And in the morning, when they awoke, they fucked twice more before even leaving the bed. Then once more together in the shower. By the time they left for work, they had each come twenty-one times since they had entered Laura's apartment the night before.

Neither could believe it.

"Did we actually do that?" Karen whispered to Laura as they drove to work.

Laura nodded. "I think we must have set a record."

"I know it was a record for me."

"Once I came three times, twice in the evening, once the next morning," Laura said. "I never knew I could come twenty-one times. Until you."

In the parking lot, they gazed rapturously into each other's eyes, feeling like they were in love, longing to kiss heatedly, even to fuck again, right there, but afraid to risk even a hidden caress. It was scary. Both of them were terrified of the strong feelings they had, but they tried to conceal it from each other and from themselves.

"I . . . I want to see you again," Laura murmured shyly. "I know what we did was wrong, but I want it. I want it again."

Karen took her hand. "I want it as bad as you do," she whispered. "We can't think of it as wrong. It's too good to be wrong."

"But we're not lesbians," Laura whispered, drawing closer.

"We both know that. Who else do we care about?"

"I want to fuck with you right here. In front of everybody."

"But we don't want to lose our jobs," Karen said, eyes glittering with desire.

"I know," Laura admitted glumly.

They went into to work, hurting at the separation, but grimly determined to keep their wild night a secret. And yet as the day wore on, Laura began to feel more and more guilty about what they had done. True, the guilt made her lust for Karen seem even hotter, but it carried with it the terrible shame of having slept with another girl, and done unspeakable things. Even the memory of twenty-one orgasms was tinged with revulsion and embarrassment.

God, maybe I am a lesbian! she thought. I've just never realized it till now. Because I want her bad, more than any man. More than I ever wanted any man! I want to fuck her . . . and eat her . . . and rub my pussy against hers until we both just melt with coming. Oh god, it was so good!

She could almost climax all over again, just recalling it. The whole thing was very disturbing. All day she had to fight the urge to go to the part of the building where Karen worked. Just to see her. Maybe to get her alone somewhere. In the bathroom. And touch her. And slip a hand into her groin, or free one of her fantastic, beautiful breasts and suck it.

Laura got wet just thinking of it. And more angry with herself. You're not that way! she told herself. You're not a lesbian! Why do you want her? You like men! You need a man to fuck you. And I mean, really fuck you. Rape you. That's what you need.

With that in mind, and suppressing her very acute emotional longing and sexual yearning for the beautiful black girl, she went after work to a popular singles bar where many of her fellow workers often went. It didn't take her long to attract a group of men, all of them competing heavily for her attention.

All Laura had to do was pick one, and she picked a guy who had actually been pursuing her for about a year, Rick Perkins, who worked in the same company and was very good-looking. In fact, she had been tempted to go out with him often in the past, but things had never turned out just right. Now, however, she was very receptive.

When he suggested that they go to his place, she said, "Only if you promise to behave yourself and not take advantage of me."

She glared deep into his eyes to see how he would react.

"Wouldn't think of it," he said quickly. "Just a quick drink. Then I'll take you home."

But remarkably enough, she found that she enjoyed his company very much. They got along well, and were laughing and relaxed in a short time. They sent out for pizza from his apartment, and by nine o'clock, after a few drinks, Laura had forced herself to forget about Karen enough to think that the idea of letting this handsome guy fuck her was not so bad. In fact, it was kind of exciting.

And he seemed to sense the softening of her attitude. While getting her a fresh drink, he circled behind her chair. Then she felt his face dipping into her hair, felt his lips on her neck. Then she was turning her head, her mouth meeting his. They kissed slowly, heatedly. When their lips came apart, Laura was panting softly.

"I . . . I'm sorry," Rick apologized, clearly sincere. "You're very beautiful. I just wanted to smell your hair and I . . . got carried away."

"Mmmmm, I like the way you get carried away," Laura smiled, offering her sensual mouth to him again.

His kissed her skillfully, then demandingly. Suddenly, he was pulling her up from the easy chair, crushing her body into his and digging his fingers into her flesh through her clothes. And Laura was not resisting. It was as if she were awakening to a fresh way of making love, after her exquisite night in Karen's arms, and at the same time his rough, masculine treatment of her recalled all her past sexual experiences before Karen.

God, he's really after me! she thought, feeling her heart race and her hot blood pump. He's so rough, and hard!

Rick's mouth was on her smooth neck, giving her excited goosebumps. His fingers unfastened the buttons of her blouse, opening them one by one. They both looked down as the top of Laura's lacy peach bra came into view. The deep valley between her firm breasts was visible.

He dropped his head and kissed it. His lips roamed over the bulging tops of her breasts. Laura wriggled out of her blouse.

"You take it off," he whispered. "There's nothing sexier than a woman taking off her own bra."

