                              

     Chapter 265
     
     
     
     Laura ran into Deshona Reed coming out of the ladies
room at work.  They almost knocked each other down.  Deshona
gasped nervously and stepped back, nearly dropping her
briefcase.
     
     "Laura!"
     
     She looked flummoxed, caught unawares, almost sneaky.
Laura was instantly suspicious.
     
     "Deshona.  What are you doing here?"
     
     Deshona didn't answer and looked guilty.  She also,
Laura noted, looked ravishing, as usual.  She wore a
business suit, but instead of the severe, chalk-striped
charcoal she often sported, this one was pale orange and
showed off her caf‚-au-lait skin to perfection.  A choker of
genuine pearls (Laura knew they had to be real since Deshona
had money and was not inclined to hide it) drew attention to
her exquisite throat.  The coat of the suit obscured the
firm thrust of her substantial breasts, so large for such a
small-boned woman, but Laura knew every inch of the
delicious, incredibly round globes and could not keep her
eyes from falling to them.
     
     She also felt, all in the space of only a few seconds,
an emotional palpitation of real depth.  She and Deshona had
a checkered past, full of heated passion and jealousy and
breach of faith, and they could not ignore the effect they
had on each other.  Laura had loved her, loved her deeply at
one time, though she wondered if her feelings had ever been
as deep as they now were for Sara.  But Deshona had used
her, craving hot sex one moment, then running back to her ex-
husband Charles the next, never able to break entirely free.
     
     On the other hand, Laura recalled, their last meeting
had been a scorcher.  Deshona had dropped by to comfort
Laura after her dental surgery, and they had wound up
fucking one another senseless with Laura's new strap-on
dildo.  You couldn't forget something like that.  Dreamily,
Laura also remembered that it was the same day, in the
dentist's office, that she had met Sara for the very first
time.
     
     "I had to come by to . . . to see Reardon.  Your boss."
Deshona still looked flushed and nervous, very unusual for
her, since she was normally icy, aloof, magnificently in
control.  "We're finalizing that deal.  Remember when you
brought down those papers for me?"
     
     Deshona raised an eyebrow significantly, and her eyes
sparkled with sexual meanings.  Neither of them, she knew,
would ever forget it.
     
     "I was going to come right by your office and see you,"
she said, as if to allay Laura's suspicions.  "In just a few
minutes, in fact," she said, looking at her watch, another
expensive piece of jewelry, diamond-edged, in fact.
     
     Probably a gift from that prick Charles, Laura grumbled
to herself.
     
     Her feelings were all in a jumble.  The emotional
residue of her night with Dee Dee still weighed heavily on
her.  This morning, awakening all coiled and tangled
together with her, inhaling the musky fragrance of her
marvelous deeply black naked body, rubbing her lips against
it, and feeling Dee Dee come to life against her, had been
especially hard for Laura.  They had fucked again on
awakening in a sort of spontaneous conflagration, a sharp,
animalistic melding of hot flesh that had almost no
emotional content but an acute measure of desperate
sensuality on both sides, as if each of them knew that this,
finally, was the last time they would ever do it.
     
     And yet, instead of feeling good remembering it-her
orgasm, possibly because she had already had several during
the night, had wrenched her flesh almost painfully-she was
overcome by a sodden feeling of remorse and piercing guilt.
Even the thought of Sara's name was almost enough to make
her retch.  I've lost her, she thought.  Lost her.  She'll
find out.  She'll never want to see me again.  She'll hate
me for sure.
     
     She had to shake herself free of such thoughts, and she
could see Deshona looking at her weirdly, as she herself had
been looking at Deshona seconds earlier.
     
     "Laura . . . you okay?  You look sick or something,"
Deshona said, her brow furrowing, concerned, putting one
hand on Laura's shoulder.
     
     "I . . . I'm fine.  I think I . . . oh, I'm sure I'll
be all right.  I just have to sit down for a minute."
     
     "Let me help you back to your office."
     
     "I can walk," Laura said.
     
     They sat down in her office, Laura behind her desk.
The reason for her brief faintness, she realized, was that
her feelings for Deshona, sexual and otherwise, had suddenly
become all confusingly intermingled with her feelings for
Sara and for Dee Dee, everything merging in a wild welter of
contradictory yearnings.  The thought of Sara made her want
to burst out in tears.  The thought of Dee Dee did the same,
and it also made her blood leap and pulse, since the memory
of their hot couplings was only hours old.  And the sight of
Deshona brought back all her deep longing for the woman, who
had put her through such emotional wrenching and such
sublime sexual fulfillment at the same time.  As an added
twist, she felt a quick squirt of hot jealousy at hearing
that Deshona had come there to meet with Rhonda, and because
she had looked briefly, unaccountably embarrassed on running
into Laura.
     
     She decided to overcome her own confusion by going on
the offensive.
     
     "So . . . you came here to see Rhonda?" she said, her
voice curling upward with just a hint of scorn.
     
     Deshona did not want to meet Laura's gaze.  When
threatened, she automatically turned on the deep freeze.
She raised an eyebrow and gave Laura her tightest, most
frosty smile.  Laura immediately, in spite of her anguish
and guilt over Sara and Dee Dee, instantly wanted to rip
Deshona's clothes off and fuck her violently.  It had been
this frigid demeanor, coupled with Deshona's obvious
physical appeal, that had attracted Laura in the first
place, making her hunger to touch the flame under the ice.
     
     "I told you . . ." Deshona said, turning her head away,
looking out the window deliberately.  "Business."
     
     "Oh.  Right."  Laura was sure Rhonda wanted Deshona.
Who wouldn't?
     
     "Oh shit, Laura,"  Deshona said under her breath.
"Don't look so hurt, like a little girl who lost her
lollipop.  I came to see her on business.  I was just
getting ready to drop by and see you."
     
     "Really."
     
     "Yes . . . really.  Since when have you become such a
nasty, jealous little twit?"
     
     Laura sighed wearily, agreeing tacitly.  "I don't know.
You're right."
     
     "Come with me for an early lunch."
     
     "It's only ten-thirty.  I have a meeting at one."
     
     Deshona glowered at her.  "How many times do I drop by
and ask you to lunch?"
     
     There was something ambiguous in Deshona's eyes,
something clearly beckoning her.  But Laura had already
tried to hint that she could not afford a long lunch.
Nevertheless, she shrugged and stood up, slipping on her
coat and grabbing her purse.
     
     Deshona was driving her gun-metal blue Mercedes, and as
soon as they were both inside it, she turned to Laura, after
starting the barely audible ignition.  In fact, Laura could
only tell that the engine was running from a slight
vibration in the car.  "Let's go to your new place.  I want
to see where you're living now."
     
     Laura smiled primly at her. "I told you I have a
meeting at one."
     
     Deshona ignored her.  "Tell me where to go."
     
     Laura gave her directions.  Deshona, accustomed to
driving in the suburbs, was a little spooked by the reckless
mayhem of the San Francisco streets, but Laura calmed her
and guided her until they pulled up outside Laura's new
condo.
     
     Deshona looked around.  "Pretty cool.  Trees and
everything.  I didn't know the city had these little
secluded spots.  You did pretty well for yourself, girl."
     
     Laura, trying not to be glum, made an effort to perk
up.  "You sure you can get me back there for my meeting at
one?"
     
     Deshona raised an eyebrow.  "What if you don't want to
go back?"
     
     "I have to.  It's my job.  I don't own my own business,
like you."
     
     Again, Deshona ignored Laura's anxieties.  "Take me in
and show it to me.  I'm already impressed."
     
     But the moment the door closed behind them, they were
all over each other.  Deshona wheeled in her tracks and
grabbed Laura, pushing her back into the wall next to the
door, sliding her hands around Laura's body and digging her
fingers into Laura's ass as she kissed Laura ravenously.
     
     "Oh . . . shit . . . it's been so long!" she gasped
into Laura's mouth.  "God, I need this!"
     
     Laura, though she knew they hadn't come here to drink
tea and play checkers, was flabbergasted by Deshona's abrupt
passion.  But she found that she was equally hungry.  You'd
think a night of fucking with that exciting and debauched
Dee Dee would be enough for me, she thought.  But Deshona's
fragrance, her hot little body, her frigid exterior and
completely wanton need for Laura combined to fan a flame in
Laura that always began to burn when she saw this fantastic
woman.
     
     "Don't you want to see my new place?" she giggled
softly, teasing, knowing that Deshona wanted only one thing.
     
     Deshona was unbuttoning her, Laura's, blouse, kissing
her neck.  "I want you," she panted softly.  "I don't care
about anything else."
     
     To Laura, a delightfully erotic thing about Deshona was
that she too bought very expensive and sexy underwear, and
so you never knew exactly what inflammatory undergarments
she might be wearing.  It was always an adventure when they
undressed one another.  Laura toyed with the top button of
Deshona's suit coat.
     
     "I don't know about you, but I've got to take care of
these clothes.  I can't just rip them off," she whispered
sexily.
     
     She unbuttoned two of the buttons, then the third, then
the fourth, until she could get a finger into the warm, deep
cleavage between Deshona's magnificent breasts.   She
lowered her face to the deep, fragrant valley and pressed
her lips to the warm brown skin where her finger had been.
     
     Deshona put one hand under Laura's chin and drew her
face back up slowly.  Her eyes were burning, swirling.  "If
you don't take me into your new bedroom, I am going to rip
them off right here," she breathed.
     
     "Why are you suddenly so hot for it?" Laura asked,
mischievously, flirting.
     
     "I'm always hot for you, Laura."  Deshona winked, a
slow, salacious wink.  "Anyway, you looked so glum when I
ran into you.  God, it made me horny.  When you're
depressed, I just want to take you to heaven, I guess."
     
     Laura scoffed.  "You want to take yourself there.  All
you want is my body.  You're as bad as a man."
     
     At this point, the doorbell rang.  Since they were
standing right next to it, they both nearly jumped out of
their skins, alarmed, as if their sexual bantering had been
overheard.  Laura looked through the peep hole and saw Dee
Dee.  Oh god.  Does anyone else ever ring this fucking bell?
she suddenly thought, an unfair reflection, she knew, since
Dee Dee had only rung it once before.  Oh shit.
     
     "Shit," she said, under her breath.
     
     "Who is it?  Somebody you don't want to see, I take
it."
     
     There had been times in the past when Laura would have
done anything to keep Deshona from knowing that the girl she
had spent the night with was again on her front step.  But
things had changed between them somewhat.  Deshona knew she
had little right to be jealous.
     
     "It's the reason I was so . . . glum, as you put it."
She unlocked the door.  "This will only take a minute."
     
     She opened it.  Dee Dee's eyes looked a little vacant,
as if while waiting for Laura to open the door she had
drifted off into some dream.  Laura had seen that look in
her eyes several times last night.
     
     "Dee Dee?" Laura spoke forcefully, to snap her out of
it.  "Dee Dee!"
     
