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     Her weekend with Ada left Laura with mixed feelings.
Ada was not like Deshona, who turned, seemingly in a flash,
from an iceberg into a red-hot sexual flame and fuck-slut
extraordinaire.  Ada was a warm, deliberate, methodical
person who went with Laura through some kind of slow sexual
awakening, thrilled to discover such intense pleasures
existed at all, and wildly grateful to Laura for having
introduced her to them.
     
     For her part, Laura felt an onrush of sexual rapacity
that she had to try hard to control, not wanting to
overwhelm Ada with a shocking and overpowering sexual
hunger.  By Sunday afternoon, however, she had made Ada come
thirteen or fourteen times, and Ada was stunned by
admiration, gratitude, and a sexual fulfillment she had
never known existed.  She was touchingly affectionate,
kissing Laura frequently, calling her by endearing names.
     
     And this made Laura more uncomfortable than pleased,
because Ada was her boss.   She was not the only person who
reported to Ada, and it was very hard to mask their
affection, and the deep sexual attraction they now felt, at
work.  What about favoritism?  Others would see Ada looking
at her in a way that, Laura knew, meant only one thing: when
can we fuck again?  She knew that look, having shared it,
even at work, with Randi, Yvette, Karen, Sholandra, several
others.  But none of them was or had been her boss.
     
     Worse, Laura was still involved with some of these
other girls, about whom Ada knew nothing.  Even though she
had not seen Tamara for a couple of weeks-why was that? she
wondered-she still saw Randi frequently, though their affair
had lapsed and become painfully uncomfortable since Randi
had taken up with, first, Rob, then the despicable witch
Rhonda.  Laura still flirted hotly with Yvette, and waited
eagerly for her to get free of her husband long enough for
them to get naked together.  She even caught herself looking
longingly from time to time at Sholandra, who had deserted
both her and Rhonda, it seemed, for Danny and/or Eric (Laura
was too pained by it to even speculate).  Now and then, she
saw April, who was apparently resigned to waiting for Laura
to need her, which Laura each time thought she did.  I have
to call her, she thought.  Darling girl.  Imagine that
fucking witch Rhonda daring to kiss her in public, letting
her boyfriend see them kissing!
     
     She arrived home on Sunday afternoon, just in time to
see the moving van full of Kendra's furniture getting ready
to drive off.  Kendra and Jane were driving off too, and
they waved to Laura, Kendra with a belligerent frown, Jane
with a plaintive, almost painful stare, heart-wrenching to
Laura, who cared for them both, and had shared some
piercingly intense sexual moments with each.  She didn't
want to believe it was over.
     
     In spite of the gentle, happy ache she felt from
recalling each detail of her weekend with Ada, this
departure of Kendra and Jane sank her into a deep
depression.  Kendra had made good on her word.  They were
gone.  Laura sat on her large white sofa in front of the
window, looking out at the fog rolling in, thinking of Ada,
then of Kendra and the last time they had fucked, violently,
and Jane, who had the distinction of being the only person
Laura had ever been screwing when the bed broke.
     
     No more.  No more half-crazy, jealous Jane.  No more
hard-bodied Kendra, with her red-gold hair and colored
contact lenses.  No more stories about Mr. Penis.  No more
eavesdropping from upstairs.  Who would move in next?  And
how would Laura keep them from hearing what went on in her
own apartment?
     
     The phone rang.  It was Mavis, whom Laura had not seen
for weeks.
     
     "What happened to you, did you get another pimple?" she
teased Mavis.  "I miss you bad, darling."
     
     It was remarkable how her heart, and in fact her whole
body, could fill with instant love and sexual hunger for
Mavis, while she had just been dreamily remembering Ada's
wonderful voluptuous naked body and groans of helpless
rapture.  You are a slut, Laura, she told herself.  Big
news.
     
     "In fact, I did.  I got one on my butt.  But it's
almost gone.  Look, I got a chance to get over there.
Tomorrow, in fact.  My mama ain't gonna be home tomorrow
night until eight.  I could come right over after school..
Problem is, I don't want to go home first cause then I'll
get trapped, know what I mean?"
     
     "What are you going to tell her?"
     
     "I'll think of something."
     
     Laura realized that she could not take off early from
work, even though Mavis was coming over.  "Where are you
now?"
     
     "I'm down at the 7-Eleven.  She don't know I'm calling
you.  Of course."
     
     "If you tell me where it is, I'll drive over there and
give you a key.  Then tomorrow you can come over here when
you get off school and just wait for me to get home."
     
     Now Mavis could tease back.  "How you know I ain't
gonna steal everything you got and run away to Mexico or
something?"
     
     "Because I've got something I know you want more than
all my stuff," Laura whispered suggestively into the phone.
     
     Mavis laughed at the other end.  "Want it bad, too,"
she confessed.  "I been missing you, Laura."
     
     She gave Laura the directions to the 7-Eleven, and
Laura drove to it to give her the key.  Mavis, looking small
and young in a Giants jacket and a baseball cap, stood by
the car, flirting with her.  Even on the phone, Laura had
wanted her, craved her, longed for her, but looking into
Mavis's devastating eyes made her pulse and throb, as it
always did.  From the very first moment I saw her in
Walgreen's I've felt that way, she thought.
     
     Mavis had deeply sexual, knowing, experienced, fuck-me
eyes, even though she was only sixteen, and Laura wondered
how everyone who looked into them didn't fall to their
deaths, having a multitude of happy orgasms on the way.
     
     "You gorgeous creature, I want you right now," she
whispered to Mavis, handing her the keys, two of them, one
for the downstairs door, the other for her apartment door.
     
     I think this is some sort of crime, probably, she
reflected as Mavis took the keys and listened to the
explanation on how to use them.  If the cops were watching
me, I could be arrested, I'll bet.  Seducing this darling
girl.  Whereas in fact, she seduced me.
     
     Mavis was repeating the effort right now, giving Laura
her most smoldering gaze, since she knew what effect it
would have.  She knew Laura could not resist her.
     
     "You can just wait till tomorrow night, Laura," her
eyes twinkled.  "Now don't be getting all in a lather."
     
     Laura could hardly break away, but finally she did,
driving slowly off and waving back at Mavis.  She had never
given her keys to anybody before, even a responsible adult,
let alone a teenager, and one that she was energetically
fucking at every opportunity.  Oh god, I could spend years
in prison! she realized.
     
     She tried not to think about it as she drove home, or
during work the next day either.  Instead, at work there was
the exciting titillation and anxiety of trying to
acknowledge Ada's meaningful smiles and ignore them at the
same time.  Yes, we have to pretend nothing has changed,
though we panted and groaned together and came gloriously,
didn't we, darling? she smiled back.  Careful, let's not let
anybody know!
     
     But by the end of the day, Laura's thoughts had turned
from Ada to Mavis, and it was hard to concentrate.  She's
waiting for me there.  With those eyes!  And that lovely
lean smooth black body!
     
     Ada, however, came by her office just as she was
leaving.  "I thought maybe we could have dinner."  She gave
Laura an alluring smile.  "Maybe play a little tennis."
     
     Tennis had become for them a euphemism for fucking.
Laura blushed, hotly.
     
     "I . . . can't this evening," she stammered.  "My . . .
mother is . . . waiting for me, over at my place.  I have to
help her with some papers."
     
