Laura was mortified. She had a pretty good position in her company, and had gone to some lengths to make sure her sexual proclivities were not known. She didn't date men from within the company, but that was not unusual for a career woman, who might see the dangers of mixing her love life with her job.

In actual fact, she had four torrid affairs going on with four different girls, Karen, Yvette, Barbara, and now Cecilia, but she had taken care not to let anyone know. Now, unless this Pete Hansen were extraordinarily discreet, which she doubted of any man, she could be exposed as a lesbian. And while she might be one, in fact how could she deny it, she didn't want it widely known.

And if Yvette ended up sleeping with Pete just to seal his lips, then even worse might happen. Laura remembered Arthur, and also the way things had of slipping out, if you had to trust too many people. Already five different people now knew about her sexual needs, and though four of them had the same needs, none of them were as vulnerable as she was. On the other hand, none of those four wanted anyone to know she slept with Laura, either.

Whatever her anxieties, she had promised to let Cecilia drive her home after work, and both knew what would happen. In spite of her frantic, wonderful, hot coupling with Yvette in Scheinbaum's office, Laura got all fluttery in the pit of her stomach when she thought of Cecilia. It would only be their second time together, and Cecilia had specifically said, this morning, that she wanted Laura to fuck her.

In the parking lot, standing by her car waiting for Laura, Cecilia's dark eyes nearly smoked with sex. Inside the car, she told Laura that her boyfriend was expecting her home by six. They would have to hurry.

"Are you sure you want to rush it like this?" Laura asked.

But Cecilia's beautiful face fell. "Don't you want me?"

Laura smiled and put a hand on her knee, running it up under her skirt, caressing her naked thigh. "I could rape you right here," she said, letting her eyes throb too.

She had been so flummoxed by the incident with Yvette and Pete Hansen that she hadn't trusted herself to let her true feelings show until now.

"You better get your hand off my leg or we'll have an accident," Cecilia said.

When they got there, both of them felt some awkwardness. They felt rushed, a little nervous, even shy. Laura threw the bolt on the door, then pinned Cecilia against it, giving her a long, slow, simmering french kiss, slowly unbuttoning her blouse. We can't go too fast, even though she's in a hurry, she thought.

"I don't want to go fast," she murmured into Cecilia's marvelous coal-black ear. "I want to kiss every inch of you."

By the time she pulled back a little, Cecilia's eyes were murky with sexual need. She followed Laura's lead docilely into the bedroom. Then she stood while Laura removed her clothes and her bra, leaving only her panties on.

But Laura couldn't keep her hands or her mouth off Cecilia's extraordinary breasts, perfect, jutting young mounds, blacker than midnight, with bursting, huge black nipples, swollen and gleaming. And they were so sensitive that Cecilia began trembling and moaning softly as Laura sucked them.

"Ohhh . . . Laura . . . ohhnnnn," she moaned, running her fingers through Laura's hair. "I want you too, I want you too. Please take off your clothes too, take me to bed, do me, fuck me, like you want to, fuck me, do it fast."

Hurriedly, Laura undressed too, with Cecilia's help, peeling off her panties too, then Cecilia's. They lay down on the bed and began undulating together and kissing in a slow, emotional, scintillating fuck, unlike the quick, panting lust Laura had shared with Yvette at work earlier. And yet, after a few minutes both she and Cecilia were moaning loudly and twisting uncontrollably.

"This way, this way, honey," Laura said, turning her body so that they could do a sixty-nine, with Cecilia on the bottom. "Oh yes, we're both so close, come with me, honey, come with me."

She licked Cecilia's sweet young pussy eagerly, flicking the girl's swollen clit and feeling Cecilia's body clench with tension each time. And Cecilia's mouth on Laura's pussy was wildly passionate, making Laura gulp and whinny softly with frenzied sexual thrills. They were both very close, and within seconds were at the edge, then plunging over into violent spasms of coming, their naked bodies writhing together as the hot shocks wrenched them.

"Oh yes . . . oh yes unngghh oh god yes! Aunngghhh!" Laura groaned, her body shuddering in hot flashes of ecstacy.