     Dee Dee's eyes swam back into focus.  Immediately she
looked over Laura's shoulder at Deshona, who was peeping
around the door for a glimpse of the visitor.  Then she
looked back at Laura, her face curving into a knowing smile.
     
     "God, Laura, you already got somebody else in there?
You're really a horny one, aren't you."
     
     Laura could not stop herself from blushing a deep apple-
red.  "What do you want!"
     
     "I . . . left something here.  I just thought I'd ring
the bell . . . in case you hadn't gone to work yet."
     
     Laura realized that Dee Dee was making it all up on the
spot, as she went along.  She sensed that Deshona had again
withdrawn behind the half-open door, realizing that this was
an embarrassing scene for all involved, or at least for her
and Laura, since Dee Dee seemed to be having fun twisting
the knife.
     
     "I think you'd better go," Laura said, coldly.
     
     "I have to pee again."
     
     "That only works once, Dee Dee."
     
     Dee Dee began shifting on her feet, wincing.  "I mean
it.  Sorry.  I really have to go.  Just a second?  Please?"
     
     "You better let her in," Deshona whispered.  "You don't
want her peeing all over your front steps."
     
     "You let me handle it," Laura snapped, softly but
firmly.
     
     "Please, Laura?"
     
     Dee Dee's lovely face was screwed up in anguish, and
she hopped back and forth on each foot.  Laura caved in.
She opened the door, disgusted.
     
     "You know where it is," she said wearily, pointing down
the hall.
     
     Since Laura felt paralyzed by shock and guilt and shame
and horrible confusion, Deshona had to shut the door.
     
     "You should be more careful who you get involved with,
Laura," she whispered, with a tiny hint of a superior smirk.
     
     Laura was tempted to snap at Deshona again, but she
realized that her anger was really directed at Dee Dee and
it would be very bad to unleash it on Deshona.  Instead, she
melted, experiencing suddenly an overwhelming physical
desire for Deshona, a magnetic passion to strong that she
had to reach out to her, caressing her smooth cheek, running
a fingertip across her amazingly sensual lips.
     
     "I want you," she whispered.  "I want her to go away so
we can . . ."
     
     Deshona raised her `aloof' eyebrow again.  "She's kind
of pretty, you know.  You have an eye for beauty, Laura."
     
     Again Laura blushed and looked down.  Before she could
respond, Dee Dee was heading back down the hall toward them,
having exited from the bathroom.  She took her sweet time
about it, sashaying sexily down the hall.  Laura could
almost hear Deshona swallowing.
     
     "She looks . . . dangerous," Deshona whispered, barely
moving her lips.
     
     "She is dangerous," Laura nodded, also speaking softly
so that Dee Dee wouldn't hear, wondering if they meant the
same thing.
     
     When Dee Dee reached them, she paused and looked at
Deshona, a very meaningful stare.  "You like the sistas,
don't you Laura."  She let her gaze drift down at the gaping
jacket of Deshona's suit, where Laura had unbuttoned four
buttons and the top black lacy edge of Deshona's bra showed,
as well as the bulging moons of her delicious breasts.
     
     Laura pulled the door open.  "You were just leaving, I
believe."
     
     Out of the corner of her eye, Laura could see that
Deshona was mildly mortified.  She had immense dignity and
self-possession, was if not rich then very well-off, owner
of her own consulting firm, exquisitely dressed and coiffed,
very protective of her reputation, and not accustomed to
being thought of by strangers as a lecher or lesbian, or
even a bi-way swinger.  Laura could feel her shrinking back
in distaste.
     
     Dee Dee tilted her head and tried to be charming.
"Sure you want me to go?  I could stay.  We could have a
party."
     
     "Let me put it this way.  If you don't go, I'll call
the police."  Laura could hardly believe the words that were
coming out of her own mouth.
     
     Dee Dee's face suddenly fell.  She appeared to be
deeply insulted.  "You don't have to do that," she said,
moving through the open door, out onto the steps.  "You
don't have to be so cold about it."
     
     "Oh Dee Dee . . . !" Laura said in exasperation.
     
     Dee glanced back over her shoulder as she headed down
the steps.  Laura's eyes were on her incredible bottom, and
with a quick glance she could see that Deshona's eyes were
too.  Deshona herself had a lovely taut little butt, but it
could not compare, few could,  to Dee Dee's high, round
masterpiece.
     
     "You don't have to worry," Dee Dee said.  "I still
won't tell her."
     
     Laura's eyes followed her to the `Guests' parking lot
and watched her get into Sara's car.  Then Laura closed the
door and locked it with a dramatic jerk of her wrist.
     
     "Tell who about what?" Deshona said, still faintly
amused by Laura's unpleasant little scene.
     
     "Oh . . . don't pay any attention to her," Laura said,
flustered by the whole thing.  "Now, where were we?"  She
flirted with Deshona, peering up from under her eyelids
sexily.  "I think I was doing this."
     
     She gave Deshona a suggestive smile and lowered her
face back into her alluring cleavage.  Again Deshona pulled
Laura's face up by the chin.  Her eyes were quizzical,
amused, pulsing with sex, and at the same time troubled.
     
     "Sure you don't want to tell me?" she asked softly.
"It's none of my business, but it looks like you've got
yourself some trouble."
     
     Laura let her eyes burn into Deshona's.  "I want you."
     
     Deshona smirked.  "I want you too, but this has kind of
got me out of the mood.  Why don't you tell me about it and
we can sort of, you know, drift back into it."
     
     Laura wilted.  She was out of the mood now too,
suddenly.  That fucking Dee Dee! she thought.
     
     "Only if you come into the bedroom with me while I tell
you," Laura pouted, seductively.
     
     Deshona nodded, pursing her lips, her black eyes
flickering with puzzled amusement, reluctantly letting Laura
draw her down the hall.  As soon as they rounded the corner,
Laura was horrified to realize that she had not made up the
bed.  There it was for all to see: a huge mattress covered
by rumpled, wrinkled and sweaty sheets and blankets, a place
where quite obviously violent, passionate fucking had been
going on, and not a brief episode either.  Nobody could make
that much mess without continued thrashing and squirming.
     
     Deshona slowly walked over to the bed and bent down
briefly, sniffing.  Her eyes twinkled with awe and humor-but
nothing like the fiery jealousy Laura had feared-when she
looked back up at Laura.  With one careful finger, she
lifted a portion of the twisted sheet, grinning.
     
     "I can smell her," she said in a barely audible voice.
"I can smell you, too.  Smells like you two have been
screwing in here for a week."
     
     Laura chewed her lower lip.  "Only . . . last night."
     
     "You must've made an impression on her," Deshona
smiled, dropping the sheet from her finger and returning to
Laura.
     
     "I apologize for . . . making you see this."
     
     Deshona shook her head.  "Don't.  I know I . . . that
you . . . live your own life when I'm not around."
     
     "Want me to change the sheets?"
     
     Again Deshona slowly shook her head.  "I kind of like
that smell.  It turns me on."
     
     "Oh?" Laura perked up.  "Are you getting in the mood
again?"
     
     Deshona rested both arms on Laura's shoulders and
brought her face close.  She rubbed Laura's nose playfully
with her own.  "I think one kiss might get  me there," she
whispered.  "But first I insist you tell me what she meant.
Tell who?"
     
     Laura's shoulders slumped.  She realized that her
anguish showed in her face.  Deshona frowned, concerned.
     
     "You can tell me, Laura," she whispered.  "I won't tell
either.  I don't even know anybody to tell."
     
     Laura sat with her on the edge of the very rumpled and
fragrant bed.  She could smell Dee Dee in the sheets too,
and the odor was shockingly erotic.  God, it smells like a
whorehouse in here, she thought.  If that's what a
whorehouse smells like.  How would I know?
     
     Patiently Deshona listened while Laura told her about
Sara, then about Dee Dee.  At first Laura was reluctant to
let Deshona know how deeply she felt about Sara, but as she
was talking, her voice soft and murmuring and hushed and
solemn and intimate, she began to cry silently, almost
without knowing it, and the full depth of her feeling simply
poured out.  Deshona put one arm around Laura's shoulders.
To Laura's great relief, she was not angry, or hurt, just
warm and supportive, nodding, cooing as she had been when
she had dropped by to comfort Laura during her dental
ordeal.  She hugged Laura very close when Laura broke
briefly into genuine hot sobs, but Laura recovered quickly.
     
     "Let me go wash my face."
     
     "Let me kiss away your tears."
     
     Laura broke out in half-tragic laughter and jumped up.
"No . . . I'm washing my face.  Stay right there."
     
     Unfortunately, while Laura was washing her face, the
doorbell rang again.  Both of them knew who it was.  When
she emerged from the master bathroom, she saw Deshona
standing again by the side of the bed, looking entrapped.
Snared accidentally in my little love drama, Laura thought,
ruefully.
     
     "Should I answer it?" Laura asked.
     
     Deshona shrugged.  "You don't want her making a scene
for all your new neighbors."
     
     Laura scowled.  "Almost everybody who lives here is at
work anyway, at this hour."
     
     Deshona raised her eyebrow.  "Still . . ."
     
     "I know, I know."
     
     Laura went to the door.  She took a deep, calming
breath before opening it.  Dee Dee smiled at her, a contrite
smile, a small child's plea for indulgence and
understanding.
     
     "Have to pee again?" Laura asked, bristling with
sarcasm.
     
     Dee Dee shook her head.  "I . . . left something in the
bathroom.  I'm sorry, I know it sounds stupid.  But it's
true."
     
     Laura formed her mouth into a thin, sharp line,
glowering at Dee Dee.  "I can get it for you.  What is it?"
     
     Dee Dee looked abject, ashamed.  "I . . . can't let you
see it.  Too embarrassing."
     
     "Dee Dee, you are so transparent.  What a cheap trick."
     
     Dee Dee looked suddenly sick at heart.  The stricken,
pained, desolate look Laura had seen so many times passing
through her eyes last night returned.
     
     "I'll only take a second," Dee Dee said, meekly.
     
     Laura shook her head.  "Go on . . . hurry up."
     
     She couldn't believe the welter of feelings that passed
through her as Dee Dee slipped by and down the hall toward
the bathroom again.  She had given in because suddenly she
had felt like she was whipping a sick cat, or lacerating a
poor fellow creature who was down on her luck by unleashing
savage, self-serving insults on her.  I fucked this girl
repeatedly only hours ago, she remembered with chagrin and
undeniable pleasure.  I fucked her beautiful body until we
both moaned and screamed.  How can I treat her like shit,
now that she is on the outside, looking at me and Deshona?
     
     She stood by the front door, holding it open, wishing
this whole thing would be over quickly, when she saw Dee Dee
standing at the end of the hallway in front of the bathroom,
looking somehow desperately back at her, not going in.
Exasperated, Laura closed the front door and went to her.
     
     "What's the matter?"
     