     Ada shrugged, philosophically.  She was very smart, and
Laura wondered what she was really thinking.  Did she, for
example, think that Laura had simply stepped into her shower
and turned them both into in lesbians in the space of a few
seconds?  Or did she more reasonably think that Laura had
done plenty of this kind of thing before, with other women?
Did she think Laura was not entangled, just because she
herself was not?
     
     "Maybe later in the week," Ada said gracefully.
     
     There was no one around, and Laura pulled her inside
briefly, half-closing the door discreetly.  "Look, I'd love
to `play tennis' with you," she smiled.  "My apartment,
after work, tomorrow night.  Actually, I can't get enough
`tennis' with you."
     
     Ada smiled back and opened the door quickly.  She
wasn't about to lose her job over any lesbian rumors, Laura
realized.
     
     "I can't either," she whispered, eyes glistening with
happiness.  "It's a date."
     
     Because of this encounter, Laura was a little later
getting home than she had planned.  But she knew that Mavis
would be okay.  Probably watching TV, or snacking from the
refrigerator.
     
     Coming in the door to her apartment, though, Laura was
surprised by soft, but urgent, moaning, Mavis's moaning,
which she recognized easily, having provoked it herself on
so many occasions.  Is she masturbating, while she's waiting
for me? Laura wondered.  All her submerged prurience seemed
to surface at this thought, and she quietly let herself in,
hoping to see Mavis rubbing herself, if that was the case.
     
     Stealthily, she crept around the opposite corner of the
big sofa from where Mavis was moaning and was startled to
see-not on the sofa itself, but on the floor-Mavis supine,
her thighs spread, with a naked white man crouching between
them, sliding his thick, wet cock in and out of her lovely
little black pussy.  Laura had to gulp back her cry of
dismay and shock, raising a clenched fist to her mouth, then
stooping to hide behind the arm of the sofa.
     
     "Unh!  Unhhggg!  Oh!  Oh . . . you doing it so hard!
Unh!  Please . . . not so hard!" Mavis gasped.
     
     "Sorry, baby," the man panted.
     
     Laura did not need to worry about being discovered.
The two were so heatedly involved in their sexual embrace
that she could have burglarized the place without fear of
being caught.  And as she listened and watched, her horror
diminished a little as she realized that the man was Eric.
Quickly, she put two and two together in her mind.  He might
have come by to see me, and she let him in.  Of course,
that's what happened.
     
     But Mavis had never even fucked with a man before,
Laura knew.  Only her sister Brenda, and then Laura.  God,
think of having Eric's huge monster in you as your very
first one! she thought.  Poor baby.  On the other hand, she
had half my arm up in there.  And Brenda's too.  I guess he
isn't any bigger than those.
     
     And Mavis seemed to be enjoying it.
     
     "Unh!  Oh!  Oh yes!" she panted, as Eric began to
hammer her more aggressively, lifting her pretty little ass
up off the carpet with each lunge.
     
     Laura couldn't take her eyes off Eric's thick,
vigorous, long pole as he plunged it in and out of Mavis's
sleek, lean body, fascinated by the sight of her glossy
black cuntlips clinging to his rock-hard wet ivory shaft as
he pulled it out of her, then alarmed by Mavis's tight, semi-
hysterical whimpering as he drove it deep into her body
again.  God, he's really fucking her hard! Laura realized,
though she understood why.  Mavis was wildly desirable.  But
I wish he'd go a little easy on her, Laura though selfishly.
I want her too.  I want to lick that lovely pussy he's
pumping so hard.
     
     But she herself had been fucked by Eric and knew his
style.  He was no skillful Romeo with subtle moves and
patient caresses.  He was a young brute, an artless and
enthusiastic rapist with little extraordinary sexual talent
but plenty of stamina and strength, enough to fuck you into
the next county and back without tiring.  And, Laura knew,
that frequently made up for his lack of subtlety.
     
     Mavis's arms had been on the floor next to her body
when Laura had first peeped around the end of the sofa and
seen the two of them gyrating together, but now she raised
her hands and caressed Eric's naked back with her long,
slender black fingers while he rammed her even harder,
bringing both of them closer to the finish.
     
     "Ouugghnnn!  Ungghh!  Oh!  Ungghh!" she groaned with
each thrust.
     
     Eric was spearing her sharply by now, giving her a
taste of hard male rapist fucking that was, Laura knew,
unlike anything she had ever experienced in bed with Brenda
or Laura.  Also, Laura wondered why, at this rate, Eric had
not come even yet, since in her experience he could barely
keep the jism inside of him, at least the first time.  Maybe
Sholandra is milking that massive rod of his every night,
she thought, so he's a little less quick on the trigger.
     
     But, almost as if he had read her mind, Eric began to
come within seconds.
     
     "Ummmrrummgghpphgghh!" he groaned, piercing poor
Mavis's pussy one last, ferocious time with his huge cock,
then slumping forward onto her as it spewed.
     
     Mavis gave a few tortured yelps, then collapsed,
letting his cock spurt into her, turning her head to the
side and wincing as his hot, jerking prick expelled its
treasure.  She didn't even seem close to having an orgasm
herself.  No wonder, after all that vicious pounding, Laura
thought.
     
     Suddenly, Laura realized that the magic spell was now
speedily dispersing, and they would soon know she was
squatting there watching them.  Before they regained their
senses, she deftly arose and veered around behind the sofa.
That way, it would look like she had just come in, and
though she had caught them fucking, she had not seen much.
     
     She even scuffed one heel against the floor to make a
noise, so they would look up.  Eric had a sappy grin on his
face.  Laura couldn't keep her eyes from sliding down to
look at the enormous stalk of his hard prick still sunk deep
in Mavis's wet pussy.  Mavis was upside down in relation to
Laura, but she smiled up sheepishly too.
     
     "Well . . . looks like you guys must have met without
my help," Laura said, dryly.  "What are you doing here,
Eric?  Besides raping my friend, I mean."
     
     She waited patiently while they extricated themselves
from this embarrassing position.  Eric's cock was still
stiff, though beginning to wilt, and glistening with pussy
juices as he slid it back out of Mavis's pussy.  Mavis made
a face as thick, creamy gobbets of his cum began flowing
back out of her slit.
     
     "Oh shit, my carpet!" Laura said, going quickly to the
linen closet for a hand towel, which she tossed to Mavis.
     
     "Sorry, Laura," Mavis said, looking mournful as she
mopped it up.
     
     Eric, bold as ever, just grinned at her.  "I came by
just to visit," he said to Laura.  "She was downstairs
fiddling with the key.  I helped her get the door open.  We
came up here and-"
     
     "You don't have to go on," Laura raised her eyebrow.
"I can see the rest.  Do you realize that she's underage?"
     
     Eric looked at her, and Laura knew he was going to say
`Do you?', so she quickly cut him off.
     
     "Never mind."
     
     She reached out a hand and helped Mavis to her feet,
unable to keep her eyes from roaming all over the girl's
delicious naked black body, which she had been dreaming of
now for hours, anticipating a moment that turned out to be
very different from this one.  Mavis smiled at her
deviously, at once the shiest and the most seductive smile
she had ever given Laura, one that said: You caught me, but
I know you still want to fuck me.
     
     "Mavis . . . go in the bathroom and wash out that
pussy," Laura said, under her breath.
     
     Mavis smirked.  "I'll do my best."
     
     "She never had a man before," Laura snapped at Eric
when Mavis had disappeared into the bathroom and shut the
door.  "And you had to give her one of your savage rape
specials."
     
