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     Chapter 253
     
     
     
     
     Laura had been so upset by running into Shontay in the
hallway outside the door to her own apartment, from which
she and the gorgeous Taneesha had just emerged after hours
of the most thrilling sex, that she had completely
overlooked the fact that she might also run into Deshona-or
worse, Charles, or even Taneesha's mother-while delivering
Taneesha back to her aunt's house in Burlingame.  But, as
Taneesha reassured her, Deshona had not yet returned from
her business trip.  And, fortunately, Charles's black
Corvette was nowhere to be seen.
     
     That left only Taneesha's mother.  The mere thought of
this made the slut in Laura rise to the surface.  After all,
Taneesha was gorgeous, Deshona, whose sister Taneesha's
mother was, was also gorgeous.  Laura had now slept with
them both and could still tingle and quiver all over at the
mere memory.  She must be just beautiful too, Laura thought.
How could she not be beautiful?
     
     "Want to come in and meet my mother?" Taneesha asked
innocently, as if reading Laura's mind.
     
     "Oh . . . I don't think I'd better.  She might get the
wrong idea."
     
     Taneesha smiled sassily, knowingly.  "She would never,
like, ever believe what we've been doing."
     
     Laura could not contain her curiosity.  "What did your
Auntie say that day . . . after I left?" she asked in a low,
conspiratorial voice, even though they were both inside the
car.
     
     Taneesha's expression turned devilish, mischievous.
Then she put on a face of perfect innocence.  "I can't
remember."
     
     "Of course you can."
     
     "She said . . . to forget anything I heard or she'd
kill me.  I don't think she meant it, but she looked like
she would."
     
     Laura didn't know why this was sexually exciting, but
it was.  She knew Deshona would not `kill' Taneesha.  The
thought that she herself had exuberantly screwed them both
made her shiver, and the thought that one had overheard her
screwing the other made it even more exciting.
     
     "Just don't brag about us, okay?" Laura said, hoping
she wasn't groveling to this little schemer.  "I mean, what
we did is between us."
     
     Taneesha got suddenly all starry eyed.  "Oh god, I
know.  Like, I would never tell anybody.  I promise."
     
     Laura got two business cards out of her purse.  She
gave one to Taneesha and made the girl write down her home
phone number, for Laura, on the other one.  Then Taneesha,
popped out of the car and into the house, pausing only
momentarily for a brief but significant wave before
disappearing inside.
     
     Laura had a lot of time on the drive back to think
about Shontay.  She could still see the tears slowly sliding
down Shontay's cheeks, there in the dim hallway, and the
stricken look in her odd, wonderful eyes.  Yet she knew
Shontay was not in love with her.  Or is she? Laura
wondered.
     
     Being herself the one who always fell in love too
easily, Laura was always a little surprised when the tables
were turned.  Goodness, don't they know what a little tramp
I am? she wondered.  Don't they know I can't keep my hands
off any of them?
     
     But she had to acknowledge that Shontay had been
shocked and devastated to catch her with Taneesha, who
looked like anybody's fuck-dream.  Shontay seemed to have
fairly low self-esteem anyway, especially in the sex
department, since she freely admitting having `given it up'
before her affair with Laura and was very self-conscious
about being tall and thin.  Laura had awakened in her a
complex of feelings, physical and emotional, that were
fresh, and new, and very intense.  The idea that Laura might
do the same thing to someone else had apparently never
crossed her mind.
     
     That, at least, Laura realized, accounted for the shock
on her face.  But the deep dismay and sadness she saw in
Shontay's marvelous eyes had to be a reflection of a feeling
she had for Laura that Laura had not suspected, or at least
had ignored.  Even remembering it made her feel like an
absolute worm.  She cares about me more than I ever
realized, she thought.
     
     Or should I say `cared' about me?  I'm sure it's all
over now.  Poor darling, I never meant to hurt her.  I would
do anything not to hurt her.  She is so cold and imperious
when I see her at work, but I know how vulnerable she is.
This must have cut her to the quick.  How do I patch it up?
What can I say to her that will make it all right?
     
     When she got home, she discovered that Taneesha had
left a message on her voice mail.
     
     "Hiiiiiiii, Laura.  I didn't get to say thanks."
Taneesha's voice was hushed, conspiratorial.  "I hope you
can hear me . . . I have to talk low.  Like, I'm in Auntie
Deshona's bedroom, using her phone.  And like I'm sitting on
the bed where you two did it . . . remember . . . when you
[here was a raucous little laugh, quickly stifled] spanked
her?  But then, I'm sure you remember that.  Like, seriously
now, Laura, I wanted to tell you thanks.  I never had sex
like that in my life.  You are one awesome person, I really
mean it.  I hope you get to Michigan real soon, like.  I
can't wait.  I will never forget this afternoon.  I know I
didn't get to tell you . . . it all happened so fast . . .
so I wanted to tell you now.  Oh . . . one last thing.  Next
time, if you don't spank me like you spanked Auntie D., I
will definitely call the New York Times and tell them about
what a, like, pervert you are.  [Another raucous giggle.]
Only kidding.  [Now very serious, almost solemn.]  No joke,
Laura . . . you really opened me up.  I . . . like, I never
came like that before.  I can't wait until next time.
Really.  Okay, bye."
     
     It was a sweet call, and Laura found herself instantly
wondering how she could get to Michigan.  But then her
thoughts returned to Shontay.  Oh god, she looked so hurt!
     
     She tried calling her, but Shontay did not answer, if
she was there.  She too had voice mail, and when it came on,
Laura abruptly hung up, too confused about her motives to
leave a message.  Did she want to apologize?  Explain?
Reassure Shontay that she still cared about her?  What am I
going to tell her, it was just a passing infatuation?  I
have one just like it three or so times a week?
     
     You have done this kind of thing before, Laura.  You
coax some sweet, vulnerable thing out of her shell, turn her
into a hot little hellion of fucking, then show up
unexpectedly with some thrilling little coquette to crush
her ego for good.  You are scum.
     
     
     She was unable to shake this feeling.  At work, she
went out of her way to avoid areas of the building where she
might run into Shontay.  And since she didn't see her once,
she figured Shontay was doing the same to avoid her.
Meanwhile, as if in penance, she tried to toe the straight
and narrow, living a life of chaste indifference to sex for
three whole nights, forcing herself not to hanker after
April, or Shavon, or Randi, or any of her other thrilling
sex partners, and trying to forget that Dawn was attending
college each day with other attractive men and women, then
sleeping each night next to Robert.  After doing god knows
what, Laura thought, feeling her stomach curdle.
     
     But she knew Dawn loved her.  Small comfort.  Evidently
Shontay had thought Laura `loved' her, or something like it.
Look what good it did her, Laura thought.
     
     In this mood on Thursday evening after work she ran
into Chanitra as she was coming out of the building.
     
     "Hey, girl . . . I was afraid you weren't never gon'
come out of there," Chanitra beamed, rushing over from
beside the swinging doors and grabbing Laura's shoulder.
     
     Laura broke into a huge grin.  She had not seen
Chanitra for months.
     
     "You darling girl.  Where have you been all my life?"
     
     "Quick . . . over here," Chanitra said, pulling Laura
over to a corner of the building, into the shadows.  "Came
here to see you . . . not that stuck up phony-ass sister of
mine.  Now she an Executive Director . . . whatever the fuck
that is . . . she act like she Miss Negro America of the
twenty-first motherfucking century.  I can do without it.
Anyways, she hates you and me being together."  She jabbed
Laura in the ribs with an elbow.  "Wants it all for herself,
I think."
     
     Laura grinned.  Chanitra, though she spoke ebonics
impressively well, was not really a `hood-rat or homegirl,
having come from a lower middle class family along with her
sister Yvette and several (Laura did not know how many)
brothers.  In fact, their father was a crane-operator, a
rare and coveted skill, as Yvette had told Laura, and they
had grown up comfortably.  But it was part of Chanitra's
image to talk trash, just as it was to wear her hair in
enchanting beaded braids-short, shoulder-length braids, very
unlike Randi's long ones, or Taneesha's very long ones,
though a lot like those worn by Venus Williams, whom she
physically resembled, except that Chanitra was prettier.
     
     It was also part of her style to wear excruciatingly
tight pants, and, weather permitting, midriff blouses that
showed off, depending on her movements, large smooth areas
of her beautiful dark back and stomach.  Laura wondered if
she didn't have a whole closet full of midriff blouses.
Today she was dressed in a bright yellow one, and her jeans
looked like they were about ready to split.
     
