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Saturday, July 31, 2004

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Lucy's Diary

(g-solo[11] gg[11] dream hs ped)



By Aaron Webster



Opening Statements

This story is part of the Schoolgirl Scandals series archived at
/~aaronwebster/

These stories contain scenes of a sexual nature, involving adults,
teenagers, preteens and others.

If this disturbs you, or it is illegal for you to view this type of
material in your area, you should STOP READING NOW!

This story may be freely distributed across the internet or in print,
provided:

- That the entire text (including these opening statements) is preserved
intact.

- That you drop me an e-mail to badteecha to let me know
where it is (who knows I may even make a link to your site).

- That, if you archive it on a pay-site, you at least give me a password
in.

Finally: This story is a fantasy. All characters are fictitious and I
in no way condone acts of a sexual or violent nature towards minors. If
you are unable to differentiate between fantasy & reality, please don't
read this story.



The Story (241 words)

Monday, 10th September 2001.

Dear Jesica

I cant beleve bob the builder is no 1!! Amy told me she listened to the
top 40 after I went home yestaday.

Wen I got got home last nite I tuk all my clothes of and lied down on my
bed. Wen I was lying their I got all my teddy bares and soft toys and
stroked them all over my body. All there fur felt all tikkly and tingly
aganst my soft skin. It was like wen Amys leg tuched mine. Then sudenly I
was dreeming it was Amy rubing all over me insted of the teddys. I felt a
bit gilty dreeming about Amy like that cos Im not a lezbo cos I fancy Ian
but even so cudnt stop dreeming of the feel of Amys skin on mine and even
wen my fingers felt my pussy I dreemed it was her fingers.

I waked up nakid in a pile of teddy bares on my bed.

In register this morning Sam kept saying her nipples was getting hard
evry time Mr Michaels come close to her. I think he must of herd cos he
looked all embrased.

Mum sed sum thing to Luke tonite but she wudnt say wat and he got all
sulky. In the end he went and had a shower and he was in there neerly an
our!! Wat dos he find to do in their!!

Im mistified Jesica.

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Dramatis Personae
Stars:

Amy Archer Lucy Richards

Guest Stars: Charles Michaels Alison Richards Luke Richards Samantha
Thomas
Mentioned:

Ian Reese



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Monday, July 26, 2004

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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

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