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"I think we should wait, I mean, it's only been a week since we got rid of
the other boy." Trevor finished off his can of Dr Pepper and tossed it onto
the floor.

"Don't be a pussy! We're two hundred miles from home. Nobody will ever
link the two crimes."

"Well, I hope you know what your doing, dad."

"That one, right there. Red shorts." He said as he slowed the car down
and then stopped.

"Yeah, I see him. Nice legs." Trevor giggled as his fears quickly
melted away. He opened the door and climbed out, rubbing his crotch
through his green mesh shorts. "Okay, be ready!" He smiled as he slammed
the door shut and strutted across the freshly cut grass to the soccer field
where a lone boy kicked his orange and black ball around.

"Hey! Mind if I join you?"

The boy looked up and smiled. He needed a buddy to run drills with.
"Sure! What's your name?"

"Trevor. What's yours?" He asked, staring directly at the boy's Umbro
soccer shorts, trying to determine how big his package was.

"Casey. You from around here?"

"Yeah, I live over on the other side of town." Start kicking the ball!
No more questions!

The two chased each other around the field, switching off from offensive
to defensive. After twenty minutes, Trevor was huffing and ready to go.
"Hey, you want to go get a Gatorade or something?"

Casey wiped the sweat off his brow, trying to catch his breath. He
hadn't been challenged for quite sometime. "Sure. I know a store two
blocks from here."

The two walked to Yogi's market and Trevor paid for two bottles of
Gatorade. He walked around the corner and led his new friend to an alley.

"What's back here?" Casey asked, a little concerned.

"Nothing. I just like to drink back here since its quieter." Trevor
glanced behind him to see the blue Crown Victoria ease into the alley. It
was time to act.

"So what school do you go to?" Casey asked, sitting down on a wood milk
crate.

Trevor walked behind the boy and wrapped his arms around the boy's neck.
Casey kicked and struggled but was no match for his attacker. The car
screeched to a stop and a man jumped out, grabbing Casey around the waist
and picking him up in one sweeping motion. Trevor reached in and released
the trunk as his father kicked it open with his knee. He threw Casey in
and Trevor followed, pinning the boy to the floor. The trunk was closed
and the man hopped in and sped off.

Trevor wrestled with Casey, trying to get his arms behind his back. He
did not like working in the dark, but it was the quickest way to do it.
Casey screamed and fought with all his might. After several minutes,
Trevor kneed the boy and he stopped struggling. The wind was knocked out
of him from being jabbed in the chest. Trevor took advantage of the moment
and tied the boy's wrists behind his back. He then tied the ankles and
connected the rope to the wrists, creating a very sloppy, but workable
hogtie.

"Just shut up and you'll live through this. Got that!"

"What do you want from me?" Casey asked, struggling to free his hands.

"Just some pictures of you. That's all. If you do everything we ask,
we'll let you go. But if you fuck around, we might just kill you like our
last victim." Trevor fumbled around and found the spotlight and turned it
on. The trunk lit up and he could see the boy clearly now. He searched
some more and found the roll of duct tape and ripped off a piece and gagged
his victim. He spun the boy around and checked the ties, making some
adjustments. He then lifted up the boy's mesh jersey, exposing the
waistband of the red soccer shorts.

Casey was terrified. He didn't know what was going on or why another
boy duped him into being kidnapped. He just stared at him as he kept
touching him.

Trevor scooted closer to his victim and yanked the sides of his shorts
down, little by little until he unveiled the white boxer shorts. He
reached into the slit on the front and dug around, pulling out a small
cock. He rubbed and squeezed it, smiling once it started to grow. He
reached his other hand in and grabbed the boy's small testicles, holding
them firmly. Yes, this boy would do.



His father was crazy. There was no other way to put it. Lyle's
behavior changed dramatically following the death of his wife. Trevor
missed his mom, but it happened when he was six, so he didn't think much of
it at the time. His father grieved for two months then he starting taking
his stress and frustrations out on his son.

The first time, he tied Trevor up to his bed and fondled his genitals.
Two weeks later, he tied a rope around his tiny cock and yanked it until
his son cried. Then his father started fucking him in the rear. Things
quickly progressed to full-scale bondage where Trevor would be tied up for
hours at a time with every limb immobile. If his father had to leave town
for business or what ever it was he did on the weekends, he would be tied
up for two days straight.

A few years back, Lyle introduced electricity. Trevor resented the
at first, but then he got used to it. By the time he was ten, he
was being tied up on an almost nightly basis. Later that year, things
changed dramatically.

That's when his father kidnapped a seven-year-old boy for the sole
purpose of training his son. Trevor was afraid and cried most of the time,
but then slowly learned the tricks of the trade. He enjoyed having the
power over a helpless human being, to do whatever he could think of and not
have any retribution retaliation from the victim. The first victim was
dropped off at a park the next day. The second victim was not so lucky.

Nine-year-old Tyler was Trevor's first solo victim. He lured the boy
home after school and tied him up, like his father taught him. He gagged
him with a pair of dirty underwear and sucked the boy's dick to a dry
orgasm. He went to the kitchen to get a snack and when he came back, his
victim wasn't moving. He poked the boy in the stomach and nothing
happened. The boy had choked and suffocated to death. Trevor was
horrified. He didn't know what to do. His father would be home shortly and
he would freak out if he saw a dead boy in his house. After crying for ten
minutes, he decided to carry the boy out and toss him in the dumpster
behind the house. As he was dragging the boy down the steps, his father
entered through the front door and saw Trevor dragging something. He ran
up and grabbed the lifeless body and tried to perform CPR. It was too
late. He wasn't angry. In fact, he was a little turned on by the sight of
a dead boy. The two drove up into the mountains and buried the boy. Weeks
pasted with no major breaks in the story, just an abducted boy. They soon
forgot about it and continued their kidnappings, returning everyone within
24 hours.

The pictures started the year before. Lyle discovered several websites
soliciting specific pictures and liked the prospect of making big money.
The bondage scenes became more intense and they kept the kids twice as
long. The pictures sold for big bucks and they were motivated to do more
wild and exotic things.

Up until Josh, they had no problems. But for whatever reason, his
disappearance was reported on the news the same day, highly publicized.
They would never know that the boy's father was an anchorman for a local
station and was the first to break the story.

Now, a week after they killed their first victim on purpose, they were
at it again. Trevor was getting tired of the routine. Not that he didn't
enjoy himself once the helpless boy was in his hands.



Trevor continued to fondle the boy's penis and had an idea. He didn't
bring any of the regular bondage equipment, but he could improvise. He dug
around and found a wire coat hanger. Perfect. He unwound the top and
straightened the wire. He grabbed the boy's erect cock and pulled back the
foreskin. The boy squirmed and yelled into his gag, but Trevor just hummed
as he stuck the end of the hanger into the tip of the cock. He inched it
down slowly, until he felt resistance. That must be where the urethra
twists around. He'd seen pictures in his sex-ed book. He bent the wire
right at the tip and wrapped it around the base of the mushroom shaped
head. He pulled tight and made two revolutions before bringing the wire
back up. He forced the foreskin to run over the wire around the base and
then brought the wire down to the base of the cock. He made two tight
wraps and continued down to the cushy ball sack, wrapping it twice. He
tried to separate the balls, but couldn't. Oh well. He'd do that soon
enough. Once the cock and balls were securely wrapped, he ran the
remainder under the boy's crotch and to his anus. He reached around and
poked the end roughly into the hole and pushed it as far as he had slack.

He felt better now, seeing the tears in the boy's eyes, hearing his
murmurs and cries. He pushed the backseat down and climbed into the cabin
of the car and closed the seat behind him. After slipping into the front
seat his father asked him what took so long.

"It took a while to secure him, then I bound his cock and balls with a
coat hanger." He smiled and pulled a Dr Pepper out of the glove box.

"Good, I'm glad you're still having a good time."

Yeah, I'm having a great time. Was Trevor starting to feel guilty of
his secret sins? Maybe, but he was knee-deep in the mess that his father
got him into. There was no turning back now.



The trunk was opened and Lyle lifted the sleeping victim out and carried
him down to the basement. It had already been decided that they'd keep
this boy for a week, at least. They would take zillions of pictures and
sell them slowly. This would be the last boy for quite sometime.

Casey was placed on the doctor's table and while Lyle held the boy,
Trevor removed the boy's clothes. Once Casey was strapped securely in, he
woke up. He fought against his bindings and screamed. His dick ached,
more discomfort than pain. Where was he? He remembered being in the trunk
and being tied up, and then his cock and balls were manipulated with some
type of wire. Now he was strapped down on his back. He looked around and
saw the boy setting up a tripod. A camera was placed on top and aimed at
his crotch. Two more cameras were set up, one capturing his entire body
and one aimed right at his face.