"Nnnn oh Laura . . . ahhnnngg oh god nnmmggiieee!" Cecilia cried out, her voice shattered by a fierce jolt of rapture.

Laura had never come simultaneously with her lover during sixty-nine before. Either she herself got carried away, or her partner did, so that one came while the other helped. But this time, she and Cecilia were so synchronized that their orgasms hit at the same instant, welding them together in a moving, undulating wave of intense pleasure.

Cecilia was still bleary-eyed from it as Laura finally drew herself up and turned around to embrace her.

"You really know how to do it to me," Cecilia gasped, still stunned. "I thought last time was the tops, but you took my breath away again."

Without replying, Laura kissed her and dropped her mouth to Cecilia's luscious breasts, unable to get enough of them. She wanted to make the girl come again, quickly, since time was short. Cecilia came quickly and easily, so it was not hard to get her to the edge again, by sucking and squeezing her breasts, and massaging her wet pussy with one hand. Soon she was writhing and moaning under Laura, a gorgeous spectacle of pure, unaffected lust, giving herself completely to Laura.

And Laura took her, fucking her hungrily, clamping her own thighs around one of Cecilia's and rubbing her pussy into it as she brought the beautiful girl to two more wrenching climaxes, then had another herself, as Cecilia was sobbing and moaning through her third.

Even Laura was surprised at how easily Cecilia could come, once you got her to the proper pitch. The three orgasms seemed to flow into each other, one giving birth to the next, and the final one, when Laura was coming too, was a fierce, violent ecstacy that left Cecilia shuddering and sighing with exhaustion.

"Oh god oh Jesus!" she gasped into Laura's shoulder. "You make me come so hard . . . I've never come so hard as I . . . do with you."

Laura was still recovering herself from a jolting climax, unwrapping her thighs from Cecilia's, looking down, as she had often done with Brandi, at the shiny wet smear of her cuntjuice left on the glossy black skin of Cecilia's thigh.

"Too bad you can't stay much longer," she murmured into the girl's marvelous neck. "I'm just warming up. And so are you. We might make twenty again, if we had a few more hours."

Ceciilia pouted. "Got to go home and get hammered by Ron," she said glumly.

"Really?"

"Didn't I tell you? He nails my poor little black ass to the bed twice every night. Three or four times on the weekends."

"He must be very energetic," Laura said, feeling a wave of jealousy pass through her.

"That's not the word for it. He's a sex fiend." Cecilia giggled, her beautiful face beaming with surprise. "Come to think of it, though, so am I. I love to do it with you. Do it and do it. But not with him. Not any more. I'm trying to think of a way to dump him. Then you and me can be together as much as we want."

Laura smiled. She watched the girl's incredible body as Cecilia dressed, still lying naked on the bed herself, as if to lure her back. But Cecilia was driven now more by fear of reprisals from Ron than by lust for Laura.

Finally, Laura pulled on a robe and saw her to the door. They kissed very emotionally.

"You're getting me hot again," Cecilia warned.

"Just getting you ready for Ron," Laura said, cattily.

Cecilia pouted. "But I'll be thinking of you."

Laura smiled wryly. "And I of you. Bye, honey. See you tomorrow."

"Can we do this again? Tomorrow?"

Laura frowned. "I think I'm getting my period. Why don't we try for next week."

"Okay," Cecilia said brightly.

But when Cecilia had gone, Laura realized that she was still horny. And she wondered why she had lied to Cecilia about getting her period. She wasn't due until . . . next week. Then there would be a problem. She would have to explain away her lie just now.

But why am I still so horny? she wondered. I came twice with her. I should feel okay. I guess I'm the true sex fiend.

She went through half an hour of battle with herself, because she wanted to phone Karen. And she knew what would happen if she did. I know it's wrong, she thought. But I want it. My body thrills with excitement when I just think of it.

But remember how long it took to stop hurting, she reminded herself. Two or three days. Oh . . . maybe I could just do it myself, like I did that one time. She recalled the ruler. Sick! she told herself. But fantastically exciting! But it was better with her. It's always better with her.

