Chapter 130



     Bernice had briefly mentioned the scratches on Laura's
shoulders, and asked about the bandage on her forearm.  This
had given Laura a good chance to practice her excuses,
knowing she would have to give them to Trina sooner rather
than later.  Her forearm wound she blamed on an accident at
work, but there was no plausible explanation for the
shoulder scratches.

     "She must be some hot bitch," Bernice had said, eyes
wide.

     Laura had smiled ruefully.  "Hot and nasty," she had
said under her breath.

     Bernice's eyes had twinkled.  "But you like `em like
that, right?"

     Laura smiled, remembering it.  Bernice did not seem to
have a jealous bone in her marvelous body.  So unlike
Sholandra, Yvette, Trina, nearly all the others.

     To Trina, over the phone, she said nearly the same
thing.  Accident at work.  Didn't feel well.

     "I can make you feel better, I bet," Trina said,
suggestively.

     Maybe I can bring it off, Laura thought.  She had a
clever plan.  "I dare you to try," she said, letting her
voice smoulder through the phone.

     That night she delayed her visit to Trina's until
Shawna was asleep, then told Trina she had just ducked out
of an evening meeting long enough to see her and hurry back.
They would have to be quick about it.

     She knew how exciting it could be to fuck when
partially clothed, filled with frantic urgency, as she and
Yvette had too often done at work.  She wore a jersey
turtleneck and a fantastic lacy black bra that opened in
front.  She figured that in the heat of the moment she could
get through to the end without even removing the turtleneck.

     It was a risky strategy but it worked completely.   She
got to Trina's apartment about nine p.m.  Anticipating her
arrival, Trina was herself clothed only in a ravishing peach
chemise, with a bathrobe on top, which she very seductively
opened for Laura as soon as Laura was inside.

     "You like?" she teased.  "You want a peek?"

     "I want more than a peek."

      Laura embraced her and kissed her passionately.  It
was part of her strategy to so overwhelm Trina with lust
that in their hot rush to fuck, Trina would not insist on
taking off Laura's turtleneck.  She kissed Trina's marvelous
smooth black neck and removed the bathrobe at the same time,
letting her hands slip under the chemise and run all over
Trina's wonderful flesh.

     "God, girl, you hot tonight," Trina panted, excited by
Laura's onslaught.

     "I want you.  I haven't been able to think of anything
else all day," Laura murmured.  "I've dreamed all day of
fucking you."

     "Mmmm, you always make me so hot when you say that,"
Trina whispered.

     "Really?" Laura teased her back.  She frenched Trina's
ear, breathing the words hotly into it.  "I want to fuck you
and fuck you and fuck you."

     She pulled Trina over to the sofa, coaxing her down
onto it and pulling up the flimsy chemise, exposing Trina's
spectacular breasts.  She devoured Trina's large, bursting
nipples hungrily.  Trina was quickly carried away.

     "Oh!  Oh!  Oh god . . . hon', you driving me crazy!"
she moaned softly to Laura.

     Laura pulled her turtleneck out of her skirt and
scrunched it up under her chin.  Trina's eyes widened as she
saw the sexy black bra.  Her fingers darted to the clasp
between the cups, opening it, freeing Laura's breasts, which
she immediately took into her hands.  Laura gasped as
Trina's mouth devoured her nipples as heatedly as she had
devoured Trina's.

     "Oh god, honey, I'm so hot for you," Laura panted.

     She wasn't lying.  They were both burning up for each
other, whipped into a frenzy of lust, tearing at each
other's garments, kissing and stroking and sucking each
other's flesh.  Somehow, as Laura had recognized, being half-
clothed made them hornier than ever.  Laura managed to get
her skirt off, but she still had her panties and her shoes
on as she slid between Trina's thighs and began to lick the
girl's beautiful black pussy aggressively.

     Trina came less than a minute later, pushing her face
into one of the sofa pillows to keep her cries from
awakening her daughter.  Her flexing, writhing body so
thrilled Laura that she couldn't stop but kept sucking and
tonguing Trina's pussy until she came again, seconds later.

     "Auuggnnhhhh!"  Trina cried out, raising her mouth from
the pillow, looking through her glazed, enraptured eyes at
Laura, who was fucking her so heatedly.

     But as soon as the spasms began to wane, she was all
over Laura herself, even dragging her down off the sofa onto
the floor, swooping over her, dangling her luscious breasts
in Laura's face before scooping Laura's breasts up in her
hands and again sucking Laura's nipples fiercely, so hard
that Laura had to bite down to keep from crying out and
wakening Shawna.

     "Oh god . . . oh god!" she whimpered, writhing and
twisting under Trina's hot assault.  "Oh god, Trina, I love
you to fuck me!  Fuck me . . . fuck me hard!  Please!  Quick
. . . please!"

     In the back of her mind, Laura knew she was feeling
extra hot out of guilt at having fucked Sholandra and
Bernice since she last saw Trina, and Randi just before last
seeing her.  I'm a tramp, I'm a nymphomaniac, but I love to
fuck with you, Trina, she thought, giving herself totally to
Trina, who took everything Laura gave her, fucking Laura in
a white-hot tornado of lust.

     When her mouth finally reached Laura's pussy, her lips
and tongue were on fire.  Laura came in thirty seconds, her
hips shuddering and pumping frantically as a shockingly
intense orgasm hammered her body, leaving her slack and
nearly destroyed.  Finally, she propped herself on her
elbows and looked down at Trina, who was still kissing and
lovingly caressing Laura's tingling pussy.

     Trina, her lips still shiny with Laura's pussyjuice,
grinned up at her.  "Let's go in the bedroom and finish each
other off," she said.