Trevor then opened a drawer underneath the table and pulled out a
voltage regulator. Using the coat hanger turned out to be an excellent
idea, allowing him to hook clamps right to the wire. Like always, he would
be doing most of the and his father would come fuck the boy's hole
twice daily. Starting off with the electricity would cause the rest of the
to hurt more, a thought that pleased Trevor. And since school was
out, he would spend 16 hours a day with his victim. So much to do and so
little time. He replaced the tape gag with a ball gag and added a
blindfold. He checked the wires and turned on the juice.

The raw electricity surged through Casey's body like wildfire. His hip
and lower body jerked and convulsed uncontrollably. His dick and anus got
the worst of the shock and Casey squirmed and screamed into his gag as the
inner flesh was being fried. After a moment of respite, the shock
continued with breaks every five minutes. After two hours of being
traumatized intermittently, the wire around his genitals was removed
roughly. His blindfold and gag were removed and Trevor came up and stood
over his face.

"Okay. How you feeling right now?"

"My dick hurts! What did you do to it?" Casey whined.

"I fried it. Now it's time to take some pictures. If you screw around,
I'll whip you, then shock you harder than just now. You understand?"
Trevor pulled out a whip with a five-foot tail and tapped it on Casey's
belly.

"Yes. Please don't hurt me!"

"Okay, just do as I say and you won't get too much more punishment. I'm
going to untie you and then I lead you over to that bed."

"Okay."

Trevor undid the ties and Casey sat up, and then hopped down. His host
led him over to the bed and handed him a pair of lavender briefs. He put
them on and was directed to lie on the bed. Trevor took dozens of shots,
periodically pausing to rub Casey's sore cock hard. Ten minutes later,
Trevor produced a pair of wrinkled gray gym shorts. Casey removed the
briefs and put the shorts on. He wondered what the small white circles and
blotches were, but had other things to think about. Several dozen pics
were taken as Trevor slowly masturbated himself. He'd cummed in Josh's
shorts every day and now this new hot boy was wearing them. Later on, he
would wear Casey's shorts to bed.

The evening ran late as Casey posed in yellow bike shorts, a jockstrap,
several pairs of mesh shorts, a speedo and several pairs of underwear. The
last item was a girl's one-piece swimsuit. Casey gawked at the pink and
blue spandex suit Trevor pointed to the whip sitting on the table and Casey
quickly slipped into the suit. He brought the crotch up and reached behind
and pulled the shoulder straps into place. He was surprised at how
comfortable the suit felt against his body. After taking some pictures,
Trevor led his victim to the wood-framed bed and laid him down on his back.
He took some more pics and then tied the boy's wrists and ankles to the
corners of the frame.

Trevor opened a drawer under the bed and pulled out some zip ties and
twine. He wrapped the twine tightly to the ties and pulled the gentiles
out from behind the colorful suit. He grabbed the small sack and squeezed
the balls apart. He zipped tied each testicle as tight as he could. Casey
winced as the plastic bit into his skin, his eyes following his tormentor
as he wrapped a thick tie around the base of his dick and clinched it
tight. The pain, which was dull, turned into a pulsing and racking
infliction. His cock turned from tan to light blue and he could see his
veins popping out. Trevor tied each testicle rope to the side rail. He
fed the cock rope through a small hole in the bottom of the swimsuit and
stuffed Casey's genitals back under the fabric. He pulled the cock rope
and tied it to the foot of the bed, pulling it as tight as he could. The
bulging cock and balls were well defined through the thin, stretchy
material. Trevor took pictures for ten minutes, capturing every possible
angle. At ten, he was tired and left his victim for the night.

Casey slept most of the night, but woke up early with the need to
relieve himself. He yelled for help but nobody came. He didn't want to
pee on himself for fear he would be punished. By four in the morning, he
had no choice and peed. He cried out in pain as the inside of his cock
burned and stung from the urine. The warm piss sprayed onto his belly and
dripped down his sides. A large pool soaked his back, which became cool
quickly, giving him the chills. Shit! He hoped the pee would dry fast,
but the odor would still be there. Damn.

Two hours later, Trevor waltzed in with a bag of bread and a Tupperware
bowl filled with water. What is that smell? No! He didn't!

"Did you piss on yourself?"

"I didn't mean to! I couldn't hold it any longer!"

"Well, just for that, no breakfast for you!" Trevor stuck the food on a
shelf in the corner and approached the bed. He felt the sheet and then he
grabbed the small bulge. Still damp. "Well, we're gonna have to clean you
up. Won't we?"

"I'm so sorry. I really am!"

"I'm sure you are, but it's too late for apologies." Trevor untied the
ball ropes and pulled them down to Casey's feet. He tied each rope to his
big toes and then untied his limbs. He untied the cock rope and pulled it
hard, making his victim yelp. "Sit up and jump down!"

Casey brought his knees up and swung around, careful not to tug his
balls too hard. Jumping down wasn't as bad as he thought it would be.
Trevor led his victim to the staircase, pulling him by the cock rope.
Casey gasped with each step as he was forced to walk fast. Going up the
stairs offer a moment to relief until they reached the top. The pace
picked up as they walked through the house to the bathroom. Trevor brought
out two pairs of handcuffs and slapped one pair onto each wrist, connecting
the loose end to opposite bars on the sides of the shower stall. He
stepped out and removed the red soccer shorts, which he wore all night. He
stepped into the stall and removed the showerhead, which was on a ten-foot
hose and turned on the hot water.

Casey stepped back, as the cold water hit is legs and feet. The water
turned warm, then hot, then scolding hot. The water stung and burned his
sensitive skin. His moans turned into shrieks as Trevor sprayed down his
entire body. The steam fogged up his eyes and made it harder to breath.
The hot cloth clung to his body and prolonged the burning sensation.
Trevor peeled back the crotch area and shot the scolding hot water onto
Casey's genitals. He screamed and kicked his feet at his attacker. Trevor
yanked out the limp cock and pulled back the foreskin and switched the
showerhead to a high-pressure stream and cleaning the glans and piss slit.
He ignored the screams and yells and moved down to the bulging ball sack,
then to the anus. Once Casey's body was clean, Trevor turned off the water
and stepped out. He grabbed a hair drier and blow-dried Casey's hair and
limbs. He spent twenty minutes drying the swimsuit and finished off with
the feet.

He led Casey back down to the basement and tied him onto the exercise
bench. He pulled the rear of the swimsuit to the side to expose the red
genitals and butt cheeks. He retied the ball and cock ropes to the legs of
the bench and slapped the hot bum before him. He ran his finger around the
pink anus and tickled it. He then penetrated with one finger, then two.
He worked his fingers in a circular motion, stretching the hole as wide as
he could. In the four years he had been torturing boys, he'd never
actually fucked one. He pulled down his red shorts and pumped his cock
into a five-inch rod. He grabbed some lubricant and rubbed it around and
in the anal hole, then onto his own cock. He was ready.

Trevor massaged his rock hard cock against the anus. He liked the feel
and prepared to insert. The first thrust was hard. His cock felt funny
with the tight muscles pinching tightly around it. But it felt good! He
humped the boy's bum while holding onto his shoulders. After five minutes,
he was ready to cum. He increased his tempo and blasted his load into the
boy. He was out of breath and rested his chest and head on the boy's back.
Wow, what a feeling. No wonder why his father liked to fuck young butts!
He cock eventually shriveled up and he pulled out. His father walked in
and pulled down his tight jeans. His ten-inch cock caused a great deal of
pain for the boy. Once he launched his load, he left as quickly as he
came. Trevor reinserted his cock, which slid in much easier this time. He
humped Casey for thirty minutes, shooting three smaller loads. Yes, he
would have to do this more often. He realized that the smaller the boy,
the tighter the ass would be. Now he would have to kidnap a young boy.



Trevor moved his victim back to the wood framed bed and tied him up
again. Casey's genitals still stuck out of the swimsuit. Trevor pumped
the boy's cock to an erection and licked the tip. Tasty. He spent ten
minutes playing with the rock hard cock, pumping lightly, then hard. He
could see when Casey was ready to cum and stopped. Then he would slowly
pump as precum oozed out. Then hard pumps until the tip exploded. The cum
landed on the boy's stomach and Trevor stuck his tongue out and licked up a
small amount. Salty and creamy. He licked up all of the cum and then
licked the cock clean, running his tongue under the foreskin. Another
first and another reason to continue kidnapping boys.

He retightened the zip ties and tied the ropes to the foot of the bed.
Trevor climbed up on the bed and pulled down his shorts. He aimed his ass
over Casey's crotch and grabbed his cock, poking it at his anus. His spit
was still on the cock, so he figured that would be enough lube. The cock
went in slowly and then he put all of his weight on the cock. He bounced
his butt up and down until he could feel a small amount of cum shoot into
him. He lay back, resting his head on the footer of the bed and stretched
his feet around Casey's head. He was enjoying himself immensely this time
around. He closed his eyes and fell asleep, the cock still loosely in his
butt.

