I'd sigh for you, I'd cry for you,
I'd tear the stars down from the sky for you,
If that isn't love, it'll have to do,
Until the real thing comes along . . .

Laura hummed to herself, gathering some papers together from her desk, putting them in an orange manila file folder and labeling the folder carefully. She was a little troubled about love, having in sequence slept with Dawn and Deshona, both of whom she 'loved' to the ends of the earth. She melted with love at the thought of either one, and her pussy began to melt inside too.

I'll always love you, darling,
Come what may,
My heart is yours,
What more can I say . . .

True, she felt a little rueful, as always, about them returning home to these men, Robert and Charles, who would be tasting their sweet bodies repeatedly before Laura ever got to see them again, but she was also a little proud of herself. Those guys can't do for them what I can do, she thought. They know it, and I know it. They'll be back.

I'd tear the stars down from the sky for you . . .

she hummed again as she walked down the corridor with the folder toward Rhonda's office. It was late on a Saturday afternoon, and though Laura did not often work on the weekend, sometimes it was unavoidable. This was a task that had to be done, and fortunately she had been able all morning to focus on it with energy and determination, glowing and humming all the while in a mood of wonderful contentment. Her mouth was feeling better, and just letting her inner gaze drift back over her time with either woman made her tingle happily.

She and Rhonda had agreed on Friday that when Laura was finished, she would leave the papers in Rhonda's office. The building was half-darkened and nearly vacant since few people who were also working on the weekend had stayed this late—it was a little after four o'clock—and Laura was happy to be finished as he approached Rhonda's secretary's desk. If I just leave it here, will she get it okay? I know Patty will give it to her first thing Monday morning.

But then, she thought again. The papers were very sensitive and proprietary. It wouldn't do to have them just lying about. Anyone could peak into an orange folder on a desk right out there in the open. She picked it back up and walked the short distance to Rhonda's office door. I'll just leave them right on her chair. That way she'll be sure not to miss them, and they'll be safer too.

She opened the door and went inside, still half-preoccupied by the warm, happy glow of contentment that had dominated her attitude all day. Rhonda's office was not exactly dark but certainly dim since no lights were on either inside or outside. Laura went behind Rhonda's large, bare, gleaming mahogany desk—why do the executives, who don't need them, get these really huge desks? she wondered, and not for the first time—pulling out Rhonda's chair and placing the orange folder on it.

Only at that moment did she sense something odd. Her head whipped around toward the sofa against the wall, and there, in the dimness, she saw two half-naked women stretched out, as if frozen in place, looking over at her. Both were black. One, the one on top, was April.

"Oh!" Laura exclaimed softly, in shock.

The most startling thing, other than the fact that they were nearly naked and had clearly been fucking, was the way they both stared at her. Suddenly, she felt like she was part of a freeze frame in a movie, also as if she were the one who had been caught in flagrante delicto, not they. Both April and the other girl stared at Laura without blinking, their eyes big dark brown saucers, their faces expressionless. But they did not look like the proverbial deer caught in the headlights. They did not look innocent, or embarrassed. To Laura it only looked as if they were pausing, waiting for her to leave so they could resume.

Laura's eyes were also quick, adjusting speedily to the dimness, and though she already knew what April looked like naked, she took in the girl's thick but delicious body with a fast glance before letting her eyes gulp down what she could see of the other girl, who was on the bottom. Both were only half-clothed, and even though her voracious glimpse took fewer than six or eight seconds, Laura could feel her blood thumping as she noticed April's jeans on one leg but not the other, her shirt pushed down around her waist, her bra cups only shoved down below her naked breasts.

The other girl was equally disheveled, though Laura could see less of her since she was lying under April. She was more slender, longer, with skin of a lighter hue than April's and long black hair, her body lithe and supple, her long, slim legs completely naked and wrapped around April's hips, her shirt and bra scrunched up under her chin. She also had limpid, languid, curious dark eyes that did not betray the slightest shame or distress as she stared at Laura.

Laura swallowed. "April . . . you should be a little more careful," she said in a strangely awkward, hoarse voice, turning her face away so she would not appear to be giving them the prurient stare she felt was so obvious.

Slowly, April nodded. The other's girl's eyes never left Laura's face, and though Laura did not meet them with her own, she could feel them on her, unmoving, unapologetic. The situation was so embarrassing, for Laura at least, and so sexually arousing at the same time that all she could do was turn and leave the office immediately. But even on the way out, she caught a whiff of the thick, musky fuck-odors that filled the air. Two excited pussies in there, she thought, half-amused as she shut the door behind her. How could I have missed that smell?

She lingered momentarily, as if it were very hard to give up this moment. Will they just start in again, now that I'm gone? she wondered. Or were they more worried than they seemed? After all, I could get them—at least April; I don't know the other one—in big trouble, if I wanted to. But of course she knows I wouldn't.

On her way back to her office to collect her things, Laura could not help recalling how she and Yvette had been similarly caught a couple of times. And also, she and Randi. By Deshona, of all people. Reckless, she thought. And stupid. They could have gone somewhere. It's Saturday, for heaven's sake. They didn't even have to stay here. Of course, they didn't think anybody would walk in on them either, since it's Saturday.

She could still see April's solemn, unsmiling but unashamed face, looking at her blankly. And she couldn't keep her mind's eye from returning to their half-naked bodies, pressed together. Half of her wished she was unscrupulous enough to go back outside Rhonda's office and listen, or hide behind a nearby cubicle wall to see their demeanor when they emerged together, after their little intimate moment.

But she knew she would hate anyone who did that to her. Hurriedly, she grabbed her essentials and left the building. Honor among thieves, at least. And sexual miscreants. April had a right to her little . . . affairs, Laura thought. God knows I'm in no position to criticize. Gosh, that other girl was kind of pretty. She stared back at me so hard. It was as if she were saying, 'Maybe you'd like a little of this too?'

Laura shook it off, though it was hard to forget for the rest of the weekend. Fortunately, on Saturday night she and Shavon had a mini-orgy in Shavon's condo, which cleared out Laura's head and body completely.

On Tuesday she returned to the dentist to have her stitches removed, and to her great surprise and joy she did wind up having dinner that evening with Sara Paige. They went to a Chinese restaurant in the Embarcadero Center, and Laura spent an almost obscene amount of time gazing at Sara's incredible mouth, wanting desperately to kiss it, and trying at the same time to conceal her impetuous desire.

Dinner with Sara reminded her acutely of all the times she had sat at lunch across from Rina, or Cecilia, or Jonelle, or Shavon, to name only a few, desperately longing to touch them, yearning to brush her lips against their cheeks, feeling not only sexual desire but a need to embrace and murmur to them and pour herself into them that was so intense she almost fainted from the effort to hide it. Her more recent intrigues had not involved much of this simple tête-à-tête, dinner and flirting, lunch and bantering, a warm, congenial, relaxing time with a very attractive woman, which made excited shivers run up and down Laura's arms.

There was also the novelty of Sara's glasses, which Laura had not seen her wearing before now. They were small, square, gold, wire-rimmed, and for some reason made her face even more attractive. Maybe the contrast of the square little lenses with her oval face, Laura speculated. Also, because of the glasses, Sara's small eyes did not seem so small after all, and the glasses gave her an aura of no-nonsense studiousness that Laura found really appealing when contrasted with her easy smile and sense of humor.