     "You are a sight for sore eyes," Laura said, taking her
all in.
     
     Chanitra squint-smiled at her, a common expression with
her but so close to the way Dawn also did it that Laura
quailed inwardly at the resemblance.  Chanitra was also very
black, blacker even than Yvette, and very close to being as
black as Dawn was.
     
     "You just like looking at my fantastic booty," she
teased Laura.  "You and about five hundred other people,
mostly men of course, on my way over here."
     
     "I can't deny that I love to look at it," Laura
murmured to her, under her breath, hoping there was no one
nearby to hear them.  "I could look at it for hours."
     
     She had long thought it was the Ass of the Century, one
that only a few others-Tiffany's, Jane's, now Dawn's-could
even come close to.  And now that they were in a new
century, it was the Ass of the 21st Century, still a
peerless masterpiece of round, high, firm flesh, shapely
beyond belief, an ass that made you believe there was a god
after all, and that he (It?) loved young girl's beautiful
round bottoms just as much as Laura did.
     
     "You want to do more than look at it," Chanitra said,
eyes flashing.
     
     The last time they had been together, both now recalled
at the same instant, had been the near-rape in one of
Rhonda's spare upstairs bedrooms during the party for
Yvette's promotion.  Oh god, that was hot! Laura remembered,
seeing the sparks glimmering in Chanitra's eyes too as she
remembered the same thing.
     
     "To what do I owe this wonderful surprise?" Laura
asked.  "Look, I'm just going to my car.  Come on, I'll give
you a ride."
     
     Chanitra cocked her head playfully.  "How you know I
don't have a date?  You be thinking since I dropped by to
say hello that you can drag me off and do nasty things,
right?"
     
     Laura smiled indulgently.  "Well . . . I wouldn't put
it exactly that way.  I am kind of fond of you, though."
     
     Chanitra crinkled her nose.  Then she stuck it high in
the air, giving her head a theatrical tilt.  "I guess I can
think it over for a few minutes while you giving me a ride."
     
     They had almost reached the garage where Laura's car
was parked when they ran into Laura's old boyfriend Rob
heading into the same garage.  He was dressed in an
expensive, tailored, navy blue, pinstriped suit and looked
pretty sharp.  Laura had not seen him for months, and her
feelings about him had been ambivalent for even longer than
that, but she could not deny that he looked pretty good, and
she smiled back at him as he walked up to them, giving
Chanitra an appraising glance at the same time, clearly
liking what he saw.  As who wouldn't, Laura thought.
     
     Though they had shared some fairly stirring sexual
experiences, Laura had not slept with him for a long time.
Moreover, their last encounter had involved a night spent
together in bed with Randi, a moment of bad judgment that
had haunted Laura ever since.  Randi had long been jealous
of Laura's other girlfriends, and she took this opportunity
to hurt Laura by beginning a torrid affair with Rob, who
obligingly gave her his full attention, since he knew Laura
would never focus exclusively, or even heavily, on him.
     
     In effect, she had lost Randi to Rob, and yet it was
not the end of the world for Laura, who had grown a little
tired of Randi's possessive needs anyway.  But the true
folly of it became clear when Rob returned to his wife
Camille, leaving Randi in the lurch.  Laura had spent
several scintillating hours in bed with Rob and Camille,
too, and with Camille alone, and she felt entangled by now
in a soap opera imbroglio of major proportions.  She felt
sorry for Randi, felt somehow responsible, and they resumed
their relationship, though now on a more sporadic, less
intense basis.  But Rob . . . irrational though it seemed,
she could not forgive him either for leaving Camille in the
first place, or for thrusting Randi aside so unceremoniously
when Camille beckoned him back.
     
     She herself had long borne a small grudge against him
too for joining his brother Eric, long ago, in trying to jam
both of their huge hard dicks up into her pussy at the same
time.  It had been painful and shocking, and she had half-
hated him ever since for acting so cavalier about it and not
apologizing.  Even Eric had apologized, but Rob . . . never.
     
     And so she was reserved and skeptical now whenever
their paths crossed, unwilling to be drawn into any more
complications.  But Rob was friendly and relaxed.  Laura
introduced him and Chanitra.  Chanitra, all brass and sass
with Laura, was now almost demure and faux cultivated with
Rob as she gave him her slim, black, shapely hand.  Laura
would not have been surprised to see her curtsey.
     
     "What a beautiful name," he said, all charm, staring
straight into her eyes.  "Chan . . . tell me how to
pronounce it again?"
     
     "ChanNEEtrah," she coached.
     
     He actually kissed her hand.  Oh, brother! Laura
thought.  He wants that delicious little black pussy of
hers.  And how could I blame him.
     
     Laura found that she was wanting it a lot at this
moment herself.
     
     She turned in the direction of the parking garage,
trying by her body language to coax Chanitra away.  He's
evil, she tried telepathically to send brain waves to
Chanitra.  He just wants to fuck you.  He only wants your
delicious body.
     
     "Say hi to Camille for me," she said off-handedly to
Rob, tugging Chanitra's elbow.
     
     "Oh . . . that's over," Rob said.  "Finally.  We split.
I'm living on my boat, down in the Marina.  Say, if you two
aren't busy you should come down and we'll take a little
spin out on the bay before dinner.  Have a couple of
drinks."
     
     "Just what we need, to go cruising with a drunk
sailor," Laura cracked.
     
     "Ooohhh god, that sounds wonderful!" Chanitra said,
looking like she might wet her pants with excitement.  "I
never been on a boat like that.  Out in the bay.  Just see
them all the time and wonder what it's like."
     
     Laura could feel herself weakening too.  Despite her
experience with Rob and Randi, she was very tempted to
yield.  She could remember screwing Chanitra together with
Karen, which had been an event that could very well lead off
the `highlights' film of her sexual career, it had been so
hot, so perfect.  The thought of pressing Chanitra's
wonderful young body between her and Rob and fucking the
dear thing until she screamed, all of it out there on the
bay in Rob's boat, was almost too much to resist.
     
     And, she reasoned, Chanitra was not looking for `love,'
like Randi had been, but for kicks.  Did it make any sense
to refuse her?
     
     Chanitra could almost sense that Laura was weakening.
"Pleeease, Laura!" she pleaded.
     
     Laura made a face at her.  "I don't think we can," she
said to Rob.  "Chanitra just told me that she has a date."
     
     "No," Chanitra shook her head vigorously.  "No, no.  I
don't.  I was just playing with you.  I don't have no date."
She smiled alluringly at Rob.  "Maybe you and I should just
go on without Laura.  She seem a little reluctant . . .
maybe she tired after a long day."
     
     "Oh, all right," Laura sighed.  "Tell me how to get
there.  And most important, where to park."
     
     Twenty minutes later, she and Chanitra were being lead
by Rob onto a locked dock where he moored his boat, which
was surrounded by other expensive vessels.  Laura realized
that Rob, a lawyer, was doing all right.  His boat was not
the biggest one in the marina, but it was still big,
gleaming white, with bright blue tarps and shining spars.
The smell of the water was invigorating.
     
     He disappeared below to change, and minutes later he
was guiding the boat out of the marina into the open bay.
Both Laura and Chanitra were spellbound, standing at the
rail near the helm, watching the seagulls and seeing the
city's spires recede into the distance.
     
     "God . . . I never been on a boat before," Chanitra
said, in semi-hushed awe.
     
     "You said that already," Laura teased her.
     
     "I know.  I can't help it.  It makes me all excited.
It's so cool."  She leaned over and whispered to Laura.
"He's a pretty good-looking dude, too.  How long you been
knowing him?  I didn't know you liked dudes, Laura."
     
     "I knew him a long time ago," Laura admitted.  "Long
before I met enchanting creatures like you."
     
     "You mean before you realized you couldn't live without
that hot black pussy?" Chanitra teased back.  "You know,
they say `once you go black, you ain't never going back.'"
     
     Laura could feel her temperature beginning to rise, in
spite of the sea breezes.  If we were alone, I would be all
over her by now, she thought.  And she knows it.
     
     Glancing back over her shoulder while Chanitra gazed,
spellbound, at the miles of water and the other distant
ships and boats and massive bridges, Laura saw Rob's eyes on
Chanitra's spectacular ass.  She knew what he was thinking,
or feeling, and he knew she knew.  She, after all, and
conspired with him to get his ex-wife, Camille, into a
situation where he could fuck her in the ass.  And he had
also done it to Laura.  He's dying to shove that big salami
of his up her gorgeous rump, Laura thought.
     
