This time the pain lasted for days. Was it really worth it? Laura wondered, as she examined her raw, aching nipples in the mirror, or gently applied soothing lotion to her inflamed, swollen pussy. She knew, from a brief phone conversation, that Karen was experiencing the same thing, and asking the same questions.

And yet, she knew the answer. The orgasms were brief, compared with the lingering pain, and yet even touching her body where Karen had kissed it with the whip made Laura's blood sizzle. Her pulse leaped and surged at the mere memory, and she got wet all over again.

But worse, she began having dreams of Jonelle. Jonelle was watching her being willingly tortured by Karen into screaming, violent, perverted ecstacies. And Jonelle was frowning, disapprovingly. How could you let someone do that to you? Jonelle's eyes were asking her. The same body you let me love. The same body I have kissed and loved and coaxed into orgasms, too? You let her whip you? Are you sick? Don't you really love me?

Laura was so ashamed that she nearly became sick. Even after a week, when her body began to heal and the marks under her breasts began to fade, she couldn't even think of sex. Cecilia flirted with her openly at work, and Yvette sent her suggestive voice mail messages.

"I dreamed of you, Laura. I dreamed I was sitting across from you at lunch, and you crossed your legs, and you weren't wearing any panties. And I looked down, and I wasn't wearing any either. And we were both glistening wet, and staring at each other's pussies. And we were looking into each other's eyes and rubbing our own pussies, and I woke up and came but pushed my face into the pillow so Arthur wouldn't hear me. God, Laura, I want you!"

But even this breathy declaration of need couldn't stir Laura from the horror, fascination, and perverse excitement of her last encounter with Karen. She wanted Yvette too, and Cecilia, but Karen's magic and Jonelle's reproach held sway over her.

Then, as if by fate, she literally ran into Tracy while she was shopping in the Safeway. Tracy was coming down the aisle, a cash drawer cradled in her arm, when Laura, who had been looking at the shelf, ran her shopping cart directly forward, knocking the drawer out of Tracy's hand. Money scattered everywhere.

"Oh my god, oh I'm sorry," Laura said, dropping to her knees with Tracy and picking up coins and bills.

"It's okay," Tracy smiled. "You weren't looking."

"I know. God, I'm sorry."

Together, they picked up everything, which took about five minutes. Laura had a good chance to look closely at Tracy, but tried to do it only by furtive glances, so as not arouse any suspicion. Then, when they were finally finished, she saw Tracy looking oddly at her face.

"Excuse me, but you look very familiar," she said, still smiling, her lovely face open and friendly. "Come here for a minute."

She pulled Laura's sleeve, and drew her up to the magazine racks by the checkstands. She pointed to the picture of a model on the front of Cosmopolitan magazine.

"Is that you?" she asked, looking at Laura again.

"Me?" Laura laughed. "Are you kidding?"

"No," Tracy said, becoming serious. "You look just like her. I remember seeing you in here a few weeks ago, and I said to myself 'I bet that's her.' You're not her?"

"No . . . no," Laura laughed again, more nervously this time.

Tracy screwed up her face in a very fetching way. "Are you sure? You wouldn't lie to me?"

"No. I wouldn't. You're embarrassing me, too."

Lots of people were looking at them.

"Oh, I guess so. I'm sorry," Tracy said as they walked back to Laura's shopping cart.

But Laura realized that, after days of ignoring sex and sexual invitations from girls she really adored screwing, she was suddenly inflamed with desire for Tracy. The yearning was so powerful that she had to exert strong self-control to keep it from becoming visible.

"I'm very flattered, though," she said, not wanting this encounter to end.

"Maybe you should go into modeling," Tracy said. "You're really gorgeous."

Laura blushed. "So are you," she said softly.

"Me?" Tracy scoffed. "Now look who's joking!"

"I mean it," Laura said, with a straight face.

Suddenly they both became uncomfortable, exchanging compliments so boldly.

"I gotta get back to work," Tracy said suddenly. Then she winked. "Watch where you're going next time."

Laura smiled warmly at her, trying to show through her smile the kind of strong feelings she had. "I will."

She turned and watched Tracy as she walked down the aisle toward the rear part of the store. Laura felt a hot, excited tingling in the pit of her cunt as she watched Tracy disappear between the swinging doors into the produce staging area.

Twenty minutes later, when Laura was leaving with her groceries, she again encountered Tracy, outside the door, having a quick smoke. They smiled at each other. I'd really like to lick your lovely pussy, Laura said with her smile, wondering how much of that would come through.

"Hi," she said. "My name's Laura."

"Tracy," Tracy said, offering her hand, lovely and graceful, with long shapely black fingers.

"I know. I hear them calling you all the time over the intercom. Well, see you next time."

"Yes," Tracy said, her eyes lingering on Laura's, as if she had indeed caught some of the message and was confused by it.