The glasses kept sliding down her nose, and Sara would patiently push them up again with the tip of her forefinger.

"I don't have a bridge to my nose," she said, making a funny face. "Black folks weren't meant to wear glasses. Not the ones who have my big flat nose, anyway."

"I think they're very attractive on you," Laura said. "I didn't know you wore glasses."

"Giving my contacts a rest. I actually don't think I was made for contacts. After a while they start to hurt. I have to take them out a few days just to recover." She made a coquettish tilt of her head, and yet another funny face, of which she had a very extensive repertoire. "Got to wear 'em to catch a fella, though. If you wear glasses, they think you're too smart for them."

Laura smiled. "You probably are."

Sara raised one eyebrow. "I'm smarter than some, that's for sure. I was married once to a guy who was a refuse collection engineer." This phrase cracked her up, and she nearly choked briefly on a mouthful of Moo Goo Gai Pan. "Get it? Garbage man. He called himself a Refuse Collection Engineer. He was a real nice guy, too. But I had graduated college, and he could never get over it. If I read a book, he started getting all nasty and critical about it, like I didn't have a right to just be interested in things. Oh well. Life goes on. I also had a 'friendship' with a doctor, and he was a doofus too. Did you know that the first course they're required to take in medical school is Pompous Ass 101?"

Gosh, how could either of them ever have given you up, Sara, Laura thought, gazing happily at her, feeling warm all over.

"Any kids?" she asked.

Sara shook her head, chewing, waving her chopsticks at Laura. "Came close a couple of times. But I couldn't go through with it. You gotta like a guy a lot to have kids with him, you know?"

Laura nodded. She answered a few questions about her own life, not intentionally concealing anything but also not going into revealing details. She enjoyed Sara's naturalness and simplicity immensely, and enjoyed looking at her more than ever. As she had the first time Laura had seen her, Sara wore a crisp white blouse with a stiff collar, though this time there was a small heart-shaped pendant on a thin gold chain around her neck, which drew Laura's eyes to her throat, so smooth and dark brown.

Also, you could again see the white straps of her bra through the fabric, contrasted with her black skin. It was a sight that never failed to arouse Laura sexually, and she was grateful that the restaurant lights were dim enough to prevent her from focusing on it, since she had trouble already not looking too long or hungrily at Sara's thick lips, wanting to mash and maul them with her own passionately as she had the first day, in the dentist's office.

The weather had actually become rather chilly, so both wore their coats as they walked through Embarcadero Center, looking in the windows of the shops, after dinner. Laura was relieved not to have to keep her eyes consciously from straying to Sara's bra straps. Reflected in the windows, the two of them were comically tall and short, and Sara could not resist making jokes about it.

"How's it feel, going to dinner with a midget?" she elbowed Laura in the ribs. "How's the weather up there, anyway? At least you'll be able to tell me if it starts to rain. Then I can run for cover."

Laura laughed with her. "I have a girl friend who is really tall," she said, thinking momentarily of Shontay. "Like, she is six feet two, I'll bet. She makes both of us look like midgets."

Sara shrugged. "I've got used to it. 'Shorty' is now a term of endearment with the guys, you know. They like it. I can't complain."

It came time to part. Laura did not want to. She didn't even care about sex. All she wanted was to sit and talk to Sara and see her making her funny faces and gaze at her mouth for another ten hours or so. Sara seemed reluctant for the short evening to be over too, but Laura wondered if she was projecting that onto her. And of course they both had to go back to work in the morning.

"Where do you live? I can drop you off."

Sara shook her head. "Muni for me. I live out in Ocean View. I can take the M car and be home in half an hour. You wouldn't want to be driving way out there."

I'd give anything to spend another hour with you, Laura wanted to say. She didn't dare. But again, she had the strangest notion that Sara felt the same way. Something about her softly shining eyes behind her glasses led Laura to believe that she too was reluctant for it to be over.

"You know," Laura said, as they reached Market Street, and the Muni Metro entrance, "I don't have to come back for three months."

"I know," Sara grinned. "I made the appointment for you, remember?"

"I like you. I hate to think we won't see each other again until then."

Sara became suddenly very serious and put her hand on Laura's arm. "We will. Promise."

She turned and started down the escalator.

"Let me give you my phone number!" Laura shouted in quick desperation.

Sara looked back over her shoulder, still descending on the moving escalator, making yet another goofy, enchanting face. "Got it, remember? I know everything about you," she winked.

She gave Laura a graceful little wave, head-cocked, as if to say, I know more than you think I do. Or was it, I feel the same way, Laura darling. Let's see what happens? Or was it, God, I'm glad that evening is over—what a crushing bore that Laura is!

Laura stood forlornly at the top of the escalator, watching Sara descend until her form disappeared into the dark maw of the transit station. She hated herself for feeling this way. I want to do more than kiss her, don't I, she realized. And here I am in love with Dawn and Deshona.

I'd tear the stars down from the skies for you . . .

she hummed to herself as she turned and walked away from the Muni Metro station, taking care not to let any passersby overhear her and think she was crazy.

Over the next few days she began to think more seriously about moving, which required a hundred decisions. When she occasionally ran into either of the Gibsons in the lobby or outside on the sidewalk, she now began to give them a bright, strong smile, all teeth and brass, as if to say, Yes, if you only knew how hotly we fuck down there in my apartment, me and the girls, even that darling daughter of yours. You would be flabbergasted, my dears. Did you know I fucked her in your own bed? And in Daddy's easy chair? Did you know I made her pant? I made her scream . . . and claw my back? Your daughter? Oh, she loves to fuck, that girl! She loves to rub her pussy against my mouth until it just swells up and bursts with happiness. What do you think of that, eh?

Then, as the moment passed, she would feel a little guilty—not about the fucking, or screaming, but about being the kind of person who could secretly gloat and sneer at others this way, and get some kind of kick out of silently rubbing it in their faces. Also she realized that she was more frightened than ever of Shontay somehow finding out.

They did not run into one another often at work, but on the few occasions when they did meet, Shontay seemed as warm and pliant as she usually was, now that they had been fucking regularly, about twice a week. Of course, given her position, and Laura's too, she was very reserved and formal, but Laura could see in her magical pale brown eyes the deep, responsive throbbing that connected with Laura's own heartbeat, forming a kind of instant circuit that made them both so uncomfortably hot and hungry that they had to look away.

So, for the present at least, her fears were pushed to the background, and she and Shontay actually spent a couple of hours groaning in one another's arms at Shontay's apartment on the Tuesday evening after her weekend discovery of April in Rhonda's office. It was the following day, three days after the event, that April finally came to see Laura.

"Can we have lunch?" she asked, sheepishly, diffidently peaking around the corner of Laura's open office door.

Laura looked up from her desk. She smiled. Was it the fact that she and April had not screwed for a few months that made the girl seem so attractive? Or maybe even the fact that Laura had seen her wantonly screwing some strange (and wildly, exotically lovely, in Laura's recollection) girl in Rhonda's office? Whatever it was, April, as she inched her way around the door jamb and into Laura's office, looked delicious.

