For about six months things went beautifully for Laura and Jonelle. Even the return of her little boy, though it made their times together briefer, and farther apart, had none of the effect Laura had feared. Jonelle showed no sign whatsoever of drawing away.

In fact, since they could grab only a few hours a week together, their sex became phenomenally intense, as intense as any Laura had ever had outside the perverse sadomasochism of her affair with Karen. She and Jonelle shared seizures of coming, heart- stopping orgasms, and moments of vibrant ecstacy that Laura had only partially perceived in earlier relationships.

Best of all, there was little jealousy to poison their feelings. Jonelle seemed to have no other sexual interests but Laura, and though she must have known that Laura wasn't just lying alone in bed every night, waiting for her, she never brought it up.

And in fact Laura did not often betray their intimacy with anyone else. During this period she had no sex with Karen at all, fearing another episode of red marks under her breasts for Jonelle to discover. She knew from brief work conversations that Chanitra was visiting Karen, expanding her experience, and all she could do was warn Karen not to hurt the girl, or try to initiate her into the perverted sexual practices she and Laura shared.

"How could you think I'd do that?" Karen asked, acting briefly scandalized. "The girl is a child. Anyway, I get off enough on knowing I'm fucking Yvette Farmer's little sister." Karen's eyes twinkled with mischief.

It was Yvette that Laura could not put completely behind her. She was in love with Jonelle, but Yvette's pull on her was strong. She couldn't look at Yvette without being overcome by a flood of hot, wild sexual memories. And Yvette felt the same way about Laura. They were so combustible that just meeting in the hallway at work set off sparks both feared other employees might notice.

"Can I come by after work?" Yvette asked, plaintively. "Just for twenty minutes?"

"You can't stay longer?"

"He'll know. He watches me like a hawk."

But it was twenty minutes of constant fucking. Yvette was barely inside the door before they were all over each other, tearing off their clothes, fucking wildly, rapaciously on the floor, then moving quickly to Laura's bedroom and fucking repeatedly on the bed. After about three orgasms, Yvette's g-spot vulnerability kicked in, and Laura was able to bring her to an uninterrupted string of six more climaxes, wild, shrieking convulsions of coming that left her drenched in sweat and sobbing from the release.

Then she had to quickly shower before leaving, then hurry off. Laura had looked at her watch and seen that Yvette had been there twenty-six minutes. She had come nine times. Laura had come four times, once in the middle of Yvette's wild string of climaxes by rubbing her pussy on Yvette's wildly jerking leg.

Three weeks later they had repeated it, only the second time Yvette, ashamed of being so greedy before, took care to bring Laura to several beautiful orgasms before yielding herself. Both of them felt like two animals it heat, but it gave an urgency and acute passion to their couplings that made them almost unbearably intense. So, about once a month, they met and devoured one another.

But what really began to interfere with Laura's relationship with Jonelle was so strange to her that she had a hard time getting used to it. Ever since she had begun having sex with other women, she had been the pursuer, the seductress, even with Karen, though it had not been hard. But none of them had thought of going to bed with Laura until she had overcome their initial resistance, sometimes with great difficulty.

Now she had to get used to being pursued herself. A woman in her late twenties named Barbara Crowley, slender and black, with a lovely sharp-featured face, an incredibly slim waist, and a fetching high bottom like Chanitra's, appeared in Jonelle's department of the company, and instantly seemed to become fascinated with Laura.

Naturally, Laura dropped by now and then to see Jonelle and chat with her. One day as she was walking away from Jonelle's desk, she nearly ran into Barbara, who was coming out of a photocopy room. Barbara spilled an armful of paper on the floor, and Laura helped her pick them up. Even though they were laughing and talking nervously to smooth things over, Laura could feel an instant sexual magnetism spring up between them.

It was natural, she knew, for her to feel drawn to Barbara, who was very attractive. But to feel so clearly that Barbara wanted her, Laura, wanted her physically, wanted to fuck her, that was harder to accept. And yet, during the next few weeks it became unmistakably clear.

When she went to see Jonelle, she would notice Barbara staring at her. A hot, smoky, even jealous stare. Laura couldn't help being aroused, then assaulted by a dozen conflicting emotions. Barbara was physically very desireable but seemed to have a prickly, querulous sort of personality that was unattractive. Jonelle didn't like her.

