Chapter 249

Laura was sleeping with Shontay in Shontay's bed but dreaming of Dawn. It was a real dream, and guilt or chagrin would have to wait until later. In the dream, Laura was on her back, and Dawn was on top of her. Both were naked. Laura could feel Dawn's very firm breasts and the thick soft bulbs of her nipples moving against her own skin. Dawn slithered her long tongue deep into Laura's mouth. Laura almost came in her sleep, and then slid abruptly into consciousness.

She was face to face with Shontay, who was still in a deep sleep, breathing evenly, looking pure and lovely. When awake, Shontay's face had an habitually cold and arrogant cast, which she had now partially softened due to her fondness for Laura, when they were together. But in sleep she looked as angelic as a child. Her hair, usually pulled back severely, came down for fucking with Laura, and now it was tangled and drooping across her face in stray locks, making her look very sensual and fetching.

They had fucked at first in an insatiable frenzy, spurred on by the memory of Shontay masturbating while Laura listened on the telephone from Tucson. Then they had settled into a more relaxed rhythm, though by midnight both were so exhausted they could barely move. Laura understood why Shontay was zonked. On the other hand, she wondered how she could possibly be so oversexed as to have dreams of fucking with Dawn after what she and Shontay had done before falling asleep.

Over Shontay's thin, light brown shoulder she could see the clock on her vanity table. It was six-ten a.m. She had to go to work-so did Shontay, for that matter-and had had no intention of spending the night. Now she would have to drive home, shower, change, and rush to make it on time.

She kissed Shontay's cheek. "Good morning, sunshine," she whispered. "I've got to go home and change for work."

Shontay smiled drowsily, stretching, slowly coming awake. In fact, she could not stop smiling as she gazed into Laura's eyes.

"Did we really do what I think we did last night?" she asked softly.

Laura nodded, kissing her mouth. "I guess it was worth waiting for, right?"

Shontay frowned slightly. "Are you sure I satisfy you? I mean, I can tell you must've had a lot of... other girls. It makes me a little... jealous... and also a little insecure."

Laura gulped. How could she just get up and leave with Shontay feeling like that? Instead, she embraced her, kissed her, rubbed her whole body against Shontay's long, skinny body in a way that made them both remember the previous night in acute detail.

"Darling, you do more than satisfy me," she purred. "You make me shimmer and glow. When I'm away from you, I just dream of the way your lips feel on my pussy."

"Really?" Shontay's high forehead knitted up.

"Really." She brushed the hair away from Shontay's smooth cheek, touched by the girl's innocence. "Do you think of me?"

"All the time. I think mostly of when we did it the first time. I was so scared. You wouldn't believe how scared I was. I give a good imitation of courage, but I'm really scared shitless most of the time."

Laura squeezed her tightly and nibbled her earlobe. "Welcome to the club," she breathed softly into Shontay's ear. "You know... I have to go home and change, but I can't seem to make myself let this beautiful body go."

"You mean this skinny, bony, gangly body?"

Now Laura was kissing her the way she had kissed her last night. "I mean this long... beautiful... slender body," she murmured, kissing Shontay's upper chest and collarbones and throat, now kneading the girl's charming teacup breasts with her fingers. "I think I suddenly need another one before we stop."

"Oh god, me too! Unhhhhh! Oh... Laura... yes, I think we have just a little time. Do that again. Please!"

While kissing her throat and her delectably straight collarbones, and fondling her small breasts, Laura had dropped one hand between their bodies and lightly pinched Shontay's small clit, very gently, only enough to give her a happy twinge, but apparently enough to make her blood leap.

Sometimes in the morning, awakening after a night of exhausting sex, Laura felt a surprisingly fresh and insistent flash of lust. Both of them seemed to feel it at this instant, and they kissed hungrily, panting and whimpering.

"Touch me... touch me too," Laura panted to Shontay.

Shontay dropped her hand. "Like this?"

"Yes! Oh... yes! Unhhh!"

Shontay's pale brown eyes were wide and shiny, locked with Laura's, throbbing. "Oh!" she gasped. Her eyes rolled up.

"Yes... yes darling yes oh... god yes!"

For the next several seconds they kissed with extra sensuality, intermingling their tongues and their moist breath, their naked breasts brushing and their fingers moving rapidly below, their lower bodies beginning to pitch and roll in unison. The moment approached. They were tightly synchronized, looking into each other's eyes, moaning softly.