     "I . . . think she's in there.  Your friend."
     
     The door was indeed closed.  Laura was puzzled.  Why
would she use this bathroom instead of the one in the
bedroom? she wondered.  But before she could speculate
further, Deshona opened the door and stepped out, shutting
off the light at the same time.  She looked surprised-or at
least feigned surprise, Laura thought-to see them both
standing there.
     
     She also, to Laura's deep shock, had unbuttoned the
rest of her suit coat, so that now it gaped open, revealing
her black slip and lacy black bra, and more of her bulging,
very round breasts than had been visible before.  Just like
her, Laura thought.  Tastefully stripping.  Not too much . .
. just a hint . . . just an accident.  A very elegant tease.
Look at that smug little kittenish smile on her face.  Oh!
Are you both here?  I . . . you know, I didn't know anyone
would be looking at me . . . now that I'm showing off a
little more of my perfect body.  Oh dear.
     
     Laura saw Dee Dee looking at Deshona's cleavage, the
same lovely, shadowy, perfumed spot where she herself had
just been pressing her face moments earlier.  Laura pursed
her lips.  Another convert.  She's dying to do the same
thing.
     
     "Dee Dee left something in there," Laura said,
surprised to hear how cold her voice still sounded.
     
     "Oh . . . sorry," Deshona murmured, stepping aside.
     
     Dee Dee emerged a second later from the bathroom,
clutching a small zippered purse, looking relieved.  "Got
it.  Well . . . I'll be going."
     
     But she didn't move.  In fact, none of them moved.
They just stared uncomfortably at one another.  We don't
want her to leave, do we, Laura thought.  I don't want her
to leave either, god help me.
     
     "Want to stay for a minute?" she asked Dee Dee weakly,
feeling deeply ashamed of her quick reversal.
     
     Dee Dee beamed.  "I guess you could talk me into it."
     
     Deshona gave Laura a spare, mysterious smile.  Without
saying a word, she walked back down the short hallway and
into Laura's bedroom.
     
     "Well, I guess you got your way," Laura said to Dee Dee
under her breath.
     
     "I don't know why you're so mean to me.  I thought you
liked me."  Dee Dee's eyes were wide and mock-innocent.
     
     She's about as innocent as I am, Laura thought.
     
     "She's great looking," Dee Dee whispered as they moved
together toward the bedroom too.  "I guess you got me hooked
on this.  What a great body."
     
     Laura frowned at her.  "Let's be a little more subtle,
okay?  You're a bright girl."
     
     "Ooops!" Dee Dee gulped, reminding Laura for the very
first time of her sister Sara.  "Sorry."
     
     In the bedroom Deshona, more brazen than she had ever
been with Laura up to now, had already removed the suit
jacket entirely and was folding it on the easy chair.  She
looked back over her shoulder, still saying nothing, her
eyes soft and shining and expectant.  Then she stood upright
and turned to face them.
     
     "Aren't you going to introduce us, Laura?"
     
     Oh brother, Laura thought.  Deshona, this is the dope
addict sister of the woman I love.  Dee Dee, this is the
fire-and-ice business consultant who stole my heart before
Sara happened along.  From this mordant reflection, Laura
unaccountably began to cry without notice.
     
     Silent tears streamed down her cheeks.  Choked sobs
shook her chest.  Both Deshona and Dee Dee looked at her in
amazement, then deep concern.
     
     "Laura . . . you all right?" Dee Dee asked, putting a
hand on her shoulder.
     
     Deshona took a step forward, her smooth forehead
furrowed.  "Laura."
     
     Laura shrank back a step or two, taking a deep breath,
quickly wiping the tears away with her hand.  How
humiliating! she thought.   She didn't know why she was
crying.  She knew she was perfectly capable of doing it as a
cheap manipulation and wondered if that were the cause.  On
the other hand, she sensed that she had fallen into a trap
so deep that only tears could get her out of it.  Or could
they?
     
     "I'm . . . okay," she blubbered.  "I'm okay."  She put
up her hand, like a police officer telling drivers to stop.
"I'll be all right.  Really."
     
     Now Deshona had an arm around her shoulder.  Dee Dee
was only watching.
     
     "Come over here and sit down on the bed," Deshona
coaxed her gently.
     
     Deshona held her for a few moments.  Dee Dee had gone
over to the vanity table where she was unzipping her small
purse and taking something out.
     
     "I don't know why I did that," Laura confessed, finally
back in control of herself.  "How weird."
     
     She felt Deshona's smooth, sensual lips brush her
cheek.  "Probably a little chemical imbalance," Deshona
whispered.
     
     Deshona's lips moved lower, onto Laura's neck, then up
to her ear.  Laura could feel Deshona's warm breath
everywhere on her skin, which made her shiver and press her
thighs together.  Deshona's fingers began to unbutton
Laura's blouse and caress the skin of Laura's back.
     
     Dee Dee looked over at them.  "Either of you want to do
a line of coke with me before we get started?" she said,
matter-of-factly.
     
     Both Laura and Deshona looked at her blankly.
     
     "It's really rad for sex," Dee Dee said.  "Really.
It'll make you, like, fall over the edge."
     
     As if sunk in some zombie, sleepwalk state, Laura shook
her head slowly, again unable to believe this phantasmagoria
of weirdness she had got herself into.  I can fall over the
edge without any help from that, thanks, she was thinking.
She looked at Deshona, who seemed equally befuddled.  Gosh,
we're both really out of it, aren't we, Laura thought.  Two
old ladies who don't take drugs.
     
     "None for me, thanks," Deshona said calmly, echoing
Laura's thoughts, then turned more deliberately to Laura's
blouse buttons.
     
     It was as if Dee Dee had not even shown up, and she and
Laura were again intimately involved in the slow, exciting
buildup to their ultimate coupling.  They had done this
before, many times, and the fact that a beautiful young girl
was across the room snorting cocaine while they caressed
each other seemed to lie beyond the purview of their
awareness.
     
     Laura felt herself melting.  Even though Dee Dee's
presence implied very hot and exciting moments down the
road, for a few seconds she found herself wishing that the
girl were gone, that only she and Deshona shared this
moment, that they could take every inch of the way as slowly
as possible, without having to accommodate another person,
and end in a fierce conflagration of fucking and climaxing
as they had so many times before.  She wanted to obliterate
her guilt over Dee Dee in a bonfire of fucking, and she
suddenly realized that this simple need was the reason she
had consented to come here with Deshona even though she had
a meeting at one o'clock.  The recollection of the meeting
suddenly panicked her, but Deshona was very involved in
undressing her by now, and the sensations of her lips on
Laura's naked skin was enough to distract Laura from her
anxiety.
     
     "Ohhhh!" she moaned, as Deshona's lips moved over her
shoulder, across her bra shoulder strap, down her chest.
     
     Reaching behind Laura with both hands, Deshona
unfastened her bra clasp, then skimmed the thin straps off
Laura's shoulders, quickly drawing her hands around to the
front again and filling them with Laura's warm, naked
breasts.  Her soft lips continued downward until they
arrived at one of Laura's throbbing nipples.  Laura quivered
and mewled excitedly as she felt Deshona's wet tongue on her
nipple.
     
     "Unhhhhh!"
     
     Deshona had not uttered a sound, not even a sigh or a
brief murmur.  She now cradled both of Laura's breasts in
her palms and began to slowly, painstakingly, suck each of
Laura's aching nipples until Laura was about to go mad with
pleasure.
     
     "Oh god, that feels good!" she whimpered into Deshona's
hair.
     
     Deshona sat up and smiled at her, slowly releasing
Laura's breasts from her hands.  "I wouldn't mind a bit if
you returned the favor," she whispered, her black eyes murky
and mysterious.
     
     And it was a mystery to Laura, since she never could
have imagined that they would be in this situation.  Deshona
was a very private and reserved person, exclusively
heterosexual except for her relationship with Laura, and it
had taken ages and agonies for Laura to seduce her in the
first place.  Laura would have expected Dee Dee's boldness
and thoughtless sexual innuendoes to have disgusted the
aloof Deshona and quickly driven her away.  She never would
have dreamed that Deshona could walk out of the bathroom
with her suit jacket unbuttoned, giving them both a sort of
dazed and sensual smile, as if she too had no idea why she
was suddenly being swept into this potential sexual
maelstrom.
     
     Laura was eager to return the favor.  She had Deshona's
thin black slip straps down her shoulders in an instant, and
reached behind her to unclasp her bra too, a fantastic lacy
black thing that dipped deeply between her magnificent round
breasts, the breasts Dee Dee had been ogling earlier.  But
Laura wasn't thinking of Dee Dee.  Out of the corner of her
eye she could see her snorting something, some kind of
powder she had prepared, but she tried to ignore it.
     
     Carefully, Laura drew Deshona's limp bra forward,
removing it and the slip straps from her extended arms,
watching the firm, impossibly spherical naked globes of
Deshona's naked breasts come into view.  It was certainly a
breathtaking vision for Laura, and she suddenly, again from
the corner of her eye, glimpsed Dee Dee looking too.  Laura
wanted to devour them every time she saw them, and she ran
her thumbs across the hard rubbery bumps in the centers of
Deshona's dark brown nipples, then bent to lick the unusual
jagged edge of one areola.  A sharp intake of breath
whistled past Deshona's clenched teeth.
     
     "Hhhhh!" she gasped.
     
     Laura raised both hands to the hard round breast,
cupping the firm warm ball of flesh in both of them, and
sucked Deshona's entire nipple into her mouth.  Both of them
had forgotten entirely about Dee Dee, but suddenly the
mattress sank next to them, and they realized that she had
joined them.
     
     Laura saw Dee Dee's very black and shapely hand and
long slender fingers enclose Deshona's other breast.
     
     "Wow . . . they're so round," Dee Dee whispered.
     
     Laura swirled her tongue all over Deshona's brown
nipple, feeling the hard thick bump in the center each time
her tongue slid over it, squeezing the hard round ball of
Deshona's breast in her fingers, remembering now how
difficult it actually was to get her entire nipple into your
mouth since her breasts were so hard and round.
     
     "Yes," she panted to Dee Dee, almost an afterthought.
     
     "Mmmm," Dee Dee hummed, "I want some."
     
     Now Dee Dee began tonguing and sucking Deshona's other
nipple, and the sensation of both of them doing it at the
same time suddenly brought a hot gasp of sharp pleasure from
deep in Deshona's chest.
     
     "Ungghhhh!  Oh!"
     
     They pushed her down on the mattress, but Deshona,
though swooning in transports of passion from the pleasure
of having her nipples devoured by them, grew anxious about
her expensive clothing, more than half of which was still in
place.
     
     "Oh god . . . let's get out of this stuff!" she gasped,
her hands fluttering around both Laura's and Dee Dee's heads
as she struggled up onto her elbows.
     
