Only after Barbara had gone did Laura see the folded piece of paper with Trina Townsend's phone number on it lying on the floor by the sofa. She had quickly retrieved it when it had fluttered out of her bra, but then in the heat of really torrid fucking with Barbara, she had lost track of it. But now she picked it up and looked at it, wondering if she would ever see Trina again.

And so she was in almost total shock two days later when Trina actually called.

"This Laura?"

"Yes."

"Trina. Wondered if you'd like to get together, say, after work today for a few minutes. Like we could meet for coffee or something, like you said."

"Gosh, I'd love to," Laura said, trying not to sound too eager.

"Where you work?"

"I can meet you anywhere."

Laura named a trendy coffee shop.

"Okay," Trina said. "See you there at five-thirty."

Laura could hardly stand her butterflies. She was there ten minutes early. When Trina arrived, several men on the sidewalk nearly had whiplash. She was dressed in a tight, short skirt and a tight orange sweater with a scoop neck. Her full round breasts jutted out, and plenty of cleavage was visible. Her legs were spectacular. Watching her, Laura realized that Rina would have looked exactly thus, if she too had had a baby.

In other words, totally stunning. When she had first seen her in Macy's, Laura had been bewitched by the uncanny resemblance to Rina, and had thought of nothing more but talking to her, learning everything she could, sharing with her their feeling for Rina. But now when she looked at Trina coming into the coffee shop, she could feel a small, familiar, insistent pulsing in her pussy, and she knew what it meant.

This made it doubly difficult to talk to Trina. But Laura barged on ahead.

"How'd you and Rina know each other?" Trina asked.

"Work," Laura said.

"She never told me about you," Trina said.

Her manner was cold, not hostile as before, but distant and aloof. She seemed impossibly unlike Rina, who had been so sweet and vulnerable and friendly to Laura from the very start. And yet she was shockingly beautiful to Laura. Her dark brown eyes seemed to burn with the same intensity Rina's had had. Laura found it very hard to keep her eyes from dropping to Trina's jutting breasts.

She knew what they looked like, under Trina's sweater. They looked like Rina's. Except they were a little bigger, the result of the pregnancy. Now Laura's mind shot briefly to Cecilia, and Cecilia's breasts, overflowing with milk, and the way she, Laura, had come with Cecilia's milk gushing into her face, and into her mouth.

Oh shit! she realized, becoming aroused, on the verge of losing her vital self-control. She couldn't blow it now, not with Trina sitting there across from her.

"Anything wrong?" Trina asked. She had noticed Laura's discomfort.

"No . . . nothing. I think maybe I'm coming down with something, that's all."

"You know," Trina said, pointedly, "Rina was involved with some lesbian from her job. That's why her boyfriend killed her. At least that's what he said at the trial. I was there. I was there every day. Did you know that?"

"What, that you were at the trial?" Laura asked, disingenuously.

"No. About the lesbian."

Laura knew she was blushing. She couldn't help it. She knew she looked as guilty as possible. "I . . . didn't," she said, looking away and swallowing.

Trina was scrutinizing her very closely. Oh god! Laura thought. She knows. She hates me. But then Trina changed the subject abruptly, either to throw Laura off guard, or out of genuine interest.

"You know, you look just like that model? The one in the Victoria's Secret ads?"

"Stephanie?" Laura threw her head back and laughed, a little affectedly, which also embarrassed her. "Stephanie Seymour? She's really my twin ha ha."

"Really?"

Laura stopped laughing, feeling foolish. "No. Not really. She's really very beautiful. People tell me that once in a while, but I don't think so."

Trina's eyes burned into hers. "I have one of those cute teddies she wears," she said. "Looked better on me before the baby." She giggled, smiling.

"I have one too. Actually, I have a couple."

"You really are as beautiful as she is," Trina said, seriously.

"Thank you, but let's talk about something else."

"You really are that lesbian Rina was involved with, aren't you," Trina said flatly.

Laura gulped. "I . . . never really thought of it that way," she said softly, meeting Trina's burning eyes. "I . . . loved her. I guess I don't think of myself as . . . one of those. I just loved her. Very much."

Trina blinked. Her dark eyes grew wider. Laura didn't realize that tears were pouring down her own cheeks until she tasted the salt on her lips.

Trina looked around them, as if it would be very embarrassing for others to see Laura silently weeping. She picked up a napkin, leaning across the table and daubing away Laura's copious tears.