As usual, it wasn't what she was wearing since April was a 'sensible' dresser. She wore a boxy brown skirt and a nondescript green blouse. Laura decided very quickly that it was her demure manner, her quiet, soft presence, contrasted with the truth Laura actually knew about her, that she could be smoldering and relentless in bed, that behind her soft, innocent eyes was a stark willingness to go for the money, and to fuck you as hard and hungrily as the moment required. She had been so resistant when Laura had first tried to seduce her, and now look at her: dragging some lovely young creature into Rhonda's darkened office for a Saturday afternoon of hot, half-clothed fucking on the sofa.

At least Laura assumed it had been hot, and she realized, watching April slink ashamedly into her office, that her assumption was based as much as anything on the look she remembered seeing in the other girl's eyes, when she had surprised them. It had been an astonishingly salacious expression. This girl could lie there and let you fuck her, let April fuck her, that is, and then end up swallowing you whole, Laura reflected, looking back over the incident in a flash in her mind's eye. She looked like you might be getting more than you bargained for if you slept with her, and Laura looked all the harder into April's eyes to see if she could detect anywhere there a hint that April had indeed been inundated, or at least surprised, by the sexual force of this girl.

But of course there was nothing. April was very skilled at dissimulation, which of course she had to be since she worked at a company where she was periodically screwing both a vice president and a director. As well as whatever delicious young lovelies she can corral on the side, Laura smiled, amused.

"Hi, April," she said, smiling brightly. "Come on in and sit down."

Don't let her think you're judging her over the other day, Laura cautioned herself. It's not your business what she does.

April visibly softened, her anxiety diminishing as she realized that Laura was not going to lecture her. This sweet, quiet softness was, of course, a principal part of her appeal, and Laura found herself happily remembering the last time they had spent a whole night together in April's bed, with Laura trying to get her lips completely around those huge, soft black nipples. Her body was remembering it too, she realized, as she felt a minor but noticeable wetness suddenly in her crotch.

"I have a meeting from eleven to one," she told April, frowning with disappointment. "They're catering lunch in . . . so we won't be able to leave." She reached across her desk—not nearly as large as Rhonda's, so it was no problem—and touched April's hand briefly, enough to remind her of their intimacy, but not enough to call attention to them if anyone were passing by outside the door. "I wish I could have lunch with you, though."

April saw the lust in Laura's eyes. You could only conceal so much, Laura thought. The image of April's and the other girl's half-clothed bodies lying entangled on Rhonda's office sofa came flooding back into her mind.

But April was clearly pleased to be desired by Laura. It gave her somehow the upper hand.

"Wanted to apologize about Saturday," she said under her breath, twisting her fingers. "Hope you won't tell her."

"I would never tell her," Laura said, looking directly into her eyes. "We're friends. We're more than friends . . . I hope. I would never tell her."

"Guess I was kind of careless."

Laura nodded. She now felt the need to enfold the girl in her arms, to kiss and comfort her. "She's very pretty," Laura said, in a conspiratorial whisper. "I can see why you might be a little reckless."

"You're going to make me blush, Laura."

"How about tonight? I'll give you a ride home after work."

April shook her head, her eyes wide and deep and unmoved by Laura's invitation. "I . . . you know, got a date."

Unaccountably, Laura felt herself bristling with jealousy. Oh god, this new girl of hers! I'm so jealous.

"Oh . . . I see," she said, trying to conceal her sudden irrational feelings.

"You know," April said, as if suddenly remembering it, "she thinks you're kinda cute too, she said."

Even though she herself had initiated it, Laura began to feel very uncomfortable about having this conversation right there in her office, with the door open. She knew no one could hear them, but the sexual tension, she thought, must be visibly radiating out the door into the surrounding area.

"Really," she said, softly, making a show of shuffling papers on her desk, as if she were working, should any one care to notice.

April continued, still in a lower-than-normal voice, but speaking in a continuous stream, as if it could not be held in. "She lives down in Fremont with her folks, and they went out of town for a few days, so we're staying down there and got the whole house to ourselves."

"How nice for you both," Laura said, curtly.

Now there was a painful silence. April did not know how to continue, and Laura was uncomfortable with the subject. Maybe I should just stand up, Laura thought, and give her the hint to leave.

"I was thinking . . ." April stammered awkwardly. "Since Yolanda likes you and all . . . maybe you'd like to come down and stay there too."

"Yolanda? That's her name? The pretty one with the long hair?"

April nodded.

"She work here?"

"Why do you want to know that?"

"Oh . . ." Laura shook it off. "I just . . . never saw her before, that's all."

"Well? You want to?"

Laura broke into a smile. She leaned across her desk and whispered.

"You guys aren't going to hold me down and have your way with me, are you?"

April grinned back. "You never know. Why, you afraid?"

Laura shook her head slowly. She pushed a pad of blank yellow paper across her desk to April. "Write down the directions."

After work, before driving across the bridge and down to Fremont, she dropped by her apartment to freshen up and change. One, she wanted to give them both time to get there first. Two, she didn't want to seem like Rhonda, the lecherous office lesbian who was in danger of wetting her pants in gleeful anticipation of an evening with two delicious young girls. These two were several years younger than Laura and did not have management positions like she did. She wanted to change into something casual in order to level the field somewhat, so that they wouldn't be tempted to look up to her.

Plus, she had discovered them while they were fucking. Who could say what initial effect that might have, especially on the new girl, Yolanda. Even though she appeared to have some kind of mysterious, soft, hypnotic femininity that threatened to suck you down into the maelstrom, she still might have a girlish, frightened side too. I guess I'll find out, Laura thought.

She considered bringing along a few toys but again rejected the thought. Baby oil only. Nothing else. Just the three of us, and fingers, and lips, and tongues. That ought to do it.

She tried not to think about what was in store as she drove to Yolanda's parents' house, getting lost and being forced to stop at two gas stations on the way for directions. By the time she got there, it was nearly seven o'clock.

Yolanda herself, of course, answered the door, but April was standing about three feet behind her. Laura peeked at her over Yolanda's shoulder, but only briefly, as if to avoid Yolanda's hypnotic dark brown eyes, which she felt in danger of falling into. Yolanda smiled at Laura.

"Hi. We were wondering where you were. C'mon in."

She was wearing shorts. Very short shorts. She had long, lovely dark brown legs, and Laura tried not to stare. Yolanda, however, clearly knew she had gorgeous legs and was used to people staring at them.

"I . . . got lost," Laura shook her head.

"You ain't lost any more," April giggled, stepping around Yolanda and taking Laura's hand, pulling her into the house, taking a kind of proprietary interest in her, as if to signal Yolanda that she and Laura were thick, and that Yolanda, gorgeous legs or not, was going to have to break into their circle.

It was a challenge. Laura also wondered if April were a little jealous that, as she had told Laura, Yolanda thought Laura was 'kinda cute.' The three of them went into the living room. It was a standard suburban house, comfortably and conventionally furnished. Laura noticed that April had shorts on too. They were not as high on the thigh as Yolanda's, but April's legs were not spectacular either, being fairly short and chunky, though gleaming sleekly black in a way that always made Laura want to caress and kiss them. They were plenty good enough.