     "Oh, she did too.  She didn't bleed or anything.  She
liked it.  She wanted me to do it."
     
     This was too many things for Laura to sort out in short
order.  Mavis probably did want it.  She was nothing if not
sexually adventurous.  Whether she had liked it or not,
however, Laura couldn't say.  She herself had been hammered
and pumped by Eric too, and `like' wasn't really a word she
would have used to describe it.
     
     "Won't Sholandra get jealous?" Laura insinuated,
changing the subject forcibly.
     
     "She won't if you don't tell her," Eric grinned.  "Can
I stay for the party?"
     
     "What makes you think we were going to have a party?"
     
     "Oh, you guys are getting together just to sew a quilt,
eh?" he cracked, showing more wit than Laura had heard from
him in the past.
     
     He had been in `parties' with her before that included
Camille, Rob's wife, and Sholandra herself, to whom Laura
had introduced him and his friend Danny.  Eric knew from
close observation how Laura loved to fuck these beautiful
girls.  Mavis was no different, only younger.
     
     "We certainly didn't intend to invite any dick heads,"
she said, eyes flickering with amusement.
     
     She didn't exactly want him there, having looked
forward to having Mavis all to herself.  But now that he was
there, she could see the possibilities.  Eric looked down at
his cock, which was now limp but still long, thick, and
ropey.  It was, Laura realized, nearly as big as Marshall's.
She knew it wouldn't be long before the thing began
twitching and rising again.
     
     "Can't have the dick without the head," he said.
     
     "I'm a little angry at you for squirting nasty cum into
that girl's beautiful little pussy before I got to lick it,"
she whispered to him.
     
     Eric smiled.  "Maybe you wish I was pumping it into
yours instead."
     
     Laura raised one eyebrow.  Mavis opened the bathroom
door, still lovely and naked and deeply black-black enough
to make Laura seethe with fresh desire-and walked across the
room to them.  Laura feared that both she and Eric were
looking at Mavis's slender, wonderful body like evil lust
maniacs, which she knew she was doing at this instant.  At
least he's already had her, but I'm so hungry for this girl,
she realized.
     
     "Eric has agreed to be a good boy and just watch while
you and I do it in on the bed," she said to Mavis.  "What do
you think?"
     
     Mavis gave her a pixie smile.  "Good thing.  He do it
pretty hard."  She frowned playfully.  "Pounded my little
pussy like hell."
     
     Laura took her hand and pulled her toward the bedroom.
Over her shoulder, she glanced at Eric, then smiled at
Mavis.
     
     "Come on, darling, let's give this beast a lesson in
how to make a woman come," she teased.
     
     Mavis giggled.  "Okay.  We know how to do that, don't
we."  She looked at Laura with her burning, devastatingly
sexual eyes as they entered Laura's bedroom.  "I ain't had
one since I saw you last, either.  I really need it."
     
     Now Laura did wish they were alone.  She took off her
clothes quickly and lay down face-to-face on the bed with
Mavis, but Eric entered the room behind them and sat, as she
had more or less commanded him to do, on the easy chair by
the dresser, watching.  She knew she and Mavis together
presented a beautiful sight, steamy and erotic as well (for
some reason, men always loved watching lesbians do it), but
she had missed the girl and somehow felt their intimacy
damaged by this voyeurism.
     
     "Just pretend he isn't there," she whispered to Mavis.
"God, I've missed you."
     
     Mavis's eyes burned with love for Laura.  She may have,
in a passing whim, let Eric nearly fuck her lovely young
pussy to a pulp on the floor next to Laura's sofa, but when
it came to True Love, her heart beat passionately for Laura
only.  Now she looked at Laura like a small child would,
which made Laura feel guiltier than ever.
     
     "You ain't mad at me for letting him screw me like
that?" she asked, tentatively.
     
     Laura pursed her lips a little.  "I am mad.  But I
forgive you."
     
     "He didn't even ax me or anything.  He just did it."
     
     Laura looked at her, stroking her lovely bare black
shoulders with her fingertips.  "Then how did you get
naked?"
     
     Mavis barely blinked.  "He ripped my clothes off."
     
     "Gosh, it must've been exciting," Laura purred, kissing
her, holding Mavis's exquisite face in both hands.  "Mmmm, I
wish I could have ripped them off."
     
     Mavis kissed her back, then breathed in Laura's ear.
"You done it before.  And you gon' do it again.  But now . .
. I'm already naked."
     
     "I know," Laura smiled, running her hands all over the
girl's young, lean body, so smooth and pristine.  "Did you
clean your pussy out good so I won't get his icky cum all
over my tongue."
     
     Mavis beamed and laughed softly.  "You making me hot,
Laura.  I cleaned it clean as clean can get, as my Mama
says."
     
     "Oh, I love you!" Laura surprised herself by crying
out, embracing Mavis tightly and kissing her ravenously.
     
     Mavis kissed back, caressing Laura too, her back, her
ass, then raising her hands to Laura's breasts.  "Love you
too.  Love these.  I kept thinking about these."  She raised
her gaze to Laura's, looking up seductively with her deep-
sex killer hot eyes from under her heavy eyelids.  "Thought
about sucking them . . . like you suck mine.  Hard."
     
     A sharp tremor gripped Laura's body, an involuntary
shudder of excitement.  "You did?"
     
     Mavis nodded slowly.  "Want me to do it?"
     
     Laura nodded.  "I'll suck yours hard if you suck mine
hard."
     
     Mavis bit her lower lip thoughtfully.  "Then we both
gonna come like crazy."
     
     Laura smiled.  "I know.  Here, twist around like this
so you can dangle your beautiful little boobs in my face.
That way we can do it at the same time."
     
     With Laura on the bottom, they turned their bodies
until each could kiss and caress the other's breasts at the
same time.  Laura had done this only a few times with other
lovers and wondered each time why she didn't do it more.
The erotic stimulation was amazing.  Mavis had meant what
she said, and she began squeezing the firm creamy globes of
Laura's breasts and sucking her nipples almost immediately.
Laura was in ninth heaven, but even this intense pleasure
was not enough to keep her from cupping one of Mavis's
little black doves in both hands and guiding the jutting
black rivet of Mavis's nipple into her own mouth.
     
     "Unhhhh!" Mavis gasped, momentarily releasing Laura's
wet nipple from her lips.  "Oh yes!"
     
     Laura swirled her tongue around the small, swollen
black tent of Mavis's areola from which the rubbery center
rivet of her thick nipple protruded, pinching it lightly
with her teeth, just to give the girl an exciting extra
sensation.  Then she felt liquid fire squirt through her own
cunt as Mavis did the same thing to her nipple, sucking it
hard and lightly biting it at the same time.
     
     "Oh!" Laura cried.  "Oh god . . . Mavis, yes!
Ungghhh!"
     
     For another minute or so they toyed with one another,
until their breasts were throbbing, their nipples hard and
pulsing with fire, the rest of their bodies undulating
helplessly in primitive, urgent rhythms.  Unable to control
her own wild craving for Mavis's delicious young body, Laura
succeeded in rolling the girl onto her back, then swarmed
over her, kissing her everywhere, not only her breasts but
every other part of her, descending, wanting her pussy in
the worst way.
     
     But Mavis, in spite of being overwhelmed by Laura's
desire, pulled her up for a moment.
     
