slid roughly over one sensitive
nipple, then the other one.
     
     "Oh . . . suck them, honey!" she begged.  "Suck them .
. . hard!"
     
     "Mmmm, like this?"
     
     "Oh!  Oh god, yes!"
     
     Oh god, I'm closer than even I thought I was! Laura
realized.  She felt her body suddenly stream with hot fire
as Tamara took one of her nipples into her mouth and began
sucking it hungrily.    Her muscles clenched without
warning, and her ass even leaped off the floor temporarily,
a fierce, unexpected, spastic jerk upwards.
     
     Tamara, alarmed, quickly released Laura's throbbing wet
nipple from her mouth.  "Laura . . . you can't come yet,"
she whined.  "I haven't got to have all my fun yet."
     
     Laura's eyes rolled up.  She tried to giggle but
couldn't, feeling her body stiffening to the breaking point
with delicious sexual tension, her throat tight and
clenched, ready to scream.  She did manage a wan smile at
Tamara.
     
     "Better . . . hurry . . . honey," she gasped, almost
fainting from pleasure.  "Hurry."
     
     "Oh shit," Tamara whined again.  "I want it to last!"
     
     "We've got all night . . . honey," Laura gasped again,
this time placing one hand on Tamara's head and pushing it
down her body.  "Hurry."
     
     "Mmm, you're so pretty," Tamara murmured, kissing
Laura's midriff, her smooth belly, caressing Laura's inner
thighs with her fingertips.  "I forgot how pretty your body
is.  So smooth and white."
     
     Laura held her breath, fearing she would come even
before she felt Tamara's lips against her pussy.  Just this
little buildup had driven her to the edge, and she was
whimpering audibly and twisting, almost in heaven, wanting
it to last too, as much as Tamara did, but knowing that a
sharp explosion was inevitable.
     
     "Yes . . . yesssss," she sighed, feeling Tamara's warm
breath against her most sensitive, vulnerable, exposed
flesh, feeling the tip of Tamara's tongue graze her swollen
cunt lips.  Then, "Ungghh!  Oh god!
Auungghhrriieennmmgghhiieee!" she cried out, coming with
incredible speed, her body wrenched and crushed by a quick,
surging orgasm.
     
     She really had not known whether it was true or not
when she had told Tamara that she might come without
warning, though she was so overwrought from the shower and
now this that she could not be surprised by it.  But this
climax seemed to happen only an instant after the touch of
Tamara's tongue to Laura's pussy, sending her into sharp
convulsions and bringing tight, hysterical whimpering from
deep in her chest as she flexed and stretched on the sheet
in front of the fire, moaning and gasping through several
long and intense spasms.
     
     Fortunately, Tamara was still not willing to be cheated
out of this moment, and she pressed her whole mouth against
Laura's pussy only a micro-second after Laura erupted in hot
coming.  Laura churned and bucked so violently at first that
it was hard for Tamara to hold on, but she was determined,
and she slid her tongue up into Laura's spasming channel,
mashing her sensual lips against Laura's pulsing cunt, and
tongued Laura so passionately that Laura was convinced her
orgasm lasted longer than it would have ordinarily,
prolonged by two or three more intense shocks caused by
Tamara's hungry mouth.
     
     "Ohhhhh!  Ohhnnnnn!" she sighed as the spasms began to
wane, her eyelids fluttering open, her pussy still throbbing
as Tamara refused to remove her mouth from it.
     
     Laura reached down with one shaking hand and smoothed
the damp hair on Tamara's head with her fingers.  Tamara
finally drew back, smiling up at Laura, her lips still shiny
with Laura's pussy nectars.
     
     "I thought you were going to leave me out," she pouted,
eyes shining with happiness.  "But I wouldn't let you."
     
     Laura shook her head slightly, smiling back.  "No . . .
you  wouldn't."  She propped herself up on her elbows.
"Come here, you delicious creature, and kiss me."
     
     Tamara slid up until they were face to face.  She
grabbed one edge of the sheet and pulled it over to wipe off
her mouth hastily.  But Laura had Tamara's head in both
hands and was kissing her ravenously, sheet and all, before
Tamara could finish.  She pulled her down on the floor with
her, driving her tongue past Tamara's parted teeth, dropping
her hands to the girl's smooth, delectable body.
     
     Tamara emitted a small, involuntary moan, a sound that
seemed to start as a giggle of surprise but changed quickly
into a hot, erotic whimper.  Even Laura was surprised at the
heat of her own passion after the momentarily debilitating
shock of her recent climax.  But she had been deprived of
Tamara for nearly a year, and now that she had her to
herself, she could feel an overwhelming flood of desire for
the beautiful girl and her lovely, supple body.
     
     Now she became aware more than ever of the flickering
orange firelight that bathed the room, and especially the
rumpled white sheet spread on the floor underneath them, and
the way it highlighted the skin of their naked bodies as
they rolled and twisted together, panting and clutching each
other hungrily.  Laura dropped one hand immediately to
Tamara's crotch, meanwhile sucking her ear, then her neck,
feverishly, feeling with her fingers the oily warm fluids
that bathed Tamara's charming little love chute, knowing
that she was again aroused and eager to be ravished by
Laura.
     
     "Ohhhh . . . now I have you all to myself," Laura
panted, thrilled by the resilience of Tamara's sleek young
flesh under her fingertips.
     
     "Ahnnn!" Tamara moaned, grabbing Laura's head too and
seizing Laura's mouth with her own, drilling her tongue past
Laura's open lips.
     
     "I want you . . . I want you . . ." Laura panted to
her, now slipping two fingers up into Tamara's dripping,
oozing pussy.
     
     "Yes!  Oh yes . . . Laura, ungghhh!  Yes!"
     
     "Do you want me to fuck you?" Laura teased, whispering
in her ear, frenching it with her tongue, feeling Tamara's
flesh leap with a sharp spasm of pleasure, hearing a soft,
helpless squeal escape from her throat.  "Do you want me to
fuck you?  Do you want to feel my tongue up inside your
sweet little pussy?"
     
     Tamara was shivering and mewling.  Until tonight Laura
had only been with her like this twice, before she had run
off to Italy.  On neither occasion did she recall Tamara
having been so fiercely aroused.
     
     Even though Laura had mouth-mauled Tamara's perfect
young breasts in the shower, while Dawn was trying to inhale
the girl's pussy below, she could not keep her hands or her
mouth off them now.  They were not too small, not too large,
just perfectly proportioned young, springy round globes with
the most astonishing puffy dark purplish nipples you ever
saw.  It was almost a crime to suck them because that would
make them disappear into your mouth and you couldn't gaze on
their perfection while they were there.
     
     But Laura did not let that stop her.  She tongued and
sucked Tamara's soft, puffy nipples sensually, slowly,
relentlessly, moving from one to the other, then back again,
until they were both wet and shiny and wrinkled and stiff
with excitement.  Tamara's purplish nipples grew even darker
as Laura sucked them, drawing blood into the stiffened,
sensitive buds, and Tamara's whimpering grew increasingly
desperate.
     