"She's not very friendly," she told Laura, who feigned disinterest. "Always criticizing. No sense of humor. Really a bitch. I don't think she likes seeing me talk to you."

"Why?" Laura asked.

"Don't know. Maybe she hates white folks."

But Laura knew otherwise. Although Barbara might be prickly around others, around Laura she immediately began almost to throb visibly with melting sexual feelings, to smile, to insinuate, to ingratiate herself. The girl is a dropdead lesbian, Laura realized. She wants to fuck me and gets jealous when I talk to Jonelle.

And Laura couldn't help being interested. Barbara's personality was rather unappealing, but physically she was gorgeous. Laura found herself staring. Barbara wasn't shockingly beautiful, like Jonelle, but very startingly pretty just the same. And though she didn't dress at all revealingly, her very narrow waist emphasized her swelling hips and the high, hard hump of her ass. She had long legs, and apparently small breasts, or no breasts. It was hard to tell since she wore loose blouses that showed nothing.

But her skin was dark velvet, and her eyes sparkled with sensuality. For the first time she could remember, Laura found herself wanting to sleep with someone she really didn't like very well.

One day after leaving work, she was browsing in the greeting card section of the corner drug store and ran into Barbara.

"Oh, hi," she smiled, feeling their eyes lock, the first time they had actually encountered each other outside of work.

"Hi, Laura," Barbara said. "You know, I've been meaning to tell you how great you look in that suit."

Laura actually blushed. She wondered if she had ever said that. She smiled again, embarrassed.

"Oh, you think so? Thanks."

"You really are stunning. I guess the men must be all over you, right? Lining up to take you out?"

Laura smiled with false sweetness at her. At the same time, she couldn't help but admire Barbara's beautiful smooth neck and fine bones.

"You're pretty good-looking yourself," she said.

Barbara smiled. "You think so?"

Laura nodded.

"We really are a mutal admiration society, aren't we," Barbara said, in a slightly cynical tone of voice. "Maybe we should go have a drink together."

Laura found herself jumping at the invitation. "Maybe we should," she said.

"How about right now?"

Barbara had suddenly begun throbbing, almost palpably wanting Laura, and Laura was overcome by this desire.

"Why not?" she said. "I know a good bar near here where they'll leave you alone if you don't like being hit on."

Barbara's eyes sparkled. They went to Laura's bar, and had a drink. Barbara grew more relaxed. By the time they were ready for another, they had drawn a clutch of men, despite Laura's reassurances, and neither wanted to stay.

"My place isn't far from here," Laura said. "Want to drop by for another?"

"Try to keep me away," Barbara smiled.

At Laura's place, and with one more drink apiece, they were even more relaxed. Laura found herself physically drawn more than ever to Barbara, who had a beautifully-shaped body. She wore a red silk blouse that hung suggestively around the small, jutting cones of her bra, and Laura couldn't help looking at her legs as she crossed them, long and black and sleek, with tapering calves and gleaming knees.

Barbara saw Laura looking at them. She ran her fingertips suggestively down one leg. Then Laura, playing the game, crossed her own legs, which were spectacular, she knew. She watched Barbara's eyes on them.

"You must have men standing in line to take you out with legs like those," Laura said, just to see how Barbara would react.

"Oh no . . . not really," Barbara said.

Her short skirt had ridden up, exposing a good portion of her firm, sleek thigh. She smiled at Laura.

"You really think they're all right?" she asked.

"They're gorgeous."

"You think so? I mean, really?"

Laura nodded. She felt hot, filled with desire for Barbara.

"Not as beautiful as yours," Barbara said, staring at Laura's. "I've never seen legs as beautiful as yours. So beautiful . . . I almost want to touch them."

"Really?" Laura asked, acting bemused. You silly thing. Touch my legs? Do you think I'm a pervert or something? She smiled lazily at Barbara, feeling warm and sexually aroused, knowing they would end up in bed but curious about how they would get there.

She uncrossed her legs, looking deep into Barbara's eyes.

"I guess you could . . . if you want to," she said softly.