     Her brown, irregular-edged nipples were now glistening
and saliva-wet, the centers sticking up higher than ever,
the areolas wrinkled and excited, and Laura pinched one in
her fingers, watching Deshona's eyes roll up briefly.
     
     "Yes!" Laura agreed, glancing over at Dee Dee, who was
still slurping and sucking Deshona's other nipple, holding
Deshona's firm breast like a drinking cup in both hands,
unwilling to stop.
     
     Laura frowned at her, but playfully, and noticed that
Dee Dee's eyes were glassy, her expression dazed, as she
looked up.  She inhaled some godawful wonderful drug over
there at the table, no doubt, Laura thought, to make
everything `rad.'  Dee Dee looked from Laura to Deshona.
     
     "I just love your boobs," she said softly, almost
solemnly.
     
     Deshona gave her a slow smile, as if to say, They're
all yours, honey, if you just let us get undressed.
     
     "Dee Dee, it will help if we're all naked," Laura
reminded her gently.
     
     Dee Dee nodded, as if it had taken the message a few
light years to reach her.  The girl is completely spaced
out, as we used to say, Laura thought.  But there was no
turning back now.  And Laura realized that she did not want
to anyway.  Deshona's half-naked body was warm, vibrant,
wildly desirable, and there was no way she could deny that
Dee Dee was gorgeous and hot, no matter how drugged.
     
     Quickly, with skill borne of long experience, she
helped Deshona get off her skirt, slip and panties, piled
them fairly neatly on top of the suit jacket on the chair,
then slipped carefully out of her own clothes.  Dee Dee too
had pulled off her top and was unbuttoning her jeans, moving
in slow motion.  Deshona was watching both of them.  Laura
thought she saw Deshona's eyes widen as more and more of Dee
Dee's sleek, very black naked flesh came into view.  She was
indeed incredibly lovely, Laura thought.
     
     Laura removed her bra and skimmed off her panties, then
rejoined Deshona on the bed.  Dee Dee now knew they were
both watching her as she continued to move almost as if she
were under water, bringing both hands between her bra cups
to unfasten them.  This was the same bra she had been
wearing when she had unclasped it like this last night for
Laura, in Sara's apartment, trying to tempt Laura and
causing Laura a sharp anguish as she fought valiantly to
resist.  She was not resisting now.
     
     Her eyes drank in Dee Dee's marvelous young body, and
she turned to see Deshona staring at it.  Again Laura
realized how shocked she herself was at this reaction.  She
could never have predicted it.  Though Deshona was still a
little shy and said nothing, clearly somewhat tentative
about what she had now got herself into, she was clearly
fascinated, almost hypnotized by Dee Dee's naked body, and
Laura's, and her own, lying there stretched out across the
bed waiting for her first experience with a woman other than
Laura.  She turned her face to Laura and smiled nervously.
     
     "I'm as surprised as you are," she confessed very
softly, almost too softly for Dee Dee to overhear, as if
sensing the question in Laura's eyes.  She then let her eyes
wander back to Dee Dee, who was now sliding her white
panties down her coal-black legs.  "She's very . . .
lovely."  She looked back to Laura, her eyes smoky and murky
with a thousand ambiguous meanings.  "Her sister must be
very lovely."
     
     "They don't look a bit alike," Laura said, dragging her
down once more onto the mattress, drinking in the sweet odor
of her body mingled with her expensive perfume, burying her
face between the large round globes of her wonderful
breasts.  "I wish she wasn't here.  I want to fuck you and
fuck you," Laura purred in a soft, husky voice, kissing the
bulging sides of the firm round balls.
     
     They felt the mattress sink slightly again as Dee Dee
rejoined them, almost climbing on top of Laura's back,
pressing her warm, naked flesh against Laura's body
everywhere in a move that nearly sent Laura's sexual arousal
meter through the roof.  She felt a happy little squirt of
sexual fire shoot through her as Dee Dee's hands encircled
her and scooped up her breasts.  She kissed the nape of
Laura's neck at the same time, burrowing her lips down into
Laura's hair to push it aside.
     
     "I don't want you guys to start without me," she half-
giggled, her voice muffled by the thick curtain of Laura's
hair.
     
     A hot, delicious shiver gripped Laura's body.
"Oooohhhhh . . . oh shit, that feels good!" she laughed,
rolling sideways so that Dee Dee slipped gently off her
back.
     
     Now Laura was between them, facing Deshona, with Dee
Dee behind, pressing her small naked breasts into Laura's
back aggressively, and kissing her shoulders, and pinching
Laura's nipples.  Deshona scooted closer and began kissing
Laura's neck, encircling Laura's body with her arms too,
letting her hands roam over parts of Dee Dee's smooth flesh
and pushing her own naked breasts into Laura's, which were
partially covered by Dee Dee's hands.
     
     Oh god, I'm glad I didn't make myself miss this! Laura
realized, feeling a warm surge of thrilling sexual pleasure
course through her body.  They are both so beautiful!
     
     "Ungghh!  Oh!" she panted, beginning to squirm, feeling
a semi-delirious hunger course through her veins, wanting to
be fucked by them, both of them, quickly, roughly if
necessary, completely.  "Oh yes . . . oh yes," she
whimpered.
     
     Deshona, as she had made clear, had been intent on
fucking Laura before Dee Dee had ever appeared on the scene,
and she did not deviate from her goal.  She slid lower
immediately, slipping between Laura's yawning thighs,
kissing Laura's smooth belly, and then pressing her mouth
directly into Laura's blossoming, tingling cunt.
     
     "Anngghhh!" Laura groaned, surprised that she did not
come almost instantly.
     
     Her body flexed and almost jackknifed out of control,
but she clenched her muscles and quickly regained control.
She was so sexually excited by Deshona's moving lips and
probing tongue on her pussy and Dee Dee's smooth, sinuous
body pressing against her from behind that she began to
churn and whimper in a sensual fit of intense pleasure.
     
     "Oh fuck me . . . oh fuck me . . ." she heard her voice
saying, panting, again shocked to realize that she had
reached this overwrought state so quickly.  "Oh yes!  Oh god
. . . like that!  Yes!  Ungghhh!"
     
     Deshona knew how to please Laura, having done it often
before, and she also knew how to tease her.  "Oh no," she
breathed, drawing her mouth momentarily away from Laura's
dripping, throbbing pussy.  "You're not going to come that
fast . . . and spoil all my fun."
     
     She smiled up at Laura, and at Dee Dee, who now decided
to get into the act too.  She released Laura's breasts from
her hands and scooted to the side, pulling Laura onto her
back.
     
     "Let me lick her too," she panted to Deshona, her eyes
glazed and swirling as she nearly pushed Deshona out of the
way so that she could get to Laura's gaping pussy too.  "I
never got to do that.  I want to lick her."
     
     Laura's eyelids fluttered open long enough to see
Deshona give Dee Dee a bemused and faintly hostile smirk
before she lowered her face again between Laura's thighs and
pushed her lips into Laura's greasy, smoldering vulva.
     
     "Unhhhh!" Laura gasped as she felt Deshona's long
tongue slide up between her cunt lips.
     
     Immediately she felt Dee Dee, who had taken this
rejection well enough, envelop the upper half of her body,
kissing her face, fondling her breasts again, then lowering
her lips to them.  Now Laura knew there was no turning back.
She was going to come, any second, she could feel it, feel
it surging and rumbling deep inside her flesh, feel the
forward sweep of it, rolling toward her, squeezing and
wrenching each hypersensitive nerve.  Oh god, yes! she
thought.  Oh yes!
     
     As if she were somehow suspended in time and space, she
could hear all three of them gasping, snuffling, panting,
mewling, though she knew only her body was hurtling toward
this killing explosion that loomed before them, only micro-
seconds away.
     
     "Oh yes!"
     
     "Mmmm, you're almost there, honey," Deshona babbled to
her, slurping her pussy, now sliding one finger up into it
too, the buttery channel all gushy with fragrant juices and
pulsing in an ever more rapid rhythm as Laura writhed and
cawed helplessly.
     
     Laura's eyes fluttered open again.  Delirious, she
looked down at Dee Dee sucking her nipples.  "Do it hard!"
she suddenly gasped, bucking, pushing her cunt up into
Deshona's mouth, feeling the dam burst almost an instant
after she said it.
     
     Dee Dee's eyes widened, and she sucked one of Laura's
nipples deep into her mouth, harder than she ever had sucked
it until now.  At the same time, Laura felt Deshona's hands
slip under her ass and squeeze her buns sharply, and
suddenly everything exploded in a searing shower of coming.
     
     "Aunngghhiinnngggiieeee!" Laura screamed, flipping and
stretching, her body shuddering as the fierce impact of
several rolling shockwaves wrenched her.  "Ungghhh!  Oh!
Unnnggggaaiiieeee!"
     
     It was not a sweet, surging climax but felt more like
getting hit by a piledriver, a series of stunning blows,
well in excess of anything she had expected, even though she
was so aroused at being fucked by two beautiful women at the
same time.  Her body buckled and quivered, then settled down
into slow, rolling undulations, until the sweet spasms
slowly died away.  Moments later she was still gasping and
gulping for breath, dazed by the force of this quick climax.
     
     She was not even aware of Deshona and Dee Dee until she
drifted back to consciousness and realized they were kissing
just above her body.  It was the most marvelous thing to
watch.  Laura herself had barely even kissed Dee Dee last
night until after they had pretty much combusted in a
wildfire of rough, urgent fucking, and here Deshona, the ice
queen extraordinaire, was moving her mouth in slow, sensual
rhythms against Dee Dee's, her hands stroking Dee Dee's
beautiful and very black body at the same time.
     
     The contrast of their skin colors was also fascinating.
Deshona's skin was a rich, deep cross between mocha and caf‚-
au-lait, while Dee Dee, of course, was about as black as you
could get, her smooth skin glossy and sleek and black as
night.  Deshona's paler hands moved hungrily over Dee Dee's
young, delicious body, finally arriving at her small,
perfect breasts, twisting and squeezing them, gently
plucking Dee Dee's coal-black nipples, while Dee Dee's dark,
spidery fingers enclosed Deshona's small waist, then moved
down to Deshona's taut little buns.  Dee Dee dug her fingers
into Deshona's ass while the two of them kissed, now with
their tongues, their breath quickening.
     
     The visual contrast was heightened even further as
Laura lifted her own hands to their smooth, marvelous bodies
and began stroking them too, her fingers looking even paler
than Deshona's as they caressed her light brown thigh and
Dee Dee's black velvet one.  She ran her hands all over
their firm thighs, then slipped each hand up into their wet
crotches, rubbing the warm, slimy lips of their dripping
cunts with her fingers and feeling their bodies suddenly
react to the new stimulus.  She could feel Dee Dee's little
pussy ring, which was slippery against her fingertips since
Dee Dee was extremely wet.  Deshona, always a copious
lubricator, was absolutely flooding.
     