"You eat yet?" April asked her. "We still got pizza over there in the dining room."

Laura could see a large cardboard take-out pizza box on the dining room table. She had not eaten, but on the other hand, she was too excited to eat. A hot, insistent, little throbbing pulse deep in her pussy that was so familiar drew all her attention, and was much more demanding than the hunger of her stomach.

She shook her head. "I'm not hungry."

April grinned. "Yeah, right."

"We have other things beside pizza," Yolanda said in a soft voice. "TV dinners. Yuck! My dad buys them for quick meals. I think we also have eggs. We could scramble eggs for you."

She was so sweet. Laura was enchanted. Yolanda had long black hair, like Yvette's, falling all the way to her shoulders, soft, not stiff. She had a long face too with thin, overarching eyebrows, the kind some women actually drew on after plucking out part of the original hair, though Yolanda's were real, only plucked thin. Her face was not conventionally pretty, not even cute like Sara's, but mesmerizing nonetheless, with a deep Native American-mixed-with-African kind of beauty that some black women had, probably the result of some gene drift down the ages. Many blacks had Indian blood, and in Yolanda it showed, and was almost magnetic. Also, her mouth was surprisingly like Sara's, a thick juicy feast of sensual lips.

I didn't get to kiss Sara, Laura thought. But I'm going to kiss these lips. God, I can feel my heart flutter. I'm going to kiss them soon.

She realized she was staring a little too boldly at Yolanda's captivating mouth. And she realized, too, that April was watching her.

April, who was standing close, took Laura's hand again. "Let's go in her bedroom and get busy," she said.

Both Laura and Yolanda looked at her, then at each other, and laughed, half-nervously, half-expectantly.

"You're sure blunt about it," Laura teased her gently.

She squeezed April's hand affectionately at the same time so that April wouldn't get the wrong idea. April smiled back.

"I been thinking about it all day. Couldn't wait to get the two of you together, if you want to know the truth."

Yolanda now smiled bashfully at Laura. "I had a hard time not thinking about it myself," she confessed softly, with charming shyness.

"Well . . . I guess that makes three of us," Laura said. "Why do you think I got lost twice on the way here? I couldn't keep my mind on anything else."

Now April became even more aggressive, encircling Laura's waist with one arm and tugging her to follow. "C'mon, now. This way."

Yolanda followed them down the hall. Of course, April knew where Yolanda's bedroom was, and when they entered Laura was surprised to find it filled with brightly colored and fluffy stuffed animals. They were everywhere: huge ones and tiny ones, on the bed, the bureau, the book shelves, peeking down at her from perches on the curtain rods, extra ones piled in boxes, two or three sticking out from under the skirt of the bedspread and the closet. It was altogether amazing.

Though she had only just met Yolanda, she had already developed a rather elaborate sexual fantasy about her in which the exotic, long-haired, sloe-eyed girl was mysteriously sensual and embodied a deep, pulsing-hot whirlpool of near-fatal sexual temptations that would suck you down and consume you in obliterating ecstasies you had never yet imagined. She spoke little and seemed to throb and smolder when she looked at you, as if enticing you to destroy yourself in trying to penetrate her soft, deep enigma.

It was that mystery which had tempted April to risk so much by dragging her in to the sofa in Rhonda's office, Laura reasoned. It was that mesmerizing stare that had made Laura lose her way while driving over here, unable to get it out of her mind. Laura looked around the girl's bedroom, flabbergasted. Never had she been so wrong. She would not have picked Yolanda for a fluffy stuffed animals kind of girl in a million years.

Somehow the sight of the stuffed animals broke through Laura's daze and momentarily shattered her illusions enough to let her feel the insistence of April's arm around her waist, and to smell the delicious fragrance of April's body, which was familiar and yet fantastically erotic, as if April were exuding a kind of fuck-me odor that was aimed specifically at Laura.

She turned her face, brushing aside her awareness of Yolanda and the amazing assemblage of colorful (orange, azure, roan, purple, periwinkle, pale cerulean, etc.) stuffed animals, and looked into April's sparkling black eyes. Effortlessly, their mouths came together, and they slowly turned and moved into a tighter embrace, kissing at first slowly, but then more hungrily.

"Oh April . . . I haven't kissed you for such a long time," Laura sighed, nibbling her lips, kissing her again, now thrusting her tongue deeper into April's mouth.

April pushed her tongue back into Laura's mouth. Laura could feel the girl's fingers digging into the cheeks of her ass. She kissed her smooth black cheek, then her neck. April was much blacker than Yolanda, and Laura could feel her pussy beginning to flow even as her lips skimmed the girl's jaw and her earlobe, then descended across the velvet skin of her neck, down to her throat. April had raised one of her hands and was smoothing, caressing Laura's thick mane of hair.

"Can we lie on the bed?" Laura whispered, not really a question, just to propel them forward.

April's eyes were already swirling. Both of them had completely excluded and ignored Yolanda, who hovered somewhere in the background by the door to the bedroom, behind them. But now April pulled her face back momentarily, giving Laura an impish grin. Her eyes darted quickly over Laura's shoulder to Yolanda.

"Why you think I wanted you both here?" she asked, in a sultry, kittenish sort of voice that was very unusual for her. "I want all three of us to get naked together."

Laura smiled and looked over her shoulder at Yolanda, who seemed briefly paralyzed in the act of watching them kiss. Then, as if putting on a show just for Yolanda's eyes, she began to unbutton April's blouse with one hand and her own with her other hand.

"Here . . . let me do that," April said, brushing Laura's hand aside and unbuttoning Laura's shirt herself.

They started slowly, but soon their fingers were flying, and they shed their tops in seconds, then dropped their hands. Laura found the zipper of April's shorts, while April unbuckled the belt Laura was wearing. Their breathing had accelerated too.

Reaching behind April's back—embracing her, really—to unfasten her bra, Laura's eyes caught Yolanda looking at them. Laura smiled. "You want to join us?"

Slowly, Yolanda nodded. A small grin tugged at the corners of her wildly sensual mouth that Laura longed to assault. "Thought you'd never ask," she breathed, advancing toward them.

Now April looked over at her too as her limp bra straps began to slip off her gleaming black shoulders. She giggled, again with impish glee. "I wouldn't think you'd have to ask in your own bedroom, Yolanda," she said, in a lower, huskier voice.

But now Yolanda was standing so close that she was almost touching both of them, and the joke was pointless. She still exuded that soft, murky mystery that so attracted Laura, never more so than now, that molten, throbbing sensuality that seemed so incompatible with stuffed animals.

April removed her limp bra and tossed it across the room. Neither Laura nor Yolanda could resist the opportunity to look down at her naked breasts. They were remarkable, small and very round, with huge coal-black areolas taking up nearly half the area of each firm ball, and thick erect stems in the centers.

"Look at her nipples," Yolanda said under her breath, almost with awe, as if she had never seen them before, reaching out and running the tip of one forefinger around one of April's massive areolas.

April looked down too, watching Yolanda's finger.