     Rob knew a nice little secluded cove on the eastern
shore of Angel Island, and in a few minutes they were
floating in it, no other boats in sight.  He made cocktails
all around, and they sat in deck chairs, enjoying the cool
breeze, for it was still a warm evening.  The drinks made
both Laura and Chanitra relaxed and tingly, and when Rob
went below briefly to check something, Laura leaned across
and brushed her lips against Chanitra's impossibly smooth
black cheek.
     
     "I wish we were alone," she murmured.
     
     Chanitra grinned.  "Why, don't you think he want to do
the same thing you do?" she murmured back.
     
     "He probably does, but I have to warn you.  He has a
big thing."
     
     "Can't be any bigger than my boyfriend D'Andre's.  His
is about a foot long.  It don't bother me."
     
     "Does he stick it up that beautiful round masterpiece
your sitting on?"
     
     "Shit, no.  I don't let anybody do that."  She crinkled
her nose.  "Except you and Karen.  But I can trust you."
     
     "Trust us to what?"
     
     Rob returned before Chanitra could answer.  Laura was
still bending close to Chanitra, her lips only inches from
Chanitra's cheek, and he raised one eyebrow.
     
     "You girls aren't trying to exclude me, are you?" he
said.  "I mean, I'm the host.  I think I should get to be a
part of whatever fun you might be cooking up."
     
     Laura leaned back.  She knew Chanitra was willing, and
she herself certainly was.  Why should they keep dilly-
dallying around about it?
     
     "Why don't the two of us just start . . . and you can
join in when the spirit moves you," she said, batting her
eyelashes at him.  "I haven't kissed this darling girl for
months."
     
     He smiled.  "You know, this cove is pretty sheltered .
. . and I don't often see other boats come in here.  But
just to be safe, why don't we go below."
     
     Laura looked at Chanitra, seeking her assent.
     
     "Sounds good to me," Chanitra squint-smiled.  "I could
use some `fun' right about now."
     
     They went `below,' and Rob gestured to one of the bunks
in the snug cabin.  It was tautly made with a crisp white
sheet folded down at the top over a taut navy blue blanket.
The pillowcase was white enough to blind you.  Laura found
herself wondering if Rob had made up the bunk.  He was
perhaps more of a sailor than she had thought.
     
     She also found herself wondering if he expected
Chanitra and her simply to lie down on the bunk and begin
fucking for his entertainment.  She found that the best way
to skirt her annoyance with him was to take Chanitra's hand,
pull her close, and kiss her very romantically, ignoring him
completely, and convincing Chanitra to ignore him too by the
intensity of her kiss.  After all, his hard male urgency
would force itself on them sooner or later anyway, so why
shouldn't they indulge their own desire for one another
right now?
     
     Why did she come by the office to catch my attention if
she didn't want to do this? Laura asked herself, her mouth
searching Chanitra's hungrily, her hands sliding up under
the midriff blouse, caressing the smooth warm skin of
Chanitra's back, then falling to her incredible bottom.
     
     "God . . . it's been so long," she panted into
Chanitra's lovely black neck.
     
     "Too long," Chanitra panted back, ignoring Rob, as
Laura had wished.  Her eyes were shiny and sexy as she gazed
into Laura's.  "Do that again."
     
     "What . . . this?"
     
     Laura squeezed one firm round moon of Chanitra's ass
with her hand.  She squeezed it hard.
     
     Chanitra nodded.  "Yes.  Want me to take it off?  So
you can put your hand on it and squeeze it?"
     
     "I want to kiss it," Laura confessed, feeling almost
inundated by a sharp rush of hot lust for the girl.  "I want
to kiss you everywhere."
     
     "Oooohhhh good!" Chanitra laughed, unzipping her tight
pants.
     
     Rob seemed to have disappeared into the shadows of the
cabin, willing to let them play out this scenario with him
as a spectator only, biding his time, Laura knew.  As far as
she and Chanitra were concerned, he might as well not be
there at all.  They both stripped off their clothes in a mad
rush, and Laura pulled down the taut blanket on the bunk,
exposing more blinding white sheet.
     
     She pulled the now-naked Chanitra down on it with her,
embracing her eagerly, almost engulfing the girl's smooth,
hard body in her arms.  Chanitra was now nineteen, and her
body was a little fuller than it had been when Laura had
first slept with her at sixteen, her first teenager,
something that could still trouble her when she realized the
seriousness of it, but which of course had led to this, the
two of them almost inhaling one another as if no other human
being were present or mattered at all.  Chanitra's body was
fuller but no less hard and smooth and beautifully shaped,
and Laura luxuriated in running her hungry hands all over
it, now kissing her more ravenously than before.
     
     "Oh god . . . where have you been all my life?" she
gasped, echoing her earlier question, only half-kidding,
scooping Chanitra's small, hard breasts up in her hands,
lowering her lips to the girl's gleaming, puffy black
nipples.
     
     "Ooohhh Laura, I like that," Chanitra sighed as Laura
licked and teased her delectable naked breasts, finally
sucking her nipples gently, then more hungrily, lashing them
with her tongue, watching them grow erect under her lips.
"I like that a lot.  You can keep doing that.  Unhhhhh!"
     
     Laura now fulfilled her most imperative desire by
dropping her hands along the supple curves of Chanitra's
marvelous back to her ass, still sucking Chanitra's nipples
thirstily, but now cupping and squeezing the girl's peerless
ass cheeks, digging her fingers passionately into the firm,
impeccably round globes.
     
     "Ohhh . . . Chan . . . you have such a beautiful ass,"
Laura panted, beside herself with lust for this girl's
incredible body.
     
     But Chanitra's mood briefly changed.  With one hand she
groped for Laura's chin and tilted Laura's face up to hers,
frowning, though it was impossible to mistake the hot,
pulsing sexual urgency in her eyes.
     
     "Don't call me that, girl" she said softly, seriously.
"Yvette call me that . . . the bitch.  Don't want you
calling me what she call me."
     
     Laura wondered if something had happened between them,
or if this was just common sisterly jealousy, or rivalry.
"Of course . . . I won't," she said.
     
     Chanitra squinted at her again.  "You can continue what
you were doing," she said.  "It's driving me crazy.  I can't
get enough."
     
     "Mmmmm," Laura purred, dropping her mouth again to
Chanitra's wet, jutting nipples.  "I'm going to swallow
them."
     
     "Oh good.  Unhhhh!  Oh yes!  Oh shit, I like it when
you do it hard.  Nobody really want to do it hard but you,
Laura."
     
     The hot, sizzling sexual energy they were generating
between them made both of them forget about Rob, who lurked
in the corner, rubbing his suddenly expanding crotch through
his pants.  Laura was devouring Chanitra's young, lithe,
naked body, kissing her smooth stomach, running her
forefinger now up and down the deep crack between Chanitra's
perfect moons.
     
     "I want to kiss you everywhere . . . I want to lick
your perfect pussy," she panted to Chanitra.
     
     "I want to lick yours too," Chanitra gasped, her
fingers digging into Laura's flesh almost as urgently as
Laura's dug into hers.  "Let's do a sixty-nine, and we can
both have our way."
     
     Laura reluctantly agreed, turning her body.  She knew
how hard it was for both partners to keep up their interest
when the real shock waves started to hit, but she would do
anything right now to press Chanitra's long naked body
against hers and push her mouth into the girl's exquisitely-
shaped cunt.
     
     "Don't come before I do," she smiled at Chanitra over
her shoulder as she straddled the girl's head with her
thighs.
     
     Chanitra squinted at her.  "You better hurry, then,"
she panted.
     
     But before they could get started, Rob made his
presence known.  He still had his shirt on, but he had shed
his pants and was standing beside the bunk, looking down at
them, his large cock jumping and twitching, shooting
straight out from his groin and still on the way up.
     
     "Any room in there for Junior?" he grinned.
     
     "You right, Laura . . . his is as big as D'Andre's,"
Chanitra said in a hushed voice.  "Didn't know white dudes
had `em that big."
     
     Rob seemed to take this as an invitation to let her
examine it more closely.  Maneuvering himself onto the bunk
behind Laura, he guided the throbbing shaft with one hand
over Chanitra's face and slid it deep into Laura's pussy
from behind, making her shudder and groan as she felt the
huge thing penetrate her.
     