     Deshona's body tensed, her thighs clenching, and even
though her mouth was still glued to Dee Dee's, she looked
down at Laura.
     
     "Unhhh!"
     
     Laura could hear her frantic, quick breath, and see the
unexpected pleasure reflected in her face.  Dee Dee, on the
other hand, did not look down and merely swirled her pussy
rhythmically forward into Laura's hand.  Her fingers dug a
little more aggressively into the flesh of Deshona's
beautiful brown ass.
     
     Despite just having had a sharp climax, Laura was very
hungry for both of their bodies, and feeling their warm,
buttery cunt juices oozing over her fingers didn't do a
thing to dissipate her hunger.  The fragrance of their two
aroused pussies was also intoxicating.  She lay between
them, inhaling every bit of it, and it nearly made her head
swim, and her blood thunder.
     
     "Mnneee . . . ohnnn!" Deshona whimpered softly as Dee
Dee's hands came up to her face and kissed her more
voraciously, aggressively, pinching her hard nipples at the
same time.
     
     Somehow this spurred Laura into action too, and between
her and Dee Dee, they had Deshona on her back in seconds.
Dee Dee, who had been enchanted by Deshona's breasts earlier
(probably because they're so incredibly round and hard,
Laura thought), returned to them passionately, squeezing and
sucking the magnificent globes, while Laura naturally slid
between Deshona's spreading thighs and came face to face
with the woman's exquisite pussy, all wet and ripe and
festering, its red interior slick and juicy and inflamed,
the wavy black lips enclosing it all shiny and swollen.
     
     God, I love this woman's pussy, Laura thought,
spreading the wet black lips with her thumbs and licking the
hot, tangy center furrow from bottom to top with long,
sensual strokes of her tongue.  At the top she let her
tongue linger on Deshona's small clit, only now peeping out
from it's little shelter, a taut whitish bead.  Deshona
erupted in helpless quivering, and strangled moans came from
deep in her throat as Laura's tongue slowly slid across the
most sensitive part of her body.
     
     "Ahhhnnnnnnn!" she moaned, clawing Laura's head almost
spastically, uncontrollably.
     
     "Oh, I love your boobs . . . I just love your boobs!"
Dee Dee was panting, slurping and sucking and squeezing
Deshona's breasts in a passionate frenzy.  "I always wanted
to have boobs like these."
     
     "Unngghhh!  Oh!" Deshona gasped, her eyes rolling up in
her head as Dee Dee tried to swallow her nipples and Laura
kept up the loving assault on her flooding pussy.  "Oh yes .
. . oh yes, god yes!"
     
     But Dee Dee was not content to devour Deshona's
extraordinary breasts, and moments later she slid down to
join Laura, trying to push her aside.
     
     "Me too," she pouted, eyes still glazed but smoking
with fiery sex, the way Laura had seen them a few times last
night.  The girl loved fucking.  "I want to lick her pussy
too. You two never let me."
     
     Laura was very reluctant to give up this feast.  She
loved eating Deshona's exquisitely beautiful pussy almost
more than any other sex act she had ever performed.  But,
even though she had managed to avoid putting her mouth on
Dee Dee's pussy last night, she had not denied Dee Dee her
own cunt, and Dee Dee, being a sexual predator almost on a
par with Laura herself, had quickly learned a variety of
thrilling skills.  Laura knew that Deshona would not suffer
by the replacement.
     
     She also quickly recalled the time she had slithered
her tongue up into Deshona's ass when Deshona had not been
expecting it (her finger too, later) and Deshona had almost
ruptured herself in jolting, hot torrents of coming.  It
wouldn't be easy, but she thought she might be able to do it
again if she surrendered her current position to the eager
Dee Dee.
     
     "Oh . . . all right," she said, moving aside, watching
Dee Dee take her place and begin hungrily to slurp Deshona's
beautiful wet quim.
     
     "Unhh!  Oh . . . unhhhhh!" Deshona gasped, squirming,
looking down at Dee Dee's head bobbing between her spread
thighs.
     
     While the two of them were absorbed in this heated
ritual, Laura skillfully tilted Deshona's squirming body
onto her side and lifted Deshona's upper leg, resting it on
her own shoulder.  Dee Dee adjusted easily to eating
Deshona's wet, inflamed pussy from this tilted angle, and
this gave Laura an easier entry into the rear portion of
Deshona's groin, now completely exposed and vulnerable.
True, she did have to spread the taut little buns of
Deshona's ass apart with the fingers of both hands, but when
she did, there it was, the puckered little dark brown
rosebud of Deshona's anus, tightly shut and just waiting for
her clever ministrations.
     
     She knew that Deshona would object if given the
opportunity, or if she even realized what Laura was up to,
and so Laura moved swiftly, sliding her thumbs into the
crack of Deshona's ass, between the smooth round little
buns, and pulling open Deshona's rectum with them, then
pushed her face between the ass cheeks and burying her
tongue in the tiny, warm, tight aperture before Deshona
could buck or recoil.
     
     "Mmmnnnggeee!" Deshona wailed, a soft, swelling whinny
suddenly keening up out of her throat.  "Oh!  Oh . . . Laura
. . . goddamn you!  You bitch!  Unnnmmmggeee!"
     
     But Laura knew it would be a wild little ride by this
time and was holding on tight, her tongue buried as far as
she could get it into Deshona's ass.  Dee Dee had not been
expecting the wild jerking spasms of Deshona's pelvis and
was momentarily thrown off her mark, but she was a very
committed sexual athlete and quickly grabbed Deshona's
thighs to steady her, joining Laura now in propping up
Deshona's upper leg to make it easier for both of them to
tongue-rape her ass and pussy at the same time.
     
     "Unhhh!  Unhhhhh!" Deshona gasped, squirming and
thrashing, but not really making any strenuous attempt to
escape or to stop them.  "Anngghhh!"
     
     She was usually, compared to some (Laura herself being
one), a little slow to come, as she freely confessed to
Laura, but Laura never minded since she loved to prolong it
and savored the opportunity to watch Deshona in the throes
of her slow, sweet struggle to arrive.  But the penetration
of her asshole by Laura's tongue, coupled with the half-
insane, demon-driven way Dee Dee was devouring her pussy-and
now fucking it with two fingers, too, her palm turned toward
her face, probing the front wall of Deshona's pussy with her
fingertips as if trying to find her g-spot-had brought
Deshona right to the edge in only seconds.
     
     She was moaning constantly now, her moans punctuated by
fierce, desperate whimpers, her body undulating and shaking,
one hand grabbing and twisting her firm, round, rolling
breasts as she careened toward a blazing finish.
     
     "Oh god . . . yes . . . fuck me!" she growled in a half-
guttural, garbled moan, quivering and whinnying excitedly as
Laura drove her tongue into the tight little channel of her
ass again and again.
     
     God, if Dee Dee does find her g-spot, Laura realized,
we aren't going to be able to hold her down.  She's going to
tear this place apart.
     
     "Oh, you like me to fuck your ass?" Laura panted to
her, amused, holding it open with her thumbs and stabbing
her tongue deep into it again.
     
     "Ohhnnggg!" Deshona groaned, her body leaping and
churning.  "Yes!  Yes!  Ohhnnnggg!  Ungghh!  Fuck!  Fuck me!
Yes!  Ohnnggg!"
     
     As Laura had foreseen, she suddenly felt the telltale
deep twitch in Deshona's flesh and knew that Dee Dee had
struck gold.  For an electrifying microsecond, Deshona's
whole body stiffened.  Then she erupted in long, violent,
undulating spasms, moaning in a shrill, hysterical wail that
died away and then revived even more loudly with each
wrenching jolt of her orgasm.
     
     Having been thrown off once, Dee Dee now clung to
Deshona's straining, jackknifing body, her mouth glued to
Deshona's flaming pussy, while Laura held on for  dear life,
her tongue still burrowing deep in the clenching ring of
Deshona's asshole.
     
     "Auunngghhiiieeeee!" Deshona wailed, her whole pelvis
quaking as shock after shock struck her.  "Onnggg!
Ungghhnngghiieieee!  Oh god!"
     
     Just when it seemed that the most violent shocks were
past, her body suddenly jerked up off the bed again, nearly
throwing Dee Dee and Laura off for the second time, and a
loud, wrenching moan ripped its way up out of her chest as a
completely new orgasm shattered her.
     
     "Auunnggghhhhh!  MMNNGGHIIEEEEE!  Oh!  Oh!
Nnngggeeeee!" she sobbed, coming fiercely a second time, her
pussy now gushing fluid all over Dee Dee's face, and her
asshole pinching shut in spasms so tightly on Laura's tongue
that it was expelled.
     
     Both Laura and Dee Dee were stunned by the force of
these crushing climaxes and now simply held onto Deshona by
instinct, clutching her body but not fucking her any more,
panting, holding on, wondering if it would happen again.
But if they were stunned, Deshona herself was nearly
obliterated.  Her body went limp between them, and she
appeared even to faint for a few seconds, then revived,
moaning softly in the aftermath of such a violent explosion.
     
     Slowly, all three disentangled their bodies.  Deshona
lay on her back between them, her eyelids fluttering, her
toes curling, her breath slowly returning to normal.  Laura
had seen her looked dazed and stunned after coming before,
but never this much.  She had apparently got more than she
bargained for.
     
     Dee Dee, half-embarrassed and half giggling with
excitement at having been a part of this, grinned and wiped
the cunt juices away from her cheek with one finger.  "She's
a wet one, isn't she?" she smiled at Laura.
     
     Laura smiled back, bemused, but she knew Deshona would
not find it amusing.  Though it was a normal, if rare,
occurrence to gush like this, Deshona often did it, and was
fiercely embarrassed by it.  Fortunately, she still seemed
rocked enough by her dual orgasms to be still remote from
them, still drifting slowly back.  Laura rolled to the side
and grabbed a small towel from the bedstand, handing it to
Dee Dee.
     
     She watched her wipe Deshona's shiny cunt nectars from
her face.  It was really a beautiful face.  And a completely
gorgeous, deeply black naked body below.  Again Laura was
overcome by the disparity in her vision of Dee Dee as this
acutely desirable black fuck-goddess and the reality of her
sleazy drug addictions and feckless ways.  She scooted
around Deshona's body and drew Dee Dee down to the mattress,
eagerly wanting to fuck her again, remembering their hot
moments together the previous night.
     
     Dee Dee smiled.  "I was wondering when you were going
to get around to me," she teased, eyes still glazed but also
throbbing with sex.  "I'm getting hornier by the second,
watching you two go off."
     
     "Mmmm, does that mean you want to `go off'?" Laura
nuzzled her bare black shoulder.
     
     Dee Dee cupped her beautiful small breasts in both
hands, offering them to Laura.  "I want you to make me go
off like she did . . . you know, make me yelp and beg."
     
     "Oh," Laura replied, feeling a wild rush of lust shoot
through her body, "I think I might be able to do that."
     