Barbara swallowed noticeably. She put her drink on the lamp table. Laura was sitting in the easy chair across from the sofa, so Barbara had to stand up. She walked slowly over to Laura and knelt down, her eyes never leaving Laura's until her fingers touched Laura's calf.

Laura could feel juice flood her pussy as Barbara's hands began to caress her legs. And Barbara knew how to do it. She massaged Laura's beautifully-shaped calves, then her ankles, then her knees. Laura rested her head on the back of the chair and closed her eyes briefly. God, I'm being seduced, she thought, smiling.

"Oh Barbara, that feels so good," she murmured. "Where did you learn how to do that?"

"This is the first time I've ever done it," Barbara lied.

"Mmmmm . . . feels so good."

Laura slid down further in the chair, parting her thighs slightly and perching her ass on the edge of the cushion in a way she knew was provocative.

"Please don't stop," she whispered.

Now Barbara's skilled fingers started inching slowly up her thighs, toward the hem of her skirt, which had ridden up. The first touch of Barbara's lips against the bare skin inside her thigh just above her knee actually made Laura's heart flutter briefly.

"Oh!" she moaned softly.

Barbara said nothing but continued kissing her leg, slowly, not aggressively, her lips cool and then warmer, climbing, climbing.

"Oh!" Laura moaned again, squirming a little in the chair, throwing her head back. "What are we doing?"

"Do you want me to stop?" Barbara asked in a low, husky voice.

"No," Laura whispered.

Barbara's lips rose higher. She inched the hem of Laura's skirt up further. Laura let her thighs apart even more.

"Laura . . . your legs are so beautiful," Barbara purred, kissing the insides of both of Laura's thighs now, her mouth getting closer and closer to Laura's crotch.

Laura's skirt was hiked all the way up now, her thighs spread wide. And she was feverish with arousal.

"Oh Barabara," she gasped in a small, desperate voice.

"Yes?"

"Oh . . . please."

"You like it?"

"Oh yes."

Barbara stood up and leaned forward over the chair, bringing her lovely face close to Laura's. For a brief moment they looked deeply into each other's eyes. Then their mouths came together in a hungry, passionate kiss, a devouring, insatiable kiss.

Laura pulled Barbara down into the chair on top of her. She kissed Barbara's long black neck and unbuttoned the first two buttons of the red silk blouse.

"Laura . . ."

"Don't talk," Laura whispered.

She nearly had Barbara's blouse off. Barbara's skin was dark brown and smooth and warm, and the contrast of the red silk and the white bra straps against it aroused Laura wildly. She kissed Barbara's shoulders, and the valley between her bra cups, reaching behind Barbara's back and unclasping the bra.

The straps slid down Barbara's arms and the cups fell away from her small, exquisite breasts. Laura filled her hands with the firm, round globes, squeezing them sharply. She felt Barbara's hand under her skirt, between her thighs.

"Oh!" she gasped as she felt Barbara's fingers slide under the elastic of her panties and into her wet cunt. "Unhhh!"

Laura closed her mouth over one of Barbara's large, protruding black nipples and sucked it and part of Barbara's breast deep into her mouth.

"Unh! Oh god Laura!" Barbara panted.

Laura had fucked and been fucked hundreds of times, but none had been more exciting, urgent, passionate, or hot than this. She and Barbara tore at one another, sucking and squeezing and kissing and biting. Laura sucked Barbara's lovely breasts fiercely, while Barbara's hand found Laura's clit and rubbed it until Laura knew she was going to come, right there, in only seconds.

She managed to get her hand under Barbara's skirt too, and quickly slipped it under Barbara's panties, rubbing the girl's sopping wet slit rapidly.

"Unh! Unh!" Barbara grunted softly. "Oh god I'm going to come," she panted in Laura's ear.

But Laura was almost coming already. With Barbara's breast in her mouth, she arched her back, suddenly spilling over in violent spasms of coming.

"Auunggh! Oh god! Auungghnniiieee!" she cried out, her body torn with spastic convulsions of ecstacy.

"Unh! Unh! Oh!" Barbara gasped, pumping frantically, pushing her flooding pussy into Laura's thrusting hand. "Ohhhnggg! Yes! Yes! Unnmmmnnggeeee!" she wailed, grimacing as a sharp orgasm wrenched her half-clothed body.