     "Ungghhhh!" she groaned, throwing her head back.
     
     Chanitra, on the bottom, reached up with one hand and
held his dangling balls in her palm, pulling them out of the
way so she could watch the wet stalk slide in and out of
Laura's tight pussy as Rob began to fuck her slowly.  It had
been months since Laura had felt a real cock in her, and she
was struck by how similar yet different it was from the
strap-ons she and her friends had recently been playing
with.  It felt wonderful, and it was alive, hard, wet, and
gristly, and Rob was very adept at probing with it, sliding
it into her slowly, withdrawing it with cool patience,
running his hands over her hips and caressing the small of
her back as he slid it in again.
     
     Maybe it's just the way he does it, she thought.  He's
good.  But then, Rhonda and Yvette had been good too.   Just
different.  Somehow with Rob she could sense that there was
a potentially explosive power behind his thrusts.  He didn't
have to worry that the thing would slip, or fall off, and
the more he fucked her, the harder his cock seemed to get.
     
     Now he ran his hands up along her body, along her
ribcage, then filled his palms with her swaying breasts,
squeezing them sharply and plunging his stiff cock more
aggressively into her pussy.
     
     "Oh Laura . . . he fucking you hard," Chanitra panted
under them, fascinated and aroused by the spectacle.  "Does
it feel good?"
     
     "Ungghhhh!  Oh!  Yes . . . oh yes!  Oh yes, it's . . .
good!  Ungghhh!"
     
     "Mmmmm . . . girl, I'm gonna help him."
     
     Chanitra could easily touch Laura's cock-engorged pussy
with her tongue from her position on her back under both of
them, her head between Laura's thighs, and as Rob began to
rip his cock more deeply and rapidly into Laura's juicy
slit, she began to flick Laura's clit with her tongue until
Laura was absolutely, within seconds, at the no return
point.  This had all come as a very speedy shock to her
since she had planned on devouring Chanitra's thrilling
young body for many more minutes until they both erupted in
star showers of coming, but Rob had taken all that away and
replaced it with this hammering piston, which had, with
Chanitra's help, brought Laura very quickly to the brink.
     
     Half of her wanted just to give in, to explode in hot
furies of wild coming, as she knew she was going to do any
second, but the other half of her wanted it to stop, wanted
it not to end so quickly.  But she knew there was a natural
rhythm to these things, and the fact that she was hovering
on the edge of a killer climax seemed to arouse both Rob and
Chanitra even further.  Rob was really ripping his cock into
her now, and jabbing her with short, powerful thrusts, while
Chanitra was tickling both her clit and Rob's plunging stalk
with her tongue, then sucking Laura's clit right above the
pounding shaft, bringing Laura up to a blinding point of
explosive rapture.
     
     The beauty of the situation was heightened by the fact
that she was lying face down on top of Chanitra's lean,
supple young body, rubbing against it with each thrust from
behind, feeling her body filled with Rob's enormous cock and
also feeling her flesh tingle as Chanitra's resilient young
warm flesh slid against it.  The sensations were all so
heavenly and acute that she knew she could not keep from
coming, and she was right.
     
     "Oh!  Ahhnnnnggg!" she groaned, feeling a tornado of an
orgasm begin to clutch her writhing body.  "Oh god!
Auunngghhmmnnggiieee!" she cried out, coming in a helpless
frenzy, feeling Rob's stabbing cock impale her throbbing
pussy and Chanitra's fingers dig into her ass as she swirled
and bucked her groin back into him.
     
     It was a more violent orgasm than she had had for a
while, and it took her a few minutes fully to recover, so
that she was not quite aware that Rob had not climaxed too
until she noticed Chanitra and him as they gently helped her
to the side of the bunk.
     
     "I'm gonna have some of this one too," she heard
Chanitra murmur and glanced over, still half-groggy from her
orgasm, to see the girl holding Rob's erect, wet shaft in
both hands and swirling her tongue around the ballooning,
swollen head, looking up at him to see his reaction.
     
     She apparently knew what she was doing, and Rob groaned
softly, looking down at her thick, sensual lips as they
enclosed the throbbing head of his cock, making it shine
with her warm, glistening saliva, then curling her long
tongue around the flaring wet bulb.  He grimaced with
intense pleasure, caressing her head, her swishing, beaded
braids, then running one hand over the smooth, sleek muscles
of her glossy shoulder.
     
     Chanitra, apparently noticing that Laura had mostly
regained her breath, glanced over at her.  She squinted and
smiled.
     
     "You got him all charged up, Laura," she panted.  "Now
he gonna explode like a rocket."  She ran her lips up and
down Rob's twitching stalk.  "I love to do this to D'Andre.
I like to see how much he can shoot the first time."  She
winked at Laura.  "Makes him slow down after that, too."
     
     You little minx, Laura thought, smiling.
     
     Rob was panting, his body clenching, his face
reflecting a very acute pleasure as he watched Chanitra suck
his cock.
     
     "Oh!  Unhhh!" he groaned softly.
     
     "Mmmm . . . you like that, don't you," Chanitra smiled,
licking his jumping, twitching wet rod from top to bottom,
then back up to the top again.  "Are you going to let it
out?  Is it coming?  Is it coming soon?  Give it to mama . .
. yesssss . . . give it to mama . . . make that hot jizz
come flying out . . . okay?"
     
     Any other man would have come by now.  Laura thought
quickly of Eric, Danny, how a few sharp sucks were enough to
make them groan and spurt and foam over in only seconds.
But Rob was more experienced, and he knew how to hold it.
He was fighting against Chanitra's attempt to make him come
quickly, prolonging it, the way Laura often did, knowing
that the longer he waited, the more devastating it would
finally be.
     
     "Mmmm . . . maybe you want to feel a little bit of
these against it . . ." Chanitra panted, sliding her body up
a little, then moving it from side to side, grazing Rob's
wet, red, twitching cock with her young, hard, naked
breasts, which barely jiggled as she moved her body, they
were so firm.  "You want to feel my pretty titties on your
hot dick?  How does that feel?  Wouldn't you like to shoot
that hot jizz all over them?  Huh?  Wouldn't you?  Go ahead
. . . here, I'll push them together so you can fuck my
titties.  Have you ever seen such pretty titties?  Except
for Laura's, I mean."
     
     She glanced playfully over at Laura, then bunched up
her exquisite little hard breasts in both hands and
smothered Rob's pulsing cock between them.
     
     "Oh god!" he moaned, looking down at her.  "Oh god . .
. yes!  Ungghhh!"
     
     Laura couldn't take her eyes off them.  Rob was sitting
on the bunk, leaning back against the bulkhead, and Chanitra
was now straddling his thighs, cradling his throbbing cock
between her breasts.  Her body had long mesmerized Laura
anyway, from the very first moment she had seen it, and the
sight of her smooth black skin against Rob's pale skin, her
lithe, naked form gleaming in the semi-darkness of the small
cabin, the curve of her peerless ass as she shimmied her
body and rubbed Rob's hard, throbbing cock in the small
valley between her round little breasts, her braids swishing
against the back of her neck, all of it somehow brought a
very quick return of Laura's own lust.  She found herself
very involved in what they were doing, and felt her own
breath, which had only returned to a normal pace a few
seconds ago, beginning to accelerate again.
     
     Now Chanitra was even teasing him further, bending her
neck, taking the head of his cock between her lips when it
emerged from the valley between her breasts, then slowly,
sensually releasing it, letting her lips cling until the
last second to the bulbous knob, as she rose slightly again,
engulfing the thick, throbbing stalk between her marvelous
hard little globes.
     
     "I want to feel that hot, gooey stuff all over my
nipples," she panted to Rob.
     
     While he and Laura watched in electrified fascination,
Chanitra took one of her small breasts in both hands and
rubbed her large, swollen black nipple all over his jumping
prick, massaging his jerking, twitching meat with sensual
thoroughness, looking up at him as she did it, her eyes
daring him, daring him to try to hold out any longer.  Then
she did the same thing with her other nipple, rubbing his
cock with it too.
     
     "Unhhhh!" Rob groaned, grimacing again with pleasure.
     
     "Ohhh . . . he gonna let it out now," Chanitra chuckled
softly.  "He can't take it any more . . . can you.  You want
to come all over my nice black titties, right?"
     
     Again, with a quick dip of her head, she licked and
sucked it.
     
