Bernice had briefly mentioned the scratches on Laura's shoulders, and asked about the bandage on her forearm. This had given Laura a good chance to practice her excuses, knowing she would have to give them to Trina sooner rather than later. Her forearm

Bernice had briefly mentioned the scratches on Laura's shoulders, and asked about the bandage on her forearm. This had given Laura a good chance to practice her excuses, knowing she would have to give them to Trina sooner rather than later. Her forearm wound she blamed on an accident at work, but there was no plausible explanation for the shoulder scratches.

"She must be some hot bitch," Bernice had said, eyes wide.

Laura had smiled ruefully. "Hot and nasty," she had said under her breath.

Bernice's eyes had twinkled. "But you like 'em like that, right?"

Laura smiled, remembering it. Bernice did not seem to have a jealous bone in her marvelous body. So unlike Sholandra, Yvette, Trina, nearly all the others.

To Trina, over the phone, she said nearly the same thing. Accident at work. Didn't feel well.

"I can make you feel better, I bet," Trina said, suggestively.

Maybe I can bring it off, Laura thought. She had a clever plan. "I dare you to try," she said, letting her voice smoulder through the phone.

That night she delayed her visit to Trina's until Shawna was asleep, then told Trina she had just ducked out of an evening meeting long enough to see her and hurry back. They would have to be quick about it.

She knew how exciting it could be to fuck when partially clothed, filled with frantic urgency, as she and Yvette had too often done at work. She wore a jersey turtleneck and a fantastic lacy black bra that opened in front. She figured that in the heat of the moment she could get through to the end without even removing the turtleneck.

It was a risky strategy but it worked completely. She got to Trina's apartment about nine p.m. Anticipating her arrival, Trina was herself clothed only in a ravishing peach chemise, with a bathrobe on top, which she very seductively opened for Laura as soon as Laura was inside.

"You like?" she teased. "You want a peek?"

"I want more than a peek."

Laura embraced her and kissed her passionately. It was part of her strategy to so overwhelm Trina with lust that in their hot rush to fuck, Trina would not insist on taking off Laura's turtleneck. She kissed Trina's marvelous smooth black neck and removed the bathrobe at the same time, letting her hands slip under the chemise and run all over Trina's wonderful flesh.

"God, girl, you hot tonight," Trina panted, excited by Laura's onslaught.

"I want you. I haven't been able to think of anything else all day," Laura murmured. "I've dreamed all day of fucking you."

"Mmmm, you always make me so hot when you say that," Trina whispered.

"Really?" Laura teased her back. She frenched Trina's ear, breathing the words hotly into it. "I want to fuck you and fuck you and fuck you."

She pulled Trina over to the sofa, coaxing her down onto it and pulling up the flimsy chemise, exposing Trina's spectacular breasts. She devoured Trina's large, bursting nipples hungrily. Trina was quickly carried away.

"Oh! Oh! Oh god . . . hon', you driving me crazy!" she moaned softly to Laura.

Laura pulled her turtleneck out of her skirt and scrunched it up under her chin. Trina's eyes widened as she saw the sexy black bra. Her fingers darted to the clasp between the cups, opening it, freeing Laura's breasts, which she immediately took into her hands. Laura gasped as Trina's mouth devoured her nipples as heatedly as she had devoured Trina's.

"Oh god, honey, I'm so hot for you," Laura panted.

She wasn't lying. They were both burning up for each other, whipped into a frenzy of lust, tearing at each other's garments, kissing and stroking and sucking each other's flesh. Somehow, as Laura had recognized, being half-clothed made them hornier than ever. Laura managed to get her skirt off, but she still had her panties and her shoes on as she slid between Trina's thighs and began to lick the girl's beautiful black pussy aggressively.

Trina came less than a minute later, pushing her face into one of the sofa pillows to keep her cries from awakening her daughter. Her flexing, writhing body so thrilled Laura that she couldn't stop but kept sucking and tonguing Trina's pussy until she came again, seconds later.

"Auuggnnhhhh!" Trina cried out, raising her mouth from the pillow, looking through her glazed, enraptured eyes at Laura, who was fucking her so heatedly.

But as soon as the spasms began to wane, she was all over Laura herself, even dragging her down off the sofa onto the floor, swooping over her, dangling her luscious breasts in Laura's face before scooping Laura's breasts up in her hands and again sucking Laura's nipples fiercely, so hard that Laura had to bite down to keep from crying out and wakening Shawna.

"Oh god . . . oh god!" she whimpered, writhing and twisting under Trina's hot assault. "Oh god, Trina, I love you to fuck me! Fuck me . . . fuck me hard! Please! Quick . . . please!"

In the back of her mind, Laura knew she was feeling extra hot out of guilt at having fucked Sholandra and Bernice since she last saw Trina, and Randi just before last seeing her. I'm a tramp, I'm a nymphomaniac, but I love to fuck with you, Trina, she thought, giving herself totally to Trina, who took everything Laura gave her, fucking Laura in a white-hot tornado of lust.

When her mouth finally reached Laura's pussy, her lips and tongue were on fire. Laura came in thirty seconds, her hips shuddering and pumping frantically as a shockingly intense orgasm hammered her body, leaving her slack and nearly destroyed. Finally, she propped herself on her elbows and looked down at Trina, who was still kissing and lovingly caressing Laura's tingling pussy.