Casey wiggled, trying to adjust the weight pressing on him, but it was
useless. His cock and balls were being crushed. Within a short time, he
too fell asleep, dreaming of the day he would be released from his captors.

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Chapter 283





Almost too exhausted after her bout with Dee Dee even
to contemplate a weekend with Sara, Laura nevertheless
allowed herself to surrender to Sara's considerable charms
and spent a very happy two days, without once recalling her
paroxysms of pleasure in the bed of Sara's younger sister.
Actually, the Widow Harper's bed, she reminded herself with
a grin. And half-sister, she again corrected herself on
Monday as she recalled the prologue to her weekend,
unwilling to concede that she had in any way completely
betrayed Sara's trust. Actually, sleeping with Sara, with
whom she shared a sweet, patient, undemanding love, was in a
way a relief after the way she and Dee Dee had flogged each
other's fatigued bodies into one last orgasm, then another
last one, then yet another, until neither could come another
time.

Most of the next week passed without incident, which
puzzled Laura a little when she realized that Joy had not
been ringing her doorbell right and left, trying to snare an
invitation to an evening of exuberant sex. Helping Joy
climax fully, the way she was truly capable of doing, had
had the unfortunate side effect of turning her into a little
slut for love. She pestered Laura more than ever. And yet,
she had not been seen for days now. For the first few days
this was fine with Laura, who felt too tired to think of it,
but by Wednesday evening she was beginning to miss the
little tease. She even found herself looking out her front
window and down the block to Joy's condo, absently wondering
if she were home, if she, Laura, should toddle down there
and ring Joy's bell for a change.

It was then that she saw a young girl with raven-black
hair, whose skin was also much darker than Joy's rich
caramel, and who was shorter than Joy too, climbing the
steps with Joy's dog Java on a leash behind her, and
unlocking the door. Oh god, Laura thought, I'll bet I know
who that is!

For a few moments she was torn between running down
there and knocking on the door, or inventing some pretext to
go out to her car, as if she were retrieving something she
had forgotten. She couldn't just stand here and let Carmela
get away. She couldn't see very much of the girl in the
twilight, and so far away, especially since Carmela had
quickly disappeared into Joy's condo and shut the door
behind her and the dog. But what she could see told her
that Carmela was if anything even more fetching than Joy.

God, do you realize that you sound like some perverted
lecher? Standing here behind the curtain, spying on this
nubile young thing down the street? Why don't you just
march down there and knock and say you thought Joy was home?

She realized that she was moving toward the door before
she had even consciously made up her mind to follow through
on this plan. Her keys, which she always dropped on a small
table by the door, were already in her hand. She was down
the street and rapping on Joy's door before she could change
her mind.

An absolutely ravishing young girl answered it, the
same girl she had watched going in with the dog. Her black
eyes sparkled. She had a wide, sensual mouth and a smile
that was both saucy and friendly at the same time, a smile
that quickly became more knowing as she looked at Laura.

"Oh god, you must be Carmela," Laura blurted out,
feeling herself blush a little at the same time.

She realized that this embarrent came from having
lusted for Carmela as she was standing back behind the
curtain in her own living room, spying on her, but that
right now it simply appeared to be the effects of a quite
charming surprise.

Carmela beamed even more now. "And you must be Laura!
Joy's friend."

Laura smiled. "No, you're Joy's friend. I'm Joy's
neighbor."

"Right!"

They both laughed. When Carmela laughed she tilted her
head back slightly, revealing to Laura the smooth dark skin
of her throat and her flawless neck. She was indeed gasp-
lovely, Laura realized. One second they were laughing, the
next they were staring at each other, uncomfortable,
wondering what to say next, both of them a little nervous.

"Is . . . is she here?" Laura asked innocently, though
she knew Joy was not there or she would have seen her long
ago.

Carmela shook her head. "Joy's dad made her go down
and spend a few days with her mother in San Jose. She had
to get special permission from school and everything. I
think he had to fly out of the country and didn't want her
here alone while he was gone. I've been feeding and walking
Java while she's away."

This stopped Laura cold. She didn't know how to
continue. Could she just say, Why don't you come down to my
place and we'll get to know each other better? Carmela
seemed to sense her confusion and opened the screen door
slightly. Laura stepped back. Carmela slipped out through
the gap, still holding the screen door open.

"I was just leaving . . . but I forgot to scoop up the
poop," Carmela grinned. "Maybe you can stay here and watch
him while I run down with this scooper and get it."

Laura glanced down and saw a brown paper bag and small
plastic shovel in one of Carmela's hands. She had not
noticed it until now.

"I'd be happy to," Laura said. "Where is it?"

"Down in that little grassy area behind the visitor
parking spaces," Carmela smiled brightly. "I'll only be a
sec."

Laura watched her as she descended the steps and walked
down the street. Carmela had a thicker, more conventionally
curvaceous body than Joy, whose incredibly long slender
waist was fairly rare, and whose bottom was not nearly so
round and swelling as Carmela's. The tight jeans she wore
with their low, hip-hugging waistline, made watching her ass
sway as she walked a sweet torment to Laura.

She realized that she was doing the same thing right
now that she had been doing moments ago in the privacy of
her own condo: staring at Carmela with undisguised hunger.
Only now she was doing it in broad daylight-really twilight,
thank god-where any of the neighbors could glimpse her.
Quickly, she turned her gaze away from the girl and went
inside.

Carmela returned in under two minutes, clutching the
paper bag and holding it out from her body as if it were
radioactive. "This is the part I don't like," she said,
making a face. "I like Java . . . but I don't like this."

"I can't say I blame you."

"Wait a minute . . . let me get rid of this stuff."

Carmela went to the back door to dispose of the waste.
She smiled at Laura ambiguously as she returned, realizing
that there was some unspoken business between them. Laura
realized there was no way Carmela could not know Joy had
slept with Laura. Joy wasn't the secretive type.

"I wish I could stay and talk," Carmela said, "but my
Mom is expecting me. Up the hill, you know, where I live?"
She nodded in the direction of Twin Peaks. "In fact, I even
borrowed my brother's car, and I have to get it back to him.
If I don't get right back up there, they might get worried."

"I understand," Laura smiled at her, walking out as
Carmela held open the door.

She waited on the steps while Carmela locked up. The
more she looked at Carmela's face, into her sparkling, shiny
black eyes, the more she wanted to grab her, to seize her,
and kiss her ravenously. There was something about Carmela
that made you want to do that instantly. She was not like
Joy, flirting and making sassy, suggestive conversation.
Carmela was straightforward and gorgeous and healthy and
sexy and young and clean and enchantingly black and
beautiful, and Laura wanted her suddenly and desperately.
She was filled with sorrow that Carmela had to rush off.

"I wish you could stay, too," she said quietly. "Joy
told me about you. She . . . really likes you."

Now Carmela gave her a devilish, wicked little glance
from the side. "She really likes you too," she said. "A
lot."

"Oh well," Laura sighed. "Maybe tomorrow."

Carmela broke into a sudden and friendly grin. "Of
course. Tomorrow. Well, I've got to skiddaddle. Sorry.
See you then. If you hear Java barking, give me a call."

"I don't have your number."

"Oh god, you're right. 267-4371. Can you remember
that? Go in and write it down." She waved to Laura as she
walked to Joy's driveway and got into the sporty dark blue
Pontiac that was parked there. Her brother's car. She
started it up and waved again to Laura as she drove off.

Laura sighed and returned to her condo, glumly locking
the door behind her, trying to be philosophical. I guess I
expected her to be more interested, she thought. After what
Joy must've told her. Do you suppose she didn't tell her?
I mean tell her everything?

She soon tired of stewing this way in her own juices
and went to take a shower. She was wearing only her pink
terrycloth bathrobe and had a towel wrapped turban-style
around her head when her doorbell rang.

"Oh shit. Who can that be?" she thought, turning off
the shower, which she had just turned on.

She knew it couldn't be Joy, who would be the usual
culprit. She went to the door and peeped through the
security hole. It was Carmela. She was smiling directly up
into the spy hole that Laura was peeping through, her lovely
face all grotesque and distorted by the small lens. She
raised one hand and waved it at Laura, who quickly unlocked
and opened the door.

"You're back."

"I know," Carmela laughed. "I'm sorry, I guess I
should have called."

Laura opened the door wider, in invitation for her to
enter. "You don't have my number either," she smiled.

Carmela popped inside quickly. "I know," Carmela
chuckled, skipping right over the implications. "Gosh, you
were taking a bath. Maybe I better leave."

"A shower," Laura corrected. "It's okay, I hadn't got
in yet."

She wanted to add: Maybe you'd like to strip and join
me, darling. But she controlled the urge. She didn't
really know Carmela at all, except through whatever Joy had
said about her, and didn't want to scandalize her too
quickly.