"It makes me wet just to look at them," Laura whispered.

She too reached out and caressed April's other nipple with her fingertip. April's nipples clearly became excited by this attention. Tiny bumps appeared on her areolas, and the centers stiffened visibly.

"You guys are just envious," she grinned at them.

Laura now enclosed April's entire breast in her hand, squeezing it suggestively. She remembered her first time with April, when April had almost been ashamed of having such large nipples and had complained that in high school she had been teased for having them.

"More than envious," Laura breathed, leaning close again, brushing her lips against April's smooth black cheek. "Hungry."

"Mmmm . . . me too," Yolanda murmured, leaning close to kiss April's other cheek, scissoring April's thick nipple now between her forefinger and middle finger.

It was the most natural thing in the world, since they were both kissing April, for Laura and Yolanda to turn their heads slightly and brush their lips together too. That was all it took to ignite both of them. Laura pushed her mouth forward harder, and Yolanda's mouth yielded to it immediately, opening, receiving Laura's searching tongue.

Laura's free hand instinctively reached behind Yolanda's head and pulled her mouth closer, drinking her amazing sensual lips, even sucking them briefly with her own before stabbing her tongue deep into the girl's open mouth again. The fire that leapt up between them almost exploded into a frenzy of lust that had a life of its own, but April had the good sense to draw them both down with her on Yolanda's bed, a double bed, not a twin (thank god, Laura thought), where all three of them coiled and writhed together, pushing brightly-colored teddy bears and cute bunnies off the bed onto the floor in their urgency, trying to kiss and stroke one another while struggling out of their clothes.

April and Laura, being nearly unclothed already, were quickly naked, and both of them helped Yolanda undress, Laura skimming the very short shorts down the girl's long, dark-honey-colored legs, marveling at how Yolanda had almost no hips but had everything else—especially an amazingly long, sleek midriff and stomach—then pulling her panties down too, leaning forward to rub her lips in the shiny triangular patch of black hair in Yolanda's crotch, and catching a thrilling whiff of the girl's oozing, excited pussy, which was still unfortunately concealed by her tightly-shut thighs, as if Yolanda were not yet comfortable enough to relax and let them fall open.

Oh, I can help her with that, Laura thought, considerately, caressing the girl's smooth, flat belly with her fingertips at the same time as she let her lips wander over Yolanda's long, smooth, warm thighs. Open your legs, honey, just slowly open them, yes, that's it, thata girl . . . oh yes, oh yes what a beautiful pussy you've got hiding for me in there.

"Ohhhhh!" Yolanda sighed uncontrollably. "Oh!"

For a moment Laura thought Yolanda was responding to her own kisses and caresses, but she glanced up to see April kissing her ravenously and squeezing both of the girl's small, firm, now-naked breasts in her hands. This immediately took Laura back to the scene in Rhonda's office, when she had come upon them unexpectedly. They had done this before, probably several times by now, and they were very hot for one another, it was clear. April's kissing her like she sometimes kisses me, Laura realized. She's really got the hots for this girl.

On the other hand, Laura had the hots for them both. Watching them kiss only raised her own temperature, and since her face was just inches from Yolanda's sweet honey pot, she gently pushed the girl's lovely brown thighs open further and ran her fingers inside to the edges of the girl's now-glistening and blossoming pussy.

Like Yolanda herself, her pussy was long, a long, narrow slit, a thin crease that seemed at least three inches from top to bottom, slowly puckering, the lips slowly parting as her juices began to flow more steadily due to the way April and Laura were arousing her. Laura could detect a hint of shiny pink between the dark lips, then more as Yolanda's dewy inner labia parted further. She carefully spread them open even more with her fingertips, exposing the hot red interior, filling her nostrils now with the sweet, thick perfume of Yolanda's creamy pussy.

Oh, what a beauty! she rhapsodized, glad in a way to have it all to herself for the moment, to lick and to worship. Yolanda, I love your beautiful long pussy.

"Unhhh! Oh god!" Yolanda suddenly gasped, and her whole body below the waist squirmed and rocked in an unexpected shudder.

Laura had not really touched her yet, except to brush her lips lightly across the girl's thighs, and she looked up to see April sucking the girl's small, wet nipples hungrily. April had been taught by the master, by Laura, who frequently, whether from losing control or from a calculated decision to 'love hard,' sucked her partner's nipples more insistently and roughly than the other girl was used to, with the usual result that her partner went suddenly mad with need.

This was precisely what happened with Yolanda, who was squirming wildly now from the sexual excitement April's mouth was causing her.

"Ahhnnn . . . . ohhnnnn!" she moaned, looking down at April's lips savaging her erect, pointing nipples. She chewed her lower lip, whimpering.

Laura was beside herself with lust for the girl too. She didn't know whether to proceed in making love to Yolanda's beautiful long pussy or to join April in sucking her gorgeous small young breasts. Her mind was made up by April herself, who looked down at Laura briefly, grinning.

"Look at her cute little nipples," April said. "Just the kind I always wished I had."

Laura smiled, sliding up Yolanda's long, undulating body. God, why do we always want each other's body instead of our own? she wondered, amused. Yolanda did have charming, small, pointy nipples, and pretty, flattish breasts, not hard little balls like April's, or up-swooping little pale doves like Laura's, but smooth ovals of lovely dark brown flesh with small, deep purplish nipples that at once reminded Laura of Tamara's, though in coloration only since they were not fairly large puffies like Tamara's.

"I think they're wonderful," she purred softly to April, suddenly aroused also by the look in April's dark eyes, and the expression on her face.

After all, she realized, she had found April desirable from the start, loving her heart-shaped face and squarish body, her large, delectable round ass that others thought too big but was a huge turn-on to Laura. And the look in April's eyes at this moment was devastating, a hot, smoking, roiling hunger, a kind of deep, throbbing sexual trance that Laura wondered if she had ever seen there before. She also wondered if either she or Rhonda had awakened this voracious appetite.

"You take one, I'll take the other," April whispered, again lowering her lips to one of Yolanda's saliva-wet nipples, which was now stiff and wrinkled.

"Ohhhhh!" Yolanda gasped again, half-whimpering too, as she watched her nipple again disappear into April's mouth.

Her head fell back to the mattress, cushioned by the soft black wave of her long black hair, but she lifted it again, with effort, to watch as Laura too lowered her lips to the other nipple. Laura smiled up at her, flicking the wet, stiffened bud, already damp with April's saliva, with the tip of her tongue.

"Oh god!" Yolanda gasped, her head falling back again, and her back arching slightly, as if to push her breasts up into their mouths.

Laura and April used their fingers, their lips, and their teeth, not biting her sensitive wet nipples but teasing them, sucking them, kneading the firm surrounding flesh. They paused briefly to kiss one another, their lips meeting hungrily between Yolanda's smooth, slackened breasts, their fingers still pinching Yolanda's excited nipples while their tongues coiled and stabbed.

"Let's switch," Laura panted. "I want both of them."

"Me too," April grinned, and they quickly slipped across Yolanda's supine body, one sliding under the other, to the opposite sides.