In order to stop herself from thinking about Karen, and the wild, excruciating sexual explosions that were possible when they got together, she put on her Brandi video and watched Brandi showing off her muscles. She knew it would work, and it did. Along with a deep, throbbing, acute longing for Brandi, it aroused in her a sexual heat that allowed her to masturbate to another wonderful, stabbing orgasm in about five minutes.

But when it was over, she seemed to feel even worse. She didn't know when she would see Brandi again, and the heat was still there. Then she remembered Rob.

She wondered if Cecilia's talk about getting hammered by Ron hadn't made her think of Rob. She hadn't seen him for months. He had lost interest after being put off so many times while Laura was busy pursuing Jonelle, or Cecilia, or seeing how depraved she could get with Karen or Barbara. But suddenly she realized that she sort of missed the feel of a hard (and, considering Rob, monstrously huge) cock plunging in and out of her, and the feel of all that hot semen spurting into her.

She called him, but he seemed nervous, noncommittal.

"You have to understand, Laura," he said. "I've got a serious friend now. She . . . isn't likely to understand, if you know what I mean."

"Of course I know," Laura said warmly. "I was only thinking . . . maybe an hour of so. You could even drop by here, if it's more discreet. I . . . miss you."

There was a suspenseful pause. "I miss you too, Laura. You don't know how much."

"Then why don't you come over. Why not now?"

"Now?"

Laura looked at her watch. She and Cecilia had made love fast and furious for about forty minutes. Her video episode with Brandi had lasted only twenty. It was about six-thirty.

"I could make you dinner," she tempted him.

Rob seemed to be looking at his watch.

"Something good to eat," Laura said softly, suggestively.

"Well . . . okay. I guess I could."

"How about a half an hour?"

"I'll be there."

Laura felt a stirring in the pit of her stomach as she hung up the phone, something like she often felt at the prospect of getting together with Karen. Since she was still wearing only a bathrobe, after her torrid frolic with Cecilia (and Brandi), she went to the bedroom and put on some very sexy underwear, then put the robe back on.

When she greeted him at the door, his eyes widened ever so slightly as he saw what she was wearing. Rob looked better than ever, very handsome, and poised. They were uncomfortable together at first, having shared such scorching sexual moments in the past but not having seen one another for months.

"So . . . you have a sweetheart," Laura said.

"More than that," he said. "We're going to be married."

"Married." Laura raised an eyebrow. "Can I get you a drink?"

They went to the kitchen.

"You know how to hurt a girl, don't you," she teased.

She and Rob clinked glasses. "I realized after a while that you were more interested in . . . shall we say another type?"

Laura flushed but tried hard not to show it. "What do you mean?"

Rob grinned, as friendly as ever, not censorious, just quizzical. "Oh, I saw how you looked at that beautiful thin black woman who was Bob Scheinbaum's secretary."

Laura turned her face away so as not to betray her feelings.

"And once I saw you and another gorgeous black woman coming out of the Hilton across the street, during the lunch hour. You didn't look like you'd been having tea together."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Laura asked, in a quavering voice, hating herself for this weakness.

"Only that you had other interests," Rob said, calmly. "I can understand that. Both those women were totally stunning."

When she turned to face him, she suddenly realized that her eyes were filled with tears, inexplicable tears. She certainly couldn't deny the way she felt about Jonelle, or Yvette.

"Rob . . . I don't know what to say," she mumbled.

He came over to her and took her in his arms. "You don't have to say anything."

"You don't mind if I . . . did that with them?"

His mouth closed over hers, and suddenly they were in a white- hot kiss, a blistering, ferocious kiss that could only end in one thing. While kissing her, Rob slid his hands under her robe, quickly loosening it, then pulling it off her shoulders.

Laura wore a lacy champagne bra, and she could see the look in his eyes when he saw it. He kissed her neck, her shoulders, the valley between her breasts.

"Laura, you were the most beautiful woman I ever had, bar none," he panted. "And you still are."

Not waiting for him to do it, Laura reached behind her back and unclasped the bra. She let the straps slide down her arms, staring directly, hotly, into his eyes. Her bra dropped on the floor between them.