"My Mom was already gone," Carmela said in explanation.
"And my brother Andrew was leaving with a buddy of his. He
said I could borrow his car tonight. So . . . well, I
thought . . . you know . . ."

Laura smiled. You are mine, darling. "I know," she
said, bemused.

"Look, I can leave, if I'm intruding," Carmela said
quickly. "I don't want you to think I . . ."

"Don't be silly. I'm glad you came. Can I get you a
coke or something?"

Carmela shook her head. Her shiny, raven-black hair
was shoulder-length and swished around her neck. In
addition to the tight, low-waist jeans she wore a loose
velour gold top that made her dark smooth skin look
especially rich and chocolate-creamy.

So . . . here we are, Laura thought, puzzled. How was
she to proceed? Carmela had refused a coke. Laura had been
about to get in the shower. They were stuck here, unable to
move forward, staring uncomfortably at each other, knowing
what the agenda was but puzzled about how to advance it.

"I should go," Carmela finally said, very nervous.

"Oh no," Laura said quickly. "Here . . . sit down. I
want to talk to you."

Carmela smiled and sat where Laura had been patting her
hand, on the white sofa, the one on which Laura had
pleasured so many of her darlings. Laura sat across from
her in an easy chair. She saw Carmela's eyes dart to her
bare, tawny thighs where the skirts of the bathrobe fell
open, then dart back to her face, as if embarrassed to be
looking.

"Why?" She saw Laura's confusion. "Why? Do you want
to talk to me?"

Laura pulled the bathrobe closed slowly, looking at
Carmela's eyes, wanting the girl to see that she had seen
Carmela looking. She smiled at her.

"You're Joy's friend. You're beautiful. I thought
maybe we should know each other better."

Laura wondered whether she should have stuck in the
'beautiful' part. It was true, of course, but she wondered
if she were being a little too forward. She didn't want to
scare Carmela away, which it appeared she had almost done
already. Carmela picked it up quickly.

"Beautiful?" She sparkled. "Do you really think so?"

She tilted her head almost imperceptibly but enough to
make her raven-black hair shimmer and the light lick her
delicious dark brown skin. She had the most even and
sparkling white teeth Laura thought she had seen in ages.
The curve of her young breasts under her velour top was also
alluring as she twisted nervously in pleasure over Laura's
compliments.

"I do."

"I wish I was as beautiful as you. Joy told me you
were. I thought she might be exaggerating. But she
wasn't."

"Gosh, we're a regular mutual admiration society,
aren't we," Laura deadpanned.

"You know, I don't like coke, but I would take a
cigarette, if you have one. I'm not supposed to smoke, but
once in a while I really like one."

"I'm sorry, I don't smoke. But I haven't eaten yet.
Maybe you'd like to stay for dinner."

Carmela shook her head, squirming a little. "I'm not
hungry."

God, I am, Laura thought. I would die to take you in
my arms, you sweetie. I want to kiss you all over your
body.

"I'd better go so you can take your shower," Carmela
said, starting to get up.

"Please don't," Laura said, rising herself before
Carmela could stand up. "I don't want you to go. Please.
Can I sit here?"

She sat down on the white sofa too, not too close to
Carmela, but not at the other end either.

"Are you sure you want me to stay? I interrupted your
shower. And you haven't even had your dinner."

Laura brushed aside these objections. "I can eat any
time." Now she let her eyes glow and pulse a little to
reveal to Carmela how she was feeling, trying to coax
Carmela to give in and feel the same way. She knew Carmela
had not come back down the hill merely to indulge in some
coy conversation. "Your cheek is so smooth," Laura said
softly. "May I touch it?"

Carmela's black eyes sparkled. She seemed thrilled to
be the center of Laura's attention this way. "Sure. If you
want to."

"I want to," Laura breathed, feeling her eyelids grow
heavier.

Carmela positively twinkled. It was as if no one had
ever praised her this way, and she couldn't get enough.
Laura was fascinated by the thought that this girl was not
like Joy at all, not brash and sassy and seductive in her
sweet, pushy teenager way. From what Joy had told her about
how the two of them had wound up in bed, Laura had assumed
that Carmela had been the aggressor. Carmela had put her
arm around Joy to comfort her, and they had ended up
kissing, then fucking.

Now Laura wondered if Joy had been telling her the
truth. Carmela was almost shy, and tickled to her very core
by being the center of Laura's obviously sexual attentions.
Laura scooted over closer to her on the sofa. Gracefully,
she lifted one hand and ran the backs of her knuckles gently
across one of Carmela's black cheeks. Carmela almost froze,
not stiff or frightened but very immobile, as if stunned as
well as excited by this tender caress.

Laura, her eyes smoking now, ran the knuckle of her
forefinger lightly across Carmela's sensual lips. Carmela
looked down at Laura's knuckle on her mouth, then up into
Laura's eyes again. Slowly, she raised one hand to Laura's
and coiled her slender black fingers around it, holding
Laura's knuckle steady and then moving her lips against it,
all the while never letting her eyes leave Laura's.

The erotic undercurrents in the room were suddenly
almost too much to bear. Laura could almost hear her own
hot blood hammering through her body as she tried to remain
calm, and she could feel Carmela's warm breath accelerating
against her finger. She realized that the turban towel in
which she had wrapped her hair was coming loose and about to
fall precipitously either between them or around her
shoulders. With her free hand she groped for it, unwilling
to tear her eyes from Carmela's, which were now murky and
questioning.

But Carmela knew what she was doing, had probably seen
it coming loose first, and she smiled and reached up for it
too. The heavy towel fell onto their arms, and as they
tried to brush it to the side, where it would fall against
the back of the sofa, their faces came even closer together.
Laura's knuckle dropped from Carmela's lips, and as her head
came back around from watching the towel fall her mouth
brushed Carmela's.

Almost immediately they were kissing, their mouths
moving together, opening eagerly, their tongues coiling and
slithering, wet and hungry. There were no romantic
preliminaries. However, Laura did not touch Carmela as they
kissed, except to raise her fingertips once more to the
girl's amazingly soft cheek.

They paused in their kiss long enough for Laura to look
into her shiny black eyes again. "Can you stay for a
while?" she whispered.

"I think so . . ." Carmela whispered back, her sensual
lips parted, her pink tongue showing. "I think I like
this."

Laura moved even closer now, enveloping the girl in her
arms and digging her fingers through the gold velour into
the firm resilient flesh of Carmela's back. She kissed her
more hungrily than ever this time, driving her tongue deeply
into Carmela's open mouth and feeling Carmela respond by
stabbing back with her own, and clutching Laura's flesh too
through her bathrobe.

"Mmmm, I like it too," Laura purred, now caressing the
same amazingly smooth cheek she had been touching earlier
with her fingertips with her lips, moving them down and in
to Carmela's smooth black neck.

"Oooohhh!" Carmela erupted in shivers and peals of
laughter and gasps. "God, that tickles and feels so good!"

Laura made sure it was not going to tickle this time by
sucking the flesh of her neck sharply instead, not hard
enough to leave a mark, but enough to make Carmela's shivers
turn quickly to strong undulations, and her squeals turn to
low, sensual moans.

"Ahhnnnnn! Ohnnnn! Oh god . . . oh god, Laura, that
feels so good!"

Laura's lips reached her ear, and she took the whole
thing into her warm, wet mouth, slithering her tongue into
the center. Carmela whimpered and twisted in her arms,
mewling and panting more rapidly. Laura now had her hands
under the velour top, and her own bathrobe was coming open
too. She was almost chewing Carmela's wet ear passionately,
and Carmela was twisting and going wild.

"Unh! Oh! Unhhhh! Oh god . . . Laura . . ."

"Yes . . . honey," Laura breathed into her ear, nipping
the shapely lobe as she lowered her mouth again to Carmela's
neck. "Do you want me to stop?"

"Oh, no," Carmela panted, twisting in Laura's embrace.
"Oh god, it's making me so hot."

Laura kissed her neck and her throat, moving her hands
up Carmela's warm, smooth back underneath her top, kneading
the flesh under her shoulderblades. She kissed her jaw, her
cheek, her mouth again, a sharp, searing, demanding kiss.
Laura was almost afraid of her own quick hunger for this
girl and how suddenly it had consumed her and flowed out
onto Carmela's lovely, twisting body.

"I want you . . . I want you . . ." she panted almost
deliriously into Carmela's open mouth as she kissed her
passionately.

"Oh god, Laura . . . I want you too!" Carmela gasped,
now for the first time getting her own hands under the
gaping fabric of Laura's bathrobe, cupping Laura's naked
breasts with them and squeezing.

"Come with me into the bedroom. It's more comfortable
in there."

"Yes," Carmela said, obediently, rising from the sofa
as Laura gave her a hand up.