     "Do me . . . the old way," she panted, eyes delirious
with sexual need.  "You know . . . with your fist.  You
promised.  Last time you wouldn't let us.  You promised we
would this time."
     
     Laura realized that she was right.  Feeling guilty for
fucking Mavis, who was so young, and perverted for fist-
fucking her, even though Mavis had done it long before and
repeatedly with her sister Brenda, Laura had dissuaded her
last time, making passionate love to her in more
conventional ways, trying to persuade Mavis that fisting was
a twisted practice, that they could satisfy each other
without it.  But she had also, in passing, said they would
do it next time, more to placate Mavis at the moment than
anything else.
     
     Mavis had remembered.  Her hot, scintillating eyes
implored Laura.
     
     "Oh, darling," Laura gave in with a sigh.
     
     It wasn't as if she didn't want to do it.  Fisting
Mavis to an orgasm was a shocking thrill, and Laura could
feel her own lust level ratchet up a few notches just at the
idea of it.  She could also hear Eric breathing heavily
behind them and glanced over to see him watching them
avidly, his magnificent member again erect and jumping as he
stroked it carefully.  She knew he wanted to see it.
     
     She turned back and began kissing Mavis's naked body in
a bold, sensual way that quickly sent Mavis the message that
she was going to get what she wanted.
     
     "Are you wet for me, honey?" Laura purred, kissing her
round, gleaming shoulders, the delicious spooned shallows
under her clavicles, sucking her small breasts again,
kissing the flat smooth expanse between them, which was very
wide since Mavis had such small breasts.  "Are you wet for
my fist?"
     
     Mavis nodded solemnly, her sexy eyes burning into
Laura's brain.  "Pretty wet," she breathed.
     
     Laura slid between her thighs, kissing her flat,
smooth, very black belly, rubbing her nose in Mavis's pubic
muff, feeling the black wiry hairs tickle her nostrils and
sucking in deeply the thickly aromatic odors floating up
from Mavis's aroused pussy.  It was not one of those long,
slender, wavy slits, those exquisitely sinuous black-lipped
cunts that Laura so worshipped in some of her girlfriends,
but a smaller, puckered black rose, like a hungry mouth,
fiery pink and runny inside, with a tiny clit almost
completely hidden by a smooth little fold of black skin at
the top.
     
     Laura began by kissing and licking it carefully, not
wanting to deny either of them the killing orgasm she knew
Mavis would be having in a few minutes.  After all, though
she had not climaxed, Mavis had already been fucked by Eric,
and though it had been fierce, quick, and clumsy, she could
not have helped being somehow aroused by it.  Then she and
Laura had made love to one another's breasts for minutes.
Laura reasoned that the girl had to be very close.  It
wouldn't take much to tip her over the edge.
     
     "Ohhhnnnn!  Ohhhh . . . Laura!" Mavis gasped, her hips
shaking as Laura's tongue slipped into her pussy for the
first time.
     
     "Oh honey, I've missed this," Laura murmured, licking
the wet flower very carefully, running the tip of her tongue
up and down Mavis's cuntlips, then even slowly nudging her
half-exposed clit with it, bringing sharp gasps from Mavis,
whose body clenched alarmingly, as if she were about to
come.
     
     "Oh, don't come yet!" Laura said softly, pulling her
tongue back.
     
     Mavis quivered, mewling softly, and then her body
relaxed slightly.  "Can't help it, Laura.  You better get it
in me.  I'm about to die.  Ohnnn!"
     
     Laura slid two fingers into the oozing warm crease of
Mavis's pussy and began sliding them in and out, kissing her
sleek smooth dark inner thighs, including a third finger,
still keeping up the slow, sensual rhythm, then introducing
a fourth, until her fingers made a wedge, now joined by her
thumb, which she forced gently further and deeper into
Mavis's yielding pussy with each soft thrust.
     
     "Unh!  Unh!" Mavis panted softly, looking down wide-
eyed, watching as Laura's entire hand finally slid into her
cunt.
     
     Her shiny wet labia were splayed and stretched by
Laura's wrist, and her eyes rolled up.  Laura had forgotten
how tight Mavis's young pussy was, but it pressed against
her hand on all sides, snug and firm inside, very slippery
with warm juices.  She knew this wasn't especially painful,
but it was a shocking, very intense feeling, and Mavis's
startling, stirringly sexual eyes as they caught Laura's
reflected the intensity of the sensations.
     
     "Oh shit," she said, half under her breath.  She looked
down at Laura's forearm protruding from her stuffed pussy.
"Ohhhhh . . . do it hard, Laura."
     
     At this point, both of them had lost any awareness of
Eric, sitting here watching them, clutching his throbbing,
gigantic, erect cock, fascinated by their every move.  They
had done this before and had a deeply intimate bond that had
grown up around the act of fist-fucking, and their eyes were
locked together, throbbing and swirling in a fiercely
exciting dance of hot sex, as Laura twisted her hand and
formed a fist inside Mavis, each move making Mavis panting
hard, her eyes reflecting a sexual stimulation almost too
intense to bear.
     
     "God . . . Laura . . . I love it when you do this to
me," Mavis panted, almost out of control now.  "Never was
this good with Brenda."
     
     "Oh, I love you, Mavis," Laura panted too, almost
overcome with sexual excitement herself.
     
     "I'm gonna come," Mavis announced, her dark, dangerous
eyes glazing over briefly, as if an internal revelation were
occurring.  "I'm gonna . . . come.  Right now."
     
     "Oh baby."
     
     Mavis clenched her teeth.  She pushed her pelvis up
into Laura's hand, still embedded deep in her pussy,
grunting softly and quivering.  Her small breasts shook, her
gleaming black nipples stiff and pointing.  Laura, wanting
to touch every part of her sleek, lean, naked body, wanting
to devour and consume and fuck her desperately, reached out
with her free hand and covered one of Mavis's small,
swirling breasts, squeezing it, fucking Mavis now with her
fist, first gently, then more roughly as Mavis's body jerked
and surged under the approaching onslaught of her climax.
     
     Now Mavis threw her head back, arching her back,
pushing up her hips, stretching her lovely body and looking
more desirable than ever.  "Oh god . . . Laura, fuck it
hard!" she gasped, a sharp plea.
     
     Laura never held anything back from her, which was why
Mavis loved doing it with her, and this time was no
different.  She leaned forward over Mavis's thrashing body,
pushing her fist deep into the girl's tight cunt, plunging
it in even deeper, pulling it up to the edge, the inflamed
black-lipped mouth of Mavis's crammed pussy, then plunging
it deep again.  At the same time, she knew she had to have
this small, beautiful breast in her mouth when Mavis came,
and she scooped it up with her hand and sucked Mavis's hard
nipple into her mouth, still ramming her fist into Mavis so
roughly that Mavis groaned in a kind of demented sexual
agony just a split second before she came.
     "Unh!  Anngghh!  Oh!"
     
     Mavis froze.  It's here! Laura thought, sucking the
hard little berry of Mavis's nipple, twisting her fist
inside Mavis's cunt, ramming her wrist bone against the tiny
bead of Mavis's clit.  Come, honey!  Come hard!
     
     "Auuhgghnnnnnn!  Mnnhggghhiieeeee!  Ohnngg!  Ungh!  Oh
god!"
     