"You don't mind that I like girls?" she asked softly as he filled his hands with her perfect naked breasts.

"Not as long as you like me," he said, crushing her mouth again with his, squeezing her breasts, then dropping his mouth to them.

He wasn't gentle. His tearing, hungry mouth on her nipples had Laura keening and twisting in seconds. Cecilia had sucked her nipples only an hour earlier too, but not like this, not with this harsh, voracious, hungry strength. She felt her body turning to liquid, a hot, coursing, flowing liquid, her cunt flooding, her thighs quivering.

"Ohhnnn!" she moaned. "Oh Rob . . . in the bedroom, quick! Oh please, quick!"

She dragged him into the bedroom, and from that moment they began to tear at one another like wild animals. Laura was already naked except for her panties, which came off easily. Rob stripped off his pants and shirt, and she pulled him down on the bed. She hadn't forgotten how huge his cock was, but it still shocked her when she felt it slide up into her pussy, a gigantic pole, fat, hard, very long.

"Unngghmmiiee!" she squealed, squirming under him as he began to fuck her fast and hard.

She clamped her thighs around his hips and pushed her pussy up into his stabbing thrusts, feeling his huge cock pierce deep into her body, groaning and whinnying helpless as he rammed her again, again, again.

"Ungh! Anggh! Unh! Unh! Ohngg! God . . . Rob ungghh!" she panted, thrilled at being so fiercely, completely fucked.

If he was trying to show her that she could get something out of sex with a man that she couldn't get with a woman, he succeeded wildly. As both of them drew close to a shattering orgasm, Rob dropped his hands to Laura's ass and clutched her round cheeks, digging his fingers into the springy flesh and pulling her cunt up into his stabbing cock, so that it went in even deeper.

"Unngghmmiee!" she shrieked as it pierced her. "Oh god mnngghiieee oh god oh Rob oh god!" she gasped, feeling a horrific orgasm suddenly wrench her body, knocking the breath completely out of her.

Rob came at nearly the same instant, his enormous hard prick spurting rockets of jism into the tight sleeve of her pussy. The feel of it pumping into her somehow made Laura's moans escape from her lungs, and she groaned and squealed into his shoulder as scalding spasms of rapture gripped her.

"Unnghhh! Oh! Ohhnnngg! Auuungghiieee!" she cried out, muffling her voice on his arm, then gasping and panting deliriously as aftershocks struck her.

She was still throbbing when they finally disentangled their bodies.

"Is that what men mean when they say they want to fuck your brains out?" she asked him, smiling.

"I guess so," Rob grinned.

"I think you just gave me a lobotomy. I know it felt like this monster of yours was up inside my skull."

She patted his huge cock, now limp and wet, but still gigantic.

"Better than fucking with a girl?" he grinned.

Laura didn't even blush. "Different, at least," she said.

"But you prefer the other?"

"Do you know what it's like to be obsessed, Rob? I mean, with anything? Like you can't eat or sleep because you absolutely must have something? Or someone?"

"I used to feel that way about you," he said, disarmingly.

Now Laura blushed. "Really?"

He nodded. "But I got over it. That little encounter we just had might make me feel differenty, though."

"At least you know the feeling. It's how I . . . feel about them."

He shrugged. "A person can't choose who he or she wants to do it with. It just happens."

They kissed, and his magnificent member began to stir again.

"I want it all," she whispered to him. "I want it all from you, since I never know if I'll see you again."

"All?"

"I want you to fuck me in the ass."

He grinned. "Last time we did that I nearly put you in the hospital, you said."

"Mmmmm, you tied me up, too. Want to do it again?"

They both knew the answer since each could feel the other's sexual arousal jump up two more notches at the very idea.

"Laura, you know this thing hurts when you put it in something so tight."

"Mmmmm, I know I want it. What's the matter, are you chicken? I'll bet your new sweetheart won't let you tie her up and fuck her in the ass."

Rob half-frowned, half-grinned. "You're right about that," he said.