     "Ahhnnnggg!" Rob groaned.
     
     Laura was just at the point of leaning back across the
bunk to join them, unable to keep her hands off Chanitra's
thrilling young body, when Rob finally broke.  With a
strangled cry, he jabbed upward with his hips, and a great
long gobbet of very white jism squirted from his prick,
followed by several more quick spurts that flew up into
Chanitra's face and spattered her breasts.  Instead of being
offended or repulsed by it, she dissolved into happy
laughter, holding his cock with both hands, squeezing it,
pointing, taking the remainder of his discharge all over her
nipples and her chest, giggling softly with each spurt,
until finally he was finished.
     
     "Holy shit . . . Laura, this dude has enough cum to
fill up a milk bottle," she gasped, still giggling, semen
running down her cheeks, shiny rivulets of it streaking her
dark, beautiful breasts.  She looked up at Rob.  "You know,
Rob, I didn't know anybody could shoot as much as that.
Whew!  You got any towels on this boat?"
     
     Now Rob grinned, still panting heavily, and giggled a
little himself, not knowing quite how to respond to a girl
as bold and as natural as Chanitra.  "I'll get them . . . if
you let the culprit loose for a minute," he said, glancing
down at his long prick, which Chanitra still held in both
hands, only inches from her lips.
     
     "Ooohhh," she pouted playfully, giving it another
gentle squeeze.  "You ain't got any more in there for me?
Only shot about three gallons so far."
     
     While Rob moved to the far end of the cabin to get some
towels out of a drawer, Chanitra smiled at Laura, almost
flirting.  "You did it . . . and he did it," she murmured
softly, eyelids lowering, seeing Laura's eyes on her cum-
splashed naked body.  "I'm the only one left, I guess."  Her
black eyes twinkled.
     
     The bobbing and yawing of the boat made her small, hard
breasts sway, and the dim late afternoon light in the cabin
played over her delicious, sleek, black body in a way that
made her sharply desirable to Laura, who found that her own
sexual hunger had returned stronger than ever.  Rob tossed
each of them a towel, and together they swabbed the greasy
strings of his jism off Chanitra's splendid young body.
Chanitra wiped it off her face, while Laura concentrated on
her perfect little breasts, so much like Laura's own except
black, and springier, with thick, protruding, swollen black
nipples.
     
     When they were dry, she tossed the towel to the side
and filled her hands with them.  They both looked down,
enjoying the sight of Laura's long, slender, white fingers
holding the round black globes.  Laura could feel Chanitra's
big soft nipples, bigger than her own too, pushing against
her palms.
     
     "I wanted some more of these . . . before you got him
shooting sploogie all over them," she murmured sexily,
kissing Chanitra now, slithering her tongue between the
girl's thick, sensual lips, meeting Chanitra's tongue with
it.
     
     "Ain't got nothing on them now," Chanitra murmured back
seductively.
     
     Their kiss became more heated, and Laura began
squeezing Chanitra's breasts, lightly pinching and twirling
and pulling the hardening buds of Chanitra's thick nipples
with her fingers.  They both began breathing much faster.
     
     "I think you better get to it, Laura," Chanitra panted
against her cheek.  "I'm feeling pretty hot to trot.  I got
all hot and bothered watching him do you, then sucking him
off.  I'm . . . real horny, know what I mean?"
     
     "Oh yes . . . honey.  Lie back . . . yes, like that."
     
     She pushed Chanitra onto her back and slid down between
the girl's beautifully-shaped thighs, bringing her mouth
close to the exquisite puckered blossom of Chanitra's wet,
inflamed pussy.  Unable to keep her hands off Chanitra's
ass, she slid her palms under the girl's hard round buns and
cradled them, immediately beginning to lick Chanitra in a
hungry, sensual way, knowing that no slow build-up was
necessary.
     
     "Oh god . . . yes . . . that's right!" Chanitra panted,
squirming, bucking her hips, gyrating and pushing her cunt
into Laura's face.  "Like that . . . unhhhh . . . it ain't
gonna take me long!"
     
     Her spastic fingers fluttered around Laura's forehead
as Laura's tongue in her pussy brought her quickly up to a
peak of quivering tension.  Laura squeezed her ass cheeks
and mouth-raped her pussy aggressively, reminding herself of
their last time together on the day bed in Rhonda's upstairs
bedroom.  They had slid off the day bed onto the floor in
fiery finish, and now Chanitra was squirming and whooping so
much that they were threatening to slide off the bunk too.
     
     "Oh yes . . . oh yes!"
     
     Her sleek young body was so beautiful, straining and
stretching, churning wildly, that Laura wanted to devour
every delicious inch of her flesh.  To keep Chanitra on the
bunk, she herself slid to the floor on her knees and propped
Chanitra's thighs on her shoulders, now sucking and tonguing
the girl's flowing hot pussy in a fierce, final rush of
passion, pushing her mouth into it vigorously.  Chanitra
began to come almost immediately, thrashing and groaning.
     
     "Auuunngghhhhh!  Ungghhhhh!  Oh . . . ungghhh . . . oh
Laura yes . . . auunngghhh!" she groaned, flipping and
surging off the bunk, her sleek body flexing and gleaming in
the half-light, her sexual cries filling the cabin.
     
     Laura, her whole mouth coated with Chanitra's thick,
tangy pussy juices, smiled up at her over the glistening
black fringe of Chanitra's pubic patch.  Chanitra was still
stunned by the force of her climax and could do nothing but
giggle spasmodically, still gasping, her body's undulations
now weakening, slowing, her eyes shining with gratitude at
Laura.
     
     "We did it," Laura grinned softly.  "Or rather, you did
it."
     
     Rob was now standing next to Laura, beside the bunk,
looking down at Chanitra's slack body lustfully, though his
cock was still hanging ropey and thick and long between his
thighs, not having recovered from its earlier workout.  "It
looks like a gentle breeze might have brought her off as
quickly as you did, Laura," he grinned.
     
     "Maybe you'd like to try to do better," she said
nastily, raising one eyebrow, looking conspicuously at his
limp member.
     
     Chanitra slowly sat up, now lifting her thighs off
Laura's shoulders.  "Laura got to wipe that cunt honey off
her lips before she can do anything that involves me," she
twinkled playfully, enjoying their eyes on her body.  She
flirted with them both.  "Since I'm the guest of honor,
don't you think I should get the most special treatment?"
     
     "What did you have in mind?" Rob asked, and Laura, out
of the corner of her eye, saw his prick begin to swell and
throb again.
     
     Chanitra gave them both her most pixieish and sexy
grin, all intermingled.  "I wouldn't mind being the
chocolate filling . . . if you two had a mind to make a
cookie."
     
     Laura smiled, almost ruefully.  She had made such a
`cookie' before with Rob, in which his then-wife Camille had
been the filling.  In fact, it had been a scintillating and
thrilling experience, one that it made her tingle all over
just to remember.  But Rob had suggested it primarily so
that he could find a way, with Laura's help, to fuck Camille
in the ass, and Laura knew, given the fact that Chanitra's
ass was probably the most beautiful she had ever seen, that
the same thing wouldn't be far from his mind.  She doubted
Chanitra was thinking that far ahead.
     
     On top of that, Laura now had very ambivalent feelings
about Rob.  He certainly knew how to use that large tool of
his, she had to admit, feeling the afterglow even now of the
terrific orgasm he had just brought her to, and also
recalling the sight of him spewing huge wads of pearly cum
all over Chanitra's beautiful naked breasts and into her
face.  But she was no longer proud of her role in helping
him to seduce Camille into sex acts the girl might rather
have avoided.
     
     And, though her relationship with Randi had cooled off
some, and Randi was now seeing Nate, a lawyer who worked for
their company, instead of Rob-and apparently seeing him more
often than she saw Laura-still Laura found it hard to
forgive him for stealing Randi's affections, as well as her
delicious black pussy, away from her in the first place,
after she had been foolish enough to introduce them.   She
also recalled with a shudder the time Rob and his brother
Eric had both shoved their hard cocks up into her pussy at
the same time, a practice she gathered some women apparently
liked but which had made her feel like they were trying to
rip her apart.  She had never forgiven either of them for
that.
     
     By now, just in the instant it took for these rueful
reflections to pass through Laura's mind, Rob's cock was
again standing at full tilt, jumping in a slow pulse,
swollen and rippling with veins.  She looked up at him.
     
     "What do you think?  As if I didn't know."
     