They lay crumpled together in Laura's easy chair, still panting and flushed from quick, violent orgasms. Barbara pulled herself up. Her breasts and nipples were still wet with Laura's saliva, and she rubbed them against Laura's cheek.

Laura smiled at her, and they both began to giggle. "I want to eat you alive," Laura said, cupping Barbara's exquisite breasts and kissing them hungrily.

"I just may give you the chance," Barbara grinned.

They both got up, realizing as they stood there that they were both only half-dressed. But they kissed very affectionately anyway, then more ardently.

"I know you've done this before," Barbara whispered in Laura's ear. "Why did you make me seduce you?"

"I've never been seduced by a woman," Laura confessed. "It was fun. Gosh, I just came like a bomb going off."

"Me too. I've wanted you ever since I saw you."

"Think we might be able to do that again?" Laura teased, running her hands again all over Barbara's marvelous naked breasts. "Like, in my bedroom?"

"You're just like all the girls," Barbara said. "You want to take me in there and fuck me."

"I sure do."

They went into Laura's bedroom. Taking their time now, each undressed the other, kissing and caressing as she went. Little did Laura realize it at the moment, but she was in for the sexual marathon of her life.

She had gone through a few back-breaking sessions, with Karen, and once with Brandi, but it was nothing compared with what she and Barbara put one another through. It was the first time Laura had ever gone to bed with a girl, or a man for that matter, for whom her emotional attachment was minimal. She wanted Barbara's body, only her body, and was amused to realize that Barbara felt the same way. She wanted Laura's body, only her body.

This being the case, they nearly killed each other with a weekend full of the most exhausting and ingenious fucking Laura had ever experienced. Barbara had a beautiful and a strong body, and seemed capable of experiencing every type of climax possible, from sharp, tight little bursts of bliss to long, agonizing waves of killing rapture, like Jonelle's.

She was also thrillingly oversexed, like Laura, and by Saturday morning they had fucked so much throughout the night that they both fell into a sound sleep for six hours. They awoke hungry, but hungrier for each other, and each had multiple strings of orgasms again before ordering out for some food.

As they sat eating Chinese food at Laura's kitchen table, dressed in a couple of Laura's bathrobes, they began to realize what they had done. Each had long ago lost count of the number of orgasms she had had.

"I think about twenty," Laura said. "Maybe more."

"I once had fifty-six," Barbara said. "I mean, with the same person, during the same period."

"You're kidding."

Barbara shook her head. "I'm a sex maniac. I can't get enough."

"Sometimes I think I am."

"I'd have an evening like this one, with you, and I'd go home and masturbate ten more times."

"You're getting me hot, Barbara."

"How hot?"

They had already done it every way possible, Laura thought, except for getting into the perverse territory she and Karen had explored. But Barbara had a secret she had not yet revealed.

"How kinky are you?" she winked.

If you only knew, Laura thought. "Why do you ask?"

"Because I think you can have about twenty more orgasms, if you want them."

Laura got up and came around the table, drawing Barbara to her feet. She kissed her and slipped both hands under Barbara's robe, stroking Barbara's beautiful naked body.

"I want them," she breathed into Barbara's ear. "And I haven't had enough of you, either. I want to fuck you and fuck you."

"Now you're making me hot," Barbara breathed.

They went back to Laura's bedroom. Barbara didn't carry around a goody bag like Karen's. All she had in her purse was a small but very powerful vibrator, and four or five attachments. And using it, she had Laura nearly climbing the walls for the next hour.

One of the attachments was a velvet massager, and she had Laura lie face down on the bed while she ran it slowly all over Laura's body, until Laura was tingling and quivering. Then she replaced it with a soft rubber bulb studded with soft rubber prickles. At first it looked forbidding, but when Laura felt it on her flesh, she nearly came unglued.

Still lying on her stomach, she clenched her teeth as Barbara really began to fuck her, swarming over her, pressing her firm naked breasts into Laura's back while dipping her tongue between Laura's buns, then introducing the barbed rubber bulb between them, and varying the speed of the vibrator from slow to moderately fast. The bulb dipped down to her pussy, grazing her clit, and Laura came almost immediately, a shocking, surprising orgasm.