     "Unghh!  Unghh!  Oh Laura . . . god , you do it so
hard!  Ungghh!  Oh!"
     
     Laura eased up for a few moments.  She held Tamara's
breasts in her hands, lightly pinching Tamara's stiff
nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, admiring the
slick coating of warm saliva she had left all over them,
smiling up at the girl, whose large brown eyes reflected her
increasingly sharp sexual frenzy.
     
     "Did I do it too hard?  I don't want to hurt you."
     
     Tamara shook her head from side to side rapidly.  "God,
I love it."
     
     Grinning, Laura half-embraced her and suddenly rolled
them both over so that she, Laura, was on her own back with
Tamara now on top, her lovely breasts and saliva-wet nipples
now dangling in Laura's face.  The darting, leaping shadows
and shimmering orange light of the fire now splashed their
naked, squirming bodies in fresh, novel ways.  Tamara's
brown hair, now less damp than before, swung down into
Laura's face, temporarily veiling Tamara's breasts, and she
swept it away with one hand in order to get her mouth on one
of the girl's wet, rubbery nipples again, her head craning
up off the sheet.
     
     "Unhh!" Tamara groaned as her nipple once again
disappeared into Laura's mouth.
     
     She threw her head back and pushed her breast down into
Laura's face, humming and grunting deep in her chest,
rubbing the rest of her body almost insanely against
Laura's.  When Laura again switched her mouth to Tamara's
other nipple after a few moments, she heard the girl
groaning softly and mumbling almost crazily.
     
     "I want you to fuck me . . . Laura . . . please.   I
want you to fuck me . . . now.  I can't wait . . . I can't
wait . . . I want you to-"
     
     Laura, her mouth still full of pulsing wet chewy
nipple, grinned and let it slip out.  In a quick, fluid
motion, she slid down, kissing Tamara's taut, heaving
midriff on the way.  Since Tamara was half-straddling her
already, it was not difficult for Laura to slide between her
tawny thighs, and in a second she was staring straight up
into the succulent, glistening, dark-purple gash of Tamara's
slightly protruding, fully blossomed pussy.
     
     The thick, pungent, musky odor was in itself almost
enough to make Laura's head swim, and her own pussy flared
up and jangled happily again, immediately.  Momentarily she
was reminded of Shavon, since they often fucked this way, in
this position.  Shavon loved rubbing her pussy in Laura's
face and had extravagant, spectacular orgasms that way.  But
Shavon, though not as black as Dawn or Charise, was fairly
dark, her thighs sleek ebony shafts of firm flesh, whereas
Tamara was pale by comparison, smooth velvet coffee-with-
cream, and her pussy lips were not black but, like her
nipples, a deep dark mauve or purplish color.  They were
also shiny with juice, and swollen, puckered.
     
     Oh god, what a beautiful pussy, Laura thought.  Honey,
I've missed this beautiful pussy so much.  I didn't even
realize how much until now.  Let me suck in the smell of it.
     
     She inhaled deeply, at the same time slipping both
hands around Tamara's firm round buns.  Tamara had an ass
nearly the equal of Jane's or Chanitra's, and Laura dug her
fingers into the incredibly round globes, pulling Tamara's
pussy down into her mouth.
     
     "Ungh!  Oh . . . shit!" Tamara gasped.
     
     Her pussy was warm and fragrant and greasy to Laura's
lips, squirmy and tart, very wet, and Laura slid her tongue
up as far as it would go, wriggling it wildly.  This
thrilled Tamara so much that she erupted in shivers and
squeals, then clenched her thighs, rubbing her pussy up and
down against Laura's mouth.
     
     "Nnnggmmiieee!" she squealed.  "Oh!  Oh!"
     
     From this point on together they became a turbulent,
groaning, twisting, moaning whirlwind.  Tamara, like Shavon,
found that she could really get into this position deeply.
She was on her hands and knees and could get good leverage
that way, so she pushed and crunched her flooding pussy down
into Laura's mouth, grinding down with her pelvis, and
whinnying helplessly as the sensations caused by Laura's
busy tongue and lips got the better of her.
     
     Laura's hands were all over the girl's body, squeezing
her ass, grasping her sinuous, flexing back, grabbing her
smooth hard thighs.  She got one finger between Tamara's
perfectly round buns and pressed her fingertip against the
girl's tightly-shut anus, not really planning to go any
further, but just to give her the added sensation, and
perhaps the hint of a threat.  It worked, and Tamara
shuddered with fresh excitement, groaning and tossing her
head.
     
     "Ohhnngggg!  Ungghhh!  Oh . . . oh Laura . . . oh shit
unnghhhmmnnggiieee!" she squealed, her body shaking and
trembling.
     
     But she did not come.  Not yet.  She was quivering and
moaning, crouched over Laura, subsiding from her first eager
gyrations into a smoother rhythm, rubbing her long wet pussy
up and down across Laura's eager mouth, groaning and
grunting softly as Laura's lips sucked her cunt lips, and
Laura's tongue stabbed her exposed clit.  Her cunt became so
wet that Laura could feel the warm juices trickling down her
chin and her cheeks.
     
     She's like me, she doesn't want to come yet, Laura
realized.  She's loving this too much and doesn't want it to
stop.  Laura too, following Tamara's lead, settled into the
slower, more sensual rhythm, now licking the girl's oily,
tangy pussy lips instead of mauling them, now tickling
Tamara's clit instead of stabbing it, cooing to her and
caressing her lovely ass with her fingers.
     
     "Oh Laura!" Tamara gasped in a quavering, semi-
desperate voice.
     
     "Yes . . . honey," Laura cooed.  "Just take your time.
I don't want it to stop."
     
     "Oh!  I don't either!  God, it feels so good.  Unhhhhh!
Oh yes!  Do that again . . . just like that!  Yes!
Unnggghhh!"
     
     For the first time, Laura had slipped a finger up into
the tight, greasy channel of Tamara's pussy, and taken the
girl's clit into her mouth at the same time.  Tamara groaned
in pleasure.  Her body began to churn and pump again, almost
uncontrollably.
     
     "Oh . . . fuck me . . . oh fuck me . . ." she chanted
to Laura, over and over, now grinding her sopping wet pussy
down again into Laura's face.
     
     Unbelievably, Tamara became so sexually overwrought
that she could not successfully remain on her hands and
knees but began to collapse back to the floor.  Laura,
realizing what was happening, rolled her over easily again
onto her back.  Tamara seemed to be almost swooning, but her
eyelids fluttered open long enough for Laura to catch her
eye before dropping her mouth again to the gaping slick
purple trench and again sliding her finger up into it.
     