     Laura didn't know if she had ever seen Mavis come so
hard.  It was so startling and gratifying that she almost
burst out laughing in a sympathetic shriek, but she knew it
would shock Mavis and detract from the excruciating pleasure
she was feeling.  Instead, Laura merely held on for the
ride, letting Mavis buck and flip and ride her forearm.
Mavis pushed her pussy down into it as each crushing spasm
of her orgasm gripped her body, groaning and shuddering, her
lovely young face torn by a terrible grimace of ecstacy.
     
     Laura kept sucking her hard little nipple and fist-
fucking her in long, slow strokes until she felt Mavis's
straining body ease up, and heard her desperate groans turn
into softer, relieved whimpering.  Her undulations subsided,
and her breath grew more normal.  With bleary, reddened
eyes, she gazed down at Laura, who still had Mavis's wet,
hard little nipple in her mouth.
     
     Laura smiled up at her, seeing the effect this crushing
orgasm had had on Mavis by the blasted expression in her
devastatingly sexy eyes.  Slowly, exaggerating it, she
released Mavis's nipple from her mouth, giving it a sensual
swipe with her tongue as it cleared her lips.
     
     "Sounds like you had a good one," she murmured.
     
     "Oh Laura."
     
     "Hold your breath.  I'm going to slide my hand back out
of your beautiful pussy."
     
     "Unhhh!  Oh Laura!"
     
     Mavis's eyes were melting with love.  Laura's heart was
also melting with it.  Both of them had forgotten that Eric
was even there, but he made his presence known by suddenly
lying down beside them on the bed, which dipped under his
weight.
     
     "Hey guys," he said, in his calmest, friendliest voice.
"Did you forget I was here?"
     
     Mavis and Laura looked at each other and burst into
laughter.  "Why, I believe we did, young stud," Laura said
satirically, glancing around at him.
     
     But it was hard to keep her eyes from floating down to
his groin, where a truly enormous stalk of throbbing red
flesh stood up twitching and pulsing, the head of his cock
ballooning and glossy.  Mavis was looking at it too.
     
     "I never saw anybody come like that," Eric said, in
awe, looking at Mavis, letting his eyes roam up and down her
delicious, lean, black naked body.
     
     Mavis was looking at his erect cock.  She smiled at
him.  "You can try again, if you want," she said softly.
     
     Eric perked up.  "Really?"
     
     Mavis nodded slowly.  Laura found herself getting an
idea.
     
     "Get behind her, Eric," she coached him.  "We'll fuck
her together."
     
     Mavis's jaw dropped open as she looked at Laura.  She
had invited it, but did she really want it?
     
     "Honey, we'll make you come again . . . even harder
than the first time," Laura reassured her.
     
     Mavis grinned.  "You'll have to work pretty hard to do
that," she said.
     
     She was enjoying being the center of attention, her
lovely young body the focus of Eric's and Laura's caresses.
Now Eric was behind her, his arms encircling her body from
the rear, his hands clasping her small, lovely, naked
breasts, twisting and pinching her hard little black nipples
while he kissed her back and shoulders.  And Mavis was
spreading her thighs again to let his cock through them, and
Laura was pulling the gigantic shaft through the gap,
squeezing it with her fingers, then lowering her mouth to it
and swirling her tongue around the expanding head.
     
     Eric grimaced and gasped.  "God, you'd better watch
it!" he warned.
     
     "Oh, Eric, you already had a squirt.  You aren't going
to come again this fast, are you?" Laura smiled.  "Let me
suck him."
     
     He shook his head.  "I want to make her come," he
panted.
     
     "We already know you can't do that," Laura cracked.
"You need my help."
     
     Eric nodded, giving in.  "Then help me.  Help me make
her come."
     
     "Mmmm, I would be delighted."
     
     She guided the swollen, purplish head of his enormous
erect prick up into the gaping, wet, black-lipped, pink slit
she had just been raping with her fist, watching the look on
Mavis's face as Eric drove it all the way up into her.
     
     "Unhhh!"
     
     Mavis's eyes rolled up.  Eric simply buried his mammoth
cock in her body so that Laura could see little but a half-
inch of the pale shaft protruding from her stretched
pussylips and impaled furrow, followed by the taut sack of
his balls.
     
     "You don't have to stab her to death with it, Eric,"
Laura complained.  "She knows you've got a big one.  Just
slide it in and out, okay?  Don't be so violent."
     
     "Okay," Eric puffed, clearly overcome by the sensation
of Mavis's very tight young cunt pinching his thick rod.
"God, she's tight."
     
     Laura smiled sarcastically.  "She's right here.  You
can talk to her.  She understands English."
     
     He smiled sheepishly.  "Okay."  From behind he nuzzled
Mavis's marvelous black ear with his nose and his lips.
"Mavis, you have a very tight pussy.  It really feels
great."
     
     Mavis smiled dreamily, undulating her delicious lean
body, pushing her tight little cunt down on his rearing
stalk.  "Mmmm, Eric, I like the feel of you up in me like
that.  It goes so deep."
     
     Laura knew how it felt, and that it felt good, even
incredibly good, but she couldn't help becoming a little
jealous at hearing Mavis coo and purr at Eric this way.  To
channel her natural jealousy away from anger, she began
kissing Mavis's wonderful smooth body, kissing her very
black, silky abdomen, so taut and flat between the delicate
cambers of her ribcage, then her navel, a delicious `innie,'
then her flat belly, drawing closer to Eric's thick shaft,
which was sliding up into Mavis's pussy, then pulling out
again, a huge ten or eleven incher, a marauding fuck machine
that she had tangled with herself a few times.
     
     For the moment, a slow, sensual rhythm enveloped the
three of them as Laura kissed and caressed her way down to
Mavis's sweet, sixteen-year-old pussy, which was already
occupied, as stretched and crammed by Eric's massive
truncheon as it had earlier been by Laura's forearm.  But
she knew this slow, simmering, sensual build-up could not
last and would soon accelerate into a more desperate, urgent
tempo.
     
     Already Mavis was squirming and whimpering, becoming
even more desirable to Laura and Eric as her sleek, writhing
body responded to their passion.  Mavis loved sex, and this
was exciting new territory for her.  She moaned and writhed
as Eric began plunging his hard, punishing cock up into her
more deeply, more roughly.  He was becoming more excited
too, and Laura realized there was little she could do now to
control his `mad rapist' frenzy.  And of course, she too was
becoming overwhelmed with lust for Mavis's lovely young
body.
     
     She could see the swollen little berry of Mavis's clit
peak out from it's tiny hood each time Eric jammed his rock-
hard piston up into her splayed, engorged pussy, cramming it
so tight that Mavis's glossy black vulva stretched, and the
little hood receded.  The little berry then disappeared for
a second when he pulled his wet prick out again, then
reappeared when he slammed it back up into Mavis.
     
     "Ungh!" Mavis gasped, wincing as it began to stab
deeper into her.  "Unghh!  Awwongggg!  Unh!  Oh!"
     
     Laura pressed her lips to Mavis's little clit, feeling
the hard ridge of Eric's stiff cock thrusting in and out of
Mavis's tight pussy just below her chin.  He was fucking her
harder and harder now, grunting and groaning himself at the
same time, his own groans tangling with Mavis's whimpers and
quick yelps of pain as his long, fierce cock stabbed deep
into her young pussy.  Laura realized that no matter how
roughly Mavis might have been fist-fucked by her sister
Brenda or by Laura, neither one of them had jabbed their
hand as deeply into her cunt as Eric was thrusting his hard
cock.
     