"Come with me, baby," Laura panted. "I'm going to..."

"Oh Laura... oh Laura yes... oh Laura! Unhhh! Oh... Laura! Oh!"

Shontay's eyes rolled up again, and she began to come. Laura was conscious for only the split second it took her to see this, and then she began to come too, an exquisite, hard, piercing ecstasy that felt almost painful in its intensity, the final one in a long string of orgasms that had started the night before. Her body clenched so hard that it was almost like a charley-horse, and recovering from it left her dazed and speechless.

She could tell by gazing at Shontay's face that Shontay's orgasm had been equally sharp. After the grimace of near-pain faded from her features, Shontay was still stunned and numb.

"Excuse me," she half-coughed, clearing her throat, after a minute or so had elapsed. "That really... sort of got to me. It almost hurt, it was so hard."

"Tell me about it," Laura whispered in acknowledgement, tightening her embrace. "For a minute I was paralyzed." She laughed softly and kissed Shontay's gleaming wide forehead, now shiny with a thin film of sweat. "I guess you don't have to worry any more about satisfying me."

Shontay glowed with half-embarrassed pride.

Now that they had patched up things and improved Shontay's confidence, Laura felt more relaxed about hurrying home to dress for work. Coming into her building, she actually ran into Mr. Gibson, Shontay's father, coming down to the lobby to get his morning paper. They exchanged morning pleasantries, but Laura could not ignore the look in his eyes. He clearly thought it very odd, and a little scandalous, that she would be coming in at seven o'clock in the morning, still dressed in yesterday's work clothes, looking a little frazzled and worn. Laura remembered how she and Cecilia had nearly raised the roof with their cries and fierce, ecstatic shrieks only a few nights ago; she still had no idea whether the Gibsons had been home to overhear them.

This thought made her blush pretty deeply. Oh, forget it, she told herself. It's none of his business what I do. I'm just a little sleepy and dreamy and tingling all over, she smiled. After a night (and a brief awakening) full of thrilling sex. And with your own daughter, too, Mr. Respectable Gibson. Did you know she likes to suck my pretty pussy? Wouldn't that put frost on your balls?

At work she got a call from Rhonda's secretary asking her to drop off some important papers at Rhonda's house after five. Rhonda was flying in from New York and needed them before morning. Only Laura could deliver them since they were part of a project for which she was responsible, which was quite confidential.

One of Laura's few sexual encounters with the witch Rhonda (they had been pretty good, she had grudgingly to admit) had been in Rhonda's apartment, but success and a rising salary had induced Rhonda to buy a house in St. Francis Wood. It was there one evening, at a party, that Laura had fucked secretively-and serially-with both Chanitra and Yvette, and so when she pulled up to the house and saw Yvette's car parked in front, it wasn't exactly déjà vu she felt but a curious amalgam of resignation, dismay, jealousy, and warm pleasure in the memory of the last time she had encountered Yvette here.

Clutching the papers under arm, she marched resolutely to the front door, determined not to be threatened by this obvious intimacy into which she was intruding. Her feelings might be hurt, she might be jealous, but Yvette had fucked several people in the company, all of them male except Rhonda, as far as Laura knew, to get where she was, and you couldn't be jealous of that. Maybe a little contemptuous, but not jealous.

Rhonda answered the door herself after about four rings, and Laura was relieved, wondering how she would have acted if Yvette had opened it instead, thus flaunting a crushingly intimate casualness, as if she and Rhonda were somehow sharing the house, which would have really shocked Laura. Some of this emotional turmoil must have been showing on Laura's face because Rhonda looked at her as if she might be ill.

"Hi, Laura. Are you all right? You look a little pale."

"I'm fine."

Laura handed the folders to her. She could see a sign of recognition passing through Rhonda's eyes, as if it were dawning on her why Laura might be brusque, clipped, even curt-or even a little hurt. They had both been sleeping off and on with Yvette for years and knew her special charms.

"Why don't you come in and have drink? Yvette just stopped by. She got here about three minutes before you did. I just got in from the airport myself. I could use a drink to unwind."

Laura didn't jump at the invitation. Her relationship with Rhonda had always been bristly and uncomfortable, full of suspicion, and sexual jealousy, mingled often with an undeniable sexual attraction they both tried to rise above. Yvette had been only the third woman Laura had slept with, long ago now, but the special feelings Laura had for her were hard to ignore. She didn't know how she had got over finding out that Yvette had been sleeping with Rhonda when she first discovered it, but she had somehow come to terms with it, partially by stealing Rhonda's other girls, especially Stevie.