     "Unh!  Oh . . . Laura . . . I think I . . ." Tamara
whimpered, her lovely young light brown body undulating,
wildly sexy in the flickering soft firelight.
     
     Now Laura, knowing Tamara was only seconds away from an
explosion, really worked to make it special.  Again she
pressed her fingertip to Tamara's tiny, wrinkled anus, since
just the touch of it earlier had seemed to ignite a fresh
fire of excitement.  She also slid a second finger up into
Tamara's flooding cunt, and lashed the girl's tiny exposed
clit with her tongue, fucking her, lashing her, while
Tamara's hips squirmed and bucked crazily.
     
     "Oh!  Oh!"
     
     "Yes, honey, yes," Laura purred.
     
     "Oh!  Oh!"
     
     Sometimes you could feel the snap in the other person's
agitated body, the exact moment when the egg cracked and the
glory began to explode outwards.  Laura felt a deep inner
twitch in Tamara's writhing body and glanced up to see
Tamara's lovely face grimacing in a fierce seizure of
pleasure so intense it almost looked like pain.  Oh yes,
honey!
     
     "Auuoowwnnggggg!" Tamara suddenly howled.  A torment of
fierce ecstasy ripped its way up out of her throat, and,
wincing visibly, she hammered her elbows into the rumpled
sheet, her hips jerking and rising into the air.
"Auungghhh!  Ohnnnngggg!  Aunngghiiieee!"
     
     Finally the full power of her shockingly deep orgasm
erupted into the room, a high keening wail that filled
Laura's whole being with happiness as she felt the waves and
ripples of Tamara's orgasm almost flow from Tamara's
clenching, shuddering body into her own flesh, her tongue
still miraculously embedded in Tamara's pussy as the spasms
began to come farther apart, and Tamara's groaning began to
taper off into soft whimpers.  God, I don't know how I held
on during that, Laura wondered, unwilling to remove her
tongue, even though it had accomplished it's task.
     
     After a while Tamara's arms, which she had been
hammering into the carpet moments earlier, flopped weakly to
the floor now at her sides.  Her lovely young breasts
jiggled, her soft puffy nipples again gleaming and smooth.
She sighed and lifted her head briefly, eyes reddened, mouth
somehow slack and sensual and begging for a savage kiss,
even now that she had been wrenched by a fierce climax.
     
     The look in her eyes, Laura recalled, was the same one
Laura had seen there on the day before Tamara had suddenly
fled with her (now) ex-boyfriend the linebacker to Europe,
over a year ago.  Those deep baby browns were pulsing with
the same love for Laura, the same slavish devotion and awe.
     
     "God, Laura, how can you do that to me every time?" she
said in a hushed tone.  "I mean, it was exciting with you
guys in the shower, and all.  I mean, Dawn is so . . . wow,
gorgeous, and I never expected it, especially from her.  But
this . . ."  She turned her head, looking at Laura
momentarily as if Laura were something odd and beautiful
from outer space.  "This . . . is just . . . I can't explain
it.  I haven't had sex like this since the last time we . .
. were together."  She smiled so fetchingly at this point
that Laura's heart nearly burst with happiness for them
both.  "Together alone, I mean, you know?"
     
     Laura nodded, taking her hand and pulling her up to a
sitting position.  "I guess I'll have to take your word for
it, right?"
     
     They kissed, a sweet, lingering, slow kiss, and Laura
again filled one hand with a marvelous springy young breast,
rubbing her thumb across Tamara's puffy dark nipple.  She
almost wanted to drag her down onto the sheet and fuck her
again, since she speculated that Tamara was probably still
plateauing and would come quickly a second time.  But
something made her hold back.  She realized that Dawn would
still be dropping by, and they had to save something for
her.  She briefly wondered if Tamara had forgotten that
there was more in store for them all.
     
     Instead of fucking again, they ordered out a pizza.
Laura slipped again into her thin robe and got one out of
her closet for Tamara, the skimpy half-length terrycloth
thing that Deshona had worn on the morning after sleeping
off her drunk alone in Laura's bed.  It was impossibly,
maddeningly fetching on Tamara too.  I hope I can keep my
hands off her until Dawn gets here, Laura thought.
     
     Miraculously, the pizza and Dawn arrived nearly at the
same time, only minutes apart.  Since it was still only
eight-thirty, they could not restrain themselves and dove
into the pizza immediately, only to be interrupted by the
doorbell.
     
     "I can see you guys started without me," Dawn grinned
with mock disappointment, as she looked them up and down,
taking in the robes and the pizza slices they each held.
     
     "We nearly finished each other off without you," Laura
teased her, letting her in.  "We worked up an appetite.  And
you're early."
     
     "She let us out early tonight.  I nearly got a ticket
on my way here, I was driving so fast."
     
     Dawn's black eyes twinkled with anticipation and a hint
of the deep sexual fires Laura knew burned there.  On the
other hand, Tamara was not used to the blatantly sexual
badinage Laura and Dawn indulged in regularly, and she
remained quiet, almost demure, smiling at them both,
uncertain what strange and exciting delights lay ahead.
     
     "Come on, you can have some pizza," Laura said, drawing
her toward the kitchen.
     
     But Dawn's eyes caught the rumpled, twisted sheet on
the floor in front of the fireplace as they passed it.  She
raised one eyebrow.
     
     "Looks like two she-cats had a terrific fight there."
     
     Laura leaned close to her, putting one hand on Dawn's
shoulder, brushing her lips in a very sensual, suggestive
way against Dawn's impossibly smooth black cheek.  "It was
terrific, all right," she whispered.  "Wasn't necessarily a
fight, though."
     
     There was a wonderfully exciting pause during which
Laura could hear all three of them breathing.  Glancing at
Tamara, she could see her wide baby brown eyes swimming with
sexual arousal.
     
     "I think I could wait on the pizza," Dawn whispered
back, turning her head so that her full, sensual lips caught
Laura's, which were already so close.
     
     They kissed for nearly a full minute without otherwise
touching, conscious throughout that Tamara was watching
them.  At first Laura was well aware that they were putting
on a display for Tamara, letting their tongues coil together
outside their lips, in the open, teasing and tongue-
stroking, then pressing their lips together but still
lightly, letting Tamara drink in the full picture of this
soul-searing kiss.  Finally, however, they could not keep
their hands off one another.
     
     Laura's hands dropped immediately to Dawn's swelling
ass, so tightly encased in her white pants.  It was not a
firm, compact, high-cheeked bottom like Tamara's but, like
the rest of Dawn, a thick, round, meaty feast of flesh, and
moreover one that Laura had slavishly licked, loved, and
fucked on many occasions.  She was not only in love with
Dawn but deeply in love with Dawn's beautiful ass too, and
Dawn knew it.  She grinned, still kissing Laura, as Laura's
fingers dug into the hard spongy flesh.
     
     "I'd like to feel those fingers against my skin instead
of my pants," she breathed into Laura's open mouth.
     