     "Oh god!  Oh god!" Mavis cried out, squirming wildly
between them, churning her hips more rapidly too, pushing
her clit into Laura's mouth.
     
     Laura realized that Mavis was going to come again,
within seconds.  Eric too.  He was slamming and pumping
Mavis furiously, his hands nearly pulping her small breasts
as he squeezed them, his cock nearly lifting her young body
off the bed with each powerful lunge.  Laura sucked the
girl's clit hungrily, digging her fingers into the sleek
muscles of Mavis's thighs, tongue-stroking her clit between
sucks, trying to make her come fast.
     
     Little did she know how fast.  Both Mavis and Eric
suddenly came without warning. An abrupt, pulverizing bolt
of lightning seemed to strike them both at the same instant,
and tiny, semi-hysterical squeals of unbearable sexual
pleasure leaked out of Mavis's constricted throat, while
gruff moans that made it sound like he was being garroted
came from deep in Eric's chest.  Mavis went into
convulsions, coming in successive shockwaves, and Eric's
cock exploded with jism inside of her tight pussy, forcing
Laura to release Mavis's clit from her lips as she could
actually feel the rhythmic, muscular jerking of his cock as
it spurted.  She was also reluctant to add to the intensity
of Mavis's shattering orgasm by sucking the girl's throbbing
clit any harder.
     
     "Ahhhnngggg!  Ohnnnggg!  Oh . . . shit!
Ungghhmmnnngghh!" Mavis groaned, stunned even by the
aftermath of a violent climax, her lovely young body
stretching and flexing, looking to Laura-the only one who
had not climaxed so far-more wildly desirable than ever.
     
     Laura slid up to kiss her, freeing her small breasts
from the iron clutch of Eric's hands and caressing them
herself, purring in Mavis's ear.  It was a slightly bizarre
moment because both Mavis and Eric were nearly destroyed by
their orgasms, but Laura was still tense and panting with
need, wanting desperately to be fucked herself, to come, to
have Mavis fuck her, fist-fuck her, or Eric pierce her
throbbing, flowing pussy with his huge hammering fuck
machine. At the same time, she luxuriated in the sexual
release they had both experienced, their smells, their
agonized groans, their straining flesh.
     
     Mavis blinked at her after a while, her dark,
fascinating eyes glazed from the impact of raptures she had
not imagined.  "You both fucked me," she said, disbelieving.
"Both of you."
     
     Then a small grin began to curve the corners of her
sensual mouth.  It was interrupted by a sharp grimace as
Eric pulled his huge, slackening member out of the tight
sleeve of her pussy.  As before, pearly rivulets of his cum
leaked out behind it.
     
     Mavis made a face as Laura reached for a towel and
handed it to her.  "If I were you, I'd high tail it back to
the bathroom and wash out that pussy clean as clean can be
all over again," Laura advised.
     
     She thought with a pang of Charise, another of her
darlings, who might be pregnant.  God, I wonder what's
happening with her!  If only she would call!  Laura didn't
want Mavis ending up in the same boat.  Maybe I should make
sure she knows how to douche properly, wash it all out.
Mavis squinted and nodded at her, then hopped off the bed
and made for the bathroom.
     
     Eric lay back, grinning, on the bed, satisfied and
satiated, having fucked Mavis twice in the space of the half
hour Laura had been home.
     
     "I wish I could come like you women do," he confessed
to Laura.  "You guys seem to come with your whole body.
Like, she really shook from the inside out when she came."
     
     "That must have been a first for you, Eric," Laura said
tartly.  "You usually never wait for anybody else to come."
     
     Eric grinned, eyes flashing.  "That's not true.  You
came when Danny and I fucked you at the same time."
     
     Oh god, I sure did! Laura remembered.  So hard I
thought I was going to die.  She looked down respectfully at
his huge, now-limp member, recalling how hard and fierce it
had been only moments ago, rearing up into Mavis's pretty,
engorged, tight little black pussy.  Only Laura had not had
an orgasm.  No wonder I feel this way, she thought.
     
     Smiling sensually, she slid over beside him and cradled
the slack monster in her palm, stroking it with the fingers
of her other hand.  She could feel it pulsing, resting,
gathering strength for another assault.
     
     "You know . . . I've got something tighter than even
Mavis's pretty little coozy," she murmured, looking up at
him from under her heavy eyelids.
     
     Eric grinned and nodded.  "I know."
     
     And their eyes locking together seemed to send a signal
to the stirring fuck machine.  His enormous cock began to
swell and thump again under her fingers, enticed by the
offer.
     
     "Maybe if I kiss him, he'll pay my tight little place a
visit," she whispered.
     
     "I think that might work," Eric panted, his voice
growing tighter, more excited now.
     
     Laura ran the tip of her tongue all the way down his
rising prick to his balls and toyed with them for several
seconds before ascending again, giving his thick, almost-
hard shaft hot little suck-kisses on the way up.  It was
marvelous to her how the thing came back to life.  The first
time was no shock to Laura since she knew from experience
that Eric could barely keep from coming without help when he
saw a desirable girl, or someone blew accidentally on his
stiff cock.  But he had fucked Mavis again only a few
minutes ago, and shot a second load into her that was just
as copious as the first.
     
     Now his cock was standing again, almost at full
strength, a rigid, reddened pole of throbbing, twitching
flesh, capped by a large flaring bulb that Laura carefully
licked and then sucked into her warm, wet mouth.  She knew
that at least two orgasms would make it harder for him to
come too fast, and so she enjoyed herself, sucking his
magnificent member with ingenious skill.  She was still
doing it when Mavis returned from the bathroom.
     
     "Hey, what's going on here?" she said, playfully.
"Laura, you don't like screwing dudes.  What you doing,
putting that ugly old thing in your mouth."
     
     Laura reached up and took her hand, pulling Mavis down
onto the bed with them.  "It's payback time, honey," she
winked at her.  "You and Eric had your fun.  Now you guys
get to return the favor."
     
     "Mmmmm, that sounds like fun," Mavis grinned.  "Who get
to go first?"
     
     Laura considered it, still sucking and stroking Eric's
mammoth stalk, now wet and shiny with her saliva.  "I was
sort of thinking you could do it together, you know?" she
suggested softly.
     
     Now Mavis leaned closer, kissing Laura's body and
rubbing her naked flesh against Laura.  "I love the way our
skins look when they slide together," she said, admiring her
black fingers on Laura's pale shoulder.  "How can we both do
you when you only got one pussy, Laura?  You mean like you
did me?  Want me to lick you while he fuck you?"
     
     With a meaningful glance, Laura took Mavis's hand,
balled it up into a fist, then brought it to her lips and
kissed it, gazing into Mavis's enchanting eyes with an
invitation.  Mavis giggled softly, nervously.
     
     "Oh . . . I get it."
     
     "You get part of it," Laura corrected her.
     
     She glanced up at Eric and quickly saw that he got all
of it.  Laura shivered as she realized what she had offered.
God, I haven't really been fucked hard for a long time, she
thought.  Do I really want to do this?
     
     But Eric, who obviously had a great memory, was already
reaching for the bedstand drawer where she kept the baby oil
bottle.  In seconds he had slathered his jumping, swollen
cock with the shiny oil, while Mavis watched in awe and
fascination.
     
     "What is he doing?" she asked, frowning.  "Ain't you
already wet enough for that big dong of his?"
     