Trina, her lips still shiny with Laura's pussyjuice, grinned up at her. "Let's go in the bedroom and finish each other off," she said.

"God . . . you've just about finished me off already," Laura said, feeling a twinge of panic at the thought of having to undress completely.

She sat up briefly, then dragged Trina back down with her on the floor. She began fucking Trina again, heatedly, before Trina could object. And Trina was as excited by this wild rutting on the floor as Laura was.

They thrashed around, squealing softly, whimpering, coming again, then kissing tenderly, then hotly again.

"I feel like an animal, screwing on the floor like this," Trina smiled happily.

"You are an animal," Laura teased her. "You can never get enough."

"Never get enough of you, hon'. Do you have to hurry back to that meeting right now?"

"I've got ten more minutes," Laura checked her watch. "Just enough time to make your sweet pussy sing to me."

"Hon', my pussy be singing hallelujah already," Trina laughed. "Here, take off your sweater so's I can kiss you all over."

Again Laura felt a squirt of panic. Trina actually tugged the bottom part of the jersey, as if to lift it over Laura's head. But before she could do it, Laura engaged her in a scorching kiss, pushing Trina down onto her back again, filling her hands with Trina's exquisitely-shaped breasts as she kissed her.

"I told you I'm going to make your pussy sing again, and I am," she whispered, excitedly kissing her way down Trina's incredible body.

Again she felt what she had often felt before, that she wished she were not such a tramp, as she called herself, that she didn't crave so many other women, because Trina was the top, the best, the sweetest, and the most beautiful of all. I should be happy just with you, she thought, you delicious creature. I am going to make your pussy sing.

And she kissed and sucked Trina's pussy so ardently that Trina had another shockingly deep orgasm in about two minutes. She gripped her own breasts, twisting them savagely and keening deep in her throat as her body arched and shuddered, while Laura cradled her firm, perfect buns in her hands and licked the oozing flower hungrily.

Afterwards, Trina was stunned, dazed by the experience, her eyes still glassy, her breath labored. She glanced up from the floor, where she had been thoroughly ravished, at Laura, who was pulling on her panties and skirt.

"You just take advantage of a girl, then run right off," she said softly.

Laura reached down and offered her a hand, then helped her to the sofa. Trina made no effort to cover her nakedness, which was breathtaking.

"If you don't cover up that beautiful body of yours, I might stay and then lose my job," Laura said.

"I want you to stay. Want you to do me again."

"Temptress."

"I'm a regular Jezebel, you know," Trina smiled, eyes twinkling as she began to run her hands sensually over her naked body.

She cupped her luscious breasts and squeezed them, twisting her large, bulbous, gleaming nipples, then pulling one breast up to her mouth and sucking the swollen bud inside. Laura felt her pussy throbbing excitedly as she watched. Trina ran one hand down to her crotch and began to slide her forefinger up and down in the pink petals of her black-lipped pussy. Her very black, glossy, voluptuous body enchanted Laura.

"Want you to fuck me, Miss Laura," she said, coyly. "Don't want you to leave without fucking me again. Don' you want to fuck me, Miss Laura? Don't you want to be eating on this pretty little black pussy? You could lick it . . . and suck it . . ."

She knew she was tormenting Laura, who couldn't remove her eyes. Suddenly, Laura dropped to her knees beside the sofa and pressed her mouth into Trina's delectable, tempting wet pussy, pulling the cuntlips apart with her fingers, slipping her tongue deep into the glistening crease. It was wet and warm, so wet that she was amazed Trina could still be so aroused after three or four orgasms.

But she knew they had this effect on each other. She sucked and tongued Trina's inflamed pussy until the girl was coming again, moaning and writhing in the sofa cushions, her voluptuous black body straining and gleaming, and arousing Laura so much again that she wanted to come herself.

Trina knew it, and she pulled Laura down with her, again trying to undress her. "Girl, I'm gon' take off your clothes and fuck you," she panted hotly into Laura's ear.

Laura was wildly hot and excited. She could feel how wet her pussy was too, very wet again. Oh god, I want it! she thought. I want it bad!

"I want you bad," she whispered, gasping as Trina's fingers came up under her skirt to her panties.

They slipped under the elastic band into her pussy.

"Ungh!" Laura gasped, biting her lip. "Oh shit . . . god, yes! Do it hard and quick, honey! Please! Unghh! Yes!"

Trina kissed her and hand-fucked her hard, Laura fully clothed now and lying on top of Trina, Trina completely naked, but white-hot as she turned Laura sideways on the sofa and brought her to a final, sharp orgasm in about thirty seconds.

"Oh! Auungghhh!" Laura cried out as she came, burying her face a split-second later in Trina's neck so as not to waken Shawna. "Unnmmmm!" she moaned, still coming, her body jerking as the spasms rocked her.

She lay, disheveled and panting, with Trina's fingers still inside her throbbing pussy, pinned between the naked Trina and the back of the sofa. Her lips were still pressed against Trina's smooth, warm neck.

"Talk about rape,"she whispered weakly.

"You deserved it," Trina teased her. "Taking advantage of me like that."

After about a minute, they disentangled their bodies and got up from the sofa. Laura made her excuses about hurrying back to her meeting, and they kissed soulfully at the door. She couldn't hide a smile as she walked to her car, realizing that they had fucked and fucked, and she had never once removed her turtleneck to reveal the scratches.