They held hands, Carmela trailing close behind, as they
went down the short hallway to Laura's bedroom. There Laura
drew her over to the bed. She was taller than Carmela, who
looked up to her, her black eyes glistening, her mouth
parted to reveal her fantastic even white teeth and the tip
of her pink tongue. She looked both expectant and somehow
shy, as if overwhelmed by this sudden physical desire Laura
was displaying.

"It makes me so horny when you look at me that way,"
Carmela smiled, speaking softly.

"What way?"

"The way you're looking at me right now. God, it makes
me wet."

"Mmmm, we might have to do something about that," Laura
smiled and murmured.

Knowing that Carmela was captivated-as she was, too-by
the exciting sexual magic of this moment, Laura slowly
removed her bathrobe, letting Carmela's eyes slide down over
her naked body. Ordinarily she was not such an
exhibitionist, but lately, especially with Brad and with
Amber, who both seemed bewitched by her body in a way that
made Laura reawaken to her sheer physical appeal, she had
become more aware of her ability to inspire urgent lust
herself. And she could now see it in Carmela's shiny black
eyes.

This darling girl wants to fuck me as much as I want to
fuck her, she realized.

Instead of speaking, Carmela reached out and ran her
slender black fingers along Laura's collarbone to her
shoulder, then back to her throat and down between her naked
breasts.

"You are so beautiful," she said softly. "Joy told me
you were . . . but I didn't think you were this beautiful."

Laura took Carmela's wrist in her own fingers and moved
the girl's hand sideways to one of her breasts, placing
Carmela's palm firmly on top of it. At the same time she
slid her other hand up under Carmela's soft velour top, this
time in front, letting it come to rest on one of Carmela's
warm, springy little globes. She squeezed.

"Let's take everything off," she whispered.

Carmela nodded and helped Laura, who was already naked,
undress her. She raised her arms, and Laura pulled the gold
velour top over her head. Carmela, of course, was a
masterpiece, her flesh young and gleaming and black and
firm, and Laura wanted to fall on and devour her naked upper
body immediately but purposely summoned her self-control
long enough to help Carmela slip out of her jeans and
panties. Oh god, the rest of her is gorgeous too! she
realized. Honey, you must be to die for in your little
cheerleader's outfit.

Unlike her friend Joy, whose body was wildly desirable
but unconventionally shaped-very long in the waist, long,
very thin legs, high uptilted round breasts, modestly curved
bottom-Carmela was beautifully proportioned. She was a few
inches shorter than either Laura or Joy, but her legs were
beautifully formed, her thighs full and hard, her calves
gracefully curved. Her breasts were not as unusually round
as Joy's but instead more gourd-shaped, very firm, and
perfectly proportioned to the rest of her body, not too
small, not too big, with large puffy nipples the color of
light molasses. And she had a much fleshier and more out-
curved ass than Joy's. It was not the equal of Dee
Dee's-few were-but it was nonetheless delectable, and Laura
could not take her eyes off it.

Carmela saw her looking and smiled in a pleased, self-
satisfied way. "You like?" She turned it even further
toward Laura so that Laura could take it in fully.

"Joy didn't tell me you were this beautiful either,"
Laura said softly. "I guess she wanted to keep us a secret
from each other."

Carmela bubbled over with uncontrollable laughter at
this. "I guess we'll show her, right?" she laughed.

Her marvelous firm breasts swayed and jiggled slightly
as she laughed, a sight that made a sharp, hot arrow of lust
shoot through Laura's body. Come here, my darling, and let
Laura kiss you everywhere all over your body, Laura let her
eyes telegraph to Carmela, holding out her hand, beckoning
her toward the bed.

Together they stretched out on it, facing each other.
Laura ran her fingertips along the delicious curve of
Carmela's hip up to her waist. Then she let her hand slide
into the small of Carmela's back and pulled her closer,
close enough so that their breasts brushed and their nipples
touched. Both of them looked down, and Carmela even took
one of her breasts in her hand and guided her nipple into
Laura's, just so they could feel the sweet sensation.

"God . . . I love that," she murmured, very faintly.

"Mmmm, I love this even more," Laura purred, nuzzling
her smooth black shoulder and kissing all the warm smooth
flesh between it and her neck. "And this," she breathed,
kissing her throat, then her flawless upper chest. "And
this . . ." she continued, moving her lips down to the upper
slopes of Carmela's breasts.

By now her mouth was so close that it took only a small
motion for Carmela to lift her breast just a little, and for
Laura to open her lips and take the girl's round, puffy
nipple inside. For some reason Laura felt marvelously warm
and relaxed with Carmela, in no way overcome by sharp
urgency, instead calm and sublimely at ease, her mouth
luxuriating slowly in the pleasure of having Carmela's
thick, soft, pulpy nipple inside it.

She didn't even suck it for a minute, instead letting
the thick, silky wet bulb just rest there in her mouth,
letting her tongue press against it and feel the erectile
tissue grow taut and excited. If she moved her tongue back
a little, she could feel the harder center nub of Carmela's
large nipple pushing up from the surrounding puffed flesh
and pressing into it. These sensations filled Laura's body
with warm happiness and sexual throbbing, but what they did
to Carmela was even more intense.

At first she watched, looking down at her nipple in
Laura's mouth, waiting for Laura to suck, then half-swooning
as she felt only Laura's tongue moving over her excited
bulb. She quivered, then moaned softly.

"Ohhhhhh . . . Laura . . ."

Now Laura began to suck, but only a little, very slowly
and gently. I could really get into this, she thought, now
sliding her hands up to hold both of Carmela's firm young
breasts, brushing aside Carmela's own hand. These are so
beautiful. I just want to lie here and kiss and suck them
forever.

"Do you like that?" she murmured, already knowing the
answer.

"Yes . . ." Carmela gasped, breathing harder now. "You
can . . . do it even harder, if you want to."

"Oh, I do . . . but not yet. First I want to explore
every inch of these."

She proceeded to do this by licking both of Carmela's
exquisite puffy nipples and kissing the springy, hard flesh
of each breast, even the valley between them, then running
her lips underneath to the bulging bottoms, then back up to
one plump nipple, again sucking it into her mouth. Carmela
watched every move and gnawed her lower lip when Laura
finally sucked her nipple again into her mouth.

"Oh god. Please do it a little harder," she panted
softly.

Laura could feel the girl's fingers digging through her
hair into her scalp before she even realized that Carmela's
hands had touched her head.

"Mmmm, you really do like it, don't you."

"Hhhhh! Hhhhh! Yes! Please . . . harder. A little .
. . harder. Yes! Unhhh!"

Nothing like sucking a lovely girl's breasts to turn
her into putty in your hands, Laura reflected, smiling,
raising the heat level a little by sucking harder and
squeezing too. By now Laura was moving back and forth from
one shiny, swollen nipple to the other, giving each a long,
sweetly passionate suck before returning to the other one,
content almost to do this forever, she was getting such warm
pleasure from it. Carmela's young, naked breasts were very
beautiful, the centers of her nipples now protruding
further, growing harder, and she too was enjoying Laura's
skillful ministrations, learned through years of making love
to other equally beautiful breasts.

I'll bet it's making her really wet, Laura realized,
now pinching Carmela's wet, molasses-colored, stiffening
nipples in her fingers between sucks, making the girl wince
and whimper excitedly. Carmela writhed and squirmed,
rolling half onto her back, with Laura half on top, her
hands still holding Laura's head, as if she were afraid
Laura would stop sucking her nipples, which was making her
moan and pant almost hysterically.

"Is it making you wet?" Laura whispered.

"Ooonnuummmgghh! Oh god yes! Ahhnnnn! Oh! God,
Laura, you've got me so hot!"

For a moment, Laura left Carmela's wet, excited breasts
and slid up her body a little so that she could kiss her
again. She kissed her neck, her smooth round shoulders, her
cheek, her mouth, hungrily, still holding her breasts in her
hands and squeezing them. Carmela's shiny black eyes were
pulsing and roiling with hot need.

"Can I lick your pretty pussy?" Laura whispered,
nipping her delicious black earlobe.

Carmela nodded, her expression suggesting that she
could hardly believe it had taken this long for Laura to get
around to it. She nodded again, more rapidly. "Please."

Laura started her descent. Again, she was in no hurry.
Carmela had a beautiful, smooth, dark naked body, and Laura
wanted to linger over every part of it. This time she
avoided Carmela's luscious young breasts, but only
momentarily, circling them with her lips, kissing the upper
ripples of Carmela's ribs and then the smooth expanse of her
midriff in the middle, then sliding her mouth up again
between the two gorgeous mounds and cradling them in her
palms and again sucking Carmela's nipples, this time
sharply, more passionately than before, sucking them almost
down her throat.

"Mmmnnnn! Oh! Oh!" Carmela gasped, now twisting so
violently in the sheets that Laura was afraid they were
getting ahead of themselves.