Unless she's taking off another woman's bra, Laura thought, her mind quickly filling with images of Karen's bra coming off, Karen's round, perfect breasts spilling out, Karen's soft, puffy, black nipples . . .

But she clenched her teeth and made the images go away. Actually, she couldn't help briefly thinking about Karen and Rick in the same instant, speculating on what it would be like with both of them. Both of them fucking me! she thought. God, I'd die!

She reached both arms behind her back slowly, letting him watch her breasts swell and push against the bra cups. Tantalizing him, she slowly released the clasp. Then she skimmed the shoulder straps down her arms. The cups came away from her firm, jutting breasts. Her swollen coral nipples gleamed in the soft light.
Rick brought his hands up and carefully cradled her breasts in his palms. "I've never seen such perfection," he murmured.

Laura kissed him, urgently. "Do you like to kiss and suck perfection?" she asked him throatily.

He dropped his mouth to her breasts and within seconds had her whimpering and shivering with sexual excitement. His mouth on her sensitive nipples was completely unlike Karen's. He was just as feverish and hungry, but he sucked her sharply, almost violently, taking a chunk of her breast inside his mouth with her wildly throbbing nipple, digging his fingers into the resilent globes.

"Oh! Oh god!" Laura whimpered, writhing in his grasp.

They sank to the floor beside his sofa. Rick wouldn't release her breasts. He was obsessed by them, tonguing and sucking and assaulting her nipples until Laura was moaning hysterically, her hands tearing at his belt buckle. She got it open and pulled his pants down, freeing his cock, a huge, hot, throbbing weapon, bigger than any she had ever seen. She slipped down his body, scooping his balls and his jumping prick up into her hands, peppering the twitching pole with hot kisses.

"Laura," he panted. "I've never seen such beautiful boobs in my life. God, you're beautiful."

"Mmmmmm, I've never seen such a big cock," she said, slurping it passionately.

He groaned as she began to make frenzied love to his twitching prick. She burrowed her mouth down into his crotch, teasing his balls with her tongue, then kissing her way up the rock-hard shaft of his enormous cock until she reached the ballooning, purplish head. She took it into her mouth, drooling warm spittle all over it, then sucking him cleverly, not too hard, but insistently, rhythmically, until he was cawing and churning his hips, upfucking her mouth, holding her head in his hands.

She could hardly believe how hungry they were for it. They were both still half-dressed, but nothing could stop them. She held his huge, hard cock in her hands and rubbed it all over her naked breasts, driving him crazy with lust.

"Don't you want to come all over my breasts?" she panted to him. "Come in my mouth and all over my breasts?"

"Unnhhh . . . ohnnnn!" he moaned. "Yes! Ungghhh! God . . . yes, suck it hard! Ungghhh!"

Neither one of them could control themselves. Laura wanted him to fuck her, but she didn't want to stop sucking his cock. She held the massive shaft in her hands and dove on the swollen head of his prick, sucking him fiercely, feeling his body stiffen and jerk.

Then suddenly, his prick was spouting into her mouth, foaming up with creamy spurts of jism, while he groaned and jammed it into her throat. Laura swallowed, then yanked it from her mouth and pressed it against her breasts, feeling the dollops of cum spatter her nipples and run in glistening rivulets down her creamy globes. She fed it back into her mouth in time to drink the last few drops that her fingers coaxed from the throbbing tube.

Finally, Rick collapsed in a disheveled mess, panting and gasping, beside her. Both were only half-dressed, Laura's naked breasts streaked with his cum, his huge cock drooping now. She kissed him.

"I hope that was just the appetizer," she whispered.

"I'm sorry it happened so fast," he grinned. "I . . . guess I just couldn't help it."

"I tried to make sure of that," she said.

Feeling very seductive, and very aroused by his orgasm, she slowly wiped his cum off her breasts with one finger and licked it clean. As Rick watched her, his cock began to swell and jump again.

"Why don't we adjourn to the bedroom," he suggested. "So much more comfortable."

"I agree," Laura smiled.

He grabbed a couple of towels from the hall closet on the way. In his bedroom was a king-size bed. He pulled down the bedcovers, exposing the sheet. Laura could feel her pussy getting wetter at the sight of this huge mattress playground. She unzipped her skirt and did a slow, tantalizing striptease for him, ending with her lacy bikini panties, which she skimmed slowly down her long, tawny legs.

Rick shed his shirt fast, and they fell together completely naked on the bed, his hands racing all over Laura's smooth, exquisite body. She moaned softly as his mouth began to explore her flesh. It was so different from the way Karen had made love to her. He was not tender and inventive like Karen, who, even at her most urgent, was insinuating, tantalizing, cleverly wicked. Rick was hard and rough and quick. He wiped the residue of his cum off her breasts with a towel, then scooped them up and began kissing and sucking them with renewed fervor, quickly bringing her to the edge of a sharp orgasm.