Laura's knees briefly weakened. She was continually amazed over how these lovely girls affected her. Once she got them in bed, she was exuberantly passionate, but beforehand she just felt like an awkward schoolgirl, blushing, inarticulate, shy. In her car she could feel the wetness in her crotch inspired by Tracy.

At home, she barely got inside when the bell rang. She used the speaker to find out who it was.

"Chanitra. And you better be letting me in. If you balling somebody else up there, you better let me in anyway. Ha ha."

Grinning, Laura pushed the buzzer to let her in. Less than a minute later, there was a knock.

"What did you do, run up the stairs?" Laura asked her as she opened the door.

Chanitra gave Laura her best crinkled-nosed, fetching grin. "Don't be flattering yourself, girl," she said. "Some one of your neighbors held the elevator for me. Liked my hair, too. Bet he wanted to fuck me. I could see it in his eyes. Do you like my hair?"

Chanitra often wore her hair in African braids, and this time it was enchanting. They talked about her hair, and how long it took to be braided, and how bored she got, and how painful it was at first.

"It's enchanting," Laura said. "You're like your name now, enchanting Chanitra."

Chanitra smiled, and her big dark eyes teared up briefly.

"Nobody but you would say that to me," she said.

Only now did Laura realize how much she had missed the girl. "I probably haven't seen you for two months," she said, pulling Chanitra into her arms, kissing her heatedly.

Chanitra was very pliant and soft, her lips curving into Laura's, her fingers digging into Laura's flesh as their kiss grew hotter. Laura really devoured the girl's sensual mouth, and Chanitra raised her hands to Laura's breasts, squeezing them through Laura's shirt and bra.

"You turned me into a sex fiend, Laura," she panted softly. "I even dream of these."

Without speaking, Laura drew her down the short hall to the bedroom. She shut the door and turned to find Chanitra already stripping, tossing her blouse aside, wriggling out of her usual skin-tight pants, under which, as usual also, she wore no panties. Now she stood there wearing only a bra, her spectacular bottom naked and delectable, posing for Laura.

"God, you're beautiful, darling," Laura whispered.

"You just want to stick your tongue up my pretty black ass, you lesbian sex fiend," Chanitra giggled.

"I wish I had a picture of you, standing there wearing only a bra, so I could look at it whenever you're not here."

Laura spoke from the heart. Chanitra was ravishing, her beautiful young body still hard and sleek, lean and smooth and deep black, her belly long and flat, her thighs gleaming, her peerless ass upcurved and perfectly round, her waist tiny. She pouted sensually at Laura, knowing it would raise Laura's lust a few notches more.

"Want to fuck me, don't you," she grinned. "Just like that dude in the elevator."

"There's only one thing wrong with this picture," Laura said, approaching her. "We have to take this off too."

She unfastened the clasp of Chanitra's bra and peeled it slowly away, looking down at the girl's beautiful small breasts, and popping, bursting black nipples. Now Chanitra was completely naked, and she began to turn kittenish, toying with the buttons on Laura's blouse. Her eyes were swimming with sexual desire now too, as Laura knew her own were. Chanitra's voice even became soft and smoky.

"I want to feel yours touching mine," she said, undoing the rest of Laura's buttons and pulling off the blouse.

"Me too," Laura said.

She reached behind and unfastened her own bra, seeing Chanitra's eyes caress her perfect, upswept breasts the same way she had caressed Chanitra's with her own eyes. It's been months since we did this, she thought. No wonder we're both mesmerized. She's so beautiful.

Slowly they moved together, watching their nipples brush. Laura didn't know why it was so erotic to them, but it was. They both gasped slightly, and stopped, their soft nipples just touching. Then they each moved a little, swaying their torsos, to let their nipples brush again. This brushing made their nipples begin to stiffen, and aroused them both further.

Again they kissed, this time a slow scorcher. Chanitra peeled off Laura's skirt as they kissed, then pulled her onto the bed.

"Don't make me wait for it," she panted.

It had been ten days since Laura's and Karen's depraved encounter, and Laura was feeling pretty horny. And of course, Chanitra, though only sixteen, was about the most delicious girl she could imagine, and exuberantly eager to fuck and fuck. Laura slipped out of her panties, so they were both naked, and then began to devour Chanitra's beautiful young body, swarming all over the girl, sucking her nipples and her pussy so passionately that she brought Chanitra to the brink of an orgasm in less than a minute.

But this was too fast for Laura, who wanted to savor the girl's incredible body for a few minutes longer. She pulled back, stroking Chanitra, purring to her, but not letting her come, even though Chanitra churned and squirmed in the sheets, begging Laura.

"Ohhhhnnn . . . Laura, please, oh! Unh! Do me . . . do me fuck me please Laura . . . I'm gon' come, please, make me come unh! Oh! Unhh!"

