Laura had very mixed feelings after her evening of torrid fucking with Rhonda. It had been unexpected, exciting, exhausting both emotionally and physically. She and Rhonda had been very good together in bed, sympathetic to each other's needs, skilled at satisfying them. Rhonda, though she didn't fit the image of Laura's usual desires, was stunning, with a killer body and a beautiful face. She also had a sweet vulnerability that Laura would never have seen had she not slept with her.

But the business about Yvette had simply been evaded by them both. How would Laura feel the next time she discovered that Yvette had spent a similar night in Rhonda's bed, with Rhonda's tongue up her sweet little black pussy instead of Laura's own tongue? How would Rhonda feel if Yvette let her know that Laura could produce in her long, wild strings of orgasms that left her sobbing and shattered and gasping for breath?

Laura preferred not to think of it. Instead she went over every detail of their sex together, remembering all of it, especially the stunning beauty of Rhonda's naked body. And then the thought of Chanitra came back to her, as it had while she was kissing Rhonda's naked buns. What a thing, she chided herself. Thinking of a lovely girl like Chanitra just because of her ass.

But it had been two or three months since she had last seen the girl, and she felt a pang of lust, even after the extravagant number of orgasms she had had with Rhonda. She tried to control it, feeling there was something of the dirty-old-man syndrome in her wanting to fuck this sweet adolescent girl so badly. But in the end it began to obsess her, and one evening she picked up the phone without any more self-control and dialed the number.

Chanitra was not home, but Laura left a message. She was awakened at 1 a.m. by the downstairs doorbell. She asked who it was through the intercom.

"Who you think, girl? Didn't you call me?"

"Chanitra?"

"No, Sister Soulja. You gon' let me in or what?"

Grinning wearily, Laura pressed the buzzer. She looked down at herself as she waiting for Chanitra to take the elevator up. God, I look awful, she thought. She wore only an old tee-shirt that barely reached her bottom. No panties. Maybe I should put on something else.

But before could make up her sleepy mind, Chanitra was there, rapping softly on her door. She opened it, and Chanitra slipped in, squinting with glee as she glanced at Laura.

"You must have been waiting for me," she giggled. "Look at you."

"I'm too busy looking at you."

Chanitra was stunning. She was still the same artless high school girl, in braids and sneakers, wearing her pants too tight, and her sweaters too, her hard little breasts threatening to burst right through the wool, the taut moons of her ass a miracle under the denim. Though weary, Laura could feel her heart take a leap, and a sharp twinge deep in her pussy caught her attention.

She closed the door and the bolt. Chanitra's eyes widened, and she made a droll moue.

"Oooohh, I'm trapped in here with a lesbian sex fiend," she laughed.

Laura pushed her against the front door and kissed her before she could go on. Chanitra's mouth was cool from being outdoors, but Laura quickly heated it up, devouring it, frenching the girl passionately, digging her fingers into Chanitra's phenomenal ass through her jeans at the same time.

"You hurtin' me, you sex maniac," Chanitra giggled against Laura's teeth, returning Laura's kiss with equal passion. "Mmmm, god, I want you to hurt me."

Chanitra raised one hand under Laura's tee-shirt and slid two fingers into the wet crease of Laura's pussy, rubbing it sensually.

"Unhhh!" Laura gasped, feeling a hot rush of lust envelop her.

"You wet for me, Laura," Chanitra murmured.

"I'm always wet for you."

Now Chanitra switched from playful schoolgirl to dreamily sexy siren. She kissed Laura in a very sensual, suggestive way and slid her two long fingers up into Laura's flowing pussy at the same time. Laura nearly came on the spot. Her body clenched and quivered.

"Oh! Oh!" she whimpered uncontrollably.

"Hold on . . . hold on," Chanitra whispered. "Let's go in on the bed."

"Yes."

They stumbled down the hall to Laura's bedroom and fell into the rumpled sheets where Laura had been sleeping only minutes ago. Laura's fingers tore at Chanitra's zipper, and the buttons on her sweater.

"God, girl, don't tear it," Chanitra panted.

"Sorry."

"I ain't going anywhere but here."

"I know."

"Ohhnnnn! Oh yes . . . Laura, yes!" Chanitra gasped as Laura finally got her bra unclasped and, cupping one small hard breast in her palm, nearly swallowed Chanitra's large, swelling, black nipple.

There was really no way either one could hold back. Both wanted to make love in a slow, sensual rhythm, since they had not done this for a while. And yet it quickly became a hot, frantic fury of wild fucking.

Chanitra was very wet too, very eager, and Laura's skilled hand in her pussy quickly had her on the edge. They murmured and panted half-hysterically to each other, kissing, kneading, their hands probing, rubbing, jabbing.