April was an extra-juicy lover and had left lots of shiny warm spittle all over the dark brown skin of Yolanda's breast (Laura remembered that she frequently did the same when she was sucking Laura's), and for some reason this aroused Laura even more. She ran her tongue all over the shiny wet parts, ending up at Yolanda's small, dark purplish, erect nipple, sucking it so deeply and hungrily into her mouth the she could feel the girl's body shudder a little.

"Ummgggnhphh!" Yolanda gurgled, pierced by a sensation even sharper than those that had preceded it.

"Oh . . . I'm sorry," Laura panted, concerned, releasing the girl's small, tortured nipple from her mouth. "Did I do it too hard?"

Yolanda's eyes were watering, but she shook her head. "Oh god . . . no! Please, do it, yes, do it again!" She glanced from Laura over to April, who was just as passionately devouring her other nipple. "Ungghhh! Oh!"

But Laura was again overcome by an irresistible urge to kiss her fantastically sensual mouth. She quickly slid up and mashed her lips into Yolanda's, holding the girl's head in both hands and really raping the girl's mouth with her own, delighted to feel Yolanda kissing her back aggressively, meeting Laura's stabbing tongue with her own, gasping and whimpering softly but letting Laura know that she was not reluctant.

Laura pulled back to look into her eyes and again saw the deep danger she had intuitively grasped there earlier, the smoldering sex and raw, wanton need. Yolanda nodded at Laura slowly, gazing deep into Laura's eyes, as if to say, Now, do it to me now, please, but then her head fell back, her eyes rolled up briefly, as April's hungry mouth on her nipples became too much. For April had again taken over where Laura had left off, and was now sucking both of Yolanda's nipples again, and doing it so roughly that Yolanda even yelped and again squirmed wildly in the sheets.

Without another word, though she desperately wanted to rape that fantastic mouth again with her own, Laura moved down between the girl's long, yawning thighs. God, only Shontay has thighs this long, she thought, and Yolanda's, though not quite so skinny, were quite narrow and thin, but Laura kissed every inch of them hungrily, kissing her way up until her lips were again only inches from Yolanda's pussy, now completely open, gaping, swollen and runny with juice.

The whole long wet seam was inflamed and slick from top to bottom, and Laura slipped the tip of her tongue between the swollen black lips into the warm, juicy pit and ran it up to the top, letting it brush the tiny, exposed bead of Yolanda's clit only briefly, but enough to make her thighs clench and a soft whinny escape her throat. This girl's lovely body is very sensitive, Laura thought.

April felt the shudder pass through Yolanda's flesh too and paused briefly from mouth-mauling the girl's nipples, glancing down at Laura.

"She's going to come, Laura," she panted, her eyes vaguely glassy, very aroused herself from what she was doing. "She's like you . . . she comes fast." Then she grinned. "Not like me. Take forever."

Laura could believe it. Yolanda's feverish hands were running across April's naked back and shoulders, down to Laura's hair, then to her constantly jerking and twitching thighs, as if she were desperate to push Laura's face away from her crotch and grab her own pussy, and rub it violently. She is going to, she realized. It's not going to take much.

"Ohhhhh . . . ohhhhhh!" Yolanda sighed, now gasping with fresh excitement as Laura began to lick her lovely long pussy more skillfully, aggressively. "Oh god! Yes! Ungghhh!"

April was twisting and pinching Yolanda's wet, excited nipples but watching Laura, as if hypnotized by Laura's clever mouth and fingers as she brought Yolanda quickly and irreversibly up to the peak of intensity. She slid her middle finger up into the greasy warm sleeve of the girl's tight cunt, now flicking Yolanda's clit with the tip of her tongue intensely at the same time. This drove Yolanda crazy, and she began pumping and swirling her hips up into Laura's face, keening and mewling uncontrollably.

"Unnngghhh . . . oh! Unggmmmnnnn! Unh! Oh . . . yes! Oh god yes!"

Glancing up while still continuing to let her tongue work like a buzz saw on Yolanda's swelling little clit, Laura saw that April had now moved up to kiss Yolanda, as Laura had earlier done, even though Yolanda was now breathing so hard and twisting so wildly that kissing was nearly impossible. Finding it difficult, April scooted up further instead and dangled her small breasts in Yolanda's face, knowing how enchanted Yolanda was with her huge nipples.

Yolanda did want them and chased them hungrily with her thick, sensual lips, but by now Laura had introduced a second finger up into her flowing pussy and was giving tiny sucks to her clit as well as licking it. Yolanda lost it. She began bucking her hips frantically, whimpering almost hysterically, writhing and stretching, grabbing Laura's head with her hands, digging her fingers through Laura's hair to her scalp.

"Oh yes! Ungh! Ungh! Oh yes! Oh . . . yes I—"

Laura knew she was going to come.

"Oh! Oh!"

"Yes . . . honey, go ahead . . . yes, go ahead . . . do it," Laura panted softly, knowing Yolanda could not even hear her since she was already moaning and whimpering so loudly.

It occurred to Laura that maybe she should try to find this lovely girl's g-spot since she already had two fingers up inside the sweetest long pussy she had seen in months. For a while she had tried to find everyone's, as Kim said she invariably did, but it became too much of an extraneous consideration, as if she should interrupt each hot session with the latest girl of her dreams to do a careful probing, all in the interests of multiple orgasms. Sometimes she was successful, and sometimes not, so she had started doing it only when the spirit moved her.

And now, she could see, it was way too late anyway. Yolanda's body flexed and strained sharply, and she gave a sharp, guttural cry.

"Annrrrhhgghhh! "

Then she sank almost immediately into a deep sexual swoon, the kind Jonelle (and sometimes Dawn) also fell into, her long body stiff, twitching uncontrollably, her eyes closed, her face frozen in a grimace of intense, almost painful ecstasy as the waves of a crushing orgasm rolled through her quivering flesh. Both Laura and April watched her in awe as she came. April especially was frozen by fascination, which told Laura that Yolanda had probably not had one of these orgasms in her presence before. But Laura had seen them, had seen Jonelle look like she were going to die on the spot from a fatal seizure of sexual pleasure that consumed her trembling, twitching body.

"Here . . . just hold her with me," she prompted April softly, extracting her wet fingers from Yolanda's clenching pussy, stretching out on one side of her and encouraging April to hold her from the other side.

They held her and kissed her shoulders and her cheeks, soothing her as the final fading shocks wrenched her, and a low, strangled moan of relief began to emanate from deep inside her chest. Laura was struck by the realization that the deep, swirling, molten sex danger she had believed was lurking in the depths of Yolanda's eyes was not meant for others, not for outsiders, but for Yolanda herself. It was not Laura or April who would be sucked into the vortex and swallowed but Yolanda, who either had climaxed this way before and knew the shocking force of it or had an unconscious fear that she might have a life-threatening orgasm some day.

Not that it was really life-threatening, Laura realized, as Yolanda's eyes finally blinked open. She seemed stunned, her breathing still not normal, but so languid and sensual that Laura realized she wanted to fuck her again, and wondered if April felt the same way.

"You come pretty hard, honey," Laura whispered, licking her earlobe affectionately. "Are you all right?"

Yolanda nodded slowly. "I never . . . came that hard before."