Rhonda, as she watched Laura trying to make up her mind, seemed to know exactly what Laura was thinking.

"You're letting the flies in," she snapped, opening the door wider, presumably to let more in.

Laura smiled and nodded. She stepped inside, and Rhonda shut the door quickly behind her.

The house was expensively furnished, something Laura had barely noticed on her first visit, the party. Then she had been too eager to get Chanitra upstairs. Afterward, and after fucking Yvette there too, she had been in a rush to leave. But this time she couldn't help being impressed by the décor, which was tasteful, even a little flamboyant, and luxurious.

Yvette's long body was draped across a peach-colored sofa, her legs stretched out, her shoes on the floor. She was still wearing a business suit, but not one of the loose, baggy ones that Shontay wore, even though Yvette's body was similar: long, thin, but not quite so tall or skinny. Her suit was black, and she wore a white silk blouse that contrasted starkly with her beautiful black skin. Against the peach fabric of the sofa, she looked like a vision, something posed by a photographer for an elegant magazine. Even though Laura always wanted her physically, whenever she saw her, at this instant Yvette looked more like a work of art than a sex object.

"Hi Laura," she smiled, perfectly relaxed and at ease.

Laura gave her a tight smile. "Hi, darlin'."

Rhonda had disappeared into an adjacent room, but Laura would have said it anyway.

Yvette patted the sofa cushion next to her legs, swinging them down now, sitting up straight. "Sit here. I've missed you."

"You sound like you mean it," Laura said, softly this time, so that Rhonda would not hear.

"I do mean it." She raised one graceful hand and caressed Laura's hair. "You're always so gorgeous. You look good enough to eat." She winked. Then she raised her voice, shouting toward the kitchen. "Rhonda, do you need any help?"

"Of course not," Rhonda said calmly, walking through the door with a tray of cheese and crackers. "Yvette and I were going to have martinis," she said to Laura. "How about you?"

Laura smiled. "Someone once told me never to drink a martini unless I was within walking distance of my bed."

Yvette shot a meaningful glance at Rhonda, who pretended to ignore it. "Rhonda's got three or four beds. She won't mind if you crash and burn. Will you, Rhon."

Rhonda looked weary. Laura almost sympathized with her, realizing that she had just got off a transcontinental flight. And yet, before Laura showed up at least, she had been planning to fuck Yvette. I don't feel sorry for you, cunt, Laura thought. Yvette, she knew, was very sweet and hot in bed. You'll just have to wait until I finish my drink. Serves you right for inviting me in.

"I am looking forward to a long night of sleep in my own bed," Rhonda said, smiling wanly. "Whoever sleeps in the other ones doesn't concern me."

Yvette could not resist the opportunity. Looking devilishly at Laura, she said, "What if it's me and Laura?"

A cold glint came into Rhonda's eyes. "That's not funny."

Abruptly, Yvette stood up, whether to cover her own embarrassment or Rhonda's, Laura could not tell. "I'm going to make the martinis," she announced. "You two try to find something nice to say to each other in my absence, okay?"

Rhonda looked up, wanting to rise herself. "Do you know where the vermouth is?"

"I'll find it."

Laura did not like being alone with Rhonda, and she began to sense that Rhonda felt the same way. Even though they had rubbed their naked flesh together and clutched one another while whimpering and shuddering through sweet orgasms, they also competed hotly for certain women, and the bad feelings surrounding the incident with Stevie had never really disappeared. On the other hand, that had happened months ago too, so maybe things had calmed down enough for them to return to mild civility, at least.

After a very uncomfortable silence, Rhonda turned from looking out the window. "I hired that woman, Reed, what was her first name? To do that project I was telling you about."

Unaccountably, Laura blushed. She looked down at her hands, spreading them flatly over her knees, smoothing her skirt down self-consciously, trying to make the blushing stop.

"Deshona? Deshona Reed?"

"Yes... her. Actually, I hired her firm. I don't know whether she'll actually be involved herself."

Laura smiled sweetly at her. But you hope so, don't you, you shameless dyke. She's completely gorgeous, and as cold as a stalactite. You're like me, you want to chip through that ice. You want to get to that hot, pulsating, wet center, don't you.

"I'm sure they'll do a very good job," Laura said.