     Laura turned her head and winked suggestively at
Tamara, who was standing about a foot from them, looking
wildly desirable in the little shorty bathrobe Laura had
loaned her.
     
     "Why don't you unzip Dawn's pants and take them off
since I'm busy kissing her?" she said softly.
     
     Though still a little shy, Tamara's eyes glowed as she
moved closer to them, until her face was inches away.  "Why
don't you do it while I take over here?" she murmured, her
eyes on Dawn's luscious mouth.
     
     Laura was thrilled to see the welcoming smile spread
across Dawn's face as she turned her mouth to Tamara.  She
realized that for both of them their relationship had now
changed, laced by a new hot danger and risk of sex that had
not been there before.  They had every reason to be a little
tentative, to feel one another out, and it was refreshing to
see them kiss for the first time with sweet, slow passion,
while she herself slowly sank to her knees and found Dawn's
zipper with her fingers.
     
     And this, of course, was a job she would never refuse.
She inched the zipper down, watching Dawn's delicious deeply
black skin come into view, then pulled down the pants when
the zipper was loose enough.  She was surprised to find that
Dawn, who usually wore simple, unpretentious white cotton
panties, now wore sexy nylon ones with an upper fringe of
scalloped lace.  Being a complete underwear junky, Laura
felt a hot little pulse begin to beat crazily deep inside
her pussy.  She kissed the taut black skin just above the
scalloped lace, pulling Dawn's pants down farther, until
they reached her ankles.
     
     Still hypnotically involved in kissing Tamara, Dawn
lifted each foot almost like an automaton as Laura pulled
the pants completely off.  Now Laura slid her hands back up
Dawn's bare legs to her hips again, finding the bottom
button of her shirt and beginning to unfasten each
successive one as she moved higher, until her fingers
reached Dawn's bra.  She was kissing every inch of exposed
silky black flesh as she went, and by now she could detect
the sweet fuck-odors wafting her way from Dawn's excited
pussy as she and Tamara began to kiss more passionately
above Laura.
     
     Tamara's fingers were fiddling with the upper buttons
of Dawn's shirt and met Laura's at her bra.  She looked
down, her brown eyes shiny and pulsing, and smiled at Laura.
     
     "Dawn, I think you better come over here with us and
let us get serious," Laura smiled, rising to her feet and
tugging Dawn toward the fireplace.
     
     Dawn was pretty groggy with sensuality now herself, and
this time her half-smile was intrigued and smoky.  "I never
been fucked in front of a fire before," she murmured, her
voice hoarse and soft and murky.  "You guys gon' fuck me in
front of the fire?"
     
     Tamara and Laura pulled her down onto the sheet.  Laura
spread away some of the wrinkles with one hand to make it
smoother.
     
     "We're going to make you the chocolate filling of the
cookie," Tamara whispered, now unfastening the last button,
pulling the blue shirt off Dawn's shoulders, exposing even
more of her delicious, very black body.
     
     Laura, after discovering the scalloped lace panties,
had wondered if Dawn's bra would also be a fresh, sexy
surprise, but she found that it was the usual white
utilitarian bra Dawn always wore, though she had always
loved the stark contrast of the bright white cloth against
the girl's sleek coal-black ebony skin.  Tamara too seemed
to love the contrast.  She lay her pale caf‚-au-lait fingers
against the swelling top of one of Dawn's full breasts,
still encased in the bra cup, and smiled.
     
     "Look at how dark she is," she said to Laura, her voice
filled with wonder.  "Put your hand next to mine, Laura.
You're even whiter.  Look at our skins together.  God, it's
so beautiful."
     
     "I've got a better idea," Laura murmured, also
enchanted by the sight of Tamara's graceful hand resting on
Dawn's sleek black chest.
     
     Since she herself was sitting behind Dawn, it was easy
for her to reach the bra clasp, and she had it undone in a
second.  Tamara eagerly helped her skim the thin straps off
Dawn's gleaming shoulders, and the bra fell to the sheet.
Now Dawn's entire body except for the part still concealed
by her panties was bathed in the warm, flickering firelight.
To Laura she had never looked more appetizing, and from the
hunger she could see in Tamara's wide brown eyes, she knew
Tamara felt the same way.
     
     "God, Dawn, you have such a beautiful body," she
breathed in awe.
     
     Laura slipped her arms under Dawn's, encircling her
body from behind, and took both large naked breasts in her
hands, squeezing them as Tamara watched.  Dawn's large soft
shiny black nipples swelled and bulged through her pale
fingers.  Laura kissed Dawn's shoulders, wishing she had
slipped out of her own robe before doing this so that she
could feel her own naked breasts pushing into this long,
smooth, gorgeous back, twisting Dawn's nipples in her
fingers until she felt them growing rubbery and thickly
pulpy.
     
     "I think you have a beautiful body," Dawn said softly
to Tamara.  "I . . . think I always wanted your body."
     
     "Really?"
     
     Dawn nodded, looking down at Laura's fingers massaging
her excited nipples.  "Only I didn't know it until I got
with Laura.  Then I sort of . . . realized it."
     
     Tamara looked down briefly, as if she were going to say
something amazing and embarrassing, then looked up again
boldly.  "I want your body," she said in a hushed voice.
     
     Mmmm, this is coming along very nicely, Laura smiled to
herself.  She withdrew her arms and quickly slid out of her
robe, now pressing her naked breasts against Dawn's back as
she had wanted to do moments earlier.  This time instead of
slipping her hands back underneath Dawn's arms, she moved to
the side and pulled Dawn down on her back, glancing at
Tamara at the same time as if to say, What's up with you,
girl?  Why aren't you out of that robe too and down here
with us?
     
     As if to tempt her and also to goad her into action,
Laura ostentatiously pressed her own breasts into Dawn's and
began to kiss Dawn's smooth black neck hungrily.  Already
very aroused, Dawn squirmed and giggled sexily, running her
finger through Laura's long hair.
     
     Laura nuzzled her ear, then her cheek, suddenly seeing
Dawn's eyes widen as she looked up over Laura's shoulder at
Tamara.  Laura turned her head and saw Tamara slipping out
of the shorty robe, dropping it to the floor, completely
naked now.  God, she does have a beautiful body, Laura
realized.  And so does this delicious Dawn.  Two absolutely
beautiful bodies, right here on the floor in front of the
fire with me.  God, I don't know if I can bear it.

     Dawn, smiling in a very alluring way that Laura had
seen often, extended a hand up to Tamara.  "You comin'?
Come on, Tamara, come on, girl . . ."
     
     Tamara kneeled down next to them.  Almost as if they
were both thinking the same thing, Dawn and Laura came apart
and enfolded her into their bodies at the same time, pulling
her down with them.  They began kissing her, and she began
kissing back.
     
     "I've . . . never done this," she murmured against
Laura's lips, then against Dawn's, repeating herself
nervously.  "I've never done this."
     