Maybe she's one of those lucky girls who can come this
way, Laura thought, suddenly tempering the passion of her
breast-rape, realizing that there was plenty of time to
explore that possibility. Tonight she wanted this girl's
sweet, wet, warm, black-and-pink pussy. I want to push my
face right into it, she thought. I want to stick my tongue
up into it so deep that she feels the tip of it tickling the
back of her throat.

"Oh honey, you have such a beautiful body," she purred
to Carmela as she kissed her way down the girl's taut,
heaving stomach to her glistening, curly black patch, then
skipped briefly over it and came face to face with Carmela's
exquisite little puckered pussy, all creamy and inflamed and
gaping for her. "Oh god, and such a beautiful pussy."

"Ohhhh! Oh!" Carmela gasped as Laura began to run the
tip of her tongue along the swollen edges of her cunt.

Laura was well aware that she tended to idolize every
beautiful vagina she came into contact with, making it,
temporarily at least, in her mind the most gorgeous and
perfect one she had ever seen or tasted. It was no
different with Carmela's, a small, well-shaped, shell-like
quim with a fiery red interior. Immediately after licking
the edges, Laura slid her tongue directly into the center of
it.

"Annngghhh!" Carmela groaned, writhing and straining
suddenly, her back arching as she relished this penetration.
"Ohhnnnnn god!"

Then she relaxed again and fell back to the mattress.
With her thumbs Laura gently pushed up the little hood at
the top of Carmela's pussy to expose the swollen, small,
bronze-tinted seed of the girl's excited clitoris. Oh, I'm
going to lick and suck this beauty, and you're going to go
wild, girl, she thought, slowly licking the interior of
Carmela's creaming, sweetly tangy pussy but also raising her
tongue up a the same time toward its tiny target.

"Oh! Oh! Oh, I'm going to come!" Carmela suddenly
gasped.

Before Laura knew what was happening, Carmela's fingers
were scrabbling around her bare shoulders and looping under
her armpits, pulling Laura up, pulling her away from
Carmela's groin. The look in her eyes was desperate.

"Oh Laura . . . do me like you did Joy!" she panted,
half hysterical with sex need. "You know . . . with your
pussy. Like you did her. We tried it, but it didn't work.
We couldn't come. But . . ."

But she knows she can come now, Laura thought, smiling
warmly. She knows if I blow in her ear she'll come. She'll
come if I even pinch her delectable bottom. Anything will
make her come. She knows it.

"Oh honey . . . you can come," Laura reassured her
softly. "You can come now . . . here . . . just move this
way a little . . . leg up . . . that's it . . ."

In two seconds Laura had slipped one leg under
Carmela's and scooted forward on the mattress so that their
wet, open cunts were just inches apart. Knowing that the
sensation Carmela was looking for was not simple humping and
grinding but the actual mating of their hot, squirmy cunt
flesh, she reached down with one hand to spread her pussy
lips with her fingers.

"Now . . . do what I do, honey . . ." she coached.

She knew it hardly mattered since Carmela's pussy was
already aflame, gaping and receptive. But the more exposed,
hot, wet flesh they could press together, the more wonderful
it would be, she knew, for both of them.

"That's it . . . hold it open . . . just a little . . .
that's it . . . oh yesssss . . ."

"Mnnnnhhhh!" Carmela gasped, and her eyes rolled up
briefly as they made contact, the hot, squinchy meat of
their exposed cunts coming together.

It was indeed an electrifying moment, and Laura could
feel her body sag too with thrilling sexual sensations, then
grow taut and hungry again, almost immediately. The feeling
of Carmela's warm, slippery, raw, wet inner cunt flesh
against hers was so sweet and intense that she could hardly
bear it and wondered if it had ever felt this good with
anybody else.

Carmela was almost delirious, gnawing her lower lip,
her black eyes glowing as she obediently gyrated her hips
slowly in response to Laura's movements. Her eyes gazed
worshipfully at Laura, and she quivered and twisted, her
firm breasts lolling and swaying as Laura began to twist
back and move her wet pussy against Carmela's. She realized
that she too was so aroused that she would also come
quickly. Just looking at Carmela's luscious, gleaming,
black, naked body while she rubbed her hot pussy against the
girl's smoldering wet honey pit was nearly enough to make
her come instantly, without delay.

"Mmmnnn! Mnnnnn . . . nnnggeee!" she suddenly heard
herself keening and humming, realizing that she was quickly
going out of control herself, grinding her cunt into
Carmela's more urgently, gasping, feeling Carmela's hot wet
pussy sliding against her own and knowing that the climax
was near for both of them.

"Oh yes . . . Laura . . . oh yes!" Carmela panted,
suddenly gyrating her pelvis more rapidly, her lovely young
breasts now swirling in tight circles, her thick dark
nipples shiny and swollen, seemingly more bulbous and shiny
than before, tempting candy for Laura's mouth. But she
could not let them distract her from the finish line, which
was near for them both.

"Oh baby . . . yes! Fuck me with your pussy . . . fuck
me with your pussy . . ." Laura chanted to her, knowing that
hot words often propelled most everyone, certainly her, over
the top. "Oh yes . . . fuck me . . . fuck me harder . . .
ohhhhhh!"

The last few seconds were a total chaos of wild panting
and surging hips as they pumped each other into a furious,
cataclysmic explosion of coming. Laura didn't even know
when it began, when Carmela began to come, when she herself
began to come. First they were thrusting and whimpering and
keening and moaning semi-hysterically, then they were both
convulsed by killing spasms and gasping and shrieking
unbelievably.

Their loud, exuberant, half-d, intermingled
screaming and whinnying filled Laura's bedroom, so that
Laura could not differentiate her own cries from Carmela's
as they thrashed about together, their groins gyrating
together, their bodies twisting and flexing and throbbing,
in the crumpled sheets.

"Auunnnn . . . auunnnnnggghhh!" Laura heard herself
moaning in a harsh, guttural way, at first so blasted by her
own orgasm that she could do nothing but grunt and pant and
die. The hot, scarifying jolts ripped through her
shuddering flesh. "Auunnnn . . . auunnnnnggghhh!"

Carmela was similarly overwhelmed but quickly recovered
her breath and cried out in sharp ecstasy. "Annnggghhh!
Ohhnnmmggnniieee! Unggh! Oh god . . . oh god Laura
annngghhhhh!"

They thrashed and groaned for several more seconds
before the spasms began to weaken, and their labored
breathing grew more even, punctuated by fewer uncontrollable
sighs and moans. Carmela's body went slack, and Laura took
the opportunity to disentangle their limbs and swarm up over
her luscious, shiny black flesh, now glowing with the thin
film of sweat that such vigorous fucking had caused. She
licked the sweat off Carmela's sweet body, running her
tongue along the middle of Carmela's hard stomach up to the
valley between her scrumptious breasts, then licking them
too, licking her dark nipples hungrily, then licking her way
up across her collarbones to her face.

"Oh god, you are heaven to fuck," she whispered to the
girl, slithering her tongue immediately into Carmela's
mouth, still slack and half-open from her crushing ecstasy.

They kissed for nearly a minute, but not the hungry,
feverish kiss they had shared earlier. This kiss was slow
and sweet and tender.

Carmela's eyelids fluttered as she seemed finally to
come back to life. "God . . . you made me come . . . so
hard. When Joy and I tried that, we couldn't come. We had
to go back to our usual way." She stared wonderingly up
into Laura's eyes, her own black eyes shiny and wide and
unbelieving.

Laura kissed her nose. "You made me come too. Just
looking at you makes me come."

Carmela's eyes widened even further. "Really?"

"I think you're so lovely," Laura murmured, kissing her
nose again, then her mouth again. "I hope you don't have to
go home yet."

Carmela smiled and shook her head. "There's nobody
home at my house. My dad works nights. I would be scared,
actually, to be there alone."

"I have an idea," Laura said. "I was going to take a
shower. Why don't you take one with me?" She lowered her
voice and her eyelids playfully. "It's so much fun to fuck
in the shower, don't you think?"

"God, I've never done it! Are we going to make it
again? So soon?"

Laura was captivated. She nuzzled Carmela's lovely
damp neck, nipping it, sucking it. "We can do it again
right here if you don't want to get wet," she purred.

"I think getting wet sounds like fun," Carmela panted
softly. "God, you make me so horny, Laura. Joy and I
usually don't do it more than once. Maybe twice . . .
sometimes. But with you . . . I just feel like I want to do
it a million times!"

Ummm, so do I, darling, Laura mused. If it's anything
like that last one, we have a great future together. She
slid off the bed, which was a disaster area after their
vigorous, athletic fucking, the sheets and mattress pad all
rilled and matted and crumpled. That's what you get for
making it with a cheerleader, Laura told herself. This girl
is strong.

She tugged Carmela after her with one hand. "Come
along in here with me. I can't wait to get you all soapy
and slippery."

Carmela stood patiently beside Laura while Laura got
the shower going.

"You want to cover up your hair so it doesn't get all
wet?" Laura asked her as she wound a towel turban-style
around her own.