     She thought she had enjoyed Dee Dee's wonderful body as
much as she could last night, when she had been semi-
obsessed by the idea that she would never be able to touch
it again, but now she had all of it offered to her anew, and
her joy was instant and intense.  She swarmed over Dee Dee
so passionately that it appeared to startle them both,
scooping up the girl's marvelous little breasts in both
hands and hungrily sucking Dee Dee's soft, coal-black
nipples until they grew thick and rubbery between her lips
and Dee Dee began to whimper uncontrollably.
     
     "Oh shit, yes, I love it when you do that!" she gasped
to Laura.
     
     Laura saw her looking to the side and realized that
Deshona had rejoined them, having recovered from her pile-
driving orgasms, and was sidling up on the other side of Dee
Dee's body, an amused smirk on her lovely face.
     
     "Do I get some too?"
     
     Laura grinned.  "Anything you can steal from me you can
have," she murmured, releasing one of Dee Dee's breasts from
her hand, which Deshona immediately began to stroke and kiss
and lick.
     
     "I don't know why you want  boobs like mine when you
have these," Deshona murmured to Dee Dee, laving the shiny,
pointing black nipple with her long tongue, then sucking it
as hungrily as Laura had been doing.
     
     For a few seconds, Dee Dee simply yielded her body, her
breasts, to them, arching her back, dropping into a semi-
swoon, even holding her breasts underneath with the fingers
of both hands as if to make sure neither Laura or Deshona
stopped doing what they were doing.  But then she sat up
halfway, onto her elbows.
     
     "Excuse me, you guys . . . just a minute.  Okay?"  She
pulled herself gently free of them and scooted off the bed.
"I've got to have just a little bump."
     
     Flabbergasted, both Laura and Deshona looked at one
another in amazement, then followed Dee Dee's impossibly
delicious naked black body as she bounced back over to
Laura's vanity table.
     
     "I guess we really are a little out of it," Laura said
under her breath, as they watched Dee Dee quickly raise a
creased dollar bill to her nose and run it past her nostrils
as she inhaled something.
     
     "No shit, Sherlock," Deshona said in the same awed,
disbelieving tones.
     
     Dee Dee saw the expressions on their faces as she
returned to the bed.  "Sure you don't want some?  I have
enough."
     
     "I'm sure you do," Laura said as they pulled her down
between them again.
     
     Somehow, she realized, even though this moment was
radically bizarre and discomfited her and Deshona
completely, it also paradoxically seemed to heighten their
lust for Dee Dee, and they both swarmed all over her naked
body with redoubled hunger.  Deshona especially surprised
Laura by her sexual hunger for Dee Dee's delectable,
incredibly smooth young flesh.
     
     They began again sucking both of Dee Dee's nipples at
the same time, but quickly Deshona slid lower, kissing Dee
Dee's phenomenal hard abs and caressing her thighs, sliding
her hands under Dee Dee's incredible ass.
     
     "God, will you look at the ass this girl's got?" she
panted, as if speaking to Laura but really speaking to no
one but herself.  "Dee Dee, you have a beautiful ass."
     
     Laura was now kissing Dee Dee's neck while still
hungrily massaging her saliva-wet breasts and nipples with
her fingers.  She noticed that Dee Dee, even though both
Laura and Deshona were heatedly kissing and caressing her
naked body, was curiously remote, her face somehow suspended
in a state of dreamy bliss, her expression completely
failing to reflect the urgent, sizzling lust that both
Deshona and Laura were unleashing on her body.  Her mouth
was, however, curled up at the sides in a weird, sensual
smile, showing that they were getting through to her in a
way, at least.
     
     After observing this, Laura glanced down to see Deshona
now pressing her mouth vigorously into Dee Dee's pussy.
Nothing in Dee Dee's expression had given her reason to
suspect this, and her first reaction was shock.  Oh god,
don't do that! she wanted to gasp out loud, but she held it
back.  How could she stop her?   The damage, whatever there
might be, was already done.  Dee Dee might have a festering
pit of horrible germs down there, for all they knew, but it
was too late.  Anyway, Laura could smell the delicious fuck-
odors wafting up to her, and they made her pussy absolutely
jangle and throb.
     
     "Ahhnnnn!"   Finally a moan escaped from Dee Dee's
lips.
     
     Her body even twisted a little, gleaming and
deliciously black against Laura's white sheets, arousing
Laura further.  Deshona looked up at Laura, her eyes dark
and shiny with sex, throbbing, glowing, her lips smeared
with pussy juice.
     
     "She has one of those little rings," she said to Laura,
as if astonished.  "Look."
     
     Deshona flicked the silvery little ring with the tip of
one finger, grinning as if she had made a super-amusing
discovery.  "I know," Laura smiled and nodded.
     
     Did you forget I fucked her last night?  Though I
didn't kiss it, like you're doing.  Laura suddenly felt
herself filling with envy.  I want to kiss it, she realized.
I wanted to like crazy last night.  I still want to.
     
     She slid down Dee Dee's squirming body eagerly,
throwing caution to the winds.  Oh hell, we'll all go
together, I guess, she thought.  I can't have her halfway.
I have to have all of her.  She smiled sexily at Deshona.
     
     "Me too?  Don't I get some?"
     
     Deshona had spread open Dee Dee's pussy with her
fingers, and the insides were fiery magenta colored and
oozing shiny juices.  Oh god, what a pretty pussy! Laura
thought.  It was as black as midnight around the edges, the
vulva puffy and puckered.  She inched her body forward,
taking over, and thrust her tongue deep into it.  Many women
would have twitched or groaned at this tongue-penetration,
but Dee Dee gave no sign she noticed.
     
     How weird, Laura thought, nevertheless not letting it
interfere with her own pleasure.  She licked and sucked and
tongued it rapaciously, luxuriating in the tangy, tart taste
of Dee Dee's cunt nectars flowing over her tongue, feeling
Deshona's fingertips tenderly caressing her own bare
shoulders and back as she looked on.
     
     "Want you to fuck me," Dee Dee suddenly murmured, out
of the blue, in a distant, dreamy voice.  "Want you . . .
both to . . . fuck me . . . fuck me . . . hard . . . fuck me
hard . . ."
     
     Laura looked back over her shoulder at Deshona.
Deshona smirked ambiguously and shrugged.
     
     "Give her what she wants," she whispered darkly,
raising one eyebrow.
     
     Laura could tell that Deshona felt the same way about
Dee Dee that she did.  Dee Dee was sunk deep in some drug
stupefaction she had brought on by sniffing that powder, and
it was depressing to be caressing someone who barely
acknowledged that you were touching her.  And yet, her naked
body, and her face too, were exceptionally beautiful.  She
was a stunning creature no matter how you cut it, and being
in bed with her like this was phenomenally exciting
sexually.  Deshona had clearly never been in bed with two
women at once before, and she was relishing every second of
it.
     
     On the other hand, it felt kind of sinister to Laura
for them to take advantage of her this way.  Dee Dee was
somehow deadened and slack, clearly enjoying what they were
doing but also so remote from it in her mind that you could
not say she was really there.  Wouldn't it be wrong to
`fuck' her `hard,' as she was requesting?  How could you
feel good about it when she appeared to be so desensitized
that she could barely register a sign of having felt your
touch?
     
     Laura quickly made up her mind.  No implements.  No,
we'll just turn up the heat this way until she comes.
Nothing but us.
     
     As much as she wanted Dee Dee's body, she wanted it to
be over with, too, and was getting anxious about her meeting
at one o'clock.  Somehow she knew in the back of her mind
that Dee Dee was thinking of the drawer, which she had
discovered the previous night, and the thrilling but deviant
devices Laura kept hidden there.   To her mild surprise, it
turned out that Deshona was thinking the same thing, but
without Laura's squeamishness.
     
     "We should use that thing of yours," she whispered to
Laura, almost conspiratorially.  "You know . . . the one we
did each other with when your mouth was hurting."
     
     Deshona's eyes were almost glassy with sexual
excitement as she mentioned it.  You darling little fuck
slut, Laura thought.  How glad I am I ever managed to light
your fires.  You really want to fuck this poor little
druggie, don't you.
     
     But she realized she was shaking her head.  She could
tell from the way Deshona was looking at her, as if she had
expected Laura readily to go along with her suggestion.
Without answering, Laura pressed her mouth back into Dee
Dee's splayed, glistening red pussy and resumed licking it
passionately, this time even more aggressively, sliding two
fingers up into the warm, greasy channel too.  She continued
this for about two minutes, but unfortunately Dee Dee
responded as lethargically as before, even though whimpering
softly and tossing her head.
     
     It was the first time Laura could remember when she had
not been able to get a reaction, especially when she cranked
up the heat in this fashion.  Deshona, as if sensing her
bewilderment, slid down next to her, still caressing her
back tenderly, kissing Laura's shoulder.
     
     "I mean it," she whispered.  "Maybe it's the only thing
that'll get her attention."
     
     Laura gave her a lubricious grin.  "You just want to
fuck her, you nasty thing.  Don't you."
     
     Laura remembered the delight Deshona had taken in
fucking her, Laura, with the strap-on.  Deshona nodded, her
eyes glowing, her mouth trembling with a sexual excitement
that was hard to contain.  Oh well, Laura shrugged, tilting
her head toward the dresser in a mute acknowledgment that
she gave her consent.
     
     Deshona was off the bed in a flash, returning seconds
later with the long, ridged strap-on dildo.  Oh shit, Laura
realized, she must've seen all the other things in that
drawer when she got it out!  But by now things were
beginning to happen too fast for her to worry about it.
Laura couldn't take her eyes off Deshona's naked body as she
slipped into the harness.  Her amazingly round, hard breasts
bobbed and swayed.  Her short but beautifully shaped legs
made you want to reach out and stroke them.
     
     Dee Dee too seemed to come to life as her eyelids
fluttered open and she saw Deshona climbing onto the bed
with the long shaft bobbing menacingly, sticking out from
her groin.
     
     "Oh yessssss!" she sighed, stretching out, letting her
deeply black thighs yawn even more widely open, even holding
up her arms as if to receive Deshona.  "Fuck me . . . yes .
. . fuck me . . ."
     
     Just the sign that she was coming to life was enough to
ignite Laura's lust again.  She watched as Deshona, aiming
carefully with one hand, slid the strap-on dildo up into Dee
Dee's inflamed, gaping cunt, then turned her attention to
Dee Dee's face as the girl's eyes rolled up, and she
quivered and moaned.
     
     "Ohhhnnnnn shit . . . oh shit that feels good!" Dee Dee
moaned, again whimpering as Deshona began to fuck her,
moving the cock in and out, leaning forward, her large
breasts swooping forward.
     