"Yes." Rhonda got a strange, lost look in her eyes, a passing vulnerability that Laura had only glimpsed one or two times before. For all their hostility, Rhonda occasionally seemed to want to be friends. "Frankly, I don't know how you could resist her. I mean, making a pass at her. She's so... elegant, and so-"

"Reserved?"

Rhonda smiled, clearly feeling conspiratorial now. She nodded. "More than reserved. I feel like she hates me. Or maybe she just hates whites... or hates everybody. She seems to have a little chip on her shoulder."

Laura could not resist this opportunity, even though part of her hated herself for succumbing to it. "That's funny, I got along with her just fine."

Now Rhonda looked at her curiously. She had asked Laura before if Laura and Deshona had ended up in bed, though Rhonda had not put it so bluntly. Now she was asking again, though in the same veiled, indirect way. Let her wonder, Laura thought.

Rhonda looked into Laura's eyes for several seconds without speaking, though her expression soon became blank and abstracted, as if she were being slowly overwhelmed by weariness. But then, when it seemed that she was no longer focusing at all, she spoke softly, her eyes still fastened to Laura's.

"I don't mind if you do need to use one of the beds," she said, now looking down. "You know, if you can't drive home. You're too valuable to us... to the company, I mean, to let you get in an accident."

"Why... thank you, Rhonda," Laura said, meaning it. Not knowing exactly why, she was genuinely touched.

Yvette returned with the martinis in time to hear this offer. If anything, her mood seemed to have become even more provocative. She knew she was very desirable to both of these women, that whatever other sources of rancor there might be between them, each was fiercely jealous of the other's sexual moments with Yvette, and she was determined to exploit her chance to toy with them.

While bending down with the tray of glasses for Rhonda to take one, she purposely pushed her delectable ass up and in the direction of Laura's gaze. Even though it was covered by the skirt of her business suit, Laura could detect the thrilling round contours of flesh under the fabric and felt a little twinge in her pussy. At the same instant, Yvette was letting Rhonda peek down the gaping front of her silk blouse, and making very sensual pout with her lips.

When Rhonda took her martini, Yvette promptly turned and did the same thing to Laura, this time letting Rhonda's eyes linger on her ass, and even licking her lips to make them glisten for Laura.

"Rhon, I think we should show Laura your new toy," she said, out of the blue, finally sitting down between them with her own martini. "What do you think?" she smiled sweetly, expectantly, at Rhonda, while raising her glass. "Well... here's to us." She winked at Laura. "I'm in the mood for a party."

Laura swallowed nervously, raising her glass too, glancing at Rhonda, who looked equally uncomfortable. They clinked their glasses, all three of them, and sipped.

Yvette would not let it rest. "I could model it for you both," she said, smiling at them. "What do you think, Rhon? I know where it is."

"Yvette... you're being a little outrageous," Rhonda said calmly. "Maybe you should cool it. I'm too tired for a party."

Yvette gave her a kittenish grin and crossed her legs. Laura found her so desirable at this instant that she knew Rhonda too was suffering the same feeling.

"I'll bet you're not," Yvette whispered. "I'll bet I could get you in the mood for a party." Ignoring Laura, she let her eyes resonate with Rhonda's, exercising some sort of hypnotic power she had over her, a power Laura understood. "Let's show Laura your toy."

"I... don't think Laura's interested," Rhonda said wearily, making an effort of the will to detach her gaze from Yvette's.

"You are, aren't you, Laura?" She put her martini down on the expensive glass coffee table and stood up. "That does it... I'm going to get it."

Rhonda looked like she wanted to jump up and physically restrain her, but Yvette was out of the room before she could move. Laura smiled skittishly at her, radiating sympathy. It would have been very awkward anyway, and Rhonda would have probably had to tackle Yvette to stop her.

"She is a handful," Rhonda said, half-exasperated, not realizing the innuendo until the words were out of her mouth. Then she looked embarrassed.

"She is indeed," Laura said, warming to Rhonda in spite of herself. She wanted to change the subject. "Tell me about your trip."

Rhonda relaxed and looked conspiratorial again. "We had a review of second quarter results with Wall Street. It went well." Her face suddenly became almost beatific as she lowered her voice. "I spent a couple of nights with Stevie. She was there, modeling."

"How nice for you. How is she?"

Now Rhonda shot Laura a cold, threatening look. "Fine. Why do you want to know?"