"I . . . guess so," Carmela grinned as Laura handed her
a towel.

Laura knew from experience that it probably wouldn't
matter. If they fucked as energetically in the shower as
they had just done on the bed, the towels would be sopping
wet on the floor in minutes.

"Here, I'll help," Laura said, winding the towel around
Carmela's shiny black hair.

Carmela placed one hand on Laura's naked body. "God,
look at our skin together," she said, in awe. "It's so
beautiful. You're not really white, you're more like . . .
you know what peach frozen yogurt looks like? You look
peach. It look so great against me."

She pressed the palm of her hand into Laura's naked
breast, cupping and squeezing it.

"And you don't look black," Laura purred to her,
securing one end of the towel in the folds of the wrap.
"You look like that rich, expensive chocolate, the really
dark kind, that makes you die with pleasure when you put it
in your mouth. You know?"

"I love the way we look together. It makes me just . .
. want to do it again."

She beamed at Laura, who noticed that the tendrils of
steam were already rising out of the shower stall. Laura
giggled happily back at her. "Me too. Come in here with
me, my sweet, and let me ravish your beautiful wet body."

She stepped into the shower stall and drew Carmela in
behind her, then shut the glass door. I believe I'm going
to explode with lust for this darling creature, she thought,
running her hands all over Carmela's skin as it quickly
became wet with the warm, streaming water. They kissed with
the warm water drenching them, kissing slowly and
passionately.

As they kissed, they ran their fingertips all over each
other's wet flesh, but not in an urgent, grasping way but
rather very slowly and sensually. Laura was so emotionally
swept up in the moment that she actually closed her eyes as
they kissed-Carmela, too-and had to remind herself to open
them so she could fully enjoy the sight of Carmela's wet
black skin, the silvery water beading on it and running off.
She began to run her mouth up and down from Carmela's neck
to her shoulder and back, licking the warm water up and
sucking it down her throat, sucking the silky wet skin and
flesh too.

"I want to swallow you the way I'm swallowing this
water," she murmured, sucking one whole black ear into her
mouth and slithering her tongue deeply into it.

"Oohhnnnn!" Carmela sagged in her arms.

Laura pushed her back a little against the tile wall so
that she wouldn't fall. Still frenching Carmela's ear, she
pushed her own wet body into the girl's, dropping one hand
to Carmela's firm, wonderful young breasts, tweaking her
thick nipples with her fingers. The steam filled their
lungs, and the crashing water made Carmela's moans even more
d as they echoed off the walls of the shower stall.
God, I really am going to ravish her, I wasn't kidding!
Laura realized as she consumed Carmela's wet, shiny black
flesh in a hot frenzy, squeezing and licking and sucking it,
lowering her mouth again to the girl's marvelous breasts and
swollen caramel nipples.

It had been a long time since she had been naked in the
shower with a beautiful girl-who was it: Jane, Ada?-and she
was nearly overcome by the aesthetic thrill of Carmela's
delicious young wet slippery body under her mouth and hands.
She wanted to touch and lick and suck every inch of it. She
restrained herself from instantly sinking to her knees and
pressing her mouth into Carmela's exquisite young pussy
because she wanted all of her body, all of it.

She sucked Carmela's wet, large, stiff nipples until
Carmela was whimpering and gurgling, then turned her around
by the shoulders so that she was facing the wall and Laura
could kiss every delectable part of her wet back. She began
by slipping her arms under Carmela's, embracing her from
behind, pressing her own wet breasts and hard nipples into
the shiny wet skin of Carmela's back and cupping Carmela's
firm breasts again with her hands, kissing her neck from the
back, then running her lips down to Carmela's
shoulderblades.

"Ahhnnn!" Carmela moaned, gasping and sighing, sagging
again a little, her head falling back against Laura's
shoulder.

Already the towel around Carmela's hair was coming
loose, but Laura was too busy to readjust it. "I love your
body . . ." she whispered to Carmela as explored the firm
dark flesh of the girl's wet back, trying to make her
clotted, guttural whisper heard above the hot hiss of the
shower water. "I just love your beautiful body, Carmela . .
."

She scissored Carmela's thick nipples between her
fingers and sucked her wet neck.

"Ohhhhhh god . . . Laura! Ummnnnnggggg!"

By now Laura was sliding down, her mouth descending the
beautiful, dark, wet, shiny expanse of Carmela's back,
kissing the firm long muscles, nuzzling the girl's spinal
shallow. Her hands were sliding down the slippery front of
Carmela's body too, from her breasts to her hard stomach and
then to her tight little pubic patch, all beaded with water
droplets. Laura's mouth reached the firm round moons of
Carmela's ass, and she began licking the water off them, and
kissing and sucking them hungrily, letting her fingers in
front dip below Carmela's pubic mound until they found her
oozing, swollen pussy lips.

"Hhhhh!" Carmela gasped, her body jerking forward a
little at this welcome intimacy, and her head falling back
again. She planted her feet farther apart to give Laura
easier access.

Carmela's whole dark body was glistening and shiny with
water, and Laura was deliriously hungry for it, kissing and
stroking and sucking it, maneuvering two fingers up into the
warm, greasy channel of Carmela's flowing pussy, slurping up
the water that ran off her hard round buns. The towel
around her head had come nearly completely unwrapped by now
and was hanging down, one end of it swiping against Laura's
forehead as she passionately devoured Carmela's beautiful
wet bottom and fingerfucked her juicy warm cunt.

"Ungghh . . . ungghhh!" Carmela grunted, nearly
overcome by Laura's sharp sexual attack, slumping back
against the shower wall, pressing her cheek against it with
her eyes tightly shut, as if she would slide down it to the
floor. "Unngghhh . . . ohhhh Laura!"

In the midst of this, with the shower water crashing
and hissing all around them and warm rivulets running off
their naked bodies, their panting almost as loud as the
shower itself, Laura realized that her own towel turban had
come loose and was drooping, soaked and heavy, around her
shoulders. She desperately wanted to eat Carmela's pussy,
so oily and tight and slippery against her probing fingers,
and she hurriedly yanked the towel free from her head, then
did the same to Carmela's, tossing them into the corner.

"Hold on to my shoulders, honey . . ." she gasped to
Carmela, turning her once more so that her back was again to
the wall, then falling quickly to her knees. "Hold onto my
shoulders so you don't fall."

The shower stall was much too small and cramped for
them both to slump to the floor. Laura guided Carmela's
hands onto her own shoulders, then bent and pushed her mouth
directly up into the girl's inflamed, gaping pussy,
slithering her tongue into the warm gooey channel, tasting
Carmela's copious cunt nectars and sucking them down her
throat. She knew this was going to be quick because Carmela
was so aroused and she herself was being so fiercely
aggressive, just grabbing and sucking and eating her in hot
frenzy of need, grabbing Carmela's taut, slippery buns with
her hands and pulling the girl's crotch forcibly into her
mouth, both of them aroused even further by the frantic hot
rivets of the shower water drilling into their flesh.

"Ohhnn! Ohnnn!" Carmela gasped, her fingers digging
into the wet flesh of Laura's shoulders as she undulated her
groin up into Laura's mouth.

Usually Laura was at least patient and skillful, no
matter how consumed by fierce lust, but at this moment she
nearly lost control. Her fingers dug into the round,
resilient, wet flesh of Carmela's beautiful ass, and her
mouth ravished the girl's small, tart-tasting, flooding
cunt, tongue-stabbing the gooey slit and sucking Carmela's
clit so ravenously that Carmela began to come before either
of them knew she would. Suddenly, without warning, Laura
could feel Carmela's body shudder deep within, as if rocked
by a tumultuous inner explosion.

"Unnaaunngghhh!" she groaned in a sharp, stricken tone
of voice, twitching and falling forward onto Laura's
crouched body, as if she were going to collapse.
"Unnaaunngghhh! Ohnnnn shit!"

Laura herself was overcome by a wild jumble of
feelings. The chaos of hot water and steam and noise and
Carmela's sudden whooping and convulsing was fiercely
exciting to her, and she could taste Carmela's discharge of
extra pussy juice flooding her mouth as the girl came hard.
She was also made so wildly horny herself by Carmela's
crushing, exuberant orgasm that she wanted desperately to
thrust one hand between her own flexing thighs and bring
herself off quickly, so that she too could come, climax at
the same time as Carmela, mingle their ecstatic cries
together.

She was prevented from doing this by Carmela's sagging
body, so much heavier now that it was pressing down on her
back. In the aftermath of her powerful, sudden orgasm
Carmela was sagging and drooping so heavily onto Laura that
Laura had to do everything she could to keep them both from
sliding to the floor of the shower stall. At the same time,
Carmela was apparently still coming, or at least skimming
over the abundant aftershocks of her climax. Her dark,
shiny, wet body still twitched and jerked, and she gasped
and whimpered, slumping over Laura's back, her hard thick
nipples rubbing across Laura's wet skin.