     "Of course you have," Dawn giggled softly again.  "You
did it with us in the shower about two hours ago."
     
     Tamara laughed self-consciously.  "God, that's right, I
did."  She smiled bashfully at them both.  "You guys raped
me."
     
     Laura didn't know which one to touch or kiss or fondle,
they were both so desirable to her.  Dawn's black eyes
twinkled.
     
     "And now you guys gon' rape me."
     
     "Mmmm," Laura said, swarming all over her, "I am, at
least."
     
     Tamara was now kissing Dawn's neck, her chest, her
shoulders, her mouth slowly descending, while her hands
squeezed the delicious spongy balls of Dawn's breasts.  "Me
too," she panted.  "Oh Dawn, your boobs are so beautiful.
And big.  I wish mine were this big."
     
     Laura had one delicious breast in both hands and was
running the tip of her tongue all over Dawn's large, soft
black nipple, feeling the little bumps rise up on the wide
areola, then sliding the flat of her tongue over the thick
rubbery center stub.  Dawn's eyelids fluttered, and she
moaned softly, looking from Laura to Tamara.  You too, her
eyes told Tamara, an unmistakable message Laura knew Tamara
could not miss.
     
     And Tamara did not miss it.  Following Laura's example,
she took Dawn's other naked breast in both of her hands and
approached it with her lips as if it were a treasure of
infinite value.  Unable to hold back any longer herself,
Laura sucked Dawn's shiny black saliva-wet nipple into her
mouth, drawing it in deep and feeling Dawn's body shudder
faintly in response.  From the corner of her eye she could
see Tamara coiling her tongue around Dawn's other nipple,
then sucking it into her mouth too.
     
     "Ohhhh yesssss!" Dawn gasped, her eyes rolling up.
     
     Her fingers feathered Laura's hair, and Tamara's too,
while they sucked her, each of them passionately devouring
Dawn's large nipples for nearly a minute, their fingers
stroking and kneading her firm breasts at the same time.
Dawn arched her back and whimpered.
     
     "Oh!  Unnhhhh . . . oh yes," she panted.  "Do it . . .
harder!"
     
     Tamara released Dawn's nipple from her mouth long
enough to look over at Laura.  "I want to lick her pussy,"
she murmured, her eyes flashing with a frantic hot lust that
aroused Laura wildly.
     
     "You know where it is, darling," Laura smiled back.
"Here, I'll take over for you there."
     
     While Tamara slipped lower, Laura took Dawn's other
breast in her hand too and now let her mouth roam back and
forth between Dawn's stiffening, wet nipples, sucking them
harder and harder, as she knew Dawn wanted, hearing the tiny
familiar moans of desperation beginning to swell in Dawn's
throat.
     
     "Oh . . . shit!" Dawn grunted helplessly, almost
inaudibly, her words obscured by feverish panting as Tamara
now pressed her mouth against Dawn's hot, flowing trench.
     
     "Don't come yet," Laura murmured to her, moving up to
kiss her slack mouth and her velvety smooth black cheek.
"Don't come.  We both want to fuck you."
     
     Dawn could barely speak.  She was churning, churning in
a slow, deliberate fuck rhythm as Tamara explored her
inflamed pussy with her tongue.
     
     "Make me the in-between . . . you know," Dawn pleaded,
almost desperately, incoherently, her eyes imploring Laura,
throbbing with hot sexual fires.  "Between you . . . you
know . . . you do me from behind . . . ohhhnnnn!"
     
     "You want me to fuck you in the ass?"
     
     "Yes!" Dawn nodded.
     
     Tamara glanced up for a moment, as if this were too
amazingly kinky for her.
     
     "Hold on, honey, I'll be right back," Laura said to
Dawn, taking Tamara in with her glance too.
     
     Since they were in her living room in front of the
fire, all her toys and aids were far away in the bedroom,
and Laura dashed there in a flash for them, returning
moments later with the strap-on dildo-not the Double
Penetrator, which she and Dawn often used together, but the
long one with the convex ridges-and the bottle of baby oil
she kept in the bedstand drawer.
     
     When she returned to the living room, the scene before
her was almost too sublime to believe.   The firelight
bathed both of their naked bodies in a soft orange glow that
constantly changed as the shadows flickered, and they were
coiling together, kissing now, though Tamara still had her
hand on Dawn's glistening red pussy, slowly swirling Dawn's
clit under three fingers.  Laura was torn between wanting to
fuck them and wanting to watch them.
     
     But the first impulse soon got the better of her.  She
knelt beside them and slipped into the harness of the strap-
on, which they only noticed when they stopped kissing.
Tamara's eyes widened.  She watched Laura snap open the lid
of the baby oil bottle and begin slathering the shiny liquid
all over the ridged pole.
     
     "God, I can't believe you're going to put that into her
booty," she said, in awe.
     
     Dawn too stared at Laura, as if mesmerized, watching
the same thing.  Then she reached down to her crotch and
pulled up Tamara's hand, still greasy with her pussy
nectars.  She held it between her and Laura, then reached
over, now that Laura had put down the baby oil bottle, and
drew Laura's hand over too, until both hands were next to
each other.
     
     Tamara had no idea what Dawn was up to, but Laura
spotted it immediately.  Tamara's hand, like Laura's, was
fairly small.  Almost dainty, in fact.  While Laura and
Tamara watched, Dawn released Laura's hand and used her own
fingers to bend Tamara's down against her palm to make a
loose fist.  Puzzled, Tamara turned her large baby brown
eyes over to Laura.
     
     She's never imagined anything remotely like this, Laura
realized.  Laura was a little worried.  It was not news to
her that Dawn liked her sex a little rough, as Laura did
herself now and then.  The two of them, especially when
using the Double Penetrator, had nearly brought down the
roof on several occasions.  Moreover, it was not like the
rough sex she had often indulged in with Karen over the
years.  There was no whipping, clamping, or tight ropes,
just straightforward, healthy, wildly exciting hair-pulling
and double penetration and incandescent, thrilling orgasms.
     
     Laura realized that Dawn was not going to moderate her
preferences just because Tamara was there.  In fact, she was
probably insisting on it because Tamara's participation
would make it unbelievably more exciting than it already was
with Laura.  And Laura agreed.  Tamara brought relative
innocence, as well as stunning beauty, into the mix, and
there was no way Laura could ignore the incendiary
prospects.
     
     Now Dawn was feverishly stroking Tamara's hand, then
glancing back over her shoulder at Laura, wildly aroused,
wanting it to begin, wondering why Laura was waiting.  "Do
it," she croaked, her eyelids heavy with sensuality and
lust.  "Do it."
     
     Laura nodded.  They had done this before, but only
together, never with a third participant, and so the usual
position would not work.  Instead, Dawn settled onto her
side and lifted her upper leg slightly.  As she did this,
Laura saw her eyes catch Tamara's and burn with a fierce
sexual hunger, letting Tamara know that something was
expected of her too.
     