     "God . . . you've just about finished me off already,"
Laura said, feeling a twinge of panic at the thought of
having to undress completely.

     She sat up briefly, then dragged Trina back down with
her on the floor.  She began fucking Trina again, heatedly,
before Trina could object.  And Trina was as excited by this
wild rutting on the floor as Laura was.

     They thrashed around, squealing softly, whimpering,
coming again, then kissing tenderly, then hotly again.

     "I feel like an animal, screwing on the floor like
this," Trina smiled happily.

     "You are an animal," Laura teased her.  "You can never
get enough."

     "Never get enough of you, hon'.  Do you have to hurry
back to that meeting right now?"

     "I've got ten more minutes," Laura checked her watch.
"Just enough time to make your sweet pussy sing to me."

     "Hon', my pussy be singing hallelujah already," Trina
laughed.  "Here, take off your sweater so's I can kiss you
all over."

     Again Laura felt a squirt of panic.  Trina actually
tugged the bottom part of the jersey, as if to lift it over
Laura's head.  But before she could do it, Laura engaged her
in a scorching kiss, pushing Trina down onto her back again,
filling her hands with Trina's exquisitely-shaped breasts as
she kissed her.

     "I told you I'm going to make your pussy sing again,
and I am," she whispered, excitedly kissing her way down
Trina's incredible body.

     Again she felt what she had often felt before, that she
wished she were not such a tramp, as she called herself,
that she didn't crave so many other women, because Trina was
the top, the best, the sweetest, and the most beautiful of
all.  I should be happy just with you, she thought, you
delicious creature.  I am going to make your pussy sing.

     And she kissed and sucked Trina's pussy so ardently
that Trina had another shockingly deep orgasm in about two
minutes. She gripped her own breasts, twisting them savagely
and keening deep in her throat as her body arched and
shuddered, while Laura cradled her firm, perfect buns in her
hands and licked the oozing flower hungrily.

     Afterwards, Trina was stunned, dazed by the experience,
her eyes still glassy, her breath labored.  She glanced up
from the floor, where she had been thoroughly ravished, at
Laura, who was pulling on her panties and skirt.

     "You just take advantage of a girl, then run right
off," she said softly.

     Laura reached down and offered her a hand, then helped
her to the sofa.  Trina made no effort to cover her
nakedness, which was breathtaking.

     "If you don't cover up that beautiful body of yours, I
might stay and then lose my job," Laura said.

     "I want you to stay.  Want you to do me again."

     "Temptress."

     "I'm a regular Jezebel, you know," Trina smiled, eyes
twinkling as she began to run her hands sensually over her
naked body.

     She cupped her luscious breasts and squeezed them,
twisting her large, bulbous, gleaming nipples, then pulling
one breast up to her mouth and sucking the swollen bud
inside.  Laura felt her pussy throbbing excitedly as she
watched.  Trina ran one hand down to her crotch and began to
slide her forefinger up and down in the pink petals of her
black-lipped pussy.  Her very black, glossy, voluptuous body
enchanted Laura.

     "Want you to fuck me, Miss Laura," she said, coyly.
"Don't want you to leave without fucking me again.  Don' you
want to fuck me, Miss Laura?  Don't you want to be eating on
this pretty little black pussy?  You could lick it . . . and
suck it . . ."

     She knew she was tormenting Laura, who couldn't remove
her eyes.  Suddenly, Laura dropped to her knees beside the
sofa and pressed her mouth into Trina's delectable, tempting
wet pussy, pulling the cuntlips apart with her fingers,
slipping her tongue deep into the glistening crease.  It was
wet and warm, so wet that she was amazed Trina could still
be so aroused after three or four orgasms.

     But she knew they had this effect on each other.  She
sucked and tongued Trina's inflamed pussy until the girl was
coming again, moaning and writhing in the sofa cushions, her
voluptuous black body straining and gleaming, and arousing
Laura so much again that she wanted to come herself.

     Trina knew it, and she pulled Laura down with her,
again trying to undress her.  "Girl, I'm gon' take off your
clothes and fuck you," she panted hotly into Laura's ear.

     Laura was wildly hot and excited.  She could feel how
wet her pussy was too, very wet again.  Oh god, I want it!
she thought.  I want it bad!

     "I want you bad," she whispered, gasping as Trina's
fingers came up under her skirt to her panties.

     They slipped under the elastic band into her pussy.

     "Ungh!" Laura gasped, biting her lip.  "Oh shit . . .
god, yes!  Do it hard and quick, honey!  Please!  Unghh!
Yes!"

     Trina kissed her and hand-fucked her hard, Laura fully
clothed now and lying on top of Trina, Trina completely
naked, but white-hot as she turned Laura sideways on the
sofa and brought her to a final, sharp orgasm in about
thirty seconds.

     "Oh!  Auungghhh!" Laura cried out as she came, burying
her face a split-second later in Trina's neck so as not to
waken Shawna.  "Unnmmmm!" she moaned, still coming, her body
jerking as the spasms rocked her.

     She lay, disheveled and panting, with Trina's fingers
still inside her throbbing pussy, pinned between the naked
Trina and the back of the sofa.  Her lips were still pressed
against Trina's smooth, warm neck.

     "Talk about rape,"she whispered weakly.

     "You deserved it," Trina teased her.  "Taking advantage
of me like that."

     After about a minute, they disentangled their bodies
and got up from the sofa.  Laura made her excuses about
hurrying back to her meeting, and they kissed soulfully at
the door.  She couldn't hide a smile as she walked to her
car, realizing that they had fucked and fucked, and she had
never once removed her turtleneck to reveal the scratches.