     Rob grinned at her, then looked at Chanitra, who sat
expectantly on the edge of the bunk, gazing up at them.
"I've never seen a tastier filling," he said.  "You know I
love chocolate . . . almost as much as you do."
     
     Chanitra, bold as ever, made a sexy moue, turning her
body from side to side, making her breasts jiggle.  Then she
hopped up on her knees on the bunk, sticking out her
fantastic round ass at both of them.
     
     "Tell me you guys ain't just dying to get a piece of
this."
     
     Laura could feel her heart flutter and the blood thump
in her neck.  Her pussy began to throb.  God, you know I do!
she thought.
     
     Chanitra burst into happy laughter, pointing at Rob's
cock.  "Look at him, he want it.  Look at that big thing
jerking and jumping.  He want it.  Don't you."
     
     Rob moved forward, almost brushing Laura out of the
way.  He really does want it, Laura thought, watching him
climb onto the bunk with Chanitra, his cock bobbing and
twitching.  With an experienced, fluid motion, he moved
behind Chanitra's up-raised buttocks and slid his cock into
her open pussy almost before either she or Laura knew what
was happening.
     
     "Unnhhh!" Chanitra gulped as she felt the large shaft
penetrate her from behind.  She looked back at him, over her
shoulder, down the peerless, glossy, smooth black expanse of
her back.  "You ain't wasting no time."
     
     "God, that's tight," he panted, holding her hips in his
hands, clenching his teeth.
     
     "Mmmm, you like that tight black pussy, don't you."
Chanitra looked over at Laura.  "What you doing, girl?  Get
over here.  You missing out on the fun.  We need another
side to this cookie."
     
     She lifted one arm and one leg up so that Laura could
slip in underneath her.  Laura, in spite of her misgivings,
could hardly believe the hot, crackling sexual need she felt
as she slid into place on her back under Chanitra, again in
sixty-nine position though with Laura on the bottom this
time, her face under Chanitra's crotch, which was now
impaled on Rob's pistoning shaft.  Every time he thrust it
into her, Chanitra made a chuffing, soft, grunting noise.

     "Mmmuunnhhh!"  Then panting. "Mmmuunnhhh!"  More
panting. "Mmmuunnhhh!"
     
     Her small, hard breasts pushed down into Laura's
stomach, and her sleek, muscular thighs straddled Laura's
head, the firm, supple, warm flesh brushing Laura's cheeks
when she shuddered and gasped in reaction to another deep
thrust.
     
     "Mmmuunnhhh!  Oh!"
     
     Laura ran her hands feverishly up and down Chanitra's
lovely young body, feeling the gentle cambers of her ribcage
ripple under fingertips, dipping her hands between their
bodies to squeeze lovingly the girl's delicious young
breasts, then moving them back to Chanitra's ass, cupping
the full hard moons in her palms, digging her fingers into
the springy flesh.  The girl was now whooping softly as Rob,
thoroughly swept up in her delicious beauty and writhing,
moaning sexual excitement, picked up the pace, now pushing
his cock into her body harder, and deeper, the hot, wet
stalk sliding between her shiny wet black pussy lips just
above Laura's face.
     
     Laura wanted Chanitra's pussy too, but Rob had
appropriated it completely, stuffing and cramming it so full
of his large, thrusting cock that Laura could only swipe at
the girl's distended clit with her tongue.  Why doesn't he
just go ahead and do what he wants to do with it? she
wondered, half-exasperated.  He wants to put it in her ass.
I can't get enough of her this way.  I want her pussy all to
myself.  We can really bring her to heaven if we do it
together.
     
     "Mmmuunnhhh!  Oh!  Ungghhhh!  Mmmuunnhhh!  Auungghhh!
Ohhh . . . shit!  Oh yes!" Chanitra gasped, looking back
over her shoulder as if she could see Rob's enormous stiff
rod stabbing into her pussy, her face screwed up in sexual
anguish and pleasure.
     
     As if to give him the hint-but thoroughly embarrassed
and ashamed of herself at the same time for giving in to
this treacherous, irresistible lust-Laura pulled apart
Chanitra's hard, round buns with her fingers, exposing her
beautiful little asshole further, even running one fingertip
up and down in the crack between them, making Chanitra gasp
and shudder.
     
     "Ooohhhhh!  Unhhhh!" she groaned, her body quaking
sharply.  Then, "Mmmuunnhhh!" as Rob's cock stabbed deep
into her cunt once again.
     
     Thinking fast, Laura fished around beside the bunk with
her free hand, knowing the cabin was so small that the
clothes they had shed had to be very near.  She found the
strap of her handbag and pulled it toward her.  While Rob
continued to fuck Chanitra with slow, deep, penetrating
thrusts, their bodies rocking and straining together on top
of Laura, she managed to open the handbag and take out the
small bottle of baby oil she always carried with her, just
for moments such as this.
     
     She flipped open the top with her thumb and handed it
up to Rob, waving it so he would notice since he was so
deeply involved in plunging his rigid prick into Chanitra's
tight young pussy.   Rob finally saw it and smiled down at
Laura, taking the bottle and quickly squeezing some oil into
the crack between Chanitra's fantastic, perfectly round
buns.  He oiled his finger and slid it into her anus.
     
     "Ummmnnggeee!" Chanitra squealed in a hot panic, her
face now showing terror mixed with intense pleasure as she
again glanced back over her shoulder at him.
     
     "Oh baby . . . we want to have all of you," Laura
murmured to her, holding her ass cheeks apart while Rob
skillfully loosened her back door with his finger.
     
     Just from long acquaintance with the girl, Laura could
sense that Chanitra wanted both to object and to yield, and
that these urges were warring inside her.  She had come this
far in her search for a sexual adventure.  Did she want to
go even farther?
     
     "Ohhhh . . . Laura!" Chanitra moaned, this time
dropping her head slightly, looking under her arm back at
Laura, her eyes reddened by frantic fuck-need, and glazed by
wild sexual dementia.  "Aaahhnnnggg!" she suddenly
stiffened, her head jerking forward.
     
     Laura glanced up to see that Rob had removed his huge,
glistening cock from Chanitra's dripping pussy and was
slowly, but relentlessly, pushing it into her asshole.  It
was already sunk about two inches deep in her backtrack, and
Chanitra was whimpering and panting hysterically.  Laura
knew how this felt.  She had had this massive truncheon
shoved into her ass too, and she knew the stabbing,
paralytic first shock of feeling it going in.
     
     She knew it could only get better, but she feared
Chanitra did not know that, and there were still about seven
inches to go in.  Rob was pushing.  The boat rocked and
swayed, the evening silent outside the cabin except for the
soft splashing of the gentle waves against the side of the
hull.  Chanitra's lovely, supple young body clenched and
quivered as Rob inched his huge cock further and further
into her ass.
     
     "Uunngghhh!  Oh god!" she groaned piteously.
     
     "Oh baby . . . oh baby!" Laura cooed to her, running
her hands up and down Chanitra's naked body, again pulling
her ass cheeks apart, watching the stiff wet gristle of
Rob's erect prick finally sink to the very base into
Chanitra's ass.
     
     Rob was experienced and knew he should pause now, to
just rest and let the girl get used to the feeling of being
impaled on this enormous, rigid shaft.  But Chanitra's
pussy, an incredible shell-shaped parabola of sweet, juicy,
glistening cunt flesh, all wet and pink inside, was now
swollen and distended as a result of her ass being engorged
with Rob's cock.  It puckered and gaped invitingly, only
inches from Laura's mouth, fragrant and shiny, and Laura
could definitely not resist pressing her lips to it, and
slipping her tongue inside the warm, inflamed, oozing pit.
     
     "Ahhnnnnn!" Chanitra responded, falling forward
slightly as this new sensation filled her body with an
unexpected pleasure.
     
     Even though Chanitra's mouth, because of her position
between them, was also near Laura's cunt, she was in no
shape to return the favor.   She struggled up on her hands
again just as Rob began to slide his fiercely hard cock in
and out of her ass, beginning to fuck her slowly, groaning
and grimacing with intense pleasure himself since Chanitra's
ass was excruciatingly tight.  The sight of her beautiful,
impossibly round, firm, black moons rising around the
plunging red shaft of his rock-hard, erect cock aroused
Laura like never before.
     
     "Ungghh!  God, she is so tight!" he gasped as the long,
greasy pole of his hard prick emerged from her asshole, then
slid back in deep.
     