     But that would have to wait.  Tamara would have to join
in when she felt she could, or be coaxed further.  But right
now both Dawn and Laura knew what was necessary.  The
fingers of Laura's left hand were still oily from
lubricating the dildo, and she pried open Dawn's round, warm
buns with them, sliding her forefinger immediately up into
Dawn's tight anus.
     
     "Ungghh!" Dawn grunted softly, her black eyes going
momentarily glassy.
     
     Laura fucked the tight little hole slowly, rotating her
finger to widen and loosen it, then slipped her middle
finger in too.  Again Dawn gulped.  Her eyes watered, and
she gnawed her full lower lip briefly.
     
     "Unhhh!"
     
     "Does that feel good?" Laura cooed softly to her, still
opening the passage, but also kissing Dawn's upper back, her
shoulders, sticking her tongue in Dawn's ear.  "Do you love
it?"
     
     "Oh god . . . yes!" Dawn groaned, now swirling her ass
back into Laura's hand.  "Give me the real one."
     
     Laura glanced up at Tamara, who was still only about a
foot away from them, her face stricken by fascination and
shock.  She had raised her hand, the same one Dawn had made
into a loose fist for her, to her mouth and was almost
chewing it as she watched Laura withdraw her wet, glistening
fingers and guide the head of the long, ridged dildo between
Dawn's beautiful, round, very black ass cheeks.
     
     Laura had loosened the taut little orifice enough so
that the entry was fairly easy, but the full penetration was
a little more difficult.  Dawn clenched her teeth and
emitted a low, tortured moan as Laura, holding the shaft
steady with the fingers of one hand, slowly pushed it up
into her ass, leaning into it from behind with her own
pelvis.
     
     "Auunngghhhhh!" Dawn groaned, her eyes watering again,
her facial expression both piteous and sublimely enraptured
as she again looked back over her shoulder Laura.
     
     Laura only paused when she felt her wrist brush against
one hard globe of Dawn's beautiful ass, knowing that now all
but about two inches of the long stalk was embedded in
Dawn's quivering body.  Now she could afford to release it
and grasp Dawn's upper leg with her hand, helping her to
keep her thighs open, her pussy now puffy and shiny and ruby
red and very wet and fully blossomed above the thick shaft
that was sunk deep in her ass.
     
     And Tamara, Laura noticed, could not take her eyes off
it.  Laura knew why.  Dawn had a beautiful, scrumptious,
juicy black pussy, and right now it was all oily and wet and
hot red on the inside between the curving, shiny-wet black
pussy lips, and puckered, and oozing, a perfectly delicious
feast.  Tamara's tongue even ran over her lips as Laura
watched her.
     
     "I want to lick it," she confessed as she saw Laura
staring at her.
     
     Laura smiled.  "I think she would be happy if you did."
     
     With a shy, kittenish grin, Tamara slid down so that
she could get her mouth on Dawn's gaping pussy.  The warm
firelight played over her lovely, supple body, the shadows
licking her smooth curves, her puffy dark purplish nipples
glowing and bobbing as her breasts shimmied and swayed.
Again Laura was struck by the different hues of their skins,
the way her pale hands and fingers contrasted with Dawn's
sleek velvety black skin, the way Tamara's light coffee-
colored skin seemed to highlight the darkness of Dawn's and
the paleness of Laura's.   Now their naked bodies were
blended and coiling together, the rhythms of their fucking
accelerating very slowly, their breath coming faster,
harder, their muscles clenching more often, and their
fingers digging more urgently into each other's young flesh.
     
     "Ahhnnnn!" Dawn suddenly gasped, her body straining and
quivering as she felt Tamara's mouth on her pussy for the
first time.  "Ohhhhhh!"
     
     Laura could hear in her sigh the fulfillment of a long-
standing desire, as if Dawn had dreamed of this moment
often, the instant when the tongue of a girl she had long
wanted finally touched her most intimate treasure.  Laura
looked down to see Tamara holding open Dawn's wet black cunt
lips with her fingers and slowly licking the glistening,
fiery furrow from top to bottom.  Laura had stopped the
gentle thrusting she had been doing, fascinated to see
Tamara's mouth exploring Dawn's beautiful pussy, but
Tamara's tongue excited Dawn so much that she began bucking
back into Laura even more aggressively, making the greased
shaft of the dildo slide in and out of her ass without
Laura's aid.
     
     "Mmmm . . . unhhhhh!" Dawn groaned incoherently, her
eyes now pulsing hotly with frantic need.  She glanced back
over her shoulder again briefly at Laura.  "Fuck me, girl .
. . ungghhh!  Yes!  Fuck me harder!  Unghhh!  Fuck my ass .
. .fuck it harder!"
     
     "Yes honey . . .yes honey," Laura murmured to her, now
kissing her wonderful smooth back and caressing it with one
hand while she dropped the other back to the wet rod,
guiding it so it wouldn't slip.
     
     Dawn, gyrating in more of a frenzy now, again looked
down at Tamara patiently, lovingly devouring her wet cunt.
"Tamara . . ." she gasped, barely able to speak now through
her mewling and whimpering.  "Tamara . . . your hand . . .
put your hand . . ."
     
     Tamara looked up curiously at them both.   She was
totally enjoying the new experience of feasting on Dawn's
succulent black pussy and seemed almost annoyed to be
distracted.  Laura smiled at her, since Dawn was too far
gone in writhing, gasping lust to convey the message.
     
     "She wants you to put your hand inside her . . .
pussy," Laura said.
     
     She saw Tamara's big baby brown eyes grow noticeably
wider.  Laura nodded, as if to confirm that Tamara had heard
her correctly.  Tamara looked down quizzically at her hand,
which was still holding open Dawn's wet pussy, the better
for her to completely slurp and savor it.
     
     "Just put your fingers together, like this," Laura
showed her.
     
     "It'll never fit," Tamara said.
     
     Laura nodded.  "It will.  It really will."  She smiled,
trying to encourage Tamara to speed things up a little with
her eyes.  "She loves it."
     
     Tamara turned her face to Dawn's, her eyes questioning.
Immediately Dawn nodded her head, a vigorous, nearly
desperate `yes'.
     
     "Please," she croaked.  "Tamara . . . please . . .
please."
     
     "I can't believe I'm doing this," Tamara said under her
breath as she put her fingers together into a small wedge,
as Laura had demonstrated to her.
     
     She tentatively pressed her fingers into the gaping wet
flaming red crease of Dawn's open cunt.
     
     "Ohhnn!" Dawn gasped in feverish excitement.   She
thrust her hips forward, as if to help Tamara achieve full
penetration by clasping the girl's hand with her pussy.
     
     "Yes . . ." Laura encouraged Tamara.  "Just push . . .
gently . . . gently . . . that's it."
     