Laura rolled over and showed him her ass, which she knew from other comments was breathtaking. "Tell me you don't want it," she breathed. "And maybe I'll believe you."

Without replying, Rob grabbed her. They tussled, and he rolled Laura onto her back, straddling her ribcage, his huge, erect cock bobbing in her face, the swollen, purplish head of it just inches from her lips. Looking up at him, she opened her mouth and took it inside.

She sucked it a few times, then let it out and peppered the gigantic, jumping stalk with passionate kisses. "We have to make him ready for the hard work ahead," she teased. "This time he's going to ream Laura's pretty bottom."

Then she held his fierce, hard, giant cock in the fingers of both hands and guided it back between her lips, this time sucking it seriously, realizing that she had missed this, and getting every bit of pleasure she could out of it. And Rob could hardly contain his excitement. In only a minute his wet, throbbing cock was jumping dangerously, and he was panting, groaning, clenching his fists.

Finally, he reluctantly pulled it out of her mouth.

"Jeez, Laura, it's ready," he panted. "No more, or I'll come too quick."

"Mmmmm, you like a little suckee suckee, eh?" she teased him.

She rolled over to the bedstand and opened the drawer, removing the small plastic bottle of baby oil.

"I see it's only half-full," Rob said. "You must be having an active bed life lately."

Laura smiled brazenly at him, more comfortable now that she knew he accepted her need for other girls. "It heats up from time to time," she said, giving him a seductive, under-the-eyelashes glance.

She handed him the bottle.

"What do you say we dispense with the rope," he said. "I can't wait."

"God, I can't either," Laura said, feeling her pulse jump with excitement, and her pussy flood with fresh nectars. She looked at him flirtatiously, egging him on. "Does it excite you to fuck a good-looking lesbian in her ass?" she asked.

"I'd hardly call you good-looking, Laura," he said. "Shockingly beautiful is more like it. Those girls of yours are getting what I want. And to answer your question, it'll give me great pleasure to punish you for giving it all to them."

"Mmmmm, I love it when you get angry," she purred, pulling over a pillow and lying on top of it so that her ass was upraised, and she still had enough room to get her hand into her crotch. "If you don't make me scream for mercy, I'll never forgive you."

"Aren't you afraid of what the neighbors will think?" he asked, sawing his hard prick up and down between her delectable buns, arousing them both to a fever pitch.

"God, yes. For a second I forgot. There's actually a gag under the bed."

Rob's eyes widened. "You never cease to amaze me," he said, as he leaned down and fished under the bed for it with one hand.

Before he fastened it in place, Laura sat up and gave him a scorching, sensual kiss. "Don't hold back," she whispered, fixing his gaze. "Give me everything."

She held steady while he fastened the gag in place, the small red rubber ball securely in her mouth. Then Laura lay down obediently for him, her ass again upraised and vulnerable, her whole body shivering with anticipation. She shut her eyes as she felt him slide two oiled fingers up into her rectum and fuck her gently with them, opening the hole, preparing the way. The sensations were marvelously exciting, because his fingers didn't hurt, and Laura slowly rubbed her clit with two fingers at the same time.

But when he pulled them out and began to oil the enormous piston of his hard cock, she knew the worst was about to happen. Her flesh seemed to stiffen with fear, and in the pit of her stomach she felt a dread that could only be caused by her recollection of the last time he had done this to her. Oh god, oh god! she told herself. God, it's going to hurt, it's going to kill me!

She held her breath as she felt the bulbous head of his cock brush the opening of her rectum, then bit into the ball as she felt it enter her. Rob pushed it in slowly, but didn't stop, and in only two seconds Laura felt like her whole body was crammed to the splitting point. She was glad she had insisted on the gag, because the white-hot, searing pain was excruciating and unbearable.

"Unnggmphff!" she grunted into the gag, hot tears squirting from her eyes as the fierce, incandescent pain gripped her quivering body.

And then it quickly bloomed into the state beyond pain that she remembered, as her whole being was enveloped by a hot, throbbing cloud of excruciating sensation. She could barely breathe as Rob began to fuck her, but she moved her fingers against her bursting clit too, wincing each time the hard, massive rod of his prick jabbed into her ass.