     Watching Deshona fuck Dee Dee with long, slow strokes
from the thick, ridged pole totally hypnotized Laura for
several minutes.  Her feelings about both women were so
complex and intense that seeing them locked together in this
raw physical act was fatally hypnotic.  She fell into a near-
trance, watching Deshona's face as she fucked Dee Dee in a
solemn, serious, deliberate way, slowly pushing the long
shaft deep into the girl's pussy, then pulling it out just
as slowly.  Laura could feel a tingle travel through her
whole body as she watched Dee Dee's shiny wet black pussy
lips cling to the convex ridges of the dildo as it slid back
out of her wet slit, the bright glistening salmon colored
flesh inside her cunt showing around the edges before
Deshona pushed forward again, sinking it back in.
     
     Deshona was absorbed, her face frozen in a rapt
expression of total concentration.  Laura knew this was a
stirring experience for her since she was so emotionally
complex, so self-controlled outwardly, and yet so
potentially hot and at the same time vulnerable within.  She
and Laura had been through a lot and had tormented one
another in various ways, but their bond was deep.  Laura had
often been jealous of Deshona for the obvious pleasure she
got from fucking with Charles, but somehow she could not
feel bad about her fucking Dee Dee, getting this thrill from
another, even though it temporarily put Laura herself in the
shadows.  Deshona was so absorbed in it that she seemed to
have forgotten that Laura was there.
     
     As for Dee Dee, the complex of feelings she aroused in
Laura befuddled her totally.  Dee Dee seemed completely
slack and unfeeling as Deshona slowly fucked her, except for
an occasional twist or faint whimper, as if she were
dreaming of being fucked instead of actually doing it.  And
yet her body and her face were phenomenally desirable.  She
was silky and supple and deliciously black and smooth, her
breasts amazing little globes of perfection, her soft black
nipples gleaming, her abs taut and rippling, her thighs
sleek, like black velvet against Deshona's lighter brown
skin.
     
     And yet she was such a total, incorrigible pest, so
self-indulgent and weak, so full of loneliness and self-pity
and infantile defiance, and devious tricks, that part of
Laura wished they had never met.  She especially wished it
since Dee Dee was Sara's sister, and the mere thought of
Sara made her heart leap and also made her want to cry.
What have I done?  Oh god, Sara, I love you!
     
     Partly to get her mind off these lugubrious thoughts,
and partly to join this smoldering, scintillating spectacle
she saw going forward right in front of her, Laura slid
closer to their slowly churning bodies.  Deshona's back,
probably the most beautiful of any back she had ever kissed
and caressed, with its curves and smooth cambers and shadowy
groove down the center, beckoned her touch, and she crouched
behind her as Deshona kept deliberately and rhythmically
fucking Dee Dee, pressing her naked breasts into the smooth
flesh, kissing Deshona's perfect shoulderblades, murmuring
senseless little nothings to her, just wanting to be a part
of this mesmerizing moment.
     
     Deshona looked back over her shoulder and smiled.  She
shook her head.  "She's not going to come," she whispered to
Laura.  "Nothing's going to make her."
     
     Laura nodded.  "I am, though."
     
     "Again?"
     
     Laura nodded slowly, eyelids heavy, breath coming
quick.
     
     "Guess you want Mama to give it to you instead, eh?"
Deshona cocked a suggestive eyebrow.
     
     She was already pulling the cock out of Dee Dee's pussy
and turning, smiling in that weird, smirky, impossibly sexy
way she had, as if to say `Dry ice, baby-careful where you
touch me, `cause I burn!'.  Laura was onto her back, with
Deshona rising up over her supine body, in seconds.  Deshona
was nearly as grim and deliberate as she had been while
fucking Dee Dee, whom they now both ignored.
     
     She looked into Laura's eyes, after glancing briefly
down and guiding it with her hand to make sure the dildo was
going where she intended.  Laura was so aroused that she
wondered if she might come as soon as it slid into her.  The
shockingly intense buildup to this moment, and the swirling
welter of emotions she was feeling, combined to make her
exquisitely horny.  Oh god, I am going to come so fast! she
realized.
     
     It was as if she had not already climaxed twenty
minutes or so earlier.  Moreover, they were fucking face to
face, as a man and woman usually fucked, but something Laura
wondered if they had ever done before.  Deshona leaned down
to embrace her, and Laura felt the hard balls of her breasts
mash into her own, and opened her mouth as well as the rest
of her body to this sweet invasion.  Deshona's tongue snaked
into it, and at almost the same instant Laura could feel the
stalk of the strap-on dildo pierce deep into her pussy,
until the head of it rammed against her cervix.
     
     "Ungghh!" she groaned, writhing, clutching Deshona,
digging her fingers this time into the woman's gorgeous
naked back.
     
     "Did I hurt you?" Deshona panted against her teeth, not
taking her mouth from Laura's, still kissing her with
scorching passion.
     
     "No.  Unhhh!  Oh god, I love you to fuck me!"
     
     And she did not come quickly, as she had feared.  They
both were breathing very hard, but Deshona continued to lean
close, to clasp Laura's body urgently to hers, to fuck her
with slow, patient deliberation, and Laura could feel the
urgency of her imminent climax abate.  They fucked with
rhythmic sensuality for several minutes, Deshona
periodically dropping her hand to make sure the dildo didn't
slip, then pushing it in deep, so deep that Laura felt like
it became part of her body, deeply embedded in her throbbing
cunt, tickling her very roots.
     
     And this was the sign that she was about to come.  She
could feel ripples of fire suddenly shooting through her
body.
     
     "Oh god . . . honey!" she gasped into Deshona's
beautiful round, smooth shoulder.  "I'm going to come . . .
now.  Unhhhh!"
     
     She had held it off until now, but suddenly it began to
light her up.  Deshona clasped her body even harder, and
jabbed her with the strap-on, and Laura simply dissolved in
a hot bath of coming, moaning and undulating as the shocks
wrenched her.
     
     "Unnnhhhhiieeee!  Unnnhhhhiieeee!  Oh! Unnnhhhhiieeee!"
she wailed, her flesh throbbing as waves of honeyfire rolled
through her.
     
     When they dissipated, she realized that Deshona was
still clutching her desperately, their groins still locked
together, the strap-on dildo still embedded deep in Laura's
aching pussy.  She could feel the almost spastic quivering
of Deshona's body, and hear the desperate little squeaks of
her frantic breathing.
     
     "Don't move!" Deshona gasped to her, as Laura hinted at
disentangling their bodies.  "No . . . don't move!  Unhhhhh!
Just . . . put your hand down there.  Yes . . . like that.
Oh god!  Yes!"
     
     "Oh, you're going to come too!" Laura panted, her
fingers slipping under the harness and the base of the
dildo, finding the warm gooey wetness of Deshona's flooding
pussy.
     
     A sharp tremor gripped Deshona's luscious body as she
felt Laura's fingers invade her sopping-wet cunt.  "Unhhh!
Yes!  Do it . . . do it . . . yes . . . do it . . ." she
chanted, almost maniacally, now gyrating her hips and
pushing her pussy into Laura's fingers, and also pushing the
dildo in and out of Laura's pussy again.
     
     Fucking Laura with it had aroused her so much that she
too was on the edge of another orgasm, and within seconds it
engulfed her.
     
     "Oh Jesus . . . oh Jesus!" she groaned, her fingers
digging into Laura's back, her breasts mashing down into
Laura's as she rubbed her body against Laura urgently.  "Oh
. . . oh!  Unngghmmnniiiiaaaaaa!" she cried out.  "Oh!
Unngghmmnniiiiaaaaaa!"
     
     The beginnings of a violent orgasm stiffened her body,
then released it into a succession of convulsive shocks.
With her free hand, Laura embraced her, pulling her down
into her body, sucking her shoulder and her neck and still
rubbing her pussy vigorously with her fingers as three sharp
jolts of coming shook Deshona and left her gagging and
sputtering, slumped now on top of Laura's body.  For several
long seconds they lay that way, glued together, panting,
totally oblivious to anything but the tingling and
aftershocks of their shared orgasms.
     
     Laura kissed her ear.  "I don't know how to thank you,"
she whispered, playfully.  "I really needed that.  The
second time really rattles my brain.  Not to mention my
pussy.  Now I feel ready for my meeting."
     
     Deshona lifted her head and smiled, a dreamy, blasted,
sexually-stunned smile at Laura.  "I'm so glad you liked
it," she half-gasped, still panting.  "Seemed to work for me
too."
     
     "You guys!  I'm so jealous!" Dee Dee said, pouting,
sitting up beside them, having watched the whole thing.
"You didn't even do me long enough for me to come!"
     
     Laura and Deshona grinned at one another, amused, and
now slowly disentangled their bodies.  Deshona wiped off the
strap-on dildo with one corner of the bed sheet.  Both had a
thin sheen of sweat coating their flesh from their hot
moment, making them gleam.
     
     "Look at you, you're all wet," Dee Dee said in a hushed
voice, as if in awe of them.  "You two are really hot.  I
never saw anybody fuck like that."
     
     Deshona and Laura, moving as if in synchronization, as
if they both knew the plan, pulled Dee Dee down on the
mattress between them.
     
     "Mmmm, we're going to give you one last chance," Laura
murmured, kissing the girl's smooth black neck, nuzzling her
under the chin, cupping one of Dee Dee's marvelous breasts
in one hand squeezing it meaningfully.
     
     Deshona slid behind her, pressing those marvelous round
breasts into Dee Dee's very black and sinuous back, kissing
her shoulderblades, murmuring too.  "I'm going to fuck you
with it, Dee Dee," she whispered.  "Do you want me to fuck
you with it?  Do you think you can come this time?"
     
     Dee Dee froze, then sat up between them, as if an idea
had just struck her.  "I just need another quick little
bump," she said, scooting down the bed toward the edge.
     
     Both Laura and Deshona grabbed her before she could
reach the end of the bed, pulling her back.
     
     "No, no, no bumps," Laura said.
     
     "But-"
     
     "We can't wait," Deshona panted, running her light
brown hands all over Dee Dee's sleek black body as they drew
her back between them.  "We have to fuck you now . . . we
can't wait."
     
     "Ohhh!" Dee Dee sighed as both Laura and Deshona began
to swarm all over her heatedly, much more aggressively and
passionately than they had done the first time.
     
     They overwhelmed her with everything in their arsenal,
and Dee Dee was soon writhing and whimpering, twisting
excitedly between them.  Laura was all over her marvelous
young breasts, while Deshona managed to slip the dildo into
her from behind and began fucking her with it much more
forcefully than she had done earlier.  She and Laura both
seemed tacitly to realize that the only way Dee Dee was
going to come was to be inundated by sharp, fierce, heated
fucking, before she could lapse into her reeling trance.
     
     "Ungghh!  Ungghh!  Ohnngghh!  Ungghh!" she grunted
softly as Deshona fucked her.
     
     And now Laura, throwing caution to the winds, slid down
Dee Dee's marvelous lean body to her pussy, watching the
long ridged shaft of the dildo slide in and out of it as
Deshona fucked her.  She realized that there was probably
one quick way to make Dee Dee come.  Last night had taught
her that.
     