     All three of them watched-although Dawn was nearly
delirious by now with sexual need-as Tamara's entire small
hand gradually disappeared up into Dawn's pussy.  When it
was in up to the wrist, Dawn threw her head back, and her
whole delicious black body strained and rippled with fierce
pleasure, making even her large breasts bounce and slide
over her chest.  A sharp moan of unbelievable intensity
poured out of her throat.
     
     "Aooowwnnnnnnggggg!" she groaned, now undulating and
quivering as Laura picked up the pace.  "Oh . . . fuck!"
Dawn cried out, her face contorted by exquisite sexual
agonies.
     
     Laura looked down at Tamara, who was the only one still
paralyzed by this electrifying moment, who looked confused,
not sure of what to do next.
     
     "Now we're going to really fuck her . . . like she
wants it," Laura explained softly to her.  "You can fuck her
too."
     
     "Oh yes . . . oh yes!" Dawn panted, twisting between
them, her voluptuous ebony body coated now with a shiny film
of sweat.
     
     Laura realized, as she had predicted to herself, that
it was indeed getting too hot, that she was sweating too,
her skin exuding a soft glow of perspiration that seemed to
stick her flesh to Dawn's, which wasn't in this case
disagreeable at all.  She noticed that only Tamara was still
free of sweat, perfect as always, her body as fresh and
smooth as it had been from the start.
     
     "We're going to fuck her now," Laura repeated softly,
panting herself, thrusting, pushing the long dildo up into
Dawn's beautiful ass with each thrust.  "Go ahead . . . you
can fuck her too."
     
     "Oh FUCK!" Dawn cried out at that very moment,
uncontrollably, throwing her head back, stretching with
amazing sensuality, as if to emphasize Laura's words.
"Ungghh!"
     
     Tamara began to move her hand, slowly, tentatively.
Dawn looked down at her, her face contorted with fierce
sexual mania.
     
     "Do it deeper!" she gasped.  "Please."
     
     "Oh god, Dawn . . . it scares me," Tamara confessed.
     
     By now Laura's and Dawn's bodies were rocking together
in a constant and surging rhythm of hot fucking, and Laura
had again encircled Dawn's body from behind with her arms,
now clutching Dawn's luscious breasts in both hands,
pinching Dawn's large black nipples as she fucked up into
her asshole with the strap-on dildo.
     
     "She can take it," Laura panted to Tamara.  "Just go
ahead.  Do it . . . she's going to come.  She isn't far
away."
     
     Reluctantly, pursing her lips as if she had never
imagined such perversion, Tamara slowly inched her hand in
further.  Dawn's pussy was now stuffed and splayed by it,
and she reacted accordingly, whimpering, panting
deliriously, squirming and flexing, her shiny black body now
completely galvanized by the energetic fucking she was
getting from Laura and the way Tamara was now cramming her
pussy with her hand.  And Dawn's frantic sexual excitement
easily transferred itself to Tamara, who quickly shed her
reluctance and began to give Dawn everything she had
requested.
     
     At first fascinated by the sight of her hand shoved up
above the wrist into Dawn's wet cunt-as was Laura; she too
couldn't take her eyes off Dawn's glossy black distended
cunt lips clinging to Tamara's light brown arm-Tamara
quickly became just as intrigued by the rest of Dawn's
writhing, undulating body as Dawn grew increasingly frenzied
in her gyrations, keening and mewling and clearly heading
for a dangerous explosion.  Laura still held both of Dawn's
breasts in her hands, encircling Dawn's writhing body from
behind, and Tamara, her hand still embedded in Dawn's pussy,
raised her mouth to them, sucking one of Dawn's large
nipples into it while Laura held the springy globe steady
for her.
     
     "Unhhhh!" Dawn gasped, now pumping even more heatedly
as Tamara began to suck her nipple.  "Oh yes!"
     
     Overcome by a fierce spasm of intense pleasure, Dawn's
body jerked and jackknifed unexpectedly, making her breast
pop out of Tamara's mouth and nearly causing the strap-on
dildo to be ejected from her ass.  Fortunately, Laura
grabbed it in time.  The shock and surprise of it caused
both her and Tamara to giggle half-nervously as they caught
each other's eye.
     
     "Oh god . . . she is really hot," Tamara murmured, half
under her breath, now slowly beginning to fuck Dawn with her
hand, which she had been content to leave motionless up to
now.
     
     "Ohhhnnnn!" Dawn moaned, nearly swooning, again
gyrating her hips, encouraging them both to fuck her a
little more rapidly, even roughly.  "Yes . . . harder!
Unghh!  Harder . . . yes!  Unghhh!"
     
     "I hope she doesn't come yet . . . I want to suck her
boobs some more," Tamara panted, and now Laura could see her
big baby brown eyes glistening and throbbing with sexual
heat too.
     
     "Better hurry," Laura smiled, panting, grunting softly,
pumping Dawn more and more vigorously with the dildo,
swirling her hips forward and plunging the stalk deep into
Dawn's body with each thrust.
     
     "Anngghh!" Dawn groaned, holding Tamara's head with her
feverish hands, pulling Tamara's mouth over to her other
nipple.  "Oh god yes, Tamara!  Do it hard!  Bite it!
Please!  Annghhh!"
     
     "Dawn, I love your boobs," Tamara panted, swirling her
tongue around Dawn's large black nipple.  "They're so big.
I love your nipples."
     
     "Ungghhh!  Oh shit!" Dawn gasped, throwing her head
back.
     
     She seemed caught between the need to collapse between
them, letting them fuck her senseless, or encouraging and
goading them on to ravish her harder, more roughly, more
completely.  One second her body went slack, sagging and
quivering in a deep sexual delirium as Laura held her hips
and planted the dildo deep into her ass with each probing
lunge, and Tamara twisted her hand inside Dawn's clinging,
crammed-tight pussy.  The next second her body was tense and
alive again, churning, writhing, stiffening as intense
spasms gripped her flesh.  At these moments her swirling,
pumping pelvis made the dildo and Tamara's hand slide in and
out of her body as if she were fucking herself on them, and
Tamara and Laura were only along for the ride.
     
     They all knew it could not last.  Laura realized that
the sequence was over when Dawn finally did not ease up from
one of the latter episodes, where she was groaning and
clenching her teeth and driving her ass and pussy down
fiercely into Laura's dildo and Tamara's hand, whinnying now
deep in her chest, her body angular and hard and coiled with
sharp sexual tension that would have to be released.
     
     "Oh!  Ungghhh!  Oh fuck . . . oh yes . . . oh oh!"
     
     This is it, Laura realized.  Even though she was wildly
excited herself, she managed to glance over Dawn's shoulder
at Tamara, to see if she realized it too.  Tamara had her
mouth full of one of Dawn's breasts and was sucking and
devouring it like she would never have another chance.  Her
hand was still twisting inside Dawn's pussy, still wrist-
deep, and Dawn was beginning to caw and grind her cunt down
on it, emitting helpless sounds from her throat that told
Laura she was already in the first stages of coming.
     