     "Ouunngghhhh!" Chanitra cried out.
     
     Meanwhile, Laura was being rapidly consumed by a hunger
for Chanitra's body that she recognized as a feeling she
usually only had when alone in bed with such a lovely
creature.  When sharing, as she was now, she usually for
some reason had a little more self-control, but at this
instant she found herself wanting to devour and inhale the
girl.  Her hands ran all over Chanitra's naked, straining
flesh, and with her mouth she just about swallowed the
girl's streaming, inflamed pussy, stabbing her tongue deep
into it, then sucking every inch of it hungrily, sucking
Chanitra's inner cunt lips into her mouth, sucking her clit,
wondering how the girl could keep from coming.
     
     And little hints she picked up from both Rob and
Chanitra told her that it wasn't going to take long for
either of them.  For one thing, he was hammering the poor
thing's beautiful ass more aggressively now, piercing her
with his rigid cock, holding her gyrating hips in his strong
hands and planting the huge shaft deep in her body, even
ripping it up into her.  Chanitra's whole body shook
violently with each sharp thrust of his cock, and she
groaned, clenching her teeth and burrowing her face into the
taut sheet.
     
     "Awwoonngg!  Unngghhh!  Owwncchhhgg!  Auungghhhh!  Oh
god . . . so deep!" she gasped, tears now leaking from the
corners of her eyes as she swirled her incomparable ass back
and up into his stabbing thrusts.
     
     Her cunt was streaming and flowing as Laura sucked and
tongued it passionately, her nose and lips completely
covered with the warm, buttery nectars.
     
     "Oh . . . come!" Chanitra gasped, trying to look over
her shoulder at Rob but thrown forward by another piercing
thrust at that very instant.  "Oh . . . come . . . please,
come!  Oh god . . . no more . . . please come!"
     
     Laura, although throbbing with lust for the girl
herself, felt sympathy for her, and guilt too, almost as if
she had got Chanitra into this in the first place, though
Chanitra had pretty much invited it.  And yet, having
experienced it herself, she knew that Chanitra was only
partly suffering.  The other part of her was about to be
blown apart by a horrific orgasm, and her whole body
undulated and quivered in expectation of that ultimate
moment.  She pushed her ass up and back into Rob's drilling
thrusts, whooping and biting her lower lip and pushing her
face into the sheet as he complied by pushing the huge rod
all the way into her ass, which electrified her each time,
making her groan and shudder.
     
     "Aunngghh!  Ungghhh!  Oh . . . shit oh shit!
Aoouunngggg!" she moaned, swirling her ass back into his
cock.
     
     Now they were fucking so hard that Laura had trouble
hanging on.  Chanitra's dripping, sweet, redolent pussy
swept across her lips as the girl bucked her hips, and her
slippery cunt lips slid out of Laura's mouth, so that Laura
was constantly chasing them.  The end was near, she knew,
and her own sexual tension was so severe that she dropped
one hand to her own crotch, rubbing her pussy frantically
while trying desperately to suck Chanitra's elusive clit at
the same time.
     
     She dug her fingers into one round, resilient ass
cheek, frantically rubbing her own flooding pussy at the
same time, now bucking with her hips too, swirling them,
moaning under Chanitra's writhing, clenching body,
whimpering, mouth-mauling Chanitra's sweet pussy even more
frenetically as she realized the girl was about to come.
     
     "Aoouunngggg!" Chanitra cried out again, and Laura
looked up to see Rob's huge cock sunk to the very crotch
hairs in the girl's ass.
     
     Suddenly, he was ramming her in sharp, short rabbit
thrusts, now more on top of them both than behind them,
really drilling his cock down into Chanitra's poor plundered
ass, and Laura knew he was coming before she even heard the
strangled cry escape from deep in his chest.
     
     "Awwwonnggguunngghhhh!" Rob erupted in a savage cry,
plunging his cock one last time deep into Chanitra's ass as
it spouted, pumping long hot strings of jism into her.
     
     For a split second Laura, who still had half of
Chanitra's pussy in her mouth, thought the girl had passed
out.  Chanitra made no sound, but her body was quivering,
then shaking, then shuddering wildly as a ferocious orgasm
spread throughout her flesh.
     
     "Unngghhh . . ." a slow, wild, twisted moan began to
fight its way out of her throat, quickly making a crescendo
into an electrifying scream of intense rapture.
"UnngghhhmmnnAAUNNGGHHHIIIEEEE!" she screamed, her body
suddenly flipping and surging into a frenzied seizure
instead of the wild shuddering she had been experiencing
before.
     
     Only a few times had Laura ever seen anyone come this
hard.  She doubted whether she had ever come that hard
herself.  Chanitra seemed to be completely ripped apart and
destroyed by a hot tornado of coming, pinned between her and
Rob, who also seemed half-pulverized by his own role in
this.  He lay slumped on top of Chanitra, panting and
wheezing, his throbbing cock still embedded deep in her ass
as Chanitra whimpered and twitched and sobbed her way
through an excruciating series of pleasurable spasms, while
underneath them Laura, finally coming herself, felt a sweet
bloom of bliss spreading slowly throughout her body.
     
     It had been violent, piercingly intense, but also
unbelievably stirring, and the three of them were so
intimately linked not only in the flesh but now also in the
throbbing vibrations of exquisite sexual pleasure than
enveloped them that none of them wanted it to end, or wanted
to pull apart.  The bunk was small, but when Rob leaned a
little to the side, in order to remove his dead weight from
pressing directly down on the two girls, they all could
remain linked, with Chanitra still pressed in the middle,
the `chocolate filling' she had desired to be, while all
three recovered slowly from the storm.
     
     There was also a lot of pleasure still to be had, Laura
realized, just from feeling the girl's splendid young naked
body pressed against hers.  She knew things were drifting
back to normal when Chanitra giggled softly.
     
     "Laura . . . you got the prettiest pink pussy . . .
mmmmm, smell good too, and all I got to do was tickle it a
little with my tongue before this guy with the monster dick
. . ."- she glanced back over her shoulder at Rob, whose
'monster dick' was still sunk in her asshole, though now
shrinking-"attacked me.  I think I ought to be able to get
my full taste now, don't you?"
     
     She licked Laura's pussy with a long, slow, sensual
stroke of her tongue, from the top to the bottom, making
Laura shiver.
     
     "Oooohhhh," Laura laughed, "I think you should get
anything you want, after what you just went through."
     
     "Me too," Chanitra frowned with mock suffering.  "Feel
like a donkey been hosing me.  No offense," she squinted at
Rob.
     
     This was an opportunity for the three of them now to
peel apart and extricate themselves from this rather cramped
and uncomfortable, though delicious, position.  Rob's limp
cock was just about ejected from Chanitra's tight asshole
anyway by now, the pearly trickle of his cum following it,
smearing the smooth black skin of her buns with shiny fluid.
Laura grabbed a nearby towel and dried it off as she and
Chanitra too disengaged, turning, smiling, kissing.
     
     Laura, as she sat up, could not keep herself from
caressing the girl's incredible buttocks.
     
     "I know you, Laura," Chanitra cracked softly.  "You
never get enough."
     
     "Not of this wonderful booty."
     
     "It's all full of Big Dick's cum now . . . think I'm
gonna have to clean it out."
     
     Laura leaned close and kissed her cheek.  "I think I
could do it."
     
     Chanitra made a face.  "You sick, girl.  First, it's
sick to want to suck my little booty in the first place . .
. and second, it's got all his jizz in it.  What's the
matter with you, Laura?"
     
     "Let me do it."
     
     Chanitra shook her head, as if half-exasperated.  "I
ain't gon' have no more climaxes," she warned.  "Not after
that one."
     
     "You might."
     
     "I guess I could let you do it if you let me lick your
pink pussy afterward."
     
     "It's a deal."
     
       They both looked over at Rob, who looked down at his
limp cock.  He was obviously in no condition to object, or
join in.  Slowly, he moved off the bunk and into a small
deck chair at the other side of the small cabin to watch.
The boat continued to sway and pitch gently in the evening
tide as Laura and Chanitra again embraced for a lengthy,
moving, protracted kiss.
     
     By the time it was over, they had heated one another up
again to the point of panting and squeezing.
     
     "Lie on your tummy, I'm going to tongue-fuck your ass,"
Laura whispered to her.
     
     Chanitra giggled softly.  "At least your tongue is
smaller than the last thing that was in there."
     