"Unhh! Oh . . . god, unhhh Laura . . . please! Unh! Oh shit oh . . . yes! Oh god, girl, I---" Chanitra gasped, her body squirming against Laura's.

"Yes! Yes!" Laura gasped back. "Me too. Unhhh! Oh . . . come with me, baby! Quick . . . now! Unggghh!"

They both came explosively, at nearly the same instant. The rapture was very intense, driving the breath from their lungs, their naked bodies flexing, arching, shuddering together as the hot spasms wrenched them both. When their breath came back, it was in low, sobbing moans of fierce ecstacy, as the sharp spasms gave way to quivering undulations and deep throbbing.

"God, I missed you, I missed you so much," Laura said, kissing every part of Chanitra she could reach.

Chanitra erupted in giggles again. "You horny ole white lady, I missed you too. Just when I try to get normal, and stay away from your kinky old self, you do something like that to me. I never ever came that way with anyone else, you know that? Not even when I was doing it with Karen, a few times. She never did that to me. Only you. Only you, you nasty thing."

"So you have been avoiding me," Laura said, nuzzling her beautiful black neck and gleaming shoulder.

Chanitra's dark eyes became shiny, and she grew suddenly bashful. "Got myself a boyfriend," she confessed.

"Can't stay away from that cock, eh?" Laura teased.

Chanitra batted her long lashes. Sometimes, though rarely, she looked very much like Yvette, her sister, which brought an extra pang of longing to Laura's heart.

"I like the way it feels, you know?" Chanitra squinted-smiled. "Feels good. Not the same way with you, but good, you know?"

Laura nodded. "I know."

"You ever do it with guys too?"

"Of course."

"You do not."

"Do too."

"When's the last time?"

Laura thought. "About a month ago. An old friend. And his wife," she added.

"And his wife?" Chanitra's eyes grew big. "What's her name?"

"Camille."

"You fuck her too?"

Laura smiled. "We sort of had a party . . . all of us."

Chanitra broke into a wide grin. "You nasty lady. I don't know anybody as nasty as you."

They embraced and kissed tenderly this time, and then slowly unfolded into the long, slow, sensual love-making they had not been able to do the first time, when hot lust had got the better of them both. This time Laura took charge, slowly exploring and renewing her acquaintance with every smooth inch of Chanitra's peerless 17- year-old girl's body.

She kissed it and stroked it and sucked it, licking, nipping, tongueing, probing. She spent long minutes on Chanitra's wonderfully hard, round little breasts, kneading them and sucking the large, swelling black nipples until they were springy and rubbery, and Chanitra was moaning continuously.

Then she descended to the girl's truly beautiful young pussy, licking and sucking it until Chanitra arched, a tight, constricted moan caught deep inside her throat, and came in a long, undulating wave of ecstacy.

"Auunngghh! Ohhnnnn . . . oh god . . . Laura! Ungghh! Oh! Auungghh!" she groaned, coming in long, rolling waves, her young, sleek body shuddering and straining.

She was still coming as Laura turned her over and began to feast on the peerless beauty of Chantira's firm round dark moons, kissing and kneading them, biting them, slithering her fingers between them, tickling the pinched-tight ring of Chantira's asshole. Chanitra's ass was the same miracle of perfection that Laura had found so irresistible the first time she had seen the girl, then only 16, at Yvette's house. And the eager, palpitating lust it still aroused in her was shocking.

She wanted to consume it completely, and she quickly pulled apart the incredibly firm cheeks and got her tongue into the crack, making Chanitra squeal excitedly. Laura knew she had hardly come down from her orgasm, and that meant another quick one was possible. She got her fingers onto the girl's wet pussy, rubbing Chanitra's clit vigorously, and slid the tip of her tongue into Chanitra's tight little asshole at the same time.

Chanitra squealed again and nearly went into convulsions.

"Ohhnnn god oh Laura . . . unnghhiieeee! Oh! Oh Jesus yes oh Laura unnmmmnnggeeee! Nnnggeee!"

She squirmed so wildly that Laura could hardly continue. But she grabbed and pillow and stuffed it under Chanitra's belly, raising her crotch and her ass slightly. Then Laura crouched between Chanitra's spread thighs from behind and renewed her love assault. But this time she was unwilling to stop with her tongue.

She tongue-fucked Chanitra again until the girl went into a semi-trance of low moaning, gyrating her bottom up into Laura's invading mouth and hands. But then Laura reached for the drawer in the bedstand, where she always kept a small bottle of baby oil. The top of the bottle flipped up easily for quick access, and in only a second she had spread warm oil into Chanitra's asscrack and onto two of her fingers.

"Ungh!" Chanitra grunted softly, looking bleary-eyed back over her shoulder curiously as Laura's fingers penetrated her ass. "Unghhh! Oh god . . . Laura!" she gasped.

It had been a while since Laura had done this to her. About a year earlier she had, one evening, indulged in a brief mania for fucking this girl's incredibly beautiful ass, giving Chanitra a few shattering orgasms. And during the one time she and Karen had fucked Chanitra together, they had used dildoes to double-penetrate and sandwich-fuck her, in a wildly exciting orgy that could still make Laura's heart pound when she recalled it.

"Do you want me to stop?" she asked softly, rotating her fingers as she pushed them in deep, watching the peculiar mixture of intense pleasure and pain seize Chanitra's lovely young face.

"Unhh! No . . . I don't. Unhhh! Oh Jesus! Unhhh! God, Laura, if you touch my pussy I'm gonna come all over the place."

"Again?" Laura teased.

"Yes! Again! Ungghh! Oh yes . . . oh yes like that, do it harder, ungghhh! Yes ungghh! Oh!"

Laura began to fuck her harder, and faster. Chanitra pushed her face into the sheet, clenching her teeth and moaning uncontrollably. Laura couldn't keep her mouth away from the girl's beautiful, gleaming, black moons. She kissed and bit them aggressively, plunging her two fingers more roughly into Chanitra's ass, until Chanitra was really going wild, whooping and gurgling in a crackling fit of lust, her wonderful sleek body quivering and flexing.

"Ungghh! Ohngg! Oh . . . Laura unghh! Oh yes! Please! Oh Laura, I want to . . . feel your mouth on my pussy. You can . . . make me come. Oh god, I'm gonna come. Please! Please, Laura!"

"Yes, baby, yes," Laura panted.

She had to remove her fingers from Chanitra's ass so they could turn her over. But they did it quickly, so that now Chanitra's ass was perched on the pillow, and her long sinuous pussy was uptilted and vulnerable, shiny wet with fuck-juice, the black lips puffy and open, exposing the wet magenta interior. Laura slid her fingers back up into Chanitra's ass, and Chanitra's whole delicious body clenched.

"Ohhnngg!" she groaned, biting her full lower lip, looking down her body at Laura.

Chanitra gyrated her hips, grabbing and twisting her breasts and pinching her nipples, gasping each time Laura's fingers plunged deep into her ass.

"Oh! Oh god, Laura . . . I'm gonna come all over the place. Ungghh! Oh . . . I'm gonna come so hard. Suck my pussy, please. Please . . . quick, quick! Oh!"

And Laura was so aroused herself that she didn't hold back a thing. She stabbed her tongue as far as it would go into Chanitra's hot, wet pussy, then pulled it out just as fast and sucked the girl's swollen clit into her mouth, feeling Chanitra explode with fierce coming almost immediately. She came extravagantly, a stupendous, surging orgasm, her body flipping and straining and arching, while incoherent, ululating sounds came from deep in her chest, followed by wild ecstatic moans.

"Auungghhh . . . ohhnngggg! Ungghh! Ohhhhh Laura auuunnnggghhh!" she groaned, coming perhaps more violently than Laura had ever seen her come.

The orgasm nearly destroyed her, and it was several minutes before she could even speak. Then, instead of saying anything, instinctively knowing how aroused Laura had become while fucking her and watching her come that way, she pushed Laura onto her back and made love to Laura's wet pussy with her mouth and fingers so heatedly that Laura too was coming in under a minute, her body jolted by one fiery spasm after another.

After this they cuddled, which Chanitra loved to do, Laura was always surprised to discover.

"You fuck me too hard, Laura," Chanitra said to her seriously. "Even my boyfriend don't fuck me as hard as you do."

"If you only let him fuck you in that beautiful ass, he might," Laura smiled. "It's an inspiration."

"Nobody ever fucked me there but you," Chanitra murmured, almost bashfully. "Remember that time you and Karen fucked me together with those rubber dicks?"

Laura nodded. Boy, do I remember, she thought. "God, yes," she said, her voice catching in her throat.

"You were the one who fucked me there. Gosh, I don't think I ever came that hard, except maybe just a minute ago." She smiled at Laura. "I think I'd like to do that again."

"Really?" Laura said, interested, her blood heating up as she contemplated it. "That might be arranged."

"You think so?"

Laura could see Chanitra was interested too. "I think so. You want me to ask Karen?"

Chanitra pouted. "She probably hates me. I quit going over there a long time ago. She wanted to tie me up and stuff. You know?"

"You told me," Laura nodded, glad she had never suggested such a thing herself. "But I think she might forgive you. If you wanted to have a little party with the three of us."

"God, just talking about has got me hot all over again," Chanitra gulped.

"Me too," Laura confessed. "And I know just the thing to put us in heaven."

She went to the drawer and pulled out the butterfly vibrator.

"What's that thing?" Chanitra asked, regarding it as if it were an instrument of torture.

"Girl," Laura whispered, caressing the vibrator with one finger, "this little device will send you to the ninth cloud of paradise."

Chanitra's eyes widened; then she broke into a huge, infectious grin. "You ain't sticking that thing in this little black pussy," she said, giggling.

"Not in it, silly," Laura grinned.

Chanitra's dark eyes widened as she began to get the idea. Laura moved closer and began by kissing her sensually again, getting them both back into the pliant, passionate, fuck-hungry mood they had shared at the time Chanitra had arrived. When they were both dying for it again, Laura maneuvered Chantra around to face her, both of them sitting up on the mattress, one of her legs propped over Chanitra's, the other one underneath her other leg. They were close enough so that their breasts touched, their nipples brushing, their mouths intermingling again. Their crotches brushed together too, and Laura knew they could come again just like this, groping and kissing, rubbing their groins together.

The fiendish butterfly vibrator lay beside them on the mattress, and they were too physically involved even to notice it. Their hunger for one another was truly reawakened.

"How can you want a boyfriend when you can have me," Laura whispered, taunting Chanitra, squeezing and sucking her hard little breasts until Chanitra was panting and mewling.

"Mmmm, you want to know why I stay away from you, Laura?" Chanitra panted excitedly. "It's because of this. Unhh! I just want to do it with you all the time."

"Mmmmm, I'm always here," Laura smiled. "Waiting for you."

"You gon' fuck me with that thing, or not?" Chanitra panted, her lovely dark eyes glassy.

"I am. I'm going to fuck us both with it."

"Then do it. I'm ready. God, am I ready," Chanitra gasped, throwing her head back as Laura assaulted her other naked breast.

Laura was ready too. She knew they both would come in ten seconds if she didn't use the machine now. And then we'll come in a split second, she thought. But it would be a ripping, rending orgasm, something she had only experienced, or dared to experience, twice before; with Kim, and with Karen.

She moved their groins slightly apart, so that the vibrator would fit between them. Then she carefully inserted it so that one butterfly was adjacent to her clit, and the other to Chanitra's.

"It's going to be fast, honey," she whispered. "Be ready."

Chanitra looked down at the thing between them. "I am ready," she acknowledged softly.

"Kiss me," Laura said. "Kiss me hard. Fuck me with your mouth."

They kissed, gently, then more roughly, and Laura, holding tight to the shaft of the vibrator, pushed the switch. At the same instant she pushed her groin forward, having learned this technique the first time from Kim, so that the vibrating butterflies found their targets. The thing came alive in her hand.

"Ungghh! Oh . . . god!" Chanitra groaned, whimpering, then moaning hysterically as a shocking orgasm wrenched her. "Auungghh!"

Laura was right behind her, coming violently, feeling a huge, swelling bubble of burning ecstacy explode deep inside her body. She clamped down her teeth on her screams, but they escaped in tight squeals anyway.

"Nnnggmmiieeee! Onngh! Ummnnggiieeee!" she wailed into Chanitra's smooth neck.

Chanitra was still coming, her wonderful lean body flexing and shuddering as each horrific explosion rocked her. Soft grunts and guttural moans escaped from her throat.

"Ungghh! Oh . . . Laur---! Auungghh. Mnnggiieee!" she yelped too, coming yet again.

Laura through the jolting surges of her own string of climaxes had the presence of mind to reach down and fling the still-buzzing thing out onto the sheet beside them. They collapsed together and fell sideways, kissing and moaning, still throbbing with aftershocks.

"Ohhnnnn god . . . Laura, you tryin' to kill me," Chanitra moaned as they both slowly regained their senses.

Laura kissed her deeply. "You never came like that. Admit it," she whispered hoarsely, feeling her own pussy still throbbing like an overheated car engine.

It took them both a long time to recover. Each had come about five times just from the butterfly alone.

"I think I got to own me one of those," Chanitra giggled, examining the finally-quiet machine. "Whenever you horny, you just go in the bathroom and---"

"Having first remembered to gag yourself," Laura smiled.

"Right. And then have about forty comes that blow your little pussy right apart."

"Oh . . . it's still there, isn't it?" Laura teased. "I'd hate so much to be without it."

"I don't even know," Chanitra grinned. "I felt it explode about five or six times. Wow."

Unwilling to let Chanitra go without a final, tender, sealing moment, Laura coaxed her onto her back again and within seconds was licking, tongue-stroking that beautiful young pussy until she had Chanitra in the grip of a culminating, gloriously exuberant orgasm that left her totally wiped out and gasping in Laura's arms. It was a fitting end to a wonderful evening of fucking, and Chanitra left Laura deep in the knowledge that nothing else she could ever do would come close to this.