     "Auungghhhiiinnngghheeeee!" Dawn suddenly cried out, an
earsplitting cry that seemed to come out of nowhere.
     
     Again her lovely, sweat-glistening black body
jackknifed between them violently, but this time they were
both ready for it and hung on, redoubling their efforts now
that they knew Dawn had begun coming.  Tamara now released
Dawn's breast from her mouth and quickly slid back down to
the girl's pussy, hungrily licking Dawn's clit that
protruded like a swollen berry just above Tamara's wrist,
holding on as Dawn's jumping, gyrating pelvis tried to shake
her off.
     
     And Laura now drew her hands up to Dawn's hair, knowing
Dawn expected it, lacing her fingers in among the soft wiry
filaments and beginning to pull.
     
     "Oh yes, honey . . . oh yes, honey, honey!" she heard
herself murmuring to Dawn as she pressed her lips against
the girl's bare shoulder, feeling the muscles contract each
time a fresh piercing spasm shook Dawn's luscious body.
     
     "Awwwonnnngggg!  Anngghhiiieee!" Dawn squealed, her
flesh trembling in sharp quakes, her whole body stretching
and flexing.
     
     Now Laura pulled a little harder, but nowhere near as
hard as she sometimes did, fearing the power of the orgasms
that might engulf Dawn if things got any more intense than
they already were, and also fearing the effect it might have
on Tamara.  Her gentleness didn't seem to matter, though,
since Dawn's driving, surging body was bent on its own
fulfillment.  After a brief lull, she churned her hips
rapidly again, gasping, keening, jamming her pussy down onto
Tamara's hand, and frantically reaching behind her own head
with her other hand, catching Laura's hand in her hair and
pulling both hair and hand violently herself, so hard that
it yanked her head backward.
     
     "Unngghhhh!  Laura . . . ungghhh!  Please . . . yes!"
     
     Laura took over.  She brushed Dawn's hand away and
grabbed even more of the girl's hair in her hand, yanking it
back roughly.  Dawn, as if shot through by a spear, suddenly
stiffened, then came again in shrieks of wild pleasure.
     
     "Annngghiiieeeee . . . annngghiieeeee!" she wailed, now
falling into hot convulsions, her long body twitching and
quivering helplessly on the floor between them as every last
spurt and flame of a crushing orgasm wrenched her.
     
     After this her cries subsided into tortured moaning,
and her flesh seemed to slump and slacken, as if the amazing
strength needed to get her through this excruciating climax
had drained completely from her body.  She lay between them,
her flesh jerking and quivering as numerous aftershocks ran
through her, while Laura cooed in her ear and Tamara slowly
began to extricate her hand from Dawn's wet cunt.
     
     "I love you, Dawn," Laura cooed and whispered to her,
almost inaudibly, too softly for even Tamara to overhear her
since Dawn was still moaning loudly.  "I love you . . . I
love to make you come like that."
     
     She knew Tamara did not hear her, and wondered even if
Dawn did.  Tamara was very preoccupied with getting her hand
out, and after it was out, with cleaning it off on the edge
of the sheet.  Even though she had clearly been caught up in
the experience-who wouldn't have been? Laura thought-it also
had been a little more than she had bargained for, and she
was still trying to assimilate it.
     
     But still, Laura could not keep her eyes from stroking
Tamara's beautiful light brown body, so perfectly
proportioned, so supple, so smooth.  Fucking Dawn this way
had got Laura's juices flowing hotly again too, and she
thought how delightful it would be to fuck Tamara the same
way.  Dawn and I, giving her the works.  Wow.
     
     But then Tamara turned her sweet, innocent face Laura's
way, smiling with charming acknowledgment to Laura that they
had indeed fucked Dawn to heaven and back, and that she was
so happy to have been a part of it.  And Dawn moaned again
and stirred, opening her eyes, looking totally blasted and
destroyed by what had occurred.
     
     She turned her head to give Laura her half-smile,
though this time it was a little denatured and wan.  "You
can get that long pipe out of my butt any time now," she
cracked to Laura, eyes reddened but shining, her voice
cracking too.
     
     "Oh . . . sorry," Laura gulped.
     
     Slowly, trying not to make Dawn wince, she pulled the
long, greasy stalk out of Dawn's splendid ass.  Again Tamara
watched the process as if she had never seen anything so
incredibly kinky.  Which she probably hadn't, Laura
reflected.
     
     When it was out, Dawn seemed to breathe a sigh of
relief.  She glanced over at the fire, then at the sweat on
her and Laura's bodies, noticing as Laura had that Tamara
was not sweating at all.
     
     "Shit, you two guys are a couple of wild rapists," she
grinned.  "Laura, you and I are sweating like a ram goat.
What happened with her?"  She pointed at Tamara.  "I'd think
fucking my poor little black pussy with your hand would be
enough to make you sweat, Tamara, like the rest of us."
     
     Tamara giggled shyly, not sure how to take this.  Then
she had an inspiration.  "I'd be happy to lick it," she
said, her baby brown eyes suddenly bold, hot with sex.
Laura realized that fucking Dawn this way had heated Tamara
up again too.  "I mean, if you want me to make it up to
you."
     
     This transformed Dawn's half-smile into a broad,
beaming grin.  "Will you listen to that?  I think we got a
convert, Laura."  She winked.  "I don't think that ugly
gorilla of a linebacker is going to get any of this brown
sugar any more.  We're gonna get it all."
     
     Laura smiled and sidled over to Tamara, taking her
hand, pulling her from the edge of the sheet back into the
middle, where Dawn was sprawled in sensual lassitude after
having suffered through the glory of two or three killing
orgasms.
     
     "Come here and get all sweaty with us," she murmured
sexily, lowering her eyelids, letting her hands crawl all
over Tamara's exquisite breasts, brushing the girl's soft
puffy nipples with her fingertips.
     
     "Eeuuwww . . . you guys are wet!" Tamara laughed,
feigning displeasure.
     
     But they had her between them before she could escape,
which, Laura realized, she didn't want to do anyway.  Tamara
giggled for a few seconds as they kissed and caressed her,
but soon she yielded to them, pliant and soft and expectant,
opening to them, sighing, soon moaning in fresh excitement
as Laura and Dawn swarmed all over her supine body.
     
     Soon she was coated in their sweat too, and all three
of them slid together, slippery and hot and completely
consumed by a throbbing, long-lasting sexual hunger that did
not finally abate until nearly midnight, when Laura gently
reminded them that she had to go to work the next day.
Reluctantly, the two girls dressed and left, and Laura stood
at the door, watching them go, slightly envious of the fun
she knew they would be having together in subsequent days,
but also feeling happily satiated and tired.
     
     
     
     
     
     
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