And he really began to fuck her very hard, harder than he ever had before. Months ago when they had done this, he had come quickly, sparing her too much punishment. But this time, he had already come ten minutes earlier, and wasn't so close to bursting. So he leaned forward onto Laura, spearing her ass with his huge cock, reaching under her body and grabbing her breasts with his hands, squeezing them mercilessly, then lunging into her again.

Laura thought she was going to die. Even the worst that Arthur, angrily, or Karen, lovingly, had inflicted on her couldn't match the savage fucking Rob was giving her. Again and again he ploughed his huge penis into her ass, until she thought she would split apart, or that her tortured body would erupt in gushers of blood and flesh.

But she kept rubbing her clit, and as she knew he was getting closer to an orgasm, her own seemed to speed nearer too. He hammered and pierced her violently, giving her exactly what she had asked for, and Laura whimpered and winced, her body flaming with pain, scalded and scorched by the brutality of his ass-rape.

Then, suddenly, he groaned, squeezing her in a horribly tight vise-grip, his fingers biting into her naked breasts, and came sharply, squirting gobs of warm semen deep into her body. Laura by now was used to the torture of his huge cock sunk deep in her ass, and she pumped hysterically, pushing her ass back and up into his prick, whinnying wildly into the gag, frantically bruising her clit with her jabbing fingers.

And immediately she too was engulfed in a cataclysm of coming, a shattering uprush of white-hot, clenching rapture that nearly made her pass out. She couldn't understand why she didn't pass out. The violence of her orgasm was every bit as extreme as the ones Brandi had given her, during which she had passed out a few times. But Rob's cock embedded deep in her ass provided enough searing pain to keep her conscious, and she came in sharp, relentless spasms, her body shuddering uncontrollably through a series of shocks that were almost severe enough to be separate orgasms.

She lay crushed under Rob's body, his cock still deep in her ass, gasping and nearly suffocating from the gag, her body throbbing in red-hot, violent waves as the aftershocks of her orgasm shook her. She managed to get her hands up to her face and release the fastener of the gag herself. Then Rob pulled his cock out of her quickly, making her wince and groan softly, and rolled off her.

"Jesus, Laura, I'm sorry," he said. "Did I hurt you?"

"Yes," she nodded. "But I asked you to."

Just looking at the greased, still-throbbing, semen-dripping weapon that had been inside her ass made her feel faint. And her reamed and skewered ass clenched again, aching wildly.

"Towels," she said, leaving the bed for the linen closet in the hall, returning with several.

She kissed him as they mopped up. "Rob, if it's any consolation, no man ever fucked me the way you do."

He grinned. "I never met a woman like you. I don't mean the . . . other stuff. The girls. Any of that. Just that you're game for a lot. I never knew a woman who actually wanted that."

She smiled and they cuddled, murmuring affectionately for a while. Laura got each of them a cold beer, and they relaxed, napped, then awoke and began coiling together in what became a long, slow, simmering final fuck. As if to prove to each other that they didn't always need to be rutting and fucking frantically like wild animals, they truly mated and blended in a careful, emotional process that took a long time.

While they were slowly, patiently fucking, Laura realized that neither was in a rush since they had both already got rid of the urgency, Rob in two spouting, violent orgasms, and Laura herself by fucking with Yvette and Cecilia both, then masturbating to Brandi's video, before Rob had even showed up. God, this day may be a record for me, she thought, feeling her body beginning its ascent once more to a thrilling explosion of ecstacy.

After about twenty minutes of building it up, they both finally climaxed, together, a slow-motion agony of an orgasm for Laura, a clenching, straining glory of scalding pleasure that left her breathless, stunned, and nearly incapable of moving. And apparently Rob's orgasm was just as shattering. They both lay silent, locked together, when it was finished, unable to pry themselves apart for about two minutes.

They both acknowledged the power of their attraction, even though Laura was obsessed with her female lovers, and Rob would be marrying someone else. But by the time he left, at midnight, they had agreed to meet discreetly from time to time, since neither could bear the thought of never being able to do this again.