"Oh yes . . . honey, oh yes!" Laura panted to her,
maneuvering to push Carmela up so she herself could stand up
again.

She could still feel and taste Carmela's sweet, tart
cunt juices all over her mouth, inside and out. Oh god,
what a sweet girl, and what a sweet pussy! she thought. I
could've kept eating it like that forever. It was over too
fast!

The hot water was still beating against their bodies,
and Laura was again sucking it up as it rolled down
Carmela's shoulders, and her delicious firm breasts. Laura
was still consuming her, running her open mouth all over
Carmela's luscious, shiny black body, squeezing her
resilient young flesh everywhere, pressing her own body into
Carmela's, desperate to come now herself. Oh god . . . oh
god . . . I'm so close! She realized. I want it too!
Honey, I want to come too!

By now Carmela was reviving a little, coming back to
life, and she began running her fingers over Laura's wet
body too, pulling Laura's face up to hers and kissing her
too.

"God, Laura, it was so good," she said softly, so
softly that through the hiss of the shower Laura could
barely hear her. "So good . . . I want you to come, too.
Here . . . let me make you come."

"Oh yes!" Laura whimpered, almost hysterically. "Yes .
. . yes!"

"Here . . . lean back . . . just like you did with me .
. ."

Carmela quickly sank to her knees, intelligently
pulling over the wad of wet towels from the corner of the
shower stall to kneel on. Only at this point did Laura
realize that they were both drenched completely, their hair
matted in wet tangles and twisted into unusual sopping wet
shapes. If anything Carmela looked even more beautiful to
her now, her black hair glistening and glued to her head in
odd swatches, as she crouched in front of Laura's spreading
thighs, looking up at her worshipfully, her pretty dark face
beaded with shower droplets, and clearly ready to give
Laura's pussy the hot treatment Laura had just given hers.

She lowered her eyes to Laura's crotch and carefully
spread away the fluff of Laura's wet pubic hair with her
thumbs.

"Oh Laura, you have such a pretty pink pussy!" she
exclaimed, looking up again briefly and smiling. "I'll bet
it's all ready for my tongue, isn't it."

Laura was already gnawing her lower lip, nearly unable
to stand the tension. She nodded. "God, yes!"

"Oh Laura umnngghhnhhummmm . . ." Carmela said, not
even stopping as she pushed her lips into Laura's inflamed
slit.

"Unhhhh!" Laura grunted softly in shocked pleasure,
having anticipated this but somehow never dreaming it would
be so intense, this feeling of Carmela's sensual lips
against her pussy for the first time.

I've felt this a thousand times, she realized. Why is
it so sweet this time? But Carmela ramped up the tension
very quickly, and all thoughts left Laura's brain as she
surrendered to the almost unbearable pleasure of having her
pussy eaten and her body hurtle toward a quick, scorching
climax.

Carmela did not dilly dally around. She went after
Laura's pulsing pussy like there was no tomorrow, slurping
and sucking and stabbing it with her tongue. Laura nearly
came unglued. She too slumped forward, as Carmela had done,
her body suddenly permeated by sweetly intense sexual
throbbing, and had to purposely pull herself more or less
upright again, since Carmela was devouring her cunt like a
demon.

Laura pressed her palms into the girl's shiny wet
shoulders and held on. "Unnnn . . . unnnnn!" she could hear
her own half-demented moans above the steady his of the
shower water.

Wreaths of steam swirled around her as she gyrated her
cunt into Carmela's mouth, breathing the steam deep into her
lungs as she began panting even more rapidly, keening,
careening toward the finish line. Carmela's tongue seemed
to wiggle up deeply into her cunt, the way Amber's had.
God, I didn't notice her tongue was that long, Laura thought
briefly, before being nearly set on fire by a fresh jolt as
Carmela took her clit into her mouth and began tonguing it
passionately.

"Oh! Oh god . . . yes! Ungghhhh! Yes!" Laura
whimpered, sagging against the tile wall and yet pushing her
crotch even more aggressively into Carmela's face as she
knew she was only seconds away from erupting in a ferocious
climax.

She tried to keep her fingers from clawing Carmela's
gleaming wet shoulders. The rivets of shower water were
beating against her naked breasts, stimulating her hard
nipples at the same time that Carmela was trying to swallow
her pussy, and Laura suddenly dissolved in hot coming before
she even knew it was upon her. A molten uprushing stream of
scalding lava ecstasy shot up from where Carmela's mouth was
glued to her throbbing pussy and burst through her body,
filling her veins with unbearable pleasure and weakening her
muscles, so that she began to slide to the floor, still
aching and quivering as the spasms rocked her.

"Auunggghhhh! Ummnnggggnnggeeee! Oh! Oh! Ungghhh!"
she cried out, hearing her own screams echo loudly through
the shower stall.

Now it was Carmela's turn to prop her up, to keep her
from falling, and since she had accomplished her task and
brought Laura to a loud, shuddering orgasm, she now stood
up, pushing Laura up too, and holding her back against the
wall, cooing to her and kissing her neck and shoulders while
Laura slowly felt the hot spasms begin to dissipate. It
took a while, and she held onto Carmela, panting, feeling
the wet springiness of Carmela's sweet young flesh under her
fingertips, and feeling the water, now that the sexual
sensations were diminishing, which had grown lukewarm and
was on the way to quickly becoming tepid.

They had been in the shower stall fucking long enough
for the hot water to run out. "God, it's getting cold,
isn't it," she shivered, laughing in the aftermath of her
thrilling climax, burrowing her face into the Carmela's wet
body between her neck and one glistening wet shoulder.
"We've been in here a long time."

Carmela was glowing and beaming, her black hair
thoroughly soaked and matted against her ears and forehead.
She looked to Laura good enough to fuck forever. She only
realized again that her own hair was also plastered to her
head when Carmela, smiling, showing every inch of her
gleaming white teeth, raised one hand to it and smoothed it
with her fingers.

"You are drencho," she said, laughing. "God, we are
sex maniacs."

Laura laughed and reached over to shut off the water.
"We better dry off before we freeze."

But Carmela wouldn't let her leave the stall. She
pulled Laura back, embracing her. "Not yet. I want one
last feel of our wet bodies together like this." She looked
up at Laura dreamily.

They were wet and cold, but as they embraced the heat
of their bodies each warmed the other. Laura kissed her
very romantically, and Carmela kissed back. Finally, they
stepped outside and Laura grabbed fresh towels from the
shelf. They dried off each other's body and hair and
returned to Laura's bedroom, where Carmela saw the bedside
digital clock and gasped.

"Oh shit, if I'm not home when my mother gets back,
I'll catch it," she said.

"What time is she getting back?" Laura asked, already
pulling her back toward the bed.

But Carmela was pulling in the other direction, towards
the pile of her clothes in the chair. "She said by seven-
thirty. It's five after seven."

Laura pouted. "I was hoping you could stay. We only
got started."

Carmela was already half-dressed, pulling on things in
a frantic hurry, and she looked at Laura in mock disbelief.
"Started? I usually don't come twice even with Joy. What
are you trying to do, kill me?"

"I would never do that," Laura shook her head. "One,
I'm a lover, not a killer. Two, I want to do it with you
over and over again."

Carmela suddenly grew serious, pulling on her gold
velour top and fluffing out her hair with her hands, trying
to dry it quickly. She came over to Laura. "Joy might not
like it if we get too close. I think she kind of thinks you
belong to her."

"There may be only one solution to that," Laura said,
bending forward and kissing her shiny black nose. "We'll
just have to make sure we belong to each other."

Carmela burst into a broad grin and would have blushed
had she not been so black. "Wow, what a good idea! When
can we do it?"

Laura shrugged. "How should I know? When is she
coming back?"

"Probably this weekend."

Laura walked her to the door, unable to resist running
one hand again across Carmela's taut bottom, which swayed a
little as she walked. "I'm afraid my weekend is already
committed," she said, thinking of Sara. "Maybe some night
next week."

"Should I just tell her?" Carmela asked as Laura went
down the steps with her to the dark blue Pontiac.

"Why don't you let me? Maybe she'll react better if
she hears it from me, so you don't look like you were trying
to do anything behind her back."

Carmela sighed and twinkled. "You're right. God,
Laura, I thought I wasn't horny any more after that . . .
but now you've got me all hot again just thinking of it."

Not wanting to kiss her right out in the open, Laura
merely caressed her smooth black cheek with one finger. "Me
too. Drive carefully up the hill, okay? Don't want to
wreck big brother's car."

She winked at her and watched Carmela get in and drive
off. She thought of Joy and Carmela together as she walked
back up the steps and went inside, locking the door behind
her. God, she's right, she thought. The idea of being in
bed with both of them at once had heated her up again too,
and she felt suddenly very melancholy that Carmela had had
to leave.
















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