She knew that the slightest thing would make her spill over with coming. She was so aroused from having him come in her mouth and all over her breasts that it didn't take much to arouse her to the brink.

She parted her thighs and let him settle between them, her tense body shaking and twisting with sexual need.

"Ohhhhh Rick . . . fuck me," she begged him. "Do it to me now, please, don't wait . . . I need it, I'm so close! Please!"

"I've never seen a girl as beautiful as you," he panted, kissing her neck, rubbing her sopping-wet pussy with his hand, making her groan and gasp with frantic lust.

Finally, Laura dropped one shaking hand between them and pulled the fat, steel-hard stalk of his long prick toward her swollen cuntlips.

"Put it in me!" she whimpered. "Please!"

He guided the swollen head of his gigantic cock into her glistening, red gash, pushing the whole enormous stalk in deep. Laura clenched her teeth and mewled softly as she felt the massive piston fill her hungry pussy.

"Ohhnnnn . . . oh god, it's so big!" she gasped.

"I'll try not to hurt you," Rick panted.

Laura had never felt anything like this. His cock was so big that it seemed to fill her whole body, cramming her tight cunt, making her flesh swell and throb and pulse with fire. And when he began to move it in and out of her, she whimpered and saw stars. His long prick jabbed up against the back of her pussy, making her wince and quiver with incredible bliss at the same instant.

She locked her thighs around his hips and began pumping frantically, so close to a stupendous orgasm that she went briefly crazy with wild lust.

"Oh please, do it hard!" she begged. "Hurt me . . . I don't care! Unghhh! Owwnchhh! God . . . it's so big! Awwnnggghh! Oh! Oh yes! Harder! Unghh! Aungghh!"

Rick slid his hands down to cup her firm asscheeks, then rammed his cock into her again and again, stabbing it deep, bringing wild yelps from Laura's throat. She had never been fucked this way, or by such a monstrously huge prick, which seemed almost to split her body in two as it reamed her hot, creaming pussy.

And as her orgasm grew closer, Rick fucked her even harder, pulling her cunt into his uprearing cock, ripping it up into her. She groaned and stiffened, her body arching, her muscles clenched, her breath suspended, as the shock waves of her climax began to strike. He plunged his massive cock to the hilt in her pussy, and the whole universe burst into a fierce explosion as Laura came violently.

"Auungghhh!" she cried out, gagging on a shocking uprush of ecstacy. "Ohnng! Annghiieeee! Ohnngghiieeee!"

The fierce spasms raked and wrenched her undulating body, stabbed into fresh new intensity by his huge, thrusting cock, then renewed again by the feeling of his cum spurting into her in sharp, quick bursts. Even her most urgent couplings with Karen had not approached the violence of this climax, which seemed to wring her dry and finally left her panting and wasted under Rick's sagging body, her pussy still throbbing and fluttering, still impaled on his massive prick, her clit still tingling with feathery aftershocks of a brutal fuck.

"I didn't know you were going to try to kill me as well as fuck me," she murmured to him as he rolled to the side.

"I'm sorry, was I too rough? I thought you wanted it that way."

"Mmmmmm, I did," she purred. "It was just what I needed."

And she was telling the truth. She had not thought of Karen, except briefly as the spasms were dying away, and then only to acknowledge how different fucking with Rick was. And even though her pussy was a little sore after such a mauling, she knew she wouldn't be going home without at least one more. She could see it in Rick's eyes, and she knew she wanted it.

"You really like to fuck, don't you," he grinned.

"Do you know somebody who doesn't?"

"Oh, but you like it more than most. With this gorgeous body, I can see why. You really are the most beautiful woman I've ever had."

"I know one more beautiful," she said.

"More than you?"

"Yes. And I can tell you a secret," she whispered. "You haven't fucked her, but I have."

Rick's eyes widened with curiosity. "Tell me more."

Laura shook her head, grinning. "Does it excite you?"

They both looked down at his limp cock. It didn't stir. But it sure is big, Laura thought. I feel like he's been ramming a baseball bat up and down inside my pussy.

"It excites me," Rick said. "But after two quick ones, it takes this old boy about half an hour to come back to life."

"Half an hour!" Laura teased him. "With my girlfriend, we only stopped fucking to sleep. I came over twenty times."

Rick shrugged. "I guess I can't equal that. Maybe you should give her a call."

But Laura snuggled up to him, caressing his huge, lovely prick. "Oh no, I think I can wait for what you have to offer. I mean, two is better than one, isn't it."

"And three is better than two," he smiled.

"No, silly. I mean people. Think of what it would be like to have both of you fucking me, you and her."