"I sure never seen you do it like that," April said. "Wish I could."

Laura grinned, running her fingers along Yolanda's sleek, satiny midriff, tickling her charming bellybutton, feeling the long, firm muscles under the smooth dark brown skin. She was fiercely horny by now, as she knew April was too, and it was very easy for her to simply straddle Yolanda's long waist and press her wet pussy down into the girl's firm stomach. Oh god . . . I can't help it, I've got to do it! she thought, bending down to kiss April, to pull her up too.

Even though they gave one another no directions, both of them acted as if it were choreographed. April, facing Laura, straddled Yolanda's head with her own thighs, and Yolanda eagerly began to lick and finger her inflamed pussy, while Laura began to kiss her and lightly pinch April's huge black nipples with her thumbs and fingers.

They had been through a lot together—April's initial reluctance to let Laura make love to her, then being yanked away by Rhonda, who had also wanted to fuck her (and had succeeded), then losing her boyfriend when he saw Rhonda kissing her in front of her apartment house, then being shunted aside by Rhonda, who was too embroiled with Randi and Stevie to have time for her—and Laura often felt guilty for her share in it. She had deep affection for the girl, nowhere near the kind of intense love she often felt for Dawn, or Deshona, but surely as strong as the feeling she had, say, for Shontay.

She had suffered jealous torments knowing that Rhonda was devouring the sweet young girl's thick, squarish, but immensely desirable body, and now that she had her hands on it again, she meant to make up for her neglect. April had clearly embarked on a sexual agenda of her own now, having become involved with Yolanda (is she her first? Laura wondered; I mean, her first on her own?), and Laura felt somehow the need to re-introduce herself back into April's sexual universe.

April apparently felt the same way. Face to face, both of them straddling Yolanda's supine body, Laura rubbing her wet, tingling pussy back and forth on Yolanda's long, firm stomach muscles while April swished her own flowing slit down into the girl's working lips, they embraced heatedly and kissed with such ravenous hunger that Laura knew they had never tried to swallow each other so fiercely before. April's hands were all over Laura's naked body, and Laura's fingers bit into the large, firm moons of April's sweet ass.

"Oh god . . . I want you . . . I want you!" she murmured, semi-hysterically, feeling the sexual need in her body surge and roar. "Oh April . . . god, I've missed you! I want you!"

April's fast-moving hands reached Laura's small breasts and squeezed them passionately. "Oh . . . Laura . . ." she gasped, panting hard, now rubbing her pussy more rapidly against Yolanda's mouth.

But even though Laura wanted April, wanted her desperately, wanted to press April's naked black body against hers and suck the girl's neck and squeeze her ass and explode in hot coming, she realized that even that would take too long. She was already there.

Her pussy was flooding and throbbing and gushing against the smooth, silky muscles of Yolanda's tummy, and she could feel the beginning of tremors deep inside her belly, billowing outward, sure to inundate her in seconds. The skin of Yolanda's stomach was so wet and slippery with her warm cunt juices that Laura's vulva slid easily back and forth on it. Both Yolanda and April were slow to realize what was happening, but their motion slowed as they understood that Laura herself was about to be swept away.

Yolanda even paused in sucking and tonguing April's sweet young pussy long enough to raise her head slightly and look down her body at the shiny, gooey mess made by Laura's wet quim sliding along her smooth, lean stomach. April too looked down, but she was already so aroused that she could barely concentrate on anything but the slow grind of her body as she continued to rub her pussy into Yolanda's face.

"Oh shit . . . Laura . . . you gonna come," she gasped suddenly, seeing the look on Laura's face as Laura's hands dropped to Yolanda's torso, grabbing her supple body on both sides as if to gain added leverage in mashing her aching pussy into Yolanda's stomach.

Then she was shocked and thrilled only an instant later to feel Yolanda's hands slide down and grasp both of her wrists firmly, holding them tightly and hardening her stomach muscles while slightly, rhythmically pushing them up into Laura's pussy.

"Auungghhhh!" Laura groaned, a completely uncontrollable cry escaping from her throat. "Oh . . . yes! Ungghh! Oh . . . yes!" she said, as if in answer to April's statement, barely able to stay up on her knees now as a sharp orgasm wrenched her.

Yolanda didn't let go of her wrists, and April reached out to hold her up as she began to come unbelievably.

"Annghiiieeeee!" she screamed, choking and falling forward against April, still pumping and rubbing her flaming pussy roughly against the slippery expanse of Yolanda's wet stomach, gagging and gasping as each new shock struck her. "Ohhhhh! Ungghmmnhhggnnhiiieee!"

In a few seconds it was over, though to Laura it seemed to last for an hour. She realized that she was being propped up by April and steadied by Yolanda, who now released Laura's wrists and ran her fingers in a tender caress up and down Laura's thighs. April helped her again to an upright position. Laura could see from the glazed expression in April's eyes that she was more sexually aroused than ever now, having helped both Laura and Yolanda come.

"Oh, my poor baby, come down here and let Laura give you a big one," she cooed, moving off Yolanda and looking down at her too, very affectionately now. "Help me . . . let's get her off with a big one," she beckoned to the sultry girl, feeling a few new hot twinges in her still-throbbing pussy as she again looked deep into the girl's dark smoldering eyes.

Yolanda grinned and sat up, looking down at her stomach, which was still shiny and wet, smeared with the copious cunt juice Laura had left there. She marveled at it.

"I never knew anyone could do that," she said, shaking her head.

Laura leaned forward and kissed the fantastic mouth once again. "Mmmm, you're tummy is so sexy . . . I could do it all over again this minute. But we have to bring this darling April along with us. She's pretty hot. We have to cool her off."

"I know," Yolanda smiled, looking down at April. "She always makes me come first. It takes her a little longer."

Laura winked at her. "Two is better than one, you know."

Yolanda's broad smile turned into a self-conscious grin. "I do now."

Together they pinned April's smooth black naked body between them, stroking and fondling and kissing her. She was lying on her back, but Laura purposely helped her turn onto her side so that she could run her hands down to the girl's firm, chunky bottom and dig her fingers into the round, springy, resilient flesh. Yolanda was kissing her feverishly, and this gave Laura the further opportunity to get her mouth on April's huge soft black nipples while she squeezed her ass at the same time.

"Oh! Oh!" April whimpered, briefly breaking off her kiss with Yolanda and arching her back a little as Laura's hungry caresses grew more insistent.

Laura absolutely loved April's breasts and huge coal-black nipples, and she licked the wide, soft areolas thirstily, stabbing the stiff, protruding centers with her tongue, watching them quiver and stiffen even more as the tip of her tongue lashed them. Then she sucked one deep into her mouth, loving the effort it took to get the whole huge bud inside. April's large nipple seemed to swell and pulse inside her mouth, all soft and pulpy, then growing harder, the center nub growing rubbery and tickling the roof of Laura's mouth as she sucked it hard.

"Unngghh!" April gasped. "Oh . . . ungghhh . . . oh shit! Ungghhh! Yes!"

Laura could have feasted this way for hours, but April was getting very close now, and Yolanda was as eager for her body as Laura was. Since Laura had maneuvered April's body so that they were facing, Yolanda could only slide down April's back to her ass, where she began to kiss Laura's fingers and April's buns at the same time, sliding her hand under them and up into April's soupy, burbling honey pit.