"Guess you really did," she whispered.

"I really did."

Now tears appeared in Trina's eyes. But she blinked them away. "I didn't mean to call you that. Guess it's like calling me a nigger."

By now Laura had regained control. "No," she sniffed. "Not nearly as bad."

"You don't look like one."

Laura smiled wanly. "I guess I should take that as a compliment."

"Usually I think of them riding motorcycles and stuff. Not beautiful, like models. But they do say Whitney Houston is one. Don't know whether to believe it."

Believe it, Laura thought. She recalled that on her last visit to New York she had met a girl who had screwed Whitney Houston and said she fucked other girls like a bunny.

Laura smiled wanly again. "I'm just like you. I eat and sleep . . . and hurt. And fall in love."

But now Trina grew vaguely hostile again. "I beg your pardon, you're not like me. What you and Rina did was wrong. If she hadn't of done it, she'd probably still be alive. You really might as well have killed her yourself."

This cut Laura deep, and they both knew it. Trina had meant it to. Laura actually winced as she heard the words coming out of Trina's beautiful, sensual mouth.

"You can't mean that."

"I do mean it."

Now Laura really did want to cry, but tears were far away. She couldn't. Exerting all her self-control, she stood up and excused herself.

"I loved her," she said, in a weak, trembling voice, but looking straight into Trina's eyes, not avoiding her. "I loved her. I didn't kill her."

Then she left the coffee shop, not looking back.

The next few hours were a terrible torment to Laura. She was so distraught over what had happened that she went home and quickly drank two glasses of wine, which only made her maudlin, more distraught than ever. She was a little tipsy when the buzzer from downstairs rang.

Fuck it, she thought. I'm not home. But then she thought: What if it's Yvette? Or Sholandra? Or even Karen? I can forget about her, I can go to bed with whoever it is, and we can fuck all night, and I can forget about her.

She answered the buzzer. "Who is it?"

"It's Eric."

Eric? Her spirits drooped. She was hoping it was Yvette, fiery, temperamental Yvette, with her extraordinary, breathtaking long legs, and her g-spot.

"Laura?" he asked through the speaker. "I've come to apologize. Nothing more."

Ha! Laura thought. Nobody with a piece of meat like that swinging between his legs ever refuses to use it. But, without responding, she had buzzed him in before she knew it.

She met him at the door and let him in.

"I was afraid you wouldn't see me," Eric said, fresh-faced and cute.

"Why wouldn't I see you?"

"Because . . . of what Rob and I did."

Laura laughed falsely. "You mean both shoving those humongous cocks up my poor little coozey at the same time and making me scream? Nearly sending me to the hospital? You think I'd be mad about that?"

"Aren't you?"

Laura was feeling very aggressive, and didn't want to wait around. This was making her forget the incident with Trina, and she didn't want it to stop, or lag. She approached Eric, caressing his cheek, pouting, making her mouth look as seductive as possible.

"Why did you really come here, Eric?" she purred. "Isn't it because you wanted to have me without having to share? Either with Rob, or with Camille?"

"Rob says you're a lesbian, but you really don't seem like one."

"Or was it to really fuck that lesbian hard with your humongous dong and make her see the light?"

Now Laura dropped one hand to his crotch and felt his cock through his pants. Shit! she thought. It's even bigger than I remember!

"No . . . nothing like that," Eric said, probably meaning it.

He was actually a sweet, uncomplicated kid, feeling guilty about what he and his brother had done. Laura kissed him. She started slowly, but when he began to respond, she turned up the heat.

"What's the matter, you don't want to fuck me?" she whispered against his teeth.

Eric kissed her neck. His hands came up to her breasts, squeezing them under her bra and blouse. "I think I do," he panted softly.

Laura unbuttoned her blouse, slowly, tantalizing him, enjoying his mounting sexual excitement. Then she removed her bra slowly, reaching behind her back, unclasping it, letting the cups slide away from her breasts, looking at his eyes.

"God, you're so beautiful," Eric said. "I just couldn't believe you could be so beautiful."

Laura cupped her naked breasts in her palms. "Don't you want them?" she asked coyly, brushing her soft coral nipples with her thumbs. "Don't you want to suck them?"

Eric's eyes burned. The crotch of his pants brushed against Laura's thigh, and she could feel his gigantic cock under the cloth like a steel pipe. She felt the coiled strength and lust of his body. It would be like being fucked by a tornado, she realized.