Laura shrugged, genuinely sorry to have aroused Rhonda's jealousy. "No reason."

There was a long, uncomfortable silence, which was broken by Yvette's return. She was now wearing a large, fluffy, white bathrobe, probably one of Rhonda's, Laura surmised. Her long, black, 'good' hair spilled over the collar and down the back, and her very dark skin contrasted with the plush white fabric of the robe made her look more ravishing than ever. Her eyes also danced with sexual adventurousness, which seemed to flood the room with electric promise and danger.

Rhonda, miffed, started to get up. "Yvette... this is ridiculous."

"Oh no... it's fun," Yvette laughed. "Okay, ready? Here's the big unveiling."

Laura had rarely seen Rhonda so anxious and confused. Angry, yes; furious and jealous, of course. But right now she looked like she could die of mortification. Yvette stepped back in a playful flourish and parted the skirts of the robe with both hands. Out from between the skirts popped the thick, ridged shaft of a large strap-on dildo. It bobbed a little, up and down, as Yvette giggled softly.

Laura's eyes widened. Rhonda appeared almost to choke, even though, Laura reflected, she must have known what Yvette planned to do.

Yvette looked expectantly at Rhonda, then at Laura. "I'll bet neither of you knew I had a white cock, did you."

Rhonda's lips grew pinched and tight. Laura smiled, feeling a definite-and exciting-sexual tension in the air, feeling it ratchet up a notch or two.

"It's not really 'white, '" she said. "It's really sort of pinkish or coral colored."

Yvette ran her slim, tapered black fingers up and down the pronounced ridges that occurred about every inch along the stalk. "It's what they always call 'flesh-colored, '" she smirked. "Your flesh. Mine is a different color."

She loosened the sash of the bathrobe and pulled it open farther, apparently so they could see what she meant. The shaft jutted up out of her crotch. The straps of the harness crossed the sides of her thighs up near her hips. Her smooth skin was deliciously dark behind the bobbing shaft.

Laura could now feel a recognizable tingling in her body, especially in her groin, and a growing warmth spreading through her. She glanced over at Rhonda, wondering if she were feeling it too.

Suddenly Rhonda looked over at her too, and their eyes locked. A hot, thick, pulsing sexual current passed between them. It seemed to dawn simultaneously on both of them, as it had clearly dawned on Yvette earlier, that they were alone, that they had all slept together, that nothing stood in the way of the three of them doing whatever they wanted to do.

Yvette saw what was passing between Laura and Rhonda.

"Come on, you two. I want you to be friends. Let's stop all the nasty shit, okay? Who wants to be the first one to get a taste of my white cock?" She walked toward them, all six eyes on the bobbing member. "Laura..." her voice rose in a lilting, teasing, seductive manner. "You've never felt him. Rhonda's felt him a few times, but you've never felt him." She reached out and caressed Laura's cheek with two fingers, holding the shaft of the strap-on dildo in her other hand. "What do you say? Want to be fucked by Yvette's big white cock?"

"Yvette, you're a disgusting little tramp," Rhonda said under her breath.

Without taking her eyes from Laura's, Yvette said, "Or maybe you could hold Rhonda down on her expensive Persian carpet while I rape her with it."

Laura smiled and glanced over at Rhonda, who was visibly aroused by what she was witnessing: Yvette standing half-naked in front of Laura, waving the strap-on dildo in Laura's face, tantalizing her with sexual invitations.

"I don't think we have to rape her," Laura murmured, her eyes appealing to Rhonda, also offering sexual delights. "Do we... Rhonda?"

Rhonda visibly loosened. She stood up slowly from her chair and came over to them, putting one hand on Yvette's shoulder, the other on Laura's.

"I always knew you were the devil," she said softly, teasingly, to Yvette, then turned her eyes to Laura. "Now I know the devil has a sister."

Laura now set her martini glass on the lamp table and rose from her chair too. As if to welcome Rhonda to the fold, and to seal it in such a way that Rhonda would not be able to back down now, she leaned forward and kissed her, starting sensually, but quickly heating the kiss up into a scorching fire, while Yvette watched.

Laura and Rhonda had not even touched for a year or more, and the few times they had slept together had been marked more by an urgent, competitive sort of lust that was unable to transcend their deep jealousy and mistrust. And so it was a surprise to Laura to find Rhonda's mouth sweet, receptive, hungry and very responsive, and to find her own feelings leaping up excitedly as this hot kiss grew even hotter. Yvette, who had labored skillfully to bring this moment about, grew a little jealous herself as she watched them devouring one another.