     Laura smiled tightly, looking with fear at the huge,
throbbing battering ram.  "I'm afraid not," she said, biting
her lower lip.
     
     She turned her back to him and stared deep into Mavis's
incredible, burning, smoking-sex eyes as she felt Eric
pulling her buns apart, running his finger up and down in
her crack, looking for her back entrance.  Mavis looked at
what he was doing, then back at Laura, as if unable to
believe it.
     
     "You ain't gon' let him do that," she said, in a hushed
voice, disbelieving it.
     
     Laura gave her a half-smile.  "Watch carefully,
darling.  It only hurts for a little while," she added.
     
     "Shit," Mavis scoffed.  "You crazy, Laura.  His is big.
You see how big that is?  Brothers have them that big, I
heard.  Didn't know white dudes had `em too."
     
     But by now Laura had lost all concentration on whatever
Mavis was saying.  Eric had found her backtrack easily
enough with his fingertip and was pulling it open for the
huge, swollen head of his cock.  Laura's eyes watered as she
felt the spongy knob on top of the hard stalk pushing
against her anus, seeking entry.
     
     "Unh!" she gasped.  "Oh!"
     
     "Laura . . . you crazy," Mavis repeated, shaking her
head, watching Eric guide his cock with one hand between
Laura's buns, pushing slowly, relentlessly.
     
     Laura clenched her teeth as she felt the huge, rock-
hard stalk sliding up into her ass.  The water in her eyes
spilled over and ran down her cheeks.  It felt like a
baseball bat was being shoved into her.  She had forgotten
how gigantic it was, how it made your whole body feel like
it was just a painfully tight sleeve for this enormous,
flexing, throbbing prick.  Her body was paralyzed by white-
hot pain for several seconds.
     
     "Ungghhh!" she grunted helplessly, shaking, sucking in
gulps of breath desperately, hoping for the pain to pass.
     
     "Oh, Laura!" Mavis shook her head, grimacing in concern
as she saw the painful effects of this penetration crawling
over Laura's face.
     
     "Oh shit . . . you're pretty tight too!" she heard Eric
pant over her shoulder as he held her hips steady with both
strong hands and pushed his rigid cock as far as it would go
into her ass.
     
     Now she was completely impaled and skewered on it, her
small asshole crammed to the splitting point.  Eric began
slowly to fuck her ass, but the initial pain had not receded
yet, and Laura panicked.
     
     "Oh!  No . . . no no!  Please, not yet!" she whimpered.
"Please!"
     
     Eric relented.  He paused, even caressing her shoulders
with as much tenderness as he was capable of, kissing the
nape of her neck.  "Sorry."
     
     Slowly, Laura could feel the white-hot pain begin to
modulate into the weird, fierce sexual tornado of sensations
that she remembered.  She knew now that a fearsome sexual
explosion awaited her, and that it was only a minute or so
away.  Opening her glazed eyes, she beseeched Mavis with
them.
     
     "Your hand, honey," she panted, almost unable to speak
so overcome was she by frantic sexual needs, feeling Eric's
pillar of steel embedded deep in her ass.  "Your fist.  Come
on, honey.  Fuck me with your fist.  I want you too.  Both
of you."
     
     "Oh, Laura!"
     
     Mavis seemed stricken by horror and pity at the sight
of Laura impaled on Eric's massive shaft.  She seemed
reluctant to add to Laura's pain, or to participate in this
torture in any way.  And yet she loved Laura and could not
refuse her request.
     
     "Hurry!"
     
     "Are you sure?" Mavis asked in a tiny voice, clenching
and unclenching the fist, the one Laura wanted to feel
inside her pussy, a beautiful small black fist she had felt
there before.
     
     "Yes!  Hurry!"
     
     With a baleful look, Mavis slid closer and dropped her
hand between Laura's thighs.  Laura parted them, aided by
Eric, who held one of Laura's thighs up with his hand since
Laura was lying on her side.  This exposed the festering,
juicy trench of Laura's wet, glistening, magenta-colored
pussy, and Mavis slipped the wedge made by her fingers into
it quickly, as if she didn't want to prolong Laura's agony.
     
     "Yes!" Laura grunted softly.  "Ungghh!  Yes!
Awwonnnnngggg!"
     
     Mavis's whole hand slipped inside Laura's cunt, up to
the wrist.  Laura was now penetrated front and back, and
almost unable to bear the intensity of the sensations that
filled her quivering body.
     
     "Oh god . . . oh god!" she panted, gnawing her lower
lip as she felt Eric beginning again to move his cock up and
down in her tight back channel, and simultaneously feeling
Mavis bring her fingers together into a fist inside her
pussy, feeling Mavis's knuckles rotating against the inner
walls of her engorged slit.
     
     And now they began to fuck her in earnest, Mavis
joining in the rhythm in spite of her initial reluctance,
being swept up in the hypnotic sexual whirlwind of the
moment, gently pumping her fist into Laura's throbbing
pussy, then increasing the force of her thrusts, until Laura
was nearly overwhelmed by the surging, plunging invaders of
her body.  Writhing and gasping and mewling from a nearly
unendurable mixture of intense pleasure and weird,
indescribable pain, she undulated between them, as if trying
to escape and to heighten the intensity in the same instant.
     
     Her eyes caught Mavis's eyes, the girl's pulsing,
throbbing, scintillatingly sexual eyes, just as Eric nearly
lifted Laura's whole body off the bed with a deep, stabbing
lunge of his huge cock deep up into her flaming ass.
     
     "Anngghiiieee!" Laura shrieked, completely destroyed by
the piercing jolt, looking back over her shoulder in a
sudden flash of anger mixed with excruciating sexual
pleasure.  "Oh!"
     
     She suddenly knew that the worst was yet to come.  Eric
was only now getting into his hungry, jabbing, rapist mode,
and the following thrusts would rip her apart.  He had
already come twice and would not be quick to pop this time.
And Mavis was now twisting her fist and ramming it
vigorously into Laura's pussy.  Laura wondered if she had
ever been fucked harder by two people, even Eric and Danny.
     
     "Oh god . . . honey . . . suck my boobs, suck my
nipples!" she panted to Mavis.  "Suck them hard . . . hard!
Bite them, please!  Oh darling Mavis . . . please!"
     
     With a weird, half-hypnotized, strangely sexual grin
that seemed to indicate she was totally absorbed in the
deeply animalistic and perverted undercurrents of this three-
way sexual collision, Mavis leaned forward and with her free
hand guided one of Laura's small, perfect breasts toward her
mouth.  With both hands, Laura held Mavis's head, watching
her aching nipple disappear between the girl's incredibly
sensual lips, seeing stars suddenly again and feeling a stab
of lightning completely paralyze her body as Eric's
monstrous hard cock drilled up into her ass.
     
     "Ouungghhhh!" she groaned, going temporarily limp,
pierced to the very depths of her shuddering body by his
mammoth flesh spike.
     
     But Mavis's mouth and fist quickly brought her back to
life.  Mavis sucked Laura's throbbing nipple more
aggressively than she ever had before.  Laura, whose hands
had fallen away from Mavis's head under the piercing impact
of Eric's pile-driving cock, now grabbed her again, pushing
her breast maniacally into Mavis's face, grunting and
growling in a horrible fit of burning lust.
     
     "Suck it . . . bite it!" she panted.  "Yes!  Ungghhh!
Oh yes!  Aunngghhh!"
     