But he was remarkably tentative, even gentle, at first. She still held her breasts for him, cradled in her palms, and he lowered his lips to one, pushing them into her soft nipple, then sucking the nipple inside. She knew from this point on it would be fast.

Her own body filled with heat as he sucked her. He gentleness quickly turned into voracity.

"Ohhn! Oh . . . god!" she gasped under her breath as he sucked her aching nipple almost brutally.

Warm fuckjuice seemed to squirt into Laura's pussy. She gave herself up completely to him, surrendering, begging him.

"Suck the other one!" she panted. "Please! Yes! Oh yes, do it hard! Ungghh!"

"Oh Laura!"

"Yes! Come with me!"

She pulled him down the short hall to the bedroom. She didn't have time to shut the door. Her fingers scrabbled at his belt buckle. She pulled down his pants and briefs, awestruck by the stiff monster as it sprang into view. His cock was a massive, twitching tower of fierce, purplish lust.

She caressed it with her fingers, bringing her mouth close, extending her tongue toward the ballooning, silky, swollen head of his penis.

"No! Don't touch it!" he cried, pulling back. "It'll go off!"

"Silly," Laura smiled. "We want it to go off."

"Inside you," he panted, trying with shaking fingers to unzip Laura's skirt.

She did it for him. In a few seconds, they were both naked. God, here it comes, Laura thought. This kid's going to fuck my brains out.

And she wasn't half wrong about it. She lay on her back, and Eric slid between her gaping thighs. He looked down at her wet, splayed pussy, as if seeing it for the first time.

"Can I kiss it?" he asked, almost shyly.

Laura smiled. "Please."

She knew he would know none of the fine points about eating pussy, he would be no Barbara, or Karen, but Eric made up for it in wild enthusiasm. His tongue was everywhere, his mouth devoured every bit of Laura's excited pussy, and when his lips touched her clit she was so excited that she came immediately.

"Auungghhh!" she cried out. "Oh . . . Eric! Ungghh oh god yes!"

"Are you coming?"

"Auungghhh! Yes!" Laura panted, her body arching and shuddering sharply. "Unggghh! Oh god!"

Now he apparently felt it was okay to fuck her. Laura was still throbbing from the aftershocks when she felt his mammoth prick sliding up into her pussy. It was like being penetrated by a small baseball bat. She felt it bump against her cervix and looked down to see about two inches of it still protruding. God, he can't even get all of it into me! she thought.

"Oh, shit, Eric," she groaned, throwing her arms around him, pushing her naked breasts up into his chest. "Don't fuck me too hard, you'll kill me," she whimpered.

"I'll try," he panted, kissing her neck, her shoulders, sliding the enormous stiff shaft in and out of her clinging pussy slowly.

But the gentleness couldn't last for long. Both of them were too sexually excited, and very quickly Laura began to approach a second orgasm. Her moaning and writhing only excited Eric more, and he began fucking her hard, ripping his huge weapon up into her tight pussy, thrusting violently, finally stabbing it deep into her. The pain mingled with wild arousal, and Laura winced and squealed helplessly, her squeals mixing with her own passionate moans as both of them hurtled toward a fierce explosion.

"Unh! Aiienngg! Ohn! Ungh! Aiieenggg! Oh shit, it hurts! Ungh! Aiieenggg!" she cried out, locking her legs around his thrusting hips, clenching her teeth and squealing through them each time his gigantic cock pierced her throbbing pussy to the quick.

"Ohnnggg . . . god I'm going to come!" Eric panted into her ear.

"God . . . me too!" Laura gasped. "Come with me, honey! Now now! Unghhh! Aiieenngg! Ohnngg!"

They came at almost the same instant. Laura felt a gusher of cum squirting into her, string after string of warm jism leaping from Eric's prick into her clasping pussy. She was wrenched by a paroxysm of lightning, her whole body shaken by an intense wave of sharp coming. They clutched each other desperately, groaning and shuddering through a very intense shared climax.

Then they lay panting, Eric still on top of her, and gasping until they regained their breath and their senses. Laura looked down as Eric withdrew his slackening cock from her pussy and saw gobs and dollops of his cum leaking back out of her. She knew no one had ever pumped so much into her.

"You really come in gallons, my boy," she giggled, taking some onto her finger and licking it off with a slow, sensual motion that made his eyes widen.