"I will, baby, I will, but I want all of you, I want to enjoy you," Laura purred to her, squeezing Chanitra's beautiful hard breasts and teasing her bursting wet nipples.

When she felt it was safe, and Chanitra had fallen back slightly from the dangerous peak, she slid between the girl's firm young thighs and began to make serious love to Chanitra's pussy. And it was an especially beautiful pussy, almost blue-black, since Chanitra, like Yvette, was very dark, though neither was was a dark as Cecilia. Chanitra's pussy was beautifully shaped, a long narrow parabola of succulent lips and a glistening coral interior, with a big round nubbin of a clitoris at the top, hooded by a dark tent of skin.

Laura began by running the tip of her tongue from the very bottom to the very top of it, staying outside the first time, then inserting the tip of her tongue just inside the wet, shiny labia the second time. Chanitra moaned and twisted, responding dramatically to these tongue-caresses.

Her pussy was already wet with juice, but as Laura began to probe deeper with her tongue, the juices flowed more freely. Laura soon had the black lips open and the shiny interior fully exposed, and now she began flicking Chanitra's clit with the tip of her tongue each time it traveled to the top of the girl's runny trench.

"Ohhhh! Unh! Unh!" Chanitra moaned, her hips twitching involuntarily as almost unbearable sexual sensations flooded her body.

Laura prolonged it as long as she could, dipping her tongue deep into Chanitra's pussy, drawing it back out slowly, then increasing the tempo, tongue-fucking the girl rapidly, then flicking her clit several times, until Chanitra was out of control, straining and quivering, mewling wildly, ready to explode any second. Now Laura slid her hands under the girl's incredible ass, cradling the fantastic hard round asscheeks in her palms, digging her fingers into the resilient flesh.

"Oh yes, baby, yes," she said, kissing Chanitra's swollen clit, and giving it small, excited sucks.

"Auughhhnnn!" Chanitra cried out. Her lean body arched, and stiffened, then began undulating in sharp waves as a powerful orgasm shook her. "Unh! Ohh! Auungghhmmnniieeee!" she wailed, her body thrashing wildly as she came. "Ungghh! Oh . . . oh god Laura . . . unhhh! Auungghiiieee!"

It was one of the sharpest climaxes Chanitra had ever had, at least with Laura, and it took her a while to resurface. Dazed, stunned, red-eyed, she squinted at Laura as Laura kissed her.

"I think I'm gon' quit school and just stay here and let you fuck me every day," she said, smiling, in a soft, hoarse voice. "Ain't nothing in life as good as this."

"Mmmm, I'm so glad you think so," Laura purred, still caressing Chanitra, eager for more.

But Chanitra, now that she had regained her senses, was eager too. She was young and strong, and she quickly had Laura on her back, swarming hungrily all over Laura's pliant body. There was something fresh and breathless and exciting about how Chanitra made love, and Laura responded sharply to it. In only a minute or so she was coming wildly, clamping her thighs on Chanitra's head and pumping furiously as the spasms wrenched her.

"We fuck hard, don't we, Laura," Chanitra said when they were cuddling after Laura's fierce climax.

"Pretty hard."

Chanitra gave her a sweet, lingering kiss. "You want to do it again, don't you."

"Yes."

"You never satisfied with one, are you. You know, you and Karen are the only ones I know who have to have more and more and more."

"And you," Laura smiled.

Chanitra broke into a broad grin. "But not when I'm with someone else," she said, shyly. "Don't want them to think I'm a horny hoe."

"Mmmmm," Laura nuzzled her seductively between her beautiful small, hard breasts. "You ain't no hoe, but you seem to be pretty horny." Laura also felt a sharp pang of jealousy at the mention of Karen. "You . . . see Karen very often?"

Chanitra shook her head and frowned. "Not for a long time. She wanted to tie me up, you know that?"

Laura frowned too. "Not really."

"Did too. Had a rope and a gag and everything. She showed them to me. Whooeee, too kinky for this little black girl. I said no thanks."

"Shame on her," Laura said with a straight face, meaning it but also covering up a smile at Karen's boldness.

Laura knew that one of the joys of fucking like this with Chanitra was the exuberant innocence of it all following right after her descent into the depths of twisted depravity with Karen. And Chanitra had been right: Laura never did get enough of her. Now she pushed Chanitra down on her back and simply devoured her, this time fucking her with sustained skill and passion, until Chanitra was whimpering and straining through two, three, four more orgasms.

And this heated up Laura so much that she herself had no trouble coming two more quick times, as Chanitra repaid the favor. They rested and had a little to eat, then returned to bed for another hour of hot, superlative screwing. Finally, Chanitra had to leave, but not before Laura extracted a promise from her to return much sooner than she had this time.

As she stood in the foyer, watching Chanitra's fantastic ass swaying as the girl walked down the sidewalk, she realized that the two of them probably had--depite the fact that Chanitra was only a teenager--the healthiest relationship of all.