     She felt Mavis's teeth sink into her areola, which made
her whole writhing body stream with flaming rivers of
excruciating pleasure.  At the same moment, Mavis's fist
reared into Laura's aching, plundered pussy, her wrist bone
raking and mashing Laura's swollen, jangling clit, and Laura
nearly fainted in a paroxysm of sensation so acute that she
knew a horrific orgasm was traveling to meet her like a
huge, unavoidable locomotive bearing down on her at a
blinding speed.
     
     "Unghgh!  Anngghh!  Ohnnngg!  Ungh!  Oh shit!
Auungghhh!" she groaned, twisting and panting between their
surging bodies, feeling Mavis squeeze and suck her breast so
hard that she nearly squealed in pain.
     
     She couldn't believe that even through all this, in one
walled-off section of her tortured brain she realized that
the guys who had repaired her bed after she and Jane had
broken it had done a great job, because right now it was
taking as much punishment as she was, rocking and creaking
and shaking and rumbling as Eric and Mavis fucked her with
maniacal energy.  Mavis, having nearly swallowed one of
Laura's breasts, now turned to the other one, mauling it
with her fingers and her mouth and giving Laura just what
she had begged for, sinking her teeth into Laura's areola
and making her whimper in pain.
     
     And now the peak was near, and they knew it.  They
began pumping and squeezing and sucking and raping Laura
without mercy, feeling her writhing body stiffen and shake
in the preliminary convulsions that came just before her
orgasm.  And then it was there, a crushing, wrenching blow
that made her black out briefly as it engulfed her straining
flesh.  It was like being hit by a ton of bricks.  All the
breath seemed to leave her body, replaced by liquid fire
being pumped up through her ass and pussy into the rest of
her throbbing body.
     
     "AAAUUNNNOOWWNNGGGGGG!  ANGGHHH!  UNNGGGMMHHIIEEEE!"
she cried out, when the breath finally re-entered her lungs.
     
     This was followed by a loud, uncontrollable whinnying
and braying as she felt unbelievably intense spasms rip her
shuddering body, and also felt Eric's hammering prick
continuing to stab up into her pulsing ass, and Mavis's
plunging hand ram up into her cunt.  Neither had stopped
fucking her simply because she was coming.  Eric especially
was hurtling toward an orgasm of his own, his third, and he
grabbed her hips and drove her ass down on his up-thrusting
cock repeatedly, driving and drilling it deeper into her
body than it had ever been up to now.
     
     "Ohhhnnnn . . . deep!  So deep!" Laura moaned, weeping,
drenched now in her own sweat, feeling the tears pour down
her cheeks.  "Please come!  Ohhhh . . . please come!  It's
so deep!  Owwnnngghhhhh!  Ungghhhhh!  Oh!  Please!"
     
     She got her wish, but not before he jabbed his
swelling, surging spike up into her four or five more times,
causing her to howl and scream in piteous wails, making so
much pathetic noise that Mavis grew alarmed and stopped
moving her fist up and down.  With one final, piercing
lunge, Eric growled and came, and in response, over which
she had no control, Laura could feel her own body coming
again too, feel her toes curling and a deep rumbling spasm
clench deep in her womb as a fresh orgasm wracked her.
     
     "Unghhhhhh!  Aungghhhh!  Oh!" she cried, feeling his
prick finally begin to deflate and watching through eyes
blurred by her own tears as Mavis carefully withdrew her
hand from Laura's plundered, aching pussy.
     
     Her second orgasm was only slightly milder than her
first, and her whole body continued to throb and pulse even
after they had withdrawn from her.  Mavis was kissing her
face and stroking it with her fingertips, overcome by
concern, while Eric had rolled away, still sighing and
groaning in the aftermath of his own excruciating climax.
Laura lay shattered and panting between them, trying to
regain her senses.  She could feel the thick, warm rivulets
of Eric's jism leaking back out of her flaming asshole.
     
     "God, Laura, I ain't ever seen anybody get it that
hard," Mavis shook her head.  "You all right?"
     
     Laura blinked at her through her own tears, and smiled.
"You haven't seen anybody get it except you, me, and
Brenda," she teased, in a half-croak.
     
     Mavis smiled sheepishly.  "I ain't ever gon' let anyone
do that to me."
     
     "Good idea," Laura smiled ruefully.  "It's an acquired
taste."
     
     "You liked it?"
     
     Laura shrugged.  "I guess `like' isn't the right word."
     
     Wide-eyed, Mavis shook her head more emphatically.
"Unh uh, not this little black girl.  Not now, not ever."
     
     Even though nearly destroyed by Eric's marauding fuck-
monster, Laura felt a deep distress at not having been
allowed her moments alone with Mavis, which she had been
looking forward to all day.  It had been thrilling, but she
was in love with Mavis and wanted the darling girl to
herself, to kiss her and fuck her alone.  She felt cheated.
     
     "Oh god, it's quarter to eight," she said, glancing at
the bedside clock.
     
     Mavis's wild, swirling, burning, sexual eyes showed
quick panic.  "Oh shit."
     
     "I can drive her home," Eric said, predictably, pulling
on his trousers.
     
     Laura shook her head.  "No, you can't.  You are not to
see her again, understand?  She's underage.  You can both
get in trouble."
     
     He was only half-dressed, but Laura was already pushing
him out of the bedroom and toward the front door.
     
     "What about you?" Eric grinned.  "Hey, you left my
shoes in there.  Can I at least have my shoes?"
     
     Mavis, smiling and still buck-naked, showed up holding
his shoes.  She handed them to him, flirting, and Laura
could see Eric's eyes sweep up and down her delectable naked
black body.  He was getting ideas again.  Laura knew why.
Mavis looked good enough to devour.  It stabbed Laura to the
quick to see her flirtatious manner with Eric.
     
     But after all, he just fucked her twice, Laura thought.
I guess she has to have some feelings for him.  The lug.
Laura could feel her own ravaged asshole throbbing as a
result of Eric's vigorous visit.
     
     "I'll drop her off," she said crisply, watching
impatiently as Eric put on his shoes.  "Go get dressed,
Mavis.  Hurry."
     
     She opened the door to let Eric out.  "Call next time
before you come over," she said softly to him.  "I don't
mind.  Just call.  And stay away from her."
     
     "She's beautiful."
     
     "I know.  Stay away from her.  She's mine."
     
     "You can't fuck her," Eric grinned nastily, eyes
twinkling.
     
     "Wanna bet?"
     
     Laura shut the door in his face.  She went to the
bedroom and embraced Mavis, who was almost dressed, though
she had to gather her clothes from various parts of Laura's
apartment.  Now it was ten minutes to eight.  Laura hugged
her desperately, kissing her smooth black neck and throat.
     
     "I wanted us to be alone together," she murmured,
letting Mavis feel her need.  "This wasn't good enough for
me."
     
     Mavis was soft, understanding.  Her eyes swam with deep
love for Laura as she turned her face up.  "I'm sorry . . .
about him.  Just got carried away.  I wanted to do it with
you too."
     
     "We better get you home," Laura said, grabbing her
purse with her driver's license in it.  "Oh Mavis . . . try
to get away soon!  I hate not seeing you."
     
     Mavis winked playfully, seductively at her.  "You miss
my little black kitty?"
     
     "Oh god yes.  Now come on.  We don't want you to get in
trouble with your mother."
     
     
     
     
     
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