"Oh! Unh! Ohhnnmmggeeeee!" she gulped and cried out, coming in sharp, unexpected spasms.

But Barbara had been right. It was only the beginning.

"God, I love your ass, you have such a beautiful ass," she whispered to Laura, beginning to kiss and suck Laura's smooth buns while sliding the vibrator and prickled bulb up into Laura's cunt, fucking Laura with it, harder and harder, until Laura quickly came again, this time a choking, groaning climax that ripped through her body like a knife.

"Auungghhh! Oh! Oh god oh shit! Auungghh!" she groaned, coming fiercely.

And now Barbara was all over her even more, raising the intensity a notch, manipulating Laura's throbbing body with skill and experience. Turning Laura over onto her back, she brought the vibrator, now wet with Laura's cunt juices, up to Laura's breasts, pressing the wet rubbery spikes against Laura's nipples and turning up the speed, until Laura was moaning and twisting excitedly.

Then, switching off the vibrator momentarily and dropping it beside them on the mattress, Barbara scooped up Laura's firm, perfect breasts and began mauling Laura's nipples with her mouth, sucking them hard, and this time biting them softly too, bunching each exquisite globe up in her fist and running her sharp teeth back and forth on the swollen, shiny bud. Laura whimpered hysterically.

"Oh baby, you gonna come, you gonna come?" Barbara panted. "You like me biting your nipples, don't you."

She snatched up the vibrator again and tormented Laura's breasts some more with it before dropping it to Laura's clit and then biting one of Laura's stiff, aching nipples again, bringing Laura up to yet another sharp, convulsive orgasm.

"Owwwnngghh . . . hhhh . . . unhhh! Oh god, yes! Ungghiieee!" Laura cried out, coming wildly.

Now Laura had come three times in quick succession, which amazed her after the long string of twenty climaxes she had experienced earlier. She knew she could still come, but these were so fast, so sharp, and Barbara seemed to draw them from her so easily. Groggy with sexual arousal and depravity, she surrendered completely to Barbara's aggressive caresses, letting Barbara lubricate her asshole with baby oil, knowing a more brutal, crushing, and violent orgasm awaited her at the end of this string. Only Karen had ever dared to fuck Laura this thoroughly and brutally, and Laura couldn't resist.

She had not met anyone but Karen who knew as Barbara clearly knew how raw sex could be between them. Barbara had now propped Laura's ass up on a pillow, and Laura winced and yelped as she felt the vibrator with the rubber-spiked ball slipping into her ass.

"Aiiieee! Oh! Oh Jesus oh shit! Aiingghhiiee!" she squirmed, squealing, as the thing seemed to light her body on fire.

But Barbara had known she would react this way, and she fell on Laura's clit with her mouth, sucking it so hard that Laura nearly exploded with coming. Her body flipped and surged off the bed, and wild throttled screams came from deep in her throat as killing spasm after spasm of white-hot coming ripped through her shuddering body.

Laura had never had orgasms like this, and they didn't end either, but kept rupturing her spasming body with incandescent pleasure, until finally Barbara slacked off, pulling the buzzing monster out of her ass and releasing her jangling clit. Laura's body collapsed back onto the bed, limp and slack, exhausted from a burning seizure of pleasure more intense than she had ever experienced, except, perhaps, after fainting from being raped by Brandi's thigh.

Panting and gasping for breath, involuntary tears streaming down her cheeks, she gazed with awe at Barbara, unable to believe what had happened. She had come eight more times in about half an hour, and felt like her body had been gang-raped by a mob of horny marines.

"God," she gasped, finally regaining her breath, "why didn't you warn me it would be like that?"

"Did you like it?" Barbara smiled.

"I don't know whether that's the word."

"Turnabout's fair play," Barbara said, darkly, handing the fiendish vibrator to Laura.

The rest of the evening, for Laura, beggared description. She and Barbara fucked one another with the horrible machine until they were quivering with fatigue, and Laura began to realize that sex with this girl was more dangerous even than with Karen. They had so many debilitating orgasms that when Laura finally kissed her goodbye and watched her drive off, she actually found herself thinking she would have to give sex a rest for a while. This one could kill me, she realized, smiling secretively.