"Oh yeah . . . oh yeah!" April gasped, her eyes suddenly flashing.

April began to tremble and flex, mewling in a way that Laura recognized, and no doubt Yolanda too, since they had apparently been fucking for a while now. She was going to come almost in spite of herself. Even if we didn't touch her, she would come in three seconds, Laura thought.

Effortlessly, she slid downward too, pushing April over onto her back again at the same time, and joined Yolanda in pulling open April's thighs. While Yolanda began to lick April's small, puckered, oozing pussy, Laura, realizing she had little time, hopped off the bed and quickly extracted the small bottle of baby oil from her purse, which she had carelessly dropped on Yolanda's bedroom chair. In a flash she was back with them on the bed, opening the bottle cap, lubricating one long forefinger, then snapping the cap back shut so the bottle would not leak.

Yolanda looked to the side from what she was doing long enough to see Laura greasing her finger, and her large dark brown eyes grew even larger. Laura gestured to her to move up a little and approach April's inflamed pussy from the top and side, thus giving Laura enough room to get her hand inside April's thighs, and with one deft motion she probed the crack between April's large, firm buns and slipped the finger up into her asshole, pushing it in all the way.

"Ungghhh!" April groaned, her body jumping a little, her reddened eyes suddenly glaring down at Laura.

"This'll make her come like a rocket," she whispered to Yolanda, who was still partly paralyzed by fascination.

But Yolanda quickly regained her wits and pressed her mouth back against April's festering wet pussy. Now April went wild, pumping and squealing and twisting wildly as both Laura and Yolanda raised the temperature, Laura rapidly fucking her ass and twisting her finger, Yolanda sucking and slurping her small, gaping pussy, fringed with glistening, midnight-black hair.

"Nnnnggggeeeee! Ohnngghhh! Oh . . . yeah . . . oh god yes! Nnnggeeee!"

"She's going to come now," Yolanda panted, looking up briefly at Laura, as if Laura had never fucked April before.

"I know," Laura grinned, twisting her finger once again, feeling April's tight, warm, lubricated asshole clench against it.

She ran her free hand up April's writhing body to her breasts, grabbing one and pinching the large, pulpy nipple and areola, at first tentatively, but then as April began to come doing it harder.

"Auunggghnnhhhiiieeeeeee!" April suddenly erupted in a fierce scream.

Her whole thick, squarish, shuddering body nearly levitated off Yolanda's bed for a brief second in a sharp upward jerk. Both Laura and Yolanda had trouble holding on, but they quickly got back to work as soon as she fell to the mattress with a jarring thud and began moaning and writhing in the grip of a strong, rolling orgasm that hit her in wave after wave.

"Ohhhhhhh!" she moaned, her eyelids fluttering, her pelvis churning and shaking, her asshole squeezing Laura's finger mercilessly. "Ohhhhhhh! Oh . . . god oh god . . . oh shit! Ungghhh! Ohnnnnn!"

Thrilled by the way April came—so completely, so exultantly—Laura could not restrain herself from joining Yolanda, coaxing her head aside for a minute.

"I've got to have some too," she panted, and Yolanda understood.

She drew aside so that Laura could devour April's wet, throbbing pussy, still finger-fucking her asshole and stabbing her tongue into the center of the tangy, juicy, fragrant slit, then sucking April's small purplish clit passionately.

"Ohhnnnnn shit . . . Laura . . . oh god you gonna make me . . . do it again!" April cried out, her hands racing over her own breasts, squeezing them, pulling her large nipples so hard that they rose up an inch or more off her chest.

"Yes . . . yes! Do it! Come again," Laura panted, fucking her and sucking her harder now.

And April did.

"AAUUNNGGGHHHHHHHH!" she roared, her body jackknifing again as a second fierce climax struck her.

The force of April's jerking body shook the bed like a violent earthquake. April dissolved from her second wild flip into the air down into a moaning, thrashing seizure of coming, stretching and quivering and grimacing as about four serious spasms wrenched her quivering flesh. Now Laura and Yolanda could only hold her and caress her tenderly as the final, protracted aftershocks rolled softly through her body, and April cooed and whimpered

Both Laura and Yolanda were still poised, faces only inches apart, over April's groin as April herself began to drift back to full consciousness, still panting softly. They looked at one another and grinned, realizing how together they had given April probably more than she had bargained for. Finally, April looked down at them and smiled too.

"You guys are really proud of yourselves, ain't you," she said, sarcastically. "Unhhhh!" she winced as Laura slowly drew her long, greasy forefinger out of April's ass.

Yolanda looked at it, unable to keep herself from making a face. She shook her head, as if in disbelief. "God, is that what made her come like that?"

What are you talking about, darling? Laura thought. You yourself came a few minutes earlier like Zeus was carrying you off to heaven in his golden chariot.

"It gives some people a little extra added zinger," Laura said. "Want to try?"

Yolanda refused to answer and stretched her long body out next to April. Laura held up her glistening finger, amused.

"Towel?"

"Wipe it on one of those funky ass stuffed animals," April cracked.

She giggled and tickled Yolanda in the ribs. Yolanda erupted in gales of laughter, squirming and tickling April back. Laura was enchanted by the noise, and by the easy, relaxed exuberance of it, also by the way all three of them had screamed and groaned without restraint when they were coming. The two girls were so affectionate with each other, and neither their laughter nor their urgent sexual moaning had embarrassed them. Or me either, she realized.

That's why I need to move. I need this, I need this security, this complete relaxation, where you can scream your heart out. Oh, I adore these girls! Both of them! I can't get enough.

She pouted playfully at them. "Yolanda might not like the smell of your gorgeous ass on her stuffed bunnies."

"Right!" Yolanda piped up, unable to conceal a mischievous grin. "You trying to ruin my bunnies?"

She dug a knuckle into April's ribcage and both girls began playfully wrestling and squirming. Laura could not take her eyes off their smooth, firm flesh, their beautiful—and very different—bodies rubbing and squirming together. Yolanda was so long, and the color of rich, deeply and darkly amber honey. God, she must be nearly as tall as Shontay. Look how long her back is. And April, so much darker, her skin sleek and black and glowing with a fine sheen, her ass a swelling cornucopia of firm moons that Laura had just fucked and died to kiss and squeeze again, her nipples huge and soft and gleaming.

Yolanda was sucking them now, these huge nipples, pinching and pulling and sucking them, and April was tussling with her to get the upper hand, and Laura was watching it all and feeling her pussy begin to pulse and burn again with hunger for them both. She surreptitiously wiped her finger on the edge of the bedspread, feeling a little guilty, then flung herself into the middle of this delightfully physical play.

"Ooooohhhh Laura . . . now I think you are going to get fucked by two sistas who really know how to fuck," April giggled as they both swarmed all over her and pulled her down between them.

Laura surrendered eagerly. "Oh god . . . I hope so," she breathed, feeling her body come alive under their fingers and their lips, smiling up at them as they began to ravish her writhing flesh. "Oh god, yes! Yes . . ."