"Okay... okay," she sighed with impatience. "Let's not get carried away."

Rhonda and Laura stopped kissing and looked at her.

"Who wants to be first?" Yvette smiled, saucily.

Laura glanced at Rhonda, who got her message quickly. Together they turned to Yvette and began to strip the bathrobe off her, also hastily beginning to disrobe themselves at the same time.

"Hey... wait a minute," Yvette giggled. "I'm the one with the dick. Did you forget?"

"Not a bit, darling," Laura panted, as the robe dropped at Yvette's feet, revealing all of her stunning, black, naked body.

Rhonda was already pulling Yvette down onto the sofa where they had been sitting, slipping now out of her own skirt, unfastening her bra. "I think we both want you at the same time," she panted to Yvette.

For a few seconds it was a wildly exciting jumble of half-clothed bodies as the garments flew in every direction, and Laura was sharply aroused by Rhonda's nakedness, and her pale, creamy skin against Yvette's smooth, dark, gleaming flesh. Rhonda, she now remembered, had a gorgeous body, with full round breasts and large brownish nipples, skin with the faint, warm blush of a peach blossom, and she stared transfixed with lust as Rhonda lowered one full breast into Yvette's mouth. Yvette was on her back, facing up, and she opened her mouth eagerly to receive it.

Hurriedly, Laura shed the rest of her own clothes. She was so wet already that it was a very easy matter to simply straddle Yvette's hips, while Yvette was thirstily sucking and slurping Rhonda's nipple, and with one hand guide the large dildo up into her pussy. She threw her head back and bit her lower lip, feeling the thick, ridged shaft ride up into her body as she lowered herself slowly on it.

"Unhhhhh!" she half-groaned.

Yvette and Rhonda, who had been sunk in the hypnotic sexual rhythm of their own activity, only now became aware of Laura, facing them, riding slowly up and down on the dildo that jutted up from Yvette's groin. Rhonda turned her face and half-grinned, a silly, charming, pleasure-besotted grin, as Yvette continued to suck her breast aggressively, squeezing the white globe with her slim black fingers. Yvette began to churn her hips slightly, up-fucking into Laura's pussy.

"Oh!" Laura gasped, an involuntary sputter that surprised her.

She had never felt anything like it. The strap-on dildo had thick, convex ridges up and down the length of it, and the sensations it inspired as it slid in and out of her were intense and acutely pleasurable. God, this is wonderful! she thought, resting her hands on Rhonda's naked back, rocking up and down on the thick stalk.

For several minutes they continued in this way, since there was no danger of anybody coming very quickly, and they could surrender completely to the slow, sensual rhythms their bodies made. Yvette released Rhonda's nipple and found her other dangling breast, guiding it to her mouth with both hands. She sucked the second nipple just as vigorously and passionately as she had sucked the first, and Rhonda began to respond more strongly, biting her lower lip, throwing back her head, moaning softly.

"Ahhnnnnn! Oh... oh yes, oh yes baby oh yes!" she gasped, now pushing her breast into Yvette's face, trying to cram the whole thing into her mouth.

Yvette's hands strayed down to Laura's thighs, caressing them, then grasping Laura's hips. She began to up-fuck more rapidly, forcefully, pushing the dildo up into Laura's pussy.

"Unhh!" Laura grunted softly. "Unhh!"

She had fallen into a slow trance of happy, rhythmic, relentless fucking, moving up and down on the dildo, caressing Rhonda's naked back, feeling the warm resilience of Rhonda's smooth flesh under her fingertips, her head thrown back too. She felt connected to Yvette also through the shaft that slid in and out of her increasingly hot and gooey wet pussy. Looking down, she saw Rhonda slide one hand back, around Laura's thigh, and into Yvette's crotch from behind Laura. Yvette groaned, and a sudden sharp twitch shook her body.

"Angghhh!" she gasped as Rhonda's wet, swollen nipple spilled from her mouth.

Though half-delirious from her own sexual trance, in some remote corner of her brain Laura realized that the strap-on was anchored on Yvette's pubic bone, slightly above her pussy, so that her pussy itself was still exposed and vulnerable to Rhonda's hand. Rhonda had slid some fingers into the greasy folds and was gently rubbing Yvette's pussy now, causing an expression of almost unbelievable bliss to pass across Yvette's lovely face.