     While Deshona fucked her, Laura leaned across the bed
to the small table where she kept her baby oil and greased
two fingers quickly with it.  "Stop a minute," she said
softly to Deshona.  "Pull it out."
     
     Deshona, her face questioning Laura, pulled the dildo
slowly out of Dee Dee's beautiful inflamed pussy.  Laura's
fingers slipped quickly under it, between Dee Dee's
incredible firm buns, and up into her ass.
     
     "Annngghh!" Dee Dee groaned, looking down.
     
     "Put it in there.  We'll make her go up like a rocket,"
Laura said, looking up at Deshona.
     
     She pulled her fingers out and guided the dildo with
them up into Dee Dee's ass.  Deshona, who had never really
done this before to Laura's knowledge, not in the ass, was
wooden and reluctant and needed encouragement.
     
     "Go ahead," Laura prompted.  "Fuck her.  She'll
explode."
     
     "Are you sure?"
     
     "I'm sure.  Do it."
     
     Slowly, holding it with her hand, Deshona began to
thrust.   The ridged dildo moved up into Dee Dee's ass.
     
     "Ohhhhhhh!" she whimpered, looking wildly back over her
shoulder, as if she could see the invader.
     
     But she quickly whipped it back to the front as Laura
began to simply inhale her pussy.  Hell, if I'm going to pay
for this, I might as well enjoy it to the max, Laura
thought.  She sucked and slurped Dee Dee's wonderful black-
lipped pussy voraciously, stabbing her tongue deep into the
squinchy wet hot-pink flesh in the deep glistening trench,
finding Dee Dee's clit and tormenting it with her tongue and
her lips until the girl was whinnying and jackknifing as she
never had done earlier.
     
     We're going to get you there this time, honey! Laura
thought, looking up to see Deshona's face all contorted with
tension as she began to fuck Dee Dee's ass more and more
forcefully.  Then Laura looked in Dee Dee's eyes and could
actually see the beginnings of her orgasm reflected there.
She is going to come! she realized.   It's working!  Even
through all that drug shit she piled on, we're getting
through!
     
     "She's going to come," she gasped to Deshona, her lips
glazed with thick nectars of pussy juice from Dee Dee's
delicious cunt.  "Get ready.  Give it to her hard."
     
     And Dee Dee's lovely body was now undulating
helplessly, rapidly, in the grip of an inevitable rhythm.
     
     "Ohhnnnnn . . . ohhnnnnn!  Oh yes!  Ohnnggghhhh!
Ungghh!  Aungghh!" she groaned, wincing as Deshona plunged
the dildo up deep into her ass.
     
     Laura now introduced two fingers into Dee Dee's pussy
too, as she continued to suck the girl's clit hungrily.  She
didn't know how anybody could fail to come in a situation
like this.  God, I would've exploded into a thousand pieces
seconds ago, she thought.  And then, without warning, she
knew Dee Dee was going to come.  She had seen it in her
eyes, a faraway spark, a jagged leap of light.  But when?
How long would it take?
     
     She could hear Deshona grunting and panting as she
drove the strap-on dildo up into Dee Dee's ass repeatedly.
And she could hear Dee Dee's clipped, strangled moans and
faint whinnying now and then, as she climbed closer to the
pinnacle.  She's there . . . she's there, Laura thought,
hoping, sucking her, fucking her harder with her fingers.
Come, honey, come!  We want you to come!  Please!
     
     Suddenly, she felt an involuntary twitch in one of Dee
Dee's silky black thighs, against which her free hand was
resting.  She glanced up to see Dee Dee almost crunching her
lovely small breasts in both hands, twisting her nipples,
her face frozen in a grimace of excruciating ecstasy.   A
deep shudder then shook her body, and a helpless throttled
cawing arose from deep in her throat.
     
     She began to come, and it was like a death rattle.
Both Laura and Deshona seemed to realize at once-and
together-that fucking her any more would be pointless.  Dee
Dee erupted in a long, rolling, agonizing, nearly silent
orgasm that wrenched her quivering body repeatedly for
nearly a half minute while Laura and Deshona ceased moving
and held her pinned between them.  After this long period of
quivering and shaking, her voice somehow returned, and
keening, painful moans began to flow from her lungs.
     
     "Auunnnnnnn . . . oohhnnnnnn . . . aahhhhhnnnnn!" she
moaned, the flexing of her body now evening out, slowing
down, until she was not moving but only moaning.
     
     After a while, even the moaning tapered away, and she
lay nearly comatose, panting softly.
     
     "Hold on . . . I'm going to take it out," Deshona
whispered to her, slowly removing the dildo from her ass,
trying to make the exit easy.
     
     Laura wiped her own fingers and her lips on the sheet.
"Well . . ." she purred to Dee Dee, trying to be as tender
and conciliating as she could be, "we finally got you there,
eh?"
     
     Dee Dee had the same look on her face that Deshona had
had earlier: blasted, wiped out, dazed, shocked.  "Didn't
think I was going to get there," she confessed, half-
ashamed, still breathless.  "Guess I had a little too much-"
     
     "Never mind that," Laura cut her off.  "What matters is
that you got to the finish line."  She smiled at Deshona.
"We both had a wonderful time bringing you there."
     
     Dee Dee flopped back to the mattress on her back,
sighing, stretching, her marvelous little black breasts
jiggling, her soft gleaming nipples dancing.  "Give me just
a minute to recover, okay?"
     
     Laura nodded to the bathroom, beckoning Deshona to
follow her.  There was a large, half-full bottle of
Listerine on the sink countertop, which she had bought right
after her root canal job to rinse with.  She poured a glass
for herself and one for Deshona.
     
     "Wash your mouth out," she said, under her breath,
beginning to run the Listerine vigorously around inside her
own mouth.
     
     "You know something I don't?" Deshona asked, raising
her eyebrow.
     
     "Yes . . . I do.  Rinse.  Rinse twice."
     
     Deshona obeyed, looking curious and chastened at the
same time.
     
     "Wash your hands too," Laura said, washing her own.
"With this anti-bacterial soap."
     
     While Deshona was rinsing her mouth, Laura happened to
glance at the small travel clock which she always kept on
the sink in the bathroom, just to check now and then.  It
was already two-twenty.
     
     "Oh, shit!" she snapped.
     
     "Wha?" Deshona asked, in mid-gargle, her eyebrows going
up.
     
     Laura pointed at the clock.  "I missed my meeting!  Oh,
fuck!"
     
     In the bedroom, Dee Dee was now sitting up, on the edge
of the bed.  Laura hastily retrieved her clothes and tossed
them to her.  She wasn't trying to rush her, but Dee Dee
still looked phenomenally alluring, sitting there completely
naked, all her delicious smooth black flesh exposed.  And
Deshona now came in from the bathroom, also stark naked,
with her luscious firm round breasts swaying, and her
amused, aloof demeanor as usual so hot and provocative to
Laura.
     
     "I've got to get out of here, guys," Laura said, trying
not to become hysterical.  "I've missed my meeting.  I've
got to get back.  It may still be going."
     
     She knew that, having missed it, she had to overcome
her temptation to just call in sick and spend the rest of
the afternoon fucking with these two incredible beauties.
     
     Deshona walked to the chair and began to pull on her
things.  "You can blame it on me," she said, nobly.  "Just
tell them I kept you long at lunch over a business idea.
They'll understand."
     
     Laura shot her a suspicious glance.  She knew Deshona
had been meeting that very morning with Rhonda, before
running into Laura.  Was this a veiled allusion to her clout
with the boss?  And exactly what was the history of all
that, anyway?
     
     She herself was almost dressed already.  She looked
over to see Dee Dee only now pulling up her panties.
     
     "Hurry, Dee Dee.  We have to hurry."
     
     Dee Dee frowned.  "Sorry."  She smiled sweetly at
Laura, as sweetly as she could, being ultimately devious,
and humorless, even though obviously still half-reeling from
the thrill of her stupendous orgasm.  "You know," she said
mock-innocently, while zipping up her jeans, still naked
from the waist up, "I'm picking up Sara at the airport this
evening at six-forty.  You want me to give her a message?"
     
     Laura was briefly aware that both she and Deshona
stopped breathing at this instant, though for only a second.
Laura could feel the blood drain from her face, and she felt
Deshona looking at her.  Dee Dee waited, with an ambiguous
smirk on her face.
     
     Laura gave her a tight smile.  "Tell her to call me . .
. as soon as she gets the chance."  She looked straight into
Dee Dee's eyes.  "Tell her I'm dying to see her."
     
     Dee Dee nodded blankly.
     
     Oh god, just don't tell her we did this! Laura thought.
Oh god, how can she not find out?
     
     Deshona could see Laura's anguish.  Both of them were
dressed now, and they stared at Dee Dee as if to pressure
her to move faster.  Finally, she was dressed too.  Laura
purposely supervised her search for items she might be
tempted to leave behind.
     
     Outside, Dee Dee climbed into Sara's car.  "I had fun,"
she squinted into the sun, smiling at Laura and Deshona.
"Sorry we can't do it again."  She turned her face to
Deshona, wondering if there might be a possibility there.
     
     Deshona smiled back, opaquely.  She and Laura watched
Dee Dee drive off, then got into Deshona's Mercedes.  On the
drive back downtown, Laura thought of taunting and teasing
Deshona about Dee Dee's obvious invitation but decided to
forego it.   If she wants to fuck her again, after all that
we just went through, then how can I object?  She looked
over at Deshona, who was driving with her eyes intently on
the road and the hair-raising traffic.
     
     "Did you have fun?" Laura asked.
     
     Deshona gave her the brief, patented, sexy-aloof smirk.
"She was okay . . . but you were the one who really rattled
my cage."
     
     Laura blushed happily, not having expected this reply.
"So . . . you never did tell me why you looked so guilty
this morning when I ran into you coming out of the bathroom.
What's going on?  Does it have to do with Rhonda?"
     
     Deshona swallowed, gripping the steering wheel more
tightly.  "She . . . wanted to invite me for dinner."  She
swallowed again.  "I think she . . ."  Then she turned her
face to Laura, unable to control her sly glee.  "I think she
might be a little like you, Laura."
     
     "Right here," Laura interrupted her.  "Stop right here.
Let me off at the corner.  I've got to run into the drug
store for a minute and get some breath mints before I go
in."
     
     Deshona pulled the car over and then put a finger on
Laura's hand.  Her eyes were very serious now, full of deep
regard for Laura, resonating with the rich emotional history
of their relationship.  "I hope everything works out okay
with her."
     
     Laura was already half out the door.  She looked back,
touched.  "You do, don't you."
     
     Deshona nodded.  "I do.  Just call, okay?"
     
     "Promise," Laura said, then slipped out, shut the door,
and waved goodbye.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
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The Laura story chapters are now available, in both text and
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