     "You know, darling, when you have an ass as beautiful
as this one, you have to expect novel kinds of worship,"
Laura purred as she finally got to feast-slowly, skillfully,
patiently, hungrily-on Chanitra's masterpiece.
     
     For a long moment Chanitra didn't answer.  She was
enjoying it thoroughly, smiling dreamily as Laura massaged
her firm black buns and kissed them passionately, digging
her fingertips into the firm, resilient balls, pulling them
apart, running her tongue up and down the warm, moist crack
between them.  But then Chanitra giggled softly again.
     
     "You guys got a funny way of worshipping . . . all you
want to do is fuck it."
     
     "Oh no . . . oh no," Laura murmured.  "Not me, anyway.
I only want to love it . . . and kiss it . . . and bite it-"
     
     "Ouunnchhh!" Chanitra yelped, her whole lower body
rising briefly off the bed in a sudden flip.
     
     "Ooohhh . . . too hard?"
     
     "Shit . . . Laura!"  Chanitra's eyes filled with tears
as she looked back over her shoulder at Laura, but then she
dissolved into laughter.  "You bite hard," she laughed.
     
     "Did it make your pussy wet?"
     
     Slowly, Chanitra nodded.
     
     "Oh, good."
     
     Laura renewed her passionate attentions to this
magnificent smooth bottom, sucking and licking and kissing
and rubbing Chanitra's marvelous ass, pushing her face into
the valley between the round black moons, slowly insinuating
her tongue into the small orifice that had only recently
been invaded by Rob's monster cock.  It was still fairly
relaxed and open after that mini-massacre of fucking, and
she could also taste the traces of his cum, still leaking
back out, a sensation that, for all its revolting aspects,
had the effect of stirring her sexual energies to a new
pitch.
     
     During the recent orgasmic conflagration of only a few
minutes earlier, Laura had climaxed, but hers had been a
gentle, blooming, throbbing orgasm that had spread like a
glow throughout her body, very unlike the explosive,
rending, crippling orgasms that she knew both Rob and
Chanitra had experienced.  Now she realized that one of
those still awaited her as she felt her own pussy heating
up, flowing, burbling, pulsing hotly, while she began
seriously to devour Chanitra's beautiful ass.
     
     "Oh!  Oh god . . . Laura . . . you doing it again!"
Chanitra gasped, writhing, how uptilting her ass to Laura's
mouth.  "I . . . oh, I think . . . I think you gon' make me
blow up again."
     
     Both of them had again completely obliterated Rob from
their consciousness.  Though fascinated, he was still unable
to participate effectively, and he left them to their own
urges, content to sit close and watch while the two girls
repeated the sex act they had performed on their very first
time together, when Laura had done this to Chanitra in
Chanitra's sister Yvette's own bedroom.  Laura certainly
remembered it, and she guessed that Chanitra did too.
     
     Now with her tongue inside Chanitra's ass, she slipped
two fingers down to the girl's wet, fleshy honey pot and
began to rub the slippery vulva and Chanitra's nubby little
clitoris rapidly, tongue-fucking her now, as promised, but
finding it increasingly difficult to hang on as Chanitra
began churning and bucking her hips, whinnying softly as yet
another orgasm approached.  As usual, Laura did not want it
to be over.  She nipped and sucked the bulging undersides of
Chantira's incredible, flexing buns, then drove her tongue
back into the oily aperture of her anus, feeling the hot,
exciting sexual sensations almost flow between their two
bodies like an electrical current.
     
     Chanitra had come very hard last time, and so it
actually did take her a little longer to get there this
time, a development that Laura found very welcome.  But
finally Chanitra arrived.
     
     "Ohhhnnnn!" she groaned, swirling her peerless ass back
into Laura's face, gasping as Laura again buried her face
between the hard, round buns and stabbed her tongue as deep
as it would go into Chanitra's rectum.  "Ungghhh!"
     
     Oh yes! Laura thought.
     
     "Auunnrrnngghh!  Oh!" Chanitra cried out.
"Auunngghiieeee!"
     
     Another wrenching orgasm throttled her, and her body
almost jackknifed under Laura, a motion so violent that
Laura was sure it rocked the boat, which went for a few
seconds into a heavier pitch and yaw as Chanitra shuddered
through another massive spasm.  Laura had both arms locked
around the girl's flexing thighs, and though it took some
effort, she did not let her tongue escape from Chanitra's
wet, clenching asshole until three or four sharp orgasmic
spasms had occurred.
     
     By now Laura was again wound tight with a sexual
tension so fierce that her hands were shaking as she tried
to let Chanitra down gently from this ultimate moment.
Chanitra, though bleary-eyed and stunned from another
inundating climax,  twisted around, rolling her body over as
Laura slid to the side, and without a word moved down
between Laura's thighs.  In one long, graceful, fluid motion
the two of them changed places, with Laura now on her back,
and Chanitra's mouth on Laura's pussy.  It had all happened
so quickly and effortlessly that it felt like they were
bound up together in a dream, moving in slow motion and
melting together in a strange, surreal rhythm.
     
     And in under a minute, Laura was coming herself, this
time a jolting, pumping orgasm, with Chanitra's fingers in
her throbbing cunt and Chanitra's thick, sensual lips all
over her clit.  Laura climaxed like the world was coming to
an end, giving herself completely to Chanitra and letting
her body savor every last nuance of a sexual spasm that
fluttered through her until finally she could come no more
and collapsed in a mass of exhausted nerves, embracing
Chanitra, who had crawled back up to kiss her.
     
     Both of them finally, realizing they were not alone
after all, glanced over at Rob, still sitting across from
them in a small deck chair, but now holding his tumid and
thumping hard cock again in both hands, his eyes on both of
their naked bodies.
     
     "You guys really put on a fantastic show," he grinned
at them.
     
     But both Laura and Chanitra were totally exhausted from
the fucking they had just shared, not only with each other
but with him too.
     
     "Why don't you make that thing lie down for a few
minutes while we catch our breath, okay?" Laura kidded him.
"Can we go up on the deck and get a breath of fresh air
first?"
     
     Rob grinned and nodded, releasing his erect prick,
which did not, however, begin to deflate but instead jumped
and pointed at the cabin's ceiling as if it had a life of
its own.
     
     "Maybe we just oughta get him off so he'll leave us
alone," Chanitra whispered to Laura, but loudly enough for
Rob to overhear.
     
     "Mmmm . . . let him wait," Laura teased.
     
     They wrapped themselves in dry towels and went up to
the top deck, where they found that twilight was slowly
falling, and the evening was fresh and still and beautiful.
Rob made them fresh drinks, and Chanitra pulled a joint from
her purse.  It soon grew almost dark, but the drinks and
marijuana made them all hungry again for at least one more
encounter, and this time they did it on the upper deck, in
the moonlight.
     
     Since they had all had extravagant orgasms already,
this time they were more restrained, giving into the
sensuality of the moment, and it took about twenty minutes
of very ingenious positioning and sharing before all three
of them were on the brink, culminating in three very intense
and satisfying orgasms that may have awakened the few deer
left on Angel Island.
     
     Then, before it was completely dark, Rob steered the
boat out of the small, secret cove, and thirty minutes later
they were docking back in the marina.  Giving Chanitra a
ride home, Laura found herself anxious, as she had been
after sharing Randi with Rob, fearing a repeat, fearing that
Chanitra would be so enchanted with this little romantic
interlude on the boat in the secret, sheltered cove that she
would be looking for the first opportunity to see Rob again.
Laura was deeply jealous, suddenly.
     
     But Chanitra, as if sensing Laura's distress, put her
hand on Laura's arm.
     
     "That Rob is a nice dude," she said calmly.  "I had a
nice time.  But if you ever see him again, tell him that big
dick ain't going up this little black girl's booty any
more."  She rubbed her ass figuratively with two fingers, as
if to soothe it.  "Felt good and hurt like hell . . . know
what I mean?"
     
     Laura nodded.
     
     Chanitra made her famous squint-smile at Laura, so
endearing, and which now reminded Laura so much of Dawn, who
had a similar smile.
     
     "Anyway . . ." Chanitra said, as if it were an
afterthought, "it was what you did that really made it
special for me, Laura.  Any old guy can have a big dick.
But I still shiver when I remember how I felt when you . .
."
     
     Laura gripped the wheel.  She had almost caused an
accident.  "Better tell me later, darling," she said,
thrilled and tingling all over herself to hear it.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
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