He was indeed almost a miracle. Only about twenty, he had never run across a girl quite like Laura before. She might like girls, but she was more than a match for him. Just a few minutes after their shared explosion, she was bathing his huge soft cock in soapy water, cleaning it thoroughly, then giving him a suck-job unlike anything he had ever experienced.

And Laura herself was astonished, not by the size of his prick (his brother Rob's was just as big) but by the sheer quantity of his jism. She sucked him all the way to the end, which also arrived sooner than she had expected, and when Eric came, he spurted great leaping strings of warm cum into her face. His cock was a great squirting rocket, pumping long creamy wads of jism into the air, even though he had seemingly emptied his balls into Laura's pussy only a few minutes earlier.

Even though she wasn't fond of having a man come in her face, which made her feel like she was in some sleazy pornographic film, in Eric's case she didn't mind, closing her eyes and letting it pour down her cheeks, licking it happily, giggling as she finally opened them and saw the shocked, flummoxed expression on his face.

"You like to come in my face, don't you," she purred. "You beastily men are all alike."

"Is that why you like girls better?" he grinned.

She wiped away his cum slowly with a towel. "I like girls for the same reason," she confessed. "When I make them come, they're so grateful, like you are. Then they'll do anything for me."

"What do they do for you that I can't?" he asked.

She pushed her naked breasts into his face, rubbing them all over it. Then she purred into his ear, knowing that he could do nothing since he had just come violently.

"One time a girl made me come twenty-eight times in a single night," she whispered.

"You're kidding!" he gasped.

"Am not. Bet you can't do that."

"No, but I can sure do something with these," he said, taking her breasts in his hands and feeding her soft, swollen nipples into his mouth, sucking both of them until they were erect, pointing, very hard.

Laura became very aroused. Sucking him off had already aroused her, and this made it worse. She knew she wouldn't let him leave until she had felt the monster reaming her ass. The memory of Barbara and Mr. Prickles was still with her. Barbara had nearly died of coming. Laura could feel her asshole clench as she looked down at Eric's huge dick.

He had stuck it in her ass before, so she knew she could stand it, but the very thought was still terrifying.

"I'll tell you one thing you can do for me that they can't," she whispered to him in a sultry way.

"What?"

She rolled over to the bedstand and removed her small bottle of babyoil. She handed it to him, flirting coyly. Eric's cock began to show fresh signs of life. Laura looked down at it, marveling at the way it swelled and twitched, rising, ballooning, until it was standing rigid and huge, thundering and jumping with renewed vigor. Oh god, I must be crazy! she thought.

Eric smiled.

"Promise me you'll be gentle," she said softly, stroking his hot, rigid meat with her fingertips. "He's so . . . terrifying."

"Of course I will," he reassured her. "The only thing I don't like about it is that I can't look at your beautiful face while I fuck you."

"Oh, we can arrange that," Laura smiled, flattered, as usual.

She lay on her back and scooted a pillow under her buns, so that her ass was raised up. Then she lifted her legs and propped her heels on his shoulders. Eric grinned and opened the plastic bottle.

"Now I can watch him going in and out, too," she said.

The next twenty minutes were among the most excruciating as well as the most blissful of her life. First Eric greased his fingers with the babyoil and fucked her asshole with them for three or four minutes, until it was relaxed and open, ready to receive his massive club of a cock.

Next he swathed the twitching monster in oil, until it was bobbing and glistening between Laura's thighs like a swollen, purplish salami. She clenched her teeth as he began to push it into her.

"Oh god! Ungghh!"

Hot tears squirted involuntarily from her eyes. The thing was even bigger than she had remembered. Daggers of sharp pain shot through her ass.

"Oh shit! Stop!" she begged, fearing it would rip her. "Oh god!"

"Baby . . . baby," Eric panted, still pushing.

"Oh god . . . Eric!" she cried, panicking.

She was sure it wouldn't fit, even though it had fit before. The pain was incredible. But Eric wouldn't stop. She looked down and saw the thick stalk still protruding two inches from her impaled asshole.

Eric held her hips and kept pushing until the whole thing was embedded in Laura's ass. It felt like a tree. Laura could barely breathe. Her entire body was clenched into a rigid, throbbing, flaming nerve of fierce pain.

And yet it began to wane. Each time this happened to her she forgot that the body adjusted, that the heart-stopping physical pleasure of the anal, all-body orgasm that awaited her was always preceded by this moment of excruciating agony. The pain began to bleed into a kind of horrific, intense rapture.

She had no time to savour the waning of the pain, however, because Eric was fucking her vigorously. He had not developed any sexual skill, like Rob, but was barrelling forward full bore, like a rutting bull, ramming his gigantic stiff member into Laura's ass. His eyes showed the wild delirium of his pleasure, and he gazed at Laura's face as if he were raping an angel in the ass.

Her legs were propped up, resting on his shoulders, and Laura massaged her own clit with one hand, knowing this would be over quickly. Eric reached down and fondled her breasts while he fucked her, then finally slid her legs off his shoulders and bent down to suck her nipples. At this point, both of them seemed to go crazy, swallowed by a wild firestorm of lust.

"Ungh! Ownchh! Unggh! Oh! Anngghh!" Laura gagged, her whole lower body rising off the bed each time he speared her with his fierce huge cock.

And Eric was groaning too, driven crazy by the tight, pinching channel of Laura's small rectum. He nearly swallowed her aching nipples. Laura rubbed her clit hard with two fingers. Oh god . . . oh god, it's going to kill me!

And it nearly did kill them both. Through the wild fury of their driving lust, Laura could hear the headboard of her bed hammering against the wall as Eric jabbed his enormous prick deep into her ass again and again. Their moans and yelps and groans intermingled in a fierce cacophony, and it all came to a head in devastating explosion.

Eric came first, squirting yet another long, jerking string of cum into Laura's plundered asshole. The feel of the warm jets shooting deep into her body made Laura come herself, almost instantly. It was a shattering, agonizing orgasm that shook her entire body ruthlessly, knocking the breath totally from her lungs, leaving her a cawing, quivering wreck as wave after wave of shocking rapture wrenched her.

Laura had had some brutal rough-sex climaxes in her life, particularly with Karen and Brandi, and with Eric's brother, and with Eric himself, when he and Rob had both fucked her pussy at the same time, but she wondered if this one wasn't the top. She felt like her insides had been reamed out. After the throbbing of her orgasm waned, her ass burned and ached.

"I . . . guess I got carried away," Eric said sheepishly as he pulled his gigantic, slackening member out of her horribly ravished bottom.

"It's all right," Laura grinned ruefully at him. "Now I know even death can't be as bad as that."

"Was it bad?" He looked worried.

She patted him on the limp dick. "It was terrific. I mean it. Atom bomb. Really. I've never come like that."

"Really? But I think I hurt you."

Laura nodded. "A little." Like I think I'm going to call an ambulance after you leave.

"Gosh, I'm sorry."

But she didn't call an ambulance. She cleaned them both off, and unbelievably the monster started swelling again.

"You, my boy, are a miracle," she told him.

He grinned sheepishly again as his massive prick sprang to life before their eyes, standing tall and thundering with fresh hunger.

"I just can't get enough of fucking you," he said to Laura.

"Honey, if you fuck me again, they might have to bury me right afterward."

"I promise not to be so rough this time."

Laura shrugged. He really did want her. She liked being desired, even by this young bull, with his horse's dick.

"I want to fuck you from behind," he said.

In silent resignation, Laura turned onto her stomach on the bed.

"Jesus, I really ploughed your little butthole into a big red canyon, didn't I?" he giggled self-consciously.

"Unhg!"

Laura didn't get a chance to respond before he drove the monster deep into her pussy.

"Unh! Unh!" she grunted softly as he began to fuck her vigorously again.

But his relentless energy quickly took over again for them both, and in a few seconds she was swirling her hips back into his thrusts. This time he leaned forward and reached around her body to get his hands on her breasts. He squeezed them, then began spearing her pussy as violently as he had earlier speared her asshole.

And in a few more minutes both were coming again, shuddering and gasping as the excruciating spasms of a final, almost unreachable orgasm wracked them both. As she mopped up the copious quantities of jism he had ejaculated into her and all over her while Eric dressed, she realized that she hadn't thought of Trina for a few hours.

She kissed him at the door. "Don't be a stranger, big boy," she teased. "I may like girls, but no girl could turn down that incredible fire hose of yours."

Eric beamed. "Got you off, didn't I."

"You certainly did."

"You were kidding about the twenty-eight times, right?"

Laura cocked her head wryly